You see Justin, JC's boyfriend, is the Justin Timberlake. The two are a part of the super group, *Nsync. The two were used to their share of fame together and now were experiencing their celebrity on their own. Both were working on solo projects, etching a new title to their fame cards. During their hectic lives and crazy swirl that was music business, the two fell in love. Though the couple was not openly gay and usually had beards covering for them, the two loved one another deeply. They shared this bond that was so tight that it might suffocate another person.
JC smiled as he thought about showing his baby his gift as he parked by the garage door. Justin was supposed to fly in from New York City later that evening, so JC had four hours to wait until he got to make love and be one with Justin. JC looked for Justin's SUV when he approached the large home. Sometimes, Justin liked to come home a little early but it wasn't the case today. JC shook his long, chocolate, shaggy locks and grabbed the bag with his 'present' off of the passenger seat. He looked the doors and made his way through the front of the mansion.
JC used his keys and opened the front door. He silently closed it behind him. He knew he was the only one there but it was a habit for him to be as silent as a mouse. He quickly went to Justin's living room and opened their window curtains to let the California sunshine in. He must have forgot to open them last Sunday when he was last there. Justin always closed the curtains. JC giggled out loud. Justin would complain that the sun should be turned off some times.
JC picked up his Victoria's Secret bag from an armchair and made his way to the staircase. He might as well model the rose-colored lace teddy for his self to make sure everything would look great. Justin had suddenly developed this fetish for JC wearing feminine undergarments. It made him horny something awful. JC smirked to himself. Well it wasn't like he was protesting either.
JC quietly climbed the stairs, looking at each step as he made his ascent. As he stepped onto the fifth step, he noticed that the sixth and seventh step was covered with a red bra.
He stopped in his tracks, dropping his bag on the step he was standing on.
JC and Justin never made it to the bra stage yet, so JC definitely knew it wasn't his. In fact he had slept over last Sunday and made frequent trips up and down these stairs, so he knew that something was awry. Who the hell left that there? Did someone break into the house?
Various thoughts churned in his head. He was afraid to think the worst. He left that piece of article on the step, never touching it and made his way further up the stairs. He passed a mini skirt, a halter-top and once he got to the top stair there was a thong.
JC looked straight ahead to the master bedroom door that was down the long hall. He heard what he was hoping deep, deep down inside himself, fucking praying not to hear.
A breathy "Justin" followed by a long moan.
Joshua just shattered.
His hands got slack and he dropped the bag. He tried so hard not to hyperventilate as his boyfriend, his supposed love was fucking some girl's brains out. "It better not be in our bed," he whispered. He wanted to curl up and wail because his heart is crushed. He touched his cheek feeling a tear slip from his eye. He couldn't believe this. He refused to get weak now. Somehow, JC stopped the waterworks and, with wobbly legs, made his way down the hallway. It was torture to hear the woman's moans and Justin's loud, animalistic grunts as he got closer to the door.
"Fuck," Justin groaned.
"Oh Justin baby!" the woman screamed.
JC stood by the almost closed door. He sadistically smirked to himself. Wow couldn't wait to stick it to her, he couldn't even close the door properly. JC placed his slender hand on the doorknob, contemplating his next move.
Should I open the door and catch them in the act?
Should I get something to hit him with?
Should I beg him to stop? That every thrust he thrusts is another crack in my heart?
Should I say nothing and pretend that nothing happened?
Should I be angry?
Should I be sad?
I thought he loved me.
I'm not enough. Was I ever enough?
JC felt tears prick his eyes from that last thought and then remembered that he was strong. Yes the love for the last four years of his life was in the next room, cheating but he refused to break his determination to not just drop to the floor and melt into nothingness.
He silently opened the door further, needing a visual confirmation that yes Justin, his Justin was in fact in the bedroom with whomever she was. The door opened to slight crack, large enough for JC to see but not large enough to alarm the coupled two.
