Part 5
Holy. Shit.
Justin licked his lips and watched him leave, JC taking a quick glance and was greeted with shadowed blue eyes, pinning him and he could feel his lungs tightening.
He took a breath and turned back around, patting himself on the back, because really, who else could have walked away form that? From him?
There was a tingle in his groin and he cursed to himself, slowing down his heartbeat, ignoring that he, for the life of him, wanted to run back there and touch Justin like mad.
But he couldn’t. This was business. That, right there was pleasure. And though it was a promising situation, he never mixed business with pleasure.
He stepped onto the elevator, pressing the number 5, leaning back against the gold tinted mirrors. He closed his eyes, the dings fading as he thought of Justin’s mouth on his, Justin’s body on his... Shit, who was he kidding again?
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There was a shrill ringing that Josh couldn’t get away from, no matter how much he buried his face into the pillow. He even brought the soft down comforter over his head but it was still there, shrieking and he finally stomped out of bed, eyes only open half mast and he rifled through his pants before bringing the phone to his ear, not even checking the caller ID.
“What?” he grumbled, so tired his eyes shut the moment he climbed back into the warm bed, sighing as he snuggled deep.
“What? Aren’t you just the charmer. So, what, were you just not gonna call me for a good few days?” JC’s brow furrowed before he groaned into the mattress. Yeah, he really didn’t want to deal with Britney about this right now... hell, ever!
“I got sick,” he lied easily and Britney snorted.
“That’s not what I’ve heard. I heard you were at numerous clubs, spying on a young man.”
JC snarled. “And I also saw your boy toy leaving with some bimbo. What do you have to say now?”
“Fuck you, JC. Don’t try to hurt me like that, I don’t fucking care what’s crawled up your ass but you don’t have to be rude.”
“Are you saying you don’t believe me–“
”I believe you, I just think you’re being an asshole about it.” And shit, why did Britney really sound hurt?
“Look,” he sighed, immediately feeling bad, cursing his good side, “I didn’t mean to rub it in. I’m tired.”
There was a pause on her side before she sighed loudly. “I’ve got to get going, just keep your eyes open, hear?”
JC nodded and hung up, then realizing she couldn’t see him but as the phone stayed silent he pushed it under a pillow, murmuring into his pillow before going back to sleep, reminding himself absently to find what that was all about.
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Later in the afternoon, JC was enjoying a coffee at the hotel, smiling at the waitress as she picked up his 90 cents.
Right as he was about to pack up did he see Justin, coming in from the glass double doors of the lobby, Trace nowhere to be found but a lanky black guy next to him, and a girl who was pretty remarkable. JC raised an eyebrow at the new crowd and narrowed his eyes as Justin slung an arm around the girls neck, pulling her close.
He was only getting upset for Britney’s sake, of course.
He shrank down in his seat, which was futile seeing the table came up to belly button and now he just looked like a fool, slipping further down. Never mind the only thing separating them was a sheet of glass. Lord, if Justin saw him–
“J!”
JC closed his eyes and willed himself invisible and back in his bed. But when he opened his eyes, Justin was standing in front of him, the girl by his side but at least they weren’t touching and the guy hanging off to the side. He was just horrible at being unnoticed.
“Hi,” he returned lamely, rolling his eyes.
“This is Mia and that’s James. What’s up?” he asked taking a seat, the lady standing. JC being nothing but a gentlemen stood up, motioned for his seat, since it was just a small table.
“Thank you,” she half whispered half mouthed and JC licked his lips, interested in the sudden soft voice.
Justin, on the other hand, yawned. Loudly.
“Anyways, what are you doing later today? I wanted to go shopping, and I wanted you to come with me.”
JC tried to hide his surprise but what? Justin wanted him to go shopping with him?
JC gave the girl a smile before turning to Justin. “Justin, you don’t know me. We aren’t friends, I...” he ended shaking his head, giving up with a shrug.
The blonde folded his arms and didn’t look very fazed. “So, wait, wanting to get to know you is suddenly bad?”
