Southern Couple

• Disclaimer -

This story isn't real, it's all fiction. It contains the members of the boyband *nsync and bsb, along with a couple of other pop stars (Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Pink). Keep in mind though, that I don't know the sexuality of any of these celebrities, and for all I know they could enjoy large orgies including all three of them. But yeah, that's probably not true. So keep that in mind.

• Information -

Okay, the things you need to know are this, the story takes place in a highschool, but that won't be most of the setting. But it's highschool aged teenagers involved in relationships. Some of them are sophomores and some of them are seniors, and now I'm going to tell you who is who in the story.

Justin is the main sophomore, with his friends...Nick, Britney, Lance, Christina, Alicia and Summer. (Alicia is Pink and Summer is my friend. LOL. She's not a celebrity, at least, to you, to me is she is an awesome celebrity. A writer and a director. Of which I can't wait for the sequel. You know what I mean)

Brian is the main senior, with his friends, Joey, Howie, Josh, and A.J. (Kevin and Chris may come into the story later, but being the huge age difference for them both to everyone else in reality, I figured I would try and apply that in the story. They may come back as graduates, but I'm not sure yet.)

So that's what you need to know, now I hope you enjoy the story.

• Southern Couple -

• by -

• Baby Brown -

Justin was silently praising god that he got this lucky oppurtunity. He was still a sophomore, but because of his great year on the jv basketball team as a freshman, and the promise that he would be the starting center of the varisty basketball team this year, he was just that, lucky. During the offseason he wanted people to realize that he wasn't just a jock, but someone trying to learn alot about sports, so he became a trainer for the football team. Basically it entailed him to hand out towels, and make sure the guys had drinks during practice.

He was just lucky for the oppurtunity, he was thanking god for the chance to see all of the football players in and out of their uniforms. He was gay, no one knew it except his closest friends, so that made it perfect for him in the lockerroom. He was just another jock and no one thought anything of it. So when he was handing towels to dripping wet, muscular, well built adonises he could take peaks and make comments and no one would think anything of it.

"Nice cock Howie, you been shaving?" The guys following Howie Dorough out of the showers just laughed at Justin's comment, and Howie joined in too.

"The ladies like it smooth little boy." Howie smacked him on the ass as he kept moving, the towel swinging over his shoulder. Justin looked at the next to exit and couldn't think of a comment. There before him stood Brian Litrell, the quarterback of the football team, not to mention only the most popular senior in the school. Justin's friends all knew he had a crush on him, and Justin was surprised that he didn't know either, because when ever he had the chance to look at him, he did.

Brian just smiled, and Justin continued to stare at him, Brian was always the last to exit the showers, and today was just the same.

"No comment?" Brian asked with a smirk, waiting for Justin to respond. Justin absentmindedly let his eyes travel downward and cast onto Brian's cock, it was thick and bigger than his, even soft...he didn't realize that Brian was watching him watch him, didn't realize it until Brian faked a cough. Justin looked up and blushed, and then handed Brian a towel. "Don't worry, I've been told it's breath taking."

Justin tried to mumble something, but Brian just smacked his ass like most of the other guys did and went to get dressed. Justin practically fainted into the wall cussing himself out, he didn't know how he could have been that stupid. He could just tell that Brian was going to tell all the guys and then they would tell the whole school and every would know about him being a faggot.

He couldn't worry about that though, he had work to do still. He walked into the showers and made sure they were all turned off, made sure that all the soap was off the floor, and made sure that nothing was clogging the drains. When he made sure that everything was in order in the showers he headed out to the coach's office and made sure that everything was turned off and that the lights were out. Finally he was suppose to clean up the locker room, make sure towels were in the bin for the janitors, and make sure that every one had taken home their equipment and clothes.

He made his way out of the coach's office and then took around the bend for the locker room, he was surprised to see that someone was still in the locker room. He suddenly wanted to run the opposite way when he realized it was Brian. Apparently he was taking his sweet time getting dressed. He was only in his jeans, and was still putting on deodorant. He turned around mid way through putting on a black tank top and smiled at Justin.

"Sorry, I'll be done in a minute...I know you have to clean up and all, I don't wanna mess with your schedule and all." Brian apologized and grabbed his bag. Justin couldn't help but think how hot he looked in that tank top, his muscular arms stretched with the weight of his bag full of heavy gear and pads. He was snapped out of it when he realized Brian was standing close to him.

