Justin pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked, climbing out of his rented SUV. Making his way hurriedly through the dense rain to the large front doors, he wiped the drops of rain off his face as he noticed a man squatting down against the side of the building, under the roof of the drop off port, a cigarette burning between his fingertips. His head was down so all Justin could see were long chocolate curls hanging over his face. He was dressed in a simple tee shirt and a pair of jeans, flip flops adorning his feet. As Justin got closer, the man looked up and Justin’s breath caught in his throat. A tiny gasp left his mouth. The man was gorgeous. Absolutely fucking beautiful. He had high, well defined cheek bones leading down to a strong jaw line and chin, a long sculpted nose that might have been too long on anyone else, but worked well on this man, and thick pink lips. Justin’s eyes wandered to meet the man’s own and he gasp again. Staring back at him were the most beautiful silver blue eyes Justin had ever seen. He was sure he would be able to see heaven through those eyes if he let himself fall deep enough into them.

It took him a moment to notice the sadness on the man’s face, but when he did, the smile fell off his own lips. He made his way closer, the man still watching him, until he was standing mere feet from where he was squatting against the building.

“Are, um. Are you ok?” Justin asked. He hoped he wasn’t being too forward, but the man smiled slightly.

“Not really. But I will be.” He pushed off the wall and stood to his full height, just a few inches shorter than Justin. “Name’s JC.”

“I’m Justin.” Justin watched as the man eyed him for a few moments then turned his eyes toward the parking lot, flicking his cigarette out onto the pavement. “Is there anything I can do to help? And please, tell me if I’m being too nosy here.”

“No, it’s ok. I’m just kinda stranded. I was waiting out the rain until I start the trek back home.” Justin saw the man’s eyes dart out to the pavement again, almost as if he was searching for someone. “Bastard.” It was mumbled low, lower than a whisper, but Justin heard him anyway and shot a curious look in his direction. JC’s eyes met his own again and he smiled sheepishly when he noticed Justin had heard him. “Sorry. It’s just, well, my boyfriend and I got in a fight and he kicked me out of the car and took off.” He paused for a moment. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear all about my pathetic life.”

“No, it’s ok. You got someone you can call? You could come up to my room and use the phone if you needed to.” JC looked at him again and Justin blushed, realizing he had just invited this man, this stranger, to his room.

“You sure about that?” JC asked.

“Yeah, if you want to,” Justin nodded. JC shrugged.

“Sure, thanks a lot, man.” They made their way inside and headed toward one of the elevators. Neither of them said anything as the elevator ascended to Justin’s floor, the penthouse suite. When Justin punched in the access code for the elevator doors to open, they finally stepped out into the hallway and headed toward a set of double doors, the only doors on the floor. Justin pulled his key out and unlocked the door, moving out of the way for JC to enter. He heard a low whistle and a sharp intake of breath as JC’s eyes scanned the luxurious room before him. It was the largest penthouse in the high class hotel and was more like a one story house than an actual hotel room. Three steps led down into the main living area and Justin moved down them, JC following him.

“Nice room. What do you do to be able to afford this sweet of a room?” Justin looked at him, shock written across his face for a moment. JC hadn’t exactly seemed to know who he was. At least he hadn’t giving any indication he knew outside, but Justin had just assumed he hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of it. It was very very rare to actually meet someone who didn’t at least mildly recognize him. He was Justin Timberlake, crowned prince of pop, after all. But JC seemed to truly be curious. “Sorry, I’m prying. None of my business.”

“No, it’s ok. I’m just, well, I’m kind of shocked you don’t know. Its really rare to find someone who doesn’t recognize me.” JC looked at him, studying his face, obviously trying to place him, but it was obvious to Justin he was coming up blank. “Justin Timberlake.” He supplied his name, but JC still didn’t seem to have any clue. It was a nice change. Most people practically fell at his feet, tripping all over themselves at the sight of him. JC shot him an apologetic look and Justin laughed lightly. “It’s ok man, don’t worry about it. The phone’s over there.”

JC made his way over to the phone and picked it up, dialing a number and placing it against his ear. After a few moments, he replaced it to the cradle, a sigh escaping his lips. He repeated the process three more times, replacing it each time without having spoken to anyone.

“How is it that everyone I know and could call for a ride seems to be out for the night?” His shoulders lifted slightly as he took a deep breath.

