One Time Only


You’re contagious
Touch me, baby
Give me what you got
Sexy baby, drive me crazy, drive me wild
— The Isley Brothers

“C’mon, Ju. Wake up, baby. You look too sexy lying there all alone doing that little snoring thing you do. Wake your ass up, Sleeping Beauty.”

With slow-motion clarity, Justin began to emerge from his nap and then simultaneously began to realize how all of his senses were being filled to the brim — no, overwhelmed — by the one man on Earth he could honestly and lovingly call his very own.

JC

JC’s long, lean body pressed against him from behind, grinding into him with warm determination……….JC’s strong arm snug around his waist, fingertips brushing over and pinching his hardening nipples through the T-shirt Justin wore……….JC’s soft, wet mouth nuzzling his neck greedily, sharp teeth nipping at his earlobe and a firm tongue swiping over his sensitive flesh there……….JC’s hot, moist breath caressing his ear as the feathery familiar voice coaxes and promises, dancing tingles and shivers all up and down Justin’s awakening body.

JC all around him, completely surrounding him, centering his tiny Timberlake world. And Justin couldn’t readily think of a better place in all the universe for JC to be. He smiled with heavy eyelids and a mere glint of white enamel and sank backward into the hard body he knew well and loved dearly. How cool and different was this — that JC was the one drawing him out of slumber this time and not the other way around?

“C, man, whassup? I don’t snore……….And I thought you had a meeting with Johnny.”

“I did……….Been there……….Done it……….Playtime now……….with you,” JC whispered onto his flesh in between damp kisses and shoved himself closer to Justin’s stretched-out form.

Justin felt the tightening reaction in his groin, and he guessed his pulse had already topped out over its normal speed too. This aggressive, super-charged, sexed–up JC didn’t come around often enough for Justin’s taste. No, sir. He liked this side of his boyfriend, even if the aftershocks were sometimes slightly painful — after this “randy surge of energy” had happened the last time, Justin had found himself wincing and biting his lower lip whenever he sat down the next day. Yes, ouch.

But he hadn’t minded, hadn’t complained. And JC had, of course, noticed his discomfort and spent an exquisite half hour that night in bed “nursing” the sore, abuse little opening with his gentle tongue and plump lips until Justin was gasping and begging for release. So, quietly, JC had risen from between his spread legs and massaged a mixture of his own saliva and Justin’s oozing stickiness up and down Justin’s stone-hard cock just before sitting down on it and taking the full length of it up inside his narrow depths.

The rocking, sliding, and squeezing that had followed had been enough to hurl Justin into a blinding whirlwind of an orgasm, and he’d pulled and stroked JC into the passionate, swirling chaos with him.

“I’m sorry I got too rough and hurt you last night, love,” JC had sighed out to him as they lay against each other’s sweaty chests moments later.

“Nah. I’m not, baby. I’m just glad it’s always this damn good.” Justin had tightened his grip around the toned body next to him and massaged muscles under the flesh of the upper arm.

JC’s thin fingers had slithered down Justin’s jaw line. “It’s always this damn good because we care,” had been his soft, wise response.

Ah, and Justin had fallen asleep happy that night. Happier than he could ever remember being. JC could bludgeon his asshole fiercely and without mercy one night, driving Justin into mystical, faraway lands of erotic pleasure he’d never known existed before, and then make love to him with a tender gracefulness and whisper caresses of honest, true emotion over his skin the next night.

JC was all-around pleasing to Justin. He had all the bases covered when it came to blowing Justin’s mind. And this capable, beautiful JC was *his*. All his.

He breathed in JC’s scent now, still lying in his active embrace. “You been drinking, babe?”

“So what does that mean? I can only show some desire for my lover when I’ve been drinking?” JC mumbled in Justin’s short-curled hair, his roaming hand slipping up under the T-shirt now.

“No. I just smell tequila. And I know tequila gets your engine racing.”

“Just for you, you sexy fucker. Only for you.” JC growled next to Justin’s ear, causing the skin of Justin’s taut abdomen to tremble under JC’s soft, exploring touch.

“Who’d you have tequila with, Jace?” Justin began to roll over to face him, wanting suddenly to taste the tangy liquor on those lips that assaulted his neck.

