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This chapter: What is Jamie's meeting about?
As usual: This story is purely fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of 'N Sync or anyone associated with their organization. It is meant for those over the age of 18 only and those who wish to read stories with sexual content.
Flying Without Wings - Chapter Thirteen
As Jamie entered the room he saw two figures in front of the windows standing directly in the sun so he couldn't make out their features.
"Shall we begin?" Max asked the two. Jamie gaped as Kevin Richardson and Brian Littrell stepped out of the sunlight.
Kevin smiled and extended a hand. "Kevin Richardson, nice to meet you."
"Jamie Campbell, pleasure's all mine, Kevin." Jamie looked into his deep green eyes. Here was another example of publicity doing nothing for someone's looks. He always considered Kevin attractive, but live and in person he was heart stopping.
Brian extended his hand. "Nice to see you again."
Jamie smiled and shook Brian's hand as well. "Small world, isn't it?" he smiled.
Kevin looked at the two, his eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"
Brian let Jamie's hand go and walked over to a chair. "Jamie and I ran into each other on an elevator this summer in Lexington."
"Ah," Kevin said in understanding.
"I guess I should congratulate you guys on the weddings." They both smiled their thank you's. Jamie noticed that Brian studied his wedding ring intently for a minute.
Kevin turned his attention to Jamie. "I want to apologize. All of the guys wanted to be here, but Howie is busy with his family and AJ is doing his Johnny No-Name thing out west and they couldn't get away. Nick is around here somewhere..."
Jamie laughed. "So it -was- him. I saw him in the lobby as I was coming up."
Kevin nodded and Brian smiled. "Coffee," the younger cousin said simply.
"I bet you're wondering why we asked you here?" Kevin asked with a smile.
"That's an understatement."
Max broke in at that point. "I hope we're not off base. We couldn't find if you had an agent or not."
"No, I'm freelancing right now with no representation, but I guess I should change that."
Max smiled. "If you'd like I can give you the information for our recruitment department."
Jamie nodded cordially, he already knew two firms that he would be happy to be represented by and this wasn't one of them.
Kevin opened his mouth to speak when the door opened suddenly and Nick Carter came into the room at a run. "Sorry, there was a line at Starbucks." He set a holder with five coffees down and extended a hand toward Jamie. "I'm Nick."
"Nice to meet you, Nick. Jamie."
Nick's eyes sparkled as he shook Jamie's hand. "Pleasure's all mine." He reached down and handed Jamie a cup. "Just a regular, not knowing what you liked I didn't get too fancy." He passed the cups out and sat near Brian.
"Well, I was just going to tell Jamie why we asked him here," Kevin continued.
"Good, didn't miss anything," Nick said cheerfully.
Kevin gave Nick an exasperated look that clearly said 'don't interrupt.' "Jamie, our next album is due out next month and we'll be starting up the tour for it this winter. A whole new album means new music, show and choreography . It also means we need to put together a band."
"What about your usual backup group?"
"It's been almost a year since the end of the Millenium tour," Nick said. "They've all mostly moved on."
"That's true, most have found other work, a couple that we'll certainly ask back but others we wouldn't for various reasons," Kevin resumed with a warning glance to Nick. "One of the people we've lost is our music director. We want to hire someone so that he or she can be in charge of hiring, with our permission of course, the others."
Jamie's brain raced with every word out of Kevin's mouth. 'No, they can't be asking me what I think they are.'
Brian took over for Kevin. "So that gets to why we asked you here. We know that you're currently temping with 'NSync. That's quite a recommendation in itself, plus everybody we talk to sends us your name as a possible choice."
"We know that Kevin will eventually be back and that the guys will finish touring by Christmas meaning you'll be hanging in the wind, so to speak. We want to snatch you up," Nick interjected with a big grin. "Right out from under..."
"Right, Nick. Why don't you keep that thought to yourself," Brian interrupted with an annoyed frown at his friend. Nick pouted for a second but put the smile back on his face with a shake of his head.
Kevin sighed. "So, to cut to the chase, we'd like to offer you the position, if you're interested."
"Wow, that's quite a compliment, thank you," Jamie commented.
