Alla
Copyright August 7, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 98 Degrees, the Backstreet Boys, and *NSYNC are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashwriters.
Wherein people sing, dance, and make love. Sounds good to me.
Someone tapped his shoulder. He turned and looked up. "Hey."
"You seen that short baritone guy anywhere?"
"Drew? He was with Nick a minute ago. The other Nick. His brother."
Nick scanned the room. "Nope. Your boyfriend - - boyfriend? Lover? Significant other?"
"Nick."
"Yeah, him. He's getting in trouble." Nick pointed.
Jeff turned. Nick Lachey, with a nervous smile and red ears, was trying to be polite about evading a clutch of pretty young things. Jeff laughed. "Poor guy."
"You could go rescue him," Nick suggested.
"Nah. Eventually he'll start feeling guilty, and then he'll have to be extra nice to me."
"You're a bad man," Nick said. "Now where did that little Drewlet go?"
"Little Drewlet?"
"I like to call him names. He always gets mad. He's cute when he's mad."
Jeff, who had to agree with that assessment, looked around the room. Drew must be somewhere. Oh. Jeff hesitated. "Uh..."
"What?" Nick followed his line of sight and went still.
Brian laughed. Drew said something else, offering a two-second dance step, and Brian recognized it as a Backstreet Boys routine, cracking up. Drew continued with the story, and Brian was loving it, and Nick looked ill.
Nick sucked in his breath and walked over there. Jeff watched.
A yard or two away, Nick caught Brian's eyes. Put his finger to his lips. Brian's attention stayed on Drew, not betraying Nick. Nick crept up. Stalking the wild Drew. He snuck closer. Closer, closer, closer. Crouching, fingers hooked into claws.
Nick pounced and grabbed.
Drew's shout turned heads.
"Nick! Nick Carter, you-!" Drew whapped Nick around the shoulders, smacked his chest. "Give me a heart attack!"
"Did I scare you?" Nick asked, smiling.
Drew grabbed Nick and roared at him. Nick almost fell on his ass. Satisfied, Drew turned back to Brian and finished the story.
Joey watched AJ and Howie dance. He didn't want to be impressed. He didn't want to envy them, either. Damn. They had flavor. They were...sexy. They were sexy? They were sexy! Oh, gross. He pulled Lance's elbow. "Look at that."
"What?" Lance looked.
"Why don't we dance like that?" Joey asked. Silence. He poked Lance.
Silence. "What?" Lance asked, sounding like someone coming out of a fog.
"Why don't we dance like that?" Lance didn't say anything. "Justin and JC are better," Joey said.
"Yeah," Lance said, distracted.
Chris seized Justin Timberlake. "Come along, my bonny lass."
"Hey, Chris. Where are we going?" Justin asked.
"To bed."
"Whoa. You're not JC."
"Yeah, no kidding. Come on."
"Uh, Chris, I'm flattered and everything, but I don't think-"
"Relax. I'm in charge of assisting the bride to her honeymoon suite."
"Why?"
"So I can get you all prepared."
"Whoa. What?"
"Would you relax? Come on."
"JC, JC, help," Justin said, trying to reach for JC as Chris pulled him towards the door.
"Don't worry," Nick Carter said. "We'll take good care of him for you, Justy."
"What did he just call me?" Justin demanded as Chris dragged him from the room.
Twenty minutes later, Chris came back down and gave Joey the signal. Joey told JC to get lost. JC hugged his friends quickly and ran for the stairs.
Chris shook his head. "Poor Justin."
"Poor Justin?" Joey asked, puzzled.
"Do you know what JC's going to put him through tonight? He'll be bed-ridden for a week."
"JC's not..." Joey considered. Chris might have had a point.
In the honeymoon suite, Justin was sitting up in bed, knees bent, picking at the blanket. He looked naked, but the sheets were up to his waist. The room was dark except for the bedside lamp.
JC walked to the bed. "Hey, baby."
Justin turned red and squirmed.
"You nervous?"
"No." Justin scowled. "It's no big deal. We've had sex before."
"We've never been married before."
"It's still us, the same people with the same body parts."
"What's wrong, baby?" JC asked, sitting by his feet. "You hard?"
Justin avoided JC's eyes. "A little."
JC smiled. "Let me help you."
Justin was turning redder. He tried to move away from JC.
JC dropped his shoes on the floor, peeled off his socks.
"Did Chris talk to you?"
"About what?" JC asked, unbuttoning his shirt. His coat and tie were downstairs. He hoped that Lance would pick them up for him.
"Nothing."
JC pulled off his T-shirt and cupped Justin's chin in one hand, getting Justin to look at him. "What's wrong?" He searched Justin's eyes. "What's making you nervous?"
"Nothing." Justin pulled away from JC and tried to scoot towards the pillows. "I'm not in the mood, maybe."
JC absorbed this information.
"I think I'm kind of tired. And we're back on the road tomorrow."
"You want to get some sleep?" JC asked, giving him an out.
"Yeah," Justin said. "Maybe I'll just sleep."
"Do you want me to go?"
"No! No, I..." Justin didn't know what to say.
JC took off his pants.
