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Title: "A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words" 1/1
Author: Czar Nikky (also known as Nik, Nikky and NK)
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Pairing: JC Chasez/Nick Carter
Fandom: RPS--boy band (NSYNC-BSB crossover)
Date: March 20, 2001 (Day O' Fanfic!)
Disclaimer: I understand Real People Slash offends many people. I'm sorry if you are one of them, as I don't mean offense to anyone. These people are real and have lives I know nothing about. But this is fiction--and in here these folks are characters in a story--so this is meant to be enjoyed only as fiction. I admire the BSB and their families, friends and fans. I earn no profit from this fiction.
Category: RPS (Real People Slash)--m/m (yes, same gender love/sex is included in this fanfic)
Archive: Please ask (I'll probably say yes).
Website: Kindly hosted by KevinR at... Boy Band Fic
My website: http://www.nk-seashore.com
Warnings: Slash isn't for everyone. If you're offended by same gender involvements please don't read this.
Summary: If you don't want trouble, don't take a picture! In answer to the monthly challenge at the Dreams_N_Print list site: Cameras.
Beta: Nope. Alpha. Fire away!

^^^^^

JC Chasez smiled over at his new 'boyfriend.' It was fun being with someone nobody 'approved' of. He couldn't say why, exactly, but it was definitely fun.

In fact, JC even had a tendency to 'hint around' about his relationship. He was kind of hoping to drop the bomb eventually and see if it could get the attention of a 'certain someone' in NSYNC. He was tired of trying to flirt and pet and flatter the guy to no avail. Tired of hints that were ignored.

Screw that. It was obviously time to pull out bigger--and sneakier--guns!

"You want some of this?" Nick Carter, BSB's official 'heart throb' asked him, brandishing a spoonful of rich almond-colored ice cream.

"Yeah," JC answered, leaning toward Nick.

Nick promptly moved the heaping spoon carefully between JC's lips. Then he leaned his face toward JC and they kissed. The ice cream flowed into both mouths as their tongues touched and played.

"Mmm. You taste good," JC said as they broke apart.

Nick laughed. "You mean the ice cream tastes good!"

JC shook his head, making his thick and wild hair fly around his head in a billowing halo. "No. I mean you taste good. The ice cream is only fair." Then he gave a small laugh and planted a kiss on Nick's cheek.

Nick's current spiky hair-do was completely mussed from their earlier roll on the sofa. It was standing out at odd angles with some pieces clumped together from the effects of some gel or mousse. JC thought it was charming, somehow.

"Wanna go back to the couch for awhile?" Nick suggested, licking more melting ice cream from the spoon. The sight of his tongue licking the bowl of the spoon made the hair on the back of JC's neck stand up. God, that was one talented tongue.

"Yeah," JC breathed, rising from the table. He could feel his body flushing and knew he was starting to get yet another erection. If anyone had told him a month ago that he'd be fooling around with Nick Carter he'd have called them a liar.

He'd never really liked Nick when he'd looked from the 'outside in' at the Backstreet Boys. In fact, he'd thought Nick was not particularly attractive--and that he was a complete showboat who didn't seem at all serious about his music.

And being serious was very important to JC. He'd always felt that Kevin Richardson (the prick!) was the serious one in that group. He was the man who concentrated the most on the music and the 'work' of being in a boy band. Not that JC liked Kevin. Far from it. Kevin had been quite outspoken about NSYNC. And his words had stung all of the members of NSYNC--not just JC.

So it was strange to be hanging out with Nick--the big 'dumb' blonde who still had acne all over his face. The conceited 'kid' who had suddenly shot up into this tall and physically imposing 'man.'

The change in Nick reminded JC strongly of the changes that had taken place in recent years with his friend Justin Timberlake. Suddenly Justin had a big, tall 'man's' body, too.

And thinking of Nick as a 'dumb blonde' made JC's thoughts just naturally turn toward Lance Bass. People had a tendency to see his friend as 'slow-witted.' JC knew that Lance actually played into that role. He liked the idea that people underestimated him. Felt it gave him an edge--especially in business dealings.

'Well, I guess the 'boys' are all growing up--in both boy bands,' JC thought.

JC moved toward the couch, knowing Nick would follow. He stretched out and eased his head back against the soft pile of pillows, watching as Nick walked stocking-footed across the carpet.

