In the Kennedy Eagle home locker room, Justin Timberlake laced up his basketball shoes, double-knotting each as part of his tradition pregame ritual. The rest of the team was already out warming up for the big game -- Kennedy vs. Jefferson -- but Justin wasn't quite ready to go back out there. He hadn't seen most of the kids on the Jefferson team since transferring almost a year ago, and he wasn't sure how it would be out on the court with them again -- and playing against them instead of with them. At least the game was at home for Kennedy, and the Kennedy fans had welcomed him this season with open arms. It also helped that JC threatened to beat up anyone who wasn't nice to Justin, but Justin was making new friends on his own quite well. He even had a section of students at the games who wore gold t-shirts painted to look like Kennedy's jerseys with "Timberlake" and "23" on the back. Justin had a feeling that JC had helped get that started, but even if that were true, it didn't make him feel any less at home at KHS.
Finally, Justin was ready. He took a deep breath and pushed his way through the door to the gym. As he stepped onto the court, the crowd roared, drowning out the boos of the Jaguar fans who had come across town for the game. Justin's fans stood and cheered for him, and he smiled. He liked Kennedy. He liked playing for them. JC passed Justin the ball, and he dribbled down to the baseline for a warm-up shot.
--swish--
Justin knew he was going to have a fantastic game.
JC grinned as Justin made shot after shot as he warned up, glad that Justin wasn't feeling too much pressure about the game against his old teammates. As warm-ups finished, Justin headed for the bench. JC glad him a friendly pat on the ass. When Justin's eyes met JC's, both pairs sparkled with promise.
Justin knew he was going to have a fantastic game.
As Justin, JC, and their teammates took the floor for tip-off, the Jefferson fans started a chorus of "Traitor! Traitor!" directed at Justin. Justin ignored the chants, but JC's eyes blazed with anger, and, in the backcourt, Lance stood there smirking.
"Bastard," JC muttered as the whistle blew and the game began. Jefferson won the jump ball, but as Chris brought the ball up court, Justin made a clean steal. Instead of slamming the ball into the hoop, he pulled up short and finished the play with a quick, clean jumper.
--swish--
The Kennedy fans cheered. The Jefferson fans booed. JC gave Justin a high five as he retreated to play defense again. Justin grinned a mile wide. He'd never felt that good before.
The game continued in similar fashion. Justin was absolutely on fire, and it was driving the Jaguar fans crazy. He already had 24 points at half-time, and Lance had been held scoreless. As Lance headed into the locker room for halftime, the green-eyed blonde looked ready to kill someone. JC noticed, and warned Justin about it as they came back out to warm up for the second half.
In the second half, Lance was indeed out for blood. Whenever Justin had the ball, Lance was all over him. He had a few fouls called on him, but the refs weren't calling the game very closely. JC was livid. "Sir, please," he said to one of the refs, "Jefferson is trying to murder number 23."
"Thanks, son," the ref answered, "I'll watch for it."
JC sighed, knowing his request had fallen on deaf ears. It wasn't that Justin couldn't handle the pressure on the court, JC just didn't want him to get hurt, and Lance looked like he wanted to hurt Justin. On the next play, JC set a pick for Justin, cleanly bumping Lance away from Justin. Justin took the ball to the hoop and scored, again, but for a few second, time stopped between Lance and JC and it was that day in the locker room for the two of them all over again. Lance's eyes burned with something like desire, but there was anger there, too. JC didn't like that look at all. He was glad he'd gotten Justin away from that boy. Justin was safe now, and JC let that thought push out Lance's icy-hot gaze. As quickly as it had come, the nexus between Lance and JC snapped, and JC was in the middle of the basketball game again.
He didn't think about Lance any more for the rest of the game.
As for Justin, he finished the game much as he had begun it. As the final seconds of the game ticked away, Jefferson tried to run one last play, but once again Justin stole the ball from Chris and went tearing down the court. As the buzzer sounded, Justin shot a three-pointer from just behind the arc.
--swish--
And the crowd went wild.
Kennedy won the game 73-38, avenging their loss to Jefferson the year before with flair. Justin, JC, and the rest of the eagles shook hands with the visiting team after the game, and only Lance refused their gesture of sportsmanship. As JC headed for the locker room, he looked back over his shoulder. Lance looked pissed, but JC didn't care. He had Justin, and they had won the game, and there was nothing Lance could do about it beside looked pissed.
JC smiled.
He'd won.
The team was nothing short of jubilant in the locker room, and shouts of "Way to go, 'Lake!" "Awesome game!" and "V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!" came at Justin from all directions. In a moment when the other guys weren't looking, JC pulled Justin into a dark corner of the locker room, away from the prying eyes of the others.
"My hero," JC breathed, pushing Justin up against a row of unused lockers and kissing him hard. Neither boy had showered yet, so both were still wearing their sweaty uniforms. JC eased his hands up under Justin's jersey and rubbed his thumbs over Justin's nipples. Justin made an appreciative noise into their kiss, so JC broke the kiss and licked along Justin's jaw. When he got to Justin's ear, he licked at it, then whispered hotly, "You taste like basketball."
Justin made a new and different noise so JC returned his lips to Justin's. JC then slid a hand down over the front of Justin's shorts where a nice erection was beginning to form. After giving Justin a rub or two, JC moved his hand and let his own hardening cock brush against Justin's instead. They continued to kiss, and soon both boys were tenting out their shorts.