Justin's eyes slid down JC's body. A soft tongue licked pink lips. Justin's gaze found JC's groin.
JC shifted, turning toward Justin, right foot on the floor, left leg bent and horizontal. Soft cotton pulled taut over the bulge of JC's genitals.
Justin's lips parted.
"Let me sleep with you?" JC asked.
Justin was breathing through his mouth, fingers twitching, eyes on JC's groin.
JC waited. Justin kept staring. Something was weird. Something was going on. JC didn't want to get dressed again and leave Justin to interrogate Chris, so he'd deal with Justin. Justin was nervous about something. Worried? Embarrassed. Trying to avoid sex. Chris had said something. Done something?
Justin was edging closer.
JC kissed his mouth. He opened for JC, urging JC's kiss. JC concentrated on the feel of Justin's lips, the taste of Justin's tongue.
"Oh, JC," Justin panted.
It hit JC. "Your earrings." He backed up, tilting Justin's face to one side, peering at Justin's earlobes. "They're different."
"You can tell?" Justin asked. "You can't tell."
"They look good," JC said. "Where'd you get them?"
"Wedding present," Justin said. Whatever had been bothering him, returned. He pulled in on himself, away from JC again. Still, "You like them?"
"Yes," JC said, and kissed Justin's ear. "You want to go to sleep?"
"Yeah." His gaze skittered past JC's.
"You sleeping sitting up?"
"No."
JC waited.
Justin scooted farther away and lay down. He was holding onto the covers, making no effort to invite JC to join him.
JC lay down beside Justin. He wasn't ready to sleep, and if he left the light on, he could look at Justin some more. Justin's eyes closed. He knew that Justin was too tense to sleep. JC propped himself on an elbow, watching Justin. He listened. He knew that breathing pattern. "Are you still hard, baby?"
Justin's eyes opened. "Maybe. A little."
"What's got you turned on, baby?"
"Nothing."
JC waited.
"We're married," Justin said. "JC, we're married. I'm your, you're my...we're..."
JC smiled.
"I can tell you anything. I can say whatever, I don't have to keep stuff from you. I'm supposed to tell you."
"What do you want to tell me?"
"Chris...he... I can't take it off myself, he'd never let me live it down, but I don't want you to see it, I don't... So I was thinking if we just go to sleep I can take it off in the morning while you're in the shower and hide it somewhere and you never have to know and... But I want us to make love, we're married, we, I want you, JC, I can't..."
"What are you wearing?" JC asked, lost.
"Nothing."
"You're wearing something."
"I..."
"You can take it off. I won't look if you don't want me to. Chris doesn't have to know."
"It's... I can't just take it off, that'd be like... I'm a man here, JC."
"I know." JC smiled. "What's got you so turned around?"
"Nothing."
"Justin, come on, baby. You can take it off. You can ask me to take it off for you. You can leave it on and we can work around it. You don't have to show me. Justin, you know I love you. We're married, we're here now. You know you can trust me. I know Chris is an idiot."
"It's... You won't laugh."
"I won't laugh."
"Promise me, JC. I'm trusting you here."
"You know you're safe with me, baby." JC lifted his hand and kissed his fingers. "You don't have to show me. What do you want to do?"
"Can we... JC, could you..."
"What, baby?"
Justin bit his lip. "Could you turn me on?"
JC understood. If he got Justin going, they'd get to the point where Justin wanted sex and didn't care about anything else, and then Justin would let him see it, or take it off, or whatever. "Sure, Justin." Small kiss. Another. "What do you want to do tonight, baby?" He kissed Justin's neck. "You want to get in me tonight?"
"Yeah," Justin said.
"You were going to make love to me this morning," JC said, tasting Justin's skin. "You wanted to get in me."
"Yes," Justin moaned, fingers digging into JC's shoulder.
"I wanted you in me. I wanted to feel it. You always make me feel it," JC whispered, and licked behind Justin's ear. Justin moaned again. Justin was on tonight. "What has you excited, baby? What's doing you?"
Justin's mouth found JC's neck. "You do me, JC. I want you to do me."
"You'd let me in your beautiful body? You want me to make love to you, Justin?"
"Yeah. I want you, I want you to..."
"What do you want, baby?"
Justin breathed hard, fingers on JC's nipple, mouth meeting JC's kiss. "Take me from behind."
JC looked into his eyes. "Is that what you want, Justin?"
"Yeah." Justin's eyes were bright with greed.
"Slow down for me." JC coaxed Justin to lay down, stroking his arms, kissing his chest. "Let me love you, baby. This is our first time, our very first time. I want it to be good for you, Justin, I want you to feel good."
"First time," Justin repeated.
"Are you new for me?"
"Yeah." Justin moved against JC restlessly. JC wanted to feel him naked, resented the sheet between them. He was eager, and he'd asked to be taken from behind. That was unusual. Justin asked to be made love to, but never asked for a certain position. But JC would oblige; whatever Justin wanted, he got.
"What's wrong, baby?" JC asked, feeling a different urgency in the way Justin moved.
"I want you," Justin said.
