"You do realize that I suck at putting, right?" JC said as he climbed out of the car. Justin slammed his car door shut and grinned over the top of the car at JC. A grin that said, yes, he knew. And that he was hoping for that.

"I'm sure to beat you this way."

"Ass," JC grinned, shaking his head. "Just for that, I plan on suddenly acquiring some putting skill right now just so you don't win."

"Good luck with that. Let me know how it works out for you." Justin slid up next to JC, leaning against the car, arms folded across his chest. His smirk was playful and he leaned body in toward JC's, lips brushing a light, barely there with a promise of more kiss against JC's own lips. "Come on, let's go so I can kick your ass."

"Don't count on it, hotshot," JC said, winking at Justin before turning and heading to pay for their game. Justin stood there for a moment, leaning against the car, watching JC as he walked away. Then, taking off at a slight jog, he caught up to JC quickly, hand finding the small of his back.

"What do you say we make this interesting?" Justin asked as his hand slid down JC's back, rubbing lightly over the round, firm ass beneath his fingers before pulling his hand away. JC threw a quick look over his shoulder and Justin caught the half grin, one side of his mouth rising up slightly, before he turned back around.

"Interesting how?"

"Hmm," Justin said, grabbing JC's wrist lightly, stopping him. He leaned in, pressing his lips against JC's ear. "How about sexual favors?" He punctuated it with a slow, wet lick along JC's jaw, causing him to shiver before pulling back. "Winner of each hole gets a sexual favor from the loser."

"So, between the two of us, there will be eighteen sexual favors exchanged?" JC asked, turning so he was facing Justin again. His eyes were wide and bright, shinning happily at Justin, so full of playfullness and love.

"Sounds about right. That is if you're willing to make that kind of a bet."

"Oh, I'm willing." He leaned in close to Justin, eyes never leaving the blue orbs in front of him. His hands found Justin's shoulders. "You're on, Timberlake." Lips getting closer and closer until there was no room left to move without their lips touching. But JC wouldn't move the last millimeter to connect them and his hold on Justin's shoulders was preventing Justin from making that last move. JC licked his lips, eyes sliding down to Justin's own lips, tongue peaking out slightly. Justin swallowed hard.

"Jace." And as soon as the word was out of Justin's mouth, JC pulled back, releasing Justin's shoulders. Justin whimpered slightly, eyes showing shock, questions lingering, unspoken, on his lips.

"You want a kiss, you better win a hole." JC winked, turning and bounding away. "Come on, J. Time to get this thing going." Justin sighed, shaking his head before hurrying after JC. He was going to pay for that.

When they reached the main counter, JC reached for his wallet, pulling it out of his back pocket.

"My treat."

"Ooh, big spender. Don't let the six bucks set you back, Jace." Justin teased, laughing at the indignant look on JC's face.

"You keep that up and you'll get nothing else out of me today. Including dinner and sex later," he whispered, his hand sliding discreetly behind Justin to pinch his ass. Justin jumped, yelping loudly, causing the young girl behind the counter to look in their direction.

"Stop that. We are in public," Justin said, a mock scowl sliding across his face.

"That didn't seem to matter to you when you wanted to make out with me in the parking lot," JC said, grinning at the soft chuckle that slipped from Justin's mouth.

"I'll make out with you anywhere I damn well please, public be damned."

"That a promise?" JC asked, one of his eyebrows rising slightly. "You plan on throwing me down on the ninth hole and having your way with me?"

"You keep the touchy feely shit up and I just might. Now, less chatter, more putting. I plan on making you my slave tonight." Justin stepped up to the counter quickly, stopping any reply JC might have.

JC saw the look of recognition pass along the young employee's face immediately but she swallowed down anything she wanted to say. Her eyes were wide though, going from JC to Justin and back again as JC slipped the money across the counter. As she turned to reach for a score card, JC felt Justin nudge him lightly and when JC turned to look at him, Justin wiggled his eyebrows playfully. He'd noticed the recognition on her face as well and when she turned back to hand the score card to Justin, he let his hand brush along hers slightly when taking it. JC saw a slight shiver run through her body. I know that feeling. Trust me, hon, I know it well. The thought made him smile, memories of Justin's large hands sliding along his skin, touching and caressing and loving. Lips grazing the planes and muscles. Fingers bring him the ultimate pleasure.

JC shook his head, clearing the thoughts away, burying them back into the corners of his mind, locking them away in his heart as Justin reached into the bucket of balls that sat on the counter in front of them. An array of colors sat, just waiting for them to choose the one they wanted. Justin, just like JC knew he would, pulled out a deep blue one, throwing it into the air before catching it again. The young employee was busy finding clubs for each of them and JC raised his eyebrows slightly, catching Justin's eye.

"A blue ball? Planning for later, maybe?" Justin rolled his eyes, reached into the basket pulling out a hot pink ball and tossing it to JC lightly.

