With or Without You

With or Without You

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex including a minor

Pairings: JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake, JC Chasez/Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake/Chris Kirkpatrick, Lance Bass/Joey Fatone (no, it's not an orgy, just read it)

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise *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 slashers. Also dedicated to Lance's seductive chuckle in "Everything I Own."

Wherein the writer's JC obsession becomes pretty obvious, as does his misogyny, but at least there's some naked *NSYNC sex.

Notice: I watched the video for "I Want You Back" again. (The good video, not the earlier one.) This story is based on that video, and not very subtly.

At the time of the video, Justin was a minor. Which means that at the time of this story, he's a minor. I think that Lance is of legal age, but since I'm not clear on the video's date, I can't be sure. Not that that will stop any of you from reading.

Alla

It's tearing up my heart when I'm with you,
but when we are apart I feel it too;
and no matter what I do I feel the pain
with or without you.
-"Tearin' up My Heart"

Prologue

Chris glanced from Lance to Justin. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," Justin said automatically, eyes on Lance but seeing something else. He came back to earth visibly. "Yeah. Let's go." He scooped up his basketball, glanced at Lance again, grabbed his hat, and followed Chris from the apartment.

"Suckers," Joey said. "Basketball. Child's play. We are men. We live the adventure!" He held up his hands.

Lance, with a tiny smile, obediently held out his hands as well, and Joey slapped them.

"We're off!"

"Living the adventure," Lance said.

"That's right!"

Lance slung his bag over his shoulder. Just in that brief pause, his smile died and a slow haze drew over his green eyes. Joey, noticing his returned mood, put a hand on his back and herded him out the door.

"Let's go," Joey said cheerfully. "Time waits for no man."

"I think the lake's still going to be there, even if we get stuck in traffic," Lance said.

"You never know," Joey said. "Stranger things have happened."

"Like what?"

"Did you know that there's this rich old guy who has this island full of dinosaurs? They were this cloning experiment. Only-"

"Are you talking about Jurassic Park?" Lance asked in perplexed disbelief.

"Yeah! You saw the documentary too?"

Lance couldn't help but laugh. Joey, watching his friend's sadness dissolve in the face of sheer frivolity, felt much, much better. He'd spend today making Lance happy. Lance deserved to be happy. Joey's own mood lightened considerably...except for the tiny, strong part of him that snarled, "Fuck you, JC."

Justin/Chris

Chris tossed Justin the basketball. "You're down by six."

"Shit."

"No kidding."

"My head's not in the game, Chris."

"No kidding." He took the basketball from Justin's hands and said, "You've gotta get over it, Justin."

"Get over it?" Justin grabbed the ball and hurled it across the court. "Fuck you! Fuck JC, and fuck you, too!"

Alarmed by this atypical, violent outburst, Chris said, "Hey-"

"You don't want me to get over it so I'll feel better, you don't want me to get over it for my own sake, you want me to get over it because you plain flat-out want me."

Chris's jaw tightened. It was going to be like that, was it? "So what?"

"So I can't! I can't get over it! I can't get over him. You don't even know."

"I don't know? I know what he's doing to you. I know what he's doing to Lance. I know it's killing you. I know I'd never treat you like that. Come here. Come on." He pulled Justin into his embrace.

"I'm not going to cry," Justin said.

"I don't want you to cry."

"He doesn't either."

"You sure about that?"

"Can we not talk about him?"

"Okay." Chris pulled off Justin's hat and pet Justin's hair.

"Are you coming onto me?"

"No."

"Okay."

Chris moved out of the embrace just enough to lean up and kiss Justin, his hand in Justin's hair pulling Justin to his mouth. Justin's kiss was surprisingly soft and gentle.

"Woah. Hey. Chris, man, we're in public," Justin said, backing up, pushing Chris from himself.

"I love you no matter where we are," Chris said.

"You can't say stuff like that," Justin protested.

"It's true."

"You're too old for me."

"JC's not?"

"I love him. Don't do this."

"You love him? Where is he now? Where is he when you need him? I'm right here."

"He has a right to-"

"He has no right and you know it. Don't give me that."

Justin turned, walked away, came back, put on his cap again. "Look. Chris. Bottom line? I love him, I'm with him, you've gotta respect that."

"Justin-"

"You don't know how it is with us. You don't know. Okay? Trust me, if I always felt this shitty, I'd get out. He loves me. He shows me love, Chris, you have no idea."

Chris looked at him.

"If he ever dumps me and I'm looking for a cheap and dirty one night stand, I'll come straight to you."

"Promise?" Chris asked with a grin.

"Promise," Justin said, answering his grin.

"Really cheap and dirty or just sort of cheap and dirty?"

"Extremely cheap and dirty. Naughty and filthy, too."

"I'm your man." Chris gave Justin a quick squeeze. "Now go track down that ball. I'm still winning."