The brunette groaned and let his head fall back, this all so hard to explain. “Why would you wanna get to know me? Unless it’s just about sex, which I doubt because I’m sure you would have given up much earlier, so what is this? Why are you interested?”
Justin laughed, the sound rich and JC looked to Mia who was snickering too. He wanted to tell her to shut up, that she didn’t know what they were talking about, stupid hag.
“Shit, JC, you’d think you’re head was made of concrete. Look, just come shopping with me, I’ll explain stuff. And plus, you’re getting free shit. Who doesn’t like free shit?” he asked standing up, spreading his arms and stretching, a small smile on his lips. JC didn’t take notice to how low slung his pants were. No, he was too busy drooling over the exposed hip bone, all creamy and soft. Hmm...
Justin touched his arm as he left, leaving the brunette with a promising glance. He hadn’t even had time to decline.
But who was he to turn down Justin Timberlake? And hey... he did like free stuff.
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“Here, come with me to try these on...”
JC groaned, loud enough for Justin to take notice but the blonde was too giddy, taking the pair of shorts with him. JC trudged on, his legs heavy from standing for about an hour too long.
They had gotten to the mall and Justin had visited almost every store, buying at least something from each. He wanted to find out how this guy was so rich. He knew Britney was loaded, but that was because a rich ass aunt had left hear half of her earnings. But Justin?
Well they were married, he thought, his eyes focusing on the band on Justin’s ring finger, never noticing it before.
“Were you wearing that yesterday?” he asked as Justin grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a stall. He swallowed, mouth open, poised to reject the
idea of being in there. This was new.
“I should–“
”No, I want you to see them. If I go out there, everyones gonna see and laugh at me.” JC’s mouth shut quickly and Justin wasn’t looking at him, looking almost modest. Was he serious? When did he care what people thought of him?
The brunette leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, letting himself smile. It was nice, knowing Justin had some insecurities. Dare he say cute?
“And,” Justin said, unzipping his pants, pulling them down slowly, grinning when he noticed JC watching, “I always wear it. I’m not a liar, and if you’ve been told so then you got played.” And wow, JC swallowed, loving how Justin said played, his tone rough.
A thrill ran through the brunette and he looked away to hide it.
But when he turned back, Justin was just wearing some boxer-briefs and a tight Polo shirt. When did that happen? He tried not to stare, his breath hitching as he traveled up the slender legs to rest on the other’s crotch, the outline of his cock taunting.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his racing heart. He needed to get it together. This was no different than being in the gym locker room, now was it?
JC took a peek, Justin crouching slightly to slip on the shorts. The older man put a hand to his mouth to make sure he wasn’t drooling.
Justin turned around and faced him, the shorts on and he looked in the mirror over his shoulder.
“Do these shorts make my butt look big?” He flashed JC a smile and the brunette rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
“No ‘cause you don’t have an ass in the first place.”
“Hey!” Justin pouted and grabbed his butt, looking in the mirror again. “Speak for yourself, jerk,” he laughed and then turned and looked in from the front. “So do you like them? I like them.”
JC blinked, trying not to stare at Justin’s rear because ok, maybe he had a bit of an ass... especially in those jeans...
“‘Ello?” Justin was snapping in front of JC’s face, smiling wide when the other came too. “You were gone for a second,” he mumbled and JC licked his lips, suddenly aware that Justin was close and getting closer.
“Sorry,” he whispered back, trying to push himself through the wall, knowing what Justin’s intent was.
Justin shook his head subtly, his gaze slipping down JC’s face to land on his lips and he shut his mouth, resisting the urge to wet his dry lips again. He certainly didn’t want to egg on the young man. The blonde’s eyes then returned to JC’s own pair, stepping closer, his body pressing against JC’s with a slight gasp from the older man.
“Why don’t you want me?” he asked softly, his eyelashes fluttering slowly as he licked his own lips, slow and tempting and JC took a shaky breath, hoping Justin couldn’t feel the tremble against his chest.
He was going to deny it. Who would want an arrogant Justin Timberlake? But, he knew he couldn’t pull it off. Justin was too persistent and JC loved the idea of the feel of the other man’s body too much to refuse it.
