"Justin, look you're my only friend here. I don't know most of Derek's friends. Without you here, I'd talk to myself. And what kind of impression would I make? Huh?" JC turned to look at his friend as they walked into the club.
Justin sighed heavily as he looked JC up and down, admiring his attire for the night, a pair of lace up dark blue jeans and brown shirt that was laced up in the front as well. Justin didn't understand all the trouble that JC was going through for Derek. The man obviously did not recognize the prize of a man his JC was.
Yes, Justin was a bit jealous. He and JC broke up a two yearlong relationship because they felt as if their spice was lacking from their relationship. But Justin felt that if the two had sat down and talked about it, they would have still been together. But instead of talking his feelings, he went along with JC's suggestion to remain as best friends but not as lovers. He regretted his choice ever since that uneventful day six months, sixteen days, fifteen hours and five minutes ago. But who's counting?
"Don't you think that this is just a bit too much?" Justin implored. "He should throw his own party and introduce you to his friends. For the three months the two of you have been together, you haven't met his friends? Don't you find that to be the least bit peculiar, Jace?"
"Stop Justin," JC sighed. The two walked into the large room and saw quite a number of unfamiliar people, but not his boyfriend. "Great. I don't know any of these people. I should go make friends, huh?" JC turned to look at the shaved hair man behind him.
"Um, shouldn't that be Derek's job, Jace? Where is he anyway? I mean, shouldn't he be here, greeting his own guests at his own party?"
"He's probably on his way. Don't bait me, Just. He's been busy these past few months and he doesn't have time." JC turned to look at his friend, preparing himself for Justin's rebuttal. He, however, was thrown off guard with Justin's next statement.
"You look great, Jace. New pants?"
"Um, yeah. They are. You look great as well, Justin." JC quickly appraised the low, slung jeans and the vintage t-shirt.
"I was waiting for you to notice," he half joked and lightly tapped JC's shoulder. He stared intently at the brunette.
The two were standing close to a wall. JC leaned back and laughed, "A little conceited, are we?" He started to stare back into the blonde's eyes, but he looked back at Justin's shoulder. The dark blue eyes were just a little too disconcerting.
"Yeah, maybe," he smirked. "Why don't you look up, Jace? I like to look into your eyes when I talk to you."
JC blushed and then looked down. He had Derek, why was he blushing like an idiot? Get it together, Joshua, he admonished in his head. He looked directly into Justin's steadfast gaze. He opened his mouth, ready to deliver witty comeback but was cut off.
"Oh my God, are you Justin Timberlake?" a dark haired girl gushed out loud. She spied the two talking across the room and had to get a closer look.
"Yeah, I am." Justin placed his hands in his front pockets and watched the excited woman.
She turned to the quiet brunette. "Then you are JC! Oh my God, I love you guys! I mean Chris is my favorite, but still it's two-fifths of *Nsync! Do you guys know Derek? Can I have your autograph?"
The two men shook the exuberant woman's hand. "Sure, no problem." JC shyly smiled.
The girl gave him a pen and a napkin. She looked to Justin as JC began to sign his name, "I can't believe Derek invited you guys to his party. I mean, he never really dug your music like I did but I guess people can change."
"And how do you know Derek?" Justin asked.
"Oh I'm his younger sister, Kimberly."
JC looked up from signing and stared at the girl. He didn't know that Derek had a sister. He handed the napkin to Justin and smiled quietly at the dark-haired girl.
"You haven't answered my question. How do you guys know Derek?"
"I'm his, well. I'm his," JC was unsure how to answer. He didn't know what Derek told his family and did not to be presumptuous.
"We're his friends. Well, JC knows him a little bit more than me. Yeah, we met at a basketball game and hung out occasionally." JC thanked Justin silently with his eyes. He needed that save.
"Wow. That's so cool. I didn't even know Derek liked basketball."
"You can never know a person too well can you?" Justin smiled glibly. His question carried a double meaning, which JC caught. He gave the girl back her napkin.
"That is so true. Oh my God, there's Rebecca," the black haired girl pointed to a redhead in a micro miniskirt. "She has a major crush on Derek. I've been trying to hook them up for the longest time, but Derek has been playing coy. But last week, at her birthday party, I could have sworn I saw them kiss," she giggled. "But I am gonna go see what she has cooked up for him tonight. Derek won't be able to resist." She waved happily to the speechless brunette and the happy Justin. She walked away leaving the two alone.
