Hot date


“Justin, you are aware of the fact that it’s 2:00 in the afternoon and you’re still in bed, right?” JC asked, poking his head into Justin’s bedroom.

“Mrfmfm…” Justin mumbled, burrowing himself deeper into the covers.

“Up late partying, Timberlake?” JC chuckled.

“Computer.”

“What?”

“I was on the computer,” Justin grumbled, rolling over on his back and rubbing at his eyes. “Is there some reason you’re at my house, JC? Because I planned on spending the whole day in bed, and you’re not making it very easy.”

“I was coming to see if you wanted to work on that new song, but since you’re obviously not very energetic today, we can do it some other time. Now what’s this about being on the computer? You gettin’ digital with someone?” JC laughed, tossing a stray pillow at Justin’s head.

Justin scoffed, rolling back onto his stomach. “No. I got a new game,” he mumbled into the pillow. "Now go away. I’ll call you when I’m alive.”

JC laughed again, shaking his head at Justin’s dozing form. “Whatever, J. See you later.”

He jogged down the steps, still laughing when he got to the living room. He reached for his keys when a red box by Justin’s computer caught his eye.

Hmmm…he thought, veering towards the computer. Must be some game to keep Justin up all night.

He picked up the box and grinned. “Hot Date, huh? Brit must not be putting out,” he said aloud, tossing the box aside as he sat down at Justin’s computer. He was curious as to what this game was about, and Justin was sound asleep upstairs. He’d never know.

A click of the mouse brought up the game, and JC frowned in confusion. He let the arrow wander around the screen, his curiosity raising when it hovered over a house on the screen.

Timberlake Household. JC and Justin Timberlake. Net Worth: $1,520,000.00.

JC scratched his head absent-mindedly before clicking on the house.

“What the…” His eyes widened as he zoomed in on the scene inside the house. Two familiar looking characters, apparently called “Sims”, were sitting in a heart shaped hot tub. JC zoomed in on the screen and clicked on one of the characters. The blond one.

The one named Justin.

His eyes wandered to the other Sim…the brunette. “Nah, no way,” he mumbled before clicking.

JC Timberlake.

“What the…”

As strange as it was, it was also very intriguing, and JC couldn’t help but see what he could make happen. He let the arrow hover over “Justin” before clicking, waiting anxiously to see what would happen, eyes widening at the choices he was given.

Kiss, Cuddle, Wash, Play.

“Ok…” he said, taking a deep breath before clicking on Cuddle.

“JC” slid closer to “Justin”, an arm draping around his shoulder, pulling him close. “Justin’s” back was against “JC’s” chest, and the two nuzzled noses before letting out a contented sigh.

JC felt himself blushing and looking around the room, making sure Justin wasn’t watching.

“No harm in seeing what this will do…” he whispered to himself, clicking on Kiss.

The words holy shit whooshed from his mouth when he looked at the screen and heard the moans drifting from the speakers. This was what Justin was up all night doing?

“Might as well take it all the way.” Play.

And when “Justin” and “JC” disappeared under the water, JC closed his eyes and fought off thoughts of the whole thing being real.

He felt dizzy, lightheaded, and he turned off the computer before he could see any more.

He leaned back in the chair and sighed. “Justin wants me.” A slow grin spread across his face and he nodded to himself. “Justin wants me.”




“Timberlake here.”

JC laughed and leaned back on his sofa, hand resting on his bare stomach. “Is that the way you always answer the phone?”

Justin blushed. “No,” he said softly. He knew JC had seen the game. He knew JC had played the game. And now JC was calling him, and no matter what JC said, Justin was going to blush.

It wasn’t like Justin expected anything to happen between him and JC. Ever. It was just a fantasy, and he knew that. So what if he played it out on some silly game? It was all in good fun.

But now JC knew…and now Justin couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

“Jus? You there?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m here. What’ s up, C?”

“Nothing,” he sighed, hand dancing idly across the muscles of his stomach. “Just wondering what you’re doing tonight.”

