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rikes asked for Five things JC and Justin did after the Roseland show.

1. Technically speaking, Roseland is the VMA after-party. The Roseland after-party is predictably loud and raucous and filled with the energy of a dozen performers amped on the crowds. The after-after party is quiet and intense and just the two of them.

2. "The bridge," JC says, waving his hands. "We rushed it, it needs to go slower--"

"Dude," Justin interrupts. "You've been telling me how we rushed the bridge for my whole life." He steals the bag of Doritos back from JC and sprawls out on the couch in the tiny bus lounge. "Give it rest, man. We rocked the house down."

JC concedes the Doritos--only an idiot would fight Justin for junk food after a concert. It's not like there's not an entire galley full of food. He might even get up and go see what's there, but later, after he convinces Justin that they really were taking it too fast.

3. The adrenaline is rocketing through JC's veins, even after one song; he knows that after the VMAs and a full concert Justin will be half out of his mind.

"He's all yours," Cameron says carelessly, leaving with a driver and security. "I don't do the groupie scene." Tomorrow, JC will sort through all the shit that stirs up in his head, but right now, he can dismiss her just as casually. Right now, she can't come close to the feel of matching Justin kiss for kiss, touch for touch, bite for bite.

4. Justin doesn't even bother with venue dressing rooms these days. Everything's better on his bus; everything's set up exactly the way he likes it. The shower's small, too small for two, and it's been years since they've done this, but his body remembers exactly how to move, how to fit against JC, how to brace himself against the tiny sink, let JC fuck into him again and again and again.

Muscle memory is a beautiful thing.

5. It's dark in the suite, no light except what spills in from the floor to ceiling windows. It's still a few hours until dawn but the city spread out below them is alive, like always.

"C." Justin's voice is rough, just this side of hoarse, and it slides like smoke over JC's skin. "C'mere," he says.

JC crosses over to where Justin's silhouetted by the window, a velvet black shadow with a single glowing point in his hands.

"Shotgun?" Justin murmurs, and it's not really a question, not at all. JC leans into him almost before he finishes the word, licking lightly at his mouth, tasting before Justin inhales, so he can taste the difference as they share, and again when they're done.

Before, during, after; sober, drunk, fucked-up...he'll always know Justin.

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