It was funny. Nick was somewhat awkward when he was around JC. JC wondered if he was nervous or if that was just the way Nick always was. Somewhat clumsy.

JC had gone to a recent BSB concert (sitting backstage with the VIPs and enjoying the show more than he cared to let on to anyone--even Nick), and had been surprised at how agile Nick was during the performance.

Some of Nick's dancing and gymnastics had frankly amazed JC. He tended to think that the Backstreet Boys weren't nearly the dancers that the members of NSYNC were.

But at one point in the concert, Nick had gone from flat on his back to a jump-up full-standing position. JC was certain he couldn't have done that. In fact, he didn't think any of the NSYNC guys probably could. So he was impressed by Nick's feat in spite of himself.

Of course, Nick's performance skills on stage weren't the only thing that JC was finding 'impressive' these days. The thought made JC grin up at his approaching lover.

Nick dropped to his knees beside JC and reached a large hand inside JC's boxers. JC gasped as Nick revealed his erection and ducked his head over it.

JC's was becoming accustomed to the warmth of Nick's lips against his swollen flesh. He sighed and locked his hands inside Nick's thick tuffs of hair.

Nick laughed and JC could feel the laughter flowing around his dick. God, it really felt marvelous.

"You look so sweet with your hair all mussed like that," Nick said, pulling up briefly from his task. He grinned and lowered his mouth again and JC groaned in anticipation.

Nick continued to suck and lick and JC couldn't suppress his moans of pleasure. Finally he tensed and could feel himself shooting into Nick's mouth.

It was pleasing to JC that Nick didn't try to pull away while he came. In fact, Nick seemed to be as happy licking up his come as he had been licking up the expensive ice cream they'd just shared.

Finally Nick rose and gave JC's leg a rough shove. "Make room," he ordered, still grinning. JC sat up and began laughing.

"What?" Nick asked, obviously ready to join in, his blue eyes sparkling merrily.

JC brushed a strand of streaked hair away from his eyes and peered at Nick. "Man. I just have to have a picture of you!" he exclaimed, jumping up and quickly crossing the floor.

"Careful with that!" Nick said, sharply. "That's Brian's camera and he paid a ton for it."

JC examined the various buttons on the obviously expensive gadget before swinging back to face Nick. "So don't tell him I used it. I'm not gonna break the thing just taking one lousy picture."

JC dropped back beside Nick and aimed the lens carefully. Then he reached out a hand and used his fingers to tilt Nick's chin upward, leaving his fingers in place against Nick's skin.

Finally he snapped the photo. Then he laughed again. "Go look in the mirror," he ordered, still laughing.

Nick jumped up and shuffled to the bathroom. His roar made JC laugh all the harder.

"You're crazy!" Nick cried, coming back into the room. "Why would you take a picture of that?"

"I thought it was cute," JC answered, ducking as Nick used a pillow to smack his head. "Damn it, you washed it off!"

"Yeah, well I think I'd prefer not to spend the rest of the day with your scum all over my face, thanks."

JC picked up a second pillow and smacked Nick soundly. They continued with a half-hearted pillow fight for several minutes. Then Nick dropped his pillow and reached out to wrap JC in his arms.

"Bri could be back soon. We'd better make the most of it while he's still gone."

JC rose and they moved together into the adjoining bedroom. The camera was left behind on the coffee table.

^^^^^

Two days later Brian Littrell turned to Nick as they were headed out of the hotel.

"I know a place that does one-hour photos. I'm gonna take in this roll and get these back right off."

Suddenly Nick remembered. JC and the camera. Come all over his own chin and JC's fingers holding him. Good God!

"Let me take it in for you, Bri," he offered, surprised at how calm his voice sounded.

But something must have given him away. Brian shot him a narrow-eyed glance. "You did something with my new camera, didn't you, Nicky?"

Nick shrugged. He couldn't bring himself to lie to his best friend.

"Ah... yeah. Well, I let someone take a picture with it."

Brian's resulting frown was like a cloud passing in front of the sun. Suddenly Nick's friend was not smiling his usual huge warm smile. His face was serious and his lips were pressed tightly together.

"Nick, you promised me."

Nick swallowed thickly. "I know. I'm sorry, Brian. Don't be mad."

And suddenly Nick wished he could take it all back. Letting JC Chasez use Brian's camera. And all that fooling around with JC behind Brian's back. Brian was going to kill him. Or worse still, be disappointed in him.

