Taking a seat next to AJ, Nick smiled. As usual they were the first one's ready.
"What are you reading?" asked Nick.
"Teen magazine. Want one" said AJ shoving a magazine in his direction.
"Thanks" said Nick.
Leaning back in his chair Nick stared at the pictures as he slowly thumbed through the magazine.
"Hey, there's a picture of Aaron at his release party. He looks so cute" said Nick smiling.
"Let me see" AJ. Holding up the magazine AJ frowned. He looks like a goofy little kid."
"My brother is not goofy."
"Yes he is" said AJ.
"Ha, their's an article about Justin. Get this, the guy owns over a hundred pairs of sneakers" said Nick.
"What's a man going to do with a hundred pairs of sneakers. I can think of a lot better things to spend my money on. Ooh, this photo of Pink is hot" said AJ.
"Holy Shit!" said Nick.
"What?"
"It says Justin wears a size 12-1/2 shoe."
"Just want I always wanted to know" said AJ.
"Damne and I thought my feet were big" said Nick.
"You know what they say about a man's shoe size. Can you imagine with a 12-1/2 shoe what the size of his."
"You did not just give me that visual" said Nick cutting him off. "You don't believe that any way do you." said Nick.
"Hey, it's what all the women say. My mom said never argue with a woman. And hey, look at you. You wear an 11 and you..."
"Your disgusting."
"What? You've got to admit you have a nice package" said AJ.
"You've been watching."
"We've been changing clothes in front of each other since you were a kid. A guy's going to notice"said AJ.
"So, you really like my package" said Nick smiling as he leaned closer to AJ.
"Whoa! I said it was nice, I didn't mean that. I mean you know I'm straight" said AJ nervously
"I know. But it does get kind of lonley on the road. You know It would be ok if you wanted too..."
"Your nuts, you know that" said AJ smiling.
"So I've been told. You know I'm a good kisser" said Nick shoving AJ back on the couch.
"Get off me, Carter:"
"Come on, haven't you ever wanted to kiss a man" said Nick. "No" said AJ emphatically.
"Too bad" said Nick as he pinned AJ's arms down planting a kiss on his lips.
"That is so disgusting. You are seriously going to get it for that one" said AJ.
"You'll have to catch me" said Nick sprinting for the door.
"Whoa! You might want to watch where you are going" said Howie almost dropping the folder.
"Sorry" said Nick smiling.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"I left something in my room."
"Something in your room. Their going to be something" said AJ grabbing him.
"The limo is downstairs. What are you two doing" said Kevin.
"He kissed me, he fuckin kissed me" said AJ.
"You kissed him" exclaimed Howie.
"Yep, right on the lips" said Nick smiling.
"What I wouldn't have give to be here" said Howie laughing.
"It's not funny" said AJ miffed
"What's not funny" said Brian approaching.
"Nick kissed AJ" said Howie smiling.
"He what? Oh my God" said Brian.
"Guys, the limo is waiting. We have a party to get too" said Kevin. ~~Part 2~~
God how he hated these industry parties. Two hours of interviews and photos and lousy food. All so they could smile and smooze with Nsync. While they all pretended that they got along. That the supposed great rivalry was just that. Supposed, made up. It was a load of crap. They didn't get along. They couldn't even stomach each other. AJ would spend the evening biting his tongue while muttering a few curse words under his breath. Kevin would politely state how he felt but insist that it was all good. Howie, Howie was to nice for his own good. He would smile and joke around as if he might actually be friends with them. Me, I just keep quiet and smile and the interviewers love it.
"Hey, check it out" said AJ.
"What?"
"Justin. Could he flaunt himself any more in those tight leather pants he's wearing. He always has to play the friggin sex symbol. Like he's God's gift to women" said AJ.
"He thinks he is." said Nick.
"I see Valentine. I'm think I'll go say hello."
"Go ahead, I'm going to get some water" said Nick.
"Good evening, sir. What will you have?"