"I never pictured Derek as a redhead type, but you never know."
"Shut up, Justin. I don't want to hear any jokes now." JC pouted. He can't believe that Derek never told him that he had a sibling. That Derek lied about going away for business last week. If Derek wanted to go to a party, JC wouldn't have stopped him.
"Who says I was joking?" Justin muttered to himself.
"I think that I should- oh there's Derek now!" JC announced, his eyes lighting up.
Justin noticed the brightening of JC's eyes and pouted inwardly.
"You know what? I think I should go greet the birthday boy. Coming, J?" JC turned to look for his best friend's affirmation. He grabbed onto Justin's hand.
"Uh, I'll get a drink first." Justin didn't want to wish him anything unless it was a speedy breakup with his JC. He squeezed JC's hand firmly.
"Okay then." JC reluctantly let go of the blonde man's hand and strutted towards his boyfriend.
Justin watched JC. He admired the sexy gait, which only JC could possess. JC had made his way to the little crowd surrounding Derek and smiled at the black haired man. Derek had gave him a small smile and turned to talk to someone else. Justin noticed the move, but JC seemed to be oblivious.
He wouldn't do that. He'd have been so happy to see his boy; Justin would have probably mauled him in front of everyone. He'd have nipped at JC's ear, which he knew JC secretly adored. And JC would have made the little sound he does when he had been pleasured. It was a slight groan that sounded from the inside of JC's throat, vibrating his neck and making Justin a very happy, horny boy. Justin looked onto JC, projecting naughtier thoughts and pictures in his head.
He definitely needed a drink.
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JC opened his arms wide and gave Derek a hug. He held on tight and Derek quickly pulled away.
"Not here. JC. You don't have to hug me here. Can you save it for when I get to your house?" Derek didn't give JC a chance to respond. He had went to his sister, who had the redhead holding onto her arm.
JC smiled and nodded meekly while raging internally. Years of practice taught him how to school his emotions. He blinked and turned away from watching Derek flirt with the redhead. He looked around to see if anyone else was as appalled as he was. Trying to see if someone else here knew the true relationship between Derek and him, but no one bat a damn eyelash.
He looked toward the bar and caught Justin's bold stare. He forgot to breathe for a second after feeling the intensity of Justin's eyes.
JC missed being looked at like that. Derek should have looked at him like that. He should have done a lot of things, but now was not the time to analyze. JC looked down and quickly looked back up. This time he openly stared back at Justin. He began to wonder why did they break up as he walked across the club to the younger man.
"Hey," JC weakly called out as he approached the bar. He turned to look at Derek and saw him holding hands with the redheaded woman. The two were greeting guests as if they were a couple. JC scowled and then turned to look back at Justin.
"What's wrong, Jace?" Justin could guess what happened, since he watched JC try to hug his current boyfriend, but he wanted to hear it from JC's mouth. Maybe it was really bad so then he could get to kick Derek's ass. But that was only hopeful wishing.
"I miss you calling me that," JC smiled and sat on the stool next to Justin.
"Me too. What's wrong?" He focused all of his attention on JC.
"What's never wrong?"
"Hmm...okay I am going to have to play the guessing game. JC answering a question with another question. That means that something is bothering you or you are in a pissy mood. And since I know you weren't in such a mood when you left to meet Derek, I can only assume that Derek is the one to blame. So again JC, what's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it here. Let's go into the other room," JC rose up from his stool.
"Other room?"
"Yeah, I kept Derek's gift back there. It's the owner's private office. C'mon, J." JC walked away from the bar, leading Justin to door that was close to the entrance of the club.
"You know I never noticed this door," he said, making small talk.
"Yeah," JC sighed bitterly, "there's a lot of things people don't notice." He pulled out a key from his pocket and opened the door. Once the door was opened, they walked into a small corridor, which had another door to be opened. JC used the same key to open that door and the walked into a lavish office.
Justin whistled in appreciation, "Damn. This shit is fly."
"Yeah," JC searched for the gift box, trying to remember where he placed it last. He had came earlier to the club to make sure that the decorations and catering were up to par and he left it inside of the office. "You know what, how about we just give Derek the gift and we call it a night?"