“You can stay here for awhile, if you need to. Until you can get a hold of someone,” Justin offered, letting his eyes rest on the beautiful man’s face again. It was doing things to his body that he was sure shouldn’t be happening after just knowing this man for ten minutes. And besides, even if JC was interested, he had already told Justin he had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who left him stranded at a hotel, but a boyfriend nonetheless.

“Are you sure about that? I really don’t want to be a pain in the ass.”

“It’s no problem at all,” Justin assured him. Besides, with you here, I can stare at you for as long as I want, he thought to himself. “Besides, I couldn’t have just left you to drown out there in that rain.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate this.” They moved to sit down on the large, plush couch.

“Just make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink?”

JC nodded. “Whatever you’ve got is fine.” Justin moved into the kitchen as JC pushed himself back into the couch, getting comfortable.

“Heineken ok?” Justin asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Justin returned with two, handing one to JC who popped the top off easily and took a long swallow of the thick liquid before turning back to Justin. “So what is it you do exactly? You seemed to think I should know who you are, so where should I know you from Justin Timberlake?”

“I’m a singer.”

“Really?” JC asked, interested. Justin nodded. “What do you sing? Maybe if I heard something I’d be able to place you.” Justin climbed to his feet again, in search of his CDs. Finding them in the bedroom, he returned and popped his CD into the expensive stereo in the living room, fast-forwarding to track two. “Like I Love You” filtered out from the speakers and he turned expectantly back to JC. Realization dawned on his face as he started to move slightly to the beat of the music.

“I know this song! I like this song. It’s great to dance to at clubs. This is you?” Justin nodded as JC continued to move to the beat of the song. “Don’t you also sing that song called “Rock Your Body?” At least, I think that’s the name of it.” Justin grabbed the remote from the stereo and made his way back to the couch, sitting down so he was facing JC.

“Yeah, that’s it. That was my last single. Although I’m just getting ready to release another one. That’s why I’m here actually. Promotion and everything.” He pressed track six on the remote, cutting “Like I Love You” off as the opening beats of “Rock Your Body” filled the room.

“This song's hot,” JC said, bobbing his head to the music. Justin began to sing along and the movement from JC stopped as he stared in awe at the sound coming from Justin’s mouth.

“You’re even better live than on a recorded track.” Justin blushed, even though he wasn’t sure why. He got compliments like that on a daily basis. It was just different, somehow, coming from this gorgeous creature. When the female voice kicked in, JC picked up the part, singing in time with the CD, against Justin’s part.

Talk to me boy No disrespect, I don’t mean no harm Talk to me boy I can’t wait to have you in my arms Talk to me boy Hurry up cause you’re taking too long Talk to me boy Better have you nekkid by the end of this song

In that moment, something happened between them. An intense look passed from one pair of shimmering blue eyes to another and before Justin knew what was happening, JC was leaning toward him over the small expanse of couch separating them.

“You just might,” JC purred in a low voice, referring to the last line Justin had sang. Justin’s cock jumped slightly and his heart skipped a beat or two. He licked his lips, waiting expectantly, knowing it was going to happen. And a few short seconds later, it did. JC’s lips closed over his own, his tongue slipped out, licking at Justin’s bottom lip, asking for access. Justin granted it immediately, his lips parting and JC swept inside. Their tongues battled, dipped, swirled, danced together. It was hot. It was full of passion and the only coherent thought Justin could grab on to was that he never wanted this kiss to end.

JC slid across the couch, closing the distance between them, and slipped his arms around Justin’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Justin needed to breathe, but that meant he had to remove his lips from the sexy man in front of him, and that was just something he didn’t want to do. Holding out a little longer, he finally had to pull away, breathing heavily. JC took the opportunity to attach his lips to Justin’s neck, sucking and nipping, causing Justin to moan. Then, just as suddenly as the kiss had started, JC pulled back, a fearful look in his eyes as he met Justin’s for a moment before dropping his head.

“I’m sorry. I should have...you’ve been so nice and I just completely took advantage of that.” He was rambling and Justin reached out a hand, placing it gently on his cheek, causing him to stop.

