Justin opened one eye. He looked at the alarm clock beside the bed. Blinking twice he looked at the clock again. He growled, yanking the ringing cell phone off of the table. He frowned at the caller id and hit the talk button. "It’s 6:00 a.m. Lance. This better be good or you’ll be buzzard food the minute I get my hands on you."

“I’m sorry, Justin. I know this is your first day off in months. I wouldn’t call you if it weren’t important." Lance apologized, panic creeping into his voice.

Justin quickly rose from bed. He began pulling clothes out of his suitcase as he questioned Lance. “What’s going on Lance? Are you ok? Is something wrong with one of the other guys?"

“It’s JC. Justin you need to come home. Immediately." Lance said, frantically.

Justin’s blood ran cold at Lance’s words. JC couldn’t be hurt. Not JC. He could handle anyone but JC being hurt. JC was his best friend. He couldn’t handle the thought of anything serious happening to JC. “What happened to JC? Is he hurt? God, Lance, tell me he’s ok. Tell me he’s fine and that you guy’s are just fucking with me." He demanded.

“He’s fine... physically. You just need to get back home, Justin." Lance said. Justin could hear him whispering harshly at Chris to shut up that Justin was on his way.

Justin blanched when Lance hesitated a second before telling him that JC was ok physically. “Tell me what’s wrong, Lance. What happened?" He asked as he tossed things into his suitcase.

“I can’t, Justin. Not on the phone. You wouldn’t believe me even if I did. But he wants you. He’s been asking for you all morning. Just please come home." Lance pleaded.

“Alright, alright. I need to call and see how soon I can get a flight. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Tell JC that I’m on my way." Justin said, rushing into the bathroom and scooping his toiletries into his arms.

Lance told Justin to hold on for a second. He could hear Lance shouting for Chris to tell JC that Justin was on his way. "Ok, I’m back. I already made reservations for you. Your flight leaves in an hour. Just get to the airport. Joey will pick you up when you land and bring you here."

“Alright, I’ll see you as soon as I can. Tell JC I... just tell him I’ll hurry." Justin said, hitting the end button and stuffing the phone into his jacket pocket.

He looked around the room quickly to make sure that he had everything and then rushed toward the elevator with Lonnie hot on his heels.

~*~

Justin worried about JC during the whole flight home. He wondered what could be so bad that Lance wouldn’t tell him over the phone. He figured he’d probably checked his watch a thousand times. It seemed like the longest flight ever but in reality it was only a six-hour flight.

Justin had been working nonstop getting his solo album ready for release. It was finally ready and it was to be released in a month. He’d flown to New York the day before to give TRL a sneak peek at the album. He realized halfway through the flight that he’d left without telling anyone where he was going or canceling TRL. He quickly got on the phone and called pr and told them there was a family emergency and that he’d make up the TRL date as soon as he possibly could.

By the time Justin had gotten done arguing with pr the plane was landing. He took deep calming breaths and braced himself for the worst as he left the plane to meet Joey.

~*~

Justin grabbed Joey’s arm before he could turn the knob to open the front door. “Tell me that I didn’t fly clear to Los Angeles to find JC in a coma or worse." He pleaded.

"He’s fine, Justin." Joey said, opening the door and pulling Justin behind him into Lance’s house.

"Why are we at Lance’s?" Justin asked, sitting his suitcase down in the foyer and looking around for signs of his other friends.

Joey moved Justin out of the doorway so that he could close the door. “Because the night before last we all hung out here and drank a little too much. We ended up spending the night. JC’s been like this since yesterday morning. It was like 2:00 this morning when Lance finally gave in and called you. And we sure as hell couldn‘t let JC go home like this."

Justin eyed Joey curiously. “So where is C?"

As Joey opened his mouth to answer a white streak with dark hair came barreling down the stairs in their direction.

"Jussin... Jussin. You came!" Screamed the bundle of energy as it hurled itself into Justin’s arms.

