Part 9


“Oww! That hurts, asshole!” JC grumbled as Justin smoothed out thick globs of the greenish-white gel over his reddened back and shoulders.

“It does not, you big baby. You’re just being difficult. I’m going easy and careful, just for you. So be quiet. I’m almost done,” Justin whispered, standing behind him in the hotel room and relishing the feel of the warm, tight skin and the wall of muscles that quivered under his light touch.

“Then it’s cold,” JC muttered sullenly. “You could’ve at least heated it up in your hands first. Jesus. Inconsiderate much?”

Justin laughed softly. “You just want something to bitch about, don’t you, sweetness?”

“No. Would YOU want to feel like this?”

“I don’t suppose so. But if I did, I guess I could just fall asleep out in the blazing sun with ZERO sunscreen on for, oh, about half a damn day and fry my whole backside.”

“Smartass. Think you’re so fucking funny……….And you’re not.”

“You look like a piece of Christmas candy, baby.”

“Oh, thanks. Exactly what my self-esteem needed right now. You’re the best, J.”

Justin giggled again. “I’m just kidding. You know I love you. So stop being a pain in the ass now and tell me what’s *really* the matter. Why you so sulky all of a sudden, huh? Did I fuck up again?”

After a petulant little pause, JC spoke up, low and silky. “I don’t want to leave here.”

Justin smiled, envisioning the perfect little pout he knew JC was putting on right then. He understood completely. He didn’t want to leave here either — their happy, private love nest and refuge from the world. Especially not now, as he caressed the creamy substance into the flesh at the lower swoop of JC’s back and noticed how enticingly snug that denim hung around his slender, curved hips.

*Just so beautiful.*

“I know, baby. Me either. But at least it’s only for a few hours. And we’ll still be together all day anyways, won’t we?”

“In a PG version only, with all the juicy, raunchy parts edited the hell out.”

Justin laughed breathily again, and a single dark strand of JC’s clean, wavy hair moved in the breeze the puff of air created. Still slightly damp from the shower, it glistened in the lamplight, and Justin leaned in to take it between his lips and suck the holdout moisture from it. Silently, he inhaled the fresh fragrance of apricots lingering from the shampoo and longed for an uninterrupted span of hours when he could do the same thing to every inch of JC he’d just done to his lock of hair — slowly draw out the sweet liquid with his mouth.

“But not PG and family-friendly for long, C. We’ll be alone again pronto. And it’ll be……….worth the wait, awesome,” he hissed, his face so close to JC’s that he couldn’t resist a mouthwatering, wet-sliding kiss along his jaw line.

JC squirmed and giggled. “Stop it, you sicko! I hate it when you fucking slobber on me.”

“No, you fucking do not. Now hold your cute ass still while I get this last part down here at your lovely tan line. I want you to be totally comfortable out there today. And this shit helps.”

“Dude, I’m totally comfortable now, with your rough hands all over me and my cute ass.”

“Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

Justin laughed as he squatted down to rest on his haunches and tugged on the waistband of JC’s jeans to expose a few more inches of white flesh below the fiery equator of his burn. With a little extra gel on two of his long fingers, he tenderly massaged over the area at the small of JC’s back and from one smooth hip around to the other. Then, again unable to resist, he moved forward and held JC’s waist while he planted his mouth on the top of the crease between the fair, plump ass cheeks and gently probed the soft indentions there with his tongue, dipping down into the hot canyon as far as he could.

“What the HELL are you doing, Justin?” JC squeaked and squirmed again, but made no attempt to flee the soft, wet sensation.

“Slobbering on you, baby……….blowing your mind……….You’re too damn sweet to pass up,” Justin said in a whispery laugh as he stood and stepped around to face his lover once more.

“You’re a teasing little ho. Have I told you that yet today?” JC smiled and pulled Justin to him, loosely slipping his arms around Justin’s neck. “But I love you anyway. Because you make me shiver like hell.”

“And shivering is a good thing?” Justin kissed the inviting, plush mouth, shuddering a little himself.

“Justin shivering is. It’s the best.”

Justin groaned as JC began his patented slow grind into his crotch. “Well, that’s nice to know. Now stop that and lemme help you on with your shirt so we can get the hell outta here……….before I make us major late by tossing you down on that bed and having my way with you again. About 49 times.”

Sparks of lewd begging flared in JC’s pupils and glinted off his sultry smile. “Not unless you promise to do exactly that later, cupcake. *At least* 49 times.”

