So, Justin and Britney no longer an item? We all should know by now that means it's my chance to move in. He's mine! Y'all better keep your hands and minds off of him. I don't like to share. I ain't joking about that. THE BOY IS MINE!
MH, thanks for all your help with the editions, God knows I need them. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, you should know that I appreciate all you do.
To the ladies in my life: Jordan, damn sis, I miss ya! Where've you been? Marie, Hey girl, sup? You takin' care of yourself? Karen, we don't talk much no more. You doing alright? I'm missin' y'all.
DLS, bout time you started writing again. Not too impressed that things aren't going the way I want them to, but I guess it is your story, after all. You know I love ya, and I'm glad we're talking on a more frequent basis. Matt, on the other hand. You gotta get your ass online more often cause I ain't talkin' with you enough. I just hope you're takin' care of yourself. And yeah, I love ya, too.
Of course we all know this is from my head, which is an interesting place to be might I add. It's not real, I don't know which way any of these guys swing, but if I did, I assure you it's completely coincidental.
Enjoy and write me: bigdaddycool_0813@hotmail.com
Much love y'all, Drew
THIS GIFT -- Last Time
"Drew... he doesn't want me..."
Jeff grabbed me up in a hug, "He doesn't mean it... he doesn't mean it. Here, come." Jeff pulled me into his room. "Come on, let's get through tonight, things'll look better in the morning."
The last thought going through my head as I fell asleep was the heartbreaking thought that Drew, the love of my life, didn't want me anymore.
THIS GIFT -- Chapter 15***
Before I opened my eyes I knew something was off. The chest my head was resting on was somewhat larger than I remembered. This person's breathing was a little quicker. Their smell was kinda spicier. I just knew it wasn't Drew, and things weren't adding up in my head. I slowly opened my eyes, focusing on the naked chest I had been laying on. 'No, that doesn't belong to Nick or Drew...' Peeling my eyes off the very masculine chest, I noticed that it was Jeff I had been sleeping on, and damn but did my mind start racing. 'I didn't... did I?'
Glancing downward, I notice the totem poll raising the blanket below... That was as far as I was gonna look. I slipped out of the bed, afraid of waking him. That's the last thing I needed right now. Dressed in my boxers and a t-shirt, I walked downstairs in search of some orange juice to jumpstart my day. I really wasn't looking forward to it.
Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed myself a glass of OJ and dropped into a chair, pulling yesterday's newspaper in front of me. I just glanced over it, nothing really different. Accident here, harassment there, shoot out down on Main Street - nothing out of the ordinary.
Just as I was turning a page, the telephone began to ring. Snatching it up off the table, and jabbing the talk button. "Yello!"
"Yo man, is D home?"
It was Justin Timberlake. A smile instantly came to my face. "J! Sup man?"
"Not much, ah've jus' been chillin'. How you been?"
"Wish I could say good, but I've had better days."
"You a-ight?" Concern clearly expressed through the phone.
I sighed. "I'll be fine, just not having a good couple of days."
"Yo man, you wanna meet up an' talk 'bout it?" He asked. "I'm in L.A., we could go fo' coffee or sumpin'."
"How'd you know I was in L.A.?" I questioned.
"Um, lucky guess?" He tried, bringing a smile to my lips.
"Sure man, just lemma go shower and shit, and I'll call your cell."
"Sure, lata." There was a click as he ended our call. Damn I had to get ready, and fast. I didn't want to keep him waiting for long, what with his busy schedule and all. I ran up the stairs and headed directly for the shower. I quickly soaped up and rinsed my body, shampooing my hair as well.
Stepping out of the shower, I towelled off, brushed my teeth and vetoed the idea of shaving. I looked kinda sexy with the scruff beginning to grow.
With a towel wrapped around my waist, I went to Drew's room to quickly grab some clothes to wear. Rummaging around, I finally found the blue button down shirt and some khakis that truly complimented my physique.
Sprinting back to the bathroom, I jumped in my clothes, gelled my hair - mentally noting that I needed a haircut - and headed back downstairs, popping back in my room to grab my cell.
Once I had reached the living room, I grabbed up the cordless and dialled Justin's cell. After a couple of rings, he picked up. "Yeah?"
"J man, it's me. I'm ready."
"D? A-ight man, where you wanna meet?" It might've just been me, but it sounded like he was actually excited for this rendezvous.
"Wherever man."
"How 'bout da Starbucks on Santa Monica? You feelin' dat?"
"I'll be there in twenty."
"Great. See ya there." Now I know his voice oozed some enthusiasm -- I wasn't imagining it.
After hanging up with Justin, I phoned a cab company asking for a cab to come as soon as possible. With that done, I slipped on some casual boots and sat on the front step to wait.
Five minutes later, a cab pulled into the driveway, and the driver stepped out. "You call a cab, sir?"
"Yup yup, that's me." I quickly jogged up to the other side of the cab, jumping into the passenger seat. "Can you take me to the Starbucks on Santa Monica... if you get me there in like fifteen minutes, I'll tip you really good too."
"No problem sir, you'll be there in ten." He replied, obviously very glad that he had got me as a customer. I had no idea where the hell Santa Monica Boulevard was, I mean I'm not exactly a Los Angelesian or anything like that. I'm Canadian, born and bred. These damn American cities; I knew jack shit about them.
Time passed slowly, every minute drawing itself out to near hours. When I finally saw the Starbucks pop into view, I could've sworn it was four hours later.
"That'll be ten seventy-five sir." The driver replied as he pulled to the curb. Pulling two twenties out of my wallet, I handed them over, telling him to keep the change. "Thanks."
Exhaling a breath I hadn't known I was holding, I turned towards Starbucks. Walking up to the door, I wiped my hands on my pants, noticing they were slightly clammy. 'Why the fuck are you so nervous? It's only Justin.'
Opening the door, I walked in and allowed my eyes to roam the room, searching for my incognito friend. I hadn't even eyed half the room before I was swept up in a hug from behind. "You looking for a super-sexy pop star?" Justin had whispered in my ear.
"Why, how'd you guess?"
"You jus' looked da type." He let go of me, turning me to face him.
"You make me sound like a whore." I contorted my face into a semi-pout.
"You offerin'?" Justin cocked his eyebrow.
"Fuck you," I teased, slapping him on the shoulder. "Let's get me some caffeine before I fall back asleep."
"I thought you didn't drink coffee?" Justin asked, confused.
"You're right, I don't. But they've got these things here, caramel macchiatos. Damn they're fuckin' good!"
We walked up to the counter as Justin ordered two caramel macchiatos. As the guy behind the counter rang them up, I pulled out my wallet and paid, despite Justin's protests.
Grabbing a seat far from the windows, Justin carefully asked, "So, you wanna talk 'bout what's wrong?"
With a sigh, I placed my drink on the table. "Well, you knew I was with Drew right?" Justin nodded. "And then Drew and I broke up because he saw me kissing Nick. Drew wanted nothing to do with me, and Nick was always there, so caring, so loving that we started to do our own thing... well, Nick's back with Jessica now, and I got back with Drew, just like two days ago... and things were going good. I even let him have my most sacred thing - I gave him my virginity." Justin let out a quiet whistle, his intense blue eyes still focused on mine. "And now, after watching one of Justin's - Jeffre, not you - self-help tapes on homosexuality, he's decided we can't do this... it's just wrong.
"So, now I don't know where that leaves me. I'm just feeling so up in the air... I just don't know what to do."
"Sounds like you just need to get out and forget about some things for a bit. What've you been wanting to do lately?" Justin had placed one of his hands over mine on the table, eyeing me with genuine sympathy.
"I really need to get my hair cut..." I began.
"Done! As soon as we finish these," he motioned to the drinks on the table, "it's off to cut your hair. You are looking kinda wolfish."
