Part 2


JC isn’t much surprised to open his suite’s door and come face to face with Justin Timberlake waiting for him in the hushed hallway. In fact, he’d sort of been expecting it. Okay — shhhh, don’t tell — he’d, honestly, deep down inside where things are soft and warm and syrupy, been *hoping* Justin would magically (breathtakingly) appear. Like a loving, caring, valiant knight, decked out in shining, well, shorts, sneakers, oversized tee, and a soiled “Girls Gone Wild” baseball cap.

Oh, that’ll do. Nicely. Who needs armor?

JC looks him over slowly, takes in the thin brownish growth of hair that edges Justin’s jaws and chin, and smiles. Even though he’d tried to prevent that last part from happening. The smile.

Because, under his calm exterior, he’s more than just a little pissed off at the Boy Wonder right now. HIS Boy Wonder. Oh, and doesn’t it feel all kinds of monstrously ridiculous to JC at this moment to stand here and think of Justin as *his* ANY-damn-thing after being force-fed all the tons and tons of media bullshit featuring Justin and his latest prize pussy over the past few weeks? Fucking laughably ludicrous, if you really think about it, and JC calculates he should be clutching his stomach and rolling around on the floor in convulsive shrieks of giggles because this shit is just the best comedy he’s come across in a while. Fucking bitch. Not *her*. No, Justin.

The smile then, he finally comes to determine in that split second after he eases open the door, is a perfect compromise. It’s pleasant and serene enough and beautifully belies the fact that he’s seething inside and aching to just rip into Justin and beat some fucking common sense into the selfish, arrogant little prick. Damnit. Coolly poker-faced, he speaks to his visitor in a subdued hush.

“What?”

“What? Whadaya mean ‘what?’”

“I mean ‘why are you here’ what, Justin. How hard is that to comprehend?”

“JC, don’t do this. You knew I’d come to find out why you’re brushing me off. Don’t act like you’re all shocked.”

“Color me all shocked, Justin.” JC shifts the large, multi-toned terrycloth body sheet and the Sony Discman he’s holding from one arm to the other, coyly smiling. “Big superstar like you showing up at my door……….Wow………..And as for brushing you off, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Seriously.”

Justin breathes deeply, attempting to be careful, and stares intently. “Can I come in, JC? We need to talk.”

“Well, um, I was just on my way out to the beach,” JC says impassively. “See?” He thrusts his towel and tunes forward slightly, innocently.

“Please?” Justin begs in a whisper and drags his eyes off the tight-fitting sleeveless shirt and the dark purple drawstring shorts JC’s wearing.

JC shrugs and steps backward, allowing entrance to his dimmed quarters. “Sure! Why not? I’ve got all afternoon. But, um, it’s not as tidy and neat in here as you like.”

Relieved somewhat that he’s granted at least initial access, Justin saunters in awkwardly and sighs, unsure about what he’s sauntering into. As much as he can with his stuffy nose, he inhales the dying essence of citrus-scented burning wax.

“It never is when I’m not around.”

Almost as if an echo, almost as if he hadn’t intended for anyone else to hear the words, JC whispers behind him, “And you’re never around anymore.”

Justin wheels quickly in a half circle to face him, his eyes steeled and narrowed but still soft blue and passionate. “JC, I’m on TOUR, for chrissakes! Surely, you, of all people, haven’t forgotten what that’s like — all the time and energy it zaps out of you with the nonstop on-the-go shit and everything you’re required to do! I *know* you remember all that chaos.”

JC looks away and bites at the inside of his jaw. He doesn’t want to be having this “talk.” He already knows he’s not going to be able to keep up this serene façade. Why couldn’t he have just made it safely outside to a comfortable, secluded lounge chair in the sun and tried to put all of this unease out of his mind? Why the hell has he now put himself in danger of tearing Justin’s head off and racking up a murder charge?

“I do remember things……….such as being in love.”

Before JC can move or even breathe, Justin flies to him and grabs the hard bicep part of his arms, filling up his personal space and all one hundred of his senses. “Baby, don’t talk about it like it’s part of the fucking past or something……….I’m *still* in love……….with *you*. So much so that I sometimes think my heart might just up and explode inside my chest……….I love you, Jace. And I’m sorry I haven’t been around to tell you that as much as I want to, but I do……….I’ve tried calling you and saying so, but I keep getting the damn voice mail……….and then you don’t call back. But I do love you and want to be with you. More’n ever.”