Justin looked from the child in his arms to Joey and then back again. “What the hell?"

The child wrapped his arms tightly around Justin’s neck and curled his body into him. Justin stroked the soft hair on the top of the little boy’s head. He pulled him back slightly for a closer inspection. The little boy was wearing an oversized plain white t-shirt and had dark curls that were a little too long. He also had the most mesmerizing silver blue eyes that Justin recognized instantly.

“Holy shit. He looks just like... Oh my god. Is this what’s wrong with JC? He has a kid? A goddamned kid? How the... when did... tell me this is not happening." Justin stammered, looking down at the little boy in his arms and then up at Joey.

Joey began to speak just as a small damp hand clapped over Justin’s mouth. “I not have a kid." The little boy said, glaring at Justin.

“What? Ok, this is too weird. How old is he? And why the hell didn’t JC tell us he had a kid? Did he just find out?" Justin asked, unaware of the daggers shooting from the eyes of the small boy he held.

Joey shook his head grinning. “I think you’d better go sit down, Justin."

“Why? Don’t tell me there’s another one around here? What the hell was JC thinking? How could he do this to... mmmph." Justin was cut off as the little hand covered his mouth again.

The little boy squirmed until his face was level with Justin’s. “Not nother one. Hush." He said, looking Justin in the eye.

“Let’s go in here and sit down." Joey said, pointing at the door just to his left that led to the living room.

Justin nodded his agreement and the little boy removed his hand from Justin’s mouth.

Joey sat in a chair and Justin moved to the sofa. “Let’s sit here, Buddy." He said, trying to loosen the arms that were threatening to cut off his air.

The arms loosened and Justin lowered himself to the sofa. He sat the little boy on the cushion beside him.

“No, sit in your lap, Jussin. " The little boy said, climbing onto Justin’s lap and wiggling around until he was comfortable.

Justin placed both hands on the little boy’s legs to hold him still.

“Ah... good. You’re here now." Chris said, breezing into the room with a plate in one hand.

“Yes I’m here now and I wish somebody would tell me what the hell’s going on." Justin growled, pressing his hands down on the legs he held as the child began to squirm.

Chris looked down at the boy in Justin’s lap and then at Joey. “You haven’t told him yet?"

Joey shook his head as they heard Lance call from somewhere else in the house. “Did you guys get JC to eat yet?"

“Nah, Justin’s here now though so he will." Chris shouted back.

Justin nearly threw the little boy off his lap as he tried to stand. “JC isn’t eating? You guys know he has to eat. The damage is done the kid’s here starving himself isn’t gonna do him any good."

The little boy reached for the plate in Chris' hand. "I eat now."

“Sit here and eat that then. I’m gonna go check on JC." Justin said, sitting the child on the sofa beside him.

The little boy grabbed Justin’s pants with a peanut butter and jelly coated hand. “No, I eat now, Jussin."

“I know. You eat now little buddy. I’m gonna go check on your da... JC." Justin said, grimacing at the sticky mess on his pant leg.

The plate flew past Justin’s leg crashing into the coffee table and the child started wailing.

Justin turned away from the crying child and looked from Chris to Joey in alarm. “What happened? What’s wrong with him?"

Chris shook his head in irritation. “You’re not listening to him, Justin." He said, moving to sit on the sofa and pull the screaming child into his lap.

“No! Want Jussin." The little boy shrieked, squirming off of Chris'lap and latching onto Justin’s leg.

Justin groaned before bending down to scoop the child up into his arms. “Ok, you’ve got me now, Kid. Why won’t you just sit down and eat while I go see JC?H" e asked.

"I JC." The little boy sobbed before nuzzling his nose into Justin’s neck.

“You want JC? Is that what’s wrong? You want me to take you up with me to see JC?" Justin asked, still perplexed with the whole situation.