"Um JC, you are throwing this party. Why would you want to skip out so soon?" Justin sat down on the fur-lined sofa. He patted the spot next to him signaling JC to sit down.
JC who had found the box, sighed and sat down next to his ex-boyfriend. "I'm tired." He lied.
"This is about Derek and the redhead, isn't it?" Justin decided to cut the bullshit and go to the heart of the matter. "Fuck the both of them." Justin haughtily announced
"No Justin it's not that. Well not only. I mean, he never fucking introduced me to his family. Damn, other than his mother, he had no other fucking family! He lied to me last week about going away for business Justin! You heard Kimberly! His sister! Derek was fucking partying it up! He felt that he had to lie to me! I wouldn't have fucking cared if he wanted to party alone! Damn it!"
Justin sat there in silence and listened to the other man frustrations.
"He didn't want me to hug him! 'Not here, JC!' Like I was a fucking nuisance to his ass! What else has he lied to me about? Huh? I put up and tolerate his shit for what?!"
"I don't know, Jace. Why are you?" Justin cut into JC's tirade.
"What?" JC blinked.
"Why did you break up with me?" he asked seriously.
"Why are we discussing this now? You know why we broke up, Justin." JC drew his eyebrows together.
"Do I?"
JC sighed, "Justin, you wanted to break up. So, I just beat you to the punch."
"When did I ever say to you to call what we had 'quits'?" Justin implored. Justin moved closer to JC. He wanted to find out exactly why they we not together anymore.
"Justin, don't start this shit now! Let's just get out here!" JC boomed as he got out of his seat and headed to the door. He fingered the keys and silently ordered Justin to get up.
Justin complied. He lifted himself from the couch and made his way out of the room. He brushed past JC, dragging his front along JC's side and making the brunette shiver. Justin arched an eyebrow, leaning against the door leading to the club, waiting for JC's next move.
JC quickly turned his back to the blonde and locked the office door. He slowly turned away and was not prepared for Justin's next move.
Justin swiped the keys from JC's unsuspecting hand and he pocketed them. "Now you are going to answer my question, Jace. Why'd you break us up. And don't tell me that it's cause it was what I wanted cause I didn't want that."
"Give me the keys, Justin."
"No." Justin folded his arms against his broad chest, daring JC with his eyes to try and get them.
"Justin! Look Justin, I don't want to play any games, okay? So just give me the fucking keys! And move out of the way!"
"Just answer me! Why JC? Why?" Justin pushed his body away from the door and backed JC into the other door. "Please." he pleaded.
JC relented. "I thought that was what you wanted. I thought. You. You know we weren't spending as much time together and we kind of drifted apart. It's like we loved each other, but were hanging on just because we had to. Not because we wanted to. I figured that you were going to break us up first, so I just did what you wanted to." JC finished dejectedly. He banged his head against the door and closed his eyes.
"You know that's a shitty excuse, but I believe that you actually believed it." Justin smirked. JC smirked back instantly, his eyes still closed. "Jace, I didn't want us to break up. I thought all we needed to do was talk. We just needed to sort things through. Damn, the only reason why I let you go so easily was because I thought that you wanted to be free."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Oh." Justin smiled and knocked the little gift box out of JC's hand.
JC opened his eyes to stare at the taller man. "What are you doing now?"
Justin pressed himself against JC. "I've waited for six months to do this again JC and I am not giving up my chance." Justin growled.
JC opened his mouth, but Justin covered it with his own. Justin laved his tongue, relearning the sweet cavern that was JC's mouth. JC was a little slow to respond, but he enthusiastically tongued Justin with fervor.
"I missed this." Justin spoke into JC's mouth.
JC nipped Justin's bottom lip, "Me too."
Justin dove back in with all the pent up frustrations he carried for the past six months. He couldn't believe he was actually making out with JC. He'd dreamt of this. Well, not in a corridor of a club, but he could improvise.
He ran his hands down JC's sides and felt for the laces on the front of JC's pants. He hurriedly unraveled the knot and opened the fly, all while sucking on JC's tongue. He grabbed onto a part of JC he missed a lot. JC moaned in appreciation.
Justin pulled back from cramming his tongue down JC's throat and rained kisses over the man's face. "Mmm, no underwear. Let's..." Justin mumbled between kisses. He dragged his tongue down JC's cheek and then his neck.
