Title: Unlikely, Part Two
Author: Granitite Stone, granitite@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: If they were mine, would I be writing fanfiction?
Rating: NC-17
Notes: I got a scene in my head that refused to go away. A study hall short written in fourty two minutes or less.
Summary: The next morning.....

Someone was kissing him. And groping him. Yup, there was definitely another person's hand on his cock. The voice whispered, "I know how you can make it up to me."

Oh yeah. Nick had spent the night. They'd both been so tired when he'd crawled into bed, nothing had happened, but now… "How?" He already sounded a little breathless.

"Let me fuck you."

"Ok." As long as Nick kept doing that thing with the dancing fingers, Justin was up for about anything. A single slick finger pushed inside him.

"Been too long." Nick muttered as he stretched the tight muscle and worked in a second finger. "We have to be in the same city more often."

"Hell yeah." Justin whimpered as Nick triggered his prostate. "Missed you."

Nick smiled and kissed him. "We'll be off tour soon. Then maybe we can see each other more often." Another moment passed, and Justin could feel and erection as hard as stone pressed into his hip. "Ready?"

"Please." Then there was a long slow push into his body. Nick was being gentle, so gentle. Long, deep, slow thrusts. Hand working his cock, mummers of words he couldn't understand, and being careful to hit that gasp spot, Justin never wanted Nick to stop. Yes, it had been much too long.
Nick traced the bruise on his jaw. "You got this for me, because of me. I can't believe I'm so lucky."

He moaned Nick's name as he came, hot between their thrusting bodies. He tightened like a vise around Nick and he could swear his lover's eyes rolled back into his skull. "Oh god." A hot rush filled Justin's body, and Nick collapsed on top of him. Their eyes opened, and met. Nick rested his forehead on Justin's. "I've been missing you so much."

"I know." Justin tousled his hair. "By the way, I like it best this way."

"Nice soft spikes, just like you ordered." With a sigh, Nick rolled off Justin. "I have to leave soon. Gotta get to Boston."

"Are you sure they won't let me keep you?" Justin pulled him close. "I have a confession to make. I have a print of that picture of us with Aaron."

"Me too. That way no one notices I carry around photos of you." Nick grinned. "He's the best, you know? He's kept his mouth shut for a lot longer than I expected. Not even my mom knows who my mysterious boyfriend is."

"You really have to go." Justin said sadly, as he looked at the clock. "I have to be in the lobby in ten minutes."

"Am I gonna have to wait another month before I can see you again?" Nick started searching for his clothes.

"I'll do my best. At least we're off tour." Justin kissed him one more time, and shoved him towards the door. "I love you, you know."

"I know." Nick gave that smile that sold a million records. "Love you too."

Nick Carter walked out of the hotel whistling, a happy look on his face. He never noticed *N Sync on the other side of the lobby, staring at his presence in shock.

END
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