Disclaimer: This story contains homosexual themes. If you are under the age of 18 or if reading this story is illegal to read where you are residing, please read no further. While the people in this story are real, the events are purely fictional. This is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of the people portrayed in this story.
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"Decisions"
By DB
Chapter 12
You had only been asleep a short time when you rolled over to find that Justin was no longer next to you. You raised your head and looked around to see Justin sitting on the hearth wearing only your favorite sweatshirt and a pair of boxers. He was lost in his own world staring into the fire, mesmerized by its flickering flames. You got up quietly, pulled on a pair of boxers and sat close to him on the hearth.
"A penny for your thoughts" you whispered.
He rested his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your arm around him. The warmth of his body felt good as the temperature was continuing to fall and your shirtless body was chilled. He noticed that goose bumps on your arm and grabbed the blanket off of the floor and wrapped it around the both of you.
"I don't know if my thoughts are worth that much," he said softly.
He had yet to realize just how easily you could pick up on his moods and right now it was obvious something was bothering him. You took your hand and turned his head toward yours and noticed a single tear on his cheek.
"Justin, I love you, please tell me what's wrong."
"This week is what's wrong" he said sharply. "One week to be with the man I love. One fucking week! Then back to the rehearsing, back to the photo shoots, back to the touring and now this damn video. "We're never gonna have any time to ourselves."
His comments caught you off guard. Although you knew how demanding his career was, Justin had always thrived on it. The intensity on his face right before he went on stage said it all. He was a born performer. It meant the world to him. You had never heard him talk about his career with such words and it disturbed you.
"I think we need to talk" you said sternly. You sat on the floor facing the fire and took Justin's hand pulling him toward you. You opened your legs so that he could sit between them. He leaned back against your chest and you wrapped your arms around his waist giving him a gentle hug as you did.
"I've never heard you talk like that before. You love what you do" you reminded him.
"I know. I love it," he said almost apologetically, "but until now it was everything. It was my life and I didn't mind giving it 100% of my time, but now I have you and my career is taking time away from us. I don't want to loose you Gary."
You could never understand the insecurity he felt in your relationship.
"You're not loosing me" you assured him. "We'll get to spend part of every day together, and yes, we'll both be busy, but we just have to learn to take advantage of our free time together. Any relationship takes work, but we love each other. We'll be fine"
He turned around and tenderly kissed you as a smile came over this face. "You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better."
You kissed him back and were happy to see his mood lighten.
"Speaking of feeling better, I've got a little something in my suitcase that I bought for a night just like tonight. Hold on"
You noticed Justin's smile had turned into a devilish grin, his eyes wide with excitement.
"What is it?" you heard him ask as you left the room. You had no intention of letting him know. "Don't worry about it" you informed him. "Just put another log on the fire. I'll be right there."
You quickly pulled something out of your suitcase and headed back to the den stopping briefly in the bathroom to grab an oversized towel hanging on the rack.
Justin was sitting on the hearth when you returned with a look on his face that reminded you of a small child on Christmas morning, dying to know what Santa had left him.
"Ok, take off your sweatshirt and lay on your stomach" you instructed him as you spread out the towel in front of the fireplace.
"Oh, I think I'm gonna like this!" he said as he quickly followed your directions.
"Well, that's kinda the plan" you chuckled.
He laid his head down and re-adjusted his body, trying to find the most comfortable position. You flipped the cap open on the small plastic bottle and let a small amount of its contents spill onto Justin's muscular back. Justin immediately picked up on its cinnamon scent.
"Man that smells so good," he said. You leaned down and kissed his cheek. "We're going to be here for a week, so I got a different scent for each night. I don't want you to get bored. Now just relax."
You spent the next twenty minutes massaging his toned body and seeing him relaxed brought a smile to your face. This week was going to be exactly what the two of you needed. NSA would be out next week, and you knew once it was released, your lives would be non-stop. Industry predictions had the new CD breaking all sales records and the popularity of *NSYNC would soar. Then the tour would start and moments like this would be few. As happy as you were for Justin's success, you had to agree with him, his hectic and public life would always make things difficult.
You whispered in his ear. "You still awake?"
His voice was soft "Yeah, but I don't know if I can move. That felt great."
Well, you don't have to move very far" you let him know. "Just turn over."
With his eyes half closed, he slowly turned over and you immediately put your lips on his and kissed him passionately. He moaned softly as your tongue entered his mouth, and he put his arms around you pulling you on top of him and holding you tightly. Immediately, you could feel his body beginning to respond to your kiss and you pulled away.
