This Is Where The Party’s At
By: Lara
“Cuz it’s my birthday…my b-b-b-b-birthday,” JC
Chasez sang as he drove up his street.
He laughed at himself, realizing he was imitating Cartman from
JC whistled as he
went up the front steps, twirling his key ring around his fingers. He entered the security code and slowly
opened the door, pasting a surprised grin on his face. The grin faded when he walked in the door,
but the surprise didn’t. The foyer and
living room were empty. No party. “What the hell?” JC whispered, walking over to the answering machine.
“Hey, JC, it’s
Justin,” he heard his friend’s voice say.
“Me and Joey are about to head out, but I wanted to call and wish you a
happy birthday, Old Man. Sorry we
couldn’t be there, but you told us you didn’t like surprises or a big fanfare,
so we thought you’d want a day of peace and quiet instead. Later.”
“DAMMIT!” JC yelled. “WHY am I such a good
actor?” He grabbed his keys and went
out the door again.
Holly glared at
the radio before changing the station.
“Are all DJs against me?” She
asked the empty car. Every station she
turned to was playing a love song, or some other song that reminded her of her
ex. Life wasn’t fair. She was finally over him…had come to the
conclusion the night before that she was way better than he…and then every DJ
in the city had made a pact to make her miserable. “Today is the first day of the rest of my life,” she
chanted. “I’m better than any man, and
no man can make me be anyone but myself.”
She stopped at the four-way stop and carefully looked before pulling
out.
“I can’t believe
this. Want to be alone my ass! Where’s my party? Where’s my friends? Where
are the pretty girls?” JC bitched as he
zoomed up the street. He didn’t even
slow down at the four-way stop, until he slammed into the small car turning
right.
Holly was frozen
in her seat once her car came to a stop.
The car that had hit her had pushed her a good five or six feet. Her fingers would not release from the
steering wheel. “I’m alive,” she
whispered. “I’m alive and pretty much
unhurt,” she said, mentally telling her hands to let go.
“Holy shit!” She heard a man yell. Footsteps approached the car. “Oh, God…are you okay?”
“I think so,”
Holly replied, slowly turning her head to look up at the man by the car. Concerned blue eyes stared down at her.
“Oh, God, I am so
sorry. This is all my fault. I didn’t stop at the stop sign. Can you get out? Is anything broken?”
“No…nothing’s
broken…but I can’t move…shock…I think…” Holly whispered.
“Oh, dammit…” the
man’s eyes were miserable with guilt.
“Okay. I’m going to move your hands, okay? Just relax…try to relax.
What’s your name?”
“Holly.”
“I’m Josh, but
everyone calls me JC,” the man said. He
carefully took a hold of her left hand and peeled her fingers from the steering
wheel knuckle by knuckle. As soon as
her left hand was free, he massaged it for a moment, then did the same to the
right hand. He tried to open her door
but it was jammed shut. “Can you climb
across to the passenger side?”
“No…I have too
much shit on the seat,” Holly said with a weak embarrassed grin.
“Here. Come out the window. I’ll help you.” JC put his arms under hers and helped her up and out. Holly leaned against the car, then looked at
the damage.
“Holy shit!” She screamed, suddenly furious. JC winced.
He had hoped she would be forgiving.
“Do you realize that I just got this car three months ago? I don’t have money to fix it, and…”
“I’ve got it
under control. I’ll give you my
insurance info and…”
Holly stared at
her car. “A PORSCHE? You drive a PORSCHE?” She glared at him. “Suddenly I am finding all kinds of ailments…my neck…my knees…”
“Oh, don’t,
please…” JC almost pleaded. “You do NOT
know the kind of day I’m having.”
“Tell me about
it,” she growled back. “Men were on the
shitlist to begin with, and you just made it worse!”
“First of all…are
you okay…I mean, seriously. If you
want, I can drive you to the hospital.”
“I don’t think I
want you driving me anywhere,” she snapped, but she slowly moved everything. “No, I think I’m fine. Seriously.”
“Okay. Let’s exchange information, and then we can
use my cellphone to call a tow-truck.”
“Make that two,”
she said, motioning to the black Porsche.
“My car!” JC screamed. In his concern for Holly he had totally forgotten about his
car. He moaned as he looked it
over. “Happy birthday to me…guess I’ll
be buying myself a new car.”
“Today’s your
birthday?” Holly asked as JC reached
into his car and picked up his cellphone.
He nodded and she laughed. She
couldn’t help it. He glared at
her. “Happy birthday,” she said.
“Thanks,” he
snapped, punching in some numbers. He
called the towing company, then dialed Chris’ number. “Fuck…Chris…pick
up.” He hung up and dialed Chris’
cellphone. “Chris? It’s JC.
Where are you? Oh really? Listen…I need a favor. I kind of had an accident and my car is
totaled. I need you to come get
me. What do you MEAN, you’re busy? Dammit, Chris, I am standing on the side of
Lincoln Avenue with a totaled fucking PORSCHE!” JC huffed furiously.
