JC looked to the left and then to the right and back left again quickly. He held his breath as he slipped the pilfered key into Britney's front door. He'd been sweating bullets for an hour now ever since he slipped the key off of Justin's key ring. He had to get the key back to Justin's before he noticed it was missing. He had approximately a half hour to get into Britney's steal her instant messenger password and get the key back before the game Justin was watching was over.

JC opened the door quietly and tip toed into the house. He knew nobody was home, but it just didn't seem right walking normally into a house you were technically trespassing in. He inhaled deeply and headed toward the office type room at the back of the house where Britney kept her computer. He wondered if maybe he should've worn black so the neighbors wouldn't see him as easily. But then figured that in the middle of the afternoon black wouldn't do him a whole lot of good. He pressed his back against the wall and crept silently down the hall.

He hated the fact that he was doing something illegal. He always followed rules. He even left the tags on pillows and mattresses even though technically he was allowed to tear them off after he bought them. It just didn't seem right to do it when you weren't supposed to before you bought it. He rubbed his stomach lightly attempting to soothe away the knot that had formed from all of the anxiety. He really was not born to be a thief or whatever it is that he was being right now. But it was for the greater good. And he snorted as he imagined the look on the police officers face when he told him, "Yes officer I did break in but I did it for the greater good. See I love Justin and I can't have him. So to keep myself from going completely insane, I'm borrowing his girlfriend's screen name so that I can whack off online with him." Yeah they'd buy that because nobody is ever that in love with Justin Timberlake. JC snorted and slid the last few inches to the doorway of the room he needed.

He peered around the corner cautiously. Bracing himself and rising to his toes he slipped into the room. He moved stealthily toward the computer. He made sure the speakers were all the way down in case someone heard that damn Windows sound blaring. He booted the machine up and bit his fingernails while he waited. He rolled his eyes at the picture of Britney that was set as her wallpaper. Only Britney would use a picture of herself as wallpaper. He opened the sign in box for AIM and then hit the link for forgotten passwords. He realized when it asked for the screen name that he'd forgotten to even check. He clicked the box back open again and his eyebrows raised at the screen name. He shook his head and shrugged typing it into the box then hitting enter. He gingerly sat in the desk chair while he waited a couple of minutes for the password to be mailed to Britney's email address. After two minutes had passed he opened outlook express. Finding the email containing the password right away he clicked on it. He quickly scribbled Britney's name onto his hand. Not that it was very likely he'd forget that Britney's password was her own name but he wanted to be sure just in case. He rolled his eyes again because only Britney would use her own name as her password. He shut down the computer and quietly moved toward the door. He made his way out of the room and left the house in a little bit quicker manner than what he'd entered. He now had what he needed and he didn't want to be caught.

~*~

"Hey, Justin. What's up?" JC asked, sauntering in what he hoped was a casual way into Justin's living room.

Justin glanced up from the magazine he was reading. "Not much. What are you up to?" He asked sitting the magazine aside.

"Nothing, just thought I'd stop by and say hey before I headed home for the night." JC said, dropping down onto the sofa beside Justin.

Justin grinned and nudged JC's shoulder with his own. "Hot date with Rosie and her sister's tonight, huh?" He laughed when JC blushed and smacked his arm.

"I just didn't feel like going out tonight. Clubbing is fun, but not every night." JC said, his eyes on his hand where he was picking at the dry skin around his thumbnail.

Justin leaned over resting his head on JC's shoulder. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm staying in tonight too. You wanna hang out here tonight?" He asked, lifting his head off JC's shoulder slightly in order to see his face.

JC hadn't spent much time with Justin alone lately and hated telling him no. He did anyway though.  "Nah, I think I'm gonna make it an early night. Just relax in the peace and quiet for a little while and then go to bed early." He just hoped that his plan would work and Justin would decide to play around online.

"Yeah, I probably will too. We'll be back on the road again soon enough and I should sleep while I still can." Justin said.

JC nodded and leaned his head against the back of the sofa, enjoying the way Justin's head was resting on his shoulder. His eyes drifted closed and he smiled softly when he felt Justin yawn against his arm.