And there it was. JC had more then a visual confirmation. Justin was indeed screwing the hell out of the moaning woman. Her legs were thrown into the air, her back lying on the bed that he and Justin spent many passion filled nights. Justin slamming into her cheapened their past experiences.
JC thought that once he saw the act in action, he was going to alert them somehow. He didn't think that he could have kept quiet but he did. He was detached. He felt this odd bubble inside of his stomach but other than that, his heart didn't hurt to beat, his throat didn't painfully catch and he could actually breathe a decent amount of oxygen in his lungs.
JC nodded to himself and quietly closed the door to the exact position it was before. He turned to the right of him and looked at a glass door. That door lead to the balcony connected to Justin's bedroom. JC turned back and saw his Victoria's Secret bag lying on the floor. He tiptoed to it and made his way back to balcony door. He opened the door and made his way out.
The balcony had two entrances, a glass door that JC just used and a sliding door that led into Justin's room. The curtain covering the sliding door was closed, hiding JC from the two on the bed. However one of the screens in the door wasn't covered by glass so JC made sure to be quiet and listened to them copulating on the king sized bed. JC sat down on a patio chair and leaned back. The curtain was opened a small slit so JC watched the show. He wanted to know if Justin loved her. He wanted to know so many things but if Justin whispered those three words that took that bastard almost a damn year to say to him, to that woman, JC knew all that they ever had was a lie.
So he sat there, listening to the two fucking animals grunt and moan. The girl was close to coming because her voice took an even higher pitch.
"How could even stand to listen to that shit while fucking her is beyond me," JC said to himself. He couldn't believe how calm he was being about the fact that his boyfriend was breaking the bond they recently took, not more than fifteen feet away from him. JC stared at his hand. At the diamond-encrusted ring his boyfriend gave him two months ago. The supposed engagement ring, he thought evilly.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Justin!!" the girl screamed. The ear-shattering cry must have signified her orgasm.
JC tried very hard not to think of her as The Bitch. He didn't know the girl so he gave her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she was a mindless twit who didn't notice the pictures of he and Justin, hugging and kissing in various embraces.
"Shit!" Justin growled and whimpered as he came.
"Oh Justin I love you so much!" The girl squealed from under the blonde man.
"Okay," he said with no emotion in his voice. He rolled off of the perky blonde. "Look, Jamie." He was corrected by the woman.
"It's Yvonne," she smiled.
"Right. Look, my boyfriend is supposed to show pretty soon. So can you leave?" He lied. He knew JC expected him to come home in about three and a half hours later. He just really didn't want to deal with the simpering girl.
The girl pathetically asked, "Sure. Do you want me to call you?" She quickly untangled her self from the clinging sheets. "I'll call you," he said. He rose from the bed unashamed that he was naked or that the girl was gawking at his form. He left the room making his way to the linen closet.
The girl was used to the cold shoulder after having sex with Justin so she quickly scurried out and collected her clothes. The two have been fooling around for three months now. She knew he had a boyfriend but she knew she would wear Justin down and make him dump his boyfriend. I mean he was cheating on him, it was inevitable for them to break up. She scooped up her clothes as she went down the stairs, stopping to put each article of clothing on and made her way out of the back door. She went into the car with her thong in her hands. She smiled and looked up through the window of her car and looked up at the balcony to Justin's room and nearly swallowed her tongue. Justin's boyfriend stared at her. He looked right into her eyes. How long was he there? She quickly smiled at him and turned on her car and pealed out of there. She couldn't believe how guilty she felt. She really hoped he didn't see them together.
JC got a good look at her slinking out like a whore. Holding her panties in her hand with her shirt on backward looking nothing more than a slut. She wasn't even beautiful. He couldn't believe that Justin would fuck someone else other then him especially an average looking girl. JC wasn't vain but if you cheated, go for the fucking best.
