Self Respect

"I'm scared Jayce."

"I know sweetie, but you'll be fine. You've gotten a lot of exposure from doing this."

"Why can't you stay? Why do you have to go to LA?"

"I gotta go see if I can make something of myself out there. I'm not gonna get anywhere staying here in Orlando."

"Then how am I gonna make it? Why do you think I can but you can't Jayce?"

"Because you have a mom who is willing to help you and that believes in you. She'll do whatever it takes to ensure that you make it."

"Flight 1307 to Los Angles now boarding."

"That's me sweetie. I gotta go. I'll call as soon as I get a place and a phone, ok?"

"Take care of you. I'm gonna miss you Jayce."

"I'm gonna miss you too sweetie. Lynn? You take good care of him."

"Take care of yourself JC. Call when you get settled. Justin, come on. You're gonna make JC miss his flight."

"Lynn? It's JC."

"JC? It's so good to hear from you. How are you?"

"Ummm…I'm ok. Is Justin there?"

"Sure sweetie, hang on."

"Jayce? Is it really you?"

"Yeah, sweetie. It's me."

"So….How's LA? You find anything yet? Where you living? What's it like? Why haven't you called? You do realize it's been 14 months since anyone has heard from you? I miss you Jayce. When you coming home?"

"Um….Maybe you should put your mom back on. I don't have a lot of time."

"Oh……………….Ok."

"JC what's going on? What did you say to my son?"

"Um………….Lynn?"

"Yes?"

"Could you…….Could you come pick me up? Please?"

"Pick you……….Pick you up where?"

"At the bus station."

"Sure. I'll be there in half an hour. JC?"

"Mmmm hmmm?"

"Are you…..Are you ok?"

"I will be. I'll be out front."

"K. See you in a few."

I grabbed Lynn and held on like my life depended on it.

"JC?"

"It's good to see you again."

"Where's your bags?"

"Everything is gone, 'cept what I'm wearing."

"What? How?"

"Can I explain later? Like at the house or at least in the car? Please?" I pleaded.

"Sure son. Come on. Justin's in the car. He can't believe you finally came home. He's been so worried about you. Why didn't you at least call him and let him know you'd gotten there safely?"

By this time we'd reached the car so I didn't have to answer the questions that I wasn't really looking forward to answering cuz I didn't really have an answer other than, "Well, I didn't call because I was trying to distance myself from your son so I wouldn't attack him and make mad passionate love to him; which by the way would have not only been illegal as hell but would have scarred the boy for life." Nope, don't think I'd be saying that anytime in the near future. Or how about "Oh. I didn't call cuz I wasn't sure how he'd take the fact that I'm not only gay but in love with him." Yep that one would have went over really well too. No thank you. Think I'll stick with just staying silent and getting the wonderful and very welcome hugs that I've been getting, thank you very much.

"Ok son," Lynn started. "What happened? Now don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're back and all but, why are you back?"

"Ummm….Well…I got robbed and…." I couldn't say anymore than that. My throat got dry and my stomach churned. "I'd really rather not talk about it if that's ok with you?"

Lynn looked at me through the rearview mirror, noticing the tears that were threatening in my eyes, "Ok, but you're gonna have to explain someday. Ok?"

"Yeah, someday. But not today. I'm sorry, I just can't." I give her a weak smile and then focus back to the bundle of excitement to my left. "So what you been doing with yourself J?"

"Interviews and interviews, followed by the occasional audition. Man, I missed you so much Jayce." He scootched himself closer to me and wrapped both arms around me, placing his head on my shoulder. "Please don't leave me again."

"I'm never leaving you again sweetie." I rest a hand on his back and meet Lynn's eyes again. /Never… I don't think I could leave you again even if I wanted. I've missed this so much./ I squeeze him to my body and then relax my hold a bit.

He pulled his head back to look in my eyes and just looked at me.