“Yesss,” Justin mewled. “Yes, I swear to God I will, baby. Yesss.”

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“Woohoohoo! Get a load of Princess J and Princess C, dudes!” Chris yapped excitedly, loud and shrill, when his squinted-eye radar picked up on Justin and JC casually sauntering into the clubhouse area about an hour and a half before game time. “Did somebody just crank up the thousand-watt bulbage in here, or are they fucking *glowing*? Check that shit out! Key-riist!”

“Yo, you are frighteningly disturbed, Kirkpatrick.” Joey said and shook his head.

“Yeah? Well, see for yourself, man.”

Joey glanced over in their direction and watched for a few seconds as both JC and Justin made their separate ways through the huge room, smiling at and greeting the random celebrities who hadn’t yet suited up and wandered out to the basketball arena. He snickered at the eye-catching procession and the stir it was generating as it flowed so smoothly toward where he stood. He’d so far pulled on the shorts of his uniform only, and the personalized jersey still hung neatly in his locker.

“Man, somebody finally got laid. TWO somebodies. And Ju’s face is gonna crack in half if that damn grin gets any wider. Holy Moly.”

“Yeah, man. And C looks like he just saw the face of God Himself he’s so lit up and radiant.” Chris declared and then craned his neck around to stare over at Lance who sat slumped lazily in a canvas chair in the corner near his own locker, still wearing his jeans and a tight-fitting muscle shirt.

“Yo, Bassman. Wake your dead boot-ay up and take a peek at this shit. The Ambiguously Gay Duo must’ve been dueting all night long.”

“Yeah, dude.” Joey turned to look over his shoulder and aim his attention at his sleep-deprived, drained-looking pal. He laughed again at Lance’s obvious misery. “What’s your major malfunction today, bee-atch? You can’t hang with the big dawgs when the partying and prankstering get rough? That your deal?”

“Blow me, Fatone.”

“Hahaha. You wish. Get up here and check out JC looking all sexified and shiny like YOU used to make him look, man.”

“Did I say ‘blow me, Fatone’ already?” Lance growled.

“Aww, poor Poofu. Did that boot-ay get a little too much action last night, Lance, baby? ‘Cause you sure look like you got ‘rode hard and put up wet,’ sugar pie,” Chris teased and then cackled in unison with Joey’s thick, bellowed guffaws as they high-five slapped palms in the air above Lance.

Lance hardly moved at all from his sprawled-slouch position in the chair — only raised his iced-lime eyes to glare a smirk at them and his two middle fingers to shoot a tapered and manicured bird for each. “Eat me, both of you losers. Why don’t you just stand up on the bench there and fucking OUT all three of us? Other people can her you, you know. Duh, dumbasses.”

“Oops! Somebody’s whoa-cranky this afternoon. Poor little cosmo-naughty. Joe, you got any spare Midol, man?” Chris quipped and widened his eyes dramatically.

“Naw, man. Kel took my last one. Sorry. And it ain’t like you haven’t been outing YOURSELF all weekend, Lancey-poo, you and your sweet little homies.”

Chris shot Lance a mock sympathetic smile. “Don’t lose hope, Bass. We’ll get you something for those cramps, hon. I’ll bet Baby J has some. He doesn’t need ‘em anymore, looks like from here.”

“Gigantic assholes,” Lance hissed and shook his head. Then he lifted his gaze again to the stunning lead couple approaching the NSYNC conclave of the dressing facility.

Optical illusion, maybe, but the dynamic energy they seemed to share emanated off both of them, surrounding them with an aura of being wholly together. Theirs was an affair — no, a relationship — to remember, a delicate balance between friends, lovers, and something infinitely greater than either, made for each other in a billion ways, sex being only one of them.

They hadn’t intended to arrive here at the center at the same time. In fact, they’d deliberately and discreetly left the Loews at different times, each of them meeting up with family and friends before heading over to the final event of the CFTC weekend. Fate had simply flung them together beautifully once again, arranging for them to show up in separate cars simultaneously, both of them unable to hide a small, pleased smile aimed in each other’s direction as they exited the respective vehicles.

“Whassup dawgs? Y’all ready to hit it today, you bunch of Knight sissy mofos? Ready to get your bloody arses stomped by me and Bass? ‘Cause you know you ain’t got no game unless you stopped and picked some up at the Wal-Mart Supercenter.” Justin — his grin as beaming and his eyes as twinkling as ever — dropped the small Nike bag he’d brought with him and playfully punched at Joey and Chris, who’d temporarily quieted down as the warm, rousing charisma of his personality filled their presence.

