This is for Katie for her birthday.

You couldn’t believe it when you walked into the club and saw JC. Not that JC shouldn’t be in a club or anything. But JC shouldn’t be in a club. You’d called him earlier in the day to see if he wanted to hang out and he’d said he was tired he was just gonna stay in all night. And you frowned because there was JC in a club. You weren’t sure whether you should be mad that he’d lied to you or insulted because obviously he didn’t wanna hang out with you.

You decided to approach him and just ask him point blank why he’d lied. You were about ten feet from him when a tall blond man slid up in front of JC with two drinks in his hand. He handed one to JC and slid the empty hand up JC’s shirt and over the smooth expanse of his back. You stood shocked as JC’s mouth covered the man’s and their bodies began to move together. You slid back into the crowd not sure whether you wanted to face JC now or not.

You watched JC from behind a crowd of people. The blond man was all over JC. JC didn’t seem to mind. They were practically fucking on the dance floor. Other people greeted JC and didn’t seem surprised in the least to see him there, with a man. Obviously JC came here often.

You wandered down a back hall when you’d lost sight of JC. There were people littering the hallway in various forms of sexual activity. Your head spun. You’d never seen so much sex being had at once. You wondered again what had made you decide to stop at this particular club that you’d never been in before. You made a couple of more turns attempting to find an exit and only found more sex. You dodged hands attempting to pull you in. Your head began to feel light as you realized you were lost. Lost in a sea of bodies.

Suddenly right in front of you was the one thing you were most afraid you’d find. JC clutching the blond man’s hair tightly, head thrown back, eyes clenched tightly, and mouth hanging open in abandon. JC was cumming down the man’s throat. “JC." You gasped, bile rising in your throat as his eyes flew open to meet yours. “Jesus, Justin." He stammered, shoving the man’s mouth off of his wilting cock. “Sorry, I’m sorry." You mumble, turning to flee the silver blue eyes burning into you.

~*~

You awake with a groan and an ache in your stomach as you remember the events of the previous night. You stumble out of bed and into the shower in an attempt to wash the memory away.

After your shower your head is still full of images of JC kissing the man and JC thrusting into the man’s mouth. You grab your keys and head for the door. You need to talk to someone. For obvious reasons JC is out of the question. Chris may be your best friend but he was also the one to most likely laugh and act like it’s no big deal. Joey is wonderful to talk to and he’s such a great listener. But lately he was so focused on Brianna and Kelly that it was hard to even get him to acknowledge your presence. So you settled on talking to the one person who you knew would listen sympathetically and not make light of your feelings. You went to Lance.

“JC cheats on Bobbee." You blurt the minute Lance opens the door. He opens the door wider, grasps your arm and pulls you into the house. “I need coffee." He mutters dragging you into the kitchen behind him. You watch him shuffle sleepily over to the counter and pour himself and you a cup of coffee. You can’t even sit your body is thrumming. You’re pacing Lance’s kitchen. He takes your arm again and pushes you into a chair. “Drink. Calm your ass down." He says, pushing you lightly into a chair. He slips into the chair across from you and sips slowly at his coffee. You wonder if he even heard what you’d said about JC. “JC cheats on Bobbee." You say once again. His eyes burn into you as you begin spooning sugar into your cup. “With a man." You add and your hand shakes as you add a sixth spoonful of sugar. Lance covers your hand before you can dip into the sugar bowl again. “I know, Justin." He states and then lifts your hand to move the sugar bowl away. “You know?" You ask and feel dumb because obviously he knows or he wouldn’t have said that he did. “We all know. You knew too, Justin." He says.

You sit quietly sipping your too sweet coffee and watch Lance start breakfast. “I knew?" You finally ask. Lance nods but doesn’t look away from the eggs he’s whipping with a whisk. “You knew." He confirms. You shake your head. “I didn’t know." You say staring into the black coffee in your cup. “Maybe I did. But not with a man." You exclaim before Lance can tell you again that you knew. “How is JC cheating with a man any different than you cheating on Britney with a man?" Lance asks pouring eggs into a hot pan with his back to you. Your mouth opens and closes for a few times before anything actually comes out. “Because, it just is." You say and then wish you’d kept your mouth shut. “How is it any different, Justin?" Lance asks, turning to look at you as he stirs the eggs. “It’s JC. JC has sex." You say shaking your head and then sigh loudly. “You have sex." Lance says after a few seconds. “I... yeah... but JC has sex." You say once again. “This is getting monotonous, Justin. JC has sex; you have sex. So does Chris and Joey. Hell I even have sex on occasion." He says scooping eggs onto plates.