"Oh, um, well, that's okay." Justin managed to stammer out.

"So listen, I was wondering, and I might be totally out of line here, but would you wanna go out to tonight, grab dinner or something?" Justin went from staring at the ground, to staring directly at Brian, he couldn't believe it, Brian Litrell was asking him on a date. He was asking him to go out, he wasn't even sure of what to say.

"Um, well, I, yes."

"Great, could you write where you live down on this piece of paper for me? And if it's alright with you I'll pick you up at 6. Is that okay with you?" Brian politely asked, and Justin could do nothing but take the paper and shake his head up and down. He wrote down his address and handed it back to Brian. Brian smiled and took it. "So, I'll be by your house at 6?" Brian asked to get some assurance and Justin still could do nothing but shake his head. "Great, see ya then."

Justin just shook his head again and watched Brian leave the lockerroom. He stood their for about five minutes, watching the door, and then looking back at the lockers, and then back at the floor, and finally he realized he should probably finish up and get home so he could get ready. He rushed about the locker room, grabbing all the towels and throwing them into the basket. He did one last run around, hit the lights and stepped out into the light of day. It was cold, and he wondered how Brian had managed in the cold in just a tank top, he was freezing in long sleeves, but he couldn't think about that now, instead he rushed to his mother's car, and she pulled out.

"What took you so long?"

"Nothing, one of the players were late, so I was late." Justin replied, trying to act calm and collected. He loved his mom to death, but some times she just was too nebby.

"Really, well, what do you say we go grab some McDonalds? I'm kind of hungry." Justin tried not to freak out at the comment, but he could tell he sounded upset by it.

"No"

"What do you mean no?" She asked a little confused by her son's brash behavior.

"I mean, I have plans tonight, with some friends, ya know, Nick and Lance. We're gonna go out to dinner at six, is that alright." Justin wasn't good at lying, especially to his mother, and he couldn't almost say with a one hundred percent positivity that his mom knew he was.

"Well, then we better get you home to get ready." She replied and Justin breathed in heavily. He couldn't believe she was okay with it, the well at the beginning of her sentence was almost a dead clue that she wasn't believing it, but for some reason she said yes, and he wasn't going to argue it or question it.

When they pulled into the house Justin leapt out of the car and up the steps. He was undressed by the time he hit his bedroom and the his boxers were in his hand as he ran into the bathroom. He turned the water on and regulated the temperature, and got in. Even though he had been playing any sport himself, he still had the odor of sweaty jocks on him from the locker room, and he had to watch extra good to get it off.

He ran his hands through his hair, sudding it up with his shampoo, and then he did the same with his soap, making sure to get every inch of his body clean. He was probably in the shower for a half an hour before he turned it off, twice as long as he usually would spend in the shower. But he wanted to be extra clean and nice for this date. With the towel wrapped around his waist he stood in front of the mirror and brushed his teeth.

He smiled into the mirror, showing off his pearly whites, and was satisfied. Moving on he grabbed his deodorant and laid it on thick, he knew he was going to be sweating and nervous, and he wanted to make sure his deodorant didn't give up on him. He looked again into the mirror and looked at his face, he was a good looking kid, no blemishes, no scratches or scars, he was just...young. He was 16 and he still didn't have to shave except for maybe once a week.

It disappointed him that he was still smooth, he was truly a babyface and his friends never let him live it down. But he couldn't let that get him down, not today.

He let the towel drop to the floor and stood to admire the rest of himself. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't fat at all. He had some muscle on him, including a six pack, but he wasn't as well defined as half of the players he admired in the locker rooms, either on his basketball team or the football team. His legs were muscular, but thin, and he could say the same thing about his arms. But he was on the taller side, and quick. Then he thought back to the locker room, and he realized he definetly wasn't as equipped as Brian.

Then he began to think about what his friend Nick had told him, that the guys liked a shaved girl. Justin wasn't a girl, and he wasn't very hairy down their either, but he suddenly started feeling very unsure of his pubic hair. Howie did it, and maybe Brian would want him to do it. He took out the scissors in the closet and trimmed it over the bathtub, trimming it as low as he could get it.