JC understood what Justin meant by 'let's'. "Nuh-uh. We can't."
Justin looked up, "Why not? You want to and I goddamn want to, so why not?" He opened JC's fly wider and began to pull down his pants.
"Justin, there are about two hundred people out there, partying it up for Derek's birthday. How uncouth would it be if we fucked--"
Justin cut JC off, "Make love." He began to stroke JC's erection.
JC sighed, "Whatever. It's wrong." He rolled his eyes in pleasure.
"Uh-huh. Take off your pants baby." Justin brought the pants down to JC's thighs.
JC stared into vivid, lustful eyes and began to shimmy his pants down his legs. "I can't believe we are doing this." His pants dropped down to his ankles.
"You better fucking believe it." Justin placed his foot on the seat of JC's pants and pulled them off. He kicked them to side, next to the forgotten gift.
Justin leaned back a bit to appraise the half naked JC. "Damn JC. My brain is like mush right now." Justin rubbed his clothed cock on JC's leg.
"Well, I hope that you can clear it up some for me. Though I'd have fun watching you hump my leg, I kind of have other plans for you." JC reached down to jerk himself.
Justin salivated at the sight. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet while using his other hand to help JC.
"Just like that, J." The brunette panted out appreciatively. He thrust his hips in time with the strokes.
"Got to get my condom, Jace." Justin reluctantly let go of the oozing shaft and fished for his condom packet, which he hid behind his driver's license.
JC snorted, "You expected on bagging me tonight?" He watched Justin unbuckle his pants and noticed he was going commando as well. Justin let his jeans fall to his ankles but didn't bother to step out of them.
Justin tore the packet with his teeth. He spat out the edge, pulled out the extra-lubricated condom and rolled it onto his red dick. "Shit," he hissed out.
JC reached out and began to suck on Justin's tongue. He gripped onto Justin's back and wrapped his bare legs around Justin's waist. "Let's." JC moaned to the blonde.
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"Hey there birthday boy! It's time to sing 'Happy Birthday' to you!" Kimberly happily reminded her brother.
Derek smiled and searched for his boyfriend in the crowd who gathered around the gigantic cake. "Hey. You see JC?"
"Oh my God, did I? I can't believe you didn't tell me you knew him or Justin! I got their autographs! Can you believe it? I thought you didn't like their music."
"I don't. I-" He was cut off by Kimberly. She ignored his negative reply to their music.
"Oh my God, how about you have them sing you 'Happy Birthday'? That would be so memorable!"
Derek grimaced, "Um, I don't think that they would want to be bothered. So you haven't seen them then?"
"Not for awhile. Some host you are. You have two famous guests at your party that you could have showed off and you walk around with Rebecca on your arm? You're crazy!" She exclaimed while holding her hands on her hips.
Derek figured that JC was having a hissy fit and probably went home. He guessed he just had to give him some of the 'Derek stick' to keep him happy. Plus, JC had Justin to keep him company. He might have been a little jealous, but the two have been broken up for months and no one in their right mind would want to voluntarily give Derek up. Right? Well, that's what Derek thought.
"C'mon Derek, everyone's waiting!" She grabbed onto his hand, leading him into the center of the crowd.
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"Yes, let's baby," Justin growled as he slid his saliva slicked middle finger into JC's awaiting hole. "God I missed this."
JC couldn't speak as Justin added another finger and pressed into his prostrate. He dug his heels into Justin's lower back.
Justin was too anxious to continue with the foreplay. He drew his fingers from the hot crevice and positioned the head of his shaft at JC's opening. JC pushed out, wanting to take Justin in. Justin was more than happy to oblige. He entered smoothly and paused, giving time to JC to get used to his girth. When JC mewled softly, Justin knew he was ready.
He began to move his hips toward JC, pressing the slight man into the oak door. He set an even pace, loving the sound JC's head made when hitting the wood. "Tell me you love me." he purred.
JC was too busy crossing his eyes and riding Justin's pistoning hips to answer.
Justin sped up his pace. "Tell me." He breathed into JC's locks and pulled on JC's erection.
JC clenched his anal muscles around the pulsing cock, "Justin. I'm being. Fucked into the. Door. Baby. Rest assured. I. Still. Love. You." JC moaned into Justin's neck. He tightened his hold on the wide back and placed his head on the younger man's shoulder.