"Yeah," I admitted.
"D, you ever think of highlights?" Justin squinted his eyes and tilted his head as if sizing me up. "I think you'd look good with blond ones."
"You think so?" I was sceptical, I never really change much with my hair.
"Yeah, and get a new hairstyle. This could work... I like it. You just gotta trust me."
Contemplating the idea in my head, I agreed that a change would do me some good. "Alright man, I'm trusting you. Don't make me regret it."
"Sweet."
We finished our macchiatos and headed out the door, hailing a cab to take us to this hairdresser that Justin recommended. "He's really good, I trust him with my hair, so you know he's got to be good." He had a point, anyone who was allowed to touch Justin Timberlake's hair had to be good with what they did.
Getting the cab was simple, there was a steady supply around here that I was grateful for. Justin, though wearing a cap and sunglasses, was easy to recognise and I wouldn't want to be caught in a mob.
We got to the stylist's place in twenty minutes, catching up on each other's lives the entire time. Even though I had no appointment, DaSergio, Justin's stylist, was willing to cancel his next three appointments so that he could return a favour to Justin.
Justin had explained to DaSergio what he thought would look good, and continued to look me over discussing things with a series of nods and shakes of his head. Finally, DaSergio clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's get this underway."
"D, I'm gonna be here in the waiting room... I can't go in with you... sorry, his rules." Justin explained pointing to DaSergio.
"Uh... no problem, I guess. I hope I'm not too long."
"Don't worry about it. I've got all day." He sat himself down in a chair and picked up a magazine to read.
About two hours later, a hair treatment, some tints, a trim, eyebrow waxing, and a pair of brown contacts I was finished. I wasn't exactly sure of myself, but I had to admit I did think I looked hot. "DaSergio, never let anyone tell you that you can't work miracles."
"Thank you. You feel good, no?"
"I feel great! So, how much do I owe you?" I reached for my wallet.
"No charge, Mister Timberlake has already taken care of the bill." He explained, ushering me towards the door to the waiting room.
As he opened the door, I walked out looking at the floor unsure of whether or not I wanted to see Justin's reaction. Thankfully, Justin had been dozing so I really didn't need to worry about any first impressions off hand. Behind me, DaSergio cleared his throat slightly causing Justin to rouse from his slumber. His eyes travelled, starting from my feet, up my body until he finally focused on my face. His mouth dropped open as his eyes opened in disbelief.
Jumping from the chair, he closed the distance between us wrapping me in a tight embrace. "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look?!"
"Um, not really..." I was blushing way beyond crimson.
"Fucking hot!" He exclaimed, pushing me back far enough to look me over again. "Damn! Just... dayum!"
Justin's praises were doing well for my ego and wounded soul. He continued to look me over from top to bottom, drinking in the new me. "You know what you need now?" He paused giving me a chance to offer my advice. When none came, he continued, "An eyebrow ring! Joey has one and it looks phat. I'm telling you, we gotta get you one!" His excitement overwhelmed me. Drew never got this excited over me, hell, neither did Nick.
"An eyebrow ring? Are you insane? Do you have any idea how much that's gotta hurt?"
"Open you mouth." I complied opening my mouth as Justin looked inside. "Probably about as much as that one there on your tongue." He added with a smile. The smile - the one that melts my heart and makes my knees weak. I knew there was no way that I could refuse.
I sighed for show, "Alright, let's go get it done."
Justin whooped victoriously, putting his arm around my shoulders to lead me out. Thanking DaSergio one last time, Justin ushered me out the door. "I know this place, it's where I get my tattoos... they're clean there. It'll be good for you."
"I'm sure it will be," I mocked enthusiasm.
"Oh, come on. You know it'll be fun." I had to admit Justin was right, this was kinda fun. I've never really truly spent enough time focusing on me lately. It was somewhat refreshing.
Hailing down yet another cab, we slid in the backseat while Justin told the cabby where to go. The entire time in the backseat of the cab, Justin couldn't take his eyes off me. His eyes shone with something I couldn't quite place, and damn if he kept smiling at me like that...
Finally reaching our destination, Justin paid the cabby. Grabbing my hand, he led me into the tattoo parlour even more anxious now that we were here. "This is gonna be sweet. Just wait and see." After filling out the required forms, Justin threw down a fifty on the table. "Jason, man, this boy here would like to get his brow pierced."
Jason leaned forward examining my eyebrow. "Ring or barbell?"
Even though he was asking me, Justin answered, "Ring. With a colourful bead. Let's say..." he glanced at the different colours possible. "Blue. Yeah, blue."
"Blue-beaded ring it is. I'm just going to prep the room, I'll be back." Jason picked up the fifty and placed it in the cash register before walking down a hallway leading further into the building.
"Blue?" I asked, sceptical.
"Yeah, it's a sweet colour, it'll bring attention to your eyes when you don't have your contacts in, and 'sides... it's my colour, man -- you know that."
Of course I knew that; Justin constantly wore blue, whether it was visible or not. I remember the time I had walked in on him taking a piss in the bathroom, his pants around his ankles and blue boxers around his knees. Did I mention he's got a cute, tight ass? Cause he does.
Jason returned to show us to our room. "Linda will be with you shortly," and with that he left Justin and me alone.
"Are you nervous?"
"What do you think, J? I'm about to get something shoved through my eyebrow. Of course I'm nervous."
"Don't be, I'm here for you."
"Yeah, and that helps me so much." I joked, though once he grabbed my left hand in his, I had to admit that he did ease my nervousness somewhat.
Linda walked in, not the typical piercer. This woman didn't have any piercings or tattoos visible, kinda shocking. "Let's get this done with as quick as possible. I have other people to get done today." She talked through the procedure as she marked where the ring should be. Justin squeezed my hand reassuringly, letting me know he was still there with me. My heart had to be beating a million beats per second.
As she clamped my brow, my nervousness increased three-fold. After taking the suggested deep breath, she shoved it through quickly. It was over in a matter of seconds but damn did it hurt a bit afterwards. "There you go. Here's a list of do's and don'ts, and instructions on how to clean it." She handed me a purple paper with the info written on it.
Feeling a little weak, I slowly crawled off the table that she had me sit on. "You alright, D?" Again, there was Justin with the concern. Damn, this boy was truly earning some brownie points.
"Yeah, just a little... umm, woozy?" I offered.
"C'mon, we'll go get you some water -- you'll feel better after that. Or do you want some juice instead? That could be better." It was obvious he hadn't a clue what he was talking about, but the fact that he was trying was so adorable. Grabbing my arm, he began to lead me out of the room, and out to the sidewalk. Walking down a couple of stores, we slid into a corner store, so that I could get something in me to shake the feeling of nausea that had come with my new piercing.
After buying a bottle of orange juice, and drinking about half in one sip, I turned to Justin, "So, how's it look?"
Justin leaned in close, really analyzing the new addition to my brow - which still hurt like a bitch I might add. "Well... you're oozing. Aside from that, I told you it'd look good. I can't believe you actually went along with it. But it looks real good. I like it."
"I'm oozing? What the fuck does that mean?!" I snapped.
"Relax, it's just leaking some stuff... it's normal. It looks good. I like it." He repeated.
"I'm glad you like it, but do you think I'll like it. What do you think 'bout the others, will they like it?" I was now beginning to have doubts.
"D, all that matters is that you like it. Who cares what the others think. And if you're worried about Drew, well... why should you be? Does he even know where you are right now? Has he even tried to call you? I mean, seriously, does he even care?" Justin was right. It didn't matter what anyone else thought, and although I had been worried about what Drew might think, those fears were thrown to the curb as quickly as they had been thought.
"You're right. No worries. So now whatcha wanna do?" I really didn't feel like going back to the house right now and having to deal with Drew, or Nick. Man, things just kept getting worse.
