[Thursday, 12/12/02] One long, lanky, well-toned body slides over another one, warm and slick, and then thuds onto the firm mattress under them, huffing short gasps of breath in and out quickly. Muscles still charged and tense, one lean leg remains entwined between the two belonging to the other body, and one possessive arm still lays draped across a writhing chest, which heaves for air of its own. Sticky groin pressed snugly into slender hip, sprinting heartbeats begin to slow down to a strumming rhythm, and softened voices find their way to the mellow atmosphere. “Jace……….baby……….that was awesome.” “It’s always awesome……….with you.” “With me? How is it with everyone else?” A thick, dark-blonde eyebrow arches, imitating a half-moon, more bemused than suspicious. “There’s no one else……….always only you.” “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear.” “I know exactly what you like to hear,” the older, well-trained voice says confidently, in a shower of liquid velvet. “You gasping out my name while I do naughty things to you and make you see God.” “Seeing God and calling out *your* name. How ironic.” “Yeah. So what?” A soft, affectionate chuckle. “You’re such a punk, Ju.” “Fine. Call me names. But you know I’m the masta at making you feel tight.” “Unchallenged.” “Undisputed.” “Okay, brat. Pick your own adjectives.” Cotton sheets rustle gently as the slightly longer body shimmies closer to the other one, deftly reaching down the bed and grabbing the discarded blanket to pull over the two of them, and then wrapping limbs around the form lovingly. “Thanks, love. I was starting to get a chill.” “Yeah, I know. I felt ya shiver.” The quiet snicker hums against the younger, ruby-like lips that graze over the tangy throat from which it rises. “*That* shiver was a delayed little after-shock tremor from that kick-ass orgasm you just drilled out of me, honey.” “I can, um, do it again, if ya want.” JC sighs and snakes his arms around the broad torso next to him, half on top of him. “Ah, don’t I know it……….that gorgeous stamina of youth.” “All for you, baby. All for you.” The smile that dawns across Justin’s mouth spreads tingles of warmth as it forms against the flesh of JC’s chest. JC raises his head enough to kiss the bristly, golden-brown tight curls resting on him. And a thick, heat-filled silence cocoons them protectively for several moments. “What time is it, love?” “Time for me to buy you a damn good watch.” “Hilarious, Justin. Please just grab the travel clock over there on the nightstand beside you, babe. ‘Kay?” “Why? You got a date you got to leave me for?” The semi-rough pads of JC’s fingers brush over the smoothly defined outlines of Justin’s back muscles, and he sighs again. “Yes. With TRL.” “Fuck. That’s today?” “Honey, you know it’s today. You’re in denial.” “Fuck.” “It won’t take long. I’ll be back before you know it.” “Don’t go.” Justin mumbles into JC’s collarbone and pulls him tighter into the hot embrace. “Stay here with me, baby, just like this. This is……….paradise……….in bed and cozy all day with my freshly-fucked JC……….my idea of Heaven on Earth……….Yessss……….Don’t go, C.” JC giggles and lets himself drown in the strong arms and legs all around him. “You need help.” “I need you. I love you. I want you.” “Hmmm. I’m getting off on the tickle of your little thin-line beard thing, hon. Ah, it’s nice,” JC attempts to quietly distract and divert. “Keep it. It’s sexy.” But Justin remains focused and resolute. “Do you *havta* go, Jace?” “You can come with me.” “Like, hell NO, I can’t either. This is YOUR day, Sweet-hot. YOU get to shine all on your own.” “But what if I want to share it with you, Ju?” Justin lowers his mouth to JC’s dark-red nipple. And slowly — strategically — licks. Three luxurious times. “Stay with me. We can ‘share’ all fucking day. What’s left of it.” JC’s tiny moan is barely more than a feathered whimper, and he’s sure Justin feels the rapid shudder his wet ministrations create in JC’s thin body. “You’re sooooo……….tempting, Satan Timberlake.” “More so than that, um, *actress* you hang with?” “More than anybody, baby.” “She’s not going with you to the studio, is she?” Justin hisses and pouts, his swollen lips still damp on JC’s skin. “Who?” “Oh, c’mon, JC. The spazz act ain’t