"God JC, I love you so much. I never stopped." Justin confessed. He stopped moving his hips, but left his hand on the brunette's penis, so JC could understand how much he truly meant it. JC looked up. He scrutinized JC's eyes to see if he was telling the truth. Justin found nothing but love and lust in those clear blue eyes.
"Now you better start over again or I'll make you pay." JC jokingly threatened as he wiggled his backside.
Justin restarted with a renewed intensity. He put all of his emotions into his fluid hips, hitting JC's special spot with each thrust. The two moaned in gratification and Justin stroked a bit faster and JC grinded a bit harder.
Both were close to cumming. Their balls tightened up respectively and the two were almost at their climatic peak.
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"Happy Birthday to you!" The crowd began to sing. Derek stood amongst the well- wishers with a big grin on his face.
"Happy Birthday to you!" Rebecca held onto his arm and smiled brightly.
"Happy Birthday, Dear Derek! Happy Birthday to you!" Derek bent over, ready to blow his candles. There was a big silence over the crowd, waiting for the man to extinguish his candles. Derek opened his mouth, ready to blow and...
"JUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTIN!!!!" was vibrated throughout the club.
Everyone's eyes turned toward the entrance of the club, not sure exactly where the yell originated from. "Who was that?" Mostly everyone asked out loud. Derek knew that damn sound. That was his JC crying out in pleasure. Sounds like Justin hooked up with his man at his birthday party. It was a ludicrous thought in Derek's mind. His anger boiled at the sheer embarrassment of the situation. He stomped away from his cake and guests and made his way to the entrance. He remembered seeing a door there. The two lovebirds were probably behind it. He banged on the door, wanting the two to show themselves.
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"Jesus, JC," Justin panted into the man's neck. The two enjoyed one of the most pleasurable orgasms together.
JC grunted back in response, his vocal cords were slightly burning from his loud yell.
"I bet everyone out there heard you." Justin smirked. He didn't care if the entire world heard JC especially when it was his name JC cried out.
"So?" The sweaty pair breathed in much needed oxygen with Justin still implanted in JC. The brunette began to brush little kisses over Justin's flushed face.
But their post-coital time was cut by someone's angry knock on the door leading to the club.
"Guess somebody heard." JC deducted out loud. "I have a feeling it's Derek."
They heard Derek's order to "come out". "Looks so. Hey are we a 'we' again?" Justin asked hopefully.
JC licked Justin's lips with the tip of his tongue. "What do you think?" he purred.
"That we should go at it again." Justin wriggled his eyebrows up and down. He stared into his returning boyfriend's eyes and batted his eyes comically.
JC giggled, "I'd love to go for round two but I'd much prefer a bed to lay down on because I think I might have blisters on my back."
The banging on the door became incessant.
Justin rolled his eyes, "I never liked Derek, you know." He pulled out.
JC placed his feet on the ground and picked up his pants. "Ha! I think you made me know every day." He quickly put his pants on and looked at Justin as he tied his laces.
"Yeah well, I don't have to worry about that now." Justin bent to pick up his pants from his ankles and then noticed the condom on his shaft. "Hmmm, now where to put this?"
JC smirked, "I have so many dirty answers to that question, I don't know where to begin."
"Why don't you show me all of them when we get home." He winked naughtily. "But I'm talking about the condom. Oh wait, I know." He bent and picked up the gift box for Derek. He slid the condom off and opened the box flap. He threw the used, dripping condom inside and closed it up.
"Justin!" JC laughed.
"Well it's a better gift than whatever you got him." He zipped up his jeans.
"You're incorrigible."
"And you love it and me. Let's go." He held out his hand.
JC grabbed the keys and took a hold of the proffered hand.
Justin opened the door, which was locked on the outside to face an angry Derek. "Hey there, Dull Dick!" he said to Derek only for him to hear. He shoved the box into his hands. He looked past the black haired man, to the crowd. "Looks like JC stepped on a nail. I'm going to bring him home!" he announced loudly. He sneered at the open mouth Derek.
JC faked a limp, held onto Justin's hand and smiled brightly at Derek, "It's over. So go fuck yourself." He whispered. He turned away, but then remembered something and turned back. "Oh yeah, the bill for this shindig will be sent to your house. Asshole."
The happy couple made their way out of the club.
The End