/God, he's beautiful. I'm in so much trouble. What the hell am I gonna do? This is gonna be so damn hard./ I squirm in my seat a bit trying to adjust myself within the confines of the jeans I was wearing without him noticing the bulge. /Oh yeah. Really, really hard./

"What? Jayce? Are you ok?" He asked, concern written all over his face.

I give a small smile, "Getting better by the minute Sweetie." I move my hand up his back and into the short curls at the back of his neck, gently pushing his head back down on my shoulder, "Relax, we'll be home soon then you can tell me all about your interviews and auditions."

"K. Missed you Jayce." He mumbled against my chest.

"Missed you too Sweetie." I tilt my head, leaning it against his. When I look up I see Lynn smirking in the mirror at me. /That can't be good. Shit, shit, shit, shit…./

We ride the rest of the way back to the house in silence. I thought that Justin had fallen asleep but as soon as the car had stopped he was jumping out of the car and dragging me up the stairs so quickly I almost fell.

"Geez J, calm down a bit."

"What? You aren't excited to be back? Shit." He slaps a hand over his mouth and looks wildly around trying to locate his mom to make sure she hadn't heard his slip, "Sorry. Aren't you glad to be back Jayce?"

"Yeah. I'm glad to be back, but I'd really like to stay in one piece." I state rubbing my wrist where he'd had a vice-like grip while dragging me up to his room. "What's the rush anyway?"

"No rush, just thought I'd try to save you from mom. You know how she is. She ain't gonna leave you alone until you tell her every detail about what happened out there. Me…I'm just happy you're back." He flops down on his bed and smiles.

"Thanks J. I owe ya one." I sit next to him, one leg dangling off the bed the other tucked under me. "So tell me….What you been doing? You still think girls suck or are you over that yet?"

"Well…Like I said in the car…It's been interview after interview with an occasional audition thrown in for s&g's. I swear she acts like it's her life or something. I just wish someone wouldn't look at me and say "Sorry, he's too young and gangly. What I wouldn't give to be you…Well…not you but, you know what I'm sayin…Anyway…I've had a couple of jobs but nothing has panned out so far."

"That too bad. I can't believe nobody's snapped you up. I can think of several things /some I'm not talking about either/ that would have been perfect for you and had some ugly little kid in it instead."

"Yeah. Some of the auditions I went to and then saw the commercial or show later on TV I was like 'What the hell?'" He looks around again, "I can't believe they hired that kid, he/she sucks. Half of them can't sing for crap or even act for that matter. I just don't get it. What did they have that I don't?" He closes his eyes to keep the threatening tears from escaping.

"You'll find something soon." I lay down next to him and pull him into a hug. "You'll see."

He curls into me and lays his head on my chest, "Promise me you'll never leave me again. I don't think I'll be able to handle it if you do."

"J…"

"Please Jayce, just promise." He whispers, "Please…"

"I promise J. Never leaving you again." /Right now wild horses couldn't move me./ I lay there for a while just enjoying holding his body against mine. When I noticed his breathing had slowed and I heard a quiet snore I smiled to myself and whispered, "Love you J."

"Jayce!! Where you at? JAYCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Justin bellowed.

"Justin Randall Timberlake! What are you yelling in the house for? Just go up to his room. You know if he hasn't answered you by now, then he's more than likely asleep."

"Sorry mom." He bounds up the stairs. "Jayce!! Wake up, Jayce."

"What? Man." I ask, sitting up and scooting to the top of the bed, resting my shoulders against the headboard. I smile at his excited stance, "What are you so excited about?"

"You're never gonna guess what happened Jayce."

"J…I have no idea." I state after a few minutes, "Just tell me."

He pounces on the bed and sprawls across my legs, "Well, I was out playing basketball and this guy comes up to me…Now, before you freak out, I was hanging with Nick and you know that means that bunch of freaks he hangs with were there….Anyway. we were all standing around after a game of basketball, which my team won by the way."