JC hadn't intended to but he'd fallen asleep there on the sofa with Justin's head on his shoulder. He jumped awake when the ringing of the telephone blared through the living room.

Justin sat forward rubbing his eyes blearily. He smiled his thanks when JC grabbed the phone from the stand beside him and pressed it into Justin's hand.

JC sighed softly as he heard Justin saying hello to Britney. He stood from the sofa and whispered to Justin that he was going to the bathroom.

JC walked quickly down the hall. He needed to get into Justin's computer, get his screen name, and get out before Justin got off the telephone. He slipped into the office/trophy room and headed straight for the computer. JC was relieved to see that Justin's computer was already on. All he had to do was find the damn screen name and get out. Once he finally found what he needed he quickly headed back toward the living room.

JC breathed a sigh of relief to find that Justin was still on the phone when he walked back into the living room. Justin glanced up at JC and blushed when he walked in. JC didn't even ask what that was about. He just assumed that Justin was afraid he'd been caught being all mushy with Britney.

"I'm gonna go, Just. I'll probably see you some time tomorrow." JC whispered, patting Justin on the shoulder on his way past him.

Justin waved over his shoulder. "Later, C." He called.

~*~

JC puttered around the house and cleaned a few things up. He attempted to work on a song but couldn't concentrate. He made himself something to eat but couldn't get it down because of all of the butterflies that already occupied his stomach. He jerked off in the shower but that only took another twenty minutes.

He finally just couldn't wait any longer. He went and signed on to AIM. He signed on under his own screen name first just to see if Justin or Britney were already online. He frowned when he noticed that Britney and Justin were both on. He read a few stories about him and Justin and had almost given up for the night when he saw Britney go offline. He read three more stories and hoped that Justin would stay online. About an hour after Britney had gone offline JC switched screen names and typed hers in. He signs on with Britney's name and watches the screen nervously waiting for Justin to notice that "Britney" is back online.

JC jumped when a message box popped up. He chuckled quietly and then read Justin's message.

ImnotStinky: Hey there! I thought you were going out with that bunch of dancers tonight?
ImnotPinky: I was going to but we found out the club they wanted to go to was kind of wild. I didn't want my PR jumping all down my throat about it like they did when we went to the gay bar in NY.
ImnotStinky: Oh, I see.  You know you could always tell them to kiss your ass.  You do that most of the time anyway, hun.
ImnotPinky: I could tell em to kiss my ass but then they'd probably put me on curfew and all that other shit all over again.
ImnotStinky: Oh yeah.  I forgot about that.  They're real jerks.  I'm sorry, Brit.  So, what are you gonna do tonight instead?
ImnotPinky: Probably just lay here and think about you all alone in that big old bed without me.

Justin blinked twice and looked at his screen again just to make sure that Britney had said what he actually thought she'd said. His brow furrowed when he looked for a third time and the message was the same. He wondered if maybe someone was with her and this was a show. But usually she'd warn him somehow. This was just weird. He shrugged his shoulders and decided to go along with it and get answers from her later.

ImnotStinky: Uh....hehe...ok.  You know, you could always have the dancers come over to your place and hang out...
ImnotPinky: I could, but I wouldn't have nearly as much fun with them as I would with you. ;-)
ImnotStinky: Riiiight...um, ok.  You feelin' ok Brit?
ImnotPinky: I'm fine honey. Just missing you. I can't wait until next week when I'm back in Florida.
ImnotStinky: Aww, I miss you too, baby.  I can't wait to spend some time with you again.  Should I make some reservations or plans for when you come back?
ImnotPinky: Yeah, we haven't had any romantic little get-aways in a while.
ImnotPinky: But you know we could get a head start on the romantic stuff tonight. ;-)

Justin nearly tipped backwards in his chair at that. What the hell was Britney playing at? This was just getting too weird. Britney never talked like that to him in private. Justin wondered, could it be someone else that had gotten ahold of Britney's screen name and they were pretending to be her.

ImnotStinky: I...um...huh?
ImnotStinky: I meant, like restaurants and stuff
ImnotPinky: Oh, well yeah we could do that too. But like what about the private us stuff tonight?
ImnotStinky: Tonight?  Huh?  'Us stuff'?
ImnotPinky: Geez, Just. Have we been apart that long that you've forgotten what sex is?

