JC sat up in bed, his heart beating wildly, his body covered in sweat. He took deep breaths, trying to calm his ragged nerves, moving his hand across the bed until he reached the warm body next to his. He held Justin’s arm for a moment, making sure there was a pulse, feeling Justin’s chest rise and fall with his even breathing. He could still see it. He could still hear it. JC buried his face in his hands as the memories flew back… A huge squeal of tires sounded as JC ran across the street to Justin. He knew he’d be too late, but instinct had taken over, and not trying to save his lover wasn’t even an option. He watched as the car came towards Justin…closer and closer and closer…. And then. Inches from Justin…the car stopped. Justin was staring into the car as JC approached him. The car was so close to them, JC could feel the heat of the engine, smell the oil. The car started to back away, and again, instinct took over and JC jumped on top of the car, crawling over the hood, oblivious to Justin calling out to him. He couldn’t see inside the car; the windows had been blacked out, the driver all but invisible. JC scrambled across the car to the drivers door, and just as his hand reached the handle, the car drove forward, away from both men. After that, there had been a blur of police and witnesses and statements to give. The press had shown up, but they’d managed to escape before answering any questions from them. They’d gone directly to Justin’s house, hoping to explain what had happened to Lynn before she heard it on the news or from a reporter. Luckily, they’d gotten home in time, but JC had left Justin to talk to his mother while he went upstairs and had taken a shower. He’d held on through the shower, through dinner, through another statement made to the detectives, through more phone calls from all the other boys and family and Johnny and everything else, until his nerves were shot and he’d finally taken a sleeping pill and had slipped into unconsciousness. But in his dreams, he’d seen the car again. And in his dream, the car had hit Justin. In his dreams, the car had killed Justin. And he knew, whoever this person was, wouldn’t stop until Justin was out of the picture. He left the bed, quietly going into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face in an effort to calm his nerves. His hands were still shaking from the dream, he noticed, holding them under the running water. The light flashed on, making JC jump a bit before he turned to see Justin standing in the door way. “Hey,” Justin said, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “You okay?” JC splashed more water before answering. “Yeah, sorry to have woken you.” He covered his face with a towel, his voice muffled. “Go back to bed,” he said. Justin padded into the bathroom, reaching up and removing the towel from JC’s face. “Hey,” he said again. “What’s wrong?” “I just…” JC swallowed, tossing the towel away. “I just had a bad dream, that’s all.” “About today?” JC nodded. “Understandable,” Justin said, pulling JC closer, leaning back against the sink. JC held Justin tight burying his face in Justin’s shoulder. “I’m so scared, Justin,” he whispered. “If anything happened, it would be my fault.” Justin pushed JC away from him a bit. “That’s ridiculous!” he stated. “You’re not responsible for some psycho’s actions.” “Justin…” “Don’t ‘Justin’ me!” He took JC’s face in his hands. “You are not responsible for this, Jayce,” Justin told him earnestly. “I don’t blame you, no one does!” He pulled JC’s face in and kissed him. “This is the work of some messed up person. NOT YOU!” He kissed JC again, this time a bit harder, his hands slipping lower to pull JC in between his legs. “I love you,” Justin said, pulling on JC’s lower lip before sucking the hurt away. “There is nothing for you to feel bad about.” With that, Justin deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside while hooking a hand under JC’s ass, rubbing their hard cocks together. JC melted into the kiss, lifting himself up against Justin, answering the kiss with blazing passion. This was what he needed, JC realized. To feel Justin, to know that Justin was here, that Justin was alive. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes locked with Justin’s. “Make love to me,” he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I need to feel you in me.” Justin smiled. “Your wish is my command,” he said, leading JC out of the bathroom and back to the bed. Standing next to the bed, Justin slowly undressed JC, kissing each area of skin as it was exposed. The undershirt came up over his head, and Justin’s mouth was there, licking and biting and nibbling the soft, hot skin, making JC sigh and shiver. “You like that?” Justin said, his eyes shining mischievously up at JC. JC nodded, sucking in a breath as Justin’s hands moved to the tie of his pajama bottoms. “Yesss…” he hissed as fingers brushed inside his pants. “Oh, then you’ll like this, too,” Justin said, slipping down the pants and onto his knees, engulfing JC with one swallow. JC moaned as the heat of Justin’s mouth enveloped him, his hands reaching out to Justin’s head to steady himself as his hips moved back and forth, luxuriating in the hot, wet heat of his lover’s mouth. Teeth and tongue and oh…god…Justin was so so so good at this, knowing when to suck, when to lick when to pull, when to push. JC felt Justin’s hands spread his legs and soon, one of Justin’s long