/I would have never guessed./ I squirm a bit on the bed to get comfortable. /Looks like its' gonna take a while before he gets to the point./

"This guy just walks up to me and says, and I quote, 'Hi. I'm Chris and I want you to join this group I'm putting together.' I just stood there looking at him. After a few minutes he hands me this piece of paper, tells me to call him and leaves. When I turned around I walked smack into Howie and he asked me, and I quote again 'What did Chris want?'"

He pauses for a minute and then begins again, "Imagine my surprise that Howie knew this guy."

"So what'd Howie say when you told him?"

"He told me to call him."

"So you still have that piece of paper?"

"Yep." He dips in his pocket and hands over the paper. "Can we call him? Please, Jayce?"

"We can call but you gotta talk to Lynn first. While you do that I'm gonna call Kevin." I pick u the phone completely missing the pained expression that crosses Justin's face.

A few minutes later I walk into the living room and listen to Justin's heated conversation with Lynn.

She catches me entering the room, "Josh! You know this boy Howie? Do you trust his judgment?"

"Yes ma'am. If he says Chris is being straight with Justin then I'm sure the guy's not trying to pull anything over on him." /Not to mention, Kevin said he's cool too and I'd take Kevin's word over Howie's anyday./

Can you believe it Jayce?" Justin exclaimed as he stepped into the Green Room. "MTV man. We just performed live for MTV. I can't believe it. I gotta call Brit. This is so cool."

/Yeah you do that. Call the bitch that's screwing everything walking but claims to be a virgin. When are you gonna wake up man?/

"You might wanna wait til we leave man. I thought she didn't want anyone to know about you guys?"

"Shit! You don't think anyone heard do you?" He glances around, satisfied that no one who didn't already know had heard.

"No, I think your secret is safe. Now sit down and relax."

He plops down on the couch throwing himself across my lap.

Chris looks at us and smirks, "Man what's up with you two?"

"Wha…Why?" I stammer.

"Nothing. Nevernind." He smiles knowingly.

"Whatever dude." Justin grumbles.

"Jayce? Where you going?" Justin asked as I stormed out of the room.

/I can't believe after all this time he's still so niave that he let her go public with this relationship. I need to call Kevin./

I lay curled up on the bed when I heard the knock on the door. I wasn't in the mood to talk so I just ignored whoever it was. I got up off the bed and stumbled my way into the bathroom. I grabbed the extra roll of toilet paper and made my way half way back to the bed before the door opened and the light from the hallway filtered around the young man in the doorway.

"Jayce? You in he…What are you…Why are…."

He flipped the light on and I streaked to the bed buring my face in the pillow so he couldn't see my bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face.

"Jayce?" He made his way to the bed, letting the door close quietly, "Jayce are you ok?"

"I'm fine." I mumble through the pillow. "Turn the light off on your way out."

"Um…Yeah most people I know sit in the dark with their faces stuck in a pillow. Yep, that just screams 'I'm fine" to me." He sprawls out on the bed next to me, "Seriously Jayce. What's going on? I haven't seen you this upset since you came back…"

/I know you didn't just go there./ "Get out!" I growled.

"Jayce." He tried to plead. "Jayce I'm sorry please…Just…Please…I can see you're hurting. Just let me in."

I heard the plea in his voice, "I can't talk about that J. It just… I can't."

"I know Jayce. But what is this…" He gestures around the room, "I can't remember the last time I saw you, 'Mr. Neat as a pin', with clothes on the floor. Are those the same clothes you were wearing today in Chris' room?"

"Yeah. What of it? I'm not allowed to have one bad moment where I'm not the perfect little 'boyband member'?" I growl, finally pulling my face out of the pillow.

He got a big shit-eating grin on his face, "Yeah, you are. I was just trying to get you to pull your face out the pillow and look at me. Now, tell me."