Brian shrugged his shoulders. "We know that Johnny and 'NSync wouldn't hire someone who wasn't up to it, even if they just needed someone to baby-sit what was already there. We've seen you in action, don't forget that all of you have been on HBO too many times to count, and we did our checking around. Your name keeps popping up."
Max continued. "Of course, we wouldn't ask for your answer to our proposal right this minute. We know that you need time to think about the offer and look over the contract and all. However, we only have 3 months to put this all together so we'd like an answer from you as soon as possible. How about no longer than 2 weeks?"
Jamie nodded, slightly dazed. "I will certainly give it some serious thought and two weeks is fine."
"Good, that's what we were hoping for." The three Backstreet Boys nodded with Max in agreement.
"Ya, Kevin was worried you'd turn us down point blank," Nick said honestly, "like you were brainwashed by -them- or something." His smile left no doubt he didn't believe a word of it, but something in his manner suggested to Jamie that it wasn't entirely a joke.
Kevin cleared his throat loudly. "Um, ya. Don't pay any attention to him, he's young and reads too many comic books." Nick glared at Kevin in mock hurt while Brian giggled beside him.
"At least I remember how to have fun. Sometimes I think Kevin's brain is starting to go from old age," Nick said with a chuckle.
"I'll show you old later on, brat!" Kevin laughed.
They all stood and shook hands. "It was good to meet you guys, and to see you again, Brian." Nick looked to Brian with a questioning glance. Max escorted him out of the room after handing him a folder full of papers.
Once the door was closed the three Backstreet Boys started talking. "I like him," Nick said right away.
"You just like the idea of having someone your own age to hang out with," Kevin retorted. "But I agree, he seems like a nice enough guy."
"Lance had some nice things to say about him when I saw him at the wedding," Brian admitted. "I wonder..."
"Wonder what?" Nick asked then his eyes got wide. "You think he's Lance's boyfriend?"
Brian looked at Nick in surprise. "How do you know about Lance?"
"I see things and hear things."
"Ya, that means he's nosy," Kevin said with a snicker.
Nick stuck his tongue out at Kevin. "No, fogey, it means that I keep my eyes open and that Brian talks in his sleep." Brian blushed and started stammering. "It's ok, Frick. Your secret is safe with me."
"And Lance's secret too."
"Aw, come on That won't be any fun."
"Nick!" Kevin chastised.
"Ok, ok. My lips are sealed. So, Bri, you think they are together?"
Brian shrugged. "Don't know. I know Lance is with someone but he wouldn't tell me who it was. Said it wasn't his place."
"Hmm, discreet. Sounds boring," Nick said with a wicked grin.
Brian elbowed Nick good-naturedly. "If they are together then we just wasted our time," Brian whispered softly.
"Not necessarily. I'll see you two tomorrow. Kevin said leaving the room.
Jamie got in his Rav4 and drove aimlessly through Orlando, his thoughts scattered. 'Why is this a problem?' he kept asking himself. For once his path wasn't clear to him. If it had been any group other than the Backstreet Boys, he wouldn't be having any doubts.
Eventually he found himself in front of Lance's house. He pulled in the driveway and sat behind the wheel for several minutes. Eventually he got out and went into the house. "Lance, you home? It's me!"
"In the kitchen, Jamie," Lance's deep bass came to him. Jamie crossed the living room and entered the kitchen. "What's up?" Lance asked, his back to Jamie. "Didn't expect to see you this afternoon."
Jamie sat at the bar and placed the folder on front of him. "Um, ya." He sighed once then looked over to Lance who was putting away some dishes. "I'm sorry, Lance. You're busy, I'll just go home."
Lance turned and saw the look on Jamie's face. "Oh no you're not. Stay!" He pointed his finger at Jamie with a smile on his face. "Is this a 'need a drink' conversation?"
"I think some wine might be good. Where's Josh?"
Lance nodded and poured two glasses of wine. He took out some cheese and grapes from the refrigerator and sat next to Jamie on the stools. "He's with the film crew for the special. They moved up his date. Ok, spill. Is everything ok with you and Justin?"
"Everything there's fine."
