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All righty, we have the first of the fics I promised in this post.

mickeym, this one is for you. Euro TrickC, a little more than the requested 2000 words. Hope you like it!



JC was wondering if there was a way to politely ask whether or not a girl was into threesomes when he got distracted by Lance, buried somewhere in the crowd and yelling loud enough to compete with the music. JC couldn't see over the people moving around him but Joey must've been able to or maybe had some kind of Lance homing device; he was already moving. JC followed him, clinging to one of his belt loops. He looked back to apologize to the girl they'd been dancing with but she was already gone, swallowed up like she'd never been there at all.

That was one of the things he hated about clubs. People either stopped existing as soon as you turned your back on them or they groped your ass, and you never knew which it was gonna be.

Lance had gotten nastily groped, from what JC could make out of his rapid-fire, Mississippi accented German. It was amazing to think that a bass like him could shriek like a girl when you pissed him off, but Lance managed it somehow. His voice could take on a piercing quality that even Chris had to admire, and JC was pretty sure that if he tried really hard he could shatter glass. It was an impressive skill when you had to live with him, but it wouldn't do him much good in places like this. He was facing off with a guy like three times his size, all huge muscles and a shaved head and eyes that were practically pinwheeling, he was so fucking high.

Joey swelled up like a bullfrog, and JC sighed, stepping in front of him. Mad-and-swelled-up Joey wouldn't really do them much good either. He loomed pretty well but his German was shit and he averaged maybe one half-decent punch out of a dozen, so he always needed to be rescued after trying to joke his way out of trouble backfired. He was fabulous in Orlando, could distract or befriend anyone, but in Germany? Good only for the looming.

JC wasn't much better off, and he knew it. Skinny guys with weird hair and an aversion to violence could do okay for themselves at home, but in these huge, crazy European clubs? Trying to stay out of a fight was practically a come-on. At least his German was decent; they might do okay between that and Joey's silent presence behind him.

"Got a problem, Lance?" he asked, staring at the guy just in case a good glare would work.

"Nothing I can't handle," Lance said, which was almost funny. Maybe in a couple years, Lance would be big and scary enough to take on huge guys in clubs just by yelling at them, although JC couldn't imagine it. At the moment, he was clearly out of his depth.

Me too, JC thought, imagining what Lou would say when he got back to the hotel with a broken nose and missing teeth, but something had to be done. "Do you have a problem?" he asked the guy.

"Nothing he can't handle," the guy said, using German even though he'd clearly understood their English, before he grabbed his crotch and smiled at Lance over Joey's shoulder. He was bigger than Joey, way bigger than Joey, and if Chris hadn't sidled up and slid his arm over Lance's chest it probably would have been a free-for-all on the floor, and the big guy probably would've kicked all their asses.

"You ready to go, baby?" Chris asked Lance, ignoring his surprised jump, nuzzling his cheek before seeming to notice the standoff going on in front of him. He shifted, holding out a hand to the big guy with a dull, flat smile. He had the craziest smile of like, ever. He didn't really bring it out all that often but it was totally effective. "Hey," he said, taking the guy's hand. "Nice to meet you. Guys, is there something going on here I should know about?"

"No, no." JC looked back and forth between the guy and Lance, trying to act a little worried, a little frantic, which wasn't really too tough. Lance still looked like he was gearing himself up to take a swing, but Chris' arm across his chest held him back effortlessly. Chris was so much stronger than he looked, which the guy was clearly discovering as he tried to tug his hand free and failed, wincing. "Nothing's going on, Chris," JC said. "Right, Lance?"

Lance looked at him like he was a fucking idiot, but JC widened his eyes and nodded as Chris squeezed a little. He bared his teeth in what was almost a smile, if you blinked and looked at him out of the corner of your eye really fast and had never seen any nature shows about piranhas. Maybe he would be scary someday after all. "Of course not," he said as he leaned back against Chris' chest.

"Glad to hear it," Chris said cheerfully, releasing the big guy's hand. "So you wanna go? I wanna--" he leaned closer to Lance's ear and whispered something that made Lance blush, eyes wide.

"Uh," he said. "Really?" and Chris' crazy smile took on a sharp edge.

"C'mon," he told JC and Joey, eyes glittering. "We're going."

Joey followed, but JC hung back a second, wary. Sometimes when you turned your back on people, they kicked your ass.

"Does your little friend fuck all of you, or just the one with the nice ass?" the guy asked. It sounded ten times as dirty in German, and JC kind of wanted to smack him but instead batted his lashes, smiling.

