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JC looked up as the shadows fell across his computer screen. He gazed out the window, seeing the setting sun, his breath catching as he realized it was almost evening, almost dark.

Almost time.

He quickly saved his work, turned off the computer, and rose from the desk, smiling when he realized his hands were shaking a bit. He clasped them together as he watched the sun disappear behind the trees, its fading light casting gold streaks along the lake, and as the darker it became, the more JC’s mind raced.

It would happen tonight. JC was sure of it. JC was sure of him.

Sure of Justin. And sure that he and Justin would make love tonight.

They’d met two weeks ago. JC had been sitting on his deck, watching the stars and the lightning bugs that floated around when a soft sound captured his attention. He turned to see a man approaching his cabin.

“Hello,” the man said, his voice soft. “I hope I’m not bothering you, but my power is out. I was wondering if you had any candles I could borrow?”

JC strained to see the man. “Of course,” he said. “Let me get them.”

He rose from his chair as the man stepped up onto the porch, making JC catch his breath. The man was beautiful. Tall, strong, handsome. Deep blue eyes surrounded by long, spiky lashes. Short cropped hair. And his mouth…dear God, JC thought. His mouth. Plump and pink and just the right size to kiss and suck and… He blinked. “Candles. Yeah.”

JC shook his head as he entered his house. The man stood politely outside while JC rummaged through drawers. “Please, come in,” he said, finding the elusive candles. “Here they are,” he exclaimed, grabbing them and some matches. “I hope thats enough.”

The man looked at the dozen candles in JC’s hands, smiling. “I think that’ll be plenty,” he commented as JC put them in a bag.

“Here.” JC handed the bag to the man. And continued to stare.

“I’m sorry,” the man apologized. “My name is Justin Timberlake,” he said, extending his hand.

“JC Chasez,” JC replied, grasping the offered hand.

Their clasped hands met, and a shiver of electricity ran from his hands down his spine to his groin. Their eyes locked, and JC knew, he knew, that the other man, Justin, felt the same thing. Hands and eyes held for a long moment, then slowly, they released each other, skin softly sliding apart, as if it regretted letting go.

“It’s nice to meet you, JC,” Justin said softly, their eyes still locked. “Thank you for the candles.” He blinked, breaking the contact between them.

“You’re welcome, Justin,” JC replied, just as softly. He accompanied Justin to the porch.

Justin paused a moment, turning to JC, seeming as if he wanted to say something, but then thought better of it. “Good night,” was all he said, going down the steps and walking into the night.

He returned two nights later, bringing fresh candles to repay JC for the ones he borrowed, and explained that he’d finally been able to have the power restored. JC had thanked him for the replacement candles, and offered Justin a glass of wine.

They talked for hours, mostly about JC and his work. And JC just seemed to spill open, finding so many things to share with Justin. It had been a long time, JC realized, since anyone had affected JC so much, affected him so much that he wanted to share himself.

Justin answered a few pointed questions, though. He was from London, but so long ago, he’d lost his accent. He’d rented the cabin next to JC’s for the summer. But there was something about Justin that made JC not want to pry to closely, not want to push too hard. It was like if he questioned too much, Justin might disappear as quickly as he arrived. As if he were a phantom that JC had invented, a figment of too many long, nights alone.

After that evening, Justin came over to JC’s every night. The two men would talk, drink wine, and sometimes have dinner if JC had worked late. But always, always, there was something there, something between them. Long moments of silence would stretch, but JC didn’t feel uncomfortable during it, and believed Justin didn’t, either. Becasuse through the talks and the wine and the silence was the heat. The attraction that simmered between them, that JC had felt from the first, and was sure that Justin could feel, too.

Two nights ago, it finally happened. Justin was leaving, JC escorted him to the edge of the porch, and before he left, Justin leaned in and kissed JC. Softly, quickly, almost shyly. But it had been a kiss. JC had slept fitfully that night, his thoughts filled with the touch of Justin’s lips on his, his dreams filled with the thought of Justin in his bed. His writing the next day was full of yearning and desire.