"Is it about your meeting today?"
Jamie nodded. "Ya. I... um... they..." Jamie sighed in exasperation. "It would be easier for you to just read it." He pushed the folder over to Lance who looked at it with one raised eyebrow.
"Is it good or bad."
"Neither or both, I guess."
Lance nodded, opened the folder and started to read. "Holy crap!" he said out loud.
"Exactly," Jamie replied looking down at his hands.
Lance spent the next 15 minutes reading over the contents of the folder. Jamie sat in silence, almost dreading the conversation that would follow when he was done. Eventually Lance closed the folder and finished off his glass. "I think we need something a little more indulgent."
"I can't. I'm meeting Justin for dinner with Brian McKnight."
Lance snorted. "Although the thought of getting drunk is appealing right now, I was talking about ice cream." Jamie smiled in answer. Lance got up and dished out two heaping bowls and sat back down. "That's much better. So who made the offer?"
"A suit named Max, Kevin, Brian and Nick."
Lance glanced at him. "So they did it themselves. Never thought they'd have the guts."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember when Johnny offered you the job filling in for Kevin?" Jamie nodded. "Their short list contained one of the backup Backstreet band members. They wouldn't touch that person because they didn't want anyone to think that they were robbing the competition. I know it's done sometimes, but not openly. I'm a little surprised that the guys were involved."
"I don't think they thought of it as hiring me away from you. They knew it was only a temporary position and thought that I'd be free after Kevin came back. They wanted to snatch me up before someone else did. They gave no sign that they had any idea of just how connected I am to you guys."
"Very convenient. So what did you tell them?"
"That I'd give it some serious thought and let them know."
Lance nodded. "As far as the contract goes, it's almost exactly like ours. Their salary rate is about the same. Other than a few little things I'd advise changing, it's fairly standard." He paused and looked at Jamie. "Are you considering accepting?"
"I don't know, Lance. At first, when they told me, I just wanted to say no and get out of there. The more they talked the more I thought about what the correct career move would be." Jamie rubbed his eyes and stirred his spoon through the ice cream. "I can't take this job, can I? But I also have to think about my career and what something like this could do for me."
"Only you can decide whether or not to accept this." He paused. "Let's do something my momma used to do when we had a difficult decision. Make a pro and con list." Lance got a pen and some paper. They sat together and made the list.
Jamie read it over when they finished. Under pro he found: good decision for resume, interim work before next NSync tour and grad school, valuable experience, stepping stone for career. The con list was shorter but much more revealing: appearance of defecting to rivals, possible alienation of WEG and 'NSync, trouble for relationship.
"So what do you think?" Lance asked after they both had thought over the list. "The pro list talks for itself. As far as the alienation thing, that won't happen, you know that and as far as appearing to defect, we can deal with that in your contract."
"The biggest thing on that list is my relationship with Justin. What's he gonna think?"
"Justin loves you and only wants what is best for you, that's for sure. Honestly though, knowing Justin as well as I do, I'd say he'd be hurt but supportive. I understand that if you do this you're not abandoning us, but Joey and Chris might see it that way. I think Josh would understand too."
"I know I have to make this decision for myself, but what you guys think is important to me. The last thing I want is to jeopardize my relationship with you or Johnny."
"My feelings for you won't change," Lance smiled putting a hand on Jamie's arm.
"Same here."
They both turned to see JC standing in the doorway. "How long have you been there, sugar?" Lance asked.
"Long enough to get an idea of what's happening. Lance is right, Justin would understand and be supportive on the outside but he'd be hurt inside."
Jamie hung his head. "I don't want to hurt him. It would also mean being away from him for several months while you're recording the next album."
JC crossed the room and put a hand on Jamie's shoulder. "Lance was right when he said it was your decision."
Jamie nodded sadly. "Like I said, I would've turned them down right then and there, but Dan has always told me to never say no right away but give it some thinking time even though you may have no intention of accepting."
"That's the usual, wise way of doing business," Lance agreed.
"Oh, Lance? I guess I need someone to represent me and if FreeLance is willing..."
"Without question. You'd be one of our easier clients."
"Easy? How so?"
