Part 3
After a long restless night, JC decided that today would be the day he’d shadow Justin, be inconspicuous. Also, today was the day he’d meet the imfamous Trace.
Now, dressing, there was a knock at his door. He finished slipping into his shirt, not bothering to button his pants. Whoever it was, it surely wasn’t someone he wanted to impress any.
But with Trace standing on the opposite, Justin standing against the other wall, JC hurriedly zipped up his fly, cursing everything.
He opened it just a crack and Trace furrowed his brow.
“Um... Is JC there?”
JC got an idea and smiled. “Uh, no, come back in a few days,” he said quickly but Trace smiled and looked back at Justin, nodding towards the end of the hall. Justin shrugged and started walking, but only with a glance back. Trace turned back and pushed the door, the wood colliding with JC’s forehead.
“Holy shit,” he groaned and Trace cursed.
“Damn, I’m sorry–“
”What are you doing here? And with him? I’m supposed to be invisible, remember? Or did your girlfriend not fill you in on that?” he asked, his voice husky with pain, squinted eyes turned towards the mirror. Nothing too bad but his forehead felt huge.
“Look, I’m sorry– Wait, did you say gilfriend?” the other burnette asked, pulling down his hat. “About that,” he said upon seeing JC’s look, “We just enjoy each other’s company. I think it’d be a little farfetched to call it a romance–“
”Especially ‘cause she has a husband, who is your best friend, none the less.”
“We’re just friends,” Trace argued tenaciously and JC looked him in the eye, sighing.
“What a way to get acquainted. As you know, I’m JC. The person stalking your friend,” JC said and started to slip into his sneakers. “By the way, are y’all going out today?”
Trace nodded and leaned against a dresser. “Yeah, that’s why I wanted to come talk to you. I was thinking if we worked in... ya know, a partnership–“
”Sorry buddy, I work best alone. And speaking of that, why doesn’t the Mrs. just have you follow around Justin? I mean it’d be a lot cheaper and a hell of a lot less sketchier.”
Trace shrugged awkwardly. “I don’t like what she’s doing. I think... I don’t see why she wonders? I mean, seriously, she doesn’t love him. She cares for him, they were perty good friends. But I mean, why is she gonna go out of her way to see if he’s sleeping around?”
“My question exactly,” JC said and laid back on his elbows.
“I don’t know. But whatever she wants is whatever she wants. I’m not gonna say anything.” He stood up straight and gave a sigh, nodding absently. “Well, ok, scratch the partner thing. Just wanted to let you know that we’re going to that mall, what is it called... Oh! Bourrica, over on Guerra street... You know where that is?”
JC stored that away and nodded, though he didn’t. He’d find out, no sweat.
“Then, after we’re gonna go to lunch at McDonalds,” he grinned and JC rolled his eyes.
“Yea, y’all are vacationing in Brazil and you’re going to Mickey D’s, just great,” he returned the smile.
“After that, I don’t know what the hell we’ll do but I’ll call you when I find out. The sooner you get your job done, the quicker you can leave, right?” JC shrugged.
“I am in Brazil, though.”
Trace chuckled and reached a hand out. “Brit’s not really that bad. Sometimes, her insecurities get the best of her.”
JC shook the proffered hand tightly, just giving a smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Trace was out and JC watched from his window as the two plus a few more men piled into an SUV. JC tried not to watch Justin, but after a few seconds of studying a palm tree he looked back to the blonde, smile bright.
Right, if he was going to get through this, then he’d need to stop being such a pussy.
-+-
Justin looked back at the hotel and then turned to his friend, a smile gracing his lips.
“So...”
Trace laughed, hiking up his pants to fiddle with his shoelaces. “Yes, he’s with her.”
Justin nodded and looked out the window, blowing a small bubble with his bubble gum, not even trying to conceal the grin he wore.
-+-
Justin was on his third club and JC was tired.
Earlier that day, Justin had gone to at least 80 million stores and had bought more than JC even owned.
Then he and Trace had gone to some coffee shop for lunch instead of McDonalds and JC had to hide in a booth in the back, ordering 2 coffees and a danish.
Then the little punk decided that he wanted to go clubbing into the wee hours of the night, JC cursing the next person who played “Hot In Herre”.