"What's wrong?" he asked sadly. "Why did you stop?"
"I'm not stopping" you assured him. "Just taking it nice and slow. You're not in a hurry, are you?"
"Hell, no" he responded. "That's what this week is all about. We can do whatever we want, whenever we want to."
"Good" you said smiling, "then enjoy it."
You put a small amount of oil in the palm of your hand and began to massage his chest and a grin came over his face as he realized what was to come. Your hands moved lower to the waistband of his boxers and you slipped them underneath, teasing him briefly. You spread his legs so that you could lie between them and kissed his chest taking time to lick each nipple and enjoy their cinnamon flavor. Your mouth moved lower and lower kissing him tenderly on the journey. His boxers were now an obstacle and you removed them gently with Justin lifting his hips to help with the task. You put a few more drops of oil in your hand and then began to stroke this rock hard cock as your lips teased his inner thighs. His body glistened in the fire's glow, highlighting his toned frame and you desperately wanted to make love to him. Nothing gave you greater pleasure.
Justin moaned quietly with your touch and your lips left his inner thigh and moved to the base of his cock teasing it with gentle kisses. His breathing had become faster now and his hips moved toward you, begging for more. You took his cock in your mouth and let your tongue enjoy the flavored oil as brought him closer and closer to an orgasm.
"Oh my god, Gary!" he cried. "Please don't stop. That feels so good." You took his cock deeper into your mouth and could hear Justin scream your name as he came into your mouth. You held your mouth tightly on him as the orgasm wracked his body releasing him only as his body went limp and trembled, trying to recuperate.
You lay down next to him and rested your head on his chest listening to his pounding heart.
"I thought you were supposed to be in pretty good shape?" you teased him. "What's up with the heartbeat?"
His breathing was still labored. "Very funny" he managed to say, "That was so intense! You're lucky I'm breathing at all."
You ran your fingers though his curls and took a corner of the towel and wiped the sweat from his face. "How about I get us something drink and we just lay here and enjoy the fire for a while?" you suggested.
"That sounds great" he let you know "and thanks, I don't think I'm going anywhere for a while."
You returned from the kitchen with two chilled bottles of water and a bowl of buttered popcorn. "I figured while I was up I'd get us a snack too" you told him as you rejoined him on the floor. "Now we're set. Just you, me and the fire."
"Almost" he said. "We're just missing one thing." He reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the remote control for the stereo system. Pressing the play button he said, "Ok, now were set." He layed back down on the floor and motioned for you to join him. You spent the next several hours doing nothing but talking and cuddling in each other's arms. It reminded you of when you had first met. Just like now, the conversation back then between the two of you had some ease.
You woke in the morning to the smell of bacon cooking. Sunlight filled the room and as you looked out the window you could see that last night had left a blanket of fresh snow. You pulled on a pair of pants and a sweatshirt and headed down stairs to the kitchen to find Justin busy at work. When he saw you a smile came over his face.
"It's about time," he said laughing. "I thought you'd never get up."
You looked at the clock on the stove and noted the time. "Justin, its 8:30, you're never up this early. Much less fixing breakfast. What's up?"
"Gary, you have no idea how good it feels!" he explained. "I got a good nights sleep and I don't have to do anything today but spend time with you and have some fun. I can't wait."
You were not so sure. "I don't know Justin, I've never skied before. It looks hard. I got a feeling I'm gonna spend most of the day pulling myself up out of the snow."
He stopped his cooking and came over and wrapped his arms around your waist. "No you won't" he assured you. "A few quick tips from me and you'll be a pro. I promise. Now eat up so we can hit the slopes!"
As it turned out Justin was right. He was an excellent instructor, taking time to explain whatever questions you had and patiently waiting while you attempted your first few runs down the mountain. By mid-afternoon, the two of you had made several runs and you had to admit you caught on much easier than you had first anticipated. Justin of course was a natural athlete and skiing to him was second nature. He never ceased to amaze you. Whatever he wanted to accomplish he would stick with it until he had it perfected. With Justin, it was perfection or nothing at all.
The days flew by and Saturday came much sooner than either one of you wanted. You had spent your days on the slopes and the nights in your lover's arms. The resort had been faultless. The chalet was exquisite, the lodge intimate, and Justin was free to roam wherever he wanted with no one recognizing him, a freedom that he had not seen in the past two years. Rick, a young waiter at the lodge, was the only one to recognize him. He did his best to make sure the two of you were seated in a secluded spot, helping to ensure no one noticed the young man whose face was now plastered on magazine covers across the country.