What the hell? Sex? Justin was getting a stronger and stronger feeling that he wasn't really talking to Britney. Whoever it was though was definitely up to something. And he was going to find out exactly what.

ImnotStinky: No no...I know what sex is...I just...you're in London.  We can't have sex...
ImnotPinky: I know I'm in London right now, Baby. I just meant like we could have some online fun. My dancer Angie and her girlfriend do it that way all the time. And really what do you think Digital Getdown is all about?
ImnotStinky: Oh, I know....JC wrote that song when he was going through his "cyber sex" phase...But seriously...you wanna have that?? Now??
ImnotPinky: Well yeah. You know that saying adventure is the spice of life? Well this is adventurous, isn't it?
ImnotStinky: Umm..yeah.  I guess it is....but cyber sex??
ImnotPinky: Geez, Just. When did you become such a prude? I bet even Lance does it.
ImnotStinky: Oh, Lance does...I've caught hime before!  And I'm not a prude!  I just..Brit..we've never done this!
ImnotPinky: I know. Which is even more of a reason why we should. We don't wanna get boring, do we?
ImnotStinky: Umm...no, I guess not....
ImnotPinky: See then it'd be cool. You can imagine that I'm down on my knees in front of you and well you get the picture.

Holy shit! Whoever this was it was definitely not Britney. Besides the fact that they didn't have that kind of relationship she knew how he felt about JC and was all for it. He frowned at the screen and decided to play along a little bit more and try to figure this out.

ImnotStinky: Oh...umm....Ok.  That's interesting...I guess I can imagine it.  But wouldn't it be better if we, like, wait.  Ya know, for when you are really here?
ImnotPinky: We could but I'm like really in the mood tonight. If you know what I mean. ;-)
ImnotStinky: Uh, yeah...I know what you mean, Brit...
ImnotPinky: So come on, Justy. For me?
ImnotStinky: Umm...yeah, I guess....Ok.  So, uh, what are you wearing?
ImnotPinky: umm, my little pink nighty.
ImnotStinky: Which one?
ImnotStinky: you've got, like, 14
ImnotPinky: yeah, umm this one's new I just bought it today so I guess you wouldn't recognize it.
ImnotStinky: haha...probably not..describe it for me...how it looks on you.
ImnotPinky: well it's short and kinda silky. There's lace at the top.
ImnotPinky: Shit, Just. It's just a nightgown. You want me to take it off?
ImnotStinky: uh, yeah. i guess.  take it off.
ImnotPinky: Ok, you take your clothes off too.
ImnotStinky: Ok.  Um, hold on.

"Whoa, this is getting fucking weird. Who the hell is this?" Justin said aloud to himself. He waited a few seconds before answering. No way was he taking his clothes off though.

ImnotStinky: Alright.
ImnotStinky: I took them off....damn seat is cold!
ImnotPinky: That was fast, you must not have been wearing much.
ImnotPinky: aww, poor Justy's got a cold butt. lol
ImnotStinky: Yeah, I wasn't wearing much...Just my boxers.  I was getting ready for bed.  But, uh, I'm not wearing anything now....My ass is cold...but, um,...shouldn't you warm that up, or something?
ImnotPinky: mmm, doesn't the idea of me thinking of you and touching myself warm you up?
ImnotStinky: Yeah...I guess...Um..where are you touching yourself?
ImnotPinky: My nipples. I'm pinching them. They're so hard for you, J.
ImnotStinky: oh geez Brit....umm...that's uh, hot.
ImnotPinky: Are you touching yourself?
ImnotStinky: Yeahh...I, uh...I am.
ImnotPinky: Where?
ImnotStinky: You know where!
ImnotPinky: Ooh, I bet it's so big and hard right now.
ImnotStinky: Um. Yes. I'm hard.  
ImnotPinky: mmm, me too.

Justin's eyes widened at that. Hard? "It's a guy. I bet it's a guy. I swear to god if this is Chris messing with me I'm gonna kill him." Justin vowed.