“I do,” he admitted, his voice still soft as Justin met his eyes again, a slight smile curving his lips.
“You do?” he asked with a faint chuckle and his hand came up form his side to JC’s face, his thumb skimming across his cheek. The brunette’s eyes closed as he tried not to lean into the touch. Yeah, Britney was gonna have his head if she ever found out, thats for sure.
“Yes,” he murmured and Justin’s fingers slipped over his lips, causing him to open his eyes.
“Then why are you fighting it?” It was such a simple question and JC swallowed hard, not able to meet Justin’s eyes.
The blonde’s body was hot against his and he sighed at the feeling, loving that he had given in so quickly, if this was what the other side was
like.
Justin’s tongue swiped over his lips and JC melted, immediately opening his mouth, moving his lips with the blonde’s, moaning when Justin pressed deeper. He wrapped his arms around the younger man’s shoulders, a hand fisting in Justin’s curls.
Justin’s tongue slipped into his mouth, tangling teasingly with JC’s own, the other man angling his head and opening his mouth wider.
The other hand not in Justin’s hair traveled down his neck and to his chest, where he rubbed before slipping further, sliding beneath the hem of the blonde’s t shirt. He almost groaned aloud at the feel of silky skin, soft beneath his fingertips.
They rocked against each other, Justin mimicking the slight rhythm with his tongue.
Justin had his own agenda as he brought a hand down and lifted JC’s leg around his waist, his palm skirting over the older man’s thigh, reaching around to grab his ass. JC just hummed his appreciation.
JC’s fingers traveled up, bringing the shirt with it, skirted over a nipple, JC grinning into Justin’s mouth as the other tightened his hold on him.
Justin pulled away and made JC look at him, the other’s man’s eyes just a bit glazed and he grinned a little.
“What do you want?” he breathed, pressing his thigh against JC’s groin, the brunette sucking in a breath quickly.
JC blinked lazily and reached for Justin’s hand, holding it with his and bringing it to his crotch, spreading Justin’s palm flat on his erection. He breathed a little faster and shut his eyes for a second before opening them with a smile.
“Touch me,” he countered, biting his lips as Justin agreed with a slow, sexual kiss, his fingers nimble as they undid JC’s pants. JC took his hands and put them on Justin’s shoulders, pulling away to nip at Justin’s bottom lip before kissing his jaw and continuing on over the man’s cheek, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of his ear.
He moaned loudly when Justin snuck a hand into his pants, then his boxers, cold fingers curling around to fist him and another hand clamped over his mouth, JC sending him an apologetic look.
“Sh,” he whispered before nuzzling JC’s neck, his hand starting it’s motion, JC’s hips jerking at one point.
The brunette had his eyes clamped shut a few minutes later, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, his head resting back against the wall, panting through is open mouth. Justin watched, his own body aching as his moved faster, his lips longing to touch JC, smooth across his body as he squirmed underneath him, his body reacting to Justin’s touch.
“Shit,” he groaned as he shifted against the confines of the shorts, breathing hard as the pleasure spread quickly.
“Please,” JC was mewing almost and Justin groaned. He couldn’t wait to have this man, seriously, this had to be too good.
Justin felt it almost as soon as JC did and the blonde leaned forward to catch the other’s lips in a nasty kiss, JC moaning loudly into Justin’s mouth as he came, shuddering against the blonde’s body.
Justin pulled away from JC’s mouth and let the man breathe, taking his hand out and looking around, wiping it on a pair of jeans on display.
JC took deep breaths and closed his eyes against the laziness of his body. Justin sure knew how to work him, whether it be kissing or touching or just... Goodness.
JC opened his eyes and was met with Justin watching him, with a look that struck JC odd. It almost looked as if he were worried. Of what?
“What?” he said, hoping he wasn’t too loud but he had just found his voice.
Justin’s lips curved gently and he shook his head. JC saw him standing away and though he didn’t know what had fueled it he willed his legs to move, slipping into Justin’s embrace, his mouth finding Justin’s easily, knowing he was just fucking himself over but not finding enough will power to care.