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Last Moments of Pain	By : wiccanb1tch Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > N'sync Views: 1167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of NSync. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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LAST MOMENTS OF PAIN

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any members of N’SYNC in any way, shape, or form. Jordan and Kyle however are mine in every way, shape, and form. This does involve m/m relations, mainly JC and Jordan. If you no like then you can just leave now! 0:-)

Jordan paced the small dressing room, his nerves on edge, despite the burning pain from where the bullets had entered his body. Every little noise sent him jumping. He had snuck into JC’s dressing room hoping the singer would remember him and was waiting for the singer to return from the show. ‘Relax,’ he told himself for the thousandth time. He continued pacing nervously for another twenty minutes before the pain became too much and he decided to sit down in the swivel chair in front of the large mirror.
The large commotion outside the dressing rooms was the norm for the singers of N’SYNC. JC held his hands above his head, desperately trying to get into his room without upsetting his fans. Behind him Justin and Lance were trying the same tactic. “Just give me five minutes! Five minutes!” JC hollered at the screaming fans as he finally reached his dressing room door.
Jordan tensed and looked into the mirror, which reflected the door. The knob turned and the door flew open, letting the sound of screaming fans and JC to enter the room. ‘He’s more beautiful than I remember!’ Jordan thought as JC slid into the room laughing. He clutched at one of the holes in his side, knowing the blood was visible through his navy tee-shirt.
JC closed the door, careful not to catch fingers, and turned around. He closed his eyes and leaned against the door, laughing as he slid down to the floor. Jordan sniffled slightly, hoping to catch JC’s attention. JC opened his eyes and located the source of the noise. Jumping back to his feet he scrambled for the intercom that would connect him straight to security.
Jordan knew this would happen and just stood up. “Sorry for alarming you Mister Chasez. I just had to see you one more time. If Kyle found out I was here…” he muttered half to himself though he knew JC heard him loud and clear. “Please don’t call security. I’m leaving…” Jordan averted his gaze to the brown carpet floor and sniffled again, fully aware that his nose would start bleeding again if he continued to sniffle.
JC stopped looking for the intercom and looked at the boy standing in front of him. Something seemed wrong with the boy and it caused something in JC's mind to go off in alarm. “How the hell did you get in here? How did you get past security? And who the hell are you kid?”
“I’m Jordan, Mister Chasez, Sir. I had hoped you would have remembered me, Sir. I just slipped in, Sir.” He kept his gaze on the floor, afraid to look up at JC. “And I’m not a kid, Sir. I’m nineteen years old and …” he looked up then, thinking he heard someone screaming his name outside the door.
“And what J?” JC prompted, suddenly realizing who was standing in front of him.
‘He remembered me!’ Jordan thought. “Dead. Shit! He’s looking for me! He’ll find me! Oh shit! He’s gonna kill me! You gotta do something! You just… no! you can’t do anything! No! stay outta his way. don’t do anything!” Just then Jordan’s knees buckled under him, the blood fleeing from his face; the gun shots from earlier were beginning to kill him.
Slightly confused and shocked, JC moved towards Jordan. “Jordan? What’s…” He reached out to touch Jordan’s shoulders only to be pushed away with a bloodied hand.
“Don’t… he’ll hurt you… you can’t…” Jordan gasped for air, knowing that he could just give in to the pain and end it forever. “Please… stop… the… pain…” He looked at JC with pleading green eyes.
JC didn’t know what to do. “How?” He searched Jordan’s eyes for an answer, even a hint but all he could get was pain. “J, how do I stop the pain? Tell me how!”
“Just… stop… it…” Jordan hunched over again, trying desperately to stop the endless pain in his body and the escaping blood.
JC gulped, sensing that he would have to touch Jordan in an unwanted fashion. “I…”
Jordan choked on a sob and looked up at JC, tears in his eyes. “Please… end… it… do… something…” He knew in his heart JC wouldn’t help him, despite how nice and caring he remembered him to be. He struggled to get to his feet, though the bullets embedded in his body made the task impossible.
JC darted to the door and locked it before returning to Jordan. He smiled shakily, hoping to calm Jordan and himself, and gently pushed Jordan onto his back. He hovered over Jordan and gulped. “Don’t hate me for doing this. Remember, you asked me to stop the pain.”
Jordan wheezed and gulped for much-needed oxygen. “Just… stop… the…” His entire body cringed in pain as he took a deep breath.
JC nodded and bent over Jordan’s mouth, kissing him. Jordan kissed back, or tried to anyway. Jc pulled back from the kiss and looked down at Jordan. ‘He’s beautiful… even though he is covered in so much blood,’ JC thought as he leaned down for another kiss. He pressed forcefully, his tongue seeking entrance into Jordan’s mouth.
