The next weeks we had problems to hide our luck. It was really hard to keep the hands away from each other. I just wanted to kiss Justin as often as I could and I think he did the same. I mean every time we were alone and even simply when Chris went to the bathroom, he grabbed me on my clothes and pulled me to him to kiss me. And surely we didn't just kiss. Our hands grabbed each other under the clothes to touch our erogenous zones. Except for the most obvious one. So I licked for example Justin's lobe and he bit gently my neck. We stroked each other and when we were alone a little bit longer, we even rubbed our hips at each other. And I had to say he was really patient with me. I mean we waited for more than a half year until we had sex for the first time. Not everyone would wait for so long. But he didn't want to extort me. When I think about it, he was a real gentleman back then. Not comparable to today's Justin. But that part comes later. I'd be afraid that I could forget something important, if I skip time.
To make a long story short, it was just a matter of time until the others find out about us. Especially because we were really bad in hiding it. No seriously, even when the guys were around we were always together, making little jokes with each other, poke each other and give us Eskimo kisses. And the most obvious things of them all: We kept singing 'As long as you love me' to each other. It was kind of our song. Even though it's from the Backstreet Boys.
The first, who found out, was oh wonder Lance. And he actually didn't seem to be happy with it. Justin told me secretly that he was convinced of Lance being in love with me, too. I told him that this wasn't true at all. But you should know Justin by now. I mean after we started our relationship he went back to his old behavior towards Lance. Except for the insults he didn't use anymore. I knew he did only let got because I asked him to, but at least he tried.
Lance didn't really hide his doubts about Justin being my partner. If he had told me in secret, I would've never told Justin. Or at least I would've told him in a more harmless way. I actually don't want to describe their little fights in detail, so here's the summary:
Justin is a selfish, narcissistic, arrogant, self-regarding, egoistic sexist and Lance is an ugly, dumb, idiotic, flabby, delicate, weak, untalented, feminine faggot. I guess I might missed some adjectives on both sides, but those are the ones they used mostly.
After Lance Joey found out fast, too, simply because Lance and Joey hang out rather often with each other. The only one, who needed pretty long to get it, was Chris. He was kind of shocked, when Lance told him in a fight with Justin. Actually it was before one of our live performances. It was called exactly the '*NSYNC 'Ntimate holiday special', where we performed mostly our Christmas songs, but also singles from the new album No Strings Attached. Yes I skipped a little time, but as I mentioned before, I can't tell everything in detail. I just mention the most important things to understand the current situation. Ok, back to the fight.
A few moments before Justin grabbed my ass with the words "That's some real nice ass, C. And it's all mine." with e bright grin on his face. I knew he didn't mean it as Lance interpreted. And actually he wasn't meant to hear it. But that's how life is in a band. Members enter rooms without knocking and even though you thought you stand alone in the wardrobe, someone just comes in again, because he forgot something. And why should he knock anyways, when the wardrobe was provided for all of us together.
He didn't actually come at Justin, he just mumbled in an annoyed voice: "I really can't figure out, why JC is humiliating himself like this."
Surely everyone can understand that Justin wasn't keen hearing those words. "What's your problem, Bass?" he asked growling and looked over to Lance with a looks that could kill somebody.
Lance turned around to face Justin with a similar expression. "Actually I didn't want to mention in front of JC, but now where you are asking: YOU are my problem, Timberlake."
"This is getting ridiculous. Let's calm down everybody." I tried to smooth down differences, but it actually didn't work at all.
"No, JC, let him go on." Justin told me and laid symbolic his hand on my chest.
"Those moves of yours are what I really hate to watch." Lance provoked and nodded in our direction. "You act like you own JC. Earth to Justin, JC is an independent person and doesn't have to get under your thumb like a dog."
"It's not like that, Lance." I tried again. This time Justin took away his hand and went towards Lance instead.
"Yes, Lance, it's not like that. I don't control JC. It's his own decision to be with me. Are you jealous, because you little faggot can't find anyone, who wants to fuck you?" At the last sentence he stood right in front of the blond and pushed him backwards by hitting his shoulder.
"I think you don't know who you are dealing with, mama's boy."
Before the situation escalated completely, I took Justin by his arm and dragged him towards the stage, where Joey and Chris stood, prepared to enter the stage.