"Well, you could come back to the hotel with me and chill with the guys if you want. Other than that, it's up to you."
Seeing as how I didn't have anything else to do, I wasn't gonna complain. I can't say I'm exactly a genius when it comes to creativity, and I usually just go with the flow. One of these days I'd develop a voice of my own, but for the moment I'm basically what you'd call a follower.
"I'm up for that. Haven't seen the guys in a while anyways." I conceded. With that decided, Justin called up the guys to let them know we'd be making an appearance, and not to go anywhere cause it was 'hanging with D day' and there was no way to get out of it. Justin explained how all the guys were really excited and couldn't wait for us to finally get there already.
Hailing down a taxi for hopefully the last time that day, we were en route to the guy's hotel, where the guys were staying while they were in LA. Just as I had thought -- Justin had the taxi driver drive around to the back so that we could enter through the service entrance and avoid the commotion that was outside the lobby.
Reaching the top-most floor, the elevator doors opened to a penthouse suite where Chris was in front of the huge television playing one of his video games as Joey and JC cheered him on. "Well, well, well. Nothing changes here, I see," I announced as Justin and I climbed down the three stairs leading to the common room.
"D!" Joey jumped off the sofa to grasp me in a hug. "How've you been? You look good, new style and all."
"Thanks, I was just transformed today. Justin does have taste after all, no?" I joked.
"Hey!" I heard Justin scream from another room after my semi-compliment finally sunk in.
"Justin has taste, there was never any doubt there. It's JC you gotta worry about." Lance made his entrance, busy towelling his hair dry.
"Hey!" JC feigned hurt.
"Babe, have you seen some of the clothes you wear?" Lance queried.
"Well, the clothes throw them off from thinking I'm gay. No normal gay guy would have such horrible taste." JC defended himself.
"You have to give him that." I agreed. I slipped down into a vacant spot beside Chris on the sofa, grabbing up a controller. "So, what are we playing?"
"I have no idea, it's one of Justin's games... you know him and his video games."
I actually didn't know what Chris meant. I mean, I knew Justin liked video games, but that was the extent of my knowledge. "No, whatcha mean?"
"You don't?" Joey asked in bewilderment. After shaking my head, he explained, "Justin and video games. They're practically married. Once you get him in the zone, it's next to impossible to get him out. Why do you think he's not allowed to play before concerts? He almost missed his cue one night because he just had to finish this level or beat that boss or something."
I found it funny, actually, how someone could be so addicted to basically nothing. I mean, drugs, I could understand; food, I could understand; but a video game? It just wasn't something I would've thought possible.
"J, are you serious?" I asked as he walked back in the room.
"Serious 'bout what?"
"Are you really that addicted to video games?"
He flushed a slightly reddish colour. "Sorta."
"Why do you think he has so many problems in the women's department. He chooses the games over them." Joey joked.
"Seriously?" I was somewhat shocked.
He slid in beside me on the couch. "I'd give them up for you."
It was so quiet I barely heard it. "Pardon?"
"Don't worry about it. So, who's kicking whose ass?" He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, slightly pressing himself against me. His scent wafted up my nostrils, easily distracting me from my game and allowing Chris to kick me ass.
"Well Chris is kicking mine now. I suck at these things." I shrugged, handing over the control.
"Lemme show you how a pro does it." With the controller in his hand it didn't take long before he fell into the zone, moving around with his character, tongue stuck out in concentration. And it wasn't much longer before Chris gave up, surrendering to 'the master' and throwing his controller to the floor.
"Alright, so here's the plan. We're all gonna head out to grab a bite to eat. So, where we're going." Lance came into the room, this time fully ready to be seen in public, with his hair all gelled.
"I'm actually in the mood for some Chinese." I suggested.
"Yeah, so'm I." Justin chimed in. I found it weird how he was coincidentally hungry for the same thing I was, but decided to push those thoughts away.
"You know you have no argument with me." JC supplied, giving Lance puppy eyes, knowing very well he'd give in to the Chasez charm.
Lance sighed. "Alright, majority wins, looks like Chinese it is. Anyone know of a good restaurant?"
JC was practically beaming. "Uncle Chan's! It's the best one I've been to yet. Oooh! Lemme give them a call and tell them I'm coming, they'll give us my special table." I laughed to myself thinking it odd that JC actually went there enough to have a table to call his own.
Some of the guys went to get changed while I waited in the living room part of the suite. It was only a matter of minutes before all of them were ready and raring to go. JC called for the limo, and we were soon on our way down the elevators to catch our ride.
Sliding into the limo, I grabbed a window seat so that I could look at the passing scenery, as much as there was in LA. Justin took residence beside me as Chris, Joey and Lance sat across from us. JC, being the last one in, sat beside Justin, directly across from Lance. The ride wasn't long -- Uncle Chan's was only about ten minutes away from the hotel -- and it had me wondering if JC had specifically asked for a hotel within walking distance of this restaurant.
Arriving at our destination, JC led us into the restaurant, seeing as he was the veteran of the group. The greeter at the restaurant led us to a secluded yet comfortable booth in the rear of the dining room. I noticed as we sat down that Justin made it a point to squeeze in beside me before Chris was able to grab a seat.
The greeter left us with the menus, allowing us to peruse over their selections. "So, JC, what do you recommend?" I asked, not having the slightest clue what would be delicious.
"Well, I like the imperial chicken, but their General Tao's Chicken is a close second. Tonight I'm feeling like getting some egg rolls, and some chicken fried rice. Maybe some chicken balls... I'm not really sure yet." Geez, you ask a simple question and get a life story.
As I was debating on whether I should get the imperial chicken or General Tao's, Justin leaned over, "You wanna share? I'll get one, you get the other, and we can share them. I don't really know what's good here, and I don't wanna get something that I ain't gonna like. This way I'm sure to like at least one of them."
It seemed like a good idea, so when our waitress came, I waited for the other guys to order before I ordered for both myself and Justin. I noticed a couple of weird smirks pointed in my direction when I ordered, but thought nothing of it. I was just here to enjoy my meal and the time I was spending with some friends of mine.
As we waited for our food, we conversed idly. There wasn't really anything new in the guys' lives, except for a couple of new songs JC was going to be producing. Joey and Chris groaned at the mention of the songs, as Lance explained that JC could be a little anal when it came to his music -- I knew he was a perfectionist, I just didn't realize to what degree.
Eventually our food arrived, and instead of dividing half of what I ordered with half of what I ordered for Justin - like I thought we were going to do - Justin opted to steal from my plate from time to time. It wasn't that I minded, it just seemed like every time he wanted something from my plate was when I wanted something from my plate, causing our hands to touch. I swear he did it for the sole purpose of turning those crystalline eyes on me, smiling like pure sunshine and apologizing. This boy was wearing me down.
Halfway through the meal, I felt Justin's hand drop to my thigh. I stiffened momentarily from the shock, though he didn't seem to notice. I silently pondered whether or not he knew his hand was on my thigh and not his own because he made no indications of consciously knowing his hand was there. It didn't seem to hurt either one of us, so I just let it be. Besides, the warmth from his hand was welcomed.
After our meal, JC assured us that a Chinese meal wasn't a Chinese meal until we each picked each others fortune. According to JC, the rule was you had to choose the fortune of the person to your left, which, to avoid hurting his feelings, we decided was a good idea. With a handful of fortune cookies on the table, we all stuck our hands in and grabbed one. One at a time we passed it to the person on our left, and had them read theirs out loud. As luck would have it, Justin was the one who passed me mine which read: "'Beware! You're heart shall be lost in the ocean.' What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Seriously, I can't even swim. How'll it be lost in the fucking ocean?"
"It doesn't have to be literal, a lot of these things are metaphorical." Justin pointed out, earning a shrug from me.
