Justin wasn't the type of person to use people but when he met JC at the bar in Atlanta he knew he was going to have to get some of that beautiful man.

Forget his girlfriend.

Forget his boyfriend.

"There he is." JC Chasez smiled, whispering to his friend beside him. The couple had made it to the infamous club, "112" upon hearing that Justin Timberlake was in town and indeed, in the VIP lounge. Now, how they were going to get there... what a different story.

"Does he even remember you?" Shawn, JC's black eyed companion inquired, looking around for a pot hole to the VIP.

JC bit on his lip as he squeezed through the tight crowd, his hand shooting out behind him, latching onto Shawn's wrist. "Um, I don't know. I hope so... but," he turned around giving Shawn a smile. "I'm leaning towards no."

Shawn grinned back. "He probably does. Didn't you say he was sweatin' your nuts?"

JC shrugged. "Maybe, but I was just showing off then." He turned back towards the lounge, his eyes narrowing in on the bright smile of the Justin Timberlake. "God." he breathed and dashed toward the entrance, Shawn in tow.

The security was tight, at least 3 or four guards and JC bit his lip, a horrid habit he picked up in high school. He turned worried eyes to Shawn who gave him a reassuring smile.

The young man stepped up to the security man on the left, the one standing right in front of the stairs.

"Melvin?" he asked tilting his head, a small smile on his lips.

The guard looked at him quickly before turning away. JC watched with amused eyes.

"Melvin Brickhound. Don't act like you don't remember me." Shawn put his hands on his hip sand JC put a hand over his eyes. Shawn had a history of bullshitting and right now, JC had a feeling it was going to blow up in both of their faces.

The brute man narrowed his eyes at the male before him, scrutinizing. Shawn grinned.

"Shawn Meyers." The guards eyes lit up and he gave Shawn a smile. A secret smile, and JC's mouth dropped as the two exchanged numbers, Shawn wading JC through the crowd and right into the lounge. The brunette turned to his friend shocked, his eyes darting from him to the bouncer.

"What the hell was that?"

Shawn's response was casual and JC rolled his eyes. "He was on the football team in high school and you know how me and football players go..." The blonde man gave JC a scandalous smile. "And well... ya know, things happened."

JC had to give it up. Shawn was smart and quick on his toes. And a total slut. JC was glad they were friends.

"Ok, so I'm going to find my ride home, wanna go get me a drink?"

JC raised an eyebrow. "Since when am I..." Shawn put a hand on JC's chin and directed him towards the upstairs bar, where it just happened a lonely looking Justin Timberlake was seated.

"Thanks for the Smirnoff, sweetie." Shawn's back was to him and the young blonde was dancing. JC smiled, practically skipping to the bar. He stopped a foot away and took a deep calming breath. He hadn't seen this man in months, he wanted to appear composed at least.

He took a seat next to the blonde, nodding towards the bartender. The guy with the apron approached and he leaned forward, mumbling a, "Whatcha want?"

JC watched from the corner of his eye as he told the bartender a Hennessey and Coke and smiled to himself as Justin's eyes slid over him quickly. Though, when he sat back down the man's eyes were trained on the drink before him. JC scowled.

"I was waiting for you." Timberlake turned to him and JC looked around, not sure if the celebrity had been talking to him or not. The chuckle made the brunette shiver, though. "Yeah, I was talking to you."

JC turned to him and chuckled himself, embarrassed. "Oh... Well, since we're being upfront here, I came because of you." JC looked up and into Justin's eyes, the glassy orbs radiant. "I didn't think you remembered me, actually."

Justin turned slightly and took a drink. "Why would you think that?"

The brunette rolled his eyes. "Alright, lets look at this. You: International Pro Basketball player. Me: some crazy fan. All the people out there and in here: beautiful girls, or boys, you could go home with. Now tell me why you would remember me again?"

Justin took another drink finishing his. "You underestimate yourself, babe." He looked out at the crowd, now sitting backwards on his stool. "You see that girl in the floral pink top." he pointed and JC leaned close, following his vision. He nodded and Justin continued. "You have better hair. See that dude right there, with no shirt?" JC nodded. "You have a slimmer waist. That guy right there, the one with the... whoa, um... shredded jeans." Justin was trying not to blush and JC was grinning because of it. "Well... yeah," he turned back to JC, "you're just a little more blessed." He turned back to the crowd. "That girl, with the big ass chest." He turned again and this time scooted closer, smiling into JC's face. "You have prettier eyes." JC was captured, imprisoned and loving it. " Now, do you see?"