"Joey, can you please talk to Lance?" I asked him a little bit annoyed.
"What's the matter?"
"The matter is that Scoop and Curly deem to fight with each other right before the show starts." I explained irritably and ran past both guys, who looked irritated at us.
"Why did they fight?" Chris asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I guess because of this thing between Justin and JC. Again..." Joey moaned feebly and was about to go to our wardrobe, when Chris held him back.
"What thing between Justin and JC?" Chris asked baffled.
"Didn't you notice?" Joey asked almost shocked.
Chris just kept watching as he had no clue at all.
"Gosh, are you serious? Justin and JC keep making out since half a year or something and you never noticed it?"
"They do what?!" Chris shouted surprised and revolved his head suddenly in our direction. "Why didn't anyone tell me?!"
"Because it was totally obvious." Joey said shaking his head in disbelief before he went to Lance.
"I mean even Joey noticed." Justin explained himself.
"Instead of arguing with Chris you should explain to me, why you provoked Lance that way." I changed back to the main subject.
"That wasn't my fault!" he tried to justify himself. "Lance started with his inappropriate comment."
"You know what they say, Justin. The cleverer give in."
"Tell that hamster face!"
"Justin!" I admonished him, before us both breathed a few times deeply to calm down.
"Look JC, I am sorry. I don't want to fight with you. Especially not today, where we should just go outside there and have some fun. And if you want me to, I apologize even to... THIS guy."
"Thank you Justin. I appreciate it." I whispered and gave him a little kiss.
When we took distance to our faces I saw a warm smile on his face, just like nothing ever happened. "I don't know, what you are doing to me, JC. But I like it."
When Lance joined us to perform on stage Justin kept his promise and apologized. Even though I knew he didn't mean it, at least he did it for me and I was fine with that.
Then we entered the stage and performed as we practiced before. Or better we should say that we tried to. After one single song, which was Bye Bye Bye, I noticed that Justin kept starring at my butt. Normally you could ignore that, but if you know that your lover only has eyes for you, your thoughts will automatically revolve around him. I just had to watch more often than normally at him and he reciprocate my glimpse.
In these moments I cut out anything else around me but him. He was my center then. And I was his. I just could feel it. I'd love nothing better than to kiss him, stroke his arm, his chest, his face, hug him, cuddle with him, wrap my arms around him and just enjoy the moment. I knew it was impossible in this moment, but you still are allowed to dream of it, aren't you?
More and more we approximated during the show, singing at each other and had just a good time until Chris somehow managed to get in our way several times. I wasn't really mad at him, but I wondered why he did so, especially when he knew that we were secretly a couple.
Ok, I have to admit that he explained himself after the show and guilt-tripped us by reproaching we would've made out, if he didn't had gone in our way. He was overreacting anyways, but Justin and I calmed him with a promise that we restrain ourselves the next time.
The truth was that we still didn't have had sex. And I have to say it was about time. I mean when we (as Chris said) were about to make out on stage, when no one has had stopped us, then it was definitely time to change something. And we did change.
Geez, I mean after Chris let us alone we almost jumped at each other and directly kissed aroused. His hands moved fast under my shirt to stroke my chest and to pull my pullover off my body. And I did right after him the same with his. Seductively I looked at him, before I started to kiss his neck. Meanwhile Justin touched my body, moving his hand from my chest down to my pants. I started to moan teasingly. He grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me backwards, until my back hit the wall. Directly he clenched one of his legs between mine and started to rub his hips against me. Immediately I started to moan loudly. Again we started to kiss. While his hands opened my belt, I kneaded the cute, tight butt of his.
Grinning he interrupted our kiss. "You like what you are touching?"
I nodded with an aroused expression at my lover. "Maybe we should stop by now." I gasped, while my brain tried to use the last drops of blood left to think more or less clearly.
"Why?" Justin asked still grinning in such a sexual way that I almost begged him to do me.
"Because we are still at the FOX studios." I breathed almost losing my voice.
Justin stopped and sighed. "Guess you're right." he admitted slightly annoyed and grabbed his shirt, which laid next to us on the ground. I did as he and we both tried to calm ourselves to leave the studios without each of us having a boner.
"C?"
"Yes?"
