Part 1


He smiled his thanks as the guard left the room. Justin’s eyes adjusted slowly to the change in light as he entered. Only the bank of monitors along the wall illuminated the room. After a bit of blinking, Justin left the doorway and walked to the flickering screens.

It had started years ago. Justin, more than any of them, had been nervous when they’d started playing big venues. He’d had run-ins with fans before, and was skittish about security. Johnny had seen this, so he and Randy had arranged for Justin to see for himself that each venue was secure, including him looking at all the monitors of the cameras installed. It was something Justin did alone, that the other guys knew nothing about.

Justin’s eyes skimmed the screens. The outside camera’s showed the fans already arriving, some so excited they could barely stand still. He smiled at one particular fan, a girl of no more than 14, with an “I WANT TO MARRY YOU, JUSTIN” t-shirt. His eyes moved to the internal cameras. He smiled as he saw Chris and Joey moving down the corridor to the Quiet Room. They were arguing about something, which was usual for the two of them. Lance joined them from the other direction, and the three band mates entered the room and thus out of site of Justin.

There were no cameras in the Quiet Room.

Justin checked the other screens. Offices, halls, box office…wait a minute! What the hell was that? He looked at the control panel and moved a lever, getting a closer look.

A smile broke over Justin’s face as he realized it was Wade, getting freaky in an office. Really, really freaky. The choreographer’s pants were down around his ankles, and he was banging hard into the body bent face down over the desk. Justin couldn’t see who it was, but by the expression on Wade’s face, he figured it was someone really good. Justin watched as Wade let out a silent scream, collapsing on the man for a moment before pulling out and fixing his pants. Wade bent down and pulled up the other man’s pants, only to have his hands slapped away as he turned, giving Justin a chance to see his face.

No.

Justin felt a roaring in his head as the word repeated over and over.

No no no no no no no no no no no.

He picked up an abandoned coffee cup form the control board and threw it at the monitor, breaking the cup.


JC fastened his pants, wanting, needing to get out of the room as soon as possible. He needed a shower, a bath, anything to get the smell and feel of Wade off of him.

“Well, that was fabulous,” Wade said. “You really are a great piece of ass, JC. No wonder Justin fucks you as often as possible.”

“Shut up,” JC said, waking to the door, only to be held up by Wade’s hand on his arm.

“Hey, if you didn’t enjoy it, it’s not my fault,” Wade said. “I offered to get you off first.” A hand reached out to grasp JC’s groin. “You’re the one who declined.”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” JC said through clenched teeth.

“Maybe next time, uhm?” Wade said, squeezing JC’s cock through his pants.

JC grabbed Wade’s wrist, pulling it away from his body. “There won’t be a next time, Wade,” JC informed him. “This was a one-shot deal.”

Wade raised a brow. “You think so?” he said. His eyes traveled up and down JC’s body. “I’m betting you’ll give me what I want, when I want it. Won’t you?” He leaned in and licked JC’s lips.

JC backed away and wiped a hand across his mouth.

Wade laughed as he left the room, continuing his baiting of JC. “What I want, when I want, JC.”



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