JC opened his mouth but his tongue was thick and he nodded instead. Justin winked and let a hand slide across the brunette's thigh quickly and discreetly.

"Glad you understand. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get outta here." Justin stood and suddenly dread filled JC. He was leaving him? But he thought... he had said he was... great. He looked sadly at the floor.

"I'm sorry for keeping you-"

His hand was taken and he was pulled from the stool. "Lets go." Justin said quickly and took ahold of the older man's wrist.

JC smiled, not being able to hide it, being pulled from the club, knowing Shawn would more than understand.

Once the two had passed through the dark exit and out into the moonlit night, the clouds above creating light shadows, Justin let his hand slide into JC's, twining their fingers as he pulled him towards the limo in the parking lot.

JC watched as the limo driver threw down the newspaper he was reading and hurried to open the door for them. This was all too familiar. Justin stood beside him and he smiled, but right as he put a foot in, a yell of his name rendered him immobile.

"JC!" There it was again and it was too familiar and he couldn't breath. Justin looked up and saw a tall man making their way to them. He looked to JC who was still and cursed. He pushed JC in and slid in himself but the man stopped him from closing the door.

"JC?" he asked trying to peer in and Justin gave him a dirty look. The limo driver, Charen pushed the man away.

"Sorry sir," he apologized before closing the door walking over to his side. The other man though, stayed there trying to look in best he could and JC stared back, guilty.

"That must be the infamous boyfriend." Justin sighed and JC nodded, feeling ashamed and young, being scolded by an adult.

Justin leaned over, pressing JC's shoulders against the leather seats as their lips crashed together, moving with each other with ease, both remembering the other's moves easily. "What he doesn't know can't hurt him." Justin trailed noisy kisses over to JC's ear, nibbling on the cartilage, his knee sliding across to straddle the young man. "We're just friends, going out for a drink." His hands slid down JC's shirt and the brunette leaned up to catch those pink lips in yet another kiss. "Nothing more." Justin murmured and JC gasped into his mouth, the blonde's hand settling on his crotch. "So." Justin nipped at the man's bottom lip. "Your place or mine?"

It was Justin's hotel room of course. He wasn't going to disrespect Lauren like that. Nor did he want to risk getting caught.

"Touch me." JC moaned unashamed, begging for it. His hands gripped Justin's shoulder, his fingers digging into the golden skin when Justin pushed forward, his hips meeting the blonde's forceful thrusts.

He was going to come, again. 3 times in one night. Once to a glorious blowjob from THE Justin Timberlake, pouty lips and all. One to a quick romp, him on all fours, Justin behind him, hands curled around his sides.

And now would be his third, Justin's tongue sliding into his mouth, the blonde's fingers curling around his flushed and throbbing cock.

"Go.." Justin swallowed the rest of his cry, still thrusting until his body went rigid suddenly and JC groaned at the addition of the new weight. Justin, though, rolled off a second later, his breathing still shallow.

Their body's were vibrating with sleepy satisfaction and it was a chore to move an arm but his sweat was cooling and he was getting chilly, so JC moved towards Justin who hummed.

JC was almost asleep when Justin started talking. "So... what now?"

"I thought I was supposed to ask that. You being the star who only has sex to have sex." JC gave him a lazy grin and Justin pinched his naked asscheek.

"Yeah, because ya know I didn't wait for you tonight at all." Justin's smile was dazzling and JC sighed, his head falling back down to rest on his naked shoulder.

"I did it again." he mumbled to himself and Justin patted the small of his back.

"I'm sorry it has to be-"

"Sex is just sex, it doesn't matter how it is." interrupted JC and Justin looked at him with slightly sad eyes.

"Maybe." He rolled them over, settling between JC's legs, the brunette's soft cock feeling like velvet on his nude stomach. "Maybe not. We could have something on the down low-"

"No."

Justin looked shocked. "No?"

"I'm not into that-"

"Look at where you are."

JC narrowed his eyes and tried to wriggle out from Justin's grasp. He couldn't, the blonde's hands tight on his waist and he slumped back into the mattress, sad eyes full of thought.

"We got something. I know it, you know it. But that doesn't mean the whole world has to know about it." Justin brushed his lips against JC's, the brunette leaning forward into the kiss. The blonde pulled away, licking his lips.

"And that'd be sexy as hell." He gave JC's collar bone a nip. "You could be my secret lover." he smiled against JC's neck, his tongue darting out to taste the bittersweet salty skin.

JC nodded, not caring what he was agreeing to, just hoping that the gesture would entice Justin to do more.

Justin smiled down at JC's naked, writhing form. "Who are you?"