going to work right now. You *know* who. Your Tara-Does-The-Whole-Damn-Block buddy.” “No. She’s sitting this one out. Only Carlos and Dallas are heading over with me……….Why do you hate her so much, hon?” “Um, because, well, let’s see, because Her Skankness clings to MY boyfriend like, say, pond scum?” “Justin.” “Is it true she gives the best head in Hollywood?” “Will you just knock it off? And need I remind you that Melissa is an ‘actress’ too, love?” “Alyssa.” “Whatever. Does ANY of it even matter? I mean don’t we all know the real deal and understand who’s going home with who at the end of the day? *Every* day?” Justin sulks perfectly and quietly for a while but maintains his strong hold on JC’s frame. “Sorry. I just think you could do, like, a zeehillion times better than……….that.” “And I already do……….like right now.” JC kisses the soft, fuzzy top of Justin’s head once more. “I love you, C.” “I know. And you’re my love too. Always.” “So you’ll blow off TRL then?” “No.” “No?” “No. But I’ll blow *you* off when I get back. If you’ll wait for me.” Justin laughs in satiny waves. “I’m not going *anywhere*, baby. I’ll be checking your sexy ass out on the tube and trying like hell not to touch myself ‘til you walk through that door again.” “Damn. I hope I don’t pitch a tent on MTV thinking about *that* visual image.” “Just picture me licking my lips for summa dat bulge if you do, baby.” “Justin, honey, you’re impossible.” “Not impossible. Just hard. When you’re around.” “You’re making me horny again. And I need to go shower and get dressed. Turn me loose.” “No.” “No?” “No. Not yet.” Justin gropes, squirms, and squeezes. “Five more minutes. Please.” JC surrenders without a fight and relaxes into the sweet, intoxicating heat that their compressed bodies have given off under the covers. *Paradise. Ah, yes* As he’s passing through the hotel room one final time on his way out to meet his crew in the lobby, JC leans down to brush his mouth over the tender flesh that hides one of Justin’s prominent cheekbones. Languidly, the sleeping blue-gray eyes flutter open, and that bright-as-the-sun-itself smile curves the mouth upward again artfully. “Jace, baby, you look so fuckable. Love that tight gray shirt on you……….Go knock ‘em dead. And be careful.” “I will. Shall I pass along messages for you, my love?” “Yeah,” Justin yawns with fluid ease. “Tell Fatone, if he’s out roaming the streets, that if he takes a notion to lick your wax again like he fucking did last night at the museum, there’s gonna be some fat Italian head-stomping going down. I’m serious.” JC falls to the bed with his outburst of hysterical laughter. “Don’t sweat Joe, babe. He’s harmless. And besides, that’s exactly the reaction he said you’d come out with.” “Um huh. And he thinks I won’t reaction his wide ass.” JC smiles and bends to kiss the bridge of Justin’s nose. “I’ll be back soon.” “I know. You always are.” ~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~ [Friday, 12/13/02] Another somber late morning that threatens to stretch into afternoon in Manhattan, and this one has satiated itself with peaceful slumber and mutual light snoring from the pair of still, warm bodies once again lying side by side in the bed. The leaner, more wiry of the two slowly rolls over from facing outward and blindly reaches for the other. When sweet, fumbling contact is finally made, palms and fingers smooth over the heated, taut biceps and rising/falling chest as one body parallels its front closely along the muscled contours of the rear of the other one, elegantly and instinctively spooning. Stirring slightly at the moist mouth on his neck, the thicker, more robust form nestles backward into the softly-vibrating embrace and groans groggily. “Jace……….hmmm……….Am I still dreaming?” “Maybe,” is whispered gently through the hazy fog of “almost awake.” “Maybe you’re my……….dream come true.” “Maybe we’re both dreaming……….and being forced at gunpoint to speak in corny clichés.” “Then let’s not wake up. Ever.” ‘Hmmm……….sounds good.” “You hung-over from last night?” “Don’t know yet. You?” “Nah. Don’t think so.” “How’s the gimp foot?” “Still there. Still gimp.” “Pain?” “Not right now. Your massage after the show rocked it to sleep, baby.” “Good. You worked it too hard out