Munching on the remains of our cookies, it was decided that we were going clubbing. Naturally, the guys weren't dressed nearly well enough, or so they said, so we returned to the hotel for them to change. Glancing down at myself I supposed that I wouldn't look too bad and didn't really warrant a change. Besides, it wasn't like I was going to go back to Drew's house to get a change of clothes or something.
Justin was one of the first ones to emerge from his room, wearing blue jeans, a white wifebeater and a black button down shirt. Damn but he looked fine, and I had to remember to exhale the breath I was holding before I turned blue. "You like?" he asked, spinning around to show off.
"Um," I began, my throat suddenly dry, "yeah, I... I like it. It's nice, yeah." I felt like a total tool, stuttering and shit. Oh sure, like that's attractive. 'Wait, why do you want to come off as attractive to him?' I asked myself.
"Good, I was hoping you'd approve. I mean you're looking all fine and that wouldn't want to take away your shine by looking like shit." He smiled at me again, this time causing me to blush. "Why you blushin'?"
"I am?" I tried to play dumb. "Um, no reason, really... guess I just can't take compliments well." It was a believable excuse, seeing as how many people blushed when they were complimented, but it was the smile that really did me in.
Once again, JC showed us all that he indeed didn't have any taste, coming out of his room in some funky, furry-ass pants and a sleeveless black shirt that clung to him. I really didn't know how these guys hung out with him and his sense of style. I was really going to need some alcohol tonight.
As soon as all the guys were ready, we made our way back down to the limo and sat basically the same way as we had going to the restaurant, except in silence the whole way to the club. The arrival of the limo in front of the club caused a bit of commotion as everyone tried to see who it was that came. Once it was established that *Nsync was in the house, the need to get in was greater, and I noticed the door price increase a couple of dollars.
The guys led me back to a VIP room, which overlooked the dance floor, and had it's own personal bar and bartender. There were a couple of booths, and tables in case the group wanted to split up or some of the guys got their mack on. Apparently Justin was reading my mind because before we had sat down, he was pressing a drink in my hand. Not even knowing what it was called, or even what it contained, I downed the drink in record time earning shocked glances from the guys. "Damn! He ain't no easy drunk." Chris joked.
"No, I assure you I'm easy... it's just not easy to get me drunk." I clarified.
"In that case let's have a couple more," Joey smiled on his way back to the bar to order us some extra drinks.
I slid into the booth, not surprised when Justin slid in next to me. There didn't seem to be an order in which the other guys sat, as long as Justin was next to me, like an unspoken rule or something. The dance beats from the club were beginning to hit me, but there was no way in hell I was going to get up and dance without having a slight buzz -- so I'm slightly self- conscious when it comes to dancing, not everyone's a natural you know.
I continued to guzzle down the drinks, and eventually that buzz was upon me. Nothing could bother me now; a buzzed D is a pleased D, and that's the way it is. Noticing that everyone else was getting a little antsy in their seats, I suggested we hit the dance floor for a bit.
Making our way into the crowd was somewhat difficult until the people realised who it was that wanted some space on the floor. After that it was smooth sailing as they parted way for us, giving us plenty of space and breathing room. Within five minutes, however, the wide berth closed in and swallowed us whole. It didn't matter to me with my buzz on, I hadn't a care in the world. I danced up on whoever I chose, mentally noting that for a straight club the guys weren't complaining so much. I continued drinking on the dance floor as Joey, Chris, or Justin kept handing me drinks. Oh yeah, this was a night that I truly needed. I hadn't been out in so long, and I was really beginning to enjoy myself.
As I was grinding up against some redheaded girl, Justin weaseled up behind me and started doing his thing, bumping and grinding at my rear. I didn't realise who it was until he leaned forward yelling in my ear the guys wanted to do shots up in the lounge. Not one to pass up shots, I thanked the girl and followed Justin up the stairs.
Walking up to the table, I noticed they took their shots seriously. The table was covered in shot glasses already full of tequila. "So, how do y'all do this?" I wondered. Everyone has their own way of doing shots.
"Well, this is a shot glass," Chris began pointing to a glass, "And in it there's alcohol that you must drink."
"I know that, smartass." I punched him playfully in the arm noting that I had a slight slur to my voice. I was beyond buzzed now. "Like, here... this is how we're gonna do it, k?"
I left them for a minute while I went to the private bartender and asked him for some limes, a knife and some salt. I headed back to the table with my tools, earning odd glances from the guys. Placing a lime on the table, I began to cut it into slices, the guys continually glaring at me with awe. "What's the fruit for?" Joey slurred, arms around some blonde girl.
"Patience, you'll see." After I had cut up all the limes, I was ready for my demonstration. "Now, I dunno 'bout y'all, but this is how we Canadians like to do shots. Justin, can I borrow you?"
Slightly worried, Justin agreed, inching his way toward me. "Here, hold this in your mouth, and don't eat it." I said holding a slice of lime to his mouth. "Just slightly with your teeth, ok? Yeah, like that." The guys looked on with amusement as I began to explain. "Now, you have to..." I opened Justin's button down slightly and licked up the side of his neck, "lick their neck like so." As I pulled back, Justin's eyes grew wide with shock momentarily. "Then you sprinkle the salt on the spot you licked," I explained sprinkling some salt on Justin's neck. "Now watch what I do." I explained grabbing a shot glass in my hand. I slowly and sensually licked my way up Justin's neck, hearing him whimper and bringing a smile to my lips. With that done, I quickly downed the tequila and brought my mouth to Justin's to grab the lime. He let it go pretty easily, which wasn't really any fun, and I chewed the lime up until all that was left was the rind.
"Now that's how you do it." The guys were all looking at me with a mixture of shock and bemusement.
"Wow! That's like... damn. Why didn't we know about that before?" Chris was absolutely amazed by the notion of a body shot. I couldn't believe they hadn't known about them.
"Now that was from that end, the drinker's end. Now Justin, I want you to do the same to me, k?" I asked grabbing a lime and sliding it in between my teeth. I noticed Justin swallow a lump in his throat as he nodded. Slowly leaning in, he licked my neck quickly, not nearly as well as I had licked him. He then sprinkled the salt and took a deep breath as if to steady himself. Finally, he licked his way up my neck, swallowed the amber liquid and as he tried to grab the lime from my lips, I brought it into my mouth locking lips with him. He tried desperately to reach the lime with his tongue, fighting with mine to hand it over. I rose my left hand to the back of his neck, holding the kiss as he finally won the battle, stealing the lime. As we parted, I heard him pant slightly before chewing the lime and throwing the rind on the table.
"Now that was intense!" Lance exclaimed, as Justin stood frozen.
"You don't even know the half of it." I replied, a smile curving my lips.
After doing our fair share of shots, the normal way since no one else seemed to want to try my way, we decided enough was enough and that we should call it a night. On our way back to the hotel, JC asked me if I was going to spend the night, to which I shrugged my shoulders. "C'mon D," Justin interjected, "it'll be fine, you can bunk with me, the bed's big enough for four." I didn't see a problem with it, and I certainly didn't want to go back to Drew and have him see me all drunk and shit. Sure. Pulling out my cell phone, I noticed that I had had it off. I turned it on, waiting for the service bars to light up so I could make a call to Jeff and let him know that I would be staying with some friends tonight. As the service bars lit up, the message tone sounded indicating I had a voice message. Dialling into the service, I learned that I had, in fact, four messages. Two ended up being from Drew just wondering where I was, one was from Justin Jeffre thanking me for watching the video with him and assuring me he was definitely straight, and the last was from Jeff wondering where the hell I'd been all day.
Dialling the number, I was glad when Jeff picked up. "Hello?"
"Hey Jeffy." I slurred.
"D, that you? Are you drunk?"
