Chapter 2

"You asked them over for dinner?" Justin asked and then turned to his mother who had her patented innocent face on. He learned from the best, of course.

"Well, they are your new neighbors. You should make them dinner. Its a must, Justin. Don't act so anal about it." his mother said as she stirred the noodles.

Justin rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. "I can't. I mean, its JC! I have known him forever. We would have gotten together... later. He probably has other things-"

"Oh hush. You would never cook dinner for him, I might as well since you're so bad at baking. I want you to thank me Justin." she smiled and Justin couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips. His mother was crazy yet right.

"Yeah, well if this all goes to hell its your fault, ok?" he asked playfully and she laughed and started on the spaghetti sauce.

"You accepted their invitation?!" JC yelled and Jared pulled on a sweatshirt.

"Sheesh. If I thought you were gonna act like you have a pole up your ass about it, I wouldn't have said anything." Jared shook his head and then pulled on some jeans. "Ya know, this is good for both of you. You know you wouldn't have tried to make any amends if it weren't for me." he prided himself and yawned.

JC's brow furrowed and he realized his egotistical friend was indeed right. He hadn't talked to Justin in 2 long years and he knew he wouldn't have made an attempt to talk to the younger man again.

It was more than betrayal to him. Justin had just left and abandoned them all. Especially him. His life was music and Justin had pulled that right from under him.

"No." he said sternly as anger washed over him slowly. With each passing second he found more reason why Justin was a son of a bitch. "No. I am not gonna go over there. He can kiss my ass for all I care."

Jared grinned and winked at JC. "Isn't that what you want, though?" he asked and JC shook his head, flipping off the younger man.

"Fuck you. I am not going. You can tell him I'm sorry but... nah." and with that JC was back in his bed, under the covers and so fucking anxious it wasn't even funny. Why did Justin have to be the boy next door?

The four of them were all seated at the long table and JC felt extremely small. Jared sat beside him munching politely on a bread stick as Lynn talked, her face bright. It seemed the woman hadn't aged. Justin sat across from him and JC had to try his best to avoid that face.

As did Justin. He had to try and not focus on JC, the JC he had left those years ago that was at his dinner table now with his boyfriend. He tried to let that not bother him.

So he was jealous JC had a boyfriend. Ok, what else was new?

"So, then this girl comes up to us-"

"In the 7/11 right?" Jared asked as he spooned his spaghetti.

Lynn nodded. "Yeah, and she goes up to Justin and says ‘Oh Justin! I love you! I am carrying your child. Our Child. Come with me to the land of the free' and kept on her rambling and Justin looked so scared it was hilarious." the woman laughed and Justin rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, it was just great." Justin muttered and JC hid his smile.

"Well. Are you done sweetie?" Lynn asked JC who nodded politely looking at his empty plate and stood to gather his dish but Lynn and Jared stood at the same time reaching for all of their plates. "You two scatter, Jared and I will clean up." she said beaming at Justin and JC and Justin narrowed his eyes at his mother. He knew what she was doing.

But they both got up and JC followed Justin out onto the patio. The night was airy and fresh and cool. A breeze swept through the trees and Justin smiled into the sky.

"Is that your boyfriend or what?" Justin asked suddenly and JC who had been looking out at Justin's backyard looked at the blonde sharply.

He was debating what exactly they were but then he shrugged his shoulders and silently told himself to fuck it. "Well.. Yeah. Kinda. We just... ya know." JC left it at that before turning back to the trees. That's all Justin needed to know.

Justin laughed beside him and leaned on the wooden railing. "Yeah, that clears it up. Its just that you. You act... you act like his older brother. Not like his boyfriend." he commented and JC shrugged thoughtfully.

"Well its.. Its weird. I kinda have to, ya know, act all adult like ‘cause he's crazy and irresponsible-"

"Yeah those teens, I tell ya."

JC looked back quickly with a ghost of a smile and shook his head.

"He's about to be 20, ya know."

"But that makes him 19 right now. That is... lets see 8 years younger than you are, man. That's like almost a decade."

JC rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

The two stood comfortably, the initial shock of seeing each other seemed to settle and they were actually grasping the fact that they were living next to each other.

"So." Justin prompted and crossed his arms, looking at JC. "Why are you with him anyway?" His voice was light.

The brunette raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms also. "Why do you want to know?"

Justin shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch his friend. "I don't know, I am just catching up. Now answer."

JC bit his lip and sighed. They were just good friends. "Ever heard the saying that friends make the best lovers?" He asked and then wanted to hit himself because he wasn't talking about Jared when he said it. "He's good company, is what I mean, I guess." he covered and was satisfied when Justin shrugged again.

"I am good company. Whats the difference."

JC narrowed his eyes at the forest in front of him and cleared his throat. "I think I love him in some kinda way, but I think its more friendly than anything else. He is just... just a friend with... yeah." He tried to defend but then frowned and shut his mouth, shaking his head. Nothing that had come out of his mouth had been slightly intelligent and now he was paying for it.

Justin smiled and moved to stand beside JC, their shoulders touching slightly.

"He needs drugs to settle his ass down." Justin chuckled and JC looked at him with a smile.

"That's funny cause I was just about to say he reminded me of... of you." the brunette laughed and then blushed looking towards the trees again.

Justin grinned and looked down at the wood beneath his hands. "God JC." he murmured and JC looked towards him. "Its been years." he said and JC's face hardened immediately. Whoops, wrong subject?

"Whose fault is that?" he asked and then moved away, looking into the pool. Justin bit his lip and then turned back towards the house. "How you like my house?" he asked and JC nodded.

"Its pretty nice. It has a beautiful view." he commented and Justin nodded.