*Wham. Bam. Thank-you, Ma’am. Just like that, you’re supposed to be cleared of all fucking charges? It’s all good now just ‘cause YOU say so, J? High and mighty bastard. Kiss. My. Ass.*

JC rolls his eyes. “I rang you back. Once. Guess you forgot. All the nonstop chaos and shit. Such a busy boy you are. So many obligations to so many damn people. Such exhausting and demanding priorities. Pity, pity.”

And a sly smile fueled by memory flickers around Justin’s pursed lips, and he ignores JC’s acid-etched sarcasm. “No, I remember that call. Ah, yes. I was in………New Orleans. Fuck, do I remember……….Damn, you’re the master at dirty, silky-talking phone sex. Whoa. I don’t think I’ve EVER gotten off so hard and good by myself before. Never, baby. That rocked.”

A matching smile begins to crinkle at the edges of JC’s eyes, but then it dies away. “Me too. Almost like being together again. Only not.”

“So why’d you stop, sweetness? Why avoid my calls now?” Justin moves his double sliding grasp up and over the smoothness of JC’s upper arms, relishing the feel of tight muscles tensing and relaxing under the skin and again skimming past the biting cynicism JC’s exuding in waves. “Why bust my balls with this shutting me out totally?”

JC darts his piercing glance away, and the sun shades balanced on the top of his head shift a little in the mass of waves. “I wasn’t really in the mood to, you know, hear HER around in the background.”

“Cameron.”

“Who else? You gotta make me SAY it, Justin? Fuck you. And fuck her too.”

“Jace, baby, she’s a potted plant. The thing with her is completely artificial all the way. You *know* that……….Look. The handlers yip at me night and day about how hot we look together and how it’s boosting ticket sales AND my popularity if we fake a fling on the road. And she’s cool with it. She’s just along for the ride and whatever jacking up it does for her image too. We’re, like, using each other, baby. Why do I need to explain this to you again? Sweetness, you *know* the deal,” Justin cries hoarsely, still holding the warmth of JC’s taut flesh.

JC swallows. Slowly. The festered anger he’s been struggling with of late is feeding off Justin’s up-close energy and building strength and wanting so badly to escape. And JC simply can’t let it do that. It might dismember Justin instantly or perhaps break him in half.

“I *do* know. And you don’t have to explain repeatedly. I’m not a child. But I’m so fucking glad to hear she’s ‘cool with it,’ though. That’s da bomb. Maybe now I can sleep at night. Whew, what a load off.”

“JC, please. I’m trying here……….Can we just get this out in the open and resolve it and put it to fucking bed? I just want us to be clear on what’s what and stop wasting time on this damn jealousy shit. She means nothing to me, babe. And you mean everything. That’s all. The end.”

As he sighs, JC’s long nose twitches involuntarily. “Don’t fucking insult me, Ju. I’m not jealous of her……….only of all the time she gets with you……….time *I* don’t get……….time I’m not allowed.”

Justin’s heart splinters in the repercussion of the sad, restrained whisper. His eyes steam up with hot springs as the hazy clouds blow through them. His hands loose their grip and fall to his sides.

“Sweetness……….Is *that* what you think? ‘Cause it’s wrong. You’re my priority numero uno. You’re never not allowed *anything* as far as I’m concerned. Never.”

The heat of a thousand aqua sunbursts sears forth from JC’s eyes as he shines them on Justin. The straw and the camel just had their little run-in in JC’s psyche. And the ol’ camel, poor bastard, didn’t come out on top. Ripe, thick tension has now taken form and become a full-blown entity in the atmosphere around them.

“Now that is a hell of a thing for you to say to me, Justin……….when I’m standing here totally denied the promise YOU made me back in that little cabin in the mountains two weeks ago. Did you think I’d forgotten THAT too? About how this weekend in Miami would be OURS to spend with each other, just you and me, our first Challenge together as an official couple? Was I just being a sappy fucking romantic fool for expecting it all to actually happen like we said it would? Like YOU said it would? Hmm?”

“It can still go off that way, Jace. What’s stopping us, baby?” Justin asks in a tiny, cottony voice, flinching as if he’d been physically slapped.