"Maybe sssslightly, yeah." I laughed. "I jusss wan'ed to call you and let you know I'm stayin' with ssssome friends tonight. K?"
"Alright, I guess. Um, thanks for calling though, I was worried all day and waited up for your call." Jeff explained. "Alright, good night. Will you be home tomorrow?"
"Should be. G'night Jeffy." I ended the call and wondered what time it had to be if Jeff had waited up for my call. Glancing at my watch, I noticed it was well after two in the morning. Damn time flew by when you were having fun.
"'Vry thing good?" Justin slurred.
I nodded, "Yeah, it's all good."
The rest of the ride was silent, it was after all after two in the morning and we were coming down off our alcohol-induced highs. Upon reaching the hotel, we jumped into the elevator, taking us up to the guys' floor. Justin rushed to the bathroom saying something about having to piss like a racehorse while everyone else wished me a goodnight and slid into their rooms. I wasn't about to just invite myself into Justin's room, so I sat down on the couch hoping he'd come back out to ask me if I'd join him.
I waited about three minutes before Justin called from his room, "D, aren't you gonna come sleep in my room?"
"Yeah, I was just waiting for you to ask." I explained walking to his room. I walked through the door, turning to close it just as Justin threw me up against it, pinning me using one of his hands to hold both of my arms above my head.
"D, you're so fuckin' hot. All day I've been looking at you and trying not to drool, and then you just had to go and fucking lick my neck and suck my tongue." I grinned thinking of how hot it was to do that. "Please, tell me you want me."
I figured the throbbing cock in my pants was enough of an answer, however Justin just wasn't picking up on it. With his face only inches from mine, it was easy to lean forward, our lips making contact. Taking this as consent, Justin began to kiss me, his soft lips sucking mine before he slid his tongue into my mouth. Parting for air, I looked deeply into Justin's eyes and remembered my fortune at the restaurant. His eyes were as blue as the ocean and I knew that my heart would belong to him if he wanted it to. His free hand started to roam my body before lifting my shirt off over my head. With my chest exposed, he broke our kiss and trailed his tongue down my neck and chest to rest upon a nipple. I whimpered aloud as he nibble and sucked on the little bud.
Making his was back up to my mouth, Justin pressed me against the door hard, this time rubbing his entire body against mine, thrusting into me and crushing me against the door. I felt his hard cock pressed against mine and moaned into his mouth as the painful friction sent a wave of pleasure through my body. Lost in the kiss, he let go of my arms and reached for my belt and unbuckled it. My pants fell to the floor, leaving me in my briefs and him fully clothed.
"Justin," I panted, "Too many clothes... you're in... too many clothes." I slipped his button- down shirt off his shoulders and felt my way down his body as I knelt before him. Slowly I undid his belt and opened his jeans, sliding them down his legs with ease. His cock stood out before me under the fabric of his boxers, and I didn't waste any time to pull those down to his ankles either.
His cock stood perpendicular to his body, straight out, throbbing and red. The tip glistened with precum. Leaning forward, I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue over the head, tasting the salty fluid. Justin let out an animalistic groan as I slowly licked my way down his shaft to his hairless balls, taking them in my mouth one at a time before licking back up to the tip. Opening my mouth wide, I slid his cock into my mouth, my lips a tight ring around his shaft. Placing my hands on his thighs, I found a rhythm, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth while my tongue flipped back and forth earning whimpers and moans.
Justin's hands eventually found their way to the back of my head and it was all I could do to take a deep breath and swallow Justin's cock to the hilt. A couple more times and Justin began bucking, thrusting his cock into my mouth as his hands held me in place. Fucking my face, Justin started panting, his breath hitching and muscles tensing. It was only a matter of time before he screamed my name and his cock pulsed and jets of his salty juice shot down my throat.
Spent, Justin slid down to the floor is a satiated state. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. "Wow," he panted with a wide grin. "You're incredible... and the tongue ring... sweet Jesus! That was the hottest blowjob I've ever had! Just... fuck... oh..." Justin didn't finish his sentence as he pounced, his lips finding mine, his body crushing me to the floor. His hands worked their way down my body so that he could remove my pants. "Let's take this to the bed." He suggested quite intelligently.
I noticed in my trek to the bed that Justin was fully hard again, ready to go another round. As I laid myself down on the bed, there was a knock at the door. Justin cautiously opened it a crack, keeping his naked ass out of view. "Here, you might need this." It was Lance.
"Thanks, Lance." Justin said closing the door and heading over towards the bed.
"What's that?" I asked, gesturing towards his hands, holding whatever Lance had given him.
Justin glanced at the tube in his hand. "Water based lubricant, and a glow-in-the-dark condom. Guess Lance thought we were doing the nasty."
"Well, we don't want him to have wasted his time, do we?" I asked as Justin slid onto the bed. Justin's eyes widened with shock. "Justin, I want you in me." I explained.
Justin swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded in understanding. After rolling the condom over his prick, he opened the tube of lube and applied a generous amount to my ass, rubbing it in. "I've... I've never done this before." Justin admitted. "What do I do?"
"Just go slow... you'll know when I'm ready." Justin nodded and lined himself up, slowly inching his cock inside me. He was slightly bigger than Drew, so it hurt a little more, causing me to wince with pain.
"You ok?" Justin asked, stopping.
"I'm fine. It hurts a bit, but please, don't stop."
Justin continued to slide into me inch by inch as he laid down on top of me, kissing away the tears that slid down my cheeks. When he was finally all the way in, he lay there allowing me to get accustomed to his rather large member before finding a rhythm, starting off slow and gradually speeding up.
As he raised himself using his arms for support, his cock slammed against my prostate, eliciting a groan. "Oh Justin, harder! Yeah, like that!" Justin began slamming into me, his cock probing my prostate. My hands roamed his sweat-slicked body, feeling his well-defined chest and abs. The headboard of the bed banged against the wall as he thrust himself completely into me, combining with our overly loud moans.
"Fuck me J, fuck, fuck, oh..." My body tensed as my cock spasmed between us, jets of cum spraying onto both his and my chest. My ass clamped down on his cock, milking it as he let out a loud guttural moan, slamming in a couple more times before unloading himself for the second time. Justin collapsed down beside me, not even bothering to remove himself from my ass as we both regained ourselves.
After we had both caught our breath, Justin eased himself out slowly, taking off the condom and tying it up, tossing it in the garbage. "D... you're amazing. God, you're incredible." I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or if he really meant it, but at the time it was exactly what I needed to hear.
"Not nearly as incredible as you are," I replied before drifting off to sleep.
I awoke to some stirring below me. Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself once again waking with my head on a chest that didn't belong to Drew. This time, however I could place the chest right away, remembering everything that had happened the night before. I had to admit, it was somewhat overwhelming to know I had a night of hot sex with the Justin Timberlake, but that thought was quickly discarded as a feeling crept into my body, a feeling I couldn't exactly place but somehow had me thinking of my fortune that Justin coincidentally had passed me last night. Maybe there was something to JC's superstition of handing the fortune to the person on your left. I wondered, laying there, whether or not Joey had a "gratifying experience" last night like his fortune had predicted, and, if he did, he should really be thanking me this morning.
Raising my head, I gently pulled myself up so that I could look down upon the angelic features that graced Justin's face in sleep. He was naturally beautiful; anyone who thought differently truly had no concept of beauty. I allowed my eyes to drink in his magnificence, wondering if this, us, was going to amount to anything or whether it was a one-time deal. I mean, all day yesterday he acted like he was into me, so that made me think that he was interested. But at the same time he was already involved with Britney Spears, and even though I knew she was a ho, I couldn't fathom why Justin would want to be with me when he had her.