"We wouldn't really need to go out and market you to get a record deal, unless that's where you're thinking of heading?"
"Oh no... nothing like that. I just need someone to act as agent."
"I would be happy to. I'd do anything for you. You mean alot to me."
"Same here," JC agreed. "So what and when are you gonna tell Justin?"
"I'm still gonna think about this a little then talk to him about it. Maybe in a few days, but definitely before the tour starts." JC and Lance nodded and pulled Jamie into their arms and hugged him.
"So you want to tell me what's on your mind?"
Justin and Jamie had just returned home from dinner. Justin stood in the living room looking at Jamie with concern.
"I need to think a little first."
"Is it about your meeting?" Justin came and hugged Jamie from behind.
Jamie started to nod his head but stopped and stared at Justin's fingers that were interlocked across his stomach. "Can I have some time before we talk about this?"
"Um, sure, if that's what you want."
Jamie sighed, knowing that he couldn't keep this from Justin for long. "Kiss me, please?"
Justin turned Jamie around and bent down to kiss Jamie lovingly. His hands gently rubbed his shoulders. Justin broke the kiss when he felt Jamie's tears hit his lips. Using his fingers, he wiped Jamie's cheeks.
"What is it sweet pea? Please talk to me." Justin pulled Jamie to the couch and pulled him down beside him.
Jamie leaned on Justin and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I love you more than anything."
"I know, sweetie. I love you the same way." He held Jamie tightly to him waiting for him to talk.
"It -is- about my meeting today. I got a job offer for this winter."
"Well, that's great news. Is it here in Orlando? That would be even better."
"It's a traveling job, a tour."
"Oh," Justin said a little unsure. "Who with? Not O-Town I hope," he chuckled.
Jamie shook his head. "No, a lot more high profile."
"Now you have my interest peaked. There's all kinds of rumors of tours coming up with Madonna and Janet Jackson. It's not one of those is it? With all the secrecy, I'd suspect something like that."
"I wish. Today I met with Kevin Richardson, Brian Littrell and Nick Carter."
Justin's gasp was audible and he tensed next to Jamie. "You're kidding?"
"Wish I was."
"You turned them down, right?" Justin's tone was a little unsure and very tense.
"No, I told them I would get back to them." Justin inhaled to speak but Jamie put a finger to his lips. "Now, before you start let me get it all out then I guess we're talking about this."
Justin nodded and exhaled. "The floor is yours." His wary expression did not escape Jamie.
"They want to hire me to be their music director." Justin's eyes widened but he kept silent. "I had Lance look over the contract and it's all on the level. I almost told them no right there, but the way they asked me made me at least want to consider it." Jamie wound down and sat in silence waiting for Justin to explode, implode or anything in between.
"Do I have to ask what your decision is?"
The simple question stated in a very neutral tone started Jamie's tears again. "I don't know, Justin."
"I see. So that's why you really didn't want to talk about it?" Jamie nodded into Justin's chest. "Do you want my advice?"
"Please?"
"If this is what you want to do, then say yes."
Jamie looked up at Justin who was staring across the room, his face devoid of any feelings. "You don't want me to, do you?"
"It's not a question of what I want." Justin looked down at Jamie and tried to smile but failed. He bit his lip and looked up at the ceiling.
Jamie sat up straighter and put his hand on Justin's. "That's not true and you know it. A decision like this is for both of us to make."
"Ok, then, would this be so difficult if it -was- Madonna or Janet?" Justin looked at Jamie, his eyes watery.
Jamie looked down. "Not as difficult, true, but we'd still be having this conversation and I'd still want to talk it over with you."
Justin nodded sadly. "Ok, I can accept that. Are you seriously considering accepting it?"
"Not really, I don't know," Jamie shrugged.
"Why? This could really do wonders for your career." The sarcastic tone made Justin wince and Jamie spout fresh tears.
"I know. Lance and I made up a pro and con list. If I went by that I'd be stupid to turn this down."
Justin stood and paced a little. "So then what's the problem?"
"You..."
"Me?" Justin stopped and turned to Jamie. "Now wait just a minute, I'd never intentionally stand in the way of your career, so don't start putting that on me."
