“This is a stupid class.” “Do your homework Justin.” “It’s a stupid class.” “Then do the stupid homework.” “I don’t understand it.” “How can you not understand it? It’s music. You are music on legs.” “I thought I was cuteness on legs.” “So you’re cute music on legs. Do your homework.” “I wanna play.” “You can’t.” “Lance gets to play.” “Lance didn’t wait until the last minute to do his homework.” “Josh.” “Justin.” “I don’t understand it and I’m not gonna do it dammit.” “You are gonna do it and you say dammit or any other cuss word again and I’m gonna wash your mouth out with soap.” “Help me.” “Justin...” “Please.” JC sighed, setting his book down on the table. “Wouldn’t it be a lot easier to do your homework at the desk? I bet you’d learn more.” Justin’s eyebrows drew together, his lips pulling to a frown. “I don’t like the desk. It’s uncomfortable. Makes my butt fall asleep.” Justin shifted, wiggling his butt and shooting a grin at JC. “And lord knows we wouldn’t want that.” Justin turned to flop on his stomach. “Come on Josh. Wiggle your butt. It’s fun.” “Less butt wiggling and more homework doing.” “You’re not fun.” “Don’t I know it. Slide over.” JC sat cross-legged on the bed, pulling on the back of Justin’s shirt until they were sitting side by side. “Okay, so what are you having problems with?” “The three tiers of metric rhythm.” “You mean to tell me you’ve been screwing off for the last hour and you only have one question left. And it’s an easy ass question.” “I haven’t been screwing off and it isn’t an easy ass question. It’s hard.” “You’re pushing it Justin. Quit cussing.” “You said it.” “You’re not me. “I can cuss if I wanna.” “Yeah, if you wanna get your ass beat.” “Oh spank me Josh.” “You’re horrible.” “I take after you.” “Right. Now homework. What are the three tiers?” Justin huffed, throwing his upper body over JC’s lap. “I suck. I’m never gonna get it and I won’t graduate high school and I’m gonna end up cleaning your tour bus when the rest of you are big and famous.” “Dramatic much.” “Let’s have sex.” “No.” “Why not?” “You’re jailbait and I’m not gay.” “But I’m cuteness on legs. Everyone wants a piece of me.” “Stop it Timberlake.” “I’m in a funk. I can’t learn anymore. Wanna know why? I’ll tell ya why. My brain is full. I need some dick Josh. That’s the only cure.” “You’ve never had any dick before Justin.” “I know. Fifteen years of pent-up sexual frustration.” “Oh you mean that wasn’t you screamin while you were masturbating in the shower last night.” Justin blushed up to the tips of his ears and slid up to sit in JC’s lap. “It’s not the same. I need some dick. I’m never gonna get it and I’m gonna be a virgin for the rest of my life. A stupid virgin cause my brain is full cause I didn’t get any dick. I want some Josh.” “Finish your homework and I’ll buy you a dildo.” “Really?” “Yea.” “Will you show me how to use it?” “I think you can figure it out Just. There aren’t too many hole to put it in. You’ll get it right eventually.” “Yeah, but it’d be a lot better if I didn’t have to bend myself up into funky positions and actually work at getting myself off.” “Get a perfect on your next exam and I’ll use it on you.” “Really?” “Really. Now do your homework.” Justin leaned up to give JC a quick peck and bounced off the bed. “Where are you going?” “To sit at the desk. I gotta study.” JC shook his head, moving back to his book. Justin Timberlake never got a perfect on tests. Ever. One week later. “Where’s the fire kid?” “Where’s JC?” “In his room.” Chris barely got the words out before Justin was flying down the hallway and slamming JC’s door shut. “Umm..Justin,” JC spoke hesitantly, “What’s going on?” Justin roughly shoved a piece of paper at him while stripping out of his shirt and pants. JC tore his eyes from Justin to look at the paper. And there it was. Written in red, Chuck’s messy scrawl across the top of the page. ‘Great Job Justin. 50/50' JC looked back up to see Justin smiling naked in the middle of his room, dildo in hand.
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