"You don't know shit!" The fifteen-year-old bully exclaimed as he pushed a ninth grader in the brick wall. The fighting boys were outside of their high school. JC had cornered the boy when he was leaving from the side entrance.
"JC, man, I didn't even say-" the scared boy was cut off by JC's flying closed right fist to his mouth.
"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled to the injured boy. "You don't have all that fucking mouth now, do ya? Going around telling people that I like it up the ass? That I'm a fucking bitch? Who's the bitch now?!" JC snarled at the curled up boy on the ground.
Timothy tried to say something, but JC kicked him in the head.
"Huh, Timmy? What are you going to say?" he asked condescendingly.
Timothy shook his head rapidly, as best he could, "I'm not," he spat out bloody spittle and looked up at the bully, "I'm not going to say a thing. I didn't say anything," he wheezed out.
JC kicked him in the chest, smiling when he heard the younger boy gasp in pain. "Now I'm not going to have to hear that you are spreading lies about me around school now, am I?" JC placed his foot on the upper torso of the fallen victim. He leaned into it, causing a tight pressure on the boy's already bruised lungs.
"No!" he squawked out, trying to catch his breath. "No!"
JC took his foot off Timothy and squatted down on his haunches to look the injured boy in the eye. "Good," he smirked and spat in the boy's face. He stood back up and made his way of the deserted outdoor basketball court, hearing Timothy moan out in pain.
JC looked around making sure no teachers were around and saw a pair of unblinking eyes on him. The unwavering eyes were connected to a curly, blonde head and a tall, gangly body.
His name was Justin Timberlake. JC remembered that he was a nerd, some thirteen-year-old whiz kid who skipped a fucking grade. A goddamn dork in JC's book, he did not see Timberlake as a threat but he wanted to show the kid who's fucking boss in Edison Carver High.
The boy had watched JC beat the hell out of Timothy Wrangler outside behind their school. He heard that Timmy had been spreading rumors about the ice blue eyed, brunette teenager. He was waiting to hear about JC kicking the gossip's ass. Looks like JC waited for Tim after his band practice.
Justin stared at the older boy, watching him stalk away, with sure strides, from the bloody, bruised mess. He took in the not so quite tight jeans and scuffed Nikes. He observed his puffed out, slender chest and his angled face. Justin damn near worshipped his wavy, shoulder length brown hair and aquamarine eyes.
Justin wished he could have ran up next to JC and gave him a high five for whoopping Tim's ass so well. Then maybe, JC would have given him a full smirk, showing his crooked teeth. Then maybe, just maybe, Justin would have held JC's hand and rubbed his bruised knuckles. And since he knew JC wouldn't want to be seen holding another boy's hand, the two of them would have walked to the back alley behind the school, not holding hands of course, but waiting until they were hidden from everyone's view. Then Justin would of held JC's hand and then be kissed on the cheek, then his mouth and...
But Justin lost his reverie when he noticed that his crush was looking back at him. Looking the younger boy up and down, assessing him. Justin didn't move or flinch away, he just stared right back at JC, from across the court.
JC didn't like the feeling the blonde was giving him so he stood his ground and angrily stared back.
Justin didn't move.
JC swung his closed fist into his open palm, hoping to intimidate the geek, but Justin goggled at him even more. He felt his stomach jump, like there were a thousand bubbles floating around in there. "What the fuck you looking at?" he scowled.
Justin didn't reply, he wanted to capture this moment forever. Granted, the guy of his dreams was slightly threatening him, Justin, however, would take anything the brunette threw at him.
"What are you a fucking retard, Timberlake?"
Justin smiled inwardly. JC knew his name. He felt a full on beam coming out and before he embarrassed himself further, he turned his back to the bully and started to walk home.
"Hey motherfucker! Where in the fuck do you think you're going? Huh? I'm talking to you!" JC screamed at the retreating back.
Justin didn't glance back. He kept on walking.
JC began to chase after the boy, but then stopped. He didn't give a fuck about Timberlake anyway; he was just a fucking geek.
*`*`*`*`*`*
Word spread out that JC Chasez damn near killed Timothy Wrangler after school yesterday. One of his band mates saw JC grab Timmy once he stepped outside and watched the fight. Timothy obviously did not show up to school, furthering the rumors.
JC didn't care either way as long as everyone knew that he doesn't take bullshit lightly. He walked in late to his Math class and glared at the teacher, daring the man to say something about his tardiness. Mr. Mohabir was used to the behavior from his wayward student. He sighed and continued with his lesson.