He wiped it up and then pulled on his boxers. He was done in the bathroom and he made his way over to his bedroom to grab some clothes. He immediately went for a pair of jeans, always comfortable. He pulled them on and then got his belt and some socks. Now he just had to find a shirt. He grabbed a wifebeater out of his closet and pulled that out and then made his way over to his dresser. It was cold outside, and he looked good in warm clothes so he grabbed a nice turtleneck sweater and pulled it on. He wore those clothes all the time, so it didn't even look like he was dressed up.

For a final touch he grabbed his cologne and sprayed it on, making sure to get all of his body in it. He grabbed his watch, pulled it on, looking at it he realized he still had half an hour to wait and nothing to do in it. If he went down stairs his mom would bug him about his plans, so he grabbed his phone and dialed up his best friend's number.

"Hello"

"Nick, hey."

"Hey Just, what's up?" Nick sounded a little out of it and Justin shook his head, figuring Nick was probably smoking up.

"I'm just bored, I'm going out in like half an hour, but I need to kill some time."

"Who you going out with? I'm here, and Britney's with me, and Lance is bringing Christina over in like ten minutes. So who are you going out with?" Justin could hear laughter in the background, a high pitched giggling, which meant Britney.

"I do have other friends Nick, I could be going out with Alicia and Summer if I wanted to." Justin knew Nick wouldn't believe it, he'd probably make a stupid comment about it or something. "Alright, so yeah, I'm going out with a guy, I got a date."

"Oh, cuz I was going to say, Alicia and Summer are working tonight." Nick replied seriously, and before Justin could say anything he processed what was said to him before. "You got a date...dude with who?" Nick was suddenly excited, and then Justin heard another click.

"You got a date?" Justin cringed at Britney's voice, she was a nice girl, but she could be so god damn loud and hyper. "You gotta tell us with who...we are so your bestfriends, you can't keep a secret from us."

"Yeah, I'm your best bud. Who covered for you when you got drunk at my place and fell asleep in the bath tub? If that doesn't count for something then I don't know what does." Nick and Britney both started to laugh, and Justin knew they were both high.

"Alright, but if I tell you guys you can only tell the others. Cuz I don't know if he's out or not, or if he wants people to know. Got it?"

"Got it." Britney answered for them and they both remained silent.

"He's a senior, Brian Litrell." Nick and Britney continued to remain silent, Justin wasn't sure why. He began to think of every reason, maybe they were making fun of him, or maybe they didn't believe him. Or maybe they knew him and knew something that he didn't. Finally Nick broke the silence.

"You, you're dating the quarterback?"

"Well, it's just a date." Justin replied, not sure how to answer.

"Way to go Justy!" Britney screamed into the phone and Justin had to hold it back from his ears. "I'm so proud of you."

"Yeah, well I should get going, he'll be here pretty soon."

"later"

"Bye Justy"

All three hung up the phone, and Justin made his way out of the room. Once he got to the bottom of his stairs he slowly snuck out his front door, his mom didn't really notice, and he knew she wouldn't even notice he was gone until she went to check on him minutes after six, so he figured leaving early wouldn't catch her attention.

Sure enough Brian was pulling down the road in his truck anyways. Justin couldn't help but laugh, he had always found it funny that almost all the football players drove trucks. Brian's was by far one of the biggest, a dirty old truck, with a huge bed. It was the place to be after football games in the parking lot, or other events. Justin had never beenin. Brian pulled into the driveway and waited for Justin to get in, he smiled as Justin pulled himself up from the great distance. He wondered how he could do it so easily, and yet someone Justin's height was having trouble.

"Hey"

"Hey"

It started like that, and followed with some awkward silence, but Brian could tell Justin was nervous, and he knew that silence would probaby just make it worse. "So, do you like Chinese food?"

"yeah, I love it, but I haven't been in a while." Justin replied.

"Good, cuz I was hoping we could start out at that little Chinese Buffet outside of town. And then maybe go to the drive in, or the park or something, what ever you wanna do." Justin smiled, Brian was just too polite. He ever had to come out to his mother, he would think that Brian would make a good impression on her.

He smiled, and the date had begun.

TBC.....(Please send me feedback........please.........good or bad is appriciated. Thanks, hope you enjoyed)