One Night Stand

"Lost little girl," JC hummed underneath his breath as he stretched out of his shirt, grabbing for the oil. He straightened his bow tie with one hand while the other rubbed over his chest, down to his belly button.

"There's a crowd out there. You better get something this time, last time you were empty handed. I don't want to see that again."

JC turned around, bringing his eyes up to the tall man, his eyes glowing and the brunette nodded softly.

"Good," the man grumbled, sliding a pouch into JC's pants, his fingers lazy as they flitted over JC's crotch.

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JC was out of the bathroom and on the dance floor in seconds, his eyes straying to any potentials when a hand grabbed him, his hips guided to fit between another's and when he finally raised his lashes, there staring back was none other than Justin Timberlake. The notoriously famous ex boyfriend of Britney dadadada, whatever. All JC knew was that he was dancing with a very rich potential.

"You need something?" he asked softly, leaning up to murmur into the blonde's ear, his lips barely grazing the sensitive skin. "Anything I can give you?" he whispered and an arm wrapped around his waist. He grinned against soft skin, tiny hair tickling his nose.

"You wanna go somewhere?"

JC pulled back, his body stilling and his brow furrowed. He was a dealer, not a whore.

"Sorry sweetie, I don't deal myself--"

A hand brought him closer and there was heat beneath those Enyce jeans, heat rubbing against JC's thigh, that same heat licking up his spine.

"Just come with me," Justin mumbled as he leaned in for JC's lips but the brunette pulled back, a soild hand on his chest to stop him.

"I told you," he spoke quietly, his fingers nimble and inconspicuous as he took a small stash out, pressing it against Justin's chest. "It's this, or it's nothing."

Justin looked at his chest, then languorously back to JC, his eyes burning as he nodded towards the exit. JC pursed his lips, liking the publicity of the club but then again, Justin was a hot shot and it was more likely to be seen here.

Justin took his hand and JC tried to pretend that it was just a regular old job, not that his own fingers were traitors and gripping the man's hand, cold but soft.

He had a warm heart.

The blonde checked the parking lot behind the club and then pulled JC out, pressing against him as he backed the brunette against the wall.

His lips crushed the older man's, his tongue peeking out just a sliver, wet and silky against JC's mouth.

He pinched Justin's chest and pushed away. He licked his lips and looked down, digging into a pocket, his heart racing in his chest.

"How much?" he whispered and Justin tilted his head up, his lips captured again and this time, JC couldn't refuse the feeling nor the satin tongue wandering into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the tip as he pulled away.

A hand grabbed at the back of Justin's neck, pulling him deeper, crushing his groin against the other's hip. Justin moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the voice, his tongue locking in a battle with the blonde's.

Justin pushed harder, his hands raising JC's wrists above the other's head, his body moving, captive. It was all too erotic and JC pulled away panting, Justin's mouth nibbling on that spot behind his ear and oh good lord--

His knees buckled and he moaned loudly, his hands fisting. A G-Spot was dangerous, especially when he wasn't supposed to be doing this, or him.

"Stop," he whimpered and Justin pulled away with one last lewd swipe at JC's neck, his tongue licking over his lips, his eyes hooded but questioning. "How much--"

Justin laughed and lowered JC's hands, stepping back as he adjusted himself in his jeans. JC swallowed a lump as he strained against his own pants.

"You one stubborn dude," he smiled and JC bowed his head. "I want you to come home with me. Fuck your shit, fuck your title. This ain't about what you are and what you need to be. This is about me and you going back to my hotel and fucking like there ain't no tomorrow." He ended with a brilliant grin and JC knew he had lost, his hands tucking the packet back into his pockets, obeying when Justin reached for him.

They walked hand in hand, quite freely, to Justin's limo and JC tried to calm the sudden onset of nerves as he slid against the leather.

Justin nodded to his driver and the door closed and quickly the car started. Just as quick was Justin's hand on JC's thigh, his palm scalding through the mere denim. JC licked his lip and tried to even out his breathing.

"Calm down," Justin said with a slight kiss, just a swipe of his tongue that left JC yearning, his body ready.

When they made it to the hotel it was silent, no screaming girls, no screaming women even and they went around the back, skipping up stairs but JC didn't mind, his hand wrapped in Justin's large one again.

His door opened with just a flip of his wrist and once inside, it was down to business, Justin's tongue lapping at JC's nipples even before the door had closed. JC reached behind him and locked it as an afterthought, his hands then flying to Justin's head of cropped curls, undulating against the wood door as Justin sank to his knees.

He almost cried out as the button of his pants popped open, the zipper loud along with his breathless pants and urges of more.

When Justin had a tongue in his navel, JC stopped him, reaching down before his pants fell to his ankles. Johnny would be mad but... whatever.

He grabbed the small pouch from his pocket and brought it up, Justin's gorgeous eyes following his every move, his lips still pressed to JC's belly.

