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[timestamp] (Upside Down) You're Turning Me, pop, Justin/JC
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brighton_girl: about a year after Upside Down (You're Turning Me)
Warnings: implied cross-dressing & genderswap
JC never got rid of the clothes he wore during that year. It had only taken him a couple of hours to pack them neatly away in hanging bags and cedar lined trunks and tuck them into the back corner of his closet, so it wasn't a big deal, and if he occasionally caught himself looking for a particular outfit from those days, well, he really had enjoyed the clothes. Some of the stuff he'd gotten was awesome and he still had a few things from tour wardrobes from back in the day, too. Nostalgia was wicked.
Justin never mentioned it, even though JC knew that he'd noticed. Justin was like that. JC used to think it was because he couldn't deal with anything that didn't fit into his life-plan, but since Justin hadn't done more than blink once or twice when the shit had really hit the fan, JC started to think it was more Justin being cautious and letting things play out how they wanted. It wasn't a bad way to be, for the most part. JC could be okay with it.
The day Justin finally decided to say something was your basic normal day. Nothing special, no anniversary or big event on the horizon, just a regular day. JC was digging around, trying to find the boots he'd gotten the last time they'd been in Italy and got sidetracked with his girl clothes and when he looked up, Justin was lounging in the door.
"I liked that skirt thing," Justin said. "The long one, with all the crazy colors, that you used to wear with the pink flip flops."
"The Pucci," JC said, smiling. He dug through the bags until he found the right one, the fabric still a riot of colors even in the dim light. "But dude, those weren't flip flops, they were Jimmy Choos."
"Yeah, whatever." Justin rolled his eyes. "They made you smile. They still make you smile. That's not a bad thing."
JC knew there was more to whatever Justin was trying to say, but no matter how he turned it over in his head, he wasn't getting it. He sat there on the floor, confused, until Justin sighed.
"I just meant, I'm not sitting over here thinking you should just pretend nothing ever happened." Justin sighed again. "Just, you know. I don't care."
JC ducked his head down to hide the smile he couldn't keep off his face. Justin in full-on sincere mode had always made JC want to laugh, and he couldn't help it, not even when Justin was being sincere with him.
"Really?" JC finally broke down. "'Cause from here, it kinda sounds like you miss that skirt for reasons of your own."
"Well..." Justin's mouth quirked up in a half-smile, which JC sometimes liked better than the full-on blinding grin. It hinted at such awesome possibilities. "I did really like the way you never wore anything under it, too."
"Easy, but not cheap." JC stood up and shook the skirt out so he could hold it up against his waist. "Too bad it doesn't fit anymore. I could wear it, y'know, around the house--" He meant to say, for old time's sake, but six-feet-plus of Justin hit him full force and smacked him up against the wall.
"See if it comes in a bigger size," Justin growled.
Like JC hadn't already thought of that.
brighton_girl: about a year after Upside Down (You're Turning Me)Warnings: implied cross-dressing & genderswap
JC never got rid of the clothes he wore during that year. It had only taken him a couple of hours to pack them neatly away in hanging bags and cedar lined trunks and tuck them into the back corner of his closet, so it wasn't a big deal, and if he occasionally caught himself looking for a particular outfit from those days, well, he really had enjoyed the clothes. Some of the stuff he'd gotten was awesome and he still had a few things from tour wardrobes from back in the day, too. Nostalgia was wicked.
Justin never mentioned it, even though JC knew that he'd noticed. Justin was like that. JC used to think it was because he couldn't deal with anything that didn't fit into his life-plan, but since Justin hadn't done more than blink once or twice when the shit had really hit the fan, JC started to think it was more Justin being cautious and letting things play out how they wanted. It wasn't a bad way to be, for the most part. JC could be okay with it.
The day Justin finally decided to say something was your basic normal day. Nothing special, no anniversary or big event on the horizon, just a regular day. JC was digging around, trying to find the boots he'd gotten the last time they'd been in Italy and got sidetracked with his girl clothes and when he looked up, Justin was lounging in the door.
"I liked that skirt thing," Justin said. "The long one, with all the crazy colors, that you used to wear with the pink flip flops."
"The Pucci," JC said, smiling. He dug through the bags until he found the right one, the fabric still a riot of colors even in the dim light. "But dude, those weren't flip flops, they were Jimmy Choos."
"Yeah, whatever." Justin rolled his eyes. "They made you smile. They still make you smile. That's not a bad thing."
JC knew there was more to whatever Justin was trying to say, but no matter how he turned it over in his head, he wasn't getting it. He sat there on the floor, confused, until Justin sighed.
"I just meant, I'm not sitting over here thinking you should just pretend nothing ever happened." Justin sighed again. "Just, you know. I don't care."
JC ducked his head down to hide the smile he couldn't keep off his face. Justin in full-on sincere mode had always made JC want to laugh, and he couldn't help it, not even when Justin was being sincere with him.
"Really?" JC finally broke down. "'Cause from here, it kinda sounds like you miss that skirt for reasons of your own."
"Well..." Justin's mouth quirked up in a half-smile, which JC sometimes liked better than the full-on blinding grin. It hinted at such awesome possibilities. "I did really like the way you never wore anything under it, too."
"Easy, but not cheap." JC stood up and shook the skirt out so he could hold it up against his waist. "Too bad it doesn't fit anymore. I could wear it, y'know, around the house--" He meant to say, for old time's sake, but six-feet-plus of Justin hit him full force and smacked him up against the wall.
"See if it comes in a bigger size," Justin growled.
Like JC hadn't already thought of that.