The next night, last night, they’d admitted their attraction to each other. Justin had come, as usual, but to JC, he seemed skittish, hesitant. JC felt the nervous energy coming off Justin, and let him find his own way.

Justin leaned against the mantle, the fire in the fireplace casting golden light across the man’s handsome face. He turned to JC. “Who is this?” he asked, indicating a picture on the mantle.

JC smiled. “My sister,” he explained, coming next to Justin as he gazed at the photo of JC and Heather. “The last time we were together, at her college graduation.”

“Are you close?” Justin asked.

He shook his head. “Not really,” JC explained. “She’s married now, with a baby, but we don’t see each other very often.”

“No other family?”

“No.”

“And no close friends, either,” Justin said. It wasn’t a question.

“Not really,” JC admitted. “I’ve always been a loner, I guess,” he explained.

Justin reached out a hand, running soft fingers down JC’s face. “Not always alone, though,” he questioned.

JC shivered at the contact. “I’ve had my share of lovers, yes,” he said. “But no one…nothing ever…permanent.” He leaned into the caress. “Never met the right one.”

Until now.

The words were unspoken, but hung between the two men. Their eyes locked in understanding. JC watched as Justin’s face came close to his, Justin’s lips pressing softly on JC’s in a repeat of last nights kiss. Soft, quick. He pulled back, searching JC’s eyes. JC knew what he saw there…and moaned in expectation as Justin’s head lowered again.

This time, the kiss was hot, hard and long. Their mouths melded as Justin pulled JC close, the feel of Justin’s hard body making JC’s breath catch. Justin took advantage of this, slipping his tongue inside JC’s mouth, taking possession of it, sweeping inside strongly. JC felt Justin’s hands moved down his back, pulling his hips close, letting JC feel his erection. JC knew that Justin could feel his. He held Justin’s head close as their tongues continued to duel, as their moans of pleasure continued to grow.

JC finally pulled away, taking great gulps of air, slightly miffed that Justin wasn’t breathing hard at all, but mollified by the shine of desire in his eyes. “Wow,” he whispered, placing a steadying hand on Justin’s chest.

Justin pulled the hand away, lifting it to his lips. “Wow, indeed,” he agreed, nibbling on the fingers in his mouth.

JC closed his eyes as Justin sucked his finger into his hot, wet mouth, an intense shiver moving through his body. “Justin…”

“I’d better go,” Justin said quietly, removing JC’s fingers and stepping away from the other man.

JC eyes opened in surprise. “What? Why?”

“I want you to be sure, JC,” Justin said. “I…need you to be sure.” He placed a finger on JC’s lips as he started to protest. “Please. I’m very…possessive, JC. You need to know that, to realize what it would mean. What I want from you will be unlike anything you’ve given before. You have to be sure of yourself before I can have you.”

JC blinked in confusion, not understanding what Justin meant. All he knew was that he had a burning desire for Justin, and knew, no matter what Justin asked, he’d be willing to give. “Alright,” JC nodded, slipping the finger pressed against his lips inside for a quick suck, smiling at the groan he received in response.

Now the sun had completely disappeared, and JC’s anticipation grew stronger, his ears straining to hear Justin’s approaching footsteps, his heart racing as he felt the other man behind him. No words were spoken between them. None were needed. All JC knew was that somehow, in the past two weeks, he’d become Justin’s…he now belonged to Justin…and whatever Justin wanted from him, he was more than willing to give.

A soft hand touched JC’s back, tracing a path down, Justin’s cool fingers causing shivers to run down JC’s spine. He leaned forward a bit, his head pressing on the window, grateful for the coolness of the glass as the heat built in his body. Fingers pressed downward, splaying widely across JC’s ass, slipping around to the front to press JC’s raging erection, and to press JC’s hips into Justin’s. The other mans hot, wet, mouth attached to JC’s neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, then licking the area with his tongue. Justin’s hands were busy, deftly unbutton JC’s pants, slipping them open and sliding his hands inside. One grasped his straining cock, the other slipped between his ass, sliding a long, slim finger inside.