The little boy began kicking and crying harder. His tears running down Justin’s neck and into the collar of his t-shirt. The child peeked up from Justin‘s neck and his crying halted long enough for him to look at Chris and Joey. “Tell Jussin, I JC." He said, despairingly.

“What is going on in here? I thought you said he’d be fine once Justin got here." Lance said, walking into the room and looking from one friend to the next before his eyes landed on Justin holding the crying child.

Lance sighed in exasperation. “Give him to me. I called because I thought you could help. Obviously I was wrong." He said, reaching for the child in Justin’s arms.

“No, no, no. Want Jussin." The little boy cried, kicking and smacking at Lance as he tried to pry his arms from Justin’s neck.

Justin swatted Lance’s hands away and began rubbing the child’s back soothingly. “It’s ok, guy. I got ya." He said softly.

"Somebody tell me what is going on." Justin demanded, looking from Joey to Chris and then stopping at Lance.

Lance sighed deeply. “Ok, but sit down first."

“Why does everybody think I need to be sitting down?" Justin growled, dropping unceremoniously onto the sofa.

“Because I don’t want you to drop him and that’s probably going to be your first reaction." Lance said, pointing at the child who’d finally calmed down but still clung to Justin tightly.

Justin rolled his eyes. “I’m not gonna drop him. He’s a baby for Christ sake he couldn’t do anything to make me wanna drop him."

“Not a baby." The little boy said with a pout poking Justin in the nose.

Justin kissed the top of the child’s head. “No you’re not a baby. You’re a big boy. Now let Lance tell me what’s going on."

The child curled back into Justin contentedly.

“Ok now talk." Justin said, looking pointedly at Lance.

“This little guy here. This is JC.L" ance said, indicating the child in Justin’s lap.

Justin pulled back slightly from the little boy in his lap. He looked at the child and then back at Lance. “No, Lance. This is JC’s kid, not JC. Have you been into that weird ass weed that Chris smokes?"

The little boy gave a loud groan and pulled away from Justin. “I JC.H" e said, thumping Justin on the chest with his tiny fist.

Justin sighed loudly and rubbed his face roughly with one hand. “Where’s JC? This is beginning to be not funny at all."

The little boy climbed down from Justin’s lap. He poked Justin in the thigh with one finger until he looked at him. “Asshole." He said and kicked Justin in the shin before running from the room.

Joey and Chris burst into laughter.

Lance covered his face hiding a grin.

Justin gaped at the door the child had just run through. “He... he... that kid jus... just called me an asshole." He stammered.

"You’d better go after him before he destroys something else.L" ance warned.

Justin turned toward Lance the shock still plain on his face. “Destroys something else? What did he destroy?"

"Umm... he was kind of mad because you weren’t here yesterday morning when he woke up this way. He threw a fit so we told him to take a nap. He said he didn’t want to so Joey picked him up and took him to his room. We thought he was asleep and he wasn’t. He snuck out of his room and down to Joey’s." Lance couldn’t get anything else out before he burst into laughter.

“Little brat." Joey muttered under his breath.

Justin looked from Joey’s scowl to Chris'laughing face. Once Lance had composed himself a bit Justin asked again. “What did he destroy?"

“He took a sharpie to the whole first series of Joey’s superman comics. You know the ones that were in mint condition and locked in that metal box under the bed?" Lance began laughing again after telling Justin what JC had done.

"Oh shit. That’s like so not cool.J" ustin said, shaking his head but chuckling too.

Joey beamed triumphantly at Justin. “Yeah but he’s pissed off at you now and I bet he’s in your room."

Justin shrugged. “I haven’t stayed here in a while. I’m sure there’s nothing too important in there."

“Umm... Just. Johnny didn’t know what to tell the jeweler to do with the bracelet you’d ordered for Brit because it got done early. He brought it here. I put it in your room and well I caught JC playing with it this morning." Lance said, scooting back away from Justin.

“Oh fuck me." Justin screeched, jumping from the couch and running toward the door.