“Yes…it was my fault…Chris…stop laughing, dammit! Then can you at least
get a hold of the rental place and have them drop a car off…” he looked at
Holly. “Two cars. Anything they have available. Thanks.”
He hit “end.”
“You didn’t need
to get me a car,” she told him.
“It’s the least I
can do.” They leaned back against his
car and waited for the tow-truck.
“So…can I have
your info?” Holly asked. JC stared at her. “Your insurance?”
“Oh…right.” He walked around to the passenger side as
she went to get a piece of paper and her own information. They exchanged insurance information as well
as phone numbers.
“This is the
quickest I have ever given any man my telephone number, just so you know,”
Holly said, trying to make light of the situation.
“I’m flattered,”
JC said, smiling at her. She smiled
back.
“Where were you
off to like a bat out of hell?”
He frowned once
more. “Well, four of my supposed very
best friends bailed on me on my birthday.
I thought it was all a joke…a surprise party. I had told them I hated surprises just so I would GET a surprise
party…but they took me seriously. Lance
is on his way to Mississippi, Justin and Joey are on a short cruise, and Chris
is busy with his company. I guess I was
a little pissed off.”
“Lance…Justin…Joey…Chris.” Holly stared at him open mouthed. “You’re
JC. Oh my God…” Recognition
flashed through her eyes and he groaned.
She smiled. “I could so collect on this…TV interviews…newspaper
articles…I could be famous!”
“You wouldn’t…”
“Oh, in the mood
I’m in…you’re damn lucky I haven’t called the networks already,” she said with
a grin. “Don’t worry. I’ll behave…for now.”
“All the people
in all the world and I had to hit a smartass,” JC said, rolling his eyes.
Within a matter
of minutes two two-trucks arrived on the scene, and the cars were hoisted up
and towed away. Five minutes later two
rental cars arrived, with a third driven to carry the drivers back. Holly stared. “That’s a Camaro.”
“And?” JC said, dropping his stuff into his own
car.
“A new
Camaro. I can’t drive a Camaro.”
“Why not? Don’t you like Camaros? Wanna switch?” JC motioned to his own convertible Mustang.
“Um…no…Camaro is
fine,” Holly answered quickly. JC
looked at her.
“I’m sorry I hit
you,” he said softly.
“It’s okay. At least no one was hurt.”
“Were you going
anywhere?” He asked. She shook her head.
“Just back from
running errands.”
“Would you like
to go to dinner? Someplace simple and
quiet…Italian, maybe?”
Holly opened her
mouth and closed it. JC Chasez…asking
her to dinner. Well…what could it
hurt? He owed her, didn’t he? “I’d like that. I’ll follow you.”
“Sweet!” JC slid across the front of the Mustang and
hopped behind the wheel.
“Drive slowly!”
Holly yelled at him, and he made a face at her.
The restaurant
that JC chose was out of the way but still quite popular, by the looks of the
full parking lot. They were quickly
seated. “Wine?” JC asked Holly. She shook her head. She
knew she’d need all her wits with this one.
He wasn’t even trying anything and she was already unable to keep from
staring into his incredible blue eyes.
“Just water.”
They ordered and
then sat looking at each other. “Can I
ask an incredibly nosy question?” JC
asked finally.
“Shoot.”
“What did he do
to make you hate us all so much?”
Holly’s temper
flared, then realized it was an innocent enough question. “He promised me the moon, but didn’t
deliver. Even that wasn’t the problem. The problem was, he promised me the moon,
strung me along a path of stars promising it was how we would get there…then he
dropped me off the edge and gave the moon to someone else.”
JC looked at her
sympathetically. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s
not your fault.” She smiled at
him. “It’s taken me about two months to
be able to say that. It’s not your
fault. It’s not my fault. It’s all him.”
“Good for you,”
JC said encouragingly.
“What about
you? I figured you would have had a
girlfriend to spend your birthday with.”
JC frowned. “No.
I ended a long-term relationship about six months ago. Not looking for that kind of thing right
now.”
“Not Ms. Right
but Ms. Right Now?” Holly teased.
“Yes…I mean no…I
mean…” JC stammered as the salads were placed before them.
“It’s okay. Recreational sex is fun every once in a
while, if you’re careful,” she said, and he laughed.
“Recreational
sex. I like that.”
Dinner seemed to
fly by, though they sat and talked for almost three hours. Holly was amazed at how easy it was to talk
to one of the most popular men in current music, and JC enjoyed the fact that
Holly treated him like just another guy.
At around nine o’clock JC looked around the room. “I think they want us to leave,” he said. Holly was surprised. She hadn’t even noticed the time.
“I think you’re
right.” They stood and he paid the bill. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” Holly
said as they walked to their rental cars.
They stood uncomfortably, neither wanting to go home but not knowing
what to suggest next.