“I didn’t mind. In fact, I liked being taken advantage of. If you want to, then by all means, take as much advantage of me as you’d like.” He smiled. It was the should-be-patented “Justin Timberlake-make-someone-melt” smile. “But I understand if you want to stop.”

“Not if you don’t,” JC interrupted, leaning into him again, crashing their lips together.

“Not...mmm..not here. Bedroom.” Justin mumbled between kisses, between JC’s tongue doing erotic things to his mouth. JC nodded and stood, pulling Justin with him. They made their way, Justin guiding them, into the bedroom. Justin backed JC up until his knees hit the edge of the bed, causing him to tumble backwards. Justin was pulled with him and landed on top of him, their clothed erections rubbing together, causing both men to moan into each other’s mouths.

JC’s hands found Justin’s waist and he slipped his hands underneath. The sensation of his hands on Justin’s warm skin caused Justin to shudder and he pulled away for a moment, looking down into JC’s eyes.

“You sure you want to be doing this?”

“If you do,” JC said. It was all the assurance Justin needed. His lips found JC’s jaw and nipped lightly, causing JC to whimper below him. Slowly, Justin trailed his tongue along the skin up to JC’s ear.

“You’re sexy as hell. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you leaning against the side of the building.” It was whispered against his ear just before Justin pulled the soft lobe between his teeth, biting down gently before licking the sting away. JC’s hands wandered up Justin’s back and over his shoulders, taking the shirt with him and Justin pulled away just long enough for the material to be pulled over his head and thrown to the ground. Justin made short work of JC’s shirt as well before laying back down on top of him, one leg resting between JC’s thighs. He ground down, causing the man below him to buck up slightly. He smiled at the reaction and let his head fall to JC’s chest, licking a trail slowly down the center of it before taking one of his dark nipples between his teeth. He licked slow circles around the outside of it and bit down gently before moving to the other one. JC was moaning and whimpering softly, his eyes shut tightly, his hands running across Justin’s back.

Justin made his way lower, licking and tasting each and every inch of flawless skin below him, pausing to dip his tongue into JC’s navel. JC gasped and bucked up again, his eyes opening wide and meeting Justin’s. Justin saw the lust burning deep in his blue orbs and winked quickly at him before concentrating once again on the path below him. Dark hair trailed down his stomach and down below the waist of his pants, hanging low on his hips. Reaching for the button, Justin looked up at him again, silently asking permission one last time. JC just reached out a hand and ran it over Justin’s head, giving him silent permission.

Justin undid the button and slid the zipper down carefully. JC raised his hips off the bed and shimmed out of his pants, kicking them to the ground before relaxing back into the bed, a small smile on his face. Justin took a moment to stare at the beauty laid out before him. Laid out for him. JC’s thin body was spread and relaxed. His weeping cock hung tall and beautifully thick. He let Justin look for a moment before raising his arms, calling Justin back to him. Justin moved into them, resting, once again, on top of JC. Their lips met, but this time, it was slower, softer. Filled with something more than lust and hunger.

JC’s hands found Justin’s waist and in a quick move, he had wrapped his leg around Justin and flipped them, straddling his thighs when they stopped moving. His naked groin pressed down into Justin’s still covered one and Justin knew he needed to get them off as quickly as possible. He moved to unbutton them, but JC’s hand gently pushing his own out of the way, unbuttoning them for him and sliding them down his muscular frame.

Once they had been thrown out of the way, JC straddled him again, pressing their leaking cocks together.

“Fuck,” Justin moaned at the first uncovered contact as JC’s lips trailed over his chest and neck.

“That’s the general idea here,” JC chuckled into Justin’s skin. “You’re beautiful.” Justin smiled softly and let his hands trail down JC’s back, past his hips, to rest on his ass. He slowly kneaded the skin and muscle in his hands, causing JC to thrust down into him, moaning slightly. Removing one hand, he ran a finger along JC’s bottom lip before JC licked out, his tongue capturing the digit and pulling it inside the hot cavern. When Justin finally pulled it back, it was gleaming wet in the soft moonlight filtering in through the window. He trailed it back down to JC’s ass and ran it over the crack before dipping inside, searching for the puckered opening. He knew he had reached it more from the whimper that escaped JC’s lips than the actually feeling of it and he ran his wet finger around the opening slowly a few times before slipping inside.

