Part 4


"Timberlake!" Justin turned around and tried to focus his eyes on whoever it was that was calling his name. He grinned when he saw Joe standing in front of him.

“Joe!”

“What’s up man? You havin’ a good time?”

“Hell yeah, man!” He looked at the empty cup in his hand and laughed. “Time for another!” Justin wandered off towards the keg.

“All right, see ya later then, Timberlake! Enjoy yourself!” Joey called after him.

When he reached the keg, he filled his cup up to the top and took a sip. He let his eyes wander around the room. “Where the hell did Josh get off to?” he mumbled, then laughed to himself. I’d like to get Josh off, that’s for damn sure.

He frowned when his eyes landed on a thin blonde girl hanging all over Josh. He could hear her giggling over the loud music, and he felt sick to his stomach when she pressed Josh up against a wall and started kissing him.

He downed his beer, then proceeded to fill it up again and drink it down as fast as he could.

A few minutes later, the room was spinning, and he heard Josh calling his name.

“Justin!”

He rubbed his eyes.

“Justin!!”

“Huh?”

“You ok, man? Had a little too much to drink I see,” he laughed, grabbing on to Justin’s arm to keep him on his feet. Justin focused his eyes again, and he noticed that he and Josh were not alone. The blonde girl was still attached to Josh’s hip. Justin frowned and looked away.

“I’m fine.”

“Justin, this is Britney,” Josh grinned, nodding at the blonde that Justin disliked already.

“Hi!” she gushed, grabbing Justin’s hand. “Nice to meet you!”

Justin forced a smile and looked away, suddenly feeling very dizzy and very sick to his stomach. Josh must have noticed this, because right away he pulled Justin to his side. “Maybe we should get you home, NBA.”

Justin nodded weakly. “Yeah…good idea…” He leaned into Josh and let himself be lead away.

“Brit, I’ll call you later, ok?”

Britney smiled and looked at Justin sympathetically. “I hope you’re ok, Justin. It was nice meeting you.”

Damn it, he thought. It’s gonna be hard to hate her if she’s nice to me. He gave her a small wave and closed his eyes, leaning against Josh’s body for support.

“Josh?” he mumbled into Josh’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Justin?”

“I’m sorry.”

Josh frowned. “For what?”

“For dragging you away from Britney. You could have gotten laid tonight and I ruined it for you.”

Josh laughed and pulled Justin closer. “Justin, I was not  going to get laid tonight.”

"Yeah you were! She was all over you!”

Josh laughed again and shook his head, and Justin shivered when Josh’s hair brushed against his forehead. “Britney is my best friend, Justin. Nothing more.”

“But you guys were—“

“Yeah, we were kissing. We kiss sometimes. She’s a good kisser. But it’s nothing more than that. I’m not her type, anyway.”

“Not her type?”

“She likes blondes.”




“Justin, get your key out.”

“Mrmffmmrm…” Justin mumbled into Josh’s shoulder.

“What?”

“Mrrmmpckt…”

“It’s in your pocket?”

Justin nodded.

“So get it.”

”Can’t move.”

Josh laughed. “Remind me to keep an eye on you next time I take you to a party.”

Justin froze when he felt Josh’s hand slip into his pocket, squeezing his eyes shut when Josh’s hand stated fishing around for his key.

“Found it!” he smiled triumphantly, holding the key out in front of him. “Now let’s get you to bed.” He unlocked Justin’s door and pushed it open. “Let’s go, NBA, I can’t carry you.”

“Why not?” Justin pouted, shoulders slumping.

Josh sighed. “Fine, Justin. I’ll carry you. But you owe me big time.” Justin giggled and Josh swung him up into his arms, and he leaned his head against Josh’s shoulder.

“My hero.”

Josh laughed and tossed Justin onto the bed. “You need some water or anything, Justin?”

Justin shook his head and curled into a ball, pulling the covers over his head. Josh smiled at the lump of covers. “Night, NBA.”

“Mrmrmf…” Justin mumbled.

“Same to you.” Josh laughed before flipping off the light. “See you tomorrow.”

Justin heard the door click shut and sighed, rolling over onto his back.

“Josh?” he whispered into the darkness. “Are you still here?”

No response. Justin tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, then fumbled with the button of his jeans. When he finally got it open, he kicked off his pants and boxers and closed his eyes, one hand resting on his stomach.

His mind wandered to Josh, how good it felt to be pressed against his body. A slow smile spread across his face and his hand dipped lower, thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock.

He moaned softly before fisting his erection in his hand. He imagined it being Josh’s hand, imagined Josh above him, touching him, kissing him, making love to him.

He whispered Josh’s name when he came, then rolled onto his stomach and fell into a deep sleep.



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