Justin sprinted up the stairs and down the hallway toward his room. The door was locked. “Open this door!" He shouted, banging on the door.

Justin heard sniffling and rustling around in the room but the door remained locked. “Open this damn door now."

He heard more rustling and then the flushing of the toilet. “If you don’t open this door I’m gonna kick it in."

Chris snorted from behind Justin. “Yeah and break your fucking shoulder while you’re at it ya numbskull."

“Justin just use the key." Lance said, holding out a key ring full of keys.

Justin swiped the keys from Lance’s hand and unlocked the door. Justin braced himself as he opened the door. He peeked his head around the door slowly. JC was sitting on the bed cross-legged with a pout etched across his chubby face.

"Why’d you lock the door?" Justin asked, approaching the bed cautiously.

Justin spotted the jewelry case peeking out from behind JC’s back. “What’s that behind you?" He asked.

“Nuffin." JC said, sniffling and picking at the bedspread.

Justin snaked an arm out and behind JC quickly grabbing the box. JC scrambled backwards on the bed away from Justin. Justin slowly opened the case. The case was empty. Justin looked up at the little boy squirming across to the other side of the bed.

"Where’s the bracelet?" He asked calmly.

JC pointed toward the bathroom. “In dere." He said.

Justin hurried into the bathroom. He looked on the floor and in all of the doors but couldn’t find the necklace. And then he remembered hearing the toilet flush. “Where is it in here?" He asked in a barely controlled voice.

“Ina potty." Little JC said before running to hide behind Lance.

Justin started toward JC. “You flushed a goddamed diamond tennis bracelet down the toilet?"

“Calm down, Justin. He’s just a baby." Lance said, blocking the little boy and a second later yelling in pain.

“I not a baby." JC screeched after biting Lance and running between Joey’s legs and out the door.

Justin shoved Lance aside. He ran around Joey and smacked Chris as he stood laughing. He headed out the door and toward JC’s room.

“Where are you, JC?" Justin yelled, throwing the door to JC’s room open.

Justin heard a tiny giggle coming from under the bed and under closer inspection saw two little bare feet sticking out under the edge of the dust ruffle. He kneeled down and grabbed the feet. “Ha... I got you now." He said triumphantly, pulling the giggling child from under the bed.

Justin sat JC on the bed and faced him still on his knees. “Why did you flush that bracelet down the toilet?" He asked.

“I JC." The child said, crossing his arms and frowning at Justin.

“You did it because I didn’t believe that you were JC?" Justin asked, clamping his hands down on the little boy’s legs as he tried to wiggle away.

Little JC nodded.

“I’m sorry. This is all just really confusing. I mean two days ago I talked to you on the phone and you were JC my best friend, a grown man. Now you’re like this three-year-old from hell." Justin said, turning to frown at his laughing friend’s in the doorway.

JC’s chubby little hand turned Justin’s face back toward him. “Sowwy." He said and then pressed a wet sloppy kiss to Justin’s nose.

Justin rolled his eyes because really what else could he do. He’d never been able to stay mad at JC and now as a mischievous toddler he was even more irresistible. He pulled the little boy off the bed and into his arms. “It’s ok. Just don’t do anything like that again. Ok?"

“Okie." Little JC said nodding his agreement.

Justin smiled and hugged JC closely. “Thank you."

“I hungwy now, Jussin." JC said, squirming in his arms around Justin’s neck.

Justin chuckled and picked the child up. “Ok, let’s go get something to eat."

~*~

Nearly a month had passed since JC had turned into a child. The release date for Justin’s solo album had been set back because Justin refused to go to any release parties or signings. He didn’t want JC to feel left out if he couldn’t go and they couldn’t take JC along.

Justin had taken JC home with him to his house. He’d wanted to take JC to his because he thought he’d be more comfortable there. JC had thrown a fit and insisted they go to Justin’s.

