Hey Everyone! Sorry that it's been sooooooooo long since I've updated. Hopefully everyone who liked the story will still get a chance to read it. I promise updates will be a lot closer from now on. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Anything mentioned in this story is complete fiction. The sexuality of anyone in the story is not necessarily true, but just written to entertain. If you are underage or if it is illegal to read pornographic material where you live, please leave now. Also, if you are uncomfortable with gay relationships, you should not read any further. For everyone else, enjoy the show....
"Well everyone seems to be in a talkative mood," Chris said looking around the table. They had been sitting in silence for way to long as far as he was concerned. After everyone had finally made it to the restaurant and greeted each other menus were immediately grabbed and studied like there was going to be a pop quiz at the end of the meal. Chris glanced around the table at Justin and Craig whispering softly to each other, JC checking his watch and glancing at the opening to the private room they had been seated in, Lance staring intently at his menu while Brian stared intently at him.
"So Joe," Chris said breaking the silence once again, "how's married life treating you?"
"So far so good," Joey said smiling at his new bride.
"It's not like we haven't been together forever," Kelly said placing her hand on his arm.
Craig smiled at them and winked at Justin.
"Don't get any ideas," he whispered to him and kissed his cheek.
"What? I didn't say anything babe."
"I know we're not supposed to be talking business or anything tonight but I have to say that I can't wait to start on the new album," Joey said smiling at his band mates.
Craig elbowed Justin in the ribs lightly.
"I uh," Justin said softly.
Everyone looked at him expectantly.
"I...think I'm getting the steak."
"Good choice," Chris said rolling his eyes, "seeing as we're at a steak house and all."
"Right," Justin said shrugging at Craig's disapproving looks.
"So where's Wade?" Kelly asked JC. "You've been keeping him under lock and key."
"Far from it," he grumbled under his breath. "He's running late I guess."
"Yeah," Lance chimed in. "It happens to the best of us."
Brian looked at him and sighed trying to figure out when dinner with friends had gotten so complicated.
"Hey party people," Wade said walking into the room.
"Speak of the devil," Chris said standing and slapping the man on the back. "Long time no see buddy."
"Yo babe," Wade said kissing JC deeply. "What'd I miss?"
"Not much," he said surprised Wade had actually bothered to show up. "Sit down."
"I'm gonna hit the head first. Order me something," he said kissing his cheek.
Lance had never really seen the two of them that intimate before. Maybe it was because they were in public, well as public as a private room in an exclusive restaurant could be. He felt like he was staring at them the whole time even though he kept averting his eyes. It was almost like a terrible car accident. You know you shouldn't look but some small part of you really wants to see the aftermath of the tragedy.
"Lance?" Brian said again. "Are you ready to order?"
"Oh yeah," he said smiling up at their waiter. "I'll just have the prime rib medium."
"Are you okay?" Brian asked leaning closer to him.
"Yeah fine. Perfect," he said with a small smile as he watched Wade walk back in and start making out with JC.
"Can you stop?" JC asked him quietly in his ear.
"Whatever," he said slumping down in his chair.
"You are acting so strange."
"No I'm not."
"Okay you're not, you're acting perfectly normal," he said taking a sip of his scotch.
"So then Brianna says, 'Daddy I have a tree in my finger'..." Joey said continuing his story as oblivious as ever to what was going on around him.
Craig smiled at the inane attempts at conversation, wishing that he had just stayed in bed with Justin all night like they had wanted.
Justin placed his hand on Craig's thigh moving it up and down slowly as he stared at the man. Under the low lights and candles he was positive that his lover could not get any more beautiful even if he tried. He started moving it up higher just as his cell phone began to vibrate in his front pocket. He glanced at the caller ID and immediately stood up.
"I'll be right back," he said kissing Craig's forehead.
"Hello?" he said into his phone his heart fluttering at the sound of her voice.
"Hi Justin. This is your mother."
"Yeah I know mom," he said stepping out onto the back patio of the restaurant where it was a little quieter.
"As you know your father and I are going out of town tomorrow morning. I don't know how but Mrs. North is really sick all of a sudden. I was wondering..."
"Yeah?"
"Well I know how things are between us right now but I was hoping that you would watch the children while your father and I are gone."
"Really?"
"Yes really."
"Of course I will. Should I come pick them up?"
"I'll drop them off tonight."
"What time? I'm at dinner with the guys right now but I can go home early."
"Why don't you just call me when your done and I'll bring them by."