“What’s stopping us? Are you fucking kidding me? You, my love, are otherwise occupied with your glamorous new ho — Oops. My bad. Your sexy, flashy new GIRLFRIEND — this weekend, as has been documented PROFUSELY by every fucking gossip rag one can buy at the supermarket checkout……….The Prince of Pop and his new Princess Senorita Diaz, one of Hollywood’s skankiest beauties, groping all over each other and making out in public clubs all over Middle America! Or maybe out-burping each other in a contest of POOR taste and NO class!……….Coming soon to an arena and/or slut hangout in your hometown ‘cause this is something everybody MUST see! That’s right, folks! Fuck all the loyal fans who came to Miami to see NSYNC this weekend. God forbid the charity event be centered around THEM. ‘Cause this is the Almighty God-like Justin Timberlake and Whoever-He’s-Currently-Fucking Weekend, ladies and gentlemen! On display for all to enjoy! The world’s most self-absorbed, egomaniacal assface. Check him out while you’ve got the chance. He’ll be moving on to rule the fucking universe very soon.” Orange flames streak through the blue in JC’s eyes as his free arm flails wildly for heated emphasis.

“JC, don’t be like that. You know that’s not how it is.”

JC tightened the furious glare of his eyes. “Wrong. Think about it, Justin. It sucks enough to have to have this lovely budding romance of yours splashed in my face every time I turn around. Now you have the damn audacity to bring it *here* and shove it down my throat and everyone else’s too? How selfish is THAT? Cruel and unfair to me much? Huh? And even if it’s make-believe, it still takes you the fuck away from me……….How’s that supposed to make me feel, Justin? How? How would *you* feel if I did it to you?……….I’m your top priority. Bullshit.”

Justin’s hardly breathing now, suffocated with so much conflicting emotional masses colliding into each other inside. With the threat of a flood of hot moisture fountaining from his heart upward to his eyes, his raw, inflamed sinuses begin to swell and fill up his few remaining breathing spaces.

“I didn’t do it to hurt you, sweetness. I swear I didn’t. And I didn’t do it to take attention away from you guys or the reason we’re here this weekend. No matter what it looks like, I didn’t……….They said Cameron should show up just for a little bit and make a tiny appearance, just for the mysterious allure that maybe she’s here and maybe she’s not and all that shit. It wasn’t my idea……….And she wasn’t going to be a problem for us. You and I would be hooking up and sharing our own room, sharing each other. She wouldn’t be bothering us at all……….I’m sorry it hasn’t worked out exactly like we planned it, but I swear to you, baby, I’m doing the best I can. And you ARE what I’ve been looking forward to with all my aching heart, Jace. Only you.”

JC sighs again, as if it’s a vital part of the conversation, and pivots in his flip-flops to head toward the wide window of his room, laying the towel and Discman on a table as he passes it. “Me too.”

“What can I do, Jace, to make this right again? Or have I gone and messed up too bad this time? Does everybody seriously hate me as much as you do?”

JC stares out the window for so long that Justin thinks he might scream to wake him up. But then he speaks again, and it’s the noncommittal sound of a pattering spring rain.

“I don’t hate you, Ju.”

*I can hardly even fucking be mad at you when you stand there looking like that, breaking and mending my heart a million times over with that soft voice from paradise and those pale blue eyes, begging me to give you everything like I want so desperately to do, taking my every damn breath away because you’re still the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen……….No, I don’t hate you.*

“Whew. Good. Then I can deal with everything else, as long as you don’t hate me……….I’m sorry I pissed you off, sweetness. Really sorry……….I’ll make it up to you if you’ll let me.”

“I’m okay. Just go and entertain your plastic house plant.”

“JC! This is fucked up,” Justin moans, flustered and exhausted. That hadn’t exactly been the answer he expected.

“Justin. Sweetheart. My handsome, sexy one. I love you. But your various ho’s get annoying sometimes.”

“Fuck the ho’s. I just want you.”

“Spoken like a true spoiled, pampered prima donna,” JC shoots back with smooth, razor-like precision, his back to his lover still.

Justin groans and rolls his eyes. “Okay, JC. I’m not giving up. No matter what you say or how you treat me. So just settle your nice ass in for war, if that’s the way you want it.”