Justin loved taking care of JC. It made him feel needed. He hadn’t felt needed in so long. At least not needed in a good way. Sure Britney needed him. To further her career. Jive needed him. To make them more money. Everybody needed something from him but in the end it always came down to money and fame.

Justin missed JC though. Yeah JC was there but yet he wasn’t. Little JC didn’t talk about music with Justin. He just banged on the piano or sang along with the various Disney movies that Justin had gotten him.

This JC didn’t talk sports with him. Not that the other JC did either. He’d just nod and smile prettily while Justin went on and on about the big game the night before. This JC just beamed Justin in the head with the rubber bouncy ball that Chris gave him.

This JC wasn’t worried about eating healthy. Not that Justin really minded that. But the little shit had grinned through a milky mouthful of chewed up cereal as he ate the last of the cap’n crunch. This JC was afraid to sleep alone too.

He slept in Justin’s bed every night with his head on his chest and his little body curled around him. And Justin frowned every time he found himself wishing that the other JC had done that.

And wow, he thought that the other JC was overly affectionate. This one was full of sugary kisses and tight hugs. He missed the bony arms that would sneak around him from behind in a friendly hug. And the moist breath in his ear that would waft across his face. JC always smelled like the cinnamon gum he chewed. This little JC smelled like sugary sweet milk.

Justin found himself quite often wanting his friend back. He wanted to talk music with JC again. He wanted to see JC’s eyes off in another world, daydreaming of a song as Justin talked sports. He didn’t really miss the freaky foods that JC ate, but to have his friend back he could deal with snails and raw fish. He thought he’d really like to feel his JC curled up to him in bed at night with his head on his chest and body pressed tight. Most of all though he wanted to feel those long beautiful arms wrapped around him tightly again. And just maybe he’d see if JC tasted like cinnamon as well as smelling like it.

~*~

“I can’t take this anymore. I really can’t you guys. You have to take him. One of you has to take him. I can’t do it anymore." Justin said, frantically pacing Lance’s living room.

Chris watched Justin intently for a second before he noticed a small dark head peeking around the corner of the door. “He wants to be with you, Just. He doesn’t want us."

“I know that, Chris. I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t take care of him and have him in my house." Justin said, running his trembling fingers through his short curls.

Justin spun toward the door when he heard a small gasp and little feet running down the hall. “Shit!" He growled and ran after the little boy.

Chris turned toward Lance and Joey. He muttered a few words under his breath and wiggled his fingers in their direction. Their heads flopped back and they both snored in a deep sleep. Chris nodded in satisfaction and then followed the sound of Justin’s voice as he called for JC.

~*~

“JC? Come on where are you? Let me explain, C." Justin called, kneeling down to peek under Lance’s bed.

Justin frowned and scratched his head. He wasn’t in any of the bedrooms upstairs. “Where in the hell is he?" He said to himself.

“Check the gardeners shed out back." Chris said from behind Justin.

Justin jumped and spun around facing his friend. “Shit, Chris. You scared the hell out of me."

Chris chuckled. “Sorry."

“Did you see him go into the shed?" Justin asked already heading toward the stairs.

Chris nodded but then affirmed it verbally because obviously Justin couldn’t hear his head shake.

Justin tore off down the stairs and out the back door.

“Humans." Chris sighed shaking his head and with a nod he was in the backyard.

~*~

“Jayce, you in here? Come on answer me, C." Justin listened quietly and then heard a small sniffle from the back of the shed.

Justin made his way toward the back of the shed and found the little boy curled up into a ball on his side lying on the floor. “Hey there." He said sitting down beside the child.

The little boy sobbed harder as Justin stroked his back.

“Shh... don’t cry." Justin said, reaching to scoop little JC into his arms.

The boy squirmed out of Justin’s hold and turned an accusatory glare on him. “You don love me, Jussin."

“I do too. I love you, JC. You’re my best buddy." Justin placated, again reaching for the little boy.