"Not gonna be a problem. Not with the little wager we have going on. I plan on cashing my winnings in tonight."

"If you win, you mean." They accepted their clubs and moved away from the counter, headed for the first hole.

"Jace, babe. No offense, but I really don't think you're going to beat me in anything golf related. Have you forgotten already that I spend a fair amount of time on golf courses while you've been golfing exactly three times in your life?" JC just smiled and moved past Justin, stepping onto the fake green of the first hole.

"You going first, or am I?"

"By all means," Justin said, arms spreading wide to indicate that JC could take the first shot. And as JC stepped up to the tee, bending to set his ball down before he stood again, legs spread slightly, club lined up, Justin crossed his arms across his chest, watching with a mixture of amusement and happiness.

JC pulled the club back and swung, hitting the ball way too hard. It made it to the end of the fake green and bounced off the wall, skipping over the hole and rolling halfway back down the green toward JC again. Justin chuckled lightly until JC turned to glare at him. He shut is mouth tightly but his eyes still sparkled with amusement.

"You're turn, hot shot." JC raised his club toward Justin tugging slightly when Justin grabbed the end, pulling him closer. "Get that blue ball down there and in the hole if you're so confident you can win." And without a word, Justin dropped his ball into place, grinned widely, cockily, at JC before turning to hit his ball. It rolled nicely toward the hole, stopping in line to easily make the shot off his second putt. Moving toward the hole, Justin lined his shot up and hit it lightly, dropping it easily into the hole.

"That's how it's done, babe." The cocky grin was still there, but it was playful and JC couldn't help but grin back as Justin made a flourishing mark on the score card, indicating his two for the first hole.

"You keep talking, J. We'll see who's doing more for who later tonight." It took JC three more tries to get his ball to land in the hole and as Justin moved to write a four on the score card, JC let a secret smile slide over his lips. You have no idea what's about to hit you, Timberlake.

Six holes later as JC sunk his third hole in one on hole number seven, he turned just in time to see Justin's mouth drop open in shock. He closed it quickly only to open it again, but no words would come out.

"I believe that's one more sexual favor you owe me, Mr. Timberlake."

"How in the hell..." Justin trailed off, looking from JC to the hole where his ball still lay and back again. "Ok. What is going on? When did you get so good at putt-putt?" JC wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "I mean, damn. Every time you've gone golfing with me, no offense babe, but you suck. What the hell gives?"

"Lucky day I guess," JC shrugged. But Justin could tell it was more than that. He could see it in JC's eyes, see it in the slight grin of his face, in the way his muscles moved and relaxed. JC had been playing him all along.

By time they reached the eighteenth hole, JC's ball once again going in the hole in less strokes than Justin's, marking his seventeenth and final win on the score card, Justin was speechless. JC, the man that he'd known better than anyone for years and years, had just beat him badly in a game Justin was sure was going to be an easy win for him. And he had absolutely nothing that could explain how it had happened.

JC moved to him, throwing an arm companionably around his shoulder in the way that was deemed acceptable in public. But his voice was anything but public-friendly when he lowered, whispering for only Justin to hear.

"I think I'm going to have fun cashing in on this tonight."

"How. In. The. Hell. Did you do that?" JC pulled away as they headed back to the main counter to hand in their clubs. "I mean seriously, Jace. How is it that in all the years I've known you, I've never seen you do that well at putt putt."

"You know how you won't play pool with me?" JC asked, handing his club across the counter to the employee.

"Yeah, because you're a damn pool shark and sweep the table every time. But what does that have to do with this?"

"Same basic concept. It's all about geometry. You hit the ball against the right place on the wall and it will line it up perfectly. And the stakes have never been high enough to prove anything until now." He winked quickly at Justin as he slid past him, his hand sliding along Justin's crotch in a quick, short, hot grasp. Justin's eyes fluttered closed, almost against his own will. But when he opened them again, JC had moved away, heading toward the car. Justin hurried to catch up to him.

"You suck, just so you know." A slight pout slid over his lips and JC laughed loudly, head falling back in glee.

"I might. You did get one win. That means you get something tonight. Just remember to choose wisely." His hand found Justin's as they both slid into the car, squeezing lightly. "And stop pouting. This was a good lesson for you."

"Oh yeah?" Justin turned to look at him, eyebrows rising slightly. "And what lesson would that be?"

"Don't be a cocky bastard unless you're sure you're going to win." JC leaned across the seat, mouth by Justin's ear. "And don't make bets your ass can't cash."

"My ass, and every other part of my body, can cash anything you want it to cash. But I think I remember you offering me dinner first. Feed me then I'm your slave." And as JC started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, Justin's hand found it thigh, sliding up to close for a moment over the thickness between his legs, giving a quick preview of everything that was to come that night. And as Justin stroked slowly, lightly, JC decided, in that moment, that putt-putt was the absolute best game in the world.