"When we are back I'm going to fuck the hell out of you." Justin whispered leering.
"Don't use such nasty words." I advised him. But I still know how much that turned me on. Lance would kill me, if he ever found out.
We joined our bandmates in the limousine, which should bring us back to the hotel. Chris took annoyed a glance at us, while Lance was about totally ignoring Justin and automatically me either. Just because I was with him all the way back. I mean I had not a real choice. We were in a car... Joey desperately tried to smooth down the differences between us four and failed miserably. Normally I would've helped him, but gosh. I was horny as... I don't want to use curse words, so I just leave this sentence unfinished.
When we arrived Justin and I almost jumped at the same time out of the car and came rushing into the hotel. We were directly heading for the elevators. We didn't even wait for the other guys, we just ran up trying to enter our room as fast as possible.
Hectically Justin searched for the keycard inside his pants pocket and opened the door. I pushed him into the room, closing the door right behind me and start to make out with him instantly.
Without wasting any time Justin pulled of my pullover again and did the same with his own one. "I guess that was, where we had to interrupt ourselves, wasn't it?" he asked teasingly and pushed me against the closed door. He pressed his leg between mine again to create the same conditions as before. I grabbed his butt once again and answered grinning: "Now it is like before."
Directly he pressed his lips against mine and involved me in a seductive tongue kiss, while he rubbed his hips against mine once again. I had to groan while we were kissing, which seemed to turn Justin even more on.
"You are so hot." he whispered when we separated our lips for a second to catch our breaths.
His hands moved from my neck slowly down, trying to catch every erogenous zone on its way until he reached my belt once again. This time both of us didn't stop him from opening it.
Gently he slid his right hand into my pants to stroke my stiff manhood. I groaned even louder when I felt his fingers around my genital and I have to admit that I almost collapsed because my knees got so week. Only because Justin got my body caught between his and the door behind me, I was able to hold the balance.
"How about we relocate this?" Justin asked and pointed with a slight headshake towards the bed.
I nodded, wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered: "Carry me."
I guess we both knew that my knees would indulge, when I tried to walk on my own, so Justin just grabbed my legs and lifted my body as it was as light as a feather. "Did you lose weight? You seem to be lighter than before."
I shrugged. "I didn't do anything special, so I don't know."
"You should take more care of your body, C. To weight little can be unhealthy, too, you know?"
"I'll try to gain some weight next weeks, ok?"
Sorry, that was a lie. Actually I only ate salad and food combining the days before. Not to lose weight, but to hold it. Yes, even guys watch their weight.
Back on topic Justin carried me to the oversized bed and threw my body on it. He climbed right after me and laid himself on top of me. Now I started to rub my hips against his. He moaned aroused. "You're making me so hot." he groaned and licked over my lobe. His hand slid in my pants again and started to massage my manhood intensively.
"God, Justin..." I gasped and started to undress Justin completely.
"You want me so bad?" Justin asked teasingly.
"Can't you feel it?" I answered back with a grin on my face.
He chuckled as he helped me to undress himself. I reached out for the nightstand and rummaging around for some lube and a condom.
"What's the condom for?" Justin asked confused. "None of us has any disease and you can't become pregnant."
"Yeah, but with condom it doesn't hurt that much. At least I heard that."
"Wait! You mean... This is your first time?"
"My first time as a bottomer."
"You are kidding me, right?" Justin asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Ehmm... No? I was the Topper in my past relationships."
Justin swallowed and seemed to swallow an inappropriate comment.
"What?"
"Nothing... You just... I can't imagine you as a topper."
"Maybe because you are clearly more dominant than I could ever be." I mentioned and he just nodded. Good for him, 'cause I would've been pretty pissed, if he had ruined this moment.
Instead of continuing to argue with me, if I were a typical topper or not, he pulled the condom over his manhood (just to mention it: His one is huge. I mean really huge. If you ever thought you or your boyfriend had a real big one, you are wrong. Simply wrong. Believe me.). Meanwhile I undressed me as well and put some lube on my hand to rub Justin's thing with it. He breathed deeply in response to my contingencies. He grabbed the lube himself and dispensed two of his fingers with it. Seductively smiling he got me into a good position and started to circle my entrance. Immediately I started moaning and couldn't help but threw back my head. I felt how breathing got heavier. My body got so aroused by Justin's touch that I literally had to gasp for breath.
