Part 2
“PYT! Pretty young thang! You need some lovin’! TLC! Tender lovin’ care!”
JC couldn’t help it, his body moving. Rio sure liked Michael Jackson, old school Michael at that.
His phone was ringing but he ignored it, stripping out of his shirt, then realizing it could be Britney picked it up, muting the radio.
“Hello?”
“JC? What have you been doing for the past 5 minutes! I’ve been calling the fuck outta this phone.”
JC rolled his eyes and yawned, skin already damp form his dancing. “Michael Jackson, Brit. Now what?”
“So rude,” the young lady scoffed. “So have you seen him yet? Trace said he was in the hotel, I just talked to him. You still have the pictures, ri–
“
”I know who he is. And may I ask just how friendly you and this Trace guy are?”
Britney sighed and JC grinned. He loved drama... Well when it wasn’t happening to him. “We... we met through Justin, obviously, and... look, it’s nothing scandalous. Just a friend’s love for another.” Heh, another name for an affair. He scoffed.
“You’re too much, you know that right?”
Britney snorted. “And you’re so much better, right? And I love how you avoided my question. If I catch you slacking–“
”Through who? Your boyfriend?”
“Fuck you, Josh. Have you seen Justin or not?”
JC licked his lips. “No.” He had no idea why he was lying, defending himself but for some reason, it felt needed.
“Well... ok, just keep an eye out. I’ll call Trace. Maybe yall can meet up. I have to go.”
JC hung up the phone and sighed, looking outside, the beach so tempting and such a luxury. Who knew coming in the off season would be so nice. He expected it to be dreary and rainy and everything tourists hated. But here it was, about 80 degrees outside, the rolling waves crystal blue and... yes, he was going for a swim. Let Trace catch him slacking off.
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“PYT, pretty young thing,” JC hummed and his flip flops clapped along as he walked through the doors of the hotel, towel in hand. His trunks swished and he grinned into the sunlight, slipping on his sunglasses.
“Ah, going Mr...” There was a pause where the driver looked down at the board in his car. “Chavez?”
JC just grinned and nodded, watching as the man sped to the door of the car, opening it for yet another person.
Once his towel was laid out, he decided to tan for a little while, God knows he was as pale as a ghost, so a little color wouldn’t hurt anyone.
As he adjusted his glasses, he whipped out a file from underneath his towel, opening it, scanning Justin’s picture for a few long minutes, licking his lips as the waves collapsed upon the shore. Finally he tore his eyes away and read the little notes on Justin, what he liked, what he disliked... But seriously, why the hell would he have to know that Justin liked Macaroni and Cheese?
“Yeah ‘cause ya know, I’m gonna seduce him with my mean Mac’n Cheese. That woman is crazy.”
“What woman?”
JC jumped and twisted around, his heart speeding his eyes wide as he tried to close the file and stuffed the papers underneath him.
“Jesus, scare the fuck outta me,” he complained as he turned back around, Justin walking around to stand in front of him.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked sweetly and JC furrowed his brow.
Was he following him? “Being nosey is what you’re doing.”
Justin grinned and started to sit down. JC cursed himself again. “Ouch, but how can I resist. You’re the only one out here for miles. And on top of that the only one who’s from the states.”
“How do you know that?” JC asked defensively. “I could be from anywhere.”
Justin’s smile slipped a little as he studied JC. “Just an assumption, I guess... Look, if I’m really–“
”Nah, forget it... I just got scared for a sec. Sorry,” JC apologized and looked back at his lap, trying not to look at Justin. He was shirtless this time.
“So, you trying to get a tan?” he asked, making conversation and JC smirked.
“You still tryna figure out who I am?”
Justin laughed loudly and his eyes squinted when he nodded. “I swear, it’s like... deja vú or something. Are you sure you’ve never seen me? Maybe we hooked up at a party or something.”
Bingo, JC smiled and licked his lips.
“Sorry, I don’t get drunk and leave with strangers so I strongly doubt that.”
Justin smiled. “Who said you had to be drunk?”
Shit, Timberlake. Here, let me grab a shovel and help you dig your grave.
“Well on top of that I don’t have casual sex, so there, beat that pretty boy.” JC raised an eyebrow at Justin silence and the other ran a hand over his short curls, looking at JC with narrowed eyes.
“Picture. I’ve seen your picture.”
JC’s eyes widened and he looked back to the ocean. “How would you have see–“
”My... A friend of mine has a lot of pictures around her house. I’m sure she had one of yours.” He stopped and looked at JC. “You know Britney... Britney Spears?”
JC squinted and checked his watch, about two and he shook his head, swallowing a lump.
“Nope, sorry,” he answered quickly and he watched Justin shrug out of the corner of his eye.
“Oh... maybe it was a look alike.”
“Yeah.”
Silence.
Justin touched JC’s knee and the brunette looked over to it immediately before his gaze slipped up to Justin’s face, cobalt blue shining in the sun light. His body was on fire. From one touch. Lord.
“I know I know you,” he smiled, blinding teeth and all and JC rolled his eyes, the sun scalding his already heated body, a drop of sweat sliding down his temple. Justin’s hand was still on his bare leg.
“I have a feeling you followed me and now you’re hitting on me. Am I correct?”
Justin laughed and his hand eased from JC’s knee, the young man towering over him. “I think maybe that’s what you want to believe.”
JC raised an eyebrow. “But is it true, is what I’m asking.”
Justin started walking back, throwing JC a goodbye over his shoulder. And JC knew that if he couldn’t deny this man or if the fellow didn’t leave him the hell alone, it’d be his ass.
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The minute he had stepped into his hotel room, JC had dialed up Britney to tell her of what he found out. But halfway there, a ping of guilt shot through him and he hung up. He was totally invading this man’s privacy... and this was their business, why was he getting into it anyway? It definitely wasn’t his place...
But then 50 thousand dollars flashed at him and he picked up his phone again, feeling like a gossip queen.
“Yeah, he asked me if... if we had hooked up one night, if that’s how he had remembered me. I don’t know how solid that is but–“
”JC, do you know what this means?”
JC picked at his nails and shook his head. “Not quite... wanna educate me?”
“He digs guys... My husband... is into guys. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god!” JC held the phone away and the guilt suddenly came back full force and he swore, sighing.
By the time Britney came down from her infuriation she was panting and even JC was a little frightened from the steel in her voice.
“But, Brit, he might have just been kidding. I mean, I’m said to give off gay vibes or some shit.” And yes, he was talking out of his ass now.
“Wait, you’re not gay, are you?”
JC frowned. “No,” he lied and Britney sighed loudly.
“Alright, I was about to say... I mean, I can’t have everyone suddenly turn homosexual.”
“What would be so bad about that?” Wait, why was he talking to her anyway? “Sorry Brit, I gotta go. Bye.” He ended the call quickly and scowled at the cell, at Britney before raising a single middle finger at the phone.
But then, the idea of Justin actually digging guys, actually digging him brought a smile to his face, JC allowing himself to feel a little better.