The door to the bedroom opened and Justin walked in with clean sheets in his arms. JC turned to watch through the given slit. Justin went to one side of the bed and stripped the soiled sheets and then threw them onto ground. He went out of JC's view and came back with the clean sheets, spreading the fitted sheet. Not once looking outside. Not noticing that his supposed other half was watching him. After he smoothed the new sheets, he bent to gather the soiled sheets and left, probably left to put the sheets in the wash.
JC wondered if he should open the door and surprise Justin but something held him back. He knew that something had to be done but he wasn't going to admit to his self. Not yet. But then he came to a decision.
Justin came back and opened the door to the bathroom. He started the shower. JC stood up after he counted three minutes. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and stood naked as the day he was born. He opened the shopping bag and slipped on the teddy. He fixed his rather large package in the crotch. He fluffed out his hair, pushing it toward his angular face. He opened the sliding door and pulled back the curtains halfway. He heard the shower being turned off so he quickly sat down in the lounge chair, elongating his legs for Justin to see.
Justin stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his bony hips. He didn't notice the sliver of leg and thigh peeking from behind the open door. He moved to his underwear drawer and had his hands on a pair of boxers when he noticed the full bright afternoon sun illuminating the room. He didn't leave that door open unless Jackie or whatever her name was left it open for him. He distinctly knew she left before he changed the sheets. He turned and saw folded milky legs stretched out on the lounge on his balcony. He crept stealthily knowing whom those legs belonged to. He made too many trips up, down and between those legs not to. "Josh?" he called out. "How long you been here?"
JC didn't want to answer. He didn't want his voice to betray him now. He just stared into his lover's eyes.
Liar!
Cheater!
I love you so much!
I've been faithful to you for so long and you did this!
Why?
For how long? How long have you snuggled up to me after you fuck another?
Mr. Supposedly Gay!
Just Why?
When did you stop loving me? How did I not notice?
All those expressions and thoughts and feelings whirled around like a giant bowling ball in JC's head. He felt that bubble growing bigger inside of him but it wasn't ready to burst yet. Oh no, not yet. He smiled but it did not quite reach his eyes.
Justin noticed that his fiancée's light azure eyes did not light up with their usual happiness. It was something different. He couldn't place it but it was different. "I missed you so much, baby. I had to come home early for you."
"You did?" he whispered while praying not to vomit from his lover's ultimate lie.
He nodded and then dropped his towel. "So much. See?" He wiggled his erection. JC was surprised Justin could get it up so fast. "I love what you're wearing baby. You look so hot."
"It was a surprise," he whispered painfully. His throat constricted. He watched as the man he thought he knew sat his naked ass next to Joshua's legs.
Justin walked his fingers up JC's smooth legs. "I love it on you. I wonder how it'll look off of you." Justin leaned forward to kiss JC but he turned his cheek at the last second. "Oh we want a little foreplay before a smooch? I got you," he smirked. Justin licked two fingers and slid them under JC's silk teddy strap. He found JC's nipple and began to play with them.
Never noticing that JC had his eyes closed and did not touch Justin back. JC was trying to remember these touches. He wanted to know if it felt different now. After the first wave of disgust and loathing, it was him, his lover touching him and JC felt himself respond. He felt so dirty. "Stop," he ordered.
"What do you want baby? It's all about you," Justin said lustfully while raking his eyes up and down his lover's scantily clad body.
Fucking bastard! That was on the tip of JC's tongue. He felt that bubble in his stomach rise and it finally was ready to come out but he had patience. He wanted it to let loose at the right moment. "Kiss me," he whispered. Justin leaned forward yet again, this time lying flush against JC with his eyes closed. For every inch he took forward, JC took one backward until he hit the headrest. Just as Justin was about to put his deceiving lips on Joshua's, the brunette asked him, "When you close your eyes are you thinking about her?"
Justin whipped his eyes open so fast, Josh would have laughed had the situation been different. "What?"