“Did you tap Brit’s cherry like she told that ‘W’ magazine?”

Justin groans and rolls his head around on his shoulders painfully. “Does that shit really matter to you, sweetness? Crap BRITNEY says now? Damn.”

“It might. Did you?”

Maxing out on frustration, Justin sighs wearily. “Okay. This is all jacked to the ridiculous stage now, JC. And it’s got to stop. Brit was years before you and me. Like back when I was still confused about what I wanted and you were still……….when you were with……….”

“When I was with Lance.”

“Yeah, that. And I don’t ever ask you if you if you got HIS cherry, do I?” JC giggles quietly, softening the mood and gazing blankly through the sheers covering the window. “Maybe you would if he ratted to a reporter some personal stuff like that after we split.”

Justin goes to him then because the short distance between them in the room is swallowing him up miserably, places palms gently on the slim hips, and rests his cheek against the back of the silken-locked head. “Why are we fighting when we could be loving? This is all just wrong.”

“We’re talking, baby, not fighting,” JC whispers and leans his head backward against Justin’s sharp jaw line.

“I’ll get rid of her, Jace. I’ll send her away. We’ll have our weekend. Just us.”

“Don’t, you know, be all rude and nasty to the chick. Not on MY account. Allow me do that part on my own,” JC snickers.

“I love it when you get into snarky-bitch mode, babe……….so naughty and pissy,” Justin hushes into the dark curls just below JC’s temple.

“The ho deserves snarky-bitch. She’s messing with what’s mine, and I don’t fucking like it.”

Justin laughs, and it’s struggled and heavy. “You just sit tight. I’ll take care of it, ‘kay? I’ll be nice. And she’ll be gone……….Then will you be nice to *me*?”

“We’ll see. Since you sound so sick and all. What’s up with that, love?” JC relaxes into Justin’s surrounding body now as the large hands slide around his waist and rub over his midsection.

Justin laughs at his audible congestion. It somehow feels a little better now, as does everything else in the world. “I’m antihistamine-wired to the moon. Sinusitis or something. Felt like shit for days, like my skull’s as big as a house and pounding like crazy.”

“There’s a fathead joke in there somewhere,” JC breathes out quietly and chuckles.

Justin squeezes and nuzzles affectionately. “No, there’s not. So shut up, ass.”

“Come and do the beach with me. Sound good? Or you got other plans with the bitch?”

“I’d rather hang out right here……….and do you instead. It’s been too damn long, sweetness,” Justin coos at JC’s ear and nips at the thin lobe.

Tickled, JC flinches into the other body’s warmth. “No, baby. Let’s wait……….Let’s hold off ‘til later and, you know, make it that much better, that much more fucking explosive. Yeah?”

Justin shudders at the velvet-like whispers blanketing his eardrums and tingles with the solid heat in his arms. His breath hitching in his throat, he groans with hungry eagerness and slowly works his hardening crotch into JC’s ass.

“Fuck, why do I let you talk me into this shit?..........Is that like that tantric or whatever crap Sting’s into? Like you told me about? Where you hold back and let the horniness build and build until you can’t stand it any longer and then give in and fuck the holy hot hell out of each other?”

JC laughs. “Okay. In hillbilly terms, it’s something like that……….More like heightening the arousal and controlling it ‘til you’re ready to surrender to it……….making love on a higher, more aware level.”

Justin hugs him tighter and grinds against him seductively, not really listening to the deep words JC’s uttering, only the velvety sound of them floating out of his mouth. In dense, throaty, lusty rasps, he says, “Mine’s pretty damn heightened right now and aware as fuck of you……….I’m all for surrendering to whatever you want, baby. ASAP.”

“You’re missing the point entirely, Justin. Punk.” JC turns slowly around to face him. “So cut it out and play fair.”

Justin pretends to pout, still holding onto JC’s hips, and watches the subtle shifting of classic bone structure in his facial features. “I was just getting a, um, head start, if you know what I’m saying.”

“Yeah. Right. I know how you are……….You and your powers of restraint and patience. Sure.” JC smiles just a little and leans forward to brush Justin’s lips with his own, to lick warmly and quickly at their reddened fullness. “Go back to whatever you need to be doing this afternoon……….and think about me……….and about later,” he purrs.