JC stared out the window, ignoring the man's muttering about polygons and watched the boy's gym class play basketball outside. The classroom was located on the first floor, so JC had a great view.
He watched the boys play the game and secretly checked them out. He watched torsos strain and limbs twist and turn, struggling to claim the ball. He observed the way the gym shorts pulled against crotches, sometimes outlining a nice package, sometimes not.
JC felt himself get hot and looked around his class quickly to see if anyone noticed him. No one was even looking his way. He glanced at the clock and noted that he had twenty-five minutes of class time left. He raised out from his chair and headed out of the class.
"Excuse me, Mister Chasez, but where exactly do you think you are going?" Mr. Mohabir asked his rude student.
"To take a leak," JC lied nonchalantly and made his way out of the room. He never intended to come back.
JC made his way to the boy's bathroom and looked around to see if anyone else was in there and he found no one. He looked out the window, seeing nothing but trees and fences but he heard the freshmen boys' gym class. Since he could not see them, he utilized the next best thing, his imagination.
The teenager leaned against a sink, slid his left hand into his jeans and wrapped his hand around his erection. JC closed his eyes and pictured the hot, sweaty boys jumping up and down, topless in tight shorts. JC groaned at the mental picture and began to pull at his rigid phallus. He imagined the boys had sweat so much that their shorts were transparent. He can more than see the outlines of their cocks.
JC used his other hand to unbutton his pants so he could get a better grip on his cock. The sweat-drenched boys were now rubbing against themselves in JC's mind. Fuck the game. He stroked his swollen cock, smearing his pre-cum over his hand and shaft. He groaned lowly in pleasure, the sound echoing in the empty restroom.
He did not want to come out in the open and have someone catch him, so he stood upright and away from the sink. He kept his hand on his organ and began to walk to the nearest stall.
The door leading into the bathroom was opened. JC froze, his hand ceasing movement on his cock, which was jutting out from his open fly, his eyes wide with the 'deer caught in headlights' look. He stared at the intruder as he stared back at JC.
Justin definitely did not expect in his wildest dreams to ever catch JC in such a provocative pose. Justin felt himself automatically harden in his gym shorts. He had left the court to take a whiz, but that was the farthest from his mind as his brain recorded this moment for future whacking off sessions.
JC was stupefied at being caught. He didn't expect anyone to even use this bathroom until the damn bell rang, but obviously Timberlake was an exception. He took in Justin's gym uniform and though he saw an outline of the boy's dick under the soft gray cotton shorts. It was not helping his erection, in fact JC felt himself harden even more.
"Shit," JC whispered out loud.
Justin did not move an inch, he goggled at the boy.
"Well, what the fuck you never seen a dick before? Stop fucking staring and get the fuck out of here!" JC ordered.
Justin gulped and turned around leaving the restroom silently.
JC sighed heavily as he made his way to the stall and locked it. He leaned against the stall door and began to pump his shaft furiously. He didn't imagine sweaty boys as he pulled his glistening organ. His balls began to tighten and JC whacked off fervently, lifting his hips along with his ministrations, picturing curly blonde hair and tight gym shorts.
He squeezed his eyes as he came all over his hand. "Justin," he panted out quietly and trembled slightly.
*`*`*`*`*`*
JC leaned against the high school's wall outside the next day. It was after school, a time one would never see the slender bully hanging around unless causing some type of trouble. He waited by the side entrance waiting for band practice to be over. He had someone to meet.
The door banged open and teenaged band members streamed out. Some took notice of JC and hurriedly moved away. Some gawked openly at the boy as they walked by. And Timothy Wrangler saw his attacker and ran back inside the building, definitely not wanting round two. JC didn't care about any of them. He had some business to take care of.
Ten minutes later, everyone, including the band teacher, left. JC was getting ready to leave when the door opened once more.
Finally.
Justin walked out of the building, his head held down.
"Hey," JC called out to the younger boy.
Justin lifted his head, not believing the voice he heard. He saw his crush standing a few feet away from him, talking directly to him.
"What you fucking mute or something?"
"No. Um, you just, uh, startled me is all. Hi," Justin smiled.
JC did not return the sentiment. "Look I want to talk to you. But not here."
Justin lifted his eyebrows, "Um, like right now?"