You pick at your eggs and eat sporadically. “JC has sex." You say dropping your fork onto your plate and leaning back in the chair. “I heard you the first hundred times, Justin." Lance says and continues to eat. “But it’s JC." You say. “Is there something wrong with JC having sex?" Lance asks dropping his fork and looking at you curiously. “JC isn’t supposed to have sex." You can’t stop yourself from saying even though you know how stupid that sounds. “JC isn’t supposed to have sex with men or JC isn’t supposed to have sex with someone other than Bobbee?" Lance asks and watches you intently. You frown when you think of JC having sex with Bobbee. “JC isn’t supposed to. JC isn’t sexual." You say, and look down at your coffee because you know Lance is going to laugh at you. Lance does chuckle lightly but not like you expected. “JC is sexual, Justin. Where have you been?" Lance asks shaking his head with an amused grin plastered across his face.

You sit quietly and watch Lance clean up the breakfast dishes. “JC’s dorky. He’s not sexual. He’s too goofy to be sexual." You say watching Lance wipe the table clean. Lance sighs before sitting down and looking straight at you. “JC is sexual, Justin. You’re just now noticing it though and having a hard time handling it. There’s just something about JC that is so sexual." He says and shrugs as if it’s just that simple.

You follow Lance to the studio after he changes. The two of you are talking about the song line up for the new tour. You walk into the studio holding your breath but release it in a relieved whoosh when all you find is Chris and Joey wrestling over what appears to be the last jelly donut. You roll your eyes and laugh at their antics.

“Are you still preoccupied with the whole JC has sex thing?" Lance asks, dropping his bag down next to yours. You pull the baggy sweatshirt over your head and adjust the white beater you’re left in before turning to look at Lance. “He’s not sexual, Lance. He’s JC. JC is not sexual." You say shaking your head adamantly. “Hey Joe." Lance calls and motions for Joey to join the two of you when he looks over. Naturally Chris follows him.

“What’s up?" Joey asks, stopping in front of you but looking at Lance. “Describe JC." Lance says. “Describe JC? You know what JC looks like." Joey chuckles and cuffs Lance on the shoulder. “No, I don’t mean describe his looks. Like describe JC’s aura in one word." Lance says frowning at Chris when he laughs. “Forget it, Lance." You say and turn to walk away. “Sexual." Joey says. You turn to look accusingly at Lance. “You told him to say that." You say. “What? Why would Lance tell me to say that?" Joey asks looking at you curiously. “Why did you say it?" You ask rather than answering Joey’s question. Joey shrugs nonchalantly. “Lance said in one word and that’s the first thing that came to me. JC is sexual. There’s just something about JC that is so sexual." He says. Chris nods in agreement. “JC oozes sexual" He says, serious the one time you’d pay for him not to be. You groan and walk away but not before you hear Joey ask Lance what your problem is. “He wants Jayce." You hear Lance say and you roll your eyes because the thought of you wanting JC is just preposterous.

You avoid JC once he finally arrives. He tries to corner you several times but you flee before he can. “Justin we really need to talk." He says. “I’m busy right now, C. Later." You add running to talk to Wade about a move that didn’t seem to fit right in the dance you’d been working on all morning. Your brow furrows as you talk to Wade. You watch JC in the mirror. He leans against the wall and watches you almost sadly.

You groan as you catch yourself watching JC in the mirror the rest of the day. Sexual keeps flashing through your head as you watch him. JC is not sexual you tell yourself. He’s just dorky often too serious JC. And JC oozes sexual. Where did Chris come up with that anyway? How can someone ooze sexual. You chalk it up to more of Chris' idiocy.

When Wade says you’re all done for the day you rush from the building before JC can stop you. You’re not ready to talk about JC and the blond man. The blond man that made JC cum. The blond man that was sucking JC off and you got hard watching it despite how wrong it all was. You gunned the engine of your car and were out of the parking lot before the others were even out of the building.

