Part 2


“Un…un…Yeah, baby.” Justin Timberlake panted as his lover rocked back and forth on top of him. The young man’s hands rested on slender hips guiding them as his lover’s strength dwindled.

“Yeah, hnn…hnn. Mmm. So…so good.”

“Yeah…mmmm, so tight JC.” Justin, however, became impatient with the slow and methodical pace JC was using. He wanted to cum now. The blond began encouraging JC to change his rhythm by using his own strength and slightly lifting the smaller frame above him and then forcing JC down hard on his cock.

“Jesus….” JC whimpered. The blond moved one of his hands onto JC’s reddened phallus and began stroking it. JC’s head bent back; body curved enjoying the feel of Justin’s actions. Small elegant hands rested on the younger man’s chest supporting JC’s new movements. The brunette started bouncing on top of Justin just as Justin began thrusting his pelvis up. Their combined effort doubled the sensation sending a lightening bolt of pleasure up JC’s spine. The brunette was almost there he could feel it moving quickly throughout his body. His body was stiff. The sensation was almost too much. He was near his release when…

Brrrrrriiiinnnnnggggg.

Justin stopped his movements for a moment trying to catch his bearings.

Brrrrriiiinnnnnggggg.

JC realized Justin had stopped when his pending orgasm had not taken place and his body was on fire. He needed his release. “Wha….what the fuck?” He continued moving his body on Justin’s cock, “Com…. Come on you… you cant’.”

“Shhh.” Justin rested his large hands on JC’s thighs stilling the older man. “Was that the phone,” he breathed heavily.

“I don’t…don’t know. Don’t fucking care.” Sweat ran down the side of his face and dripped off his chin. “I need…”

Brrrrriiiinnnnggggg.

Justin reached toward the nightstand and attempted to grab the phone but was stopped.

“Wha…what do…do you think you’re doing.”

“I’ve gotta answer it, JC. What if there was murder or something and they need me?”

“Justin, I need…need you.”

“Let me just see who it is and then…”

“Jesus…let the fucking answering machine get it.” JC tried moving his body against the restraints of Justin’s hands.

“Man… you really are horny aren’t you?” he slid his hands up and back until they rested on the fleshy mound and squeezed.

“Ummmm, you have no idea.”

Brrrrriiiinnnnggggg.

“We’ll let the answering machine pick it up.” Justin rolled the two over resting comfortably on top of and inside of his life partner. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, you were just about to have the orgasm of you life.”

JC laughed, “Every time we make love, I have the orgasm of my life.” As he finished his statement he felt Justin tuck his arms under his legs and roll him back. JC’s head tipped back and sideways into the feather plush pillow when the sensation of Justin’s movements inside him began.

Brrrrriiiinnnnggggg.

Click. You have reached the Timberlake Chasez residents. We’re unable to come to the phone right now, but if you would leave your name, number, and a brief message will get back to you. Thanks. Bye.

“Justin, if you’re there pick up,” a soft famine voice said. “It’s an emergency.” The woman on the phone paused waiting patiently for Justin to pick up the receiver. “Look, I know you just left here like two hours ago, but we’ve just got a call. Please, pick up.”

JC barely heard what was being said into the machine; that is until Justin stopped again. He could hear the lady's voice thick with concern and desperation. He knew then that Justin would answer the call. Justin was a sucker for damsels in distress.

Justin reached across the bed, turning his body from JC’s and grabbed the phone, whispering his apologizes to his lover. “Hello, Britney,” he answered tying his best to control his heavy breathing.

“Thank god. Where were you?”

“Let’s just say I was and still am busy, so you better make it quick,” the blond man said as he felt JC move underneath him. He still had one leg pinned up but the other was now resting beside him on the bed, teasing him. Justin wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone and continue making love with JC.

“Detective Fatone called. He’s looking for you. Evidently, there was a body dumped in the State Park. He’s waiting for you there. Joey says it shouldn’t be that hard of a profile, but he said he wanted the best so I called you. I know that’s who he meant anyway.”

Justin felt JC stir underneath him again. He looked down and noticed his lover’s eyes were closed, mouth partly opened. He bent down and stole a kiss while Britney continued talking. Finally, letting JC’s lips leave his own he answered the women. “Britney, just give me the locale and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He heard JC sigh, which caused his heart to wrench.

“Okay, let’s see here… yeah, that’s right I’ve already told you where the body was found,” she laughed. “What are you doing anyway that’s got you so distracted?” She heard a soft moan in the background and instantly knew. “Ah ha!” she exclaimed laughing even harder. “You’re getting some lovin’,” she said.

“Britney,” Justin sighed.

“You and JC are…right now. Ooooo, I wish I was there and not here, but hey just hearing your hot as hell boyfriend moan is good enough for me.” She paused, “You’re really making love?”