“Dude,” Joey tried to sound earnestly grim, blocking the air stabs at him with the upswing of his forearm. “It pains me a crapload to have to be the one to dis-A-ppoint you and your delusions of b-ball domination, but Bass here ain’t got game either today. In fact, he ain’t got jack.”

“Except maybe his dick in his hands,” Chris added quickly and then pretended to stifle a girlish snicker with a hand to his mouth.

“Yep. Take a look at him.”

Justin darted his eyes past them to where Lance sat glumly, and he saw that JC had already quietly walked over there during the free-flowing typical banter and had chosen a locker near Lance’s. “You all hung-over and icky, Lance, buddy? It’s like that, is it?”

Lance winced and nodded slowly. “Yeah. It’s SO like that. I feel like hell……….and Dumb and Dumber here are making it fucking worse. Imagine that.”

“Language, Bass. Tsk, tsk. Today’s Sunday, you know.”

“Fuck off, Chris.”

“Nice. That was a fine improvement.”

“Here. For what they’re worth. They helped mine. I feel lots better,” JC said softly after fumbling in his own bag and finding a bottle of Advil to hand to Lance.

“Thanks, man.” Lance took the offering and reached down for his Evian setting on the carpeted floor, groaning at the discomfort it brought on. “How’s your sunburn? Has Ju been basting you good?”

“Tolerable today, and that’s improvement. Lots. Not so much pain anymore. Yeah, thanks to J, I’m all greased up good.”

“And it’s gonna be a bitch when it starts to peel. You’d better keep him around for that part too. Don’t be ringing me up,” Lance laughed.

“Hey, Chasez, YOU feel lots better ‘cause of another reason entirely,” Chris interrupted. “And its name is NOT Advil.”

“Fuck. He’s at it again already,” JC mumbled, rolling his eyes and digging in his bag again, his back still to Chris. “I *know* I don’t even want to hear the rest of this toad talk.”

Justin had been seemingly cemented in his tracks, pleasantly watching as JC kindly gave Lance some relief for his suffering. Now he grabbed up his things again and shuffled over to the empty closet compartment next to JC’s.

Joey and Chris both watched the lovers’ hips and thighs sway so smoothly into each other as their forms naturally grazed side by side and their shoulders leaned in to brush together. Chris nudged Joey because it was undeniably lovely, even to them, to witness the tell-tale body language of their friends and easy to appreciate how-well connected they seemed to be.

But, true to his nature, Chris couldn’t resist a little more of his own brand of heckling. Who the hell knew when they’d all be this close again? He had to take full advantage of the opportunity, didn’t he? Wasn’t that his most fun responsibility? Why, yes. Absolutely. So he stepped closer to where JC and Justin stood and audibly cleared his throat.

“Ladies! Have you two been doing some ‘scoring’ on your own already? Say, like, before the game even starts? Been getting in some practice dribbling the ball? Or, shall we say, um, dribbling *on* some balls? Eh?”

Justin giggled, and JC slowly turned his head to give Chris a slantedly nonchalant look. “CK, dude. Please. It’s old. Put it to bed. Get yourself a big, strapping young stud to fuck your lights out, man, and stop day-dreaming about us. You’re embarrassing.”

“Aww, baby, don’t pay him no mind,” Justin laughed and swiped his fingers down JC’s arm gently. “He’s just hot for you and wants you to notice his……….um, what’s that your fans call it, Chrissy?”

“Wait. Time out. Clarification needed over here. He actually has fans? Like *live* ones? Other than the blow-up Barbies?” Lance spoke up finally and got in a retaliatory dig.

Still snickering, Justin turned his bright eyes on the others to explain. “He’s got two. Yeah, you right. All of two. And those TWO call it the ‘FKA’……….Fat Kirkpatrick Ass. Hahaha!”

Chris sneered back at them, as if they’d ambushed and cornered him. “*Fine*, you bratty little fuckwad. Not ‘fat.’ FINE Kickpatrick Ass.”

“Fine by whose standards, dude? The damn Humane Society? The Pillsbury Dough Boy?” JC asked, smugly and coolly, inspecting his uniform to make sure they’d spelled “Schizo” correctly for him.

Joey laughed, but Chris seemed non-affected. Or non-compliant. “Aww, you know you love me, Jay-ceeee.”

“Yeah, sure. And if you were a horse, we’d have put you down by now, man.”