“Um…” Justin suddenly realized that his palms were sweating and his heart was beating in his throat. “Nothing…why?” So you can ridicule me about my feelings for you? So you can laugh and tell me that it will never happen?

“Wanna come over? I got some movies, thought we could just kick back for the night.”

Justin’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as he twirled the phone cord in his fingers. “Sure, Jace…when?”

“Now’s fine. I’m just layin’ on the couch, so I’ll be here.”

Justin swore he heard a soft moan drift through the phone, and had he been able to see JC, he would have known he was right, because at that moment, JC’s hand was quite busy.

“Ok…see you in a few.” He hung up the phone and frowned. “What the hell could this be about?”




He knocked on JC’s door, chewing nervously on his bottom lip as he shifted his weight from his left foot to his right and back to his left again.

His breath caught in his throat when JC opened the door, wearing nothing but a grin and a pair of tight black boxer briefs that left nearly nothing to the imagination.

“Hey, Jup! Come on in,” he said, stepping aside to give Justin room.

“JC…um…why aren’t you dressed?”

JC grinned slyly at Justin, and Justin swore the older man winked at him. “I got a new toy today.”

Justin frowned, arms crossed over his chest. “You got a new toy and that’s why you’re not dressed?”

“Yep. Come on,” he said, grabbing Justin’s hand and pulling him towards the patio.

“JC, what’s going—“ his words drifted off when he saw what JC was talking about.

Next to JC’s pool was JC’s new toy.

JC’s new hot tub.

Justin swallowed hard and tried to slow down his own heartbeat, but it was hard with JC leering at him. “Like it?”

Justin nodded slowly, unsure of what to say.

“Wanna get in?”

Another slow nod, and JC was on him, tugging his shirt over his head, ridding him of his pants so he too stood in nothing but boxers.

Minus the grin, because he’d never been this nervous in his entire life.

And when he turned to look at JC, who was already next to the hot tub, he thought his knees were going to give out.

Because JC was stepping out of his boxer briefs.

And now JC was naked in the hot tub. And grinning at Justin.

“Come on, Justin, it’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before. Come on, the water’s great,” he said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

I am not taking these boxers off, Justin thought. There’s no way I’m letting him see how hard I am right now.

“You coming or what?”

God, if you only knew.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” he said, walking slowly towards JC. Naked JC. In the hot tub.

He slid one leg, then the other into the steaming water, sighing when his entire body was finally surrounded.

JC looked over at Justin and almost laughed at the distance the younger man had placed between them. It looked as if he was trying to become part of the hot tub.

“Justin, why are you so tense?” JC asked, his voice low.

“What? I’m…I’m not. Why would you say that?” Justin asked, looking everywhere but JC’s face.

“Well number one, you’re sitting so far away from me I can barely hear you, and number two, the muscles in your shoulders are all bunched up.”

“Um…yeah, I guess I must have slept funny or something,” Justin said, still avoiding JC’s eyes.

He gasped when he felt JC’s hand on his shoulder, and when the hell did JC get so close anyway?

“Here, let me rub them for you,” he said softly, his breath fanning across Justin’s face. “Turn your back to me.”

“Um, Josh, you don’t have to—“

“It’s ok, Just. I want to.” He pulled Justin backwards so Justin’s back was on his chest. “I really, really want to.” He slid his hands up Justin’s arms, rubbing at the tight muscles in Justin’s shoulders before letting his hands travel down Justin’s sides, wrapping around to caress his chest.

“Josh…”

“Shh, Justin,” JC whispered, nipping at the soft skin on Justin’s neck. “I want to.”

JC’s hands roamed down Justin’s body, his fingers dancing just above the waistband of Justin’s boxers.

He slid his thumbs underneath the thin material and pushed it down over Justin’s erection, his thumbs barely touching the hot skin. Justin moaned and closed his eyes, finding it hard to believe that this was actually happening.

He kicked his boxers free and leaned into JC, his head resting on JC’s shoulder as JC’s lips attacked his neck, his ear, his shoulder.