I lay on my side for the better part of the hour, just staring down at Justin engrossed in my thoughts before his eyes fluttered open, lips curving upward in a smile as he focused on me looking down at him. "Hey," his voice was raspy, just as anyone else's would have been had they just woke up -- I was beginning to think that I had a thing for morning voices.
"G'morning sleepy head." I replied, smiling down upon him.
"What're you doing up already?" His arms flying out, stretching his body of his sleep.
"I've been watching you for the past forty-five minutes. Besides that, nothing. It's your pad, not mine. I ain't about to make myself at home in your place."
"Aww, am I that pretty that you sat here for forty-five minutes staring at me?" He meant it as a joke, though I answered him honestly that 'yeah, I did believe he was that 'pretty' Leaning forward, he brought his lips to mine, kissing me good morning. "Eeew, you have morning breath."
"I hate to burst your bubble, but it's not exactly like you've got the freshest breath at the moment, either, Einstein." I said, flicking him between the eyes with my fingers. "Now get up so we can take a shower."
"Ooh, together?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Naturally, we have to do our part in saving the planet, right? Conserving water today will be our contribution."
We both slid into the bathroom butt naked. As he adjusted the water, I ensured that we both had towels waiting for us for when we were all washed up. Once he declared the water to be the perfect temperature, I followed him into the shower, relishing the feel of the hot water running over my slightly sore back. When Justin had thrust me against the door last night, he seemed to have forgotten that on every door there's a handle.
The shower was pretty much uneventful, just us washing each other, sharing an intimate moment. I was actually glad that he didn't press for anything more. It showed that he wasn't expecting anything from me -- he'd only take what I was willing to give. After the shower we both got dressed, me wearing one of Justin's outfits since mine was smelly from the club. After assuring that we both looked presentable for our public that was most likely waiting in the main room of the suite, we walked our way down the hall.
Coming around the corner, the guys were all seated around the table eating the breakfast that JC more than likely had ordered for everyone -- seeing as how he was always the earliest to rise. "Well, well, well. The dead live!" Chris commented.
"What?" Justin asked. "We just slept in, that's all."
"I'm sure sleeping is all you did. We all heard it... and damn did it sound like someone was dying in there. 'Fuck me Justin! Harder!'" Joey teased.
"Ugngh! Fuck yeah, Drew!" Chris chimed in.
Justin and I both blushed, making our way to the table and filling out our plates. Noticing a variety of fresh fruit, I grabbed up a cereal bowl and placed a mixture of berries into a bowl, smothering them with sugar and drowning them in milk earning yet again looks of curiosity from the others. "I grew up on this shit, don't knock it!" I defended myself.
As much as they were willing to knock it, they were quick to pull out their spoons to give it a try, commenting on how it wasn't really all that bad. "You know, D, you're teaching us all some new things here. What with the body shots last night, the berries today... what else have you got up your sleeve?"
"You ever wanna learn French, gimme a call." I suggested.
"I got a sample last night," Justin grinned, "He's really good at it."
"I'm sure he is," Lance replied, voice thick with sarcasm.
"Oh, he is!" Justin assured them, to which he didn't get any disagreement.
"I don't remember teachin' you any French last night." I knew exactly what he meant, but wanted to see what smart-ass comment he'd come up with.
"Oh, but you did." He explained. "You were teaching me how to roll my tongue so I could pronounce the 'r' properly. I think I just about mastered it before you went down on me, melting my brain."
I could only smile at that. What was I to say? This boy was quick on his feet, the master of comebacks, and I wasn't going to try and battle with him. I hated to lose, that much was known, and I knew without a doubt that I'd lose against Justin had I tried to beat him with another comment.
"So, we have some publicity to do today," JC explained as he poured himself another glass of juice, "You're welcome to tag along if you want."
Thinking about the offer, I decided that I should head back the Degree house to see what was going to happen to me and whether or not I should be packing up and heading home. "No thanks really. I think I might have to head back to Canada soon, so I probably have some packing to do." As I said that a look of sadness crossed over Justin's face.
"You sure you don't wanna come with us?" he asked. "I'll pay someone to pack for you, if you know, you wanted to come."
"It's alright, J." I grabbed his hand under the table, giving it a slight squeeze. "I really don't like other people messing with my stuff. I'll just do it myself. Maybe we could get together afterwards?" I suggested.
"Yeah, sounds good, I guess. I'll give you a call after we're done."
Once we finished eating breakfast, Justin had called for a car to come pick me up. Being the gentleman that he is, he walked me, hand-in-hand to the elevator, finishing it up with a good- bye kiss just before the doors closed, promising to call me later.
The entire ride back to the Degree house, I couldn't help but reflect on the day I had yesterday. Justin focused completely on me. Though it might sound somewhat selfish, I had enjoyed it and believed that I did deserve it. It had been a while since I felt truly appreciated.
The limo dropped me off in front of the driveway, and as I tried to hand the driver a tip, he kindly refused explaining that Justin had already taken care of it. I thanked him again, and made my way up the driveway and into the house.
It was like a mausoleum walking through the door. Not a sound could be heard and I was left wondering where the hell everyone was. Climbing the stairs I glanced in everyone's rooms, noticing that the only person that appeared to be home was Jeff, still asleep. I guess waiting up for me to call had taken a lot of out him. I also remarked that Drew hadn't left me so much as a letter to explain where he was going to be, which I guess I deserved considering how he didn't know where I was all day yesterday -- though it's not like he cared, right?
I decided that I hadn't had enough sleep last night and that a little nap wouldn't hurt anyone. Sliding down on Drew's bed, I feel asleep within moments, still dressed in Justin's clothes, smelling his scent on me and feeling him in me, running through my veins.
I awoke several hours later to the sound of the front door slamming and the guys' voices carrying up the stairs. Deciding that I couldn't just hide from Drew forever, I pushed myself off the bed and stumbled my way down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, I came across all four Degrees sitting around the table with some McDonalds bags in the centre.
"D! Good morning!" Jeff exclaimed taking in my just-woke-up appearance.
I smiled, "G'morning."
Nick glanced at me without acknowledging my presence at all, no surprise really. "Hey D, did ya get my message?" Justin Jeffre was busily pawing through the bags in search of his food.
"Yeah, I got it. And you're welcome." I grabbed a seat, my eyes meeting Drew's.
"Um, we didn't know where you were so we didn't exactly get you anything." Drew explained. "But, you could have mine if you want." He truly looked sorry for not buying me any food, and I appreciated the gesture but I wasn't about to eat his food.
"No thank you, it's alright. Go ahead and eat it."
"You sure? It's your favourite, nuggets and cheeseburger." He tried.
I shook my head with a smile, earning a smile from him as well. "Naa, it's alright."
We sat in relative silence while the guys ate, and I stole sips off of Drew's ice tea every now and then. "D, where were you last night?" Surprisingly it was Nick who had asked.
"I was out with a friend, got a little drunk, so I spent the night." I explained, not believing I owed him any explication.
"Oh, I didn't know you had friends in LA." He said with a shrug.
"Neither did I, until they called me up." I stole some of Drew's fries, sure that he wouldn't mind. "If you must know, it was Justin Timberlake."
"How is he these days?" Drew asked, genuinely curious.
"He's doing good, I guess. He wasn't complaining or anything."
Jeff suddenly got out of his chair, squinting at me, before coming closer to examine my face. "D, is that an eyebrow ring?"
I had completely forgotten that I had had it done. I mean, after last night it's not like I remembered much of the day. "Oh, yeah. You like?"
Jeff smiled, "Yeah, it's sweet. I like the bead... it kinda matches your eyes when they're blue."
Drew grabbed me underneath the chin with his hand, pulling my face so that he could get a look-see. "What possessed you to do that? Not that it's ugly or anything, just curious."
I shrugged, "Something you'll hear about later."