Tonight would be your last night to enjoy the solitude and Justin had wanted to stay at the chalet for dinner so that the two of you could just relax. It would be a perfect ending to a perfect week. Justin had insisted on cooking while you tried to do some work that, of course, had been put on hold until now. As you were working, Justin brought you a glass on wine and sat down next to you disrupting your concentration.
"How am I ever gonna get any work done with you bringing me wine and looking as adorable as you do right now?" you teased him.
"I don't plan on you getting any done" he informed you. "That's the whole point. This is our last night here. Just blow off work for tonight."
"Justin" you reminded him "we made a deal, remember? You knew I had stuff I needed to take care of while we were here."
His eyes twinkled as he tired his best to convince you he was telling the truth. "Gee Gary, I don't remember making any deal like that. You sure we agreed to that?"
You grabbed him and started to tickle him. "Your dam right I remember, and when I'm done with you you're gonna remember too!"
"No, Gary!" he begged as you continued. "You know this isn't fair." It was the only time you had an advantage over Justin. He was helpless if he was being tickled.
"I'll quit when you fess up and admit you remember" you let him know as he laughed uncontrollably.
"OK, OK," he managed to say with tears running down his cheeks. "I admit it. We did make a deal."
You stopped your assault and pulled him close to you and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," he said as his kissed your cheek. "I guess I better get back to dinner and let you work before I get into more trouble."
You could see he was disappointed that he did not have your full attention. You saved your work, what little you had managed to accomplish, and turned off your laptop. Work could wait. It had waited this long. A few more hours would not hurt.
Dinner was excellent and when it was finished the two of you quickly cleaned up the kitchen and retired to your favorite spot; the den. The fire was burning and gave the room a romantic glow. You sat quietly for several minutes holding each other, both deep in your own thoughts. Although you said nothing, you both knew you were thinking about boarding the plane tomorrow afternoon and heading back to the hustle and bustle of your everyday lives. Neither of you were particularly looking forward to it.
"So do you have room for some dessert?" you asked Justin.
You knew his answer in advance. Justin had an insatiable sweet tooth. "You bet! What did you have in mind? I can order something from the lodge if you want."
"No, I got it covered" you let him know. You went into the kitchen and retrieved a huge bowl of strawberries and an container of freshly whipped cream that you had arranged for Rick to bring up earlier while you and Justin had been skiing.
Justin grinned from ear to ear when he saw the bowl. "You know those are my favorites. Thanks for remembering."
You said nothing, but motioned for him to move closer to you. You put a strawberry to your lips and held on to one end of it gently with your teeth. Justin immediately caught on to the game and put his teeth on the other half of the strawberry with his lips touching yours. He bit it gently, taking his half into his mouth.
"Now, that's how a strawberry should be eaten, but I think I need some practice" he laughed. You allowed Justin to "practice" several more times enjoying the touch of his lips with each bite.
"Now let's work on getting rid of some of this whipped cream" you told him. "Take off your shirt."
He obliged quickly and you pushed him back onto the floor. With a spoon you scooped up the cream and made five small piles on his chest running from his neck to the top of his pants and on each pile you placed a single strawberry. You kissed him gently on the lips before starting to move lower. At each pile you ate the strawberry and licked the whipped cream from his body. By the time you had reached the last strawberry, you were both filled with desire. You quickly removed your clothes and took him in your arms. You noticed tears in his eyes and knew exactly what he was thinking.
"It's OK Justin, there will be millions of other nights like tonight " you assured him. "We'll find the time. Nothing is going to come between us and you have to start believing that."
Your words were falling on deaf ears, as Justin was now crying freely. You held him close and wiped the tears from his cheek.
"Make love to me, Gary" he whispered. You entered him slowly amid his soft moans. Your cock moved faster and faster inside of him while your hands stroked him. His body glistened with sweat and you were ready to cum, but you wanted the both of you to reach that point at the same time. You continued to work on him and within seconds he arched his back and exploded with ecstasy. Immediately, you joined him and he held you tightly. For the next four hours the two of you engaged in ardent lovemaking. With you and Justin it had never been about the sex. Your passion was only a physical expression of the deepness of your love. Finally exhaustion overtook you, and the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms on the rug in front of fire.
Will Be Continued...