JC licked his dry lips. "It takes fucking to a whole ‘nother level," he breathed and took a sheet, putting one on his tongue and then Justin's mouth was open and he slid one in, small lips forming around his finger, JC's body trembling.

Justin returned to the task at hand and slid JC's pants down, his open mouth traveling over the kinky hairs on the brunette's lower abdomen. JC's fingers tightened in his curls when his tongue licked over a sensitive head, the tip teasing the slit.

"Oh... Shit," he murmured as he clamped his eyes shut, his chest heaving violently, Justin's mouth magical as it traveled underneath.

Soon, as Justin swallowed against him as best he could, JC's shoulders were shaking, a sheen of sweat making his body glisten, the drops of perspiration mixed with the oil.

"Don't," he breathed as he gripped Justin's shoulder hard. "Don't... Come with you," he swallowed and opened his eyes, Justins lips around his as they traveled to the floor.

JC undressed Justin, stripping him of his shirt, his fingers shaky on the other's chest, Justin's own hands sliding down his pants. JC's mouth watered as the blonde threw his boxers away and settled back on him.

Rug burn would be a bitch, but when Justin was licking his ankle as his legs were raised, JC certainly wasn't complaining.

"Damn, you're gorgeous, you know that?" Justin mumbled, his hand drifting to his own cock, giving it a few strokes before reaching for JC's mouth.

He was tight; he knew it, he hadn't had sex in a while but when Justin groaned into his shoulder, asking if he'd ever fucked before, JC realized just how long it had been.

The rhythm was steady, just a simple push pull but as the PCP started kicking in and JC's body became so raw, so sensitive to Justin's touch, he jerked and his chest heaved. He clawed at Justin's back, his legs tightening around Justin's waist so he could have more, so Justin could give him more. He needed this, his body covered in sweat as Justin pumped in and out quickly, his animalistic groans loud in his ear. He needed this, too.

"More," he hummed, his hands trembling as Justin's fingertips danced over his skin. His nerves, sore and alert jumped at every touch, his body quivering with pleasure as Justin's tongue smoothed over his chin, his thighs hot against JC's ass. Justin gave him more.

The young man's eyes were glazed and glassy, wide open as they fucked and JC trailed a shaky hand over his face, into his mouth where Justin sucked on his fingers to their beat.

JC's back burned and his vision blurred, his body responding quickly. He could feel it rising, could almost feel it coursing through his veins. He tried to hold back and Justin groaned before taking his mouth in a nasty kiss, his tongue careless as it roamed. Anything to get his mind off JC tightening around him.

"Shit, bab--..." Justin clenched and JC's heart sped faster, his back arching as it came, as he came. He tensed, Justin pushing harder, his face buried into JC's sweaty neck.

Nails bit into JC's hip as Justin fucked, clamping his eyes closed as he groaned deep in his throat, his body tight and every cell seizing.

He milked it a bit before falling on JC, his body limp and his brain too frazzled to do anything but stay lax.

JC mustered up just enough energy to push away so he could breathe and both men laid there, naked and panting, JC closing his eyes as they seized behind his eyelids.

"Damn," Justin breathed, an appreciative hand running over JC's damp skin. The air was cooling their sweat and suddenly JC had goose bumps on his thighs and arms, his nipples hardening and Justin rolled towards him, in an attempt to warm up.

"You owe me for the acid," JC said loudly when he finally found his voice and Justin cut his eyes towards him, blinking a few times.

He swallowed before asking, "I thought you were just being generous. You're charging me?"

"Hey, unless you wanna be the one to tell my boss you insisted I come over here--"

"Whatever," Justin dismissed it before rolling on his back, naked and sprawled. JC tried not to notice he saw something more than just a nude body. Justin turned and caught his stare.

The brunette started getting up, picking up his pants, slipping into them with a grimace. Not only was his body ready for sleep, but it was overused and still so exhausted.

"You're staying here tonight, don't worry about your clothes."

JC turned and smirked but was silently glad. He had hoped the young man would ask.

"Really?"

Justin grinned and sat up slowly, his body on display. JC licked his lips, his mouth dry.

"Really," Justin breathed and stood up on shaky legs, his chest still heaving. His arms wrapped around JC's waist and guided him to the made bed, where the brunette was sure many others had been lead to. He wasn't going to get hyped. He wasn't that stupid. Nor naive.

JC let Justin undress him again and when he fell to the bed, he let the warm arms wrap around him, his body still so aware.

When there were chapped lips behind his ear JC gasped and closed his eyes. "You shouldn't do that, if you don't want to kill me with another orgasm."

Justin chuckled and held him closer. JC didn't let it go to his head.

"Go to sleep," the blonde instructed, as he had done all night, and JC obliged. His eyelids fluttered close and Justin did the same, his nose sweeping over the nape of JC's neck before he drifted off, reminding himself not to be surprised in the morning when this man would be gone and he would have to move on to another city.