“God, I fucking love that groggy voice of yours,” JC murmured, keeping the heat of his own body as close to Justin’s as possible. “It usually means you’ve got a delicious hard-on to go along with it. So lemme see……….Hmmmm……….Yesssss……….That’s my boy.”

Justin groaned and closed his eyes in response to the flattened palm that slid over his growing erection, which now pushed a bit uncomfortably against his boxers. “Jaccccccce……….You’re gonna kill me.”

“No, I’m not, baby. I’m gonna make you feel good.” JC closed his hand around the warm bulge and slowly began to move it upward.

Justin then opened his pale blue eyes to the stunning power of the darker blue ones at his face and reached up to the back of JC’s neck to pull that slick, inviting mouth to his own. JC’s tongue darted in between Justin’s lips as their tender cushions of flesh glided over each other, and Justin’s tongue smoothed over the other one, tracing along all the exposed wet surfaces of his lips in order to savor that fragrant tequila residue blended with the sweetness of JC.

When he pulled back to gulp in some air, he still held JC’s neck and thumbed over the thin narrow stubble of beard as he watched the sparkle of those eyes he could lose himself in. JC panted with the depth and intensity of the kiss.

“You gonna tell me who you had drinks with?”

“Shots. Wade. Why? Jealous much, Golden Boy?”

Justin grinned. Brightly and smugly. And his hips arched slowly into the grasp that pumped him. “Nah. I know you better’n that. Besides, Wade’d be easy to chop up in little pieces and stash in the trunk of my car.”

“You’d do that for *me*?” JC asked with a hushed thickness as he kept pace with the up-and-down rhythm his fist was enjoying.

“I might. And then I’d grudge-fuck you so hard all night long ‘til you couldn’t walk the next damn day.”

Agonizingly slow, JC swept his wet tongue out over his lips, leaving a trail of silky moisture. “Sounds heavenly,” spoke the lust welling up in him.

“We gotta get outta these damn clothes” didn’t even need to be voiced. It was an obvious given that screamed in the air around them as they thrashed about, clumsily yanking off each other’s garments and slinging them wherever they landed.

The heated and anxious tangle of limbs started off in a face-to-face format — hands groping biceps and pecs, mouths attacking throats and chests, hips and legs colliding and entwining — but eventually ended up rather opposite of that position, in more of a head-to-groin posture. And, from the sleek, wet sounds of sucking and moaning that wafted through the room now, neither of the two cared to protest the situation at all.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Lance made his way alone down the hotel corridor and almost stumbled with the dizziness. Strangely, he felt disoriented or fuzzy — almost as if he’d just awakened from a long dreamed-filled sleep or perhaps as if he was coming down with the flu.

He was sure he hadn’t had *that* many shots of tequila with Wade down in the bar — Wade who’d looked and sounded as if he’d had quite a few before Lance had wandered up on him by accident. But if that’s how choreographers liked to spend their afternoons off, then that was okay by Lance. Lord knows he’d done his own share of “wasted” off days.

Wondering if he should maybe call for some room service food to clear his head and not particularly paying much attention to what he was doing, Lance turned down the handle on the door and trudged into the room. When he did so and the door latched shut behind him, two blazing thoughts rose up to the forefront of his mind and disturbed him enough to freeze him dead-still where he stood and close down his pulse……….

1) He absently hadn’t even put a keycard into the lock outside, and yet the door had mysteriously opened anyway.

2) This wasn’t even his room. It was JC’s and Justin’s.

*This is too fucking surreal. I’ve GOT to be still dreaming*

The lovers hadn’t heard him enter, and he was trapped in invisible cement standing there watching them. Mesmerized by the raw beauty of their joined naked flesh and the genuine enjoyment their pleasuring each other was giving them.

In the past year or so since they’d announced to the inner circle that they were together, Lance had witnessed their physical affection in the confines of the group many times. Everyone was accustomed to the “lead couple” by now, and it hardly fazed any of them any longer to walk into the Quiet Room and find the two all huddled together in one loving lump on an end of the couch while JC read a book and Justin busied his fingers in the dark wavy hair and watched “SpongeBob SquarePants”on the tube.