Justin broke the kiss this time. "C, we can't ... not now ... the guys!" he said breathlessly, "They'll hear!"
JC's eyes burned, and Justin wanted nothing more than to stay there with JC pressed against him, but he knew they had to stop. They couldn't do this now, not with their teammates right there.
"If we wait here quietly, maybe they'll think we've already gone, and they'll leave us alone."
"Maybe," Justin agreed. He slid down the lockers until he was sitting on the floor. JC sat down next to him to wait.
In the relative quiet of the part of the locker room they were hiding in, Justin's mind wandered back to the game, to his game. Since he knew JC would be watching him, not to mention feeding him passes, Justin had known that night would be his night. JC only confirmed it when he said, quietly, "Man, J, you were on fire tonight."
"I'm always on fire when you're around," Justin replied, grinning.
JC laughed and let his hand slide up Justin's thigh. "Yeah, you're pretty hot there, little one."
The two boys joked around, mostly just flirting and having fun with one another -- punctuated by the occasional kiss or grope -- for about fifteen minutes. When they heard the door click one last time, and when that click was followed by dead silence, they figured everyone had taken off for the night.
JC didn't even wait a heartbeat before pulling Justin to his feet and crushing him against the lockers once more, his hard cock nudging at Justin's between their bodies as the boys kissed.
"Want you," JC panted between kisses, "want to be in you."
"Should I let him have what he wants?" Justin asked no one. "I'm not sure."
"Don't argue with me, J," JC growled, "You know you got me all hot tonight with your little one man show out there on the court."
Justin cupped JC's cock through his shorts and gave it a teasing rub. "I did this to you?" Justin asked, the picture of innocence.
JC leaned in and gently bit Justin's neck before licking away the teeth marks. "Yeah, baby, that's all for you," he breathed in response as Justin continued to rub him.
"Good, I don't want to share." Without any warning, Justin dropped to his knees and tugged down JC's shorts and boxers. JC didn't even have a chance to kick his clothes away before Justin's tongue was all over the hot, velvety flesh of his erection. As Justin lapped away JC's precome, JC tugged his jersey off over his head and dropped it next to Justin. When Justin took JC in his mouth, JC pinched his own nipples and growled at the boy on his knees in front of him. "Want you," he hissed again, "want you now."
Justin let JC slide out of his mouth, and he gave the underside of JC's cock a long lick before asking, "Now? You want me now?" in his teasing, sexy voice.
"Now," JC breathed, and he kicked his shorts off from around his ankles. He then retrieved his jersey, spreading it on the floor with the rest of his clothes. "Off," he said to Justin, who pulled off his uniform as well, adding his clothing to the pile. "Down," JC said next, and Justin lay down on the pile of clothes. JC straddled Justin, holding himself up with his hands and knees, and he kissed Justin hard, biting down gently on Justin's lower lip, nipping at his tongue, and tasting all of Justin's mouth. JC soon had Justin panting.
"More, Josh," he whimpered, "Need you."
"Patience, J," JC admonished as he began to lick down Justin's chest, tasting his sweat from the game. Again, he whispered, "You taste like basketball," but this time he added, "And I love it."
"Love you," Justin whimpered as JC's tongue danced over his nipples. JC licked the little buds to erection, then continued down Justin's chest, licking the basketball taste off of him. When JC got to Justin's cock, he didn't lick him there, he ran his hands over him instead, watching Justin's face as he teased him.
When Justin let a moan slip from between his pink, parted lips, JC answered, "I love you, too, Justin."
As he said the words, he slid a spit-slicked finger into Justin's tight opening, then he slid in two. Justin let another moan slip, and this one was louder. JC took it as encouragement, and continued to fuck Justin with his fingers. When the curly-haired boy was squirming and whimpering on the floor of the locker room, JC stopped teasing him. He got up and left Justin there alone, but only for a second. When JC returned, a condom was already in place on his erection. "You ready for me, baby?" he asked Justin gently, though he already knew the answer.
"Yes, Josh, please now, please please please," Justin begged, and JC obliged his boyfriend, sliding into his slick heat in one quick motion. Justin let his breath out in a rush as JC hit the magical spot deep within his body, and Justin screamed "Josh!" as JC continued to hit that spot over and over as he thrust into Justin. Because JC's hands were holding onto Justin's hips, he told Justin, "Come for me, baby, touch yourself. Let me watch," so Justin did. As JC watched Justin's hands slide over his own cock, he sped up his thrusts and in almost no time at all, JC came deep within Justin with yet another growl. JC pulled out quickly before Justin could come, and he sank his mouth down onto Justin's cock. One strategic flick of his tongue on the underside of Justin's cock and Justin came, squealing, "Josh, yes Josh, God yes!" and JC swallowed him down. When Justin was finished, and JC was finished, too, JC pulled off the condom and lay down next to his boyfriend, who immediately curled himself around JC.
It was quiet in the locker room, and they lay there, on the pile of their clothes, panting.
"Wow," JC whispered, breaking the silence.
"Wow," Justin echoed.
"I love you," JC added.
"Love you more," Justin finished. JC didn't feel like arguing about that.
"Know what?" JC said instead.
"What?"
"If life is a contest, I think I've won."
"No, I won. Wait, is this something we can both win? Cause I feel like we both won."
"Sure, J, I think so in this case."
"OK, good."
"Can I tell you something else, J?"
"Sure, Josh, what is it?"
"This is one hell of a victory."
Justin didn't say anything, he just leaned up on an elbow
and kissed JC.