there, strutting and swaying your ass around on that stage, like a star or something. Rhinestones on those sexy hips……….showing off and making me crazy.” “I was just psyched you were out there watching.” JC laughs quietly. “You really need help, honey.” “Did we make love last night?” “Humph. I’m crushed. And I refuse to answer that.” Justin snickers and reaches around behind himself to squeeze JC’s bare ass. “I’m just playing with ya, Sweet-hot. You know that shit we did was off-the-chains good.” “Yeah. I saw the twinkling stars.” “Not God?” “God too. Then I think I passed out.” “Hey, maybe that’s what I’ll tell ‘em today in the interview — how you SO fucking take advantage of me having to *sit down* all the damn time lately……….how my, um, *lap* is such a desirable little perch for you and how those hot calf and thigh muscles of yours be shaping up nicely with all that rigorous, um, bouncing activity you put ‘em through.” Justin giggles again and folds his arms around the ones holding him. “Ah, pipe down, why don’t cha? You know you love it all too……….being ridden like a bucking stallion.” “Yeah, yeah. Okay. Busted. I’m addicted. To you. And THAT’S what I’ll spill today on camera ‘cause……….you know……….boys will be boys. Haha.” “On camera? To whom are you doing this spilling?” JC asks, still sleepily lagging behind. “To Lah-Lah. And whoever the hell else shows up to host TRL today.” JC buries his face in Justin’s meaty shoulder flesh and groans. “Shit, shit, shit. I forgot.” “No. You blocked.” “Like YOU did yesterday?” “I guess.” “You can’t call in sick?” “Could you? Yesterday?” “Wouldn’t have been wise.” “Exactly.” “I’ll stay home and watch then. TRL adores you, babe.” “They adored *you* yesterday.” “Ah, maybe. But not as much as YOU did when I returned to the hotel,” JC whispers again and grins wide against the skin of Justin’s warm back. “You liked that?” “You couldn’t tell?” “Man, and how priceless was Kirkpatrick’s _expression when he nags on us to stop making ‘googly eyes’ at each other last night in Jingle Ball Hell, and you go, ‘Dude, we just had the most incredible wild monkey sex and can’t fucking wait to go somewhere and do it again. So back off already.’ HAHA!” “Dude needs to go back and find that bridge he’s supposed to be guarding.” “C, you kill me, baby,” Justin chuckled. “Enough to keep you here with me today? In this comfy, warm bed? Smooching and snuggling……….watching bad TV and laughing……….ordering room service……….loving each other again?” “Damn, you’re so fucking……….irresistible.” “Am I? Sufficiently so?” In between his cottony words, JC laps and nibbles at Justin’s cool earlobe. “Because you’re……….absolutely my……….total……….request……….live.” “Hmm……….You’re evil……….torturous……….ungodly sexy.” “And so you’ll stay?” JC’s lips purr against Justin’s prickly jaw line. “I’ll only be gone a couple of hours, baby.” JC wrinkles his nose in disapproval. “Then are you planning to give me a secret little shout-out?” “Absolutely. You’ll have to be on the lookout for it……….But I already know I can’t top that sultry-as-fuck little ‘my boy’ murmur you did into the mike for me yesterday……….Damn……….Talk about sexy……….That was all kinds of HOT.” “You’re hot. And you *are* my boy.” “You’ll wait for me?” “You know I will. Right here. For as long as it takes.” “Hey, Jace?” “Yes, babe.” “Do ya think we ARE dreaming?” “Why?” “‘Cause this — all of this, you and me and everything that goes along with it — feels too good to be for real……….like we’re in somebody else’s fantasy or something.” “Like whose? Maybe Chris’s?” Lying in JC’s arms, Justin cracks into a giggle. “Don’t make me throw up.” “Okay. Then maybe mine.” “No. Mine.” “I love you, Ju.” “Me too……….Are we just flamingly sappy or what?” “Do you seriously care?” “No. Can’t say I do.” “Then shut up already.” “As much as I hate to, Sweet-hot, I got to get up and do some personal pampering before rocking TRL’s world.” “Um, hold on. You owe me five more minutes, mister.” The warm twinges in his gut and the quick smile on his lips catch Justin by surprise. He knows he wouldn’t move from that spot at that moment even if he could. “Yes, baby. I do, don’t I? And you’re getting every sweet, surreal second’s worth.” ~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~ FINI