"No, Justin. You don't understand what I meant..."
"I think I understand all too well. If I'm the problem then maybe we should rethink everything." He stood firm but his voice hitched at the words.
Jamie stood getting a little angry. "How can you say that?" he said loudly. "I was crying in Lance's kitchen today because all I could think about were your feelings or what you'd think of me if I took this job. I know that 'NSync and Backstreet are on shaky ground with each other. Don't you know what something like this is doing to me? I don't make a single decision without wondering about you or how you'd feel." Jamie sat heavily on the edge of the couch, tears staining his cheeks as his anger gave way to sadness. "You mean the world to me and I don't want to lose that. This is the opportunity of a lifetime and I don't know what to do."
Justin knelt in front of Jamie. "Please, baby, don't cry."
"I can't live without you, Justin. I don't know how I would and I don't want to even try. I'm scared. If something were to happen to us then I don't know what I'd do."
Justin wiped the tears from Jamie's cheeks. "God, I worry about you so much. I have no intention of leaving you, now or ever."
"Thanks for saying that, but remember there are no guarantees."
Justin dropped his head with a sigh. "I can't fight this." He looked up at Jamie. "I promised you that I'd always be yours and I won't ever break that promise." Justin pulled Jamie into his arms. Jamie resisted at first then let Justin hold him. "I want you to start seeing Greg regularly in addition to your monthly with Leslie."
Jamie sobbed loudly. "Please tell me nothing is changing between us."
"It's ok, sweetie. Nothing is happening to us. I'm sorry I came on a little strong. You know that when it comes to Backstreet we're all on a tight fuse. They've been so awful to us in the media and we've done nothing but do our own thing." He kissed Jamie's temple and rubbed his back. "Come on, let's go to bed and we'll talk more tomorrow."
Jamie nodded and let Justin pull him up and to their bedroom. Once settled under the covers Jamie kissed Justin goodnight. "I love you."
"I love you too, sweet pea, forever and always."
The next morning, Brian Littrell drove through a neighborhood looking for one particular house. He had managed to get the address from Johnny Wright after much convincing and begging. Yesterday's meeting had bothered him on many levels. Kevin had agreed to Max's idea to approach Jamie so Brian and the others agreed as well. After he had left to get some lunch with Nick, it still gnawed on him and he started having second thoughts.
'There it is,' he said to himself. Pulling into the driveway, he stopped the car and palmed the keys while watching the front door nervously. 'This is probably the most stupid thing I've ever done,' he thought.
Shaking his head he left the car and went to the front door. He waited nervously after he had rung the bell.
Justin was awake first. He sat and watched Jamie, every so often gently touching his face or shoulder. He loved watching Jamie sleep, especially in the mornings. He didn't get to do it often, Jamie was the early riser.
Their discussion the night before troubled Justin. Just the thought of Jamie working for the 'competition' had set him on edge and clouded his mind. He tried to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling and sort through his emotions.
Was it jealousy over someone else working closely with Jamie, anger over 'NSync's treatment by the rival band or something else? Justin realized he was living in a fantasy world of his own making and didn't see any reason for it to end. It was unrealistic, he knew, but still he was accustomed to getting what he wanted. And what he wanted was Jamie by his side.
Was he being selfish? Deep down he knew that Jamie needed and wanted to be his own person with a career of his own. It wouldn't be right for him to keep delaying his future plans to always satisfy what Justin wanted and needed. Jamie never complained about his life being on hold for which Justin was more than grateful.
The thought of his selfishness hit him like a blow. 'I am,' he said to himself. Jamie had moved to Orlando and jeopardized his position as a contracted studio musician to be with Justin. Jamie had gone on a leave of absence from that job and took another with WEG to be with Justin. Jamie had put Grad school on hold temporarily to be with Justin. Jamie had given up his normal life and had to hide who he was and their relationship to be with Justin. Justin's shoulders slumped at the realization.
Jamie had given up alot for their relationship. What had he given up? A bit of his privacy and his virginity? Seemed like a pitiful price to pay in return. Sure Jamie got what he needed out of the relationship, but to Justin it was grossly unbalanced.
