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Kinda Bassez but that's really incidental. More of a character piece for JC really.
Josh
His family still called him Josh. He’d tried to get them to call him JC, but it didn’t seem to take. His father honestly kept forgetting.
Heather had just looked at him at that special way little sisters have and said "That’s stupid, Josh," and that had been the end of that.
His mother. Well it’s pretty damn impossible to convince your mother to call you anything other than what she wants to. So… Josh.
Tyler had agreed. At first anyway, until in a fit of brotherly admiration he’d begun asking everyone to call him TJ. JC had refused because
"Say it out loud. Your name rhymes! That’s just wrong!"
And it had been Josh ever since.
All his friends in Bowie still called him Josh, but he didn’t really mind since he was living in Florida and hardly ever saw them. Not that he would mind that much anyway. It was his name, after all.
And it became like this weird dividing line for his life. Before neatly divided from after by a set of initials. Oddly enough the only person who called him Josh on MMC was Josh. JC had asked him why once and he’d said. "It’s my name. How often do I get to say it?" Josh was weird.
And then there was Joey. Crazy, funny Joey who’d quickly gone from ‘Jennifer’s friend’ to ‘my friend’ in the span of an hour. Joey, having been raised a good Catholic had been smacked upside the head by his mother and more than a few nuns for uttering those initials inappropriately and now had this strange aversion to saying them out loud.
Tony had called him Josh once. It had just slipped out and had felt so weird for both of them that it had never happened again. Dale had never said it, and JC didn’t think he ever would. JC was pretty sure Justin didn’t even know his full name for about a year after they met.
It was a strange thing; The big deal people made out of names. Lou, for reasons he’d never understood bordered on obsession when it came to the question of JC’s name. JC remembered getting their first scripted answers. He was surprised that Lou’s people had come up with "Do people call you Josh, or JC?" as a potential question (though not as surprised as when he was actually asked it. Because really, who gave a fuck?). He was even more surprised that his answer was supposed to be "Only my mom when she’s mad."
"But that’s not true," JC had said to the room.
"What?" Joey asked
JC walked over to the couch where Joey was sitting next to Lance and plopped next to him. He pointed to the paper.
"Lots of people call me Josh. Hell, you do it all the time."
"So. Lance’s says that his perfect girl confident, family oriented, and enjoys music and dancing."
"That’s exactly what I look for, Joe," Lance said.
"Yeah, in a man," Joey replied.
"Details," Lance said.
"Well, I get that," JC said. "Lance isn’t our only resident queer. I get why we have to keep that on the down low."
JC looked toward Lance when he started choking on some water he’d been drinking. JC paused for a moment, thinking. "Wait, I didn’t tell you that yet?"
Lance, unable to speak shook his head ‘no’.
"Sorry, dude. I really thought I’d gotten around to that. We cool?"
Lance, recovering his voice said "Um, gay here. Why should I care?"
"Okay, cool," then turning back to Joey. "And that’s my point. Why should anyone care if people call me Josh or not?"
Joey just shrugged.
Chris who had been listening to them, walked over. "I feel your pain, man. Since when is my favorite color silver?"
"They changed your favorite color?" JC asked.
"Yeah."
"Now that, I really don’t get," Justin added.
"Tell me about it," Chris said. "What’s wrong with fuchsia anyway?"
The years passed and it became even more of a divider. Every new person he met was introduced to JC and most never learned what the initials stood for. Joey started calling him JC more, but stuck with Josh most of the time when they were in private.
He’d known Justin for ten years and didn’t think he’d ever heard him call him Josh.
Chris did, sometimes. It was his way of letting JC know he was serious about something. It was hard sometimes, to tell if Chris was kidding or not. Chris would be talking to him about some drama in his life that JC was sure he was exaggerating for comic effect and JC would laugh. Then Chris would look at him square in the eye and say "No really, Josh." And JC could quiet down and they’d have a good talk. Or when Chris was ranting and raving about whatever happened to be pissing him off. JC would make some flip comment intended to make Chris laugh, and most of the time Chris would laugh and his mind would be taken off whatever was bothering him. But sometimes Chris would come back with "Fuck you, Josh!" and JC knew it was something really important and would help Chris hash it out.
JC and Tony had kind of lost touch after JC had left LA. He felt bad about that, and when they’d started to reconnect he’d made a point of asking Tony to call him Josh. It had been a gesture, really. A way of inviting Tony back into his life because whether they did it regularly, or only sometimes, the only people who called him Josh were people who knew him well. It had worked, and he felt that he and Tony were closer now than they were when they were spending every day together. That made him happy.
But what made him happiest of all was hearing it from Lance. Lance who only used it when they were alone. Lance who liked to bottom but only when he was on top. Lance who would look down at him when they were done, all sexy and sated as JC’s cock softened inside of him. It was those nights that Lance would lean down and lick the sweat off JC’s neck and make his way up to the soft spot behind his ear. He’d place a kiss there and whisper in a voice that was deep and rumbly and thick with desire "I love you, Josh." It always made him feel beautiful, and sexy and usually got him hard enough for another round.
There really weren’t that many people left in the world that called him Josh and they were all special to him in their own way. But Lance was different. Lance was special, of course, but when Lance called him Josh, he made JC feel special too.