Jordan parted his lips slightly, allowing JC’s tongue entrance into his mouth. JC's tongue explored and danced around the heat of Jordan’s mouth. He pulled back, knowing Jordan needed air, plus he had tasted blood. “j, you need to see a doctor.”
Jordan was choking on sobs and blood and could only look at JC with tears in his eyes. “I… know… but…”
“But nothing J, I’m calling an ambulance.” JC moved to get up but Jordan caught his wrist, not allowing him to leave.
“Please… don’t… I won’t… make… it…” His eyes told JC that that was the truth. “Just… make… this… the… best… moments… of my… life…” JC nodded, not wanting to loose Jordan, but knowing he had to help his dying young friend.
“You won’t haunt me in the after life for doing what I know you want me to do?” JC smirked, trying to make his friend smile. Jordan smiled, faintly, and shook his head slowly. “Good.” JC sat back down next to Jordan and slowly removed the bloodied shirt, trying not to cause anymore pain to the young man before him. JC gulped as the wounds were revealed. ‘Shit! How the… what the… oh man. What if he dies in the middle?!’ Jordan’s chest was rising and falling unevenly, making JC cringe at the sight. “J? I’m sorry if I hurt you…”
Jordan looked up at JC, answering him silently. He flinched as JC ran his hands, gently, over his chest and abdomen. Despite JC’s careful touch, the pain couldn’t be diminished. JC reached the waist band on Jordan’s purposely torn denim jeans. He flicked a glance up at Jordan’s face, seeing the hurt and desire etched there. He undid the button and zipper, and slowly pulled the pants and boxers to Jordan’s ankles.
He reached to remove Jordan’s shoes, only to find that he wasn’t wearing any and that the socks were full of holes. JC gulped as he removed the socks, gingerly, afraid to see what lay beneath them. His eyes bugged out of his head when he saw the blood and dirt covering the once flawless feet. He slid the pants and boxers off Jordan’s legs and gently spread his legs apart.
Jordan lay perfectly still, twitching only when JC touched a wound. His breathing was raspy and becoming a struggle but he refused to give in to the killing wounds until he shared his final time with JC. He closed his eyes to the soft touch as JC stroked his cock, slowly bringing it to an erection.
JC licked his lips as he watched Jordan’s reactions, his own cock coming to an erection. He glanced at Jordan, wondering if he should let Jordan stroke his cock. “J? Do you want to…”
Jordan groaned slightly and shook his head; the effort causing his vision to blur. JC nodded and quickly stripped himself. He sat on his knees very close to Jordan’s bruised body. Carefully lifting Jordan’s legs, he rested them on his shoulders, grimacing when Jordan moaned in anguish. “I’m sorry J. I’m so sorry.” He whispered to Jordan, hoping to calm him.
Jordan relaxed slightly, adjusting to the new position in which JC had put him in. “Con…tin… ue… Jace.” he whimpered. JC nodded and proceeded. He spat into his hand and began to stroke his own cock into an erection, realizing too late that he didn’t have anything better to use. He spat into his hand again and slowly massaged Jordan’s opening.
Jordan’s eyes opened wide and he took a sharp intake of air, which he regretted. He cringed in pain and clutched the carpet floor, praying he wouldn’t die until JC was done. JC paused, waiting for Jordan to relax again. He took a deep breath, hoping to calm his nerves. He licked his lips and looked down at Jordan for a sign to proceed. Jordan only nodded once, and JC slowly slid one finger into the opening up to his knuckle.
Jordan moaned and tried to somehow get the invading finger in deeper. JC smiled slightly at the reaction he got from Jordan and slowly removed the finger. He grinned foolishly and inserted another finger, causing Jordan to yelp. “Shh, J. He’ll find you! Besides, there are fans right outside that door.” JC whispered harshly, immediately quieting Jordan, though he really wanted to hear noises from Jordan. He just needed to know he was still alive.
JC moved the two fingers in and out slowly, setting a gently pace. He debated whether or not he should touch that certain spot, knowing that if he did Jordan would scream out again. He gave in to his desires and curled his fingers, brushing against that spot. Jordan silenced his scream, and started to gasp for air at the effort.
JC pulled his fingers out and began to rub his cock again, just for good measure. He smiled at Jordan, hoping he wouldn’t die just yet. He adjusted himself so he would be able to get past the tight ring of muscle easily and with as little pain as possible. He pressed his cock against the opening and applied pressure against it.
Jordan gasped for air and spit out the blood that had managed to get into his mouth. He relaxed his body as best he could. JC saw his chance and forced himself into Jordan’s tight warmth. Jordan threw his head back and arched his body, ignoring the screaming agony his body was emitting. He only listened to the glorious pain JC was giving him.
JC set an even pace and began to pump in and out of Jordan. Once he was comfortable with the speed, he reached around one of Jordan’s legs and began to pump his cock in time with the pace he had set. Jordan could only stifle his moans of pleasure and relish in the pain JC was distributing.
