Well, I'd like to say that I had some horrifying experience so that I'd have a really good excuse for taking so long with this chapter, but I don't. Damnit! Seriously, though, shit happens sometimes...and I apparently have a big ole bullseye spray-painted on my backside 'cause it kept biting me in the ass. Anyway, sorry for taking so damn long to get this to y'all and I hope this chapter was worth the wait.
Disclaimer:
Yes! I DO own them! I use them around the house for decoration, menial chores and manual labor (except for Lance who is chained to Gabriella's bed, Chris who is filling in for Kat's foot stool, and Kevin who is Neto's new house boy)! If you want to know their actual sexualities...GET OVER IT! It's none of our damn business!
Do not read this if:
- You are too young to be doing so. 2) It is illegal to read this type of material in your area. 3) You are offended by homosexual material and/or situations.
If none of the above applies to you, continue reading and enjoy the show!
Losing Control (Druid)
Chapter 6: When Testosterone Attacks!
Mat and Jared finished up their little pow-wow late that night and were satisfied that they'd decided on some good courses of rules and punishments for their unruly charges. While Jared went home feeling pretty happy, Mat was driving home, dreading her morning appointment and how the new addition to her look was going to affect her standing with the groups.
"Who the hell is gonna take a manager with braces seriously?" she asked herself softly as she quickly navigated her way down the busy freeway.
Justin's House - the same night.
Coming out of his bedroom, Justin stopped to drop his wallet and keys on the hall table. As he was checking his pockets for other random crap he'd deposited in there, he was distracted by JC coming out of the bathroom in a towel. The scene wouldn't have been so odd if Josh hadn't had this look on his face that kept shifting from a sappy smile to a painfully confused frown and back again. Remembering the byplay at the practice earlier in the day, Justin started to smirk at the thoughts that were running through his head.
"This could be very...interesting," Justin snickered internally.
Completely oblivious to his surroundings, JC walked right by his smirking best friend and entered his bedroom. Throwing his towel to the floor, he admired himself critically in the mirror. After several minutes of strained silence, he quickly turned away and got into bed.
"...too good for me," he mumbled to himself before falling into a dreamless sleep.
The next day...
Damn, mornings sucked. Well...at least, that's what was going through many heads on this morning as they dragged their sluggish bodies out of bed and into their bathrooms to get ready for their last day of freedom before the tour. Grumbling about having to be up so early again, they all quickly dressed, had a quick breakfast and then headed over to meet their managers.
Again, Kevin and Lance were the first to arrive. Surprisingly, though, the next to show up was Justin. Lance sat there staring slack-jawed at his friend until Justin finally had enough.
"What the hell are you gawkin' at, Scoop?" he asked in a pissy tone.
Shaking himself from his shock, Lance managed to whisper out, "You're awake!
You're awake and it's not noon yet! Oh my god...hell's frozen over hasn't it? Hell has frozen over and no one thought it necessary to tell me!" He managed to keep a straight face until Justin's scowl darkened quite noticeably and then he and Kevin both busted up laughing. Before long, they were both gasping for air and clutching their sides. However, Justin was not happy. He hated being laughed at and this time was no exception. As the seconds ticked by, his face clouded over more and more. And finally...he snapped.
"Fuck you, Lance!" he screamed as both of the others looked at him in surprise, "The only reason you're here so early is because you need something to make yourself feel like you actually matter to this group! I mean, you can't dance and your voice in our songs is so non-existent that you might as well not be singing at all!"
As he was ranting, Lance was pushing farther and farther back into his chair, trying to make himself a smaller target. And as he watched, Kevin became more and more enraged.
"Why don't you just shut the fuck up you arrogant selfish little prick!" Kevin berated the younger man, "YOU are the one the group could stand to lose! Who in the hell would want some snot-nosed little boy as their front man when it's so easy to find better talent these days, huh? Maybe you should try growing up a bit before you start getting into matters that children should stay the fuck out of!" he finished with a snarl.
On the defensive, and feeling backed into a corner, an enraged Justin did the only thing he knew how. He went straight for the throat.
"Well, well, well. Lance can't stand up for himself so now he has a knight in shining armor to do it for him," he sneered, "God, that's pathetic. And don't think I haven't seen the way you've been acting around each other, Kevin! Why don't you just fuck the little fag and get it over wi-" and that was as far as he got.
Before he knew what was happening, Justin found himself back-handed into the wall and then lifted up by the neck. Dazedly, he opened his eyes to find himself staring into the blazing glare of one really pissed off Backstreet Boy. Looking into that gaze made him start to feel real fear.
"You shut your filthy mouth you fucking little shit!" he snarled while shaking Justin savagely. And then he pointed off to his side at a sobbing Lance, "Do you see that, Justin? Does it make you feel like a big man now that you've made one of your best friends cry? Huh, does it?" he yelled as he slammed Justin into the wall again.
With what he'd done just now dawning on him, Justin began to shrink in on himself. His body started to shake and only became more violent until he finally broke down. Crying himself now, Justin managed to sob out, "NO! God stop! I'm sorry, Lance! I take it all back. Oh god, I'm so sorry!" he wailed.
Putting his face right up next to the other's, Kevin asked in a chillingly calm voice, "But are you sorry for what you did, or that, this time, someone didn't take your shit lying down?" before dropping the younger man to the floor and walking toward Lance. Gathering the distraught bass singer in his arms, Kevin pulled out his phone and called for a limo to meet him down in the parking garage. Having done that, he stood and quickly brushed past a confused Jared who'd just entered the room.
Without glancing behind him, Kevin called out, "Jared! Lance and I are skipping the meeting. We'll agree with anything you have planned as long as it makes this tour run smoothly. As for the rest of guys in both bands...fuck 'em! They should've behaved when they had the chance. We'll be here in the morning for the tour. Don't try to contact us. Do I make myself clear?"
"Perfectly," Jared answered, "Just take care of him!" he yelled at Kevin's retreating back. Not liking the scene that just played out before him, Jared's disposition took a sharp nose-dive. He stared at the empty hallway for a few minutes before making up his mind. Popping his knuckles loudly, he whirled around and stormed back into the meeting room. As he entered, he was met with the face of a still sniffling NSyncer.
"What the hell did you just do?" he asked in a vicious tone as the rest of the guys finally arrived.
Well, I know it was short, but MJ and I are deciding where to take the plot to next. Also, MJ is gonna be out of commission for awhile, so I'll be taking over until she returns. But don't worry, updates are gonna be coming much more frequently now that I actually have some free time.
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Druid