Understanding crept over his face as his hand dropped from my chin. There was a slight tension in the room that nobody else but Drew and I seemed to pick up on. I guess if you didn't know what to look for, you wouldn't see it.
The rest of the meal was silent, everyone engrossed in eating their fine meals before they got cold. After they had finished, Drew excused us both so that we could go and discuss some 'personal matters'.
Dragging me up the stairs, Drew led me to his room and sat us down on the bed. "D, I'm really sorry for what I said the other night." He began. "It was really selfish of me to not think of how you were feeling."
"So, you can do this or... what are you trying to say here?" I asked, confused.
"I'm saying that, I should've found a better way to express myself. No, I really can't do this right now. I mean, that video sheds some light on things that I hadn't thought of before, and I just need some time to sort out who I am."
"Oh, fine time to decide this, right after you robbed me of my virginity." I spat.
"That's not fair, Andrew. You wanted it just as much as I did."
"I wanted it when I thought that you wanted to be with me! If I would've known two days later that you would've said you couldn't do this," I motioned to us, "then I most likely wouldn't have opened my legs."
Drew bowed his head, obviously stung by my statement. "I'm sorry. I really am."
"I'm sure you are." I replied, not sounding at all forgiving.
"I am!" Drew insisted. "Look. I can't do this right now, but who's to say that two weeks from now I'll feel the same? I was talking with the guys and they're gonna chip in to add another room onto the house for you. I don't want you to leave because I don't know what I would do without you in my life. I love you, Andrew. I just need some space right now."
"So you just want me to wait around like a dog on a leash? It doesn't work that way Drew! I'm not some animal you can just push aside and then expect me to come when you call." Drew looked down at his hands, fidgeting. "But, I do love you. God only knows why, but I do. And I will stay, if that's what you want. But realise this, if you ever feel like you're ready to finally do something again, you're gonna have to prove yourself. I'm not just going to go on blind trust anymore."
"Understandable," Drew said around an exasperated sigh. "I do love you," he voiced again, this time looking me directly in the eyes.
"I know you do, Drew. I love you, too... you've just... you've hurt me bad." I explained pulling him into a hug. "It just hurts to know you won't be with me right now."
"It hurts me, too." He sighed. "So, what's this about the eyebrow ring?"
"I got it done cause I wanted to try something new. That's why I got the haircut and the piercing. That and because Justin said I'd look hot, which apparently I do." I answered.
"You do," Drew agreed, and it bothered me slightly that he could still agree that I was hot, but couldn't accept the fact that he liked guys.
"And so I did it. I was kinda hoping you'd be mad about it because you hurt me so much. I just wanted to hurt you back... and I kinda did."
"Andrew, a piercing is not gonna make me mad at you. It's just something poking into you."
"Like many other things," I whispered low enough for him not to hear.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." I lied. "Look, Justin's supposed to be calling me after they're done whatever it is they're doing today. I just wanted to let you know."
"It's cool. Nick wanted to spend some quality brother-bonding time together anyway." Drew explained.
"Alright... so, if I come back, I'll sleep on the couch. I'll just bring a pillow and blanket down." I suggested.
"Don't be silly. You can sleep with me until the room is built. They're starting tomorrow. It shouldn't take more than a week."
As much as Drew insisted it wasn't going to be a problem, I knew differently. No matter how much he protested against me sleeping on the couch, I knew that was where I was gonna be. I just wouldn't be able to sleep beside Drew and not hold him. It would be better off with me on the couch anyway.
"So, I'm kinda hungry now, I think I'm gonna head to the kitchen and find something small to eat." I explained getting off the bed and walking towards the door.
"D, I meant it when I said we didn't know if you were here or not. That's why I didn't buy you any Mickey D's. I wasn't sure you were gonna be here to eat it."
"Drew, don't worry about it." I explained with a smile. "I understand."
Drew exhaled a breath almost like he thought I was gonna curse him for not buying me anything to eat. It wasn't like he had to or anything, after all, we weren't a couple anymore. My stomach grumbled, reminding me why I was leaving the room in the first place. In the kitchen, I grabbed some fruit, nothing fancy, just a couple of apples, some berries, a banana and a kiwi. Cutting everything up, I mixed them in a bowl, grabbed a spoon and headed to the living room to watch some TV.
There wasn't anyone in the living room, and I was silently grateful knowing that I could watch whatever it was that I wanted without having to compromise with anyone. Snatching the remote off the coffee table, I grabbed a seat on the couch, pulling my feet up under me. Balancing the bowl on the arm of the couch, I turned the TV on, tuning in immediately to MTV. Jeff walked in and slouched down in the chair diagonal from me with a sigh.
"Sup Jeff?" I asked, knowing something was on his mind.
"Not much." He sighed again, which from Jeff meant he had something he wanted to say, but wasn't sure how to go about asking.
"Jeff... just say it. It's not like I'm gonna rip your head off or anything. Maybe you penis, but not your head." I joked.
A small smile crept up the corners of his lips. "You can read me that well, huh?"
"Jeff, I can tell when something's on your mind."
Jeff sighed again. "Well, I guess I was just wondering how things are with you and Drew. He asked today if we'd mind pitching in on adding a room to the house. I mean, not like I would mind or anything, but... you're not gonna share a room anymore?" The confusion on his face was completely adorable.
"No," I stated simply. "We're not gonna share a room. Drew seems to think that he can't be with me, even though he still loves me deeply or so he says."
"Don't doubt him on that," Jeff interrupted.
"So because he still loves me," I carried on as if Jeff hadn't spoken, "I'm going to stay here. Truth be told, I really don't want to go back to Canada. I couldn't picture living my life without y'all in it. So I'm gonna live with y'all, and well yeah. That's it. Maybe further down the road Drew will realise that he wants to be with me, and maybe, if he can prove he's serious, I'll take him up on that offer. Until then... this is how it's gotta be."
"Oh." Jeff seemed down. "I just thought... well... I thought that if anyone was meant to be together, it'd be you and Drew. You know?"
"I thought so, too... but now I'm seeing other things." I replied.
Just then Carson Daily was introducing Nsync on TRL. I couldn't help it, as soon as Justin walked out I began to smile openly, staring on like a love-sick child. He looked really good, but then again, he always looked good.
Jeff caught the gleam in my eye, and looked from me to the TV and back again. "There's something going on with you and Timberlake, ain't there?"
"What makes you say that?" I asked, not realising my body was sending off a language of its own.
"The look in your eye, the smile on your face." Jeff prodded.
I looked at Jeff as if he were crazy before finally caving. "Ok, all day yesterday he focused his attention on me. He wanted me to feel better. He took me to Starbucks, he took me to get my hair cut, my eyebrow pierced, to a Chinese restaurant with the guys and then out clubbing. All day yesterday he made me feel special, something I haven't felt in a long time. It's like he devoted himself to me and Drew hasn't done that in a while. I may be selfish in saying it, but having Justin think of me, and only me that whole time, well... it felt good."
"I'd feel good if I had Justin's attention on me, too." Jeff laughed. "Just one question,"
"Shoot."
"Is he any good?"
My face probably turned six different shades of red, "Busted. How'd you know?"
"You're still walking funny." He pointed out.
"Well he is slightly bigger than Drew, and fuck he was amazing." I smiled, glad I was able to tell someone about it. "It was hot, kinda rough, but damn fucking sexy!"
Jeff just smiled, getting up and patting me on the shoulder. "I'm glad for you. You deserve to be happy." Just as quietly as he entered the room, he left, however, this time without the frown lines creasing his forehead.
I continued to watch Justin and the guys on TRL, thinking that this was probably the publicity thing they had to do. Carson was in LA doing some kind of special. Just before the hour was over, my cell phone began to ring. Reluctant to pull my eyes from the TV, I searched my pocket for my phone. Once I had pulled it free, I thumbed the send button activating my phone. "Hello?"