“Turn around, Justin,” JC mumbled into Justin’s neck, his hands resting on Justin’s hips.

Justin obeyed, hissing when JC pulled him onto his lap, their erections meeting beneath the hot water. “Jesus, Josh…” He said no more as JC’s lips covered his, their tongues battling for control. Justin lost himself in the kiss, brought back only by the feeling of JC’s fingers pressing at his entrance. His eyes snapped open, met by dark blue eyes that mirrored his own.

“Do you want me to stop?” Josh whispered against Justin’s lips, fingers pressing forward.

“No,” Justin breathed, closing his eyes again, pressing himself onto JC’s hand. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter when the first finger slid inside, a momentary flash of pain that was quickly replaced by waves of pleasure when JC’s finger found it’s target.

“You ok?” JC asked, lips pressed to Justin’s collar bone.

A moan from Justin’s mouth was all the encouragement JC needed, and he slid another finger inside.

Justin felt JC’s cock throbbing against his thigh and let his hand travel down JC’s body. When he reached his destination, JC thrust into Justin’s hand, throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Justin…” he whimpered, claiming Justin’s lips with his own, increasing the movement of his fingers as Justin pumped his cock faster. “Justin, stop…”

Justin ignored JC’s voice, instead kissing him again, sliding his tongue along JC’s lower lip.

“Justin, stop!” JC insisted, placing his hand over Justin’s, halting his strokes.

Justin frowned, panic gripping his heart. He’s gonna say this is a mistake…that he’s disgusted by the fact that I want him…Tears filled his eyes and he looked away from JC, pulling his body off of JC’s lap.

“Justin, where are you going?” JC asked, grabbing Justin by the wrist.

“I’m going home,” Justin sniffed, trying to hide his tears from JC. “This was a mistake, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come.”

“Justin, no! Wait, you don’t understand,” JC said, pulling Justin back on to his lap. He leaned his forehead against Justin and rubbed their noses together, placing a soft kiss on Justin’s lips. “I want you to stay, Justin.”

“Then why did you stop me?” Justin whispered, voice cracking.

JC laughed, the palm of his hand covering Justin’s cock. “Because, Justin. I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to save it for when…” He trailed off, and Justin grinned at the blush that crept across JC’s cheeks.

“For when what, Josh?” he whispered, wriggling his ass against JC’s leg.

JC leaned forward, his mouth next to Justin’s ear, and whispered, “For when I make love to you.”

“And when is that going to be?” Justin breathed, lifting his hips just a little.

JC pressed his lips to Justin’s tenderly before grasping his own cock and placing it at Justin’s entrance.

“Now.”

Justin nearly screamed when JC slid inside him, and he did scream when JC’s hand wrapped around his cock. “Josh…god…”

They found a steady rhythm, and soon they were both panting, mumbling “I love yous” and “oh fuck yeahs”.

JC felt Justin’s body tense, then relax as Justin came hard in JC’s hand, breathing JC’s name.

JC came not long after, holding Justin tightly, bathing his face in kisses.

They sat like that, holding one another, for what seemed like forever, sweat mixing with the hot water around them. Slowly, Justin pulled himself off of JC’s body, planting a kiss on JC’s damp forehead. “Amazing,” he whispered as he sat on the edge of the hot tub.

“Justin?” JC said, positioning himself between Justin’s legs, leaning his head back onto Justin’s thigh.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t want you to play that game anymore.”

“Um…what game, JC?”

JC giggled, standing up to face Justin. “Don’t play dumb with me, Timberlake. You know what game I’m talking about.”

Justin’s cheeks flushed red, and he looked up at JC sheepishly. “You think I’m a weirdo.”

“Yeah.”

Justin’s eyes widened, then closed when JC leaned forward and kissed his lips. “But you’re my weirdo. And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Hey Justin?”

“Yeah?”

“When’s our next hot date?”

Justin laughed and pushed JC into the water, jumping in after him and wrapping his arms around JC’s waist.

“Whaddya say we just cuddle for now?”



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