"Yeah... whats yours look like?" he asked softly and JC turned towards him again. Was that supposed to be a subtle self invite?

"Why don't you come and see it!"

That wasn't JC and the brunette cursed his over jubilant friend. Jared just grinned.

Justin smiled at Jared and then to JC. "That sounds like a great idea, if ya ask me."

"I want to see your room."

JC didn't look back this time and just turned on the kitchen lights. "And this is the kitchen. Out there, straight through there is the dining room but no one ever eats in there. We usually just go into the rec. room or something."

Justin came up behind JC, spooking the man a little. "Its nice. Now why don't you show me upstairs." he hinted and JC rolled his eyes.

"No. You're not going upstairs."

Justin pouted and JC felt himself weaken. Damn pout.

"Oh come on Jayce, I wanna see your room. I showed you mine!" The whine made JC roll his eyes again and he turned, pinning Justin with his eyes.

"That's ‘cause your mom forced you to. Now I didn't personally care that you did and now you wont see mine." he smiled sweetly before coming to the front door again. He wanted this night to be over quickly. Too much Justin in one day was overwhelming sometimes. "Well, I guess this is goodn- Hey! Justin!" he screamed as the younger man bolted for the stairs with JC not far behind, hopping the steps 2 at a time.

Justin ran through the hallways with a smile as he peeked into each room briefly. Finally he came upon the large, and very light colored room that almost seemed to glow to him. He stepped in and looked around. He would have never guess this as JC's room but he had a feeling.

Then he was looking at the carpet as someone pounced on him from the back and he landed with an "oomph".

"I would like it..." JC said as he wrenched Justin's arm higher into the awkward position. Justin grunted as he smiled. This was so like old times it wasn't even funny. He wondered if JC noticed. "If you didn't run through my house like a fucking maniac next time. And I would like it if you didn't go through my shit, too." he said and Justin rolled his eyes as he tried to get free.

"I was looking into your rooms-"

"Which are in my house which is my shit. Ok?" the brunette questioned and Justin wiggled to get free.

"Oh come on, baby. We're here now. Just let me look around." the blonde protested but then stopped and JC quirked an eyebrow. Justin gave a slow and sexy half smile. "Actually, I think I like you on top-"

JC scrambled up quickly and cleared his throat. Justin waited for him to hold out his hand but it didn't seem like the older man would do it any time soon and he got up himself brushing off his clothes.

"Ohh. You're closet is huge." Justin mumbled as he walked over to it, strolling in it JC tight on his heels.

"You touch anything, and it'll be your ass."

Justin turned around with an offended look. "You think I am some kind of klepto?"

JC rolled his eyes and brushed past the blonde, making sure to stuff certain things in drawers before Justin could see.

"Ooh, what is this?" Justin chimed and JC was scared to turn around. "Baby, I didn't think you were kinky like this- Oh my god! You are kidding me, right?" JC turned and looked at the younger man with flushed cheeks. Justin stood, going through his drawers, his "private" drawer that had well, private stuff in it.

He grabbed the handcuffs and the cock ring, stuffing them into the drawer, quickly shoving Justin out of the closet.

"Those are Jared's. Now you saw my room, go-" Justin's lips settled on JC's softly as not to scare the man, but JC had already tensed and was now looking at Justin with wide eyes, his lips still pressed to the blonde's.

Justin pulled back and frowned. "You're supposed to kiss back, when someone kisses you, ya kn-"

"Where the hell do you get off, Justin! Really!"

Justin took a step back and raised his hands. "Whoa, settle down baby-"

JC gritted his teeth. "And stop with the fucking ‘baby's."

Justin sat down on the bed, unaffected. "Come here."

"You don't fucking boss me arou-"

"Please, just... come here."

JC put his hands on his hips. "No. Where the fuck do you get off? Coming here unexpectedly, disrespecting my house AND my wishes and then you kiss me like that? Yeah, that's not cool."

Justin crossed his arms and stayed silent.

JC's chest heaved and his arms dangled at his side. "God."

Justin smiled. "You called?"

"That's so old... god, Justin! Where did you come from?"

Justin smiled and laid back on the large bed. "Well, my parents, they decided one night that they were in the mood an-"

"Shut up Justin."

"Hey you asked!" Justin's head tilted up and he saw JC still across the room. "Look, are you that freaked out by a kiss?"

JC threw his arms out towards Justin, frustrated. "You're not gay though!"

Justin sat up, looking almost offended. "Excuse me? Who says?"

JC's back hit the wall and he looked upwards. "Please, someone help him. Please?"

Justin laughed. "No, but really dude. Who says I'm straight?"

"You did, you bloke."

Justin's eyebrow rose. "When did I say ‘I, Justin Randall Timberlake, am as straight as an arrow' ?"

JC opened his mouth, ready to say something snappy to embarrass Justin but his mouth stayed open while no sounds appeared. And it hit him, like a mound of cement blocks.

Justin was gay.

Justin. Was. Gay.

His Justin, the one he lusted after for how many years now, was gay...

"Close your mouth, baby." Justin said as he got up and stretched. He stopped in front of JC's brooding form and smiled. "JC?"

JC took a move to step back and was suddenly aware that he was against a wall. "What?" He was glad he sounded mad. He was mad.

Justin looked at him thoughtfully. His hand came up and rested on his cheek. JC didn't flinch away. "I am sorry, ok? For..." he stopped and looked down quickly. "For a lot of things."

And before JC knew it, Justin was out of his room and out of his house. He exhaled a long breath he hadn't known he was holding.

"God dammit." he cursed and rubbed a finger over his bottom lip.

Justin had kissed him.

He frowned. "Dammit, fuck."

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