~*~

You drove to your mother’s to shower and change. You figured that JC would go straight to your house and you just weren’t ready to talk to him yet. You made a sandwich and picked at it not really eating any. You jumped when your cell phone lying beside you on the counter rang. You looked at it warily before slowly picking it up. “Hello?" You said bracing yourself for whoever was on the other end. “Justin. Where are you? I went to your house and to Britney’s and couldn’t find you." You sigh recognizing JC’s voice. “I’m at my mom’s." You say, not really wanting to tell him but you knew he’d worry if you didn’t. “We need to talk." He says breathing heavily into the phone. “I know." You say but don’t offer anything else. “Come over." He says pleading in his tone. “Give me thirty minutes." You tell him and hang up before he can agree. You root through the cupboard above the refrigerator. You know your mother keeps liquor there. You pull down a bottle of Absolut and pour about an inch of it into a juice glass. You brace yourself for the burn of the vodka just before tipping your head back and downing it all.

~*~

JC’s front door opens before you even reach the sidewalk. He’s watching you walk up the drive. His stance says that he’s prepared to give chase should you decide to retreat once again. “Hi." You say stopping in front of him. “Hi." He says and stands back to give you room to enter. You head toward the living room. There’s something so comforting about JC’s living room. You sit on the sofa and pull one of the throw pillows to your chest almost protectively. JC sits beside you but not touching. He senses that it’s not the right time for the usual familiarity. You sit quietly staring at big rainbow colored fish in the hundred-gallon aquarium across the room.

JC clears his throat finally drawing your attention back to him. You’d never really not been thinking about him it was just more comfortable not to look at him. “This is weird." JC says. “Yeah." You agree and wonder why you seem to be talking in one-word sentences since you arrived. “You want something to drink?" He asks. “No, thanks." You say feeling your stomach revolt at the thought of anything actually entering it right now. “What were you doing at that club?" JC asks at the same time that you blurt out, “You lied to me." You look at each other nervously. “How did I lie to you?" He asks. “You told me you were gonna stay in. You could’ve just said you didn’t wanna hang out with me. That you had some hot boy to fuck instead." You say and your stomach lurches at the mention of the blond man. “I didn’t lie to you, Justin. I was going to stay in but then I couldn’t sleep and I was bored. I figured since it had been a couple of hours since I’d talked to you that you had other plans by then. So I went to the club. I didn’t go there planning to fuck some hot boy." JC practically snarled. “You cheat on Bobbee." You say, not really sure what else to say. JC rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. “You cheat on Britney." He says calmly. You both grow quiet and turn to watch the fish again.

Finally you break the silence with a loud sigh. “Britney’s not really my girlfriend. And besides she knows about it and she cheats on me too." You say in an attempt to justify your own actions. “Bobbee’s not really my girlfriend either. You know that, Justin. Everybody knows that. Bobbee fucking knows that." JC says angrily. “I didn’t know that." You mumble and bury your face in the pillow still clutched to your chest. “How could you not know, Justin? It was never a secret." He says running his hands back through his hair causing it to stand up in places. You shrug. “I just didn’t know." “What didn’t you know? That I don’t have sex with Bobbee or that I have sex with men?" JC asks and turns to look at you. A knot forms in your throat as your brain races for an answer. You just don’t know. And suddenly you’re speaking before you actually think about what you’re saying. “You have sex." You say and then mentally kick yourself. “I have sex? You didn’t know I have sex? Is something wrong with you, Justin? Are you sick or something?" JC asks voice full of concern. You hide your face in the pillow and don’t dare move as tears of frustration escape your tightly clenched eyes. JC touches your neck softly his hand lightly rubbing. You lean toward JC. You tell yourself it’s just because you’re cold and JC’s always so warm.