"Hey there, sexy!" Sweet Jesus! but it was Justin on the phone.
"Hey," I replied, blushing somewhat. "I was just watching you on TRL."
"Really?" I nodded, even though he couldn't see. "Well, how'd we look?"
"You looked amazing. I really believe that you should smile more often though."
"Why?" I could hear the smile in his voice already.
"Cause damn boy, you can get me to do anything when you smile." I chuckled as Justin made a little groaning sound.
"Anything?"
"You better believe it." I was grinning like a lovesick fool once again, lost in a state of infatuation.
"So, I was thinking you could come over tonight. It'll be me and the guys. Just watch some movies... if you want to come. If you don't, that's fine, it's just that I was hoping you would cause I was hoping to see more of you today. I'll let you pick the movies if you want."
"Justin!" I interrupted. "Stop rambling." I could tell he was kind of nervous, but Justin Timberlake nervous to ask me to watch movies with him? "Of course I'll come over... why wouldn't I?"
Justin exhaled a breath I'm sure he didn't even know he was holding. "Well, I dunno. Maybe you had other plans or something."
I laughed. "I already told you this morning that I'd be ready to do something tonight."
"Well, you can never be too sure. So you want me to send over a car?"
"Sure, I just gotta get ready and then I'll be there."
"Did you still want to pick the movies, or is anything alright?" He asked.
"You can pick 'em. I trust you have taste."
He laughed. "Well... I'm hoping I have good taste. So the car will be there for when you're done getting ready. Can't wait to see ya."
"Neither can I." Before I had the sentence voiced, Justin had already hung up the phone. Shaking my head with amusement, I got off the couch to go and get ready.
True to his word, the car was waiting in the driveway for me once I was done primping. "I'm heading out! I've got my cell!" I yelled as I ran through the door.
The ride was a quick one and the driver was nothing but polite, making casual conversation throughout the entire trip. I had chosen to sit up front with him because the back seat seemed a little lonely. He'd been with *Nsync for a couple of years now. Usually he catered to Justin's needs. Each of the guys had their respective assistants, and Luke just happened to be Justin's.
There wasn't exactly a mob outside the lobby of the hotel, so Luke let me off in front while I thanked him and he drove away. Looking the hotel over, I glanced at the very top where a balcony was illuminated; a smile instantly forming on my face.
Steeling enough nerve, I entered the hotel with my heart beating overtime. I had no idea why I was so nervous, and had every idea at the same time. Justin had asked me over. We had sex the night before. I liked him, and apparently he liked me. Could things be taking off?
I walked up to the receptionist, giving her my name and explaining that I was there to see Justin. She scoffed at me momentarily before she actually caught sight of my name on the list. "Alright sir, head on over to the elevator. I'll allow it to reach the penthouse." Seeing as how I didn't have a key, I needed to be granted access from the receptionist to reach their suite.
As I entered the elevator, my palms started to sweat. It felt as if I were under the lamps at an interrogation -- I was that nervous. The doors closed and I was on my way up, watching the numbers increase with each floor. "Three more floors." I exhaled a breath I'd been holding, trying to calm my nerves.
Finally I had arrived on the guys' floor. As the doors opened and I walked out, I was immediately thrown against the wall face first. I was shocked to say the least, but as soon as I felt a pair of lips grace the back of my neck I knew I was in good hands. "Hey baby," Justin whispered in my ear.
"Hey yourself." I replied. "Must you throw me against the wall?"
"Fuck yeah; it's so damn hot." Reaching his hand around my waist, he grasped my cock. "Feels like you think so, too." I could hear the smile without having to turn around to see it.
"Justin. The wall has nothing to do with Junior. It's all you, baby. He couldn't care less about the wall."
Justin shrugged. "Whatever you say. I still think it's hot." Finally turning me around, he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue probing into my very being. Breaking apart, panting slightly, his voice husky, "C'mon, the guys are waiting for us."
His hand slid gently into mine as we walked towards one of the bedrooms where we apparently were going to be watching the movies. "J, how'd you know I was coming up?"
"Reception called."
"Oh. Makes sense." I said more to myself than out loud. I was just wondering if he sat there waiting for the numbers above the elevator to change. I knew he was excited, but that would've been too freaky.
Everyone was situated in JC's room; Lance and JC up against the headboard, Joey and Chris by their feet. They had left an entire bed for me and Justin to share, which wasn't necessary but I appreciated the sentiment. "It's the Drewster!" Joey exclaimed as Justin and I entered the room. Lance glanced down at our hands clasped together, then brought his eyes to meet mine with an approving smile. How could I not smile back?
Jumping on the bed, Justin declared our movie night officially started, then telling Joey to please get off his fat ass and put the first movie in already? Before the first movie had even begun, I had pressed myself completely against Justin, snuggling into his warmth as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in closer. I admit, I don't remember much of the movie; I had only seen the first ten minutes or so before I fell asleep completely comfortable, completely relaxed.
The call of nature roused me from my sleep, and I slipped out of Justin's arms to head to the bathroom. As I neared the door, I noticed the light was on and there appeared to be someone using it. I knocked on the door quietly, "Anyone in there?"
"You can come in." It was Lance. I slid through the crack in the door, looking at the floor in fear of seeing Lance completely naked or something. Not that that would be a bad sight, I just wasn't sure how Lance would react to that... then again, he did tell me to come in. "You don't have to look at the floor, I'm just taking out my contacts."
Safe to look up, I learned that Lance was in fact in the process of pulling out his contacts, one at a time, placing them into the little case most people who wear contacts carry with them. Yet again I was in the bathroom with Lance. How did it always seem to come to this? I walked over to the toilet and did my business, while Lance was busily taking out his left contact. "So, what's the deal with you and Justin?"
The question caught me off guard. "What?"
"Well, I know y'all fucked the other night, and well, I can't help but notice how... comfortable you two seem to be with each other lately. I was just wondering what was going on."
"Oh." I guess I owed Lance an explanation. "Well, to start off... I'm not with Drew. He decided that he loves me but he can't be with me. So I'm single, and Justin was just there for me at a time I needed someone the most."
"He's not just a rebound guy, is he?" Lance narrowed his eyes at me. "Because, truth be told, he hasn't told the group anything about liking guys. This is a new development or something, and don't need him getting hurt."
I was kind of taken aback. Not only was Lance was accusing me of using Justin, but it shocked me to know that Justin hadn't told the guys about his interest in boys. He seemed well enough educated to indicate he had experience when it came down to it. I was somewhat hurt by Lance's statement, actually. "What makes you think I would do that?"
"I'm not saying you would, but you can't be too careful. Justin's like a brother to me, and if you hurt him... just don't. K?"
I understood he was just looking out for Justin, but still, his accusations stung my heart. Walking over to the sink, I slid passed Lance to wash my hands. "Look, I'm just looking out for..."
"Justin," I completed for him. "I know you're looking out for him..." I sighed, tears starting to well up in my eyes.
"D, you alright?"
"I'm fine," I lied. In truth I was torn up inside. "I'll be fine," I repeated. "Thanks, uh... thanks for letting me use the bathroom."
He dismissed me with a "No problem," and I was on my way back to Justin's room. As I slid in beside Justin, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me towards him. The tears in my eyes began to fall down my cheeks. 'Nobody's here to look out for me.' I thought, sniffling a little.
Justin's armed gripped me a little tighter, "What's wrong baby?" he asked nuzzling against my neck.
"Nothing," I lied with a sniffle.
"Mmmkay," he was still somewhat asleep. "I'm here for you if you need me." Kissing me on the cheek, he drifted back to sleep, unknowingly soothing the aches within my heart for the time being. With his arms wrapped around me, I snuggled as far enough into Justin as I could, closing my eyes and drifting off.
TBC...