I flip over on my back, "It's Kevin. He's getting married. He wanted to tell me himself instead of over national television tomorrow when MTV runs the story." /How fucking sweet of him to give me that wonderful news over the phone after all the shit I've put up with with him. Guess the bitch wasn't just the beard after all./

"Jayce I'm so sorry. I know how you felt about him." Justin pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in our traditional 'Everything will work out just fine' hug.

I buried my head in his chest and cried again. /Damn, thought I was cried out./

"Jayce? Jayce? Where you at man?"

"I'm in here. What's up?" I ask, poking my head out the door of my hotel suite.

"Oh, cool." He smiles, and brushes by me into the room. "You aren't gonna believe…Oh. I'm sorry…didn't realize you had company."

"Huh? Oh yeah." I stammer, then realized he hadn't met my companion yet, "J this is Bobbee…Bobbee this is Justin." /Whoa, check that glare there girl./

"Nice to meet you. JC could you hand me a robe please?" Bobbee states smiling sweetly.

"Here." I state, handing her the robe and taking a seat on the bed. "What is it you wanted to tell me again J?"

"Uh…Johnny wants to meet with us…today…one o'clock…something about the album…guess some of the bigwigs from Jive are going to be there." He lets the door slam shut as he walks out the door.

"J? You in here?" I ask as I enter Justin's room.

"Yeah." A muffled voice replies.

"You want me to leave the light off?" I question as I make my way towards the bed.

"Mmmm hmmm."

I lay down on the bed next to him and within seconds he's wrapped around my body. "What's the matter sweetie?"

"I don't know. Well, I do but…"

"Is this about Brit and that outfit she wore tonight?"

"Mmmm hmmm. Why would she wear something like that in public? I'm her 'boyfriend' and she won't let me see her in an outfit like that, but she'll wear it on national television in front of millions of people. What the fuck is that?"

"I don't know sweetie. I wish I could explain why she does the things she does."

"How did you do it Jayce? How did you handle it when you found out about Bobbee doing that 'Playboy' stuff?"

I snort, "With a whole lot of yelling. I still don't condone what she did but we've dealt with it and moved on. Although, we don't have the issue about her pretending to be a virgin either."

"I know. God…what an I gonna do Jayce? It's not like I can just break up with her. Not without a good reason."

"I wish I could help you sweetie, really I do."

"You already are Jayce. Just being here for me. I can always count on you."

"Jayce? Justin opens the door and quietly walks in "You in here Jayce?"

"Yeah."

"What's the deal?"

I feel the bed sink under his weight and then his warm body wrap around me.

"Bobbee."

"Tell me?"

"I…I called her apartment and some guy answered. She's been cheating on me J. From what I got out of that guy, he wasn't the first either. He said she had quite the reputation at work." /Good thing I didn't tell him who I was./

"I'm sorry Jayce. I'm so so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?"

I shake my head, then realize he can't see my head, "Not really. Nothing more than you already are." /And dump that slut you're dating and maybe tell me you're in love with me. That would go a long way in helping me forget that every relationship I've ever had has been with a lying, cheating, back-stabbing piece of shit./

"Hey Brit, we're back baby." Justin exclaims as we walk in the room.

I almost walked right into his back as he stopped dead in his tracks, "What the…Oh my God!"

"What the Fuck is going on here?" Justin demands.

I walk over to the bed and drag Lance out of the bed. "If you want to live long enough to explain this once he's calmed down, I suggest yous tay as far away from him as possible for at least the next two days." I turn around after shoving Lance into the hallway, "and you…You have til tomorrow morning to gather your shit and get the fuck out. Don't contact 'any' of us ever again. You think you can remember that? I know it might be difficult seeing as how you couldn't remember which one of 'the cute blonde ones' were your boyfriend." I spin on my heels, grab Justin's stuff, grab his arm, "Come on J. You're staying with me tonight."

We walked into my room, I flipped the lights on long enough to put his bags down next to mine. I looked around for Justin and found him curled up in a ball on the bed. I took my shoes off, turned the light off and slipped onto the bed.

