Templum Bellonae

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

Jailbait Street by Torch

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