“You know…I think
maybe you should find out where I live,” JC said suddenly. “I mean, I could skip out on paying you what
I owe you.”
Holly couldn’t
help but grin at the lame attempt to get her back to his house. “I think you are exactly right,” she told
him. “You don’t look very trustworthy.”
“I live out in
the hills. Follow me.” He hopped into his car, a shiteating grin on
his face.
“This is
amazing,” Holly gasped as she got out of her car in his driveway. “This house is gorgeous!”
“Yes, I guess it
is.” JC looked at his home, seeing it
through her eyes. “I’m proud of
it. Not much decorating on the inside,
but at least the outside looks good.”
He unlocked the door and moved aside for her to come in.
“Looks great to
me,” Holly said, not taking her eyes from JC’s face.
“You haven’t seen
anything yet,” JC murmured, taking her face in his hands. His soft lips met hers gently at first, then
more insistently. His arms wrapped
around her, and she pressed herself against him, moaning as his tongue battled
hers. “Upstairs?” He mumbled.
“Too far,” she
replied, and he led her into the living room.
He dragged a blanket from the back of the sofa and threw it down on the
floor. Her hands were at the buttons on
his shirt, quickly unbuttoning them and pushing the shirt from his
shoulders. JC tugged at her shirt, pulling
it over her head. He made short work of
her bra, and sighed as her breasts pressed against his chest.
As JC gently laid
her on the floor, Holly’s common sense was screaming at her to stop, but her
lonely body ignored it. His mouth
trailed down her neck, stopping to suck on her shoulders before moving down to
lavish kisses on her breasts. Her hips moved against his, and he drew in a
ragged breath as her hands toyed in his hair.
“Wait!” JC jumped up and took
off up the steps, leaving Holly to wonder what the hell was going on. He quickly thumped back down the steps,
holding a small box in his hands. “I
didn’t want it to go any further without these,” he panted, waving the box of
condoms in the air. She smiled, touched
that he had even thought about it. His
hands moved from her stomach back up to her breasts as he sucked on her bottom
lip.
“Oh…JC…it’s been
so long,” she sighed in his ear. He
tugged at the button on her jeans as she slid her hands down inside his baggy
pants. She moaned against him as she
realized there was nothing under his pants except him. He pulled her to stand and slowly shoved her
jeans and underwear to the floor. He
closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her perfume as she pushed his pants to
the floor. They kissed savagely, hands
wandering everywhere. With shaking
hands she helped him place the condom on his hardness. He pulled her back so he could sit on the
sofa and she tumbled onto his lap.
Holly sank onto JC’s hard cock with a sigh, moaning as he placed his hands
on the small of her back to bring her breasts to his mouth once more. She rode him at a torturing slow pace until
he couldn’t take it. He bit her neck
with a growl, causing her to giggle. He
picked her up and gently laid her on the floor once more. He covered her body with hers, kissing her
sweetly before thrusting into her.
“Oh…damn…Holly…”
he muttered, burying his face in her neck.
“I’m…so close…”
“Josh…JOSH!” Holly yelled, grabbing his shoulders as she
came. He continued to thrust into her,
making her orgasm seem to last an eternity.
He finally came deep inside her, groaning her name.
He moved to lie
beside her, panting as he enveloped her in his arms. She kissed his face, his chin, his neck. JC finally caught his breath. “What kind of car do you like?”
“You’re not
buying me a car, JC,” she told him.
“Of course
not.” JC looked insulted. “What did you do to deserve a car? I need to buy ME a car.” He smiled to soften his words.
“What does it
matter what kind of car I like?” Holly
asked, wondering what was going on.
“Well, I was
hoping that you’d be in it a lot, so I wanted to get something you liked.” JC suddenly felt shy.
“Oh,” Holly said,
unable to keep from smiling. “I trust
your judgment.”
“And about this
recreational sex thing.” JC traced
little circles on her back. “I don’t
like it after all. From now on, our sex
means something.”
“Right,” Holly
agreed, laughing. He laughed as well.
“Guess this
birthday turned out pretty well after all,” he said, smiling at her. “You’re the best present I ever could have
wished for.”
“Thank you,”
Holly whispered.
A banging on the
door made them both jump. “JC? OPEN THE DOOR! WE KNOW YOU’RE IN
THERE!” He heard Chris yell.
“Did you really
think we’d forget your birthday?”
Justin shouted.
“Oh, SHIT!” JC said, scrambling for his clothes. “Justin knows the password. Get dressed
quick.
They laughed so
hard they were hardly covered before the four other members of NSYNC came
tumbling in the door. “Why the hell
didn’t you answer…oh…hello,” Joey said, looking Holly over.
“Shut up, Joe,”
JC snapped.
“We are here to
take you out. Bring your friend,” Lance
said, smiling at her.
“So, what happened with your car? Chris mentioned an accident,” Justin said,
throwing an arm around JC’s shoulders.
“I fell,” JC
said, only having eyes for Holly. “I
fell in love.”
The End
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