my name is justin randall timberlake, and i'm in this vocal group called 'n sync. we're pretty big, so you may have heard of us. this story is about 2 summers ago when we went on our "no strings attached" tour. it was the most amazing summer of my life -- we got to ride around in these buses all over the U.S., girls screamed for us every time we turned around, and i got to spend all kinds of quality time with jc.

jc is my best friend, and, at the time this all happened, that was all he was. i'd looked up to him -- revered him, practically -- since we were kids together on MMC back in the day. he had this amazing smile and this amazing voice and... and... yeah. he was just plain incredible. i knew all this, but mom always told me how strongly i felt for jc was some sort of hero worship thing. that summer i learned she was wrong.

so yeah, it was the summer of 2000, and the we were out bouncing on stage just about every night. that summer i was 19 years old, and i didn't think life could get any better. the girls would scream, and i would smile and laugh during shows because they were so devoted. it was endearing. they really were cute. did i want to sleep with any of them? no, not really. most of them were 12 years old. and none of them was jc.

when josh first crept into my fantasies, it didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. he was my best friend, why was i thinking about him in that way? mom would've called it another form of hero worship, i'm sure, and at first i pretended that it was. but soon i knew what i was dealing with was much bigger than that. it was love.

he was the one who was always willing to slip into the background and give me center stage, even though the girls liked him almost as much as they liked me. night after night i felt like i was the one who stole the show, and i felt like he would want nothing to do with me because of that. but he'd just smile at me, the same as always, and run his fingers over my damp curls, and i'd get shivers and swear i'd give up all my solos if he'd just touch me like that again. i'll admit that i could never take my eyes off of him while he was on stage; he was a natural performer, he commanded the audience's attention. and his energy out there -- it was otherworldly. that made me wonder what he'd be like on his back under me, squirming like that and ... yeah. for real, i could just sit and watch him dance for hours. the boy has incredible rhythm -- almost as good as mine. ok, maybe as good. hey, maybe even better.

i was so far gone.

so yeah, here's the story: one day, about 7 a.m. on a saturday, we were traveling to a new city for a show the following day. everyone was still sound asleep, as i had been until a few minutes earlier. lying there in my bunk on the bus. i was thinking about jc, like usual, when i got a wonderful, wicked idea. it's common knowledge that jc is an incredibly hard sleeper -- he can even sleep standing up! i've seen him! -- so if i were really quiet climbing out of my bunk and into his... oh my goodnight, i started to get hard just thinking about the things i could do. the only catch was not waking anyone up.

i grinned to myself and decided that it was now or never. believe it or not, i'm not the bravest guy out there, but this one time i thought the risks were worth it. still wearing only gray p.j. pants and the white wife-beater that i slept in, i quietly climbed out of my bunk and tiptoed toward where jc slept. all was quiet, so i pulled back the curtain on his bunk a little and peeked in. there he was, sleeping like a baby, his hair messy from sleep, his face scrunched into his pillow. he looked incredibly sexy. looking around to make sure no one else was looking, i climbed in with my sleeping little angel.

he didn't stir as i sat there cross-legged on his bunk next to him, so i stretched myself out and laid down next to him. with jc that warm and close to me, i thought i was in heaven; he smelled absolutely wonderful -- a lot like soap and a little like the bus and all like jc. i curled myself up at his side, looking at him and hoping i wasn't poking him with my semi-hard cock. his face was peaceful, a half smile was on his lips. i gently brushed his hair back from his forehead, wanting so badly to kiss him, but i fought that urge. not sure why, i just did. so i lay there with him, watching him sleep, which made me tired again, so i curled up next to him and let myself doze off a little, all the while thinking very naughty things about joshua scott chasez.

i woke up a little while later and found myself in jc's strong arms, though he was still asleep. guessed that somehow in his sleep he had snuggled up to me. "silly josh," i thought, though i was not complaining. it felt great to have his arms around me. this was what i wanted. i stayed there, my breath shallow due to his nearness, and enjoyed having him so close.

though jc was warm and wonderful, eventually i crawled out of his embrace. he -- miraculously -- still didn't wake up. jc was once again proving the rumors about his deep-sleeping abilities to be true, so, wickedly, i decided to have some fun with the boy with whom i was desperately in love.

gently i rolled him from his side onto his back. i knelt next to him, and still he slept on. i began to kiss his neck and shoulders very, very softly. then i slid his sheets and blankets off of him, still being very careful not to wake him. it was then that i got my first pleasant surprise. i knew that jc usually slept in a t-shirt and boxers -- we all knew what each other slept in, the bus wasn't big enough not to know! -- but this morning he was naked under the covers! he must've gotten hot during the night, or something, i mused, not really caring how he got naked. i only cared that he was naked, and i feasted my eyes on him.