fingers was pushing inside, “Oh…god…” JC wasn’t sure if he was swearing or praying, but soon, he was spilling himself as Justin swallowed. The world spun as Justin tossed JC onto the bed, spreading and pulling up the older man’s legs. Poised at the entrance of his lover’s body, Justin paused, gazing down, amazed as always by the sheer beauty that was JC. “I love you,” Justin said simply as he surged inside. *** “Go there,” JC said, pointing at the link on the screen. A few clicks of the mouse, and both men shook their heads. “Nah, nothing,” Lance said, back clicking to the Google page. “What’s going on?” JC looked up from behind the monitor. “Hey!” he said, lifting his face as Justin leaned down to kiss him. “We’re surfing the web,” he explained, smiling as Justin gave Lance a hug from behind. “Looking for weirdo websites and maybe a lead on our psycho stalker.” “Any word from the cops?” Justin asked, pulling out cereal and milk and joining them at the table. “No, but we made the paper,” JC said, pushing the morning copy of the LA Times at Justin. Justin winced as he read: “Pop star Justin Timberlake, 22 was the victim of a strange almost hit-and-run yesterday on Sunset Blvd. Witness report a car came inches close to striking Mr. Timberlake, who was crossing the middle of the street. Witness also report that Mr. Timberlake’s *Nsync band mate, JC Chasez, 27, attempted to apprehend the car’s driver, doing what one witness called ‘a real Duke’s of Hazards move’ over the top of the car. Police took statements from Mr. Timberlake and Mr. Chasez, and a report was filed. Further investigation has discovered an ongoing investigation by the LA Police Department’s special division that deals with stalking of celebrities. Calls to Mr. Timberlake’s and Mr. Chasez’s representatives have gone unanswered.” “So, you guys don’t do the Dukes of Hazard thing in bed, do you?” Lance asked. Justin choked on his Cap’n Crunch. JC smacked the back of Lance’s head. “Shut up and search,” he told Lance. The bass’ eyes widened at the blush on JC’s cheeks. “Oh my god, you do!” JC and Justin’s eyes met. Justin ran a foot up Lance’s leg under the table before he answered. “Want to join us, Lance?” he asked. “You’d look great in a pair of Daisy Dukes.” Lance slapped Justin’s foot away. “Idiots, the both of you.” Justin winked before leaving the table. “Joey and Chris can be Boss Hogg and Cooter!” he called out as he left the kitchen. *** “Still at it?” Justin asked an hour later. “Hmm,” he said, rolling his shoulders and neck. Lance had left, but JC had carried on with searching. “I’ve found a lot of weird stuff, J.” JC sighed as Justin’s hands came and rubbed his sore neck. “Websites and message boards and journals. Things people say…and think. It’s weird, man.” Justin leaned down, resting his chin on JC’s shoulder and squinting at the screen. “But did you find anything about us? I mean, that could be from the Psycho Fan?” “I think…maybe,” JC said, maximizing one of the windows at the bottom. A lurid pink and white screen opened. Across the top was written “FUCK JIVE HARD!!! Support JC’s Album!” “Fuck Jive Hard?” Justin asked. JC sighed. “When Dallas was having problems with Jive, before Drumline was released, he wrote that on a tee-shirt for a radio spot with Jojo,” he explained. Justin nodded. “Yeah, I remember. You were wearing that rainbow hat, and Joey was there,” he mused, leaving the table and grabbing a soda from the fridge. “So, I’m guessing that this fan has taken that to heart,” JC said, clicking on another of the sites button. His breath caught at what popped up on the screen. “Justin…” Justin turned, shocked by the look on JC’s face. “What is it?” he said, scooting around JC again and peering at the screen. “Jesus…” His voice was a whisper. “That’s.” “You.” JC turned back to the computer, looking at the pictures of Justin. They had been taken outside the studio, when the letter on his car had burned Justin’s hands. There was a picture of Justin going into the studio, then one of him reading the letter by his car. The next was one of Justin on the pavement, a scared Jimmy standing over him, then one of Justin sitting on the tailgate of the ambulance before being transported to the hospital that night. Underneath the first picture was written “Justin Fucking Timberlake Screws Over His Friend By Recording A New Album.” Under the others was just written “HA HA HA HA” over and over again. Justin hugged JC from behind. “I think we’ve found our Psycho.” *** JCsNumberOneFan: Did you see the update on the website? ILoveJCnNSYNC: lmao, where did you find those pictures? what was happening? why did he need an ambulance? Pussy probably had a hangnail, lol JCsNumberOneFan: I took them, lol ILoveJCnNSYNC: you TOOK them? I don’t understand JCsNumberOneFan: Yeah! I was there when he was on the ground ILoveJCnNSYNC: how did you know he’d be there? JCsNumberOneFan: I know lots of things about him, including that he’s making another record w/o Nsync, and is screwing JC over again. ILoveJCnNSYNC: are you sure? jc said it was jive and the merger, not Justin ILoveJCnNSYNC: and what’s with his hands and the ambulance? JCsNumberOneFan: m not saying, but he was in a LOT of pain, lol JCsNumberOneFan: Trust me on this, Justin is screwing JC, and the others in Nsync. ILoveJCnNSYNC: okay, I believe that… ILoveJCnNSYNC: but what’s with the ambulance? JCsNumberOneFan: I guess he just got hurt, ILoveJCnNSYNC: okay.