Pairing: JC and Joey
Words: anguish; anecdote; ornate; magic


"No!" JC cries out.  "No, Joey, *don't*!  Stop!"  He pounds his
fists on the closed bathroom door.  Intermittently, flushing sounds
emerge and JC wails in anguish.  "Joey!"  

Joey emerges grimly sometime later.  "I'm sorry, C.  But it had to
be done."

JC narrows his eyes.  "You're a *bad man*!" he screams.  Then
launches himself at Joey with a cry worthy of Xena.  

Joey blinks and steps to the side.  He watches JC thud into the
doorway.  "You okay?"

JC shakes his head.  "Why?  *Why*?"  He sinks to the floor sobbing. 
Or pretending to, at least.  Joey's Catholic.  Guilt is good for
him.  

Joey sighs heavily.  There's something about JC.  He's just so
pretty and girl-like that Joey can't help responding to him like he
was a girl sometimes.  If it was Chris on the floor, he'd just step
over him.  But it's JC.

Joey crouches down next to JC and pats his shoulder.  "Hey, I'm
sorry, man.  But I had to do it."

JC looks up with tears on his lashes.  "But they were *magic* lima
beans, Joey."  

Joey squeezes his eyes shut against the sight of tears.  "C," he
says, as patiently as he can, "there's no such thing.  Just because
some guy told you that's what they were doesn't mean they were
magic."

"But you flushed *everything*, Joey.  I wanted to plant *flowers*,
man.  And make the world a *better place*!"  

For a second, Joey wishes he hadn't and he'd just let JC bury the
damn things.  It'd be an anecdote -- something to tell everyone and
laugh at later.  "You can still plant flowers and make the world a
better place."

"You flushed down all the magic fertilizer, Joey," JC says, voice
wavery.  His lower lip trembles.  "You don't think I'm pretty
enough to plant pretty flowers."  

"You sure the guy didn't sell you some magic weed, too?" Joey
mumbles, sliding to the floor.  "Look, you don't need magic
fertilizer to grow flowers.  And you're pretty.  You're really
pretty."

"I'm pretty?" JC repeats, blinking at Joey.  

"Yes."

"If I'm pretty, then you'd want to date me.  You date all the
pretty girls."  

"You're very pretty, C.  But you're not a girl."

"No, I'm *better*."  JC crawls into Joey's lap.  "Right?"  

Joey sighs and pets him.  JC-petting is an activity that comes
along with having a JC, much like taking Chris for walks came along
with having a Chris.  "You're a guy."

"Exactly.  So I know just what a guy wants."  JC puts his head on
Joey's shoulder.  "Besides.  You flushed all my magic away."  

"So I should give you sex to make up for it?"

"No.  You should give me *magic*," JC says.  

Joey threads his fingers through JC's hair.  "What's magic?"

"You have to make it."  JC launches into a detailed explanation of
the concept and the *feelings* behind making magic.  Joey looks at
him blankly.  JC sighs.  "Really good sex?"  

"Chris?" Joey suggests hopefully, because Chris isn't gay or
straight, but rather is open for anything that looks like it might
be a good time.

"You don't want me?"  

"C, baby, you're a *guy*."

"Love transcends the boundaries of gender," JC says seriously.  

"And I love you like a brother.  But I'm not gonna fuck Steve
either."

JC pouts for a moment.  Then starts crying.  Big, silent tears.  He
gets off of Joey.  "Okay."  

Making JC cry.  Number one on the ornate, heavily decorated
Official List of Sins Chris had drawn up once after hearing Justin,
Lance and Joey go at it over religion.  "C..."

JC sniffles.  "It's okay.  You should feel free to express your
emotions.  I'll just.  Go, um.  Take a shower."  

Joey stands up, grabs JC and wraps him up tight.  "Why does it
matter so much to you, you idjit?  It's just sex.  I already love
you as much as I can possibly love you.  More than I love anybody
I've fucked."

"But sex should be a physical manifestation of love."  JC looks
down at Joey's hands.  Big, strong hands that pick JC up and make
him laugh and keep him safe.  "Only it's okay, 'cause there're all
different kinds of love, and we just have a different type, right?" 


"Hugging doesn't count?" Joey asks.

"Sure, of course," JC says, and hugs Joey back.  "Hugging is a good
thing."  

"It doesn't have to be more," Joey says, but even as he does, he's
thinking.  He's not gay; his interest in men is more along the
lines of, 'Huh.  He's got better muscles than me.  I'm gonna have
to be extra charming to get that girl to pay attention to me and
not him.'  In those rankings, all of the other four are a threat to
him in their own ways.

But lack of attraction doesn't mean he can't make JC happy.  He
tows JC backward, toward a chair and sits down in it, JC sprawled
across his lap, facing the room.

JC squeaks in alarm.  "Hey!  Hey, let go now.  Stop that."  He's
expecting Joey to tickle him, give him a wet willy, something like
that.  Joey's always taking the physical approach to good humor,
and that's fine.  But JC's a little bit, um, bruisable.  

"Haven't done anything yet," Joey rumbles in his ear.  He's got one
arm around JC's waist, anchoring him so he won't fall off.  The
other one falls down, as his hand descending on JC's crotch makes
his intentions clear.

JC goes still.  "Um.  I thought..."  But JC's a creature of
pleasure -- when it's safe to be.  He trails off and sighs.  

When JC doesn't try to get away, Joey sticks his hand in JC's
pants.  JC likes two kinds of pants -- really really tight and
really really loose.  These are of the latter variety.  He gets his
hand inside -- no underwear -- and around JC's dick, and starts
jerking JC off like it was his own cock he was handling.

JC sighs, undulating softly on Joey's lap.  Everything goes dreamy
and smooth as he presses himself back against Joey's body and then
forward into his hand.  

Joey mutters sweet nothings into JC's ear.  He's good at sweet
nothings; has it down to an art form.

"Joey, Joey, Joey!" JC moans, coming into the strong hand wrapped
around him.  Then he goes limp, cuddling back against Joey.  

Joey wipes his hand off on JC's sweats and pulls them back up. 
Then he wraps both arms around JC and kisses his temple.  "You're
beautiful, baby.  *You're* real magic."

JC smiles and turns his head to kiss Joey's chin.  "Yeah?"  

"Yeah."