Justin then decided he would not stand in the way of whatever decision Jamie made about this job offer. He would fully support Jamie and would be proud to say his fiance was the music director for the Backstreet Boys. With renewed determination, he left their bed and headed down to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast.
He was just getting done with breakfast and putting it on a tray when the doorbell rang. With a sigh he set the tray on the kitchen counter and walked to the front entry. Putting a smile on his face he opened the door.
"What are you doing here?" His smile slipped slightly.
Lance sat in his office studying a copy of the contract that Jamie had left with him. He noted suggested changes on a separate piece of paper just in case Jamie decided to accept the job. Putting a finger to his chin, he stopped to think about what this could mean for Jamie and Justin and how it could effect all their lives.
Lance and JC had talked for a long while after Jamie left about Justin's possible reaction. Lance hoped and prayed that Justin would look beyond the Backstreet connection and see the career opportunity.
His thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Getting up quickly, Lance ran to get it before it could wake JC up. He flung open the door and stopped in his tracks.
"Oh, hi," he said uncertainly.
"What do you mean 'what am I doing here?' Don't you love me anymore?" Chris whined.
Justin ushered Chris inside and led him into the kitchen. "I thought we had an agreement that we wouldn't come over each other's houses anymore unless we called first?"
Now that most of the group were in relationships it was decided that casual drop ins were to stop, especially after both Jamie and Justin and Lance and JC had romantic moments torn to shreds by the arrival of one or more of the others.
Chris frowned. "If I remember I voted no on that."
"Doesn't matter, majority rules. What's up?"
"I'm sorry to barge in but I was just talking with McFayden on the phone and he had news that I thought you might be interested in."
"You could've just called," Justin said with a smile.
"Well, I was already out and nearby so figured what the hell."
"It's ok, Chris. What's the news?"
"The Backdoor Slut Boys are looking for a musical director..."
"Ya, that I already know. Anything else?"
"Word on the street is they're after our Jamie and gonna keep sweeting the deal until he accepts."
"Come on in Brian," Lance invited shyly.
"Thanks, Lance. I don't want to intrude, is this a good time?"
"It's fine. Come sit down. Um, how did you find out where...?"
"Please, don't be mad, but I wheedled it out of Johnny. I needed to talk with you."
"It's about the job and Jamie, isn't it?"
Brian nodded. "I'm sorry, but I just can't sit and let this happen."
"Brian, what -are- you talking about?"
"They are gonna keep upping the deal until Jamie accepts."
"Well, that's nothing unusual. I'm surprised that you want Jamie that much though."
"You're way too modest. He's the best around right now for young talent. Anyway, like I said, I feel wrong about them trying to lure him away. It's just not done."
"Well, I appreciate you coming to tell me that, Brian," Lance said hesitatingly. "To be honest I don't think he'll take it."
Brian nodded. "I expected as much. Do you know where he is? I'd really like to apologize in person."
Before Lance could answer, JC's voice carried from down the hall. "James, sweetie, where are you?" He came walking in the livingroom wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. "There you are... oh my God! What are you doing here?"
Lance looked at Brian sadly then started rubbing his temples with his fingertips. This had all gotten way too complicated.
Justin ushered Chris out the door and brought the cooling breakfast up to the bedroom. He put the tray on the bedside table and lay down next to Jamie. Gently he started nibbling on one exposed ear.
"Sweet pea, breakfast is here."
"I like this better," Jamie replied sleepily.
"Well, there's more if you want after we eat. I'm hungry."
"Who was at the door?"
"It was Chris. Seems word's out about what Backstreet wants and it seems they mean to make it almost impossible for you to say no."
Jamie rolled on his back and looked at Justin sadly. "Well, I guess I should give them my answer right off and stop all the drama. I've decided..."
Justin stopped his words with a kiss. He put all his love, understanding and passion into it. When he finished and pulled away, he saw Jamie laying limp, a glazed expression on his face. "Wow," Jamie said weakly.
"Now I have something to say first," Justin said softly. "I've been selfish and insensitive." Jamie made to protest but Justin stopped him with another kiss leaving him panting. "It wasn't until this morning that I realized just how much you've given up and put on hold for us when I've not done nearly as much."