Sure enough, as soon as I had gotten comfortable I found myself with an armful of crying Justin Timberlake.

"Why Josh? Why would he do something like this? What did I ever do to Lance to make him want to hurt me this much?"

/What? He? What the hell? Aren't you even the least bit pissed at her? Ok, hold up a minute. Did I miss something?/

"Jayce?"

"Hmmm?"

"Does the pain ever stop? It hurts. Feels like someone took my heart out and stomped on it and then shoved it through a meat grinder."

"Well…that was pretty graphic…No…it doesn't stop per say… It just seems to dull. I can still remember the first time it ever happened to me. It hurt so bad."

"Tell me? Please."

"I don't…"

"It might help me deal better if I know how you handled your first time."

"I really…."

"Please Josh?" He burrowed closer into my body. "Please?"

I take a deep breath and begin my story.

*****Flashback*****

"Nicki, I'm home. You aren't gonna believe what happened to me on the way home." I looked around the tiny apartment we shared with Tony. "Nicki?"

I walked through the apartment looking for a sign that she was there. As I approached the bedroom I could hear the grunts and moans. It didn't really register until after I'd opened the door and actually saw my best friend and my girlfriend in bed together fucking like a couple of rabbits.

I spun around, grabbed Tony's wallet off the counter in the kitchen, taking what money he had there and left him a note saying:

"Hope she was worth the $350 in your wallet. Have a nice life."

I don't know what possessed me to actually stop long enough to take my shoe off, put the money down my sock and then put my shoe back on I'll never know, but I'm glad I did.

I walked out the door and just started walking. I have no idea where I was going but it just felt good to get out and think. Well, next thing I know I was in a park and it was starting to get dark. Well, needless to say, this was not a good thing. So I start heading back towards a well lit area. At this point anywhere whit a lot of light would have been good.

Well, I almost made it to an all-night Wal-Mart when the first set of hands grabbed me from behind. I knew there wasn't any use in struggling or yelling for help. There was no help and it would just make whatever they had intended to do that much worse. I went where the hands guided, did what I was told. When I felt the first set of hands lifting my shirt up over my head I knew I was getting more than robbed. I also knew that if I kept my eyes and mouth shut I at least stood a chance at living through it.

There were three of them. I think. I can remember three distinct voices. There may have been a fourth though, because the arms that pretty much held me in the position the leader put me in never changed.

Any way, the leader kept mumbling shit about not ripping my clothes and not leaving any visible marks cuz something this pretty had to be someone's property.

Strange thing about the whole ordeal was they all used condoms. All three of them.

After they left I crawled over to where one of them had neatly folded and stacked my clothes. They had taken my wallet but my socks were still on my feet. When I realized this I couldn't stop laughing.

I had been raped for my driver's license. That was all that was in my wallet. They didn't even take my leather jacket. I couldn't believe it. I'm sure anyone who'd have walked by would have thought for sure I'd lost my mind.

I finally gathered my wits enough to put my clothes on. I headed straight for the bus station at an extremely slow and pained pace but with a purpose.

*****End Flashback*****

the room was quiet for so long I thought maybe Justin had fallen asleep. "J? You still awake?"

That's when I realized my shirt was soaked where his face was. "No wonder you hid in your room with the lights on for 2 months," he whispered. "Why didn't you ever tell me, or mom at least?"

"Your mom knows. That's why she never pushed me to get a job or anything else. It's why she 'let' me hide in my room for those 2 months."

"God, I've no idea what to say Josh. Kinda makes this incident a bit trivial in comparison."

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would pity me Justin. Hell, to be honest I've no idea why I told you. My whole point was, 'Yeah, it hurts, but eventually you learn to deal with that pain and move on."

"Can I ask you something Josh?"

"Anything."

"Well…With all the pain you've experienced because of the relationships you've been in, why do you keep doing it?"

"Why do I keep looking?"

"Yeah."

