The four men of Nsync sat around the kitchen table as a scantily clad Justin Timberlake moved back and forth, from the garage through the kitchen into the den. “What exactly is he doing Jace?” Lance asked, eyes trained on Justin’s sculpted frame. “He’s building me a new computer desk.” Joey looked up from his plate to stare at JC. “Why is he building a new one? Didn’t you just pay a shit-load of money for the one you already have?” “I did just spend a shit-load of money for my new one, but Justin likes to build things. It makes him happy so I don’t say no. Simple as that.” Chris snorted, “Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason you’re letting him tear up your house. Cause it makes him happy, right. I’m positive that it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s walking around here bare-chested and sweaty. A tool belt wrapped around his waist and his jeans hanging lethally low on his hips. But that’s not the reason. It’s cause it makes him happy. Right.” “Hey,” JC looked at Chris, a slightly offended look on his face. “It is cause it makes him happy. All that other stuff is just an added bonus.” JC smiled and Chris, Joey, and Lance laughed. “Shitty hell, fucking son of a monkey bitch, goddamn whore.” JC was already up from the table and running to the den as Justin’s voice carried through the house. He reached the den and carefully leaned against the doorframe, a smile on his face that reached his eyes. Justin stood panting heavily, sweat dripping off his body as he occasionally kicked at the wood piled on the floor. “You okay Just?” Justin spun around coming face to face with an amused JC. “Damn piece of shit. It broke.” JC’s gaze moved past Justin to the desk.” “What exactly broke hun? It looks alright to me.” Justin grabbed JC’s hand, pulling him into the room and kicking the door shut with his foot. JC let Justin pull him over to the desk. “See, I got the frame up. These three pieces are attached to the top piece of wood and it’s fairly sturdy but I was making a hutch. For all your notebooks and stuff. Anyway I sat it up here and went to get some screws and it fell apart.” “A hutch?” Justin blushed slightly and nodded. “You are too adorable.” Justin’s blush deepened as he turned his back to JC. The older man took the opportunity, sidling up behind Justin’s body. JC wrapped his arms around Justin’s waist and placed soft kisses on his neck. “What do you say we find out how sturdy this desk really is?” Justin did a full body shiver as he felt his tool-belt fall to the floor. His pants and boxers following soon after. JC groaned, pushing Justin’s upper body flush against the desk top, he removed his own jeans. His hands smoothed across Justin’s back as he mouthed the younger man’s shoulder blades. JC’s tongue traced a path down Justin’s spine, lapping at the sweat gathered at the small of Justin’s back. “You taste good baby.” “Taste me.” JC smirked, lowering himself to his knees. “You want me to taste you baby?” “God yes. Please.” JC’s hands kneaded the strong flesh of Justin’s ass, biting lightly at one rounded cheek. “You want me to taste you here?” Justin flew forward, nearly going over the desk when he felt JC’s tongue invade his tight hole. “Jesus Josh.” JC licked furiously before placing one soft kiss on the small pucker. He stood up, reaching around Justin to gather the pre-cum accumulated on Justin’s cock. Quickly, he mixed Justin’s pre-cum with his own, spreading it evenly over his cock. JC pushed two fingers into Justin’s tight heat, curling them at just the right angle. Justin pushed back, his moans loud and frustrated. “Please Josh. In me.” JC didn’t need further encouragement as he replaced his fingers with his straining erection pausing momentarily to let Justin adjust to the invasion. Justin moved his hips slightly and JC began to move in and out of him. Pounding in a relentless rhythm, at an unyielding pace. “Jesus Josh. Fuck.” “Damn baby. Always so fucking tight.” Justin’s nails scrabbled against the unfinished wood desk. JC thrusting into him forcefully. JC shifted, his thrusts entering at a different angle and slapped Justin’s ass. That was all it took to push Justin to release, his ass clamping down on JC’s erection. He heard JC come, felt him collapsing against his own heaving body. Minutes later JC pulled out of his boyfriend, removing his own shirt to wipe them clean. “Looks like the desk is sturdy enough.” JC chuckled at Justin and finished redressing. Ten minutes later JC returned to the kitchen table where his friends sat. “Is Justin okay?” “He’s fine Lance.” As JC answered Justin flew into the kitchen, grabbing his truck keys off the counter, giving JC a small kiss and running out of the house. “Where’s he going?” JC couldn’t help the smile on his face as he answered Joey’s question. “He’s going to buy some more supplies. I have a feeling he’s going to be building a lot more from now on. I think he got inspired.” JC stifled a laugh at the confused looks on his friends’ faces.
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