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Hands aren't meant do what Justin Timberlake's hands can do. They're meant to be skillful in whatever you passion them to be, but hands are not supposed to give you please at the light grace of a finger tip over your cold and exposed skin. Goosebumps should come from the cold and a little bit of a fear, not the loving embrace of lover to lover. But Justin's hands do all that and more, you just shudder and thank god those hands touch you every night and not another.
Lips are meant for kisses and pouting, at least, Justin Timberlake's are meant for that and more. Sure, talking and eating is pretty dependent on them, but, well, Justin can do so much more and so much better than just those stupid necessities in life. After all, his chapped, irritated lips from constant nervous gnawing feel so good against your perfectly smooth ones. His tongue subsiding to yours as you grace through those lips, completely holding him at bay, all your power starting at those lips. That's a whole hell of a lot of power for such a small body part.
His eyes scare you some times. They hold more than you ever thought a library or genius could hold in a life time. Then again, Justin holds a lot in himself. The first time you saw love, you saw it through teary eyes. No, you weren't crying, you don't cry...but Justin does, and he did that day. The tears flowed from his beautiful eyes, you mistook it for sadness, but then, laughter mixed with tears is so much pretttier of a sight to behold.
You could keep on thinking about his body for ever if it wasn't for the fact that his excellent hands and chapped lips weren't working on you in another way. You can feel it coming on, you know you are so close to orgasm, but you try to resist. You know the game he's playing, and you aren't going to win. Well, you will win, but not yet. Justin likes to tease, and you are definetly following into that temptation without much of a resistance at all.
Each flickered over the head of your hardened cock is another moment ticking from your life, but you couldn't live any other way. What could be better? No, not the money or the fame, you could care less about that. The fans? Yeah right, half of them would turn away in a second at this sight. Oh, this, yeah, you couldn't live without a good cock sucking from the Justin Timberlake could you?
Or maybe you underestimate yourself. You know there is so much more to it then that, it just expresses through his blow jobs. You know you love him, and you've seen the love he has for you a hundred times over, even when he doesn't want you to see it. He can't hide it, not from you, not any more. At first he could, but you even managed to get past that barrier, you broke every one of Justin's barriers.
Speaking of barriers, Justin's game is slowly moving onto the next round. Your cock is still hard, rock hard, harder than usual. It's been a while since you and Justin have been together, and you refuse to jack off. You're too hard headed to admit that even you some times need to get a little release, whether it be by yourself or not. But some one you like doesn't jack off, not likely, cuz you have Justin Timberlake to do it for you. And he does it so well.
Through all of your excitement and pleasure you think it would be rather difficult to think of anything else but the actions going on below you. But you couldn't be more wrong. Cuz just the thought of jacking off sends you back into the past. That first night with Justin.
You had just met him, no more than two hours later and he was jacking you off in his limo. Some thing about Josh dumping him, you couldn't help but laugh on the inside just thinking about it now. If Josh had been stupid enough to pass up a hoover for a mouth and a tight ass, well than, you rightfully deserved Justin. But then, if he could pass up the loving heart of Justin, Josh really didn't deserve any one at all you decided.
Ohhhhhhh
You shudder, cuz Justin's moving onto round three. You don't know why, but Justin never lets you do any work in the bedroom. You just sit there and he jacks you off. You sit there and he sucks your dick, rubs your balls, teases you to the point of no return. And now, he takes it into his own hands to fuck. Your dick is at his entrance, and he's slowly sitting on it, you're still, hands to the side, although you can hardly contain yourself from pushing him down on top of you.
He's tight, after all the sex, he's still as tight as the first time. You were his first, Josh missed out on that too. He missed out on a lot.
It's time to quit playing the game, cuz Justin is definetly doing too much on his own. You take the initiative now, and Justin doesn't seem to mind at all. You've got it all perfected, you easily flip him from on top of you in a sitting position to underneath you, your eyes locking with each other as you tenderly kiss him.
Each pump is like breathing new life into each other. You give him same and take it back just as quickly, a little of him with you, while a little of yourself seems to linger in his body. You know he's close, your use to the small moans and clicking noises he makes. It's like a whimper from a small animal, that's what Justin calls it, you call it cute and adorable.
You shudder with your relief, he's already shot his cum, and he looks like an angel in the most heavenly form. You just wish you could give this picture to your fans in the newsletter. Or possibly to all the religious critics in the world who hurt he gay community on a daily basis. No, if you had a picture of this, you'd keep it in a locket for yourself, cuz damn if you wouldn't ejaculate after just taking a peek at it.
"Hold me?" His voice is soft, child like and innocent. You can't refuse, you never will.
You pull him close, wrap your arms around his chest and let him sink his newly curled hair into your shoulder. He's asleep with in seconds, he never can stay up much longer after the sex. But you expect it and welcome it. He's young, not much younger than you, but still, he's not as experienced or well versed in the world. And you don't mind being there when he does learn the things he needs to know.
You wouldn't mind being there for the rest of your life. And you smile, pull him even tighter and snuggle in for the sleep you need too. Becuase your Nick Carter, and if you wanna cuddle with your boyfriend after a long night of passion and love, then you have every right to. After all, that picture you were thinking of, it's only in your head, and that makes you sleep a hell of a lot easier.