Orlando, Florida 1998 It was their one day off. No rehearsals. No practice. No Robin instructing them. No Lou watching them. They were free to do what they wanted, when they wanted, where they wanted. But inevitable, all they wanted to do was to be together. One would think that spending day after day after day with each other, they would scatter, go their separate ways, see other people. But they never did. Every Sunday, all their families and friends gathered at the house they shared and they all hung out together. Not as group mates. Not as Nsync. But just as friends. So it was on of these typical Sunday afternoon’s when our story takes place. For it was true that the five boys of Nsync were very different people, joining for the common cause of music and fame. But this particular story is of two of the people, who had known each other before, and had fallen in love. Only, right now, you couldn’t tell that. As the sharp tang of orange filled his senses, JC looked around, trying to pinpoint where it had come from. For JC loved oranges, and if someone was peeling, he was there. His eyes surveyed the group of people at the picnic table as his eyes spied the fruit-wielding culprit. Justin. They’d had another fight, just this morning. Justin said that JC was being stubbornly stupid. JC told Justin that his whining and pouting was only proving his point that Justin was too young. Too young for sex. For the thousandth time, JC wished they were still back in Germany, where they could have shared a hotel room, away from prying eyes and smirking smiles. But they weren’t. They were in Florida, where Lynn watched Justin with an eagle eye, and Justin was still legally a juvenile for the next six months. But that didn’t mean JC couldn’t watch. He slipped on his sunglasses and relaxed against the chaise, observing Justin as he sat at the picnic table. He watched as Justin’s big, strong hands tear at the peel of the orange, slipping the fruit from its skin. Justin was methodical, separating each section and placing them on a napkin before eating one bite. He scooted the peel away, then lifted a segment. JC saw Justin gently slid a nail against the fruit, removing the last bit of white pip before slipping the orange slice to his mouth. JC moaned silently as Justin’s pink lips surrounded the orange, as his teeth bit down. He chewed, swallowed. Then his tongue peeked out, licking delicately at the corner of his mouth, sipping up the a bit of escaped juice. This action was repeated again and again. JC slipped a towel over his lap as he felt his cock grow. He watched as Justin’s hand hovered over the last segment of orange, his breathing shallow. Eat it…eat it… JC thought to himself. Why…why did Justin pause? JC lifted his gaze to Justin’s face as their eyes locked. He knew. Justin knew that JC was watching him. That JC was hard. Justin deliberately picked up the last segment, bringing it slowly to his mouth. His tongue slipped out, rubbing along the piece, lapping delicately at the fruit. His eyes never left JC’s as his strong white teeth bit into the orange, juice running down his chin. JC jumped into the pool, shoes, sunglasses and all. He swam laps, letting the cold water cool his cock down, hoping the exercise would relieve some tension. When he surfaced, Justin was gone from the table. *** A blast of cool air hit him as he slip the glass door back, entering the house. He padded barefoot down the hall to his room, his hand on the doorknob when he felt the warm body behind him. “How can you say you can wait?” Justin whispered in JC’s ear. JC shivered, both from Justin’s words, and from Justin’s hand as it traveled around his bare back to his stomach, slipping lower to his rehardened cock. “We have to,” JC said, pushing his hips into Justin’s hand. “Justin…stop…” Justin’s mouth moved to JC’s lips, licking and sucking. JC could taste a faint hint of orange on Justin’s tongue, and frankly, that’s all it took. JC slipped open the door and pulled them both inside. He slammed Justin against the door, his mouth fastening on Justin’s, his tongue sweeping inside, his hips humping harder and harder and harder. He felt Justin’s hand slip inside his shorts, grasping his cock and fisting the hard muscle in a tight fist. JC tongue-fucked Justin’s mouth in the same rhythm until lights exploded behind his eyes and he came in Justin’s hand. Slowly, JC came back to earth. Resting his forehead against Justin’s, he sighed resignedly. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, pulling back a bit as Justin removed his hand from JC’s pants. Justin smiled wickedly as he lifted a finger to his mouth, licking the essence of JC off of it the same way he had done with the orange segment. “Love me?” he replied. JC kissed Justin quickly. “I do, baby.” He pulled the boy close. “I do.” *** Orlando, Florida 1998 JC smiled at his friends and family around the picnic bench. As usual, the Nsync boys were spending their day off with each other. But he knew that this time, it wouldn’t end like that other time. No more temptation for JC. No more sex with Justin. This time, JC had been smart, and made sure there were oranges on the table. He watched Justin sit down across from him, a sly smile on the boy’s face as he slowly peeled the fruit in his hands, making JC groan. Where the hell had Justin gotten a banana?
A warm Sunday afternoon.
Another Sunday afternoon.