But — and Lance gulped in a huge rush of air — he’d never seen them like this: The nude, perfectly-muscled bodies stretched out one against the other and shimmering with a glow of fine perspiration brought on by their unified writhing and vigorous mouthing of each other’s hardened, slick organs. A gorgeous sight, in Lance’s opinion.

*Poetry — alive, swelling, moving in tandem*

“Time out, baby. We’ve got company,” JC rasped out and patted Justin’s hip.

Lance was snapped out of his state of shock but still couldn’t speak when he realized JC’s bottomless blue eyes had looked up and focused on him.

“Who the fuck is it, Jace? And how the fuck’d they get in here?” Justin groaned with the sudden interruption and the ache in his erection.

JC propped himself up on one elbow and smiled coyly at their visitor. “Well, looks like our Tourist of the Day is none other than Mr. Lance Bass. And how the fuck he got in here is something he’ll have to clue us in on himself……….unless the speech center of his brain didn’t just shrivel up to dust, which is what his expression looks like.”

Justin groaned again from the other end of the bed and raised his head up. “Scoop? What are you doing in here, man? I was so close to coming, dawg!”

“Sorry,” Lance finally hoarsed out. “I somehow thought this was MY room……….and the door was unlocked. I swear……….It’s all really freaky.”

“Well, it’s not like you’ve never seen it before, dude. This ain’t something new to you, now is it?” Justin winked at him and used the back of his hand to wipe his damp forehead.

“Um, I’ve never seen *this* before……….you two……….And I’m not a voyeur or anything like that. Honest……….I don’t know what’s going on. I really don’t.”

“A *what*?” Justin squinted the pale blue eyes, now clouded with want, confused.

“Someone who gets off on secretly watching other people doing it, baby,” JC answered calmly and brushed Justin’s thigh again. “Maybe Lance was led in here by some weird cosmic force. Maybe he’s *supposed* to be here. Maybe this is all fate messing with us.”

“Um, what are you babbling ‘bout, JC?” Lance’s voice was low and quiet now, but apprehensive and still uncertain. It hadn’t occurred to him yet to simply turn and leave.

“Dude said he’s not a voy-your or whatever, yo. He’s not into watching. How can it be fate, C?”

JC smiled the knowing smile. Then, slowly, seductively, he leaned his head down and trailed the tip of his tongue up the length of Justin’s cock, making it jerk against his lips and making Justin flop back down on the sheets and moan.

“Fuck, Ceeeeeeee.”

“All I’m saying is that……….maybe……….if Lance hung around……….he could do more than just watch.”

“No, JC. That’s just wrong.” Lance spat out the response hurriedly, though his own dick had undeniably come to life with singeing flames and throbbed now to get out of his pants.

“What do *you* say, Ju, baby?” JC tortuously licked up the shaft again.

“Hmmm……….We hadn’t even considered the Bassman in the equation, had we?” Justin answered after sighing and bucking his crotch toward JC’s teasing mouth.

Yes, they’d discussed, off-hand, once or twice, the possibilities of a third sex partner. Maybe just once. To see what it might be like.

“And I always thought he was a sexy little fuck,” Justin answered with a snicker.

“Yeah……….me too.” JC’s deep eyes took in Lance’s full form from top to bottom. And there was the mere hint of his wet tongue sneaking out to dab at his top lip.

“You two……….You’re fucking crazy……….You, you……….can’t be serious!” Lance stammered, his cheeks flushed and his cock twitching every time he glanced at JC’s lips.

“Hmmm……….and that’s quite a serious enlargement there in your tight little package,” JC noted and blinked with syrupy slowness as he dropped his gaze to Lance’s crotch.

“Get his fine ass over here, Jace. Enough with all that yapping. I’m horny as hell,” Justin whimpered.

“C’mon, Lance. You know you want to,” JC urged him soothingly.

“No. I can’t. Not with you two.”

“Why not? Have we got leprosy or something?”

“No……….It’s just that……….you’re a real couple.”

JC smiled. “And we will be still after this……….C’mon. One time only. We’re cool with it.”

“Why me?”

“Because I wanna see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my long-ass dick. And I wanna feel how good you can *suck* it,” Justin snarled and then added a wicked laugh.