Little JC shook his head emphatically. “You said I haffa go way."

Justin sighed. “I didn’t mean that I wanted you to go away because I don’t love you."

“Why go way den?" JC asked, crawling into Justin’s lap and watching his face intently.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna try to explain this to a three year old. Especially when you could turn back into my JC at anytime and then you’ll know and I’ll be up shit creek. I must be out of my mind." Justin muttered to himself.

A little finger poked Justin in the ribs. “Tell me, Jussin."

Justin took a deep breath. “I love you, JC. The real you. Not this you. I mean I love this you too. But I miss my JC. Big JC. I want you back. I’ve had fun playing with you and stuff but it’s just not the same. Do you know what I mean?"

Little JC shrugged and looked down sadly. “You don like me."

“No that’s not it at all. I do like you. I just realized that the big you means more to me than what I ever thought. Like before you came it never dawned on me that I can’t go a day without hearing your voice. And now I know that and I don’t wanna go another day without hearing it. I don’t wanna let another day go by with me not telling you how much you mean to me. I didn’t know before you came that I love you more than anything else in my life. You are my life. And I’m so freaking scared that when you do come back you won’t love me the same way." Justin said softly dropping his head back against the wall and closing his eyes.

“Uh huh." Little JC said, poking Justin in the ribs.

“Nuh uh." Justin said back poking the little boy’s ribs.

Little JC giggled and replied, “Uh huh."

Justin shook his head and tickled the little boy again. “Nuh uh."

Little JC climbed from Justin’s lap to stand in front of him. “Yes. Love you, Jussin." He said and stomped his foot as if to emphasize his point.

Justin smiled sadly and stood from the floor. “It’s ok, Buddy. We’ll still be best friends no matter what. Ok?" He asked scooping the little boy up into his arms.

The child wound his arms tightly around Justin’s neck. “Love you, Jussin." He mumbled with his mouth pressed tightly to Justin’s throat.

“I love you too, Buddy." Justin said, squeezing the child lightly.

Justin stopped in surprise when he found Chris blocking the doorway to the shed.

“Why don’t you go in and tell Lance that we’re all gonna spend the night here tonight. We’ll have a big ole sleep over and we can all sleep in sleeping bags in the living room." Chris suggested, smiling and then making a silly face at the little boy in Justin’s arms.

Little JC’s eyes lit up and he turned to Justin smiling broadly. “Can we, Jussin?"

“Sure we can. Go ahead and tell Lance and Joey to start setting stuff up. I’ll be there in just a minute." Justin said, sitting the child down and sending him on his way.

Justin and Chris watched the little boy run happily from the shed.

“I assume you wanted to talk to me." Justin said, turning to look at Chris.

Chris nodded. “You assume right, Young One."

“About?" Justin asked, one eyebrow raised.

“I think you know." Chris said, giving Justin a look that clearly said ‘don’t play dumb with me, boy.

Justin shrugged. “If you’re so smart why do I even need to be here? It seems you’ve got everything figured out."

“Because I wanna know if you were telling the truth. Do you really love, C? Like madly love him? Love him so much that you can’t live without him? And all that other sappy romantic shit too of course?" Chris asked, looking directly into Justin’s eyes as if gauging his response.

Justin nodded immediately. “I do. A month ago the thought never would’ve crossed my mind but I’ve had a lot of time to think about it since JC’s been this way. Before I discovered tits, like back in the MMC days I had this weird sort of hero worship type crush thing on him for a while. I outgrew it. Or so I thought. Now though I don’t really think I did at all. Only it’s not hero worship now. Because like I don’t think most people wanna do the kinds of things with their hero’s that I wanna do with JC. Err... with my JC. Not this JC because that‘s just wrong."

Chris chuckled. “Yeah I gotcha kid."

Justin sighed. “Yeah, so like ya think JC will be back soon?"

