Templum Bellonae

AJ. Justin. A used-car lot. No, it’s not an AU.

Used by Chris J.

At first, I didn’t think this was as funny as Jae’s other stories, but suddenly I was in the middle of it and laughing my ass off, so I guess it lived up to my expectations. Like most of Jae’s stories, I’m in it more for the humour than the romance.

Nick Carter writes a book. Well, fifteen pages doesn’t really count as a book, but…

The Earl of Rothinghamptonfordshire by Jae

Justin wants to sleep with JC. JC thinks he’s too young, but Justin’s going to keep asking.

Jailbait Street by Torch

Just one rec before I go away for the weekend. Chris decides he has a thing for Lance.

Be Your Own Best Friend by Betty Plotnick

Think RPS is icky? Want to complain about people writing it? Read this first.

Frequently Made Objections Against RPS v2.0 by Armelle Amaya

Backstreet/*Nsync

JC and AJ at Disneyland.

They Say Home Is… by Arsenic Jade

It’s rare for him to like someone he doesn’t trust, but Marshall likes Wade.

I love the end of this, with Marshall’s “you’re not the first to think so.”

Deal by Xoverau

Wherein Chris is an idiot. But a sweet romantic idiot.

And You Can Tell Everybody by Synchronik

I’m not entirely sure why I enjoy this story so much, but it makes me smile every time I read it.

Leben by Matthew Haldeman-Time

AJ is in rehab. Brian stays with him.

Days Go by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Lance has got all seven of ‘em.

Just as funny and good as everything else Jae writes.

“That’s not what I said and you know it,” Justin yelled, and slammed a hand against the steering wheel. Lance’s steering wheel. Even though it was Lance’s car, Justin was driving, of course, because apparently Justin’s dick would fall off if he ever had to ride shotgun while a non-professional drove. “It’s emasculating,” Justin had explained when Lance tried to take the keys, in the slow, awed voice he used for scraps of psychobabble he found particularly impressive. Justin had no idea why Lance might find that explanation insulting or enraging.

Or maybe Justin did. Maybe Justin was trying to make Lance explode in fury, because really, why else would Justin have found it even remotely appropriate to add, “Britney never minded”?

Deadly by Jae

Justin has a birthday. He doesn’t remember much of it.

It’s Justin/JC, but the pairing is almost incidental. Jae is the funniest popslash writer out there, and this is one of her best.

Justin had seen himself on TV and in photographs many, many times over the years. He was used to the way the cameras could distort his looks, make him look a lot better or a lot worse, but always at least slightly different than the face he was used to seeing in the mirror. But he had never, in real life or on tape, seen himself look quite as trashed as the Justin on TV who walked over and put an arm around Carson. In fact, Justin had never seen anyone look quite as trashed as the Justin on TV did.

Carson’s smug smile said he’d never seen anyone look quite that trashed, either.

Remember by Jae

I laughed so hard my roommate thought I was choking. Link is to the first chapter.

“But it’s a good question,” Joey said. “Cause, see, if we’re talking about intercourse, I don’t know if I wanna play. But if other things count, well then…”

“I think any assisted orgasm counts,” Lance said thoughtfully.

“Oh, that sounds sexy,” Chris said. “Any assisted orgasm? Did you read that straight from the manual?”

“Do we both have to come?” Joey said.

“Jesus, Joe,” Chris groaned. “Sex with you is sounding more unattractive by the second. Between you being all selfish and Lance’s assisted orgasms, you’re giving us all a bad name. ‘Sleep with ‘N Sync for the utmost in cold, mechanical experiences. We’re sex machines. No, really. We’re machines.’”

*Nsync makes a bet: they each have to sleep with a Backstreet Boy. Wild and wacky fun ensues.

Coldhearted by Jae