Lance swallowed hard and kept his eyes on JC’s calm face. “Got yourself a real romantic charmer there, don’tcha?”

“Don’t mind him. He just needs to come. He’s really very sweet in the bedroom.”

“I *taste* sweet too, Bass. Get your fine ass over here.”

Lance paused. “I don’t wanna……….get in the middle of……….you know……….mess anything up. Not my style.”

JC’s softened eyes drew him in. “You won’t. We’re *inviting* you. It’s all good. You’ll see……….Step closer.”

As Lance advanced to the side of the bed, he realized that the “lead couple” apparently had some sort of lovely unspoken communication between them that caused them to simultaneously rouse themselves and come to meet him at the bed’s edge where they proceeded to tear off his clothes and prepare him to join them. He pulled off his own shoes and socks while they covered/smothered his body with their juicy mouths and grabby hands.

Lance felt his knees buckle under him as Justin flicked a tongue tip over and over each of his nipples and rubbed his still-slick, still-hard cock against Lance’s thigh. And he moaned when the steamy suction of JC’s mouth engulfed the thick head of his penis and gradually sucked him into the wet recesses while JC’s palm cupped and caressed his aching balls.

This, yes, this was absolutely a fantastical dream. Couldn’t be really happening……….No.

“Damn, Jace. This piece is HOT, isn’t he?” Justin muttered against the firm heaving of Lance’s chest and then lapped his way down the salty-sweet center of Lance’s smooth stomach to the trail of brownish hair that would lead to his crotch.

“Fuck. Yes, he is, babe……….And he’s *ours* for a while.” JC groaned as he pulled his lips off the long, plump organ in one final, slow, tasty swipe, flickering the tip of his tongue around the reddened tip to get every warm, thick drop that leaked out.

“Lay back down, Ju, with your head up this way. Need a pillow?”

“Nah. I’m good.”

“Ah, yes, you are……….Lance, you get up here on your hands and knees. Let him have a taste, if ya don’t mind,” JC quietly orchestrated and winked a smile over to Justin.

“I don’t mind a-tall,” Lance panted and willingly straddled Justin’s mid-section, with his hardness protruding out in front of him.

“C, baby,” Justin giggled. “What kinda whack moves you got planned? You got hidden talents. My kinda man. I never knew you were so good at the choreography thing.”

“Well, Wade sure as hell couldn’t do it right now. The guy’s drunk off his butt down in the hotel lounge,” Lance said.

“Yeah, I saw ‘im too,” JC muttered and grinned down at Justin below him now. “But I couldn’t hang with the Twirl Boy long ‘cause I had something far better waiting for me at home.”

“C’mere. That looks awfully painful,” Justin whispered and reached up to bring JC’s jutting erection to his lips.

JC complied and grunted when the warm wetness sucked him in and Justin’s tongue swirled around his length. He watched as Lance bent over and lowered his mouth to Justin’s jerking crotch and couldn’t exactly see Lance’s lips close over the bulbous head but could definitely feel the satiny moans of approval from Justin as they vibrated from Justin’s mouth all up and down his cock.

“Oh, shit……….Suck it……….Yeah, that’s so good,” Justin groaned and released JC, who backed up and watched in a hungry sort of awe as Lance’s smooth, thick body curved elegantly over the stretched-out rippling length of Justin’s and took the swollen shaft in and out of his mouth expertly.

Absently, JC fluttered his fingertips down Lance’s spine and over the rounded cheeks of his ass. And he didn’t think twice about what he’d do next.

Justin, who still grunted almost unintelligible obscenities at the repetitious suctioning action Lance was giving his erection, must have sensed JC’s plan when JC moved to the nightstand for the necessary “party favors.” Justin had reached up to grab Lance’s hips and pull his rigid organ to his mouth for some reciprocation and now eased off of it to encourage JC.

“Yeah, go at him from the rear so I can see it all from down here, C. That’ll be killer. And I’ll suck him off at the same time. We’ll rock his little world, baby.”

“Sound okay to you, Lance?” JC asked, just to make sure, although he figured he already knew what Lance would answer. He’d retrieved the gel and now repositioned himself behind Lance as he rubbed some of it between his fingers.