Tight heat engulfed his finger and muscles swelled as the soft velvet constricted in resistance. JC pushed back against him, causing him to slide in deeper. He slowly removed it before plunging back in, opening JC as the man above him slid back with each thrust of his finger. Pulling out again, he reentered with two fingers, scissoring them slowly inside the quivering man.

“Want you in me. Now.” JC panted out, his eyes shut tightly in pleasure as he slid his leaking cock along Justin’s own again. Justin pulled his fingers out and rolled slightly, causing JC to readjust on his thighs, as he reached for his bag lying by the bed. As he unzipped it JC occupied himself by licking a trail up Justin’s side and chest, causing the blond to shiver. Grabbing blindly, he found what he was looking for and laid back. JC readjusted again as Justin produced a small bottle of lube. JC smiled and took it, pouring a small amount into his palm. Slowly, he wrapped his fist around Justin’s leaking member and slid along the length, causing Justin to moan and thrust up into his hand.

Justin’s hands found JC’s hips and he lifted him off the bed, bringing him down over his throbbing member. JC’s hands splayed across Justin’s chest as he slid back, Justin sliding inside him. The tight heat that had engulfed his fingers felt even better wrapped around his thick cock and he moaned as he concentrated on not thrusting upwards. JC was still getting adjusted to having Justin inside him and he didn't want to hurt the man.

JC’s head fell backwards, his eyes closed and Justin saw the pain slowly ebb away as pleasure and lust replaced it. Finally, just when Justin thought he was going to burst, JC started to move, sliding up and back down. They found a rhythm, Justin pushing up to meet JC every time he moved back down. JC’s thighs pressed tightly to Justin’s hips as he rode him. It was slow and gentle. JC was the most graceful person he had ever been with and every time he moved, Justin felt like he was about to explode.

Without breaking their rhythm, they picked up the pace, both of them feeling the impending release rising inside of them. Justin’s hands found JC’s hips again and he held on tightly as JC moved up and down, bucking against each of his thrusts almost wildly.

“Fuck,” Justin whispered, pulling JC to him, kissing him deeply. His tongue moved in and out in time with their thrusts. JC grunted and moan as he moved steadily along with Justin, bouncing on him, impaling himself more with each movement. JC spread his legs wider, causing Justin to hit his sweet spot and he collapsed against Justin’s chest, licking the thin trail of sweat that had collected on Justin’s skin. With ever bounce from JC and every thrust from Justin, he hit it. JC shuddered deep inside and it vibrated through his body.

“So good. Mm, uh. So hot.” JC mumbled, sitting up again, his hands running along Justin’s chest. “So close, Jussstin.”

“Me too, baby.” Justin mumbled, letting his hands trail over JC’s thighs and up to his swollen cock, leaking steadily between them. He ran his thumb over the tip before wrapping his fist around it and pumping it in time with their thrusts. JC moved faster, pressing down harder with each thrust. Then, in a flurry of lightly, he exploded between them. His muscles constricted, taking Justin to the brink of his own release.

“Josh!” He moaned as he came wildly, spurting hot sticky ropes into the man still moving slowly above him. JC collapsed against his chest, burying his head under Justin’s chin and kissed his neck softly.

“You’re wonderful, baby,” JC said as his body finally stopped trembling.

“Mmm, so are you.” JC sat up, Justin’s now soft member still inside of him, and looked down at the man below him.

“Way to blow it at the end there,” JC said, smiling. Justin’s eyes snapped open and he looked curiously at JC.

“What do you mean?”

“You called me Josh. I never told you my name was Josh.” Justin chuckled and let his hand trail over JC’s chest.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Although you almost didn’t get any sex at all.”

“Why’s that?” JC asked, although his mischievous smile said he already knew.

“You didn’t even know who I was!” Justin pouted. JC laughed.

“Hey, at least I was believable. I didn’t think I had it in me. But just so you know, next time, I get to be the egotistical pop star and you get to be the nobody standing outside brooding because your boyfriend left you stranded.”

“It’s a deal,” Justin laughed. JC climbed off of him and lay down next to him, wrapping an arm lovingly around his boyfriend.

“Who knew role playing could cause such a kick ass orgasm. We might have to try this more often.”

“Thanks for trying it in the first place,” Justin said, pulling JC’s body impossibly closer and kissing the top of his head softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, J. Always have, always will.”