MTYG 2007 - Don't Rock the Boat
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raynedanserwritesJC was on a boat. The seas were rough and he was being shaken about as the waves tossed the boat. It was also dark and rainy and he couldn’t see anything that wasn’t right in front of his face.
“JC! JC!” he heard someone shout as he was hurtled from one side of the boat to the other.
He tried to see into the dark. It sounded like Justin, but that made no sense because Justin was at his house, asleep in his own bed.
Which meant JC was sleeping and he could still hear Justin’s voice shouting his name. Which meant that Justin wasn’t asleep in his own bed, he was here. In JC’s house. Shaking his shoulder and trying to wake him up at –
“Three in the morning? J, are you out of your freaking mind?” JC demanded groggily as he squinted blearily at his clock.
Justin was looking down at JC, looking wet and woeful and pitiful and JC almost felt bad. Almost, but not quite.
“Jaaaaay Ceeeee,” he whined.
JC sighed and sat up. It was quite obvious that Justin wasn’t going to let him go back to sleep anytime soon. “What, Justin? What is it that was SO important you had to wake me up in the middle of the night?”
Evidently, that meant it was ok for Justin to plop his soaking wet ass on the edge of JC’s bed in order to tell his woeful tale. Because JC was sure it would be woeful.
Justin put on his biggest puppy dog eyes and picked at the lumps in JC’s blanket. “You know the renovations that I’ve been having done?” he started quietly.
JC nodded, waiting for the full explanation to come. “What about them?” JC hadn’t thought it possible, but Justin managed to look even sadder.
“The pipe burst. Water got everywhere and my house is soaked and now it’s going to take even longer and – JC, can I stay here?”
JC sighed, thinking that if he just said yes, Justin would have to shut up and he could fall back to sleep. He flipped the covers back on his bed and patted the mattress. “Come on, Justin,” he said quietly.
But after three days of Justin moping around his house because the work wasn’t done and he was still exiled, JC was pretty sure he was going to go insane. JC snuck off while Justin was delinting the towels in the downstairs guest bathroom for the third time and locked himself in a closet upstairs where he hoped Justin wouldn’t find him. He flipped open his cell phone and called Chris.
“You have GOT to get him out of my house, Chris, I mean it. Can’t he stay with you?” he hissed.
Chris laughed. “Hi to you too, C. Is he really that bad?”
JC rolled his eyes, even though Chris couldn’t see him. “Chris, he’s delinting my towels. Again. He looks pitiful and is a freaking shadow all the time because he can’t figure out what to do by himself. Please, Chris?”
Chris sighed in JC’s ear. “C, you know he can’t. Besides, somehow I think you two would have more fun there than he would here. Can’t you distract him?”
“No, Chris, I can’t. Don’t you think I tried that already? He says he’s too upset about his house turning into a lake.” When JC hung up on Chris a few minutes later, he could still hear Chris laughing at him. “Fucker,” he grumbled as he snapped shut his phone.
He stayed where he was for a few more minutes, thinking this through. The biggest problem they were having right now was that the contractors had so much drying and repair work to do because of the water damage. Rugs had to be torn up, floors needed to dry, rugs needed to be replaced. He thought some walls needed to be fixed, but he couldn’t be sure. As Justin had gone on and on about what needed to be done, his eyes had started to glaze over and he’d sort of tuned Justin out, but only a little.
A day later, he tried begging Joey to take Justin, but he’d laughed just as hard as Chris had and JC hung up on him, too. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He snatched his keys off the counter and headed for the door.
“Going out!” he’d shouted to Justin.
Justin waved a hand at him from the couch where he was munching a bowl of popcorn and shouting at whatever he was watching on tv. JC rolled his eyes and escaped quickly.
When he returned a couple of hours later, Justin hadn’t moved and he snuck up to his bedroom. HE changed into the oldest pair of jeans he owned and thought that maybe if he was stealthy enough, he could sneak back down the stairs and out the door before Justin ever knew he was back.
But luck was not on JC’s side, he realized when he got back downstairs. His hand was on the doorknob when Justin caught him. “JC? What are you doing?” Justin asked.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” JC stated. He was pretty sure that was his motto for the week. When Justin stood in front of him looking amused and laughing, JC decided it definitely was.
“So you needed to get a toolbelt?” Justin asked, pointing to the wide leather belt that hung low on narrow JC’s hips.
JC held up his hands. In one hand he held a wrench and in the other hand… Well, he didn’t know what it was, but it looked good and he was sure that it would come in handy. “I have tools, too, you know,” he felt the need to point out.
Justin laughed. “I can see that. What were you going to do, JC, fix my house for me?”
“Um, yes?” JC answered hopefully. JC slid the tools into the loops on the belt and it slooped a little lower. Justin laughed harder, though, which wasn’t something he was counting on.
“JC, the contractor just called. I can go home tomorrow.”
JC tried not to sound too hopeful. After all, he didn’t want Justin to think he didn’t want him here at all. “Really?” he asked.
“Really.” Justin stepped a little closer, watching JC, and JC wondered how he made it look so smooth. “So I was thinking,” Justin began as he tugged on the tool belt to pull JC a little closer. He dipped his head in and nipped at JC’s jaw line. “I was thinking that maybe we could go upstairs and celebrate me going home tomorrow,” he suggested.