"Put it inside" I begged my partner, while I tried to hold my body up, so I could still give Justin's manhood a massage.
"So horny?"
"You know that..." I whimpered.
"Say 'Please Justin. Stick your fingers into my sweet, tight ass'."
"That's naughty..." I tried to persuade him to let go of that idea. But instead of that he pushed his finger with a little more pressure against me and teased me by pulling it away, before he really entered me. "Say it."
"But Justin..."
"Don't be a bitch, bitch."
I am not proud of what happened next. But I was horny. And in an unfavorable situation.
"Please Justin, stick your fingers into my sweet, tight ass." I gasped blushing.
"Beg for it." Justin kept teasing.
I smacked playfully his arm. He started laughing and pushed his finger inside me. Immediately I gave a loud groan. I grasped the bedsheet with my fingers and tensed my complete body. It felt so amazing, I couldn't describe it even if I wanted to. I have closed my eyes to feel Justin even more intensive than I already did.
I heard Justin giving a short, pleased laugh, before he started to move his finger gently inside me. I had to say I was kind of surprised that he knew how to touch a guy. Especially because I was his first one as far as I know.
"This is just amazing, J." I gasped breathlessly.
"I'm glad you like it." He answered. This was a new side of Justin I either missed until now or which he showed me the first time. I never noticed him being this confident. Nearly cocky. Not in a negative way. Actually I didn't know until then, but it turned me extremely on, when he started to dominate me. Not always but in the bedroom. You know what I mean. And yes, it might be that I have a little masochistic tendency. Everyone has his affections. Don't judge me.
He moved his finger faster and faster. I moaned aroused and pushed myself against Justin.
"Baby you are so tight. That makes me totally hot."
"Then do me."
Grinning Justin looked down at me. "Don't you need to get fucked? "
"Since when do you use such awful words?" I tried to ask seriously. I'm real it sounded probably more ridiculous. Like a puppy which tried to bark like a wolf. I mean I couldn't even breathe in a normal way. I had to gasp for breath and how should I have a serious conversation then? OK, I stop finding excuses for my inappropriate behavior. I'm just not able to think when someone like Justin, who is amazing in bed, starts to touch me. I don't know where he learned or if he is just a natural, but he always knew how to freak me out.
"Awful? I'm pretty sure you like it. Otherwise your body wouldn't beg for more, would it?"
"That... has nothing... to do... with..."
"Surely it doesn't. Shall I push my junk into your tight, little ass now or what?"
I wanted to protest against his nasty enunciation, but before I even got the chance to do so, Justin hit my prostate.
Immediately I cried out loudly. My whole body started to shake. Seriously, at this point I never had thought that sex could feel so freaking good in the down position. Sorry for my enunciation. I don't know how to express myself in another way.
"You didn't answer, C."
"Just do it now!" I gasped, while I pushed my body against Justin's finger as far as I was able to. I tried to catch my breath and calm myself a little, but all I could think about was to get released from this pressure, which bottled up inside me.
Seductively smirking Justin nodded. "Your wish is my command." He pulled out his finger, brought me in position by raising my legs and pushed himself into me.
First it really hurt. I wasn't used to get something really big inside of me. And as I mentioned before: His one is huge. When I started to whimper quietly, Justin stopped his movement and got a worried expression. "Shall we stop?" he asked insecurely.
Vigorously I shook my head. "Don't you dare." I gasped. "You started this and you will end it as well." As I said it, I pointed at my grown manhood, which twitched excited. "I just need a little time to accustom.
Justin giggled shortly and nodded. He laid himself softly on my body and kissed me gently in the meantime. When I had the feeling that I had habituated to Justin's big one, I broke the kiss. "It's fine by now." I whispered.
Slightly Justin began to smile and started moving gently. It still did hurt, but it was passable. We both started moaning and as he got faster, we both got more excited. The tension grew every second we felt each other until... Yeah you know what happened next. We went under the shower, after we were done and I experienced the first time how much it could even hurt after the sex. I was actually lucky that Justin helped me by carrying me around.
At least we laid snuggled at each other down in our bed and fell fast asleep.