rhardin (rhardin) wrote in johnmayerslash,
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johnmayerslash

Title: Country Star
Chapter Title: chapter 14
Characters: James, John
Genres: AU
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Slash fic
Summary: They all get ready to head to the face track. John's fears start to show up again.



“John, come on wake up,” James said, shaking him.

“No, I don’t want to,” John said, pulling the pillow over his face.

James sat back. He looked at the clock. It glared at him in bright red numbers. He turned it away and stood up. He went into the bathroom and picked up his meter. He wiped the sweat from his head and sat down. He picked his finger and added a small drop of blood onto the strip. He closed his eyes and waited for the machine to beep. He opened it and looked down.

“25,” it read. He closed his eyes once again and reached for his bag.

“What’s wrong?” John asked, making his way into the bathroom.

“I need to get my levels up, fast,” James said, removing a needle. John looked at it.

“You should….”

“After the race,” James said, cutting him off. His hands shook as he took the cap of. He sat it down and wiped his face again.

“I can do that,” John said. “I’ve watched Justin do it a million times.” He placed his arms around James shoulder. He rested his head on him. James reached up a shaky and took John’s.

“How much do you need?” John asked, picking up the syringe.

“All of it,” James said, closing his eyes. “Just get the fatty part of my arm.”

John nodded and took a hold of James’s arm. He pinched the skin together and pulled down just a bit. He pushed the needle into his arm. James bit his bottom lip as John pushed the mix into his arm.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” John said.

James focused a weak smile and covered his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Justin asked.

“I gave him his shot,” John said, sounding very proud.

“You aren’t going to pass out while we are there, are you?” Justin asked, setting some clothes down.

“No, I’ll be fine,” James said, standing up.

“Good, ‘cause today is when you will earn your money,” Justin said, walking out. John walked over to the pile of clothes. He missed seeing a button down shirt with the Home Depot logo on it.

“That’s the guy I like,” John said removing his t-shirt and shorts. He walked over to the shower and turned it on. James glanced at the pile of clothes on the floor. He noticed a black t-shirt folded up as well. He picked it up. He shook his head and stood up. He leaned on the dresser.

“Sir, is there anything I should put in the limo for you?”

James turned, seeing Smith. “Long time no see,” he said.

“Well, I took some time off,” Smith said, walking towards the younger man. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah. Mornings are harder,” James said.

“So, what should I put in the limo fridge for you, sir?”

“Orange juice, a few candy bars, maybe a couple of sandwiches,” James said, pulling his shirt off.

“Very well, sir,” Smith said, walking away.

“So, do you get to see the race?” James asked.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Smith said. “So, will you be able to get him to sing?”

“I don’t have a choice. He’ll put him back on that shot he gives him. He’s just starting to be normal,” James said. “I’m not going to let that happen again.”

“Is he having a hard time going with out that shot?”

“He hands are shaking more and he’s still very hot,” James said. “But, other than that, he’s doing good.”

“Well, the shot is the least of your worries. It’s the other pills that are going to be hard to get him off of.”

James nodded and walked towards the bathroom.

“I hope you can save him,” Smith said, walking out.

“Me, too,” James said. He entered the bathroom. John was already in the shower, singing the National Anthem. James stopped and listened. Once John was done, he opened the shower door.

“That was pretty good, for a country singer,” James said, sliding his shorts off. He stepped into the water and pulled John close.

“Oh, yeah?” John said, placing his head on James’s shoulder. “You’ll be where I can see you?”

“Yeah, just like we practiced,” James said. “Are you ready?”

“No, I don’t want to do this,” John said, looking away.

“I know, but you don’t want that shot again, do you?” James asked, lifting his head up.

John shook his head and closed is eyes. “I know what day it is and what time it is,” he said, reaching for the shampoo.

“Yeah, it’s too fucking early, if you ask me,” James said, kissing John’s neck. He ran his hands down John’s chest and placed them on his hips. John let the shampoo go.

“Just don’t think about it. Just sing to me,” James said, taking him in his hand.

“If you did that on stage, it would help,” John said as James’s hand slid up and down his shift.

“As fun at that would be,” James said taking his balls in this other hand, “There will be children at the race.”

John tried to say something, but the words were lost. He leaned back as James’s hand sped up. He slid it up and down. His fingers tightened as he went over the tip.

“Shit,” John said.

James smiled and lowered himself down. John grabbed him and pulled him up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Kiss me,” John said.

James smiled and leaned in. Their lips came together as John wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer. He put his hand on the back of James’s head trying, to pull him even closer.

John pulled away and looked at James. “Thank you,” he said.

“For what?” James asked, his hand still moving up and down John’s cock, much slower now. John gasped a bit as his hand slide over the tip once again.

“This,” John said, placing his hand on James’s chest. He looked up and smiled.

“Anytime,” James said. John groaned and bit his bottom lip. James cupped his hand over the tip of his cock as John’s juices filled his hand.

“Oh, God,” John said as James lifted his hand to his mouth. He licked his fingers clean.

“Will that help your levels?” John asked, stepping under the water.

“It might,” James said, pulling him close.

“Well, let’s get this show on the road,” John said, again getting the shampoo. He filled his hand with it, then ran it through his hair. James took the bottle and did the same. They finished their shower and James turned the water off. He reached for a towel and ran it over John’s chest and arms. He slid it up and down his legs. He turned him around and ran it over his back, butt, and legs. He had him face him again, and lowered it down to John penis. He took it in his hand with the towel and dried it off.