JC nodded eagerly. Now that was an idea he could get behind.
“JC! JC!” he heard someone shout as he was hurtled from one side of the boat to the other.
He tried to see into the dark. It sounded like Justin, but that made no sense because Justin was at his house, asleep in his own bed.
Which meant JC was sleeping and he could still hear Justin’s voice shouting his name. Which meant that Justin wasn’t asleep in his own bed, he was here. In JC’s house. Shaking his shoulder and trying to wake him up at –
“Three in the morning? J, are you out of your freaking mind?” JC demanded groggily as he squinted blearily at his clock.
Justin was looking down at JC, looking wet and woeful and pitiful and JC almost felt bad. Almost, but not quite.
“Jaaaaay Ceeeee,” he whined.
JC sighed and sat up. It was quite obvious that Justin wasn’t going to let him go back to sleep anytime soon. “What, Justin? What is it that was SO important you had to wake me up in the middle of the night?”
Evidently, that meant it was ok for Justin to plop his soaking wet ass on the edge of JC’s bed in order to tell his woeful tale. Because JC was sure it would be woeful.
Justin put on his biggest puppy dog eyes and picked at the lumps in JC’s blanket. “You know the renovations that I’ve been having done?” he started quietly.
JC nodded, waiting for the full explanation to come. “What about them?” JC hadn’t thought it possible, but Justin managed to look even sadder.
“The pipe burst. Water got everywhere and my house is soaked and now it’s going to take even longer and – JC, can I stay here?”
JC sighed, thinking that if he just said yes, Justin would have to shut up and he could fall back to sleep. He flipped the covers back on his bed and patted the mattress. “Come on, Justin,” he said quietly.
But after three days of Justin moping around his house because the work wasn’t done and he was still exiled, JC was pretty sure he was going to go insane. JC snuck off while Justin was delinting the towels in the downstairs guest bathroom for the third time and locked himself in a closet upstairs where he hoped Justin wouldn’t find him. He flipped open his cell phone and called Chris.
“You have GOT to get him out of my house, Chris, I mean it. Can’t he stay with you?” he hissed.
Chris laughed. “Hi to you too, C. Is he really that bad?”
JC rolled his eyes, even though Chris couldn’t see him. “Chris, he’s delinting my towels. Again. He looks pitiful and is a freaking shadow all the time because he can’t figure out what to do by himself. Please, Chris?”
Chris sighed in JC’s ear. “C, you know he can’t. Besides, somehow I think you two would have more fun there than he would here. Can’t you distract him?”
“No, Chris, I can’t. Don’t you think I tried that already? He says he’s too upset about his house turning into a lake.” When JC hung up on Chris a few minutes later, he could still hear Chris laughing at him. “Fucker,” he grumbled as he snapped shut his phone.
He stayed where he was for a few more minutes, thinking this through. The biggest problem they were having right now was that the contractors had so much drying and repair work to do because of the water damage. Rugs had to be torn up, floors needed to dry, rugs needed to be replaced. He thought some walls needed to be fixed, but he couldn’t be sure. As Justin had gone on and on about what needed to be done, his eyes had started to glaze over and he’d sort of tuned Justin out, but only a little.
A day later, he tried begging Joey to take Justin, but he’d laughed just as hard as Chris had and JC hung up on him, too. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He snatched his keys off the counter and headed for the door.
“Going out!” he’d shouted to Justin.
Justin waved a hand at him from the couch where he was munching a bowl of popcorn and shouting at whatever he was watching on tv. JC rolled his eyes and escaped quickly.
When he returned a couple of hours later, Justin hadn’t moved and he snuck up to his bedroom. HE changed into the oldest pair of jeans he owned and thought that maybe if he was stealthy enough, he could sneak back down the stairs and out the door before Justin ever knew he was back.
But luck was not on JC’s side, he realized when he got back downstairs. His hand was on the doorknob when Justin caught him. “JC? What are you doing?” Justin asked.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” JC stated. He was pretty sure that was his motto for the week. When Justin stood in front of him looking amused and laughing, JC decided it definitely was.
“So you needed to get a toolbelt?” Justin asked, pointing to the wide leather belt that hung low on narrow JC’s hips.
JC held up his hands. In one hand he held a wrench and in the other hand… Well, he didn’t know what it was, but it looked good and he was sure that it would come in handy. “I have tools, too, you know,” he felt the need to point out.
Justin laughed. “I can see that. What were you going to do, JC, fix my house for me?”
“Um, yes?” JC answered hopefully. JC slid the tools into the loops on the belt and it slooped a little lower. Justin laughed harder, though, which wasn’t something he was counting on.
“JC, the contractor just called. I can go home tomorrow.”
JC tried not to sound too hopeful. After all, he didn’t want Justin to think he didn’t want him here at all. “Really?” he asked.
“Really.” Justin stepped a little closer, watching JC, and JC wondered how he made it look so smooth. “So I was thinking,” Justin began as he tugged on the tool belt to pull JC a little closer. He dipped his head in and nipped at JC’s jaw line. “I was thinking that maybe we could go upstairs and celebrate me going home tomorrow,” he suggested.
JC nodded eagerly. Now that was an idea he could get behind.