Lance/Joey

Joey couldn't keep from smiling. He was having one of the best days anyone had ever had. He knew that Lance had had a good time, a very good time. Lance kept laughing and smiling, and there was light in those pretty green eyes. He'd put that light there; he'd made Lance feel good. He'd made Lance happy, and that made him happy.

Getting to watch Lance strip out of that wetsuit hadn't been bad, either. Damn.

"You want to go get something to eat?" Lance asked.

This was hard. He was strong. "You feel like going to Callum's?"

There was a brief flash of grief in Lance's eyes, so quick that Joey almost missed it. "Sure."

"I got a phone call while you were getting the sand out of your hair. The guys are gonna meet us there."

Lance licked his lips. When had Lance picked up Justin's nervous habits? "The guys?"

"You know, the guys? The ones we work with and practically live with and see every day?"

"Oh." Lance looked as though he weren't sure whether to beam with happiness or be subdued with fear.

"You okay?"

"Who called you?"

"When?"

"You said you got a phone call."

"I did? From whom?"

"Joey!"

"What?"

Lance smiled right into his eyes, hands on his shoulders. "Sometimes I don't know whether to kiss you or kill you."

Joey knew.

Lance's kiss was shockingly deep and wet, and for a moment Lance's fingers were sliding back through Joey's hair, against Joey's scalp, and he let himself hope. But then Lance was pulling away, looking flushed, bright eyes wide.

"Sorry," Lance said.

"My fault."

"I can't."

"I know. It's okay."

Slight pause. "Is it?" Lance asked.

"Is it what?"

"Okay."

"Is what okay?"

And then Lance was kissing him again.

"Feels okay to me," Joey said somewhat breathlessly.

Lance smiled. "That's the last one."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

Callum's

Justin and Chris greeted Lance and Joey with quick "ain't I het?" pats and slaps. They started a game of pool and began to relax into their familiar friendships, forgetting the tension of the day. They even missed JC without a trace of rancor.

Then Justin, poised over the table to take his shot, looked up almost instinctively and caught JC's approach. His shot went wild before the pool cue fell from his suddenly nerveless fingers.

"That sucked," Chris said.

JC smiled. "Can I play?"

"Justin can't," Joey said.

"Oh shut up," Justin muttered, straightening. "I was winning."

"Was," Joey said.

"Were?" Chris asked.

"What?" Joey asked.

"Don't start," Lance told Joey. Joey grinned at him.

"So how's your girlfriend?" Chris asked JC.

"She's not my girlfriend," JC said.

"What's that mean?" Justin asked.

"It means she's not my girlfriend," JC said. "I told her I'm bi, we had a fight, she left."

"She broke up with you?" Joey asked.

JC shrugged. "Guess so."

"You were with her for three months. You don't seem too upset over it," Lance said.

"The fight's still fresh in my mind. Maybe I'll be upset later."

Joey handed JC a cue. "Don't bother. She's pretty, but there wasn't much else to her."

"Way to hold back your opinion there, Joe," Justin said.

"No, hey, I mean, come on. He's living with these two cute young blond guys and she doesn't think maybe he might not be straight?"

"Living with two cute young blond guys," Justin said. "You know, when you say it like that, it just sounds..."

"Like fun," Chris said.

"That too," Justin said.

"We're just living together," Lance said. "We have three bedrooms. She knows we're friends. It doesn't have to be-"

"Even if he's not sleeping with you, she could at least suspect that he keeps you around to look at you," Joey said.

"You're nice to look at," Chris told Lance. "You, too," he told Justin.

"Thanks," Justin said. "So can we play?"

They did play. They played, ate, talked, laughed, acted like idiots, and had a great time. Finally they realized how late it was and decided to break it up for the night. They said their good-byes, and Chris and Joey watched JC drive off with Justin and Lance.

JC dropped his keys by the door. When Justin passed, he reached out and stroked down Justin's back. "How've you been, baby? You have a good day?"

Justin turned slowly. "Some of it really sucked. Some of it was kind of interesting."

"What happened?"

"Chris kissed me."

"Chris kissed you."

"Yeah."

"He's not doing that again."

"He won't."

"Good. You mad at me?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, baby. She's gone. It's all you now." JC's eyes flickered. "You and Lance."

"You're not gonna run out and get another girlfriend tomorrow?"

"I won't. It's just you two now. I promise."

"Why do you have to be such a bastard sometimes?"

"I'm sorry, Justin."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Justin looked at JC carefully. "Just me and Lance?"

"Just you and Lance."

"No more girls?"

"No more girls."

"She didn't treat you right anyway."

"I didn't treat you right," JC said. "I'll make it up to you. You always treat me right."

Justin accepted JC's kiss, opening his mouth for JC's tongue, hands on JC's nape and shoulders. This was what he wanted, what he'd been waiting for, what he'd been wanting all day long. This was it. So perfect. So right. He always treated JC right. In bed and out of it. And now it was just them, just him and Lance, and it was already so good he couldn't wait to see how this would go. Getting all of JC, all of that time and attention and energy. Personally and professionally, as a band member and best friend and lover. No distractions.