“Yes…” before the blond could finish what he was saying he felt JC's body stiffen and a warm substance splash against his stomach. Oh hell no, Justin thought. “Britney, tell Joey I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Yeah, I’ll tell him. Justin?”

“Yeah?”

“Sorry for interrupting.”

“Yeah,” Justin hung up the phone and moved completely over the top of JC. “Baby, I would’ve taken care of you. Why did you do that?”

JC looked away from Justin with shame written across his face. “I… I didn’t want to get in the way. Now you can leave and I won’t be holding you back,” JC panted.

“What! Baby, no. That’s ridiculous,” Justin answered in a soft caring voice. “You’re never in the way. If anything my damn job is in the way.”

“No. It’s okay. You can leave now. I’ll just go clean my mess up.” JC's vision was blurring.

“JC, I’m hard as a rock and still inside you. Are you gonna just leave me like this?” Justin teased hoping to ease JC’s mood.

“No,” JC answered as he moved himself from Justin, “I’m just gonna leave you hard.” JC crawled out of the bed and as quickly as his weary legs would take him went into the bathroom, slamming the door.

Justin watched as JC made his way into his safety zone. When the door slammed shut he jerked. “Great, just fucking great,” he huffed. He looked down at his enlarged phallus and sighed. He was about to wrap his hand around the shaft when the phone rang again.

“Now, what.”

“Hey, is that anyway to talk to a friend?”

“It is when they’re interrupting something.”

“Ohhhh, did I interrupt you and hot stuff getting it on.”

“You could say that.”

“Man, dude, I’m sorry. There really is nothing worse than having to stop in the middle of awesome sex.”

“Joey, stop. Besides how do you know JC and I have awesome sex.”

“I’m a detective boy wonder. All I need to do is look at your boyfriend, cuz, yeah. That’s all I need to say.”

Justin chuckled, “Jealous much, Joey.”

“Anyway,” Joey continued avoiding Justin's remark. “We need you down here, asap. It’s starting to rain and we don’t want anything that may be of some value to you to get washed away. So hurry up with JC and get your ass down here.”

“I’ll be there in like ten minutes.” Justin hung up the phone before Fatone could say anything else about JC and their sex life. Pervert, he thought. His head snapped up when he heard the bathroom door open. “Hey,” he whispered and stretched his arms out. “Come here, baby.”

“Hey,” the brunette spoke softly. When Justin offered his outstretched arms toward JC and motioned him over, JC slowly approached his lover.

When he was close enough, Justin grabbed the older man by his gracefully curved hips and pulled him tight against his body. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to….”

“Justin, stop. It’s my fault.” He felt the blond curls against his flat lean stomach shake. The brunette placed one hand on top of the mop of hair and petted it. His other hand gripped hard onto his lover’s shoulder.

“No, it’s me. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Sugah,” JC whined. “It’s not your fault but you will make it up to me that’s for sure.”
Justin’s head slowly tipped up allowing him to look straight into JC’s face. The blond noticed the slight curve in JC’s lips, indicating a smirk. Justin instantly moved one of his hands to the soft supple lips and caressed his thumb across them.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“K,” JC choked back his tears. “Just come back to me.”

Justin stood up. His semi-hard cock pushed against JC’s hip. “I’ll always come back to you.” Justin leaned forward and placed his lips onto JC’s kissing him passionately and thoroughly.

When they broke apart JC asked in a soulful voice. “Do…do you want me to take care of that for you, sugah?”

Justin shook his head. “No. Let it be a reminder to me. Let me suffer as I made you suffer.”

“Justin,” JC’s voice was filled with emotion and his eyes began to tear once more.

“I love you.” The blond pulled the older man into another kiss and grudgingly drew away. “I’ve gotta go.”

“Be careful.”

“Always.” Justin turned around and began finding some clothes to put on. JC helped him get ready and then walked his lover out to his BMW. JC opened the door of the vehicle for the younger man and carefully closed it.

“I love you too, Justin.” JC leaned into the opened window and placed a kiss on his lover’s cheek. “I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”

“I’ll hurry.” The blond turned the ignition on. As JC began moving away, Justin desperately grabbed the back of his neck maneuvering him in for another heated kiss. Once the kiss was completed and Justin was almost satisfied, JC backed away from the car and watched it navigate the narrow drive.

Justin looked into the rear view mirror trying to steal one more glance at his lover. He watched as his lover lowered his head into his hands and noticed the defeated slump in JC’s shoulders. A wave of guilt spread throughout Justin’s body. He knew how hard this was for JC and thought about everything he must go through every time he leaves to profile for a case. As he turned the corner, he was no longer able to see his beloved causing a sharp pain in his heart and a lone tear to fall from his azure eyes.



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