"Because I keep hoping that someday I'll find the one person I'm meant to be with. And that when I do that one person's love, respect, honesty and loyalty will make all the pain I've endured worth it."

Justin was quiet for a long time before he broke the silence again. "Josh?"

"Hmmm?"

"You're bi right?"

"Yea. I thought you knew that?"

"I did. I do. Just wanted to make sure cuz you never did come out and tell me."

"I didn't?" No. I guess I never did. Did I?"

"No. Anyway, I just wanted to clear that up before I tell you something I've never told anyone. Not my mom, not Brit and especially not you."

"What is it? Any why not me?"

"I'm bi too Josh. I've known for a while I just didn't say anything because everyone was so happy about me and Brit that I didn't have the heart to tell them my heart belonged to someone else and had for a very, very long time."

"If you weren't in love with her J, why did you stay with her? With all the crap that she put you through?"

"Why did you stay with Bobbee?"

"Huh?"

"You tell me why you stayed with Bobbee for as long as you did and I'll tell you why I stayed with Brit. And be honest Josh."

"Honestly?" I sat up and turned the light on.

"Honestly." He replied, sitting up and facing me.

"Because the person I truly loved with all my heart wasn't available."

Justin reaches a hand up and wipes the tear from my cheek and whispers, "I'm available now Josh."

We were on the bus heading back to the hotel when Kevin calls me to help with a charity event that Bono, from U2, is heading up, so Justin and I stay in town to record our vocals. Imagine my surprise when the man I had idolized most of my life kisses me and then places his hand on my groin. Now mind you I was hard as a rock because Justin had been teasing the shit out of me all day and I, for once, couldn't wait to get out of the studio.

I climbed in the limo and what greeted my tied eyes suddenly brought all my senses to overload. Justin was sitting in his boxers with his arms up waiting to embrace me.

/With this waiting for me, do you see why I turned Bono down?/

I slipped into his arms and brush my lips across his. He slipped his tongue out and licked at my lips. I opened my mouth, my tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. My hands traveled down his chest, stopping at his abdomen.

His hands moved to the hem of my shirt pulling it up over my head, then his hands quickly found the button on my jeans making short work of them too. As he pushed my jeans off my hips he took the boxer-briefs too. His tongue was now flicking over my collarbone.

I moved my hands down his body removing his boxers quickly and knelt in front of him, between his legs. I take his cock in my hand, lifting it from it's resting place on his abdomen. I flicked my tongue across the tip of his cock. I lap up the pre-cum that had collected. I then trailed my tongue down the length of his shaft to his balls. I laved them until he began to moan and slid further off the seat. I take this as a hint as to what he really wants and needs.

I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, rubbing my tongue across the slit before slowly sinking down on his shaft, taking him all the way in. I sucked on him just enough to get him wet and hard. I moved up to his lap quickly, grabbing his shaft to hold it upright as I sank down on it. I winced at the sudden pain and sat still for a couple minutes to get accustomed to having him inside me.

After a few minutes I began to move up and down his shaft, enjoying the sensations his cock sent through my body. I could tell it was starting to really get to him that he wasn't in control but he couldn't change our positions in the confined space of the limo.

I brought my hands up to his shoulders to support myself. He brought his head forward and started kissing my chest. He finally found one of my nipples and latched on like his life depended on it. He licked and sucked on my nipple in time with my movements on his shaft.

One of his hands made its way up my back to my shoulder where he attempted to increase the speed of my descent on his cock but he didn't have enough muscle control left. He whimpered once and then got a mischievious look in his eyes. He reached between our bodies and grasped my cock in his hand, knowing exactly what effect that would have on me.

I began moving at a quicker pace and his hips bucked up in time with me. His cock filling me and then retreating almost to the point of removal and then all the way back in. He was hitting my prostate with every thrust. We both came so hard we thought for sure the driver had heard us through the sound-proof glass.