"Give me your telephone number and maybe we can convince him to fuck you too," he said sweetly, bracing himself to duck the punch. "But I wouldn't get like, too hopeful, man. He's got standards."

To his surprise, instead of trying to break his nose, the guy flushed. "Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, and started digging in his pockets. He came up with a battered card and handed it to JC, looking over his shoulder, probably watching Chris and Joey herd Lance out of the club. "Tell him I can suck dick better than any American boy ever could," he said proudly, and while JC was blinking down at his card, he turned and melted back into the crowd.

~~~~~

"Hey," Justin said when they got back to the hotel. He lying in his bed, watching a movie. There were tissues scattered everywhere and JC skirted them warily. "You guys are back early. No luck with the girls?"

"I almost had one," Joey said, flopping down on Justin's bed, almost flattening him. "But JC was messing with my flow, and then Lance got in trouuuuuble."

"I wasn't in trouble." Lance was still prickling mad. He stripped off the shirt he'd worn out and tossed it in his suitcase, grabbed the pajamas that he only wore when he was homesick, and headed for the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him and JC winced. Pajamas and slammed doors meant a truly epic sulk. Normally Lance
was an easygoing kind of guy, but exposure to Justin had helped him master the epic sulk. "I was fine," he yelled through the door.

Chris rolled his eyes, flopped down beside Joey on Justin's bed, this time successfully flattening Justin. "I saved him," he said, poking and pinching as Justin wriggled and muttered about Chris' stupid fat ass and how it was crushing his ribcage and he needed his ribcage, so did Chris mind? Which Chris, of course, did not. "I did that scary freak thing and saved Lance like it was nothing."

JC grinned at him, pushed himself up to sit on the top of the bureau, safely away from tissues. "It was nothing. You do that scary freak thing naturally."

"And it works every time," Chris said, smug as hell, which was almost okay because he was right. Lance and Justin had no idea how much trouble Chris had saved them from by casually draping an arm around them and smiling at someone. They weren't old enough or experienced enough yet to see what Chris' smile meant.

"Now that the day's been saved, I think it's time for bed," JC said. Joey grunted, clearly more than half asleep already, despite Chris and Justin wiggling all over the place. "You coming up, Chris, or should I just leave a light on for you?"

Justin went limp but Chris apparently wasn't fooled, dug an elbow into his side before rolling over Joey and off the bed. Joey didn't even open his eyes, just flung out an arm and caught Justin in mid-pursuit, flopping him back down among the tangled blankets and sheets.

"Sit," he rumbled sleepily. "Stay. Don't sneeze on me. Good boy."

Chris grinned. "Gonna wait and talk to Lance," he said. "The poor kid might need some therapy after this evening's events, right?"

JC snorted as Lance shouted, "I'm not talking to you, you're the one who needs therapy!" from the bathroom.

"Then it's your duty to therapize me, since I saved your life and all," Chris shouted back, winking at JC. "Go on, man, I'll be quiet when I come in."

Justin was shoving at a motionless, imoveable Joey, trying to get him off the bed, and Lance was slamming things around, and Chris was leaning by the bathroom door, for once relatively still and calm. He was Chris, though, and JC thought he knew how long that would last. "I'll believe it when I see it," he said, shaking his head, and he went up the hall towards their room.

~~~~~

He was brushing his teeth when Chris came in a little while later, not quietly at all. The door squeaked open and slammed shut, shoes went thudding against the wall, a keycard got slapped down on the bureau. Chris came into their bathroom already half-naked, his shirt in his hand. He smelled good, like sweat and smoke and the cologne he used when they were going out. JC smiled at him in the mirror, and bent down to spit out his mouthful of toothpaste. "Get Lance all figured out?"

Chris grinned back at him and leaned against the counter. "He's good. You know how I whispered something to him right before we left?" he asked, and JC nodded. "I told him I wanted to get out of there because I really really needed a blowjob, and I was pretty sure you owed me one."

JC raised his eyebrows. "Do I?"

"Honestly, I think I owe you," Chris said. He touched JC's arm, tugged at his shirt. "If you take all your clothes off and ask me really nice, I might pay up. Then you can owe me, and it won't be like I lied to Lance."

"If you pay up, then we're equal."

Chris rolled his eyes and tugged harder. "So I'll blow you twice. C'mon, get naked."

