foxmonkey | Five first kisses meme.

Seen here and there through LJ. I'm assuming this is exactly what it sounds like: five first kisses for couples in your fic. It turns out that I have exactly five stories that feature first kisses (lips), and one that contains first neck and shoulder and top of head kissing. Which probably shouldn't count, but it's JoeC, so I'll toss it in for the likes of

saturn92103. :-) Hmmm, it occurs to me that I have a Trickyfish first kiss as well. Hmmm.

From Chasez Lake: New Year.

"And now!" Lance announced, as they fell in a heap onto the couch, "our little tribute to the end of the year!"

Their place in the history of dorks was assured when their onscreen selves counted down from ten to wish the world a Happy New Year - a full hour early, as Carson noted after the clip ended.

"Thanks, Carson, you bastard," Chris laughed.

"Do we actually like him?" Lance asked, and tossed a handful of potato chips at the TV.

"Fucker! Respect the big screen," JC exclaimed.

"Hey," Justin said beside him. JC turned, and Justin gave him a light kiss on the lips. "My last kiss of 2001," Justin said softly. "Thanks."

"Mine too, then, I guess," JC answered. He smiled at Justin and ignored Lance's grunt from his other side.

Justin leaned closer, and said softly in his ear, "And you'll be my first in 2002."

From Kiss.

"There," JC smiles and raises his glass, "a fabulous dessert, courtesy of us." They clink their glasses together. JC sips slowly, nods appreciatively. "Mmm, good stuff." He looks up. His eyes are a soft, beautiful color that, yes, Justin's definitely noticed before. Acting on an instinct he can't name, he leans into JC's personal space. JC, with a look of surprise, leans back, but not far enough.

He tastes of strawberries. His lips are cool and wet from the champagne and part oh, so, slowly, under Justin's. As first kisses go, it's better than many Justin has enjoyed. It isn't what he intended to do when he followed JC into the house.

JC pulls back slowly. "Dude, what was that?" He wipes at his lips a bit with the tips of his fingers, but he doesn't look disgusted.

"You're wiping my kiss off," Justin says. "I think I'm insulted."

JC rolls his eyes and smiles. "No, it's just the champagne. You've got a little on your chin or something."

"Oh." Justin reaches up and JC reaches out at the same time; JC nudges Justin's hand aside with his own and flicks his thumb over the spot. "That was a kiss, and I'm surprised you didn't know that," Justin says. "I thought you'd been kissed plenty." His tone is light but JC doesn't smile.

"Not by you."

Justin touches JC's bottom lip lightly. "You looked like you needed it."

From Change Partners

"Justin," JC said gently, "we don't have to do this. Just because we both tried with the other guys...I mean, you're not like a set of McDonald's toys I'm trying to collect."

"I know." Justin nuzzled under JC's hair. "I want to try, but if you don't, I'm cool with that, too. I'll still love you."

It sometimes amazed JC how much they all loved each other even after their attempts to love each other had failed. He turned a little in Justin's arms, and studied his face for a moment. Satisfied with what he saw, JC brushed Justin's lips softly with his. "Just so you know, your kitten bites."

Justin smiled against his mouth. "Meow, baby. Bring it on."

From His

He smiles at you, looking sleepy and very happy, and he leans close, his breath warm on your skin before his lips touch your neck. The temperature in the room just shot up a hundred degrees, and you're so hard you think that Lance can probably feel it way over on the other bed. Justin kisses your jaw, and you can't believe he's doing this in front of the other guys, who are probably watching with rapt attention. He kisses you right beside your mouth, and he whispers your name just before he presses his lips to yours.

Your brain short circuits. Your mouth opens under his, and when his tongue slides against yours, your body takes over. Apparently his has too, because you feel his hand, hot and huge, moving under your T-shirt and up your back. You cup his neck and hold him to you. It's everything you thought it would be, and more.

Crunch

[Technically two kisses I suppose, but who's counting?]

The first was on Justin's 18th birthday, when he was giddy with beer and JC had been buzzing pleasantly along on screwdrivers. The kiss was breathless, slightly fumbly, and sweet, and months later Justin had returned the favor on JC's 23rd birthday.

They'd been sober and their girlfriends had been in the next room when Justin cornered JC in JC's kitchen. He'd whispered 'happy birthday' before angling his head to nuzzle JC's lips with his own. JC had curled his in fingers in Justin's beltloops and his mouth had opened, and the kiss had been long and wet.

From JC [heart] Joey

“It didn’t feel right without you,” JC murmured, and kissed the top of Joey’s head. “I said he was one of us, but he’s not. No one could replace you.” He dropped another kiss in Joey’s hair. Joey’s arms tightened around him.

“You know,” Joey said softly, “you could sleep in my bunk, or,” he took a breath, “you could sleep in the lounge." His lips were hot against JC’s shoulder. "With me.”

“Yeah?” JC tightened his arms around Joey and smiled.