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burn down his throat, as it was nothing compared to the burn under his skin. Where JC had seemed to
situate himself quite comfortably. Damn he hated that man. Almost as much as he wanted him. Shocked by
his mind's voice, Nick ordered a few more shots, figuring that he needed a bit more alcohol to quiet that
voice. That would definitely get him into trouble that he so didn't need right now.
JC watched Nick storm off with silent surprise, not expecting THAT reaction from the blonde. He'd heard of
Nick's temper and figured that he would have stayed to continue the argument, throwing a few punches
before he left. Clearly, this was a new Nick. Mixed in with the anger and resentment, laid unspoken lust and
desire and JC shook his head trying to clear his head. There was just something about Nick that got his blood
boiling and he ended up saying things that he knew weren't true, but still he said them. It was as if he had to
do something, anything to get the excess energy out of his system and lashing out was the only way he
could cope. Nick elicited such a wide range of emotions in him, that all he could do was ride them out, unable
to control any of them. Watching Nick throw back a few shots reminded JC that he needed a few drinks to
settle his nerves as well. "Fuck him."JC muttered to himself, trying not to think about doing just that.
Fucking Nick Carter.
The better part of an hour, and dozen drinks found them both on the dance floor, staying respectively far
away from the other. Nick was grinding up on some blonde, where JC was dancing seductively with a red
head, both painfully aware of the others' presence on the floor. Nick had been on the dance floor first and
the second JC was in his sight, that was all he could focus on. He knew that the brunette hadn't noticed him
dancing, because the moment that JC saw him, a look of shock and lust had flashed in his eyes. Well that was
until JC remembered that they hated each other and a look of contempt replaced it.
And there they were, both dancing with nameless girls, watching each other intensely, eyes never wavering.
JC tried not to drool over the sight of Nick's broad chest and his muscular arms, accented perfectly by the
tight shirt he was wearing. And he didn't notice the way Nick's jeans were tailored to fit him snugly, showing
his perfect ass in the dim lights of the club.
On the other side of the room, Nick forced himself to stop watching the way JC's hips would move
seductively against the girl's, thrusting just enough to make her grin and hold on tightly. He wouldn't allow his
eyes to linger on the way JC's hair stuck to his neck and cheeks, the sweat only giving his skin a healthier
glow making Nick wish that it was him making the older man that hot. And the way JC would sometimes close
his eyes, losing himself in the music while his lower lip would get caught between his teeth. Nick groaned
and fought to concentrate harder on the girl in front of him, kissing her passionately to erase the image of JC
in his mind.
The moment he saw Nick lean in to kiss the girl in his arms, JC growled and did the same with the woman he
was dancing with, wanting to show Nick that he wasn't the only one that could score. And so it continued,
both keeping one eye on the other, while trying desperately to win some predetermined challenge that
neither were too sure what the rules nor the stakes were. That was enough for both men, as they turned to
focus their attention to the women in their arms, and whispered invitations to accompany them home.
Nick blamed JC the next morning when he woke up with a splitting headache and a warm body clutching him
in a death grip. If it hadn't have been for the older man, he never would have drank that much and sure as hell
wouldn't have brought ...whatever her name was home. Sitting up, he grumbled as the blonde beside him
woke up, watching him with love filled eyes. "You have to leave."He muttered, wincing at the sound of his
voice.
"Why Nicky? I thought we had a good time last night."He turned to see the pout on her lips and cursed
himself for putting himself in this situation. For JC forcing him into this situation.
"Because I have shit to do and you can't stay here. Last night was ..."he let his eyes roam over her still nude
body and stood up, turning his back on her. "...last night. Get dressed and I"ll call you a cab."
She was out by the end of the hour and Nick found himself in the shower, still cursing JC and whatever hold it
was that he had over him. He was midway through the second piece of dry toast and his first cup of tea when
he gave up on trying to eat anything substantial. Instead, he popped 3 Advil and made a phone call. Once
the desired information was handed over to him, Nick grabbed his car keys, wallet and headed out the door.
Vowing to set things right again.
JC stretched and felt the bed beside him, praying that his hand didn't come into contact with anything solid.
With a sigh of relief he felt nothing but cool sheets and settled into his blankets farther. He'd almost brought
the red head home with him but at the last minute decided that it wasn't anything he wanted to have to deal
with in the morning. Well that, and the fact that she threw up halfway to the car and nearly passed out. At that
point, he'd gone to get her friends and they'd taken her home, embarrassed at her display. No matter how
bad he felt this morning, and he felt like shit, he was sure that she was feeling ten times worse.
Suddenly his mind drifted to Nick and everything that had gone on between them the night before. He
wasn't all together too sure when things had changed, but they had gone from pure animosity to raw lust. He
could feel it, and he knew that no matter how much Nick denied it, he felt it too. There was just something in
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