And he hadn’t even gotten anything credible either. Except for that Justin eats a hell of a lot, which was his favorite part of the day because Justin uses his tongue when eats, and Justin’s tongue is a good thing, a very good thing. The boy also likes Neiman Marcus and Karl Kani, and lastly JC learned that he dances like he knew JC was watching, that JC was wanting, too.
He had already lost his shirt in the first club and JC had choked on the ice in his mouth.
But what good was that? To Britney it was bullshit and really, anything involving Justin and someone else doing the dirty was the only thing she cared about.
Now JC laid with his head on the booth back, deciding to leave once he opened his eyes again.
But that was all trashed once he opened his eyes at a familiar voice, Trace’s voice and he slunk back into the seat, watching from the obscurity of the corner.
Justin and Trace were leaving. With a girl. News worthy of Britney?
The girl laughed, her smile bright as she slipped her arm around Trace’s waist, his hooking around her neck and JC shrugged.
He wouldn’t relay it, seeing as it didn’t have anything to do with her man.
JC started out of the seat and stretched, so ready to just plop down on a couch and sleep. But when he blinked with a yawn, Justin’s eyes catching his, he froze and suddenly sleep was the last thing on his mind.
Especially when Justin was marching over to him, all sexy and shit.
He closed his mouth and licked his dry lips, simply waiting. He watched as Justin’s under shirt molded his waist and chest, his nipples nudging against the material just enough to make JC’s brain seize.
When the blonde stood before him with a smirk JC looked to the ground, suddenly blushing.
“Seems the tables have turned. Now you’re the one following.”
JC raised his eyes slowly. “So you admit to having followed me that day?” Ha! Beat that Timberlake.
“I never denied it. Who are you here with?” the blonde asked quickly, looking around JC and the older man shook his head, gaining Justin’s attention again.
“No one. I was following you, remember?” he smiled and Justin’s face melted into an easy grin, and God, he was too damn handsome.
“Well,” Justin turned to look over his shoulder, Trace and the mystery girl gone. “Seems my ride left, wanna help me out?” Justin’s tongue swiped over his lips slowly and JC swallowed hard. No he was not doing an LL.
“I...”
Justin moved closer and his hand grazed JC’s side. The brunette shied away and cleared his throat.
“Follow me,” he said promptly and maneuvered his way out of Justin’s path, taking a deep breath as his heart sped.
When they made it outside, JC’s driver standing against his car with a newspaper Justin cleared his throat and the man jumped to attention, scrambling to open their door.
“Brat,” JC smirked as he climbed in, Justin not far behind. He slid onto the other side of the vehicle, Justin laughing as he spread out on the seats.
“More room for me. And I’m not. You don’t even know me, what an assumption, Mr. Chasez.” And JC remotely noticed that Justin was one of the few to actually get his last name right.
He looked down to his knees, picking at the material, trying to get his mind off of Justin calling him Mr. Chasez. Not to mention the way Justin was leering. JC had to close his eyes to not hyperventilate, Justin’s stare so real as if it were a touch.
The rest of the ride was silent and JC thanked God when they arrived at the hotel, hopping out before the driver could even get out of his seat. But Justin followed and grinned as he beat JC to the door, opening the door like a real gentlemen.
JC rolled his eyes and started for the elevator, mumbling a thanks.
“Hey, before you run out on me,” Justin said, jogging to catch up to the older man. JC turned around but only after pushing the up button a few times. Being so close to Justin was messing with him, his body already hyperaware of Justin and his intentions. He dare not say anticipated.
“What?” he asked, hoping to sound annoyed and not a bit breathy, his lungs deflating when Justin walked in the elevator after JC, his chest warm against the brunette’s back.
“I was just wondering,” Justin whispered, hot breath ghosting over JC’s ear, his finger pushing a button, the door closing before the family of ten could board. “Wanna see my room?” The words were mouthed against JC’s neck and the older man had to pat himself on the back for not leaning into the touch, though his chest was aching from not breathing and his eyes were clamped tight. Self control was hard to maintain.
“I’m tired,” he managed to whisper, shutting his mouth as Justin hummed softly into his ear, moist lips molding around his ear. Shit.
JC took a deep breath and released it loudly, Justin’s tongue shooting slices of pleasure straight to his groin, his body suddenly hot.
Damn, Justin was talented.
The lift suddenly dinged and the doors opened in silence. Justin stepped away with a sigh and JC was so relieved he smiled, giving Justin a look when he got off the box, fully aware that this wasn’t his floor, just needing to get away from Justin and his tempting ways.