You sit with your face buried in the pillow and JC’s hand on your neck for what seems like hours but in reality is probably only a few minutes. “Are you ready to talk now?" He asks softly. Your nod is jerky but you can’t bring yourself to look at him or speak just yet. “Should I start?" JC asks, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. You nod again a little more steady this time. He takes a deep breath and then begins to speak. “Seeing me with that guy must’ve really done a number on you, huh?" He asks. You nod because you know he’d see right through you if you denied it. “Why did it bother you so much, J." He asks. You shrug still not able to find your voice. “Would it have bothered you as much if it had been a woman instead of a man?" He asks. Your breath catches for a minute because you really hadn’t thought about that. So you just shrug again. “This really isn’t getting us anywhere." JC says leaning his head against yours for a second. “If it was a woman kneeling in front of me with my dick in her mouth would you still be freaked?" He asks so close you can feel his hot breath in your ear. You close your eyes and try to imagine a woman on her knees in front of JC. Your chest hurts, you feel nauseous, and your head is spinning. You have to tell the truth so you nod. “If it was Bobbee would it still be so wrong?" He asks. You take another shaky breath before nodding again. “Am I not supposed to have sex?" He asks. You shake your head because no he’s not supposed to have sex. “With anyone?" He persists. You shake your head emphatically. “Not even with you?" He whispers and you can almost feel his lips touching your ear. “I have to go." You’re barely able to say before lurching off of the sofa and sprinting for the door. You’re in the driveway before JC is even half way down the sidewalk and calling your name. You leave smoke in your wake as you speed down the driveway.

~*~

You don’t go to rehearsals for a week. The guys call constantly leaving frantic messages because you never miss rehearsal unless something is seriously wrong. You’re staying at a motel six a few hours from home because you know it’s the last place any of the guys would think to look for you. Your mother has even started to sound really worried in her messages. You left her a message saying you were fine just needed to get away and not to worry. But the guys have all called her and she’s your mother and can’t help but worry. You watch cartoons and try not to sleep because it’s the only way to keep JC out of your head. You do occasionally sleep when you’re too tired to stay awake but by then you’re so tired you don’t even dream or you just don’t remember what you dreamed. The seventh morning of your self imposed exile you wake up covered in sweat and harder than you’ve ever been. You close your eyes and see yourself thrusting into JC. You grind your cock into the mattress panting JC’s name as you cum. You take a shower after and decide it’s time to go back and face things.

You drive the three hours back to Orlando and go straight to JC’s house. You sit in the driveway for probably twenty minutes working up the courage to get out of the car. You see JC step out the front door to get the paper. He meets your eyes for a brief second before turning back into the house. You see that he left the door open. You breathe deeply and climb out of your car. The walk up to the door seems to take forever.

You don’t see JC when you walk through the door. You follow the smell of coffee into the kitchen where JC is usually found so early in the morning. He’s sitting at the table coffee cup held between both hands looking down at the table. You kneel in front of him and gently turn him to face you. “Only with me." You say and then your mouth is on his. Somewhere between leaving the kitchen and heading up to the bedroom you find yourself on the stairs. You’re biting JC’s shoulder and thrusting into him from behind. He’s gasping your name and his fingers are digging into the carpet on the stairs grasping for something to hold on to. Soon you’re pushing into him hard and cumming and he’s right with you. The way it should be your frazzled brain says. You finally make it the rest of the way up the stairs and collapse together limbs entwined in JC’s bed. He calls Lance sometime later and tells him that he won’t be in for rehearsal today because something came up. You chuckle and kiss the back of his neck.

~*~

You and JC are the first ones into the studio the next morning. You’re sitting on the floor between JC’s legs holding hands and he’s kissing your neck when the other guys walk in. Lance is grinning like he knew the whole time that you loved JC. You think maybe later you might surprise him and tell him he was right. You can tell Chris and Joey want to say something but Wade rushes in behind them and urges everyone to get into place because you’ve all got a long day ahead of you. You kiss JC lightly and smirk at them before moving to your spot in front of the mirror. You wink at JC’s reflection and smile when he giggles quietly.

“Alright what’s going on? Have aliens taken over your body, Timberlake?" Chris asks when Wade finally allows you to break for a quick lunch. You smile at JC who is laughing with Wade across the room. “What do you mean?" You ask innocently. “Don’t play that crap with us, J. Are you and C gettin it on?" Joey asks backing Chris up. “Nah guys you know that’s not it. JC’s too dorky to have sex." Lance says from behind poking you in the side as he moves up beside Joey. “Nah, you were right, Lance. There’s something about JC." You say smiling and meeting silver blue eyes across the room.

THE END