Lance lifted his mouth off Justin long enough to moan at the sensation of Justin swallowing his length in and to respond to JC. “Works for me.”

The wet, smacking noises were working for JC, making his own dick throb, and he tore the foil condom packet open with his teeth. Then he gently slid his slickened fingers down the passage between Lance’s cheeks, slowly, up and down.

Lance gasped around Justin’s shaft and shoved backward as much as he could to get more of JC’s touch. When the middle digit sank into the small opening and began to gently slide back and forth, Lance groaned again and let his teeth scrape up over Justin’s hardened flesh.

“Fuck him, Jace. He’s about to suck it all right outta me, man.”

JC could wait no longer. The insistent fire in his groin was blazing and about to burn him alive. He moved closer and teased Lance’s muscled entrance with the sheathed and lubricated head of his cock until Lance was bucking backward in anticipation again. Then he took hold of the firm hips and pushed through the little barrier into a tight heat that instantly closed around him and urged him inward.

Shuddering with how intensely warm and good it felt, he began to drive in and out with slowly increasing momentum. Lance must have responded to the stiff penetration by clamping down all of his sucking motion on Justin because, within a minute or two, Justin was clutching the backs of Lance’s thighs and arching his hips upward as his powerful orgasm shook through him.

“Oh, damn! Shit, yesssssss!” he hissed.

And the passion in his voice washed over JC, bringing a hot ache to his balls and sending him closer to the brink. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Lance wasn’t capable of many lucid thoughts at this point. But, if he had been, he still wouldn’t have been able to decide which was doing more for him — Justin’s eager lips and tongue sliding like moist velvet all up and down on his cock or JC’s hard heat gliding in and out of him from behind. The ecstatic combination seared Lance inside and out and built up a gigantic release in him that surged higher and higher until he could no longer control it.

JC hitting sensitive spots up inside and Justin squeezing on his heavy sack, Lance shivered and cried out when the tidal wave flooded over him and poured himself into Justin’s waiting mouth, still tasting Justin in his own.

JC had held on as long as he could. Now, after listening to Justin’s sexy grunts and groans of pleasure and feeling Lance tighten down around his erection inside, he knew he was a goner. With a few more plunges into the snug warmth of Lance’s opening, he surrendered to the wall of flames and came so hard that his knees weakened and jellied.

“Fuck,” he snarled and exhaustedly eased out of Lance to fall onto the bed beside Justin.

Lance claimed the small space that was left on the mattress and collapsed as well while sighs and panting were the room’s only sounds.

“You okay over there, Bass?” Justin asked softly after a while.

“Very.”

“Sure, Lance?” JC raised up to look over at him.

“I’m sure. I feel hungover as hell, but it’s good.” Lance was suddenly aware that they were asking him more than just how felt. So he added, “And as long as you’re both still cool with this thing, then I am.”

JC turned his head to face Justin. “You still cool, baby?”

“I’m good to go, C. You know me……….Think I need another nap now, though.”

“Me too. See, Lance? What’d I tell ya.”

Lance considered saying, “Thank you,” but decided it would be too corny and unnecessary. So he just tossed a hand in the air and let it fall. “This was……….awesome.”

JC smiled. “I agree……….Now I think we’re gonna crash for a while. Just let yourself out when you get ready……….Ju, hand me a tissue, babe. I gotta get rid of this condom mess.”

Lance had intentions of getting up and dressing and leaving as soon as he completely caught his caught his breath again. But he ended up dozing off as quickly as the lovers did.

When he awoke, he wondered for the second time that day if he’d been trapped in some soundless, vivid dreamscape where everything is glimmering and beautiful.

At the other end of the bed, Justin hovered above JC, moving slowly and rhythmically over him, in him, intently watching JC’s face below him as they loved each other quietly and in harmony, as if only the two of them existed. Lance blinked but still couldn’t determine where one writhing, glistening body ended and the other began.

As silently as he could, Lance eased off the bed and threw on his clothes quickly. Then he unlatched the mysterious door that had allowed him into this erotically gorgeous otherworld in the first place and stepped back into his own reality, knowing he’d be dazzled by the memories for a long time to come.



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