Slumber Party
Hi! This is Christine, author of "Hey Mickey," which I promise I'm going to finish...if any of you remember it! Heehee.
***Disclaimer: I don't know *NSYNC, I don't know what their true sexualities are, and therefore, this is fiction.
JC leaned against the door. "This is it," he told himself. "I'm going to tell Justin everything." He gave his signature three staccato knocks and waited.
The reply was a grunted, "It's open, Jace!"
He stepped nervously through the doorway, pausing when he noticed the thick scent of sweat . . . and nail polish. The room was stuffy because Justin had apparently just ran in after the concert all sweaty without bothering to turn on the AC or even open a window. JC giggled as he saw Justin on his hotel room bed, surrounded by five small bottles of nail polish, with his toes up in front of him, cotton balls in between each one. He stared in concentration at one of his toes, the nail polish brush poised determinedly above his feet, ready to strike.
"Dammit, JC, do you have any idea how hard it is to do this? I swear, I have absolutely no nail on my small toes."
"Lemme see, Just . . . " JC nearly spat when he saw the colors Justin had chosen for his nails. "No, you have no small toe nails."
"Gee, thanks. You're supposed to say, 'of course you do,' or some shit like that."
"Oh, sorry, I was a little caught off guard by the rainbow effect you have going on. Red, orange, yellow, green, and baby blue.. I'm impressed."
"Thank you. It's gay pride, you know!"
"Yeah, Just, I'm aware of its significance." With JC's remark Justin gave his adorable pout and JC's heart was doing . . . something.
"Well . . . it's just . . ." Justin stammered.
"Just, it's OK. But, you just came out to us, and you can't be public."
"No one will see it! It's fun!"
"It's also adorable, Just." JC swore he saw Justin blush, but that couldn't be. Not even, he, JC Chasez, Justin's best friend, had ever SEEN Justin blush, let alone CAUSE it. Trying to change the subject, JC said, "Why is it so damn stuffy in here?"
"Open the window, then, Jace. I just took a shower after the show and got inspired by my naked toes. I barely even noticed the temperature."
Suddenly Justin had a gleam in his eyes. JC groaned, knowing that mischievous look well. JC opened the window behind Justin, and felt Justin's hand on his waist as he turned around. Justin gently pushed him down to sit beside him on the bed. The glint in his eyes was blinding. "Jace?"
JC sighed, "Yes Justin?"
"You're next! Take off your shoes!"
"Wha-what? I can-" JC tried to protest.
"Why not? If you think it's adorable on me, I KNOW it'll look hot on you!" Justin squealed.
JC couldn't believe it; no kidding; Justin Randall Timberlake squealed like a little girl. And said he would look hot. JC couldn't handle it. He tried desperately to get off the bed, struggling a little, "Justin."
Justin held his ankle, "What, Jace? It won't hurt; I promise." Justin took off JC's shoe from the foot he was holding. "See, you have hot toes. Let me decorate them, Jace. Please?" He looked up at JC with those big blue puppy dog eyes and then leaned down and gently kissed the top of his foot.
JC nearly jumped out of the bed. "JUSTIN! We ca-I can't! Justin, I'm not--!"
Justin didn't look dejected. He looked determined. Then his face suddenly turned into that petulant look they both knew that JC could not resist. "I just want to paint your toes, Jace. I'm your best friend, right? I mean, why did you come here tonight?"
JC looked into Justin's eyes and he knew he knew. HE KNEW. How did he know? "How did you know?" JC asked with complete surprise.
"Know what?" Justin managed to look completely innocent. JC mused on the fact that Justin was a much better actor in person than he was on-screen.
"Nothing," JC said. This time Justin looked a little perplexed. JC didn't want to give out any information until he knew what Justin was up to.
"So, then why'd you come here? I mean, I don't know. Tell me, Jace." Justin had quickly recovered from his moment of weakness and was now looking at him with smoky eyes. JC felt a ticklish sensation on his toes, and he felt stimulate as Justin began to apply nail polish to his toes. "Jace, why'd you come here? If not for a slumber party?"