Sucking in steamy, audible breathiness, Justin can’t help but press his mouth against JC’s and absorb more of the sweet taste and warm touch he’s been missing, craving. Unconsciously, he grasps the hips and massages with his palms.

“You’re just being mean and punishing me, baby.”

“Not yet, love. Not yet,” JC answers with that thick sultriness that drives Justin crazy, has been personally driving Justin crazy for over a year now. “Now go. Take care of that rank California baggage you brought along that you most definitely don’t need.”

Justin snickers. He’d already forgotten about Cameron. “Consider it done. And then when do we hook up again?”

“Well, aren’t you going to the big par-tay-slash-scavenger-hunt tonight?”

“Yes. If it gets me *you* afterwards.”

“You showing up alone?” JC raises a dark, lush eyebrow cynically.

“Duh, JC. I told you I’d make her disappear. I meant it.”

“Ah, my handsome boyfriend, the master magician……….Then shall I have the security boys drop me off at your hotel when we’re all done at the club?”

Even though it’s still hours away, Justin smiles in sweltering anticipation of the future rendezvous, and his erection twitches in his baggy shorts. *It’s been way too long since I had me some of what you’ve got.*

“I’m in the penthouse.”

“Of course you are.” JC smirks, and there’s still that mischievous twinkle taunting in the depths of his eyes as he slides his hands around Justin’s waist to close them around the firm, rounded ass. “I’ll bet it’s neat and tidy as fuck in there.”

“Of course. I’ll get you a keycard and pass it through Lons,” Justin moans with the lightweightness of feathers at JC’s touch.

“Can hardly wait.”

Justin bends toward him again and presses his lips to the tempting mouth one more time, swirling the tip of his tongue around the outer edges of the moist lips, savoring as much as he’s allowed intimate access to. “Forgive me, baby?”

“I guess so. *This* time,” JC concedes, because the madness has been melted away to mellowness. And desire. Oh, how he desires this delicious man/boy. And he closes his moist lips down around that darting tongue and barely sucks.

Justin winces at the wet-heat sensation and at the tingling, arousing urgency in his cock as JC grinds his own erection into Justin’s with slow, sensuous circles. “Still love me?”

“Oh, yessssssss.” JC knows he couldn’t deny it, even at gunpoint. Even when he’s bloody well pissed off as crap at him. Which he isn’t any longer.

“You are……….sinfully sweet.”

“That’s what all the boys say.” JC darts his own wet tongue forward to tease and toy with Justin’s, creating invisible sizzling steam, and dabbing at the tender corners just inside Justin’s mouth.

“And these little mind fucks you do to me……….nine hundred degrees of wicked, that would be you………..making me wait and shit when I’m hurting for you so much……….Pleeeze, Jayceee……….I don’t wanna hold off.”

“But you will. And you’ll thank me for it……….fine, sexy piece of ass.” JC squeezes and massages the tight, sculpted butt and groans.

“I want you……….now, baby.”

“Justin.” Somehow JC finds the strength to pull away from the warm mouth that begins to sleek down over his jaw and neck. “We made a deal. You want to be the one to break yet another one?”

“Grrrrr,” Justin growls and steps back, trailing a fingertip down JC’s cheek and over his damp bottom lip. “Beautiful. All over. You’re beautiful.”

As he forces himself to sashay across the room and just before he reluctantly pulls open the door to leave, almost as an afterthought, the younger lover whirls around at the last minute. “Jace, you got lotion or oil or some kind of protection, babe?”

Standing there admiring the unwilling retreat, JC’s whole face breaks into a surprised laugh. “J, Christ. Of course, I’ve got that stuff. And condoms too, of course. Plenty. Always. You think I wasn’t hoping we’d need them? Baby, please.”

Justin smiles but shakes his head. “No, no. Not lube, dork. Damn. You are just a hundred percent freak, aren’t you? I meant sunscreen crap with a *major* high SPF, man. Those rays are fucking brutal out there today. Be sure and rub some on, will ya? You know how sensitive your skin is. Be careful.”

JC waves him off with a backhand and another smirk. “Yeah, yeah. Just chill out. I’ve done this sunbathing thing before, ya know. I’m pretty sure I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah, okay. If you say so. I’m just trying to watch out for you. I can’t help it, you know.”

“Love ya, J. See you tonight.”



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