In his bristling, electric mood, Justin found this excessively funny and slung an arm around JC’s neck and shoulders affectionately in his fit of snickers, pulling the two of them dangerously close together. JC was giggling too and put up no resistance to the rough embrace, falling helplessly into Justin. Joey grinned and leaned against the edge of locker, arms folded over his chest as if he were watching a home movie play out. Lance rolled his eyes lethargically and chugged more water.

Chris smirked. “Great. PDA all you want out there in front of thousands of people and all the frigging cameras too. I mean it’s not like anybody thinks either of you is STRAIGHT or anything, you homos.”

“Chris, man. Shut the hell up. You’re way too loud,” Lance groaned again from his seat.

Chris turned to him because JC and Justin were blissfully ignoring him, and Joey merely shook his head in response. “Oh. You’re still here? I figured you and the Chippendales you brought down here with you had boogied on off to Over The Rainbow. Hell, if you’re playing today, you’d best get that toned-up Bass buttocks in uniform, babe. You gotta be in it to win it.”

“Uniform THIS,” Lance hissed, surly _expression jumping off his face aggressively. “And get yourself some of your own business to mind, how ‘bout it?”

“Man, how much did I miss all this shit?” Chris prattled on quietly, mostly to himself, and then giggled.

But Joey heard him and nodded in agreement. “I’m with ya, dude. Me too. This kind of stuff is gold. Nothing will ever come close. Classic. And I miss it like hell.”

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“Dude, watch Justin,” Chris tried to whisper as he plopped down on the Knights sidelines next to Joey, but it came out more like a hoarse screech over the roaring hum from the full auditorium behind them. “Check him out checking out Chasez. Man, the wee tot is having himself some big-time self-control issues. Look, look, look.”

Joey sighed, bored. “You are too easily amused, CK.”

“Yeah, I know. Simple mind, simple pleasures. But this is kick-ass. Check it out.”

With much effort, Joey dragged his gaze off the svelte body of Shannon Elizabeth as she swaggered by him and searched around ‘til he located Justin. Then he shrugged, still apathetic.

“So what? Boy’s in love. Can’t take his blue eyes off his man. You new ‘round here or something, CK? You just now noticing that about them two?”

“No, man,” Chris hissed impatiently and moved closer for more privacy. “The li’l punk might be in love alright, but look at how those blue eyes are gawking at C today. That is pure, unadulterated, all-out burning LUST, I’m saying. He can’t sit still either, keeps bustling around everywhere, clowning around, even during timeouts.”

Joey studied Justin for a minute and smiled knowingly. “He’s all fidgety too, making fists every two seconds and shuffling his feet. Kills me when he gets like that.”

“Yep. He’s a long, tall drink of bundled sexual energy out there about to come unraveled.”

“Dude, they’ve been touchy-feeling all afternoon, giving each other the secret little looks and smiles and acting all giggly and shit. Hell, if *I* noticed it, then you know everybody else has too. It’s no big. The fans eat it up.”

Chris laughed, deviously. Then he lowered his voice again. “Yeah, yeah. But this is different. More intense. Watch Timberlake. He wants it so fucking bad, pun intended. He’s gonna pounce all over C.”

Joey sat up a little, glancing around. “What the fuck is he looking at anyway? What’s Chasez doing?”

“I dunno. Nothing, really. Just sitting on his ass down there next to some chick eating something.”

“Eating something? The hell?” Joey snapped back quickly, straining to see over the tops of heads and find JC. “Is he special now or what? The little shit. You see anybody *else* eating something? Man, I could use a chili-dog right about now too. Who does he think he is?”

“Joe, dude, it’s just fruit. Chill out. Stop bugging on him. Lonnie brought it out to him. I figured it was ‘cause of his sunburn and shit. You know, dehydration remedy and what not.”

“I’m just playing. Let the boy do what he wants.”

Joey spotted JC finally, and a slow, mischievous grin began to melt across his face. JC sat in his own chair, in his own pristine-white uniform, elbows resting on his knees, innocently biting off a mouthful of a banana, oblivious to everything other than the game going on in front of him, as if he was comfortable and used to being watched, talked about, admired.

Justin, who Joey could see standing in the backcourt and shifting his feet while waiting for the fast-paced action to come his way, kept flashing his gaping stare over at the sight as if he were powerless to do much else. Joey turned to JC again quickly, just in time to catch him licking clean a sticky morsel that clung to his bottom lip.