JC screamed with pleasure, the dual action of Justin’s hand on his cock and his fingers inside enough to make his legs turn to jelly, but Justin held him up, his mouth still attached to his skin, his hands now pushing JC’s pants down.

“Can I have you, JC?” Justin whispered in his ear. “Are you ready to be mine?” Justin inserted a second finger, pressing against JC’s most sensitive spot.

JC could only nod. Words were beyond him now. All he wanted was Justin…inside him…a part of him. He reached behind, thankful that Justin’s pants didn’t have to be unfastened, and slipped the other man’s cock free of clothing. JC grasped Justin’s cock, its smooth length straining in his hands.

Justin maneuvered them over to the sofa, bending JC forward against the arm. JC helped as much as he could, spreading his legs, lifting himself for Justin…silently begging for the other man to make him his. Justin kept one hand on JC’s cock, but slid down, his hot tongue making a wet trail down JC, getting him ready for Justin’s possession. JC felt a nip on one cheek, then screamed again as Justin’s tongue laved JC’s hole.

“Oh…god…Justin.” JC finally found his voice. “Now…please…I…god….now…” he begged, pressing his hips backwards as Justin continued his lingual assault.

JC felt Justin move back up, his hands lifting JC a bit, his hard cock aimed and ready. His mouth found JC’s neck again, on hand moving the hair away. “You have to tell me, JC,” Justin said. “Are you mine?” His voice was an insistent whisper against JC’s ear. “Can I make you mine?”

“Yes,” JC replied. “Make me yours, Justin…I love you.” JC felt Justin shudder at his words, then all coherent thought left as Justin filled him, taking JC’s body as slowly and surely as he’d taken JC’s heart.

Justin’s hips pumped in and out, his hand wrapped strongly around JC’s cock, his mouth hot on JC’s skin. The sensations coursing through JC were like nothing he’d ever experienced…like nothing anyone had ever felt before. They were one person, moving together in time and rhythm and dancing to the music they both felt. JC could feel it building, could tell that Justin was close, that he was close, and pulled Justin closer, his hands reaching up, tugging at Justin’s hair. “Do it, please…make it happen… please… JC felt Justin increase his pace, his hips pumping furiously, his hand sliding fast, his mouth opening.

And then…the pain. The pain so sharp, so pleasurable, so unexpected, but so…wonderful. JC screamed as the pain shot from his neck to his cock, as the pleasure spread from his head to his groin, as the world exploded behind his eyes, then turned black.

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He awoke in his bed, Justin sleeping beside him. Moonlight poured through the window, lighting the room with a hushed, whispered light. JC looked at Justin, at this magical creature who had come into his life. He lifted a hand, lightly touching the sleeping man’s face, skimming those perfect lips.

Justin smiled in his sleep, and JC continued, tracing his fingers along Justin’s strong jaw, around to his ear, the soft, curling hair, and finally, down Justin’s neck, pausing slightly at the scar on the otherwise flawless skin.

JC smiled, thinking he’d soon have a scar that would match.

He’d known, of course. JC was a smart man, and it hadn’t taken long for him to figure it out. The decision for JC, though, had come easy. He’d fallen in love with Justin that first night, when he’d come for the candles…JC loved him. Belonged to him. And it didn’t matter who Justin was.

Or what Justin was.

“No regrets?”

JC looked at Justin’s face, saw the trace of worry in the bright blue eyes. “None,” he replied, leaning down to kiss Justin softly. “So you’re stuck with me.”

Justin lifted a hand, sliding cool fingers along JC’s neck. JC felt a sting, but relaxed as Justin pulled him down to him. “I promise you forever,” Justin said, mouth moving against JC’s skin.

JC shivered as Justin increased the pressure of his mouth, his cock hardening at the same time. “How long?” JC asked, shifting his hips against Justin.

“Just one more time,” Justin promised, shifting JC to straddle Justin’s hips. He slipped inside of JC with little resistance, and pulled the other man down onto his chest. “I love you, JC,” Justin said as his teeth found their home.

JC screamed.



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