“My turn,” John said, taking the towel. He ran the towel over his body and stopped, coming to James‘s penis. He was half hard.

“Hmm, you might need someone to help you with that,” John said, taking him in his hands.

James leaned back a bit and closed his eyes. He balled his fists as John’s hand moved up and down him. He stopped at the tip and ran his thumb over it a few times.

“God,” James said, leaning back. He placed his hand on his head as his lover’s hand worked even faster, One hand sliding up and down his length of his cock, the other, still working the tip.

“Oh, shit!” James said, licking his lips. He took a hold of his hair. John’s hands spend up even more now.

“Oh, God!” James said as his body tighten up. He let out a slow breath as his orgasm overcame him and his hot juices ran out all over John’s hands. John stopped his hand and raised it up to his mouth. He licked his hand clean. They both stepped out of the shower and John wrapped the towel around James. He leaned his head on his shoulder and kissed his ear. James looked up at him.

“I love you,” he said, touching John’s face.

“I love you, too,” John said, kissing him.

“That is just so sweet… in a very fucked up way. I will never understand you,” Justin said. They both turned to face him

“What the fuck do you want?” James snapped, pulling the towel closer to him.

“Just we need to leave in half an hour, so you better be ready,” Justin said. He walked over to John and held out a small cup of pills. John took the cup and swallowed them down.

“That’s my boy,” Justin said, patting him on the back.

“So, James, you going to keep up with your end of the deal?” Justin asked.

“No, John is. He’s going to be fine,” James said, looking over at John.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” John repeated. He picked up his underwear and slid them on. Justin took a step back.

“Have you been feeding him?” He asked.

“No, sir,” James said. “I would never break the rules.”

Justin put his hand on his chin and looked John up and down. “John you are putting on some weight.”

John picked up his jeans and put them on. “I feel good,” he said.

“Well, I’m going to have to watch you more carefully,” Justin said, walking out. John picked up his shirt and put it on. James walked over and pulled the shirt out.

“Don’t worry about that. I won’t let you go hungry,” he whispered, in his ear.

“I feel better with something in my stomach,” John said, watching James do up his buttons.

“Like I said, don’t worry about it,” James said, lifting his chin up. “You look like a real NASCAR cowboy.”

“Wait….” Johns pulling away. He walked out of the bathroom. James walked to the counter and picked up his watch. He turned it on and set it. He placed it on his arm and waited. It beeped a few times and then flashed a number at him. 79.

“Not too bad,” he said, walking into the bedroom. He smiled at John who was now wearing his boots and hat.

“I have a extra hat,” John said.

“Oh, no, that’s your style, not mine,” James said, picking up the shirt Justin had set out for him. “I hope he knows I’m not going to make a habit of wearing the shit he lays out for me.”

John sat down on the bed and covered his face. He let out a long breath. “I can’t do this,” he said.

“Yes, you can. One step at a time,” James said, walking over to him. “First, let’s go eat breakfast,” he said, pulling him up. He picked up his bag.

“Sounds good,” John said as they walked into the kitchen.

“What’s on the menu?” James asked, looking at one of the girls in there. “Rhonda, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. We are having breakfast burritos,” she said.

“Oh, one of my favorites,” John said, sitting down. Rhonda sat a plate with one burrito in front of John. John picked up his fork and cut it open.

“John, anything with the word ‘burrito’ is your fave,” James said, putting two on his plate. He sat down and placed another one on John’s plate.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry. Justin said just one for John. He said he’s getting fat,” she said, close to James.

“And I said I don’t give a shit. He needs a full stomach to pull this off,” he said.

John looked up and smiled. “Do you think I can get a picture of the 20 car?”

“John, we are going to be in the pits with the 20 car,” James said, and John shoved more food into his mouth.

John’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding me?” He said, after a bit.

“Slow down. Rhonda get us some coffee, and, no, I’m not kidding you.”

“Oh, wow,” John said, his mouth still full of food. Rhonda sat two cups of coffee in front of them.

“The limo is stocked and ready,” Smith said, walking in.

“You’re the bomb,” James said as the older man sat down.

“If you say so, sir,” Smith said, smiling as James put another one on John’s plate. He got up and got him other one. He walked over to the fridge and removed a few containers of orange juice. He removed a bracelet and put in on his arm.

“What’s that?” John asked.

“A medical alert band,” James said. “It says I’m a diabetic. It will let me bring juice into the track,” he said.

“Are you going to be ok?” John asked.

“I will be fine. Just as long as I have this bag with me,” he said. He put the juice in his bag. He
grabbed a few breakfast bars and closed the bag.

“You guys ready?” Justin asked, walking into the room. “Did you like your burrito?”

“Yeah,” John said, finishing his last bite. He took a drink of his coffee and stood up. James put the bag over his shoulder. Amy walked into the room, also wearing a 20 shirt.

“Next time, we are doing a night race,” Justin said as they walked out to the limo.

“That’s fine with me,” James said, opening the door.

“Stupid race, being so fucking early,” Justin said.

“Did you bring a camera?” John asked.

“I did. It’s in my bag,” James said.

“Well, aren’t you the smart one?” Justin said, closing his eyes.

James glanced over at John and took his hand.

“Thanks,” John said.

“Anytime,” James said as John rested his head on his shoulder.

Amy looked back at them and then turned around. She sighed and leaned back. “Please, God, let this work,” she said to herself.
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