“Yep, CK. Boy’s got it bad. Horny as hell. Hurting for it. I swear he’s positively drooling. He’d probably give a mil to exchange places with that banana right now.”

“I think he’s in trance.”

“His eyes are glazed over, man. He’s gonna get beaned in the head with that damn ball.”

“Think C’s doing it on purpose? To torment him?”

Joey turned down the corners of his mouth and shook his head. “Nah. He’s too spacey for that. Not conniving enough. Dude’s just sitting at a game having himself a little snack. Without realizing he’s driving at least one person totally insane with mad, animalistic lust. Poor Baby J. Eaten up with it, so to speak. Haha.”

“Fifty bucks says Ju doesn’t make it, that he loses it and tackles C and molests him before the two-minute warning.”

“A hundred, dude, and I’m in.”

“You’re on.”

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Justin bit down sharply on his bottom lip with at least four front teeth and turned to strut off in the other direction, determined to stop looking over at JC across the court. The breathy sigh he meant to exhale out became a pained growl from his throat, but he barely heard it over the crowd noise rippling throughout the Office Depot Center arena. And that was every bit of excellent, he told himself as he kept walking away — fighting the bullheaded urge to turn and glance back there again, catching just one more time from the edge of his eye that image that kept threatening to buckle his knees and send him crashing to the floor — excellent that these supercharged crazy fans couldn’t hear his desperate little gurgled sounds nor could they detect the “massive, raging manhood throbbing between his legs,” as they’d call it in those whack cheesy fiction stories on the Internet. Thank goodness for his protective cup that was hiding his secret excitement so well.

Yeah, the hyper, cheering audience was mercifully unaware of his “growing” dilemma at the moment. They didn’t know that JC Chasez over there was toying with every one of his emotions — well, okay, not “emotions,” exactly; more like all-consuming carnal cravings — by chowing the fuck down on some fruit — of all damn luscious food choices, yeah — that Lonnie had snuck out to his sweet ass during the game like it was the most normal, everyday fucking occurrence ever to sit on the sidelines munching away on produce items.

And it wasn’t the fact of JC stuffing his pretty face that had Justin’s internal temperature jacked to the very core of the sun. No, fuck. It was *how* he was eating it……….how he was savoring it, enjoying the fuck out of every little bite of it, and probably bringing half the crowd in the stands to the edge of their seats with breathless anticipation as to what he might do next to that lucky-as-fuck piece of fruit.

Justin kept walking, picking up his pace to a slow trot. He’d ignore it, he decided, the sheer gorgeousness of it. He’d make himself believe JC had not a clue what he was doing to him, such as burning him alive from the inside out. Yes, he’d *have* to ignore it, or else he’d break and run across the court to where JC sat, very elegantly and very calmly devouring his own personal plate of fruit.

And, then, he’d devour JC.

Yes, that simple. The entire obscenely-decadent beauty of him.

The goddamn banana had been torturous enough. Watching JC slide that oh-so-fucking-phallic piece of elongated food between his dark red lips……….imaging that slick, warm suction around the length of your……….

Justin clenched and released a couple of tight fists quickly, looking for a suitable distraction on the Daze sidelines while he did his best not to stare stupidly at JC across the way — now disposing of a bloody damn peach……….slowly sinking his lips around it and teeth into its succulent, ripe flesh, lapping at the sweet, leaking nectar, cradling it in his warm palm, licking dripped juice from his fingers with erotic slowness, eyeing it with his full, desirous attention, making it last and last for his own salacious pleasure……….

Fuck, bloody fuck. Justin ached all over with hot, hot want. This morning’s delicious romp in the shower had been a mere sneak preview, a taste test for things to, well, come. A too-brief whetting of a tremendously voracious appetite.

“Lancers! Whassup? You still with us or sleep-dancing with that damn chair?”

Lance yawned languidly and then sighed as Justin’s lanky frame shimmied in next to him. “What time is it, J?”

“Not time for your spa nap yet, baby. Hang in there, ‘kay?”

“I’m hanging.”

“Hey, at least you look damn good even when you feel rank,” Justin offered and then laughed nervously.

Lance cut droopy eyes over at him. “You making fun of me, Timberlake?”

“No, man! I’m for real. You’re as hot as ever. I don’t know how the fuck you do it, bro. You didn’t hear these folks squealing for you like mad and coming in their panties when you got announced?”

Lance groaned. “Gross. That’s enough, man. Thanks anyway. Are we even winning out there?”

“Do you care?”

“Did I ask?”