ImnotStinky: you're hard???
ImnotStinky: What?
ImnotPinky: err, umm I mean my uh well you know that thing is hard.
ImnotStinky: Oh...yeah...jeez Brit, that's pretty graphic....You're already touching yourself there?
ImnotPinky: Well yeah, I told you I'm really in the mood tonight.
ImnotStinky: You must be...wow.
ImnotPinky: oh I am. I wish I was there with you right now. I wanna put my mouth on you.
ImnotStinky: Ah! Brit....I, umm...I'd like you to do that...I ..Shit! Fucking phone! Who would be calling me now!? brb
ImnotPinky: aww, ok but hurry back!!!!

Justin said a little thank you to god as he reached for the telephone beside him. This was getting fucking bizarre. He looked at the computer one more time before picking the telephone receiver up.

"Hello?" He answered hesitantly.

"Hey, Just. What's up?" Britney's cheerful voice answered him.

Justin breathed a sigh of relief that Britney was on the phone and hadn't completely lost her mind and was trying to sex him up online. "Hey, Girl. What's up? Where are you?" He asked, nearly shouting over the noise coming over the line.

"I'm at the club." Britney said and then shouted to someone that she was going outside where it was quieter.  "I just got a call though from the security company. They said JC went into my house today and he had a key. Did you have him go pick something up for you today?" She asked.

"JC? No I didn't send him over to your house. Are you sure it was JC?" Justin asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

Britney inhaled deeply before answering and Justin figured she'd just lit a cigarette. "Yeah they said it was JC. They've got him on tape from the security cameras and asked if I wanted to press charges since he had a key. I told them no of course because it was JC. But what was he doing there?"

"I have no clue, Brit. Did they say what he did in the house?" Justin asked, leaning back in his desk chair.

Britney chuckled. "They said he was all creeping down the hallway like he was in some James Bond movie or something. He went into my office and did something on the computer and then left. You're boy's such a dork, Just." She said laughing again.

"He was on your computer?" Justin nearly fell backwards in the chair as he shouted.

"Shit, Justin. Break my eardrum why don't you. What's up with the computer?" Britney asked.

Justin looked back at the computer screen and then up on top of the desk at a picture of him and JC with Britney at Disney Land. "Holy shit." He whispered.

"J? What's wrong? What's going on?" Britney asked, a hint of panic had begun to creep into her voice.

"C, he was on your computer. Holy shit, he was on your computer." Justin said, looking up at the picture again and a silly grin spread across his face.

Britney sighed in exasperation. "We've established that, Justin. Now tell me what's going on." She demanded.

"I've been online with you for about a half hour now." Justin said.

"Uh, no you haven't, Justin. I've been at the club for over an hour now. What's going on?" She asked again.

Justin chuckled quietly. "I've been talking to someone using your screen name. I thought it was you like the first five minutes or so but then they started trying to get me to have sex online and I knew it wasn't you." He said and laughed again.

"Somebody stole my screen name and they're talking dirty to you? This is funny to you?" Britney asked, anger evident in her tone.

Justin laughed again. "Very funny. Brit, it's a guy. They're pretending to be you but I know it's a guy. JC was in your house today on your computer. It's JC online with me. It's got to be." He said.

"Oh my god! If it's JC that means he feels the same way about you. Justin, why in the hell are you still on the phone with me? Go get your clothes off and sex up your man!" Britney nearly shrieked.

"I'm going, I'm going. Thanks Brit. And good luck with your girl tonight." Justin said, he slammed down the phone and pushed his boxers down off his waist in one smooth movement. He laughed to himself when his already hard cock smacked his stomach. "You're mine now, JC." He said, as he sat back down and pulled the keyboard back toward him.