"Give me a water" said Nick.
"What, nothing stronger" said Justin approaching.
"Justin, hey."
"Can't stomach the strong stuff. Huh, pretty boy."
"The strong stuff is more your style, isn't that right?"
"So what are you doing alone. Wouldn't anyone talk to you" said Justin.
"Did you ever think maybe I, like being alone. You know alone as is no one bothering me" said Nick.
"Hey, it's a free country. I've got a right to stand" said Justin.
"You think you have a right to everything, don't you" said Nick.
"I earned it."
"More like stole it" said Nick.
"Not my fault if people like us better."
"So what do you do with all those sneakers" said Nick.
"I wear them. What's it to you?" asked Justin.
"I can think of better things to spend money on" said Nick.
"Like you don't blow money. How many Rolex's are you up to now?"
"You really wear a size 12-1/2" said Nick.
12-1/2. 13, sometimes."
"13" said Nick almost choking as the water went down.
"What's the matter, Carter. Can't handle your water" said Justin smiling.
"You are such a dickhead, you know that" said Nick.
"So what's with all the questions about my shoes."
"Nothing, just read an article."
"What size you wear" said Justin.
"Eleven" replied Nick.
"Figures" said Justin.
"What's that supposed to mean."
"Nothing. Look, it's been nice chatting with you but I think I can find better things to do" said Justin. Heading towards the restroom Justin was startled as to feel two hands on his shoulders.
"What did you mean by that" said Nick shoving him against the cold wall.
"You figure it out. I'm a thirteen, your an eleven. Which means, I can beat you any day" said Justin thrusting into his hard erection into Nick's thigh.
"You really think you can beat me."
"Oh, I know I can beat you" said Justin.
"Prove it" said Nick.
"I don't think so."
"What's the matter, you too chicken" said Nick smiling.
"Never" said Justin.
"So prove it big boy" said Nick.
"You think you can handle it" said Justin.
"I"m not the one you should be worried about" replied Nick.
"Follow me."
"I don't think so. I'm not doing it in some cheap public restroom" said Nick.
"You want it. You take it how you get it" said Justin.
"Get it straight Timberlake. I'm not doing in there" said Nick.
"Fine, follow me" said Justin.
"We are going?"
"You'll see" replied Justin.
"An elevator."
"You dumb ass. We're not doing in here. Now would you get in" said Justin.
"Where are we going?" asked Nick again.
"Their's a suite for the record executives" said Justin.
"How do you know about it."
"All the big clients know about it. Didn't Clive, tell you" said Justin smiling.
"I didn't come here to talk about Clive" said Nick pushing him against the elevator wall.
"What is it with you and walls Carter. Geez, your going to hurt someone someday" said Justin.
"I'm going to do more than hurt" said Nick covering Justin's mouth with his lips.
"What happened too not doing it in an elevator" said Justin.
"Screw it, I want you now" said Nick pressing his hard cock against Justin.
"Don't you think you should stop the elevator" said Justin.
Reaching for the read button. Justin's hands pulled Nick's face toward him. Their mouths seemingly melding together. Eager hands removed Nick's shirt as they roamed his body. Thrusting against him Nick was eager for more. He wanted Justin inside of him. Wanted the feel of his hard cock thrusting into him until it tore at every fiber of his being. And then suddenly it all seemed a blur. The clothes in a wrinkled heap. Justin's hands pushing him against the door. Thrusting into him until they both collapsed to the floor in a tangled mess of bodies and clothes. "Jesus, Carter. You would think you had never been fucked before.
"Not, like that" said Nick.
"Not bad for a little guy, huh?"
"I don't understand. You said you were, and your feet are, but..."
"Didn't your mother tell you not to believe everything you hear. That shoe thing is bull shit."
"Then why did you.."
"Hey, if you were stupid enough to believe it who was I to say anything. Besides, you think I was going to miss a chance to one-up a Backstreet Boy."