JC couldn't respond. JC couldn't think. JC couldn't MOVE. His entire body was putty in Justin's hands as he applied the nail polish. JC came out of his stupor when Justin finished the pedicure by again kissing his foot.
"Gee, Jace, you're quiet. If this is a slumber party, we need to chat, right?"
JC wasn't sure if he wanted to kill or take Justin right there on the bed. He didn't care either way. "Uh."
"Good! So, when I told you I was gay, that was a big step for me. I was wondering what you felt when I told you!" Justin continued happily.
JC blinked. He wanted to fuck Justin right there, he had decided. Then kill him. "I, uh, I was excited . . . uh, for you."
"For me? Or, were you just excited?" Justin asked, staring straight into JC's eyes, into his soul. He accentuated the 'excited' by trailing his hand up the length of JC's calf.
"I-I was happy that you found happiness."
"That's sweet of you, Jace." JC was beginning to feel like Justin was preying on him. "Jace, do you have any big secrets like that from me? 'Cause, I think we should know everything about each other," Justin said, while raising himself up so that he was hovering over JC.
"Uh," JC replied stupidly, no idea of what he should say.
Justin smiled at JC as he lowered himself down over JC, so that JC was pinned underneath him. "Or, did you realize that we already know everything about each other?" Justin purred, his mouth inches from JC's.
JC's erection was painful and digging into Justin's thigh. "I hate you," JC mumbled as he reached up and captured Justin's mouth with his own. Justin let his body fall onto JC's as their kiss deepened. Justin entered JC's mouth first and he began grinding his hips against JC. JC groaned, unable to take all of this without an explanation. He reluctantly ripped himself away. "What the hell is going on?"
Justin looked at JC with innocent doe-eyes, "What?"
"JUSTIN!"
"Well, I believe we just kissed, finally."
"NO SHIT! . . . finally?"
Justin smiled, knowing he had won, and a little taken with the sweetness and innocence with which JC had said that last word. "Yes, finally, Jace. I love you," Justin leaned down and took JC's lips with his own, but this time in a more chaste, more loving, kiss.
"I, I love you, too, Just," JC said, reaching up for another kiss.
"No kidding," Justin smiled.
"How did you know? I don't get it. I never told anyone."
"I realized you loved me when I realized I loved you, Jace. I realized that when I looked at you, I felt nothing but love burning between us. You looked at me the same way. You didn't have to tell anyone; I told me."
"That's kinda sappy, but I understand," JC grinned.
Justin laughed, "Yeah, well I thought maybe you'd come out to me when I came out to you, but you were too stupid."
"I didn't know you'd feel this way for me. I don't know why you could see it, but I couldn't."
"You wouldn't let yourself see it. You don't have the Justin Timberlake ego, Jace," Justin grinned.
JC licked Justin's lip, "I guess you're right. I love you. I love you. I loveyouIloveyouIloveyou."
"I love you more than anything, too, Jace," Justin beamed.
"One more question, Justin."
"Yeah Jace?"
"Why did you know that TONIGHT I would decide to come here to tell you how I felt?"
"I didn't. I didn't know what was taking so long and I was trying to speed the whole process up so that I could kiss you sooner." Justin kissed JC once more.
JC trailed his hand over Justin's spiky buzz cut, "You're amazing, Justin. You know that?"
Justin grinned cockily, "Yes, I do."
JC laughed and rolled his eyes, "Sorry, I forgot whose ego I was talking to."
Justin just grinned even bigger. "So, now what do we do?"
"You're asking me? You've been ordering me around all night!"
Justin laughed, "That's not a bad idea."
JC laughed, too, "No, I guess it's not a bad idea."
"Well, this is a slumber party, right? Shouldn't we be staying up all night in bed together?"
JC nodded his head as Justin ran his hand up underneath his undershirt. "That sounds like a good plan Justin." JC groaned as Justin helped him lift his shirt up over his head.
