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powrhug I would...
Justin slammed the door, nearly seething with anger. He dropped his keys on the coffee table and stomped into the kitchen, almost running into JC in the process.
“Woah, J,” JC said, reaching to put a hand on Justin’s shoulder as Justin poured himself a glass of water. “What’s wrong?”
Justin jerked away from JC’s touch, immediately regretting it when he saw the look on JC’s face. “I’m just sick and fucking tired of everything being my fault, that’s all.”
JC looked at him, confused, but didn’t say anything. So he continued. “They blame me for everything; the fact that your album release got pushed back, the fact that we’re not all hitting the studio together until next year…next thing you know, they’ll blame me for the fact that the economy sucks and gas prices are so high. And we won't get into Hurricane Isabel.”
JC still didn’t reply, he just took the glass out of Justin’s hands, sitting it on the counter before wrapping his arms around Justin. He could feel the muscles of Justin’s back tighten even further under his hands, only making him pull the younger man closer.
“The people who matter don’t blame you,” JC said softly. “I don’t. Chris, Lance and Joey don’t either. The people that do…I don’t know. Heresay and rumor can be dangerous things. In the end, everything will work out.”
Justin sighed, pulling back from the embrace slightly. He bit his lip, before nodding slowly. “You’re right.”
JC smiled. “Of course I’m right. I’m older and wiser.”
That made Justin roll his eyes. “I’m taller.”
“You used up the use of that line years ago, J.”
“It’s still true.”
They both laughed then, the tension of the moment easing slightly. JC kissed Justin gently, cupping his face. “Everything will work out,” he repeated.
This time, Justin believed him.
powrhug I would...Justin slammed the door, nearly seething with anger. He dropped his keys on the coffee table and stomped into the kitchen, almost running into JC in the process.
“Woah, J,” JC said, reaching to put a hand on Justin’s shoulder as Justin poured himself a glass of water. “What’s wrong?”
Justin jerked away from JC’s touch, immediately regretting it when he saw the look on JC’s face. “I’m just sick and fucking tired of everything being my fault, that’s all.”
JC looked at him, confused, but didn’t say anything. So he continued. “They blame me for everything; the fact that your album release got pushed back, the fact that we’re not all hitting the studio together until next year…next thing you know, they’ll blame me for the fact that the economy sucks and gas prices are so high. And we won't get into Hurricane Isabel.”
JC still didn’t reply, he just took the glass out of Justin’s hands, sitting it on the counter before wrapping his arms around Justin. He could feel the muscles of Justin’s back tighten even further under his hands, only making him pull the younger man closer.
“The people who matter don’t blame you,” JC said softly. “I don’t. Chris, Lance and Joey don’t either. The people that do…I don’t know. Heresay and rumor can be dangerous things. In the end, everything will work out.”
Justin sighed, pulling back from the embrace slightly. He bit his lip, before nodding slowly. “You’re right.”
JC smiled. “Of course I’m right. I’m older and wiser.”
That made Justin roll his eyes. “I’m taller.”
“You used up the use of that line years ago, J.”
“It’s still true.”
They both laughed then, the tension of the moment easing slightly. JC kissed Justin gently, cupping his face. “Everything will work out,” he repeated.
This time, Justin believed him.
