For elowena: "Okay, so, Timbertrick, either school or historical, whichever period you feel drawn to/know about." (She got the college AU.)

Justin got used to letting himself into Lance and JC's dorm room 'round about Thanksgiving or so, after one time too many of someone having to find pants in order to open the door and let him in. He was pretty sure that he had chosen to go to college, not a nudist colony, but with Lance and JC's gang there wasn't always a lot of difference.

He showed up a week before winter break to find that the pins in the finder outside their door proclaimed that JC was "stalking down professors of foreign languages and threatening them with spoons" and Lance was "hiding in the library again". Justin was going to just let himself in and wait for someone to show up and go to dinner with him, but when he opened the door -- JC and Lance, like nearly everyone else on campus, never bothered locking the door, since the buildings themselves were key-card access -- a sleepy lump shifted in the bed and poked a rumpled head up over the covers to stare at him.

"Oh," Justin said. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone was around."

"S'okay," Chris said, and sat up. He wasn't wearing anything other than the pair of nipple clamps that he usually wore as a necklace, but Justin was almost getting used to it. He coughed a few times, yawned, and stretched. Justin tried to avoid staring. He'd been fascinated by Chris since the moment he'd first met the guy, but Chris was older and cooler and a grad student and really really fucking hot and the last thing he needed was a freshman crushing on him. "I'm skipping seminar today anyway. I'm done with half my papers, thought I'd come over and talk Chasez into blowing off his thesis for the rest of the day, but he's nowhere to be found."

"His finder says that he's stalking language profs." Justin shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Which you, yeah, probably already know."

"Eh, his finder's the most useless one I've ever seen. I mean, Bass at least usually includes a physical location. JC's contains such spots as 'folded and unfolded and unfolding'. Which is very pretty, but totally useless for actual locating purposes. Got here, figured they'd show up sooner or later, succumbed to the lure of the bed." Which was totally understandable, really, since JC and Lance had dismantled the college-issue twin beds, moved them down to storage, and replaced them with a queen-size futon, reasoning that they were sleeping together anyway, they might as well be comfortable while doing it. Chris yawned again. "You looking for either one of them for any real reason?"

"Not really," Justin said. "I'll just come back later --"

"Stop," Chris said, as Justin turned around, and Justin did. "Drop the bookbag." Justin did. "Good. Now shut the door."

Feeling a little awkward -- okay, more than a little awkward -- Justin did. Chris nodded. "Now get over here."

"Huh?"

"I'm going back to sleep," Chris said. "C'mere and be my body pillow."

Justin thought as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and climbed into bed with Chris that he really was glad that he'd hooked up with the right people his first week on campus.

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