JC got naked. What else was there to do? Turn down what was sure to be a fantastic blowjob? He wouldn't do it, not on his worst day. Particularly not when it was Chris offering the blowjob, sinking to his knees on the thin mat in front of the counter, grinning up at him all evil and hot. He rubbed his hands over JC's hips and stomach and ass and thighs--all at once, it felt like, as if Chris had extra hands, fingers determined to touch and tickle and make JC lose his mind. Make JC lose his mind, before Chris even touched him with that gorgeous mouth.

JC leaned his head back and gasped when Chris teased him by nibbling along the crease of his thigh, anticipation making him shudder. "That guy--"

"The name is Chris," Chris mumbled against his stomach. "How soon we forget, huh?"

JC shook his head. "No, no, in the club. That guy, the one who was bothering Lance?"

Chris licked him, once, and took just the head of JC's dick into his mouth. JC's eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked; he couldn't seem to help it. But Chris just hummed against him. He liked that, he'd always liked it when JC forgot himself and got a little forceful, and they'd done this often enough now that JC was getting really, really comfortable with that.

More than comfortable, he had to admit when he was being honest with himself.

"The guy," he said, gasping for breath. "The guy in the club--you made him hot. Oh." He slid his hands a little deeper into the mess of Chris' hair, jerked his hips again. "Fuck," he murmured. "How do you do that? He gave me his card to give to you, he wanted you to fuck him or something. Do that again so I can figure it out."

Chris shoved at his hips and stopped sucking, and JC groaned. He let go and looked down, and Chris arched an eyebrow at him. "What did you tell him?" he asked, licking his lips.

JC said, "Who?" and pushed his hips forward hopefully.

"Focus again, JC," Chris said and that was unfair, that was completely unfair, JC was focused. He knew exactly what he wanted, he just wasn't getting it anymore. "What did you tell Lance's guy?"

"I told him you had standards. And when he was gone, I ripped up his card and dropped the pieces on the floor," JC said. He ran his thumbs over Chris' cheekbones. "Please?"

"I don't know," Chris said, though he'd moved close enough again that his lips touched JC's dick with every word. "That was kinda rude, wasn't it, C? What if I would've wanted to fuck him?"

"You wouldn't have," JC said. "He told me he could give a better blowjob than any American guy. You don't want yours beat."

"You saying they could be?"

JC shook his head. "No. He was wrong. But he'd have wanted to compete with you, and meanwhile you'd have been wanting to fuck me."

Chris' eyes darkened. "There is that," he said, and he opened his mouth to take in JC's dick again.

JC groaned and closed his eyes, running restless fingers through Chris' hair, touching him to stay grounded when the hot pressure of his mouth made it feel like the whole world was falling away. There couldn't be anything better than this, he thought, desperately aching and so close that it felt like he'd never come, and when he did it was almost a surprise. He groaned a warning to Chris but that was pointless, completely pointless, it was already too late.

And unnecessary. Chris never listened to warnings anyway.

~~~~~

Afterwards, they climbed into the clean bed, which was the best part about sharing a room; Lou had no idea what a great thing he'd done when he'd decided to try to save some money. They watched bad German television and ate cookies, which was pretty much their post-sex routine. Sometimes, JC worried that they already had a post-sex routine. And then sometimes he thought about being home, being in Florida and going without it--being without the sex, being without the routine--and he couldn't imagine living like that anymore. It was just how things were, and would be, for as long as they could hold it together.

Which would be a damn long time if he had anything to say about it, he thought as he shifted to lie on his side and sigh, draped across Chris and pleasantly sleepy. "Next time, we should skip the going out and trying to score and go straight to this," he mumbled, nuzzling against Chris' shoulder. "Otherwise we get into trouble."

"Oh yeah? And then what do we do with Lance and Joey?" Chris asked, sounding amused, running a hand through JC's hair.

JC tilted his head and Chris rubbed his scalp just the way he liked, almost a massage. He opened one eye and frowned at Chris, playful. "Well, we're not inviting them to join us. They can figure out their own way to this."

Chris laughed quietly and clicked off the TV, settling down under the covers. JC resettled with him, not willing to lose his warmth and the feel of his skin. "Nah, we gotta keep going out, if only to watch out for them. They couldn't handle themselves against guys like that yet, and Lance is cool but too young to go with them."

JC grinned and pulled the blankets higher over their shoulders; Chris smiled at him with the sleepy contentment that he so rarely showed and beckoned him closer. "Besides," he whispered, kissing JC when he was close enough, "they could try, and they might even get something good, but they could never get to this."


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And as usual, thanks to kaneko and merryish for beta!