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aruan
Oh my yes. Firstly, I approve of uniforms on my men as a general rule. Cannot express the joy that JC dressed in that disheveled, unbuttoned/untied number on that pile of drums brought into my life. Was listening on the phone when he came out at Wango Tango, got to experience the giddy joy of his wearing the winning band's ensemble, then having it ceremoniously ripped off of him. Such a savvy, sexy boy, that one.
Save Yourself by Tiffany Rawlins
"I was thinking," JC said, "while I watched, when you went up and then down again." Lance nodded under the light touch of JC's fingers on his jaw. "I think it must be like love. You can write a thousand songs and it only sounds right if you were there."
Cheater cheater cheater! I'm a big, dirty cheater. But it's really JC's story and this is on my top ten fics ever written list, so just in case y'all missed it the first time or I didn't make it emphatically clear enough, You Should Be Reading This. Go to.