“Jace!” Jordan gasped. “I’m… I’m… close! I’m… close!” He panted and struggled to breath. JC just smiled and pumped harder. Jordan’s body twitched as he released, getting both himself and JC covered with his cum. JC then rubbed his hands across his own chest, scooping the cum onto his fingers and putting them into his mouth. Jordan watched in awe and licked his lips.
JC looked at Jordan’s reaction and gently touched Jordan’s chest, repeating the same thing for him. JC moaned as Jordan’s tongue licked his fingers up and down. He then thrusted himself harder and harder into Jordan, knowing he was probably hurting him. his body shuddered once and then he exploded inside Jordan. He slowly removed his cock and set Jordan’s legs back on the floor.
Inching his way next to Jordan, he collapsed onto the floor. He took deep breaths to regain control over his body and looked over at Jordan. “I hope that those were the best moments of your life J.” He smiled briefly and leaned over, locking Jordan in a passionate kiss. He pulled away and looked at Jordan.
“Thank… you… Jace…can…” Jordan took a deep breath and cringed. “Can… you… take… me… now…?” His eyes begged JC as tears filled them again.
“To a doctor?” JC asked, hoping Jordan would make it. Jordan nodded and closed his eyes slowly. “J?” Jordan opened his eyes again and looked at JC. “Should I put your clothes back on? Or just wrap you in a blanket?” He smiled despite his fear of loosing Jordan forever.
Jordan returned the smile and whispered. “Just… wrap… me…” JC silenced him with a brief kiss before rushing to get dressed and call an ambulance. Jordan only watched him through heavily-lidded eyes for a few moments before his eyes closed again.
JC grabbed the large blanket from the small couch and went back to Jordan. He k on on the floor and carefully wrapped his friend. Jordan’s eyes opened and looked at JC as he was lifted from the floor. “You are way too light buddy. Last time I picked you up you…” JC looked down at Jordan to find him smiling and laughing slightly at the memory. JC smiled too and made his way out of the dressing room.
The fans all moved away and stopped screaming. The other members of the singing group looked with silence as their friend walked grimly out of his and and to the door at the end of the hall. Two EMTs met him at the door and took Jordan from him. JC followed them into the ambulance, despite the nauseous feeling that overwhelmed him.
“Jace…” Jordan muttered hoarsely as he was set down on the stretcher. JC looked down at his friend, smiling only to make himself feel better. The door shut but the vehicle didn’t move.
“Yea, J?” He whispered.
“I… love… you… Jace…” Jordan paused to breathe. The EMTs hooked him up to many different things, half of which involved needles. JC kept him gaze on Jordan, trying not to pass out. “Thank… you… please… don’t…” Jordan grimaced as one of the EMTs removed the blanket.
JC put a finger over Jordan’s mouth to silence him. “I won’t leave you, I promise.” JC sat on the bench next to Jordan and held his hand, gently massaging it. Jordan smiled briefly and nodded. His eyes closed slowly. “J?” Jordan opened his eyes once more and focused on JC, everything else was becoming dark and indescribable. “I love you too. And I always will.” JC kissed the back of Jordan’s hand as tears escaped from his eyes.
Jordan smiled and his eyes slowly closed once more, never to open again. The loud –BEEEEEP— from the heart monitor was the only thing JC needed to hear to know his friend had finally escaped from the pain that was inflicted upon him. The EMTs went about to try and save him but JC stopped them. “Don’t, he’s better off now.” Tears spilled freely as he continued. “He wanted to die. Don’t take that from him, please.”
The EMTs nodded slowly, disheartened that the bloodied young man wanted to die. They removed everything and slowly climbed back out of the ambulance. JC never let go of Jordan’s hand as he replaced the blanket over his body. He kissed Jordan’s hand once more before placing it on his chest. Forcing a smile to his face, he leaned over and kissed the now cold lips, which still held the smile that came with knowing he was loved.
JC forced himself to leave the ambulance, knowing he would have to eventually, and was glad to see that his manager had forced the fans to leave and the only ones left were the members of N’SYNC. The EMTs apologized to JC and slipped back into the truck, which took off to the hospital. JC allowed his friends to lead him back to the waiting limo, which took him home. Before climbing out of the limo he whispered, “Thanks guys. For everything.” They only smiled, knowing that saying anything would make things harder.
JC walked up to the front door of his house and let himself in. he closed the door and slid to the floor. Unwelcome tears racked his body as he cried once more. He knew Jordan was happier than he had ever been before, and that it was because of what JC did that made Jordan so happy. With the thought that Jordan was happy now, JC pulled himself up off the floor and made his way to bed. He crawled in with a content smile on his own face and fell into a peaceful sleep in which he saw Jordan in heaven.
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