"You're so beautiful, Joshua."
JC smiled to himself, Justin only called him Joshua when he was completely serious. JC and Justin rolled on to the bed a little more when they heard a crunching noise.
"Shit."
"What is it, Jace?"
JC held up a few bottles of nail polish, one of which had broken underneath them. There was a thin trail of orange polish dripping down JC's arm. Justin laughed, and then stopped. He had another idea.
"Jace?"
"Mmmph?"
"How did that pedicure I gave you feel?"
"Honestly, it felt really hot when you put the nail polish on me, why?" JC paused. "Ohhhh."
Justin reached down for a bottle of nail polish. "Take off your pants, Jace. I'm not done decorating you yet."
"Yessir," JC chuckled, as he pushed his pants off his body. He reached for his boxer shorts, but Justin's hand stopped him.
"You're doing what I tell you tonight, and I didn't say you could take those off, did I? That's my job. Just sit back."
"Yessir!" JC leaned back against the bed while Justin moved back so that he was on his haunches, facing JC. Justin picked through the bottles of nail polish and pulled out the yellow.
"You have an orange arm. Now it's time for some yellow." Justin said. He straddled JC's legs and began to paint JC's chest with yellow swirls. He started by going down the middle of his chest and then looping around his left nipple. He could feel JC writhing underneath him. "If you don't stop squirming we're going to have to hose you down and do this again, Jace."
"Uhhhhhhh."
"You have such a way with words."
JC grunted again as Justin paused and licked at and then lightly bit Justin's nipples one at a time. Justin's face had streaks of yellow on them from the still wet nail polish when he finished.
"Green! Where's a good place for green, Jace?"
JC replied by bucking his hips.
Justin smiled brightly, "I can do that!" He began painting around the waistband of JC's boxers. He allowed the small head of the brush to dip below the line of JC's boxers. Then he paused and slowly pulled down JC's boxers with his teeth, revealing JC's erection, and causing some green polish to find it's way to the underside of Justin's chin and into his stubble. Justin took the brush again and began making curly q designs on JC's hips.
"Justin. You. Are. Such. A. Tease."
"You like it!" Justin laughed as he opened up the red. "Hmmm." His eyes began to glint as he started making straight lines up JC's inner thighs. JC began writhing again in earnest. JC almost lost control when he suddenly felt Justin's mouth take him in hungrily, the nail polish forgotten. JC lazily thought that Justin must have given many blow jobs before, as he created some suction with his mouth while bobbing up and down over him. JC still couldn't believe any of this was happening; he just came in to Justin's room to talk, and now . . . .
"Justin! I'm going to come!" he yelled.
Justin sped up a little and swallowed and then sucked JC dry. He then went up to kiss JC, and JC could taste himself in Justin, and he found it to be the most erotic taste ever. When they parted JC whispered hoarsely, "That blew my mind. Thank you. I love you so much."
"I love you too."
And then JC looked at Justin and he began to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"You have a green chin, yellow lips, orange hair from when I touched you, and red cheek bones."
"Really?"
"Yup. It's hot. You should wear it all the time, Just."
"Only if I can apply it that way. Oh, and I'm not done yet. Turn over."
"Uh, OK," JC agreed.
Justin opened up the bottle of baby blue nail polish and wrote in big thick letters the words "Property of J.R. Timberlake."
"What'd you write, Just?"
"You'll see; just let it dry, OK?"
"Fine. Justin?"
"Mmmph?"
"This is better than any slumber party I ever went to."
Justin smiled his cocky grin again, "Yeah."
The next morning JC and Justin walked onto the bus tired, but happy. JC bent over to grab a mug for some coffee, and Chris pointed at his waist, which was visible between his T-shirt and his shorts, and he said, "Hey! Why do you have green shit all on your waist?"
Lance eyed Justin's face carefully, "And why do you have a green beard?"
"And what's with that charge for new sheets in your room, Justin?" Joey asked.
Justin and JC exchanged a glance before replying in unison, "Slumber party."