"Who?" Brian asked him in a small voice.

"Nobody. Just a guy. It was only one picture, Brian. And we put it right back, safe and sound."

Brian sighed. "Well, I guess there's no point in making a big deal out of it, then. But you know I got this to give to Leighanne. I want to surprise her with all these pictures I've taken. I'm gonna feel real bad if anything happens to this camera before she gets it."

Nick nodded. "Yeah, I know. So let me take the roll in and get your pictures for you. I'll pay for them, Brian."

Brian shook his head. "You're way too eager. I'm gonna just get these for myself."

Nick modular phone suddenly rang loudly. He ignored it.

"Don't you think you should answer that?" Brian asked, opening the limo door and climbing in.

Nick stood outside the car and flipped out his phone, hitting the 'Send' button. "Hello?"

"Hi. It's JC. Can you talk?"

Good God! JC. What terrible timing.

"Ah... not just now. I'm going to run errands with Brian," he said, trying not to put too much emphasis on 'Brian'--and only half-succeeding.

"Call me, will you? I thought maybe we could 'see' each other later," JC said. The connection was clear as a bell. JC's voice was floating around him as if he were right beside him.

Nick stared over at Brian who was sitting in the car and peering out at him.

"Gee... no. I don't think that would be such a good idea."

"Why not?" JC's voice was suddenly loud and indignant.

Nick spun around and lowered his own voice. "I'm with Brian, JC. Can't you just let it go?"

Nick jumped when a hand dropped on his shoulder. "Who is it, Nick?" Brian was asking him in an insistent voice.

Nick turned around and gave Brian a sheepish glance. He extended the phone to his friend. "It's JC from NSYNC. Why don't you say 'hi' to him?"

The jig was up, and he might as well face the music big time.

Brian took the phone from Nick's hand and held it to his ear. "Why, hi there, JC. I sure hope you and Nick had a good time when you saw him last time here at our hotel."

Nick suddenly wished the sidewalk would swallow him up.

Brian stood calmly listening to JC and staring at Nick. "Yeah. Well, I guess you boys should be more careful 'bout shuttin' the bedroom door when you're playin' 'round." Brian's drawl was suddenly in high gear.

Nick looked down at a crack in the concrete and back into Brian's now smiling face.

"Oh. Well, I'll tell him then, JC. And say... JC? Don't you come sniffin' 'round Nick again--you hear me? It's not gonna be pretty if you do. Good. Okay then. Bye now."

Brian shut off the phone and handed it back to Nick. "I guess we should get these photos done now. Whatta ya say, Nicky?"

Nick nodded mutely. There was absolutely nothing left for him to say.

They got into the back of the limo and settled beside one another. "You'd better remember all this, Nick. Huh. Sneakin' 'round right there in the suite you're sharin' with me. You must be crazy."

"Bri, it was no big deal. Really."

Brian shot Nick a look. "Huh. I guess not."

"Sorry, Frick," Nick said, resorting to his old nickname for his friend. It was really time to pull out all the stops. He used his old 'wide-eyed' look and pouted with his bottom lip.

Brian burst into laughter. "You must really be feelin' bad, Nicky. That kills me."

And then they were both laughing. Nick knew he was forgiven and all would be well. Too bad about seeing JC. It had been fun while it lasted, though.

^^^^^

Later that day Brian came up to Nick while they were getting ready to head to the venue for the next concert. He was grinning a very wide grin.

"Here, Nicky. I thought you might like to have these." Brian extended two copies of the photo JC had taken of him.

"Just remember who has the negatives," Brian said with a laugh as he headed to his own bedroom.

Nick moved to the desk and opened the center drawer. He drew out one of the hotel envelopes and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small address book. Scooping up a pen he began addressing the envelope, chuckling to himself as wrote.

"Well, JC," he murmured under his breath, "I bet your friend is going to really enjoy this."

He turned over one of the pictures and wrote carefully on the back, 'The hand belongs to JC. We were really having a great time, as you can see.' Then he signed it and below his signature neatly printed out, 'Nick Carter.'

Nick was glad JC had given him a private address that this would reach without any difficulty. And he hoped JC would get to squirm as much when this envelope reached its destination as he had squirmed when he'd had to face Brian.

The thought made Nick smile. He'd have to send this special delivery or something. Too bad he couldn't be there to take a picture when the envelope was opened.

-the end-

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