ImnotStinky: I'm baaaack.
ImnotStinky: Where were we?
ImnotPinky: I want you in my mouth, Justin.
ImnotStinky: I...mm...I wanna be there.
ImnotPinky: I wanna run my tongue all over you and then take you in so far you hit the back of my throat.
ImnotStinky: Fuck, that's hot. I wanna feel your tongue, on me, running over me. Your mouth would be so wet, so warm...
ImnotPinky: mmm, and you'd taste so good.
ImnotPinky: I wanna make you feel good, Baby.
ImnotStinky: You would...You'd make me feel so good...I'm so hard, thinking about it...stroking myself...Are you still touching yourself?
ImnotPinky: Oh yes. I'm so hot. I need you. I want you inside me, Justin.
ImnotStinky: I wanna be there so bad, baby. Stroking my hands down your naked stomach, up and over your chest, to tangle in your hair....fuck I'm hot...
ImnotPinky: mmm... me too. You turn me on so much. I wanna feel you over me. Thrusting into me. Your mouth on mine. Your tongue dancing with mine.
ImnotStinky: You turn me on too baby. I want you so much...I want to push your legs apart and lay between them, leaning down to kiss you, run my tongue down your neck and move against you while you arch your back...oh...mmm....
ImnotPinky: Oh god, J. I wanna wrap my legs around you and have you so deep inside me that you can't tell where I end and you begin.
ImnotStinky: I want to be there baby, buried so deep in you. I'd move slowly at first baby...Slowly to get you used to it. Rocking back and forth...gripping your hips underneath me...
ImnotPinky: Oh... mmm... yeah oh god, Jus. I'm so so hard.
ImnotStinky: I'm so hard too...I can't wait...I want you to be here NOW...I'm dripping, baby!
ImnotPinky: oh........oh god Just i'm gonna cummmmm
ImnotStinky: ohhh... fuck! i'm gonna cumm too!..oohhh........

JC panted trying to catch his breath for a good five minutes. He looked down at the sticky mess on his stomach as he reached over and snagged his t-shirt off the floor beside him. He wiped his hand off on the shirt and then started in on his stomach. He smiled sadly. What he'd just done with Justin was so wonderful but it wasn't what he wanted. It wasn't real. Justin thought he was Britney. He dropped the shirt back to the floor and turned pushing himself back up to the desk.

ImnotPinky: You still there, Justin?
ImnotStinky: yes.
ImnotPinky: That was wild. So great. I love you so much, Baby.
ImnotStinky: I love you too, Jayce.

JC felt bile rise in his throat as his heart began to beat erratically. What the fuck? Justin had just said Jayce. "Holy shit! How did he know?" JC whispered, his heart was pounding and his head swimming. He jumped when the instant messenger chimed.

ImnotStinky: Jayce...are you there? I know it's you. Brit was the one who called. She said they caught you on the security cameras at her house....
ImnotPinky: shit
ImnotStinky:  it's ok. She was cool, just glad it was you.
ImnotStinky: What'd you do? get her password?
ImnotPinky: What?!?!?! Glad?!?!?!
ImnotPinky: God, Justin. I'm so sorry you must be so pissed.
ImnotStinky: Nah...I'm not pissed...Brit and I...we really aren't...
ImnotStinky: Well, we're not exactly together...she likes this girl.. Dawn, I think.
ImnotPinky: Oh wow. I'm sorry, Justin. The girl you're in love with likes another girl. That must suck.
ImnotStinky: Nah...it's ok. I'm, uh, well, I'm not really into chicks, Jayce....
ImnotPinky: You're not?
ImnotStinky: No...You're not freaked out are you?
ImnotPinky: Kind of. But only because you found out that I love you. I was afraid that you'd be freaked out or pissed or something.
ImnotStinky: I'm not freaked at all. I just...wait! You really meant that?? That you love me?!
ImnotStinky: Like that?
ImnotPinky: Well yeah. I mean why else would I go and break into Brit's house, steal her password, and pretend to be her?
ImnotStinky: Haha...yeah, I guess so. Well, you know I love you too, Jayce. Like that.
ImnotPinky: Wow! That's like Wow! I just... I don't know what to say, Justin. I can't believe it.
ImnotStinky: Believe it. I've felt like this for so long. Jayce, you're everything to me. Tonight, it was just so amazing. But I'd love it even more if you were here with me. So I could touch you, and see you...
ImnotPinky: Me too.
ImnotPinky: I mean yeah well...
ImnotPinky: you want me to come over, Just?
ImnotStinky: Now. Come now. Please, Jayce? I really want to see you...
ImnotPinky: I'm on my way.
ImnotPinky: And Justin.....
ImnotStinky: yeah?
ImnotPinky: I love you!
ImnotStinky: I love you too!

THE END