"I love you, Justin. I'll take care of you." JC looked to the nightstand and found the lubricant. Good. "Will you let me see you?"
Justin tensed. "No."
"It's okay, Justin. I don't have to look. Will you let me touch you?"
"Don't say anything. You can talk, just...don't say anything if..."
JC kissed him. "I won't say anything. You know I don't want to hurt you."
"I'm going to kill Chris."
JC kissed Justin again. "You know you don't have to be nervous with me."
"Can you close your eyes and not peek?"
"I think so."
"Okay. Close 'em."
JC closed his eyes, covering them with his left hand. Justin put the lubricant on his right hand finger and kicked free of the sheets.
Justin took JC's hand and guided it between his legs. Then Justin rotated, swinging his leg up and over, ending up on his hands and knees. His shuddering sound of pleasure stroked JC's balls. "You can take it from here." His voice was low and breathy. He gasped when JC touched his prostate.
Something was different. JC focused on pleasing Justin, not making any attempt to grope the area to find out what was wrong, not opening his eyes to look. Still, as his finger pushed deeper, his other fingers brushed fabric. Justin really was wearing something. Something...something...
Wait. What was Justin wearing, if JC's finger was in him?
There was a hole. A hole in the fabric. A hole cut out right over Justin's asshole. A hole to give JC access.
JC's cock jumped.
Keeping one hand in place, making Justin groan, JC tugged off his underwear with his left hand, eyes still closed. He worked himself free until he was naked, then switched hands, getting his cock slick.
"Are you ready, baby?"
"Oh, JC," and Justin moved back, inviting him.
JC held his cock, aligning their bodies.
Leather. It was leather. Justin was wearing leather. JC was so shocked he thrust too hard, too fast. Justin groaned, hungry and pained. JC hit Justin's prostate, flooding Justin with pleasure to apologize. Justin's hips jacked back against JC, driving JC deeper.
They were in love and they were married and they were together. JC's love was recognized, returned, sanctioned. He was Justin's and Justin was his, and they were supposed to be here, they belonged here. He was making love to Justin and Justin was his husband and Justin was wearing leather, leather with a hole just for him, just so he could do this very thing.
Bearing his weight on his knees, JC thrust into Justin, slamming hard against Justin's leather-clad ass. His right hand slid around to the front, feeling along the edge of the leather. They were briefs. Leather briefs? Leather briefs. They sure felt like it. Only... Justin was trapped in there. Tight balls, hard cock, tucked neatly inside the leather.
Justin moaned, panting, and cupped his hand over JC's, wanting JC to help.
Oh, he was so hard... JC rubbed Justin through the leather, feeling Justin struggle for orgasm. The briefs were so tight, Justin had to be hurting. He started to shake, fighting to come, fucking himself on JC's cock, massaging JC's fingers over his erection.
JC licked Justin's back. "Come on, baby."
Justin shuddered, moaning, and almost broke JC's fingers. Then he collapsed, spread and limp.
JC eased his still hard cock out, then put in his finger. Two fingers. Through the hole in the leather, through the lube-wet puckered muscle. He stroked Justin, made love to Justin through touch alone, until Justin was panting unevenly, twitching, begging without words.
JC opened his eyes, pulling his fingers free, rolling Justin's shivering form.
Justin looked up at him, pleading with wet eyes.
JC looked down. They were leather. Briefs. Black. Over the stretched leather covering Justin's erection, was written in shining silver script, "Justin's."
JC rolled Justin over, curious. He got his first good look at the hole in the briefs. And written above the hole, in the same script, was, "Joshua's."
JC turned Justin over again. He lay on Justin's warm, sweat-slick body, kissing Justin.
JC kissed him, stroked him, whispered words of love, soothed him and loved him and got off in his hand. He clung to JC, trusting JC to take care of him. He wanted to come again.
"It's okay, baby. Ssshhh, calm down. Hold still for me, baby."
Justin gasped, rocking against JC's hip. Only a little more, a little more, and he'd find release, he'd be able to come, he'd-
JC's hands pinned Justin's hips to the mattress.
Justin struggled to free himself, clutching JC's biceps. "You can do it again, I want it again."
"Ssshhh, Justin. Calm down, it's okay." JC cupped a hand between Justin's thighs. Justin gasped in relief and thrust into his palm. Then Justin reached, fingers curling around JC's thick cock.
JC could take a hint. He lifted Justin's hips, lifted Justin's legs, and thrust into Justin once more.
Justin clawed at JC's shoulders, twisting under his body.
JC tried to hold Justin still, tried to control their lovemaking. Justin writhed, graceful and tortured. JC gave in and gave it to him, hard and fast, letting him howl and scratch.
Justin came again.
JC didn't relent until after his own orgasm. Then he curled up with Justin's trembling body, petting Justin, kissing away sweat and tears.
Justin let JC soothe him, let JC hold him and love him.
They slept.
In the morning, JC wakened
first and, careful to let Justin sleep, managed to take off the leather
briefs. They were lined with black silk, and bore more silver script.
Inside the back of the waistband, JC read, "To be removed at the groom's
discretion." Inside the front, stained with Justin's jism: "If you
can read this, saddle up and try again."