Josh's eyes were iced over. "Well it shouldn't be so hard to answer. I mean are you thinking about Yvonne when you kiss me? When you fucked me?"
Justin leaned back and got off of the slender man. "How long were you here?"
"Long enough," he smirked bitterly. "Got a first class seating for a third rate performance."
"It's not what it looked like."
JC raised both eyebrows in offense. "What happened your dick just fall in her?"
"I love you." He protested.
"Don't. Never ever say those words to me." JC felt his heart crack when Justin said it.
"I do. You know it's only you for me. I messed up." Justin looked pathetically at him.
"How long?" JC didn't fall for it. To him, this relationship was done.
"What?" Justin heard him but was grasping for straws so he tried stall him until he could come up with something better.
"How long? How many?" JC stood up as well. He walked away from the man.
"It doesn't matter. They don't matter. You do," Justin began to cry.
"Cut the bullshit. I wore this just to see if I could forget and maybe forgive cause we all fuck up sometimes. But I couldn't pull a weak ass move like that for you. You aren't fucking worth it. I don't care what you do with my shit here. Burn it for all I care. Here," JC threw the ring he had taken off and kept in his palm at Justin. "I won't be needing that nor you anymore. Take a good fucking look at me, you lowly piece of lying shit. This is the last time you'll ever see me up close. Since it doesn't matter about this," he waved his hand between the two of them, "it doesn't matter about you. Fuck you." He said coldly. He gathered his clothes and turn to trot off of the balcony.
Justin fell to his bare knees and crawled on the concrete, scraping himself to grab onto JC's legs, placing his face in the Joshua scented silk. "I'm a dog. I deserve everything you said. Jamie didn't matter to me. I don't love her."
"And who's Jamie? The bitch distinctly told you her name was Yvonne. Get the fuck off of me. I'm feeling nauseous just looking at how pathetic you truly are."
Justin backed off of the older man. His tear stained dark blue eyes pleaded with JC to stay. "Why are you doing this?"
JC laughed. He held his stomach as he knelt to accommodate his full belly chuckle. "Are you on some next level or something? Why am I doing this? Why am I DOING THIS? Why in the fuck were you doing that? It's like I knew you all this time but I don't fucking know you at all." JC stared at his ex-boyfriend. Yes he could think of him as his ex now freely in his head. "Why am I even talking to you?" he scoffed.
"You know you love me," Justin gulped for air and quickly thought of things to make this man stay. "I love you. That piece of ass meant nothing. None of them meant anything. I was lonely and she's there when you are not."
"Bullshit. I could have hopped on the next plane to where ever you are if you really needed to fuck. So stop the fucking crying and the groveling. It would have mattered if I cared."
Justin sneered, confident in his trump card, "You love me."
"So I do," JC did not and would not deny. What they had, what he thought they had was not something easily dissolved overnight but he'd try to. Lying and cheating is unforgivable. He was better than that to stay and stick with shit like that, like Justin. JC shook his head at himself. He really needed to get out of there before he did something unforgivable. "I'll fall out of it quickly," he said with steel determination in his eyes.
"Ten. It was ten people," Justin whimpered piteously. He dragged himself off of the ground and sat on the lounge. He felt like it was the beginning of the end. "For a year. I don't know what made me do it. I'll swear not to do it again." Maybe if he gave him answers, JC wouldn't leave.
JC smiled bitterly and bent to put back on his pants. He buckled himself up and slipped on his thong sandals. "Of course you would promise that. Should I fall to my knees now? Should I suddenly realize now that I'm throwing away four years of my life? Should I ignore the scene in the bed where we shared so many nights? I never will, so it's over between us. Well, it's been over since the first day you were unfaithful. You're a better actor than I thought you were," JC sighed.
"I begged you. I told you how many and when. What more can I do?" he asked morosely.
"Nothing. Not a damn thing at all. Goodbye." JC threw his shirt over his shoulder, flipped him off and left.
The End