“Whoa. Snarky, snarky. Don’t go all pissy attitude on me, dude. I didn’t make you feel crappy.”

“Sorry. Are we winning or losing? Just so I’ll know.”

Justin shifted around in his chair. “I dunno. I think we’re ruling……….I haven’t been focusing.”

“Wow. Weirdness. That’s not like you, J……….Wait……….Daydreaming again about a certain member of the other team?” Lance asked with a deep chuckle. “He certainly has been sparkly and happy all afternoon. Like he’s aglow or something. Hell, BOTH of you. I’ve been watching. Y’all are cute as hell……….all those flirty smiles and teasing with the little touches and fouling on purpose and stuff……….It didn’t get lost on me, no matter how dead I look.”

“Yeah, well, he’s fucking killing me……….eating over there.”

Lance laughed again, but with waves of understanding and empathy in the tone this time. “Oh, that. I saw. The fruit assortment. So very Josh. He’ll probably have some wine and cheese delivered next.”

“He’d better not. For his own fucking physical safety, he’d better not,” Justin mumbled.

“He’s sitting there sucking it up too, isn’t he? Like he’s got no idea he’s hypnotizing half the people in here doing that one simple thing……….I know where you’re coming from, Ju. Ask him about it later, and he’ll be all like ‘What? What’d I do? I wasn’t hurting anybody, minding my own business.’……….Yeah. Been there……….He’s evil. And blind to it every time.”

“He’s……….mesmerizing,” Justin whispered, his gaze wandering back to the vision of JC.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lance said, starting to lose interest. Then he switched topics entirely. “Hey, Trace is looking for you, man. Have you run into him lately?”

Justin rolled his eyes and leaned backward. “Nope. And don’t really want to either. I’m sure he’s here somewhere with what’s-her-face.”

“Elisha.”

“Whatever. He just wants to yack on and on about Cameron bugging him ‘cause she can’t bug ME.”

“Oh,” Lance paused, remembering. “So what was up with Miss Public Girlfriend getting up in Josh’s face Friday before she left town? Scoping out his hotel and everything? Stalkerish, if you ask me.”

Justin’s upper lip curled reflexively, and he sat up straight in his chair, turning sharply to squint at Lance. “What did you just say?”

Lance snickered and shook his head. “Shit. How very Josh again. Not letting it get to him and not bothering you with it either……….Sorry, man. I thought you knew.”

“She went over there?” Justin almost yelled, flames in his eyes now. “And talked to him? About WHAT? What the fuck does she have to talk to him about?”

Lance bumped Justin’s bouncing leg with his own, to settle his friend. “It was nothing, Ju. Don’t call nine-one-one or anything. She was just trying to intimidate him, from what he told me. And who knows why? A little jealous, maybe? I don’t pretend to understand chicks, hell. But it’s over. All cool now. He took care of it……….Don’t worry ‘bout it. Go back out there and wow and dazzle ‘em some more……….It’ll be over soon, and you get sparkly, giddy, mesmerizing — oh, and fruity — JC all to yourself later as a reward.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Justin seethed, took in a few forced deep breaths, and let them out again. “Bitch.”

“Justin. Not worth it, babe.”

“I know. I’m good. I’m good.”

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Justin could sit there and calmly pretend that he was “good” and all was “cool.” But the simple fact was that he couldn’t deny that the news about Cameron approaching JC so brazenly behind his back had unnerved him. There just wasn’t an explanation for it. This “thing” with her was becoming more and more complicated and unpredictable than it was ever meant to be. Lance had been right: not worth it at all. And he didn’t need the extra hassle in his life right now to have to deal with. Especially not this weekend when “dealing with shit” was to be put on hold so that he could enjoy some playtime. With JC. Which reminded him……….

His eyes were riveted back across the court to the other team as the loud buzzer announced a timeout. His gaze wandering over and past the juvenile antics of Chris and Joey, who were grinning at him like coked-out hyenas, he finally spotted JC again who had stood up and now walked toward the backstage area to deposit his used plate.

The heart-racing possibilities of what *could* happen in the next few minutes that his fevered brain kept throwing up for him to view were all Justin needed to rechannel his thoughts and energies off his dull, stressing fake relationship on to his intense, electrifying real one. He jumped up quickly, rather instinctively, and jogged off in the direction he’d seen JC go.

He’d be back to entertain the fans soon. He’d give them their money’s worth. After a short, needed break.

Watching JC eat had been particularly “entertaining” for him — quite palatable, to say the least — and had made him a little hungry too. No, a LOT hungry. No, a LOT starving.

