SUMMARY:  NSYNC/Backstreet, Chris/AJ, Chris/Eminem.  Chris finds
out that AJ is not a person you want to mess with.  Or maybe he is. 
From an mprov (Chris and AJ, glistening; dog-collar; slicken;
genius).  Sequel to "The Divine Mr. M".

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I'm Ready For My Close-Up, by Mercutio (mercutio@europa.com)


"So, I was thinking..." the voice on the other end of the line said
when AJ picked up the phone.

"Who is this?"

"I'm hurt.  I'm really really hurt that you don't recognize me. 
How many lunatics do you have calling you on a regular basis? 
Wait, don't answer that; you're a Backstreet Boy, aren't you?"

"Kirkpatrick..."

"Right!  Tell the gentleman what he's won!  Why, yes, Johnny, today
for our lucky winner, we have an assortment of car waxes and a
lovely photo of NSYNC's Chris Kirkpatrick in a dog-collar."

"Is there a point to this call, or do you do this to everyone?"

"Aww, don't you know you're the only one for me, AJ?"

"I really fucking hope not."

"And, yes, I do have a point.  Did you know that the Divine Mr. M
is a sick fucker?"

AJ smirked.  "He is?"

"Yes!  And I know sick!  And fuckers!  Of which you are one, or at
least, I hope you are.  But, back to my point, not only was he
entirely too delighted to get my call, especially for an outspoken
homophobe, he invited me over.  Being the unsuspicious soul that I
am, and having been given his number by my good friend, AJ, I go. 
*Now* there are naked photos of me in a dog-collar, slickened skin
glistening with Mazola, and it doesn't take a genius -- although,
naturally, I am one -- to figure out what the word 'blackmail'
means.  So I have to ask myself, 'Was I set up by my aforementioned
good friend, AJ?'  Hmm?"

"Hypothetically speaking..."

"Yes?"

"If, hypothetically speaking, I were a gay man..."

"You're not?"

"No.  But, if I were, I'd have to say, damn, boy, you look hot in
just a dog-collar."

There was a long moment of silence.  AJ was kinda hoping Chris had
passed out.  "You... you bastard."

"So don't call here anymore, all right?  Because that's the least
of what you'll get if you keep harassing me."

"No, no, you misunderstand.  I think I'm in love."

"Are you some kind of demented masochist who's into humiliation or
something?"

"Yes.  And, for the record, hell yes.  Will you be my new daddy?"

AJ hung up.


-the end-