"What the fuck you think I am standing out here for? To fucking reminisce about fucking school? C'mon." JC walked toward the back of the school, leading them to the back alley. Justin followed, figuring what JC would want to talk about. He hoped JC didn't blow up and fight him.
Justin's belly began to quiver. He didn't believe that this was happening. The two of them walking behind the school was so much like his daydreams about the both of them it wasn't even funny.
JC stood in front of the boy, pushing his face close to the blonde's. "Look, have you told anyone about-"
"No. I won't tell, you don't have to worry about it. No one will ever know," Justin cut in and assured.
"Why should I believe you, Timberlake?"
Justin openly stared into the misty blue eyes of JC and told him, "I wouldn't lie to you."
JC stared back, taking in the sapphire blue eyes and then he remembered his objective, "You better not. Or you'll end up like Timmy."
"I know," Justin stated calmly.
JC began to get lost in the blonde's eyes. He leaned forward and then abruptly pulled back. "I'm no fag," he announced plainly. He began to jerk his shoulders and pace.
"I never said you were." Justin watched the brunette walk back and forth. He inwardly giggled at viewing the boy. From the moment of JC leaning into him, Justin had a feeling that his crush might not be too impossible to be reciprocated.
"Yeah, well, just in case you had doubts."
"Okay."
"Yeah well um, bye. I'll uh see you around." JC finished awkwardly and left the alley.
Justin leaned against the wall and smiled. JC nearly kissed him. Today was a good day.
JC walked home, thinking about how pink Justin's lips were and how sincere his eyes were.
*`*`*`*`*`*
After that day, JC began to wait around after school more. He didn't wait every school day. He did not want to make it look like he waited for Justin. Sometimes he'd shoot his basketball, tag a window or a door but he definitely did not want to look like some sissy waiting for his bitch.
Justin seemed to know how JC felt about how other people viewed him. He would make sure to be the last member to leave school. Sometimes JC wasn't there and that was all right. But the days when JC was there, those days were fantastic. Justin relished each and every one.
Today, five weeks after the day he cornered Justin, JC waited for Justin's band practice to end. He sat on the front steps of the school, doing something he thought he would never do, read.
Justin had suggested the book and JC decided to visit the library and check it out. It was captivating. During the five weeks, the bully and the nerd formed a close friendship. Sometimes it seemed that Justin knew exactly what was going on in his head. JC never had a best friend and could barely stand his siblings, but Justin was different.
JC did not voice it but he knew that what the two of them had was deeper than any relationship a sibling could have. Justin knew when to talk, when to listen and when to shut up.
He even listened to JC's problem with accepting his sexuality. He realized he was gay, but no one knew other than Justin and him. He wasn't comfortable with anyone else knowing, but Justin was so cool with it. JC had thought that Justin was gay too. Well, he hoped he was because he wouldn't mind experimenting with the curly blonde.
All in all, Justin was JC's best friend. The whole school didn't know about it and JC liked it that way.
JC heard the side entrance door banging against the brick wall and he looked down at his watch. 4:30, right on time. He book marked his page, put his book in his back pocket and made his way down the stairs. He waited ten minutes and then made his way to the side of the building.
Justin walked out with his head held down yet again, not noticing JC.
"Hey Timberlake," JC called out softly and grinned.
"Hey Chasez," Justin looked up and smiled. He looked at the smiling brunette and noticed the older teen's eyes lingering on him.
"So um what are we standing here for? Let's go." He blushed when Justin didn't move his eyes from his.
"C'mon. I want to show you something," Justin turned and began to walk towards the back of the high school.
"What is it?" JC asked curiously as he followed the boy to the back alley.
Justin stopped and quickly grabbed the slender youth and threw him against the wall.
"What in the fuck do you think you are doing?" JC asked in shock.
"I really don't know, JC. When it comes to you, I seriously don't know."
"Well can you not know without throwing me against a fucking wall?"
"Look, I like you. And you like me. And I know it."
"I don't," JC looked into Justin's eyes, "I do. I do. We do."
Justin gave him a full on JC smirk. "I know." He leaned even closer, loosening his grip on the brunette.
"I thought you didn't know." JC teased.
"Shut up. I wanna hold your hand and kiss. Okay, make out but wherever we go, I want to go with you. Together." Justin moved his hands and leaned onto JC.
"So, you asking me out?"
"That depends. Would you?"
JC grabbed his hand and interlaced their fingers. He leaned in and kissed Justin on his lips. "I think that answers your question."
Justin smiled and leaned in to kiss his boy some more.
The End