he was gorgeous. the tour was one big, constant work-out for us, and jc was in fantastic shape. he had to be. as i stared at the still-sleeping boy, my eyes made love to him, caressing each of his toned muscles. without taking my eyes off of him, i quickly pulled my shirt off over my head and wriggled out of my p.j. pants. i wanted to be as naked as he was. i longed to have him look at me the way i was looking at him, but his eyes were still closed tightly. he was sound asleep.

when i couldn't just sit and look at jc anymore, i let my hands slide over him: his shoulders, his chest, his abs, his thighs, all very softly. as i stroked my fingers along the inside of one thigh, so lightly i was practically tickling him, my other warm hand slid over his cock, still very gently, because i could not afford to have him wake up then. i had to have more of him. "hmmm," i whispered to jc, "i wonder if i could taste you and have you sleep through the whole thing... should i try it?" he, of course, didn't respond, so i grinned, and got to work. i began to lick at his cock, still teasing, because jc, lying there sleeping, looked good enough to eat. i tickled him and toyed with him, still running my hands over him lightly wherever i could reach. his skin everywhere was soft as silk -- at that moment i realized i was already addicted to him.

i ran my tongue up his length once more, and jc just got harder. his cock jumped as i stroked him with my tongue, but jc did not wake up. that made me smile. jc must have thought he was dreaming. i wondered what the hell he thought he was dreaming about, and could only hope it was me he was wanting.

so yeah, i sucked jc's cock as he slept, gently at first, then harder as my need for him grew. soon i was just going at him, trying to suck him off, not caring whether or not he was gonna keep sleeping... i swear i heard him whisper my name, but that totally could've been my imagination. i was totally in tune with jc's body and not paying attention to anything else. i was going to pause and check to see if he was awake yet, but then jc's cock jumped in my mouth and he came for me. he was delicious -- he tasted better than i'd ever dreamed he could. i swallowed all of his come, licking him clean, then i snuggled up close to him again. was he awake yet? i whispered, "josh?" but he made no response.

i kissed his lips gently, amazed at how soft they were. still jc did not stir, so i kissed him a little harder, drawing his lower lip into my mouth and teasing his teeth with my tongue. i longed to have him kiss me back, but he was still out cold. maybe he was just ignoring me? but that didn't make sense -- how could he? i didn't know about that, but i did know i was turning him on -- his cock was already hardening again as i kissed him. "wow," i thought, "what is going to happen when he wakes up?"

i shook that thought aside and turned my attention, which to that point had been completely focused on jc, to myself. i was hard. there was no debating that. and since jc was still snoozing peacefully, he wasn't going to help me with my little problem. at that time, i wasn't even sure that he would've helped me if he had been awake, so i was really on my own, not that i minded.

with my eyes still glued to jc's sleeping face, i slid my hands down to my cock. i touched myself and licked my lips. i could still taste jc there, and that, combined with looking over jc's delicious body had me practically close enough to come at the first warm contact of my palm. i took it slow anyway, watching jc for signs of waking up, excited at the prospect of being caught by him. i wanted him to watch. i imagined him helping.

at that thought, i closed my eyes and sped up, and then, just as i was about to come, i whispered, "oh -- yes -- jc!" and this time he responded.

"what?" came jc's own husky whisper. my eyes flew open -- they must have been wide with panic. i looked down at jc, who was leaning up on an elbow, watching me get myself off. "want some help with that?" he asked, and, since i was still more or less shell shocked, all i could do was nod. "come here, justin," he whispered, and i crawled over to him. "lie down, baby," he said, and i did. then i felt his tongue on me. i closed my eyes, panted his name once, and, as his lips closed over the tip of my cock and i felt him lick at me, teasingly, i came. jc drank it all and licked his lips, seemingly asking for more. i couldn't believe it.

"didn't need much help there, huh, j?" jc said, grinning at the look of bliss painted on my face.

"you didn't need much from me earlier, c." i tried to smirk, but the love in my eyes got in the way.

jc responded in kind. "i've just had the most wonderful dream, j. it was you and me and we were naked and sticky and you curled up close to me and whispered how much you loved me... " he whispered, not meeting my eyes.

"you know i do, josh."

"can i hear you say it anyway?"

"yes," i told him, but before i said anything more, i curled myself around him. jc pulled the covers up over us and held me close.

"tell me, justin," he whispered.

i kissed his cheek and said what i'd been waiting weeks -- maybe even years -- to say: "i love you, josh."

"good," jc replied, "cause i wanted that dream to come true."
 

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