Behind His Smile---JC Chasez Fanfiction

Seventeen

As JC tried to keep his breathing under control, Katrina gently kissed his lips, sliding her hands all over him. JC kept his eyes locked on hers, loving the feel of her against him. To be honest it had been awhile since they had last been so intimate with each other and meant it. Maybe this relationship was okay after all.

Katrina paused her kissing to push herself firmly against him. "I want you, Baby" she lazily mumbled. JC smiled against her cheek, as he grabbed her ass.

"But it's the hospital Kat," he answered still unsure of this rebellious act. "Do you think it's okay---"

"Who's going to know," Katrina replied, lifting her head to give her boyfriend a look. She moved herself sensually against his body, knowing that would eventually cause him to give in.

JC winced a little, but tried to hide it. He distracted her by casting his eyes to the ceiling. "There are cameras in here you just have to know where to look." He stated, unintentionally moving away from her grasp when she grabbed his crotch.

Katrina didn't seem to notice and instead kissed his neck. "Who cares," she responded. "Let those thirsty nurses watch in jealousy as we do it."

JC smiled at her, sliding his hands under her blouse. "You sure?" He asked carefully. His body was responding more and more to her touch and he wouldn't be able to stop if they started.

Katrina answered by grabbing his crotch once again and locking her lips on his. JC tensed a little, but tried to enjoy it. He couldn't ruin the moment by telling his girlfriend he was a little sore from being harassed by his manager. He undid her bra with one hand and grabbed her ass again with the other.

"I guess since you're so 'sick' I'll have to ride you," Katrina whispered against him. She quickly undid her pants and slid them down. JC watched as she hovered over him, trying to contain himself.

"Kat, are you sure, I'm still afraid someone will walk in---"

She shut him up by sliding her hands inside his underwear. "It's too late now," she muttered. JC held his breath, enjoying the pleasure. She sure knew how to get her way.

Ten minutes later, JC kissed her again, all out of breath. Katrina lifted herself off of him and pulled her pants back up. As she put JC's penis back into his underwear she pressed her hand against it. "How was it?" She asked happily.

"Best damn medicine," JC replied. He pulled her face to his. "Can't wait to get out of here and spend more time with you."

Katrina seemed to pout all of a sudden. "You better spend as much time as you can with me, because your tour starts in two weeks."

JC nodded. "I know. I wish you could come." He played with her earring.

"I wish I could too. But now the mall will be even busier so I can't take any time off if I want to keep my job."

Katrina bent down to kiss him once again before climbing off of him and back to the floor. She pulled the blankets up around him and fixed his sweaty hair.

"I love you JC," she said quietly, kissing him one last time.

"I love you too," JC answered.

After his girlfriend was gone, JC noticed how hungry he had become. The intimate physical exercise has left him thirsty as well. He eyed the button beside him and then pressed it reluctantly.

In only a few seconds, a nurse pushed open the door and came to him. "What do you need." She asked unenthusiastically. JC examined her, trying to measure her mood.

"What's on the menu," he asked.

"Broccoli soup and rye bread," she answered, still emotionless. "And peach sorbet for dessert."

JC thought a few moments if he had an appetite for any of that. Finally he sighed.

"Can you bring me peach sorbet and a Sprite?"

The nurse didn't answer right away. Her attitude made it seem as if she had the worst job on earth. JC stared at her, wondering what was wrong. But after a few more seconds, she looked at him finally. She was breathing a little heavier.

"Hey are you okay?" JC inquired, gently holding onto her arm. He scanned her face, trying to read her expressions. She wouldn't stop staring into his eyes with a dark, deep look. He grew a little uncertain and took his hand away from her. "Are you okay?" He repeated.

"I'll only bring it to you if you kiss me," the nurse pleaded. Before he could stop her, she had pressed her hands against his chest, leaning very close. JC's eyebrows drew together in confusion. He tried to brush her off gently, but she wouldn't budge.

"Grab me," the nurse said in a desperate, thirsty whisper. "Grab my ass like you grabbed hers." She breathed. At the same time, she grabbed his pants.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," JC mumbled, pushing her hand away from his crotch. "Stop that---couldn't you lose your job?"

"I turned off the cameras before I came in here." She said, her hand on his pants again. She put her face close to his again, her lips nearly touching his own.

JC seemed tempted, but he drew back. "I'm sorry, I can't." He said in a hoarse voice. "I love my girlfri--"

Before he could finish the sentence, the nurse pushed her lips onto his, cutting him off. When she let go, JC turned his head away, feeling defeated.

Damn nurse.

"I'll go get that sorbet you asked for," the nurse said, suddenly becoming professional. JC noticed a doctor had stepped in the door a few seconds ago, completely missing the nurse's inappropriate behavior.

"Thanks," he said unhappily.

The doctor, unaware of what had happened, thanked the nurse as well, then checked on JC's vitals. "You look like you're doing a lot better, Mr. Chasez. You should be able to leave in another week."

"A what?!" JC exclaimed. He tried to sit up. "I'm sorry, that's too long. I have a tour to prepare for."

The doctor checked her clipboard. "I'm aware, JC, but unfortunately that's my orders. If I see improvement, it could be sooner."

"There's nothing wrong with me," JC begged. "I've just been dehydrated and stuff like that, I'll be alright---"

The doctor turned the papers so he could see them. "Just now your temperature came close to 99 degrees. That's too high for us to release you."

JC crumpled against his pillow. He wasn't about to explain why his temp was so high. The doctor smiled as the nurse came back with his dessert and Sprite.

"Thank you, miss Priscilla. JC, try to eat a little more, and drink some water and take the meds we give you. I'll see if I can get you out of here in three days."

JC opened the Sprite and took a long sip. "Thanks," he replied as they both left the room.