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“Pay up, dude! A cool one hundred Washingtons, man!” Chris leapt out of his seat spastically and slapped Joey on the back.

Joey wrinkled his nose into a smirk. “Settle down already. You’re worse than Bri, damn. You don’t know he’s going back there to hump Chasez, man. He could be just taking a piss.”

“Yeah, right. And THEN to hump Chasez. Give it UP, Fatone! Did you see that look in his eyes? And Jace IS looking pretty humpable today. Can’t blame the kid for wanting another helping of that.”

Joey turned and leered up at him, half frowning. “Yo, I think you need to hump Jace yourself and get it over with, pervert. You’re in, like, an ocean of denial about being sweet on him. Timberlake’s gonna kick your elfin ass, and I’m gonna sell tickets to it.”

“Fuck off, Joe. Just ‘cause you’ve been crushing on that Bass ass for years now, you think everybody’s got a little sugar in their blood. Wrong. Hand over my bills, man.”

“Not ‘til I see those two again, bro. Take it from somebody who actually HAS sex, CK. I’ll be able to tell if they’ve been boinking back there.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Good, clean, family fun for all.”

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“No, no! This one down here, Jace! C’mon. It’s right around this corner, I think,” Justin panted and tried to keep his voice down so that it wouldn’t bounce off the austere walls of this wide hallway in the maze of passages behind the arena.

“Where are we going and why?” JC snickered and allowed himself to be pulled along by the arm (exactly as he’d allowed himself to be caught up with) by his seemingly desperate boyfriend.

“There’s a john down this way, I’m pretty fucking positive. One that should be empty and perfect.”

“Perfect for what, J? Won’t they miss us both out there? The game’s not over yet, ya know.”

“They won’t miss us. This won’t take long. Hurry, Jace! C’mon,” Justin hissed and tugged roughly on the bicep in his grip.

“Well, damn. Where’s the fire then?”

“Between my legs. And you know good and fucking well *why*.”

JC giggled again. “I swear I don’t, Justin. Fill me in, man.”

“Um, I’ve been fantasizing about filling you in all day, mister,” Justin muttered from deep in his throat and shoved the door of the bathroom open with his shoulder. As it gave way so that they could fall inside, he moaned — not from the exertion pressure on his shoulder, but from JC swiping a hand over his ass and grabbing warmly.

The room he dragged JC into was not only vacant but dark too. Justin fondled along the wall for a light switch and sighed when he found it and illuminated JC’s radiant face smiling at him. His shoulders barely against the smooth stucco surface behind him, JC let his silver-blue hooded eyes travel slowly over Justin’s features for mere seconds as Justin stood so close to him, chest to chest, still panting.

“You have naughty things in mind,” JC whispered.

“What gave me away, baby?” Justin sighed back.

JC reached up and grazed the moisture above Justin’s top lip. “I fucking love it when that pretty mouth sweats.” Inserting the finger between his lips and licking the shiny saltiness off then, he made a small wincing sound. “Hmm. Delectable.”

“You’ve been making me sweat all afternoon, sexy demon that you are,” Justin whispered, watching that bewitching mouth as it slid over the slim finger.

“What’d I do, babe?”

“Drove me outta my fucking head having your little game-side feast over there……….so NOT fair, Jace. You’re cruel.”

Justin slapped one large hand on the wall beside JC’s head and smoothed the other one down the front of JC’s soft jersey, over his chest and abdomen. Hovering nearer, only inches separating them, their hushed puffs of breath collided in the air between them.

JC laughed, as soft and sultry as calf’s skin leather. His words were brushed linen as he touched Justin’s bottom lip with a gentle fingertip. “Ah, c’mon, babe. I didn’t know my captive audience would be as gorgeous as THE Justin Timberlake. I would’ve tried, um, harder. Because, damn, talk about sexy creatures……….”

His skin bristling with the high-charged static of low-end lust, his heart pounding in his cock, Justin folded. He’d held back long enough and couldn’t find the willpower to hold back any longer. He groaned as he latched onto JC’s hips and swung him around to the nearby sink, vaguely mindful still of his injured back skin. JC moved with him fluidly, slinging his arms around Justin’s neck and sighing as Justin leaned him against the porcelain surface and dove into him face-first.