"Justin, you've promised to put your career at risk, that far outweighs anything..." Justin lips and tongue silenced him once again. "I like this method, keep talking," Jamie giggled.
Justin smiled and traced Jamie's stomach with a finger. "So like I was saying this decision is yours to make," he paused when Jamie opened his mouth. "Let me finish. It's yours to make and I'll support fully, 100 percent, whatever you decide. To be honest I'd prefer it be another group other than the BSB, but that doesn't matter. I don't agree with their politics, but I certainly respect them as artists and for the most part as people." Justin paused to take a breath. "This is a big thing and would be good for your career if you want to go the performing route instead of the studio. If you decide to take the job, I'll be proud to say my fiance is the Backstreet music director. I'll be proud of you and let everybody know it."
Jamie had tears in his eyes. "Oh, baby," he said snuggling up to Justin.
"There's only one problem."
"What's that?"
"If you do accept, the Backstreet Boys are gonna be sick of seeing my face every weekend."
Jamie smiled and rolled them so he was on top. "I don't care, I'll never tire of it."
He kissed Justin and ran his hands through his curls. Moving to the side he licked down Justin's neck to his collarbone, leaving a small hickey.
Justin gasped as Jamie continued down to his chest. "Oh, sweet pea," he moaned as Jamie sucked on one nipple then the other, working them to hard points. He continued teasing them until Justin was moaning constantly.
Jamie moved down Justin's stomach and stabbed his belly button with his tongue. He could feel Justin's erection at his shoulder. Grabbing the base with one hand he held it up off Justin's stomach and licked the precum from the trail of hair, matting it against Justin's smooth skin. Using his tongue, he licked up the hard shaft to the head.
"You're so beautiful," Jamie murmured. His tongue snaked out and swirled around the bloated head, making Justin shiver. The taste of Justin's precum hit Jamie like a bolt of electricity and he hungrily took Justin deep into his mouth.
"Ugh, ya, Jamie," Justin gasped. His hands went to Jamie's head, gently stroking his hair and face.
Jamie felt Justin getting tense and let him fall from his mouth and started licking his balls. Justin shivered at the sensation. Jamie's tongue went lower and Justin spread and lifted his legs as if on reflex. Jamie took a second to take in Justin's entrance. The skin was smooth and pure, a few hairs grew around the pucker.
Jamie have never seen it this close before and thought it beautiful. It pulsed while he watched as Justin waited for what was coming. Jamie kissed it gently and Justin groaned above him. Slowly he worked his tongue around and in the clenching muscle.
"Baby, that feels incredible," Justin gasped. He reached down and started stroking himself.
Jamie smiled as Justin twitched with every swipe of his tongue. Justin tasted wonderful, clean and slightly salty from sweat. He felt his own passion growing at the pleasure he was giving Justin. With a deep breath he pushed his mouth firmly down and poked his tongue into the hole.
Justin gasped loudly and tensed. The muscle guarding his entrance quivered around Jamie's tongue as he came hard. With loud grunts and moans Justin shot his load on his chest and stomach. When he had relaxed, Jamie moved to lay beside him and moved a finger through the cooling pools of his semen.
Justin was panting as he pressed his lips to Jamie. "That was... was... unbelievable."
Jamie smiled and kissed him back. He quickly got down and cleaned Justin with his tongue, starting at his wilting cock and moving up to his chest. When every drop was gone he kissed Justin again.
"Your turn," Justin said evilly. "I want to suck you until you scream."
Jamie gasped as Justin's mouth closed over him and the world disappeared. The only thing he remembered was someone screaming Justin's name.
They had just finished breakfast and were heading into the shower when the phone rang. Justin answered it.
"Hey, Scoop. What's up?" He listened for a second. "Ok, we're just taking a shower now, we'll be there in about 30. Bye."
"What did Lance want?" Jamie asked while testing the water temperature.
"He asked us to come over. He needs to talk about something important with us. Probably your job offer."
Jamie nodded and pulled Justin into the shower.
tbc...
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