title: extract
author: annie oates
fandom: *nsync rpf
pairing: None, really.
rating: PG
archive: ask.
disclaimers: not real. not mine. deny everything.
warnings: rpf, gen
summery: j.c. knows all scents but his own.
feedback: always welcome.



Joe was gingerbread. Warm and yellow, gingham curtains. Chamomile tea and buttercups held under a child's chin.

Lance was hundred-year old Scotch. Aged in oak barrels, the color of loam and peat. Spanish moss hanging from willow trees. Old Bay spice. Red and brown on pink shrimp.

Justin was sharp. Cigarette smoke, but sweet - and spicy. Cinnamon Altoids.

Chris. He smelled like dried blood on a day-old cut. Split lips and split knuckles. Paprika sprinkled like rust around the edges.

JC breathes again, searching for his scent.

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