º*¤ Vina ¤*º

"Another day, another show," I huffed as I watched JC put the finishing touches on his outfit. "Don't you ever get bored with this?"

        JC smiled. "Nah, not really. Why? Are you getting tired of touring with me?" His smile turned into a seductive grin as he made his way towards me. He put his hands around my waist and kissed my lips.

        "I never get get tired of you, you know that," I replied, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. "Besides, when you go on vacation, we'll have all the time we want together."

        "Hmm, that's right. Then you won't be able to get rid of me." he joked in between kisses. Then his face suddenly became serious, and he pulled away from me. "But right now, I have a show to do."

        I pouted and plopped down in the vanity chair. "Tease."

        "I love you too, baby." he chuckled and bent down to kiss me. Of course, I let him. I'm spoiled, not stupid. I watched him walk out of
the dressing room, wearing his cute little jersey. Jc is unbelievably sexy when he's about to go out and perform. His love of singing gets
him energized, and you can feel his excitement when he's around you. I decided to watch the concert from backstage, though I had seen it many times before. He just looked extra-fine to me that night.

        The guys bellowed and harmonized their way through the first half of the show, performing "Here We Go", "I Just Wanna Be With You", and "For the Girl Who Has Everything." But the next song they sang made me swoon right along with the rest of the girls: "You Got It." It wasn't my favorite song or anything, but the energy that Jc puts into singing it, it made me want him. The words of the song matched perfectly with the way I was feeling at the moment. I waited until he did my favorite part (near the end of the song, where he says "I got what you need, BABY!"), then quietly walked back into his dressing room, unnoticed.

I knew he would be back within a matter of seconds for wardrobe change so I closed the door behind me and waited for him to return.

        JC walked in shortly after, sweaty from performing, but still sexy in his own little Chasez way. "Hey, babe, not watching the show tonight?" he asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his shirt.

        "Yeah, I'm watching it. But I just needed to tell you something."
       
        He looked at me curiously and began taking off his shirt, completely oblivious to how aroused I was. "Really? What is it?"

        Obviously, the man wasn't getting the picture, so I hinted a little more. I propped myself up on top of the vanity table and spread my
legs. "Well, come here and I'll tell you."
       
        Still confused, he walked over to me and stood in between my legs. "Ok, what do you want?"

        I couldn't believe that he didn't know what I wanted yet! If he wouldn't have been shirtless already, I would have totally been turned
off. But he was still sexy, so I decided to pursue him anyway. I put my hands in the back pockets of his jeans and pulled him further towards
me. "I want you, stupid," I whispered in his ear. "Right here, right now." I began to kiss him, starting from the lips, then worked my way
down.

        "Hun, you know I can't do this. I'm in the middle of a show." JC gasped. Not caring, I continued to make a trail of kisses down his
chest, until I reached his pants. Then I unbuttoned them and gave JC a mischievous grin, then kissed his lips again.

        "It won't be long, Jc. Let them wait, just a little while," I begged him. I knew I had him already, but watching him squirm was fun. "Please
baby?"

        "Dammit, girl, you're gonna get me in trouble." he said as he leaned in, kissing me again. He put his arms around my hips and pulled me
closer to him. He then got on his knees and began to unbutton and remove my shorts, revealing my black panties. He slid them off and threw them across the room. I took the liberty of removing my shirt and bra, leaving me with nothing on, except the suggestive smile on my face. JC slowly stood back up and stared fervently at my body. He ran his hands up and down my sides, taking in every inch of me with his eyes.

        "JC, baby, this is called a 'quickie', remember?" I teased. "Can we get started?"

        He grinned naughtily, fire and passion in his eyes. I felt his hand go from my hips, down to my wetness. He inserted two fingers inside of me and moved them around wildly. "Is that what you want?" he taunted. I leaned back on the wall and gripped the sides of the vanity table. My breathing increased when I felt his tongue on my neck and his other hand
on my breast. "I said, is THIS what you want?" he repeated, teasing my clit with his thumb.

        "Uh....uh-huh." I moaned. JC has the most wonderful hands. He always knows the right places to touch me, and how much pressure to use when he touches me there. His fingers moved furiously inside of me. I moved my hips, catching the rhythm of his hand, increasing my pleasure. I slid my hand down his pants and felt his hardness. I stroked it softly and listened to him moan. I went faster and he closed his eyes tightly, reopening them to find me staring at him intensely. My eyes narrowed and glistened. I watched him as he licked his lips, obviously enjoying the feeling I was giving him.

        My breathing was still hard, and so was JC's. "I want you...inside of me." I begged. He quickly removed his fingers and inserted himself
inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he gripped my hips.

He filled every bit of me and it felt amazing. He developed a steady rhythm and we both groaned. "Mmm....Faster." I commanded. He obliged
and started to speed up. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the feeling. "Harder..." I commanded again. I opened my eyes and noticed him looking surprisingly at me and then he obliged and his thrusts became harder.

        "Baby, I never knew you liked it rough," he whispered in my ear. "But if that's the way you want it." He drove himself into me vigorously.
       
        I huffed, "That's because I never thought you could handle it until now."

JC lifted my legs higher and pushed harder. "Oh, shit....Jc..." I sighed, beginning to lose my composure. The wobbly vanity table banged
into the wall continuously as he moved his cock in and out of me.

        "Oh my God....." he grunted exhaustingly. I started to move with him again, and my pelvis met his thrusts, driving him into me harder. He
rammed into me one more time, putting us both over the edge of ecstasy. "Oh...shit!" was our outcry of satisfaction when we climaxed together.

He rested his head on my chest as we both began to catch our breaths. We felt each other's heartbeats through our bodies.

        "Never thought I could handle it, eh?" he mocked. I ran a hand through his hair softly and laughed. We stayed that way for a moment, then I suddenly remembered: "Wait, Jc, aren't you in the middle of a show right now?" I
asked.

        "Huh?"

        *BANG BANG!*

We heard a disrupting knock at the door. "JC, what the hell is taking you so long?"

We leaned our foreheads together and laughed softly, still joined and then he pulled out and with a grin, got into his costume.