“I’d bet Joey’s whole Superman collection on it." Chris said, clapping a friendly hand down on Justin’s shoulder.

Justin smiled brightly. “Good. Do you think he’ll remember everything that’s happened?" He asked with a hopeful yet worried look.

Chris shrugged. “I don’t know. But if he doesn’t you can’t keep this from him, Just. You have to tell him. Give him a chance to love you back."

Justin nodded. “I know. It’s just scary. I mean he’s JC. He’s perfect, what the hell could he find in me to love?"

“Well for starters, he may love the fact that you dumped your twit of a girlfriend for him." Chris said, laughing and nudging Justin’s shoulder with his own.

Justin chuckled. “Yeah maybe. I think I’m gonna go call her now before I lose the nerve. And then see how many people I can make scream when I call and tell them that I‘ve decided I don‘t wanna release the solo album. I don‘t wanna be away from JC or you guys that long. We‘re Nsync. I like being Nsync. This past month has shown me how much I really do love and rely on you guys. I‘m not ready to try and go it alone. And I really have no reason to when I have the support of the best friend’s in the world." He said, moving toward the door.

Chris nodded approvingly. “Good luck."

Chris rubbed his hands together gleefully. “These humans are so easy. My plan worked. Not like I was really worried about Lance going into space. The Russians were easy enough to bring under my control. I mean they aren’t really the brightest coin in my pot of gold. I knew though that it would take something big to keep Justin from solo thing. He just needed to see that Nsync is where he belongs. And if JC isn’t incentive enough then I don’t know what is. This was really almost too easy. And I the magnificent Christopher Kirkpatrick have single handedly saved Nsync. It’s no wonder I was voted the most clever leprechaun at last years four leaf clover festival. Now I just need to figure out how to get Lance to dance for me in the mint green leotard and fairy wings. Damn that’d be sexy."

Chris smiled mischievously and followed the sound of his friend’s laughter into the house.

~*~

Justin crawled into the double sleeping bag that JC had insisted they share. He snuggled down in and wrapped his arm around the little boy who’s head lay on his chest.

"Night, C." Justin said, pressing a kiss to the mess of soft curls on the little head.

JC smiled up at Justin. “Night, Jussin. Love you."

"I hope you still do once you’re my JC again." Justin whispered to himself.

~*~

Justin groaned peeking an eye open and then closing it again quickly as the light hit it. He turned his face away from the tongue that was running over his cheek. “Stop it, JC. It’s barely light out try to go back to sleep for a little while.

The tongue moved back over Justin’s ear and down his neck. “Come on, knock it off, C. Be a good boy and go back to sleep for a little bit." He said, rolling onto his side in an attempt to evade the tongue.

Justin heard his other three friends laughing on the other side of the room. “Damnit doesn’t anybody sleep around here anymore?" He growled, pulling the sleeping bag up over his head.

Justin felt hands pulling at the material that was over his head. “Go play with the three laughing idiots, JC."

"I’d rather play with you." JC said, reaching under the sleeping bag and running his hand over Justin’s stomach and down onto the bulge in his sweats.

Justin sat straight up in the sleeping bag and gaped at JC. “You’re big. You’re JC again. Shit I’m dreaming I know it. I’m gonna close my eyes and you’ll still be that three year old terror." He moaned and dropped back onto his pillow and closed his eyes.

Justin oomphed as the weight of a full grown man landed on top of him. “Do you still love me?" JC asked from on top of him.

Justin nodded but his eyes remained closed.

“Open your eyes, Justin." JC said bringing his hand up to stroke Justin’s cheek lightly.

Justin shook his head no.

“Why not?" JC asked in confusion.

“Because you won’t be here when I open them." Justin said, a sad tone to his voice.

JC poked Justin in the ribs. “Open em." He demanded.

Justin shook his head no and bit his lip.

JC groaned in irritation. “I love you too, Justin. But you’re still an asshole." He said just before his lips covered Justin’s.