Josh
His family still called him Josh. He’d tried to get them to call him JC, but it didn’t seem to take. His father honestly kept forgetting.
Heather had just looked at him at that special way little sisters have and said "That’s stupid, Josh," and that had been the end of that.
His mother. Well it’s pretty damn impossible to convince your mother to call you anything other than what she wants to. So… Josh.
Tyler had agreed. At first anyway, until in a fit of brotherly admiration he’d begun asking everyone to call him TJ. JC had refused because
"Say it out loud. Your name rhymes! That’s just wrong!"
And it had been Josh ever since.
All his friends in Bowie still called him Josh, but he didn’t really mind since he was living in Florida and hardly ever saw them. Not that he would mind that much anyway. It was his name, after all.
And it became like this weird dividing line for his life. Before neatly divided from after by a set of initials. Oddly enough the only person who called him Josh on MMC was Josh. JC had asked him why once and he’d said. "It’s my name. How often do I get to say it?" Josh was weird.
And then there was Joey. Crazy, funny Joey who’d quickly gone from ‘Jennifer’s friend’ to ‘my friend’ in the span of an hour. Joey, having been raised a good Catholic had been smacked upside the head by his mother and more than a few nuns for uttering those initials inappropriately and now had this strange aversion to saying them out loud.
Tony had called him Josh once. It had just slipped out and had felt so weird for both of them that it had never happened again. Dale had never said it, and JC didn’t think he ever would. JC was pretty sure Justin didn’t even know his full name for about a year after they met.
It was a strange thing; The big deal people made out of names. Lou, for reasons he’d never understood bordered on obsession when it came to the question of JC’s name. JC remembered getting their first scripted answers. He was surprised that Lou’s people had come up with "Do people call you Josh, or JC?" as a potential question (though not as surprised as when he was actually asked it. Because really, who gave a fuck?). He was even more surprised that his answer was supposed to be "Only my mom when she’s mad."
"But that’s not true," JC had said to the room.
"What?" Joey asked
JC walked over to the couch where Joey was sitting next to Lance and plopped next to him. He pointed to the paper.
"Lots of people call me Josh. Hell, you do it all the time."
"So. Lance’s says that his perfect girl confident, family oriented, and enjoys music and dancing."
"That’s exactly what I look for, Joe," Lance said.
"Yeah, in a man," Joey replied.
"Details," Lance said.
"Well, I get that," JC said. "Lance isn’t our only resident queer. I get why we have to keep that on the down low."
JC looked toward Lance when he started choking on some water he’d been drinking. JC paused for a moment, thinking. "Wait, I didn’t tell you that yet?"
Lance, unable to speak shook his head ‘no’.
"Sorry, dude. I really thought I’d gotten around to that. We cool?"
Lance, recovering his voice said "Um, gay here. Why should I care?"
"Okay, cool," then turning back to Joey. "And that’s my point. Why should anyone care if people call me Josh or not?"
Joey just shrugged.
Chris who had been listening to them, walked over. "I feel your pain, man. Since when is my favorite color silver?"
"They changed your favorite color?" JC asked.
"Yeah."
"Now that, I really don’t get," Justin added.
"Tell me about it," Chris said. "What’s wrong with fuchsia anyway?"
The years passed and it became even more of a divider. Every new person he met was introduced to JC and most never learned what the initials stood for. Joey started calling him JC more, but stuck with Josh most of the time when they were in private.
He’d known Justin for ten years and didn’t think he’d ever heard him call him Josh.
Chris did, sometimes. It was his way of letting JC know he was serious about something. It was hard sometimes, to tell if Chris was kidding or not. Chris would be talking to him about some drama in his life that JC was sure he was exaggerating for comic effect and JC would laugh. Then Chris would look at him square in the eye and say "No really, Josh." And JC could quiet down and they’d have a good talk. Or when Chris was ranting and raving about whatever happened to be pissing him off. JC would make some flip comment intended to make Chris laugh, and most of the time Chris would laugh and his mind would be taken off whatever was bothering him. But sometimes Chris would come back with "Fuck you, Josh!" and JC knew it was something really important and would help Chris hash it out.
JC and Tony had kind of lost touch after JC had left LA. He felt bad about that, and when they’d started to reconnect he’d made a point of asking Tony to call him Josh. It had been a gesture, really. A way of inviting Tony back into his life because whether they did it regularly, or only sometimes, the only people who called him Josh were people who knew him well. It had worked, and he felt that he and Tony were closer now than they were when they were spending every day together. That made him happy.
But what made him happiest of all was hearing it from Lance. Lance who only used it when they were alone. Lance who liked to bottom but only when he was on top. Lance who would look down at him when they were done, all sexy and sated as JC’s cock softened inside of him. It was those nights that Lance would lean down and lick the sweat off JC’s neck and make his way up to the soft spot behind his ear. He’d place a kiss there and whisper in a voice that was deep and rumbly and thick with desire "I love you, Josh." It always made him feel beautiful, and sexy and usually got him hard enough for another round.
There really weren’t that many people left in the world that called him Josh and they were all special to him in their own way. But Lance was different. Lance was special, of course, but when Lance called him Josh, he made JC feel special too.