JC gasped as Justin's flat, warm palm skirted over him. "JC-"

"Who are you?"

"Your lover." It was immediate and the connection was solid now.

Justin bent down and licked at a nipple, his broad tongue sliding over the hard nub easily.

"Who's are you?"

"I... o-oh." JC breathed as Justin slid further down.

Justin's pink tongue slid from his mouth again and the slick tip circled around the head of JC's now hard cock.

"Who's?"

JC didn't hesitate. "Yours." Always.

"Mmm, JC you smell good." Lauren was snuggling up against him and JC gave his frie-... boyfriend. Boyfriend. He needed to remember that. JC gave his boyfriend's biceps a squeeze before his attention returned to the screen.

The Teen Choice Awards played and they were currently on best athlete. JC crossed his fingers when Justin's profile came up, the clip of him doing a juke making him grin.

"I'd do him. He's hot." Lauren kissed JC's neck. "No offense."

JC smiled. "None taken."

Of course, Justin won and JC had to restrain from smirking. Their earlier conversation had been about spiking the votes. JC wouldn't be surprised if he did.

But his smile slipped off when Justin Timberlake leaned into pop princess Britney Spears, giving her lips a chaste kiss. But, at least this time JC didn't shoot up in anger. Progress, right?

The phone rang and JC reached over deftly, his eyes still on the screen.

"Yo?"

"Your boys on-.. Ey, shut the fuck up!" Shawn was loud and JC held the phone from his ear for a second. "Sorry about that. Anyway, you see him up there?"

JC grinned. "Of course, me and Lauren are watching it."

Shawn laughed on the other line. "You're a little bitch, JC. See ya."

"Bye."

They snuggled together for a few minute more before the phone rang again and JC picked it up, half expecting it to be Shawn again.

"You watching me?"

JC couldn't help the smooth slide of the smile that spread over his face. "Last time I checked I was watching the Teen Awards, or whatever. Not you."

Justin chuckled and his hand tightened around the phone. "You liked my girl, she was lookin' fly that night, wasn't she?"

"I'd dig her if she had a dick in between her legs. I guess I have to settle for you. And you, well you're a little shit." JC looked down to see Lauren looking at him with a quirked eyebrow. Shit, he had forgotten he was there. He gave the blonde a small, teasing smile.

"Well, ya know I got something here that-"

"You can't wait?"

Justin grinned, shaking his head. "No! Come on, boy! I need it now!"

JC shifted and his hand slipped from around Lauren.

"You're fucking crazy."

"JC who is that?"

JC smiled at Lauren. "You know that friend I'm going to visit next week?... Her." he turned back to the phone conversation.

"I'm missing you."

JC nodded, voice soft. "I know."

"You gonna say it back or am I gonna hang up thinking about how hard my dick is and how my lover doesn't love me."

JC smiled, beside himself. His whispered became fainter. "Lauren's right here."

"Oh... oh! Well, ok. But I still miss you. And I'm still thinking about you. And I still want you." Justin paused. "Here."

JC laughed and narrowed his eyes. "You're a little punk."

"Yeah, wel- oh shit! JC, gotta go, bye love ya." The soft click terminating the call actually made JC smile and he put the phone back on the cradle. He turned to Lauren and noticed his distance, giving the younger man a glance before snuggling back up, his eyes returning to the television set. His sight was blurred though, strong tears pushing against his eyes, a lump in his throat.

He had said he loved him. For the first time.

He choked on a sob and tried to play it off. Lauren instinctively put a hand behind him and patted his back. JC gave him a grateful nod, his eyes sliding forward again.

Justin had said he loved him. For the first time. He had to say it. He had to say it back.

"I love you."

Lauren looked up, hazel eyes warm. "I love you too."

And JC laughed, silent tears rolling down his sculpted cheeks, over the curved edges of his face.

Because Justin loved him. Him. Him, plain old JC who was scrawny and flamey and didn't like basketball as much as he should and-

The phone rang, slicing through his thoughts and he sniffled, Lauren reaching up to wipe his cheeks. He cast JC a weird, concerned look and JC shook it off with a smile.

"Hello?" he sniffled and Justin's tenor voice filled his ears.

"I love you. I know I just said it but I realized that I do. I do. I love you. That's all, I still have to be gone. Britney got back and she's weird like that. So... I love you and miss you. See you in a few, baby."

The phone line was dead but JC was still holding the phone up to his ear, new tears forcing their way into his eyes.

"Whats wrong? C, baby, you're scaring me."

"Nothings wrong. Nothing at all." And it wasn't. Because Justin loved him. Him.

-Fin-