His mouth on JC’s, sinking in and sucking at and savoring the way JC had treated the peach, Justin was almost sure he could taste the sweet, warm juices on JC’s lips and inside his mouth. And it fueled his powerful appetite more, urging him to slide his mouth over JC’s jaw and down to his neck, greedily hungry for more, aggressively groping for as much of JC’s flesh as he could get his hands on and press his body against.

“Fuck, Justin,” JC whimpered, running his own hands over and over the tall body that slithered and slinked on him. “Makes me wanna cream my shorts when you’re all take-control like this, love……….Christ, you feel good………Is the door locked, babe?”

“There’s not a lock on it.” Justin’s voice was muffled, his face buried in JC’s throat and his right hand slipping into the front of JC’s silky uniform bottoms, further down past the elastic band of the mesh jock-lined boxer briefs, and closing around the thick erection they had previously concealed. “I checked. So I guess we’re free-balling now.”

“Fuck,” JC groaned, the huge, hot hand holding him……….squeezing, massaging, pumping. “What if we get caught?”

“Baby, you’re so hard,” Justin whispered the obvious, ignoring the rhetorical, and continuing to kiss the exposed tanned biceps fiercely and stroke and shaft in his fist. “We just gotta……….hurry.”

“Move, babe……….Shift positions with me, J,” JC hissed, shoving his pelvis against Justin, hands grasping his ass, trying to turn him. “I’m……….still……….hungry……….and you deserve some relief after being so……….tortured and deprived. ‘Kay?”

Justin growled his response when he found himself suddenly ass-flat against the sink, clutching at the smooth edges of white porcelain as JC crouched down in front of him and yanked the blue shorts and tight thin jock strap over his hips. He groaned again as the aching hard-on sprang free and he felt JC begin to slowly lick up the underside of it ‘til he reached the wet, slicked head.

“Fuck, sweetness……….your mouth……….Damn……….Suck me……….please.”

JC did. Suck him. From the head down to the base. Tightly. Hotly. Wetly. All in one slurping gulp. Over and over. Stroking the round end with the tip of his tongue. Slippery, warm suction Justin knew he could never get anywhere else this damn good.”

“Too fucking hot, Jace……….That’s……….so……….good.”

And, suddenly, JC stopped. And stood up.

“What the fuck? Why’d you……….” Justin gasped, his eyes heavy and wide.

“Fill me in,” JC purred, sweltering glare and half smile driving back at Justin.

“What?”

“You said you’d been wanting to fill me in, big boy……….So do it……….Oh, and I’ll need the sink back, if you please……….to hold onto when you take charge again……….Please hurry, bitch……….Take my ass.”

Justin laughed huskily. “It’s mine, baby. All mine. You think you lubed me up enough?”

“Let’s rip it and see.” JC winked and patted Justin’s thigh. “Move it, babe. Change of choreography, and not a lot of time.”

Justin couldn’t believe his staggering luck. Five minutes or less in this out-of-the-way men’s room with JC, under the Challenge basketball game and tons of people, and here he was already pushing into the sweet, hot tightness of him like there was nobody else around anywhere. Exactly what he’d been dreaming of doing for hours.

He held JC’s waist and massaged his hips as he moved in and out, the tension and desire heightened sensuously by the rush and risk factors. He heard himself grunt every time JC squeezed down around him, feeling the trembling from JC’s body as he jerked himself off above the cool porcelain.

It was hot. It was satisfying. It was greater than great, greater than the greatest. It was JC — what he’d needed.

“I’m gonna come, sweetness……….I can’t wait……….You ready?”

“Fire in the hole, J. You’re doing everything I need, babe……….So close……….Yessss……….Fuck……….Justin.”

Justin let JC’s orgasm quake through him and vibrate up and down his cock before he snarled as his own blast burned over him. “Jesus………damn!”

The most overwhelming game strategy of the entire afternoon. Even if it had “come” in a non-descript men’s room with their shorts down around their ankles covering their pricy sneakers.

“You still love me……….after I violated you like an animal in a very public place?” Justin panted, still throbbing inside JC.

“Hmm. I think so. Didn’t I beg you too?”

“You did. After I kidnapped you and dragged you down here.”

“You hear me complaining?”

Justin laughed. That didn’t sound like complaining to me.”

“Complaining comes when you won’t give me a repeat performance.”

“Ah, baby……….I’ll always give you more. I love you.”

“Me too. Lotsa love, Ju……….You think we’re missed yet?”

“Get your game face back on, sweetness. We’ll go and find out.”

“More later, my love?”

“Baskets and baskets more, C. At least 48 repeat performances. Promise.”



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