Once we were both completely recovered and redressed the driver pulled up to the hotel. He opened the door and gave us a knowing smirk. Justin pressed a hundred into his palm and said thanks.

/Hmm. Guess he did have this all planned. I'm gonna have to thank him for that later./

"Hey Justin?" Chris yelled through the door. "Justin man, you in there?"

Justin looked around with a panicked expression on his face, "Shit Jayce. What do we do?"

"You go open the door and let our friends in. It's time they find out anyway. Aren't you tired of trying to hide it all the time?" I state as I pull on my pj pants.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's time they find out that we're in love with each other." He slips his arm around my waist and kisses my neck. "You have any idea how amazing that limo ride was last night? God, where'd you get that idea from?"

"Well…." I blushed, "I was in a chat online the other night and a couple of the slash writers talking about writing a story about me riding you like I do the bull during space cowboy."

"Damn baby, you're gonna have to show me that chatroom so I can thank those folks."

'Yeah?" /Maybe you'll get a few ideas from them too./

The pounding on the door became more insistent and this time it was Lance's voice that came bellowing through the door. "You know I have the keycard man."

The door opened just as Justin slipped his boxers on.

"Oh. My. God!" Chris exclaimed. "I knew it. I so called it."

"What are you talking about?" Joey asked, confusion plastered on his face.

"You guys are….How long?" Lance stammered.

"Since you and…..Well….Yeah since that night." Justin blushes.

"Well all I got to say is it's about time. Now get dressed, we got a meeting with Johnny." Chris smirked.

Lance takes in the confused looks on Justin and my face and smiles, "I don't think it's about you two. Although it might not be a bad idea to let him in on your little secret. I think it has to do with your idea about working with O-Town on a project."

"Oh. Ok. Give us 30 and we'll be down." Justin stated running his eyes down my body.

I think Joey must have finally caught on because he said, "Oh no you don't Curly. One at a time and we ain't leaving you two alone or something tells me it'll be more than 30."

I reach over and run my finger over Justin's pouting lower lip, "Go ahead baby. Just keep in mind that I was in that chatroom for a few hours and those writers gave me a lot of ideas."

He growled deep in his throat then turned to the bathroom, "I can't wait til we're alone again. This is gonna be a long day."

We finish our showers and head out to the limo. When I see it's the same driver from the night before and turn beat red.

"What's the matter Josh?" Justin whispers in my ear.

"Huh? Nothing, just remembering the last ride I had in a limo." I smile and pat his ass.

He climbs in after me, "Yeah, I'll have to give it a try myself sometime."

The other three wore confused experssions for a while until realization hit Joey and then he whispered to the other two.

Lance turned three shades of red and Chris gasped, "I don't even wanna know."

We get to the office building and go up to the room where we were supposed to meet Johnny. We were the last to arrive because there was a roomful of people waiting for us when we walked in.

I walked over to Dan who I was pleasantly surprised to see sitting next to Ashley, "Hey. How's the leg?"

"Hey, JC. It's good. How are you?"

I smile over at Justin, "I'm great."

"Yeah? He finally wake up?"

"Yeah, what about you?" I glance over at Ashley.

Dan puts his hand on Ashley's leg then glances around the room, "He was always awake, I just wasn't paying attention."

"Ok…" Johnny starts, "Can we get this thing started please?"

For the first time I looked around the room and my chin must have hit the floor when I spotted Sir Paul McCartney sitting next to Johnny. Although when I spotted the person sitting next to him my stomach churned. If it hadn't been for the hand giving my leg a gentle squeeze I would have gotten up and left the room.

After all the details had been worked out and the meeting was over I couldn't get out of the room fast enough.

I made straight for the door but not fast enough I physcially cringed when the big hand grabbed my arm, "JC. It's good to see you again."

"Yeah, well…I can't say the same."

I start to walk away and Lou grumbles, "Well…When'd you grow a pair?"

Justin walked past him and stated, "When he got his Self Respect back, after leaving your destructive clutches."