"JC, please, make love to me."

JC's mouth found his jaw. "You never have to ask, Justin." He felt JC's fingers tracing up his spine, under his shirt. He shivered a little, and JC sucked his earlobe, and then JC said, "Can I get Lance?"

"Yeah."

JC kissed him. "I need to talk to him. I'll meet you in my room?"

He kissed JC once, twice, then let go and went to JC's room. After turning on the bedside lamp, he tugged down the bedcovers and started to strip. Naked, he sat on the bed and picked at his fingernails idly, waiting. He could hear the murmur of voices. Then he heard nothing. Then Lance groaned. Justin grinned. Footsteps. JC and Lance coming into the room.

"Me first," Justin said.

"You always go first," Lance said.

"It's alphabetical order."

"Oh, that's a great reason."

"You want age before beauty?"

"Hey," JC said. He frowned and looked at Lance. "He always goes first?"

"Usually."

"That's not fair." JC kissed Lance. Justin didn't even pretend not to watch. What would be the point? He got to see JC's sleek tongue sliding into Lance's mouth, then a flash of pink as Lance returned the favor. JC and Lance were all pressed together, chest to chest, groin to groin. Lance's right hand was on JC's ass. Justin liked JC's ass, too. He liked JC all over, from blue eyes to high cheekbones to slender-tight body to lovely, lovely dick.

Justin watched with great attention, his fingers on his cock, as JC and Lance started to undress each other. JC was strong but very slim, with tight, hard muscles and astonishing flexibility. Lance was more solid, with broader musculature and a round ass Justin never minded watching.

Then Lance was pushing JC down onto the bed and JC was crawling back, and when JC's toes curled Justin knew that Lance was doing that tongue-sucking thing again. Justin scooted aside to give them room, stretching alongside them to watch up close and personal, stroking himself.

Lance was starting to rock against JC's body, and JC was moving beneath Lance in counterpoint. Justin stopped touching himself and reached out to Lance's back. Warm skin. Satin, compared with JC's silk. Lance's muscles flexed under Justin's hand.

JC made an interrogative sound into Lance's mouth, and Lance made a noise of agreement around JC's tongue, and then they shifted, rolling, and JC reached for the lubricant on the bedside table. Justin clamped his hand down around his cock to keep it from throbbing like that. His body always had an automatic response to the idea of JC and lube together. It also had a response to that particular groan of Lance's. Yes, that groan, the one that Lance had just made, the deep slow hot one, the JC's-fingers-just-went-in-my-ass one.

JC had excellent fingers. Long, slender, capable, talented, pianist's fingers. The muscles inside Justin's ass contracted just thinking about them. Lance was exposed and spread, JC's fingers twisting in deep. Justin always opened like a whore, but Lance still needed some extra work. Justin suspected that Lance's personality had a lot to do with that, but he wasn't about to mention it.

More kissing, more fingers, lots of whispers along the lines of "I love you" and "You make me so horny." Justin knew how that felt, to lie there under JC, being kissed and loved and stroked, feeling happy and hard and desperate. JC's kiss, JC's fingers, JC's voice soft and breathless and just loaded with meaning.

He watched JC's cock disappear inside Lance in a slow, even thrust. Lance arched and choked and moaned JC's name. Justin's precum poured over his fingers. JC was moving in a steady rhythm, rocking into Lance's body. Lance's groans, JC's panting breaths, the wet slap of flesh. JC's hand caught Lance's cock, moving over it tight and fast, just how Justin knew Lance liked it, drawing a pornographic groan from Lance.

JC's hips pumped faster, hand fisting over Lance's cock, Lance thrusting up against JC for more. Justin jacked his own cock, caught up in their intensity, feeling their pleasure as though it were his own. When Lance's orgasm hit, Justin's cum spurted out, too. JC kept going, fucking into Lance, Justin's ass muscles spasming in sympathy and envy. Then JC was coming, making that mostly-moan, slightly-howl sound that made Justin's blood shudder his want.

There was a pause while everyone tried to catch his breath and find his brain.

JC moved off of Lance, pulling free. Lance shivered and sat up a little. There was a period of silence while JC went to fetch a washcloth. JC wiped off Justin first, giving him a sexy knowing look, touch gentle on his sensitive cock. Then JC wiped off Lance, and kissed Lance, and moved in for more, climbing on top of Lance again. Lance sank back, arms around JC, giving off a slight moan of desire.

"Hey!" Justin said. "It's my turn." Suddenly he found himself with a lapful of horny sexy JC, being kissed and stroked like, god, he'd pay damned good money for this. He settled for a, "Love you."

"I know, baby, I know," JC murmured, licking inside his mouth. "I'll be good to you."

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