"Okay I'll call you then."
"Alright. And Justin, thank you."
"You're welcome," he said flipping his phone closed. There was no way that this could be happening. How did his parents come around so fast? They must have really been in a bind. It was weird that he could be so excited to baby-sit for three days when he could still remember the days that an hour with his younger siblings would drive him crazy. He was already planning fun ways to entertain them as he walked back into their private dinning room.
"Sorry about that," he said with a broad smile. "I just got a baby-sitting job."
"What?" everyone asked in unison looking at him.
"My mom and dad are going out of town and they want me to watch the kids," he said sitting back down by Craig.
"But I thought they said no," Craig said holding his hand.
"Mrs. North got sick and they probably couldn't find anyone else on such short notice."
"That's so great baby," Craig said kissing him softly on the lips. "When are they coming over?"
"Tonight after we're done with dinner."
"Great I can't wait. Your brothers are adorable."
"Well you can plan on not seeing me for the next few days," Brian said crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair.
"Stacy's not that bad babe. She just has a crush on you, she won't hurt you," Craig said rubbing his knee.
"Tell that to my bruised ass."
"I'll kiss it and make it feel better," Lance said laughing.
"We should all go to the park and have a barbeque or something on Sunday," Kelly said. "Brianna would love to see the twins again. She thinks it's so neat that there's two of them."
"That would be fun," Justin said nodding. "I bet they'd love it."
"We could make it like a whole day thing," JC said finally getting into the spirit of things. "That would be fun right babe?"
Wade said nothing but stared at his plate of food.
"Are you alright?" JC asked waving his hand in front of his face.
Wade turned his head slowly towards him and smiled with half closed eyes.
"Maybe you've had enough to drink," Chris said laughing.
JC forced a smile as he remembered that Wade was still on his first martini and that was only half gone. There was no way he was that much of a light weight, as much as he went out and drank with his friends.
"I'll be back," Wade said standing slowly and stumbling a bit as he made his way to the bathroom.
"I'm gonna go make sure he's okay," JC said not waiting for a response from the rest of the table.
The way Wade was slumped over the sink when he finally opened the door to the bathroom made JC's heart beat a little faster for some reason.
"Wade?" he asked walking cautiously towards him. If the man were going to get sick he would be very grateful if it wasn't on his new Ferragamo's.
Wade turned and looked at him his face covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He jumped away from the sink knocking over the trashcan and almost scaring the bathroom attendant to death.
"Sorry," JC said holding his hands up to the old man with the towel over his arm. "Wade what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I...I just don't feel well."
"Okay. Let me take you home then. Come on," he said urging the man to come towards him like he was a puppy.
Wade nodded. "Just don't touch me," he said as he passed JC.
"What are you talking about? Why?"
"Just don't!" he screamed as he walked out of the bathroom.
JC looked from the closed door to the confused bathroom attendant.
"Sorry about this," he said gesturing towards the mess on the floor as he picked his wallet out of his back pocket. He handed the man a few twenties and ran after Wade. He had to get him out of the restaurant before there was a real scene.
"I'll drive," JC said stepping in front of the driver's door to Wade's jeep.
"Let's just take your car," Wade said smiling at him strangely. "Then we can go back to your place." He pushed his body against JC's and ran his hand over the man's confused face.
"I thought you didn't want me touching you."
"I'm horny. Aren't you?" he asked grabbing his crotch and ignoring his comment.
"Stop," JC said pushing him away. "Get in the car and I'll take you home."
"What about dinner?"
"I'll call the guys and tell them you were sick."
"I'm not sick."
"Okay," he said rolling his eyes. "Get in the car then."
Wade mumbled something under his breath but finally complied with his wishes.
"I'll drive you back tomorrow to pick up your jeep," JC said wondering why Wade kept reaching into the pocket of his black leather jacket. He shrugged it off and began driving. There was just no way Wade was drunk. He was acting fine at the moment almost as if nothing had happened earlier at the restaurant. He was actually singing along with the radio.
JC knew that Wade's incessant pleads to not go to the hospital for an emergency CAT scan were probably warranted. He did have a tendency to over react but he just couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Let's just go upstairs," Wade said wrapping his arms around JC's waist as they stood in his living room.
"Are you sure?"
"Do I feel sure?" Wade asked moving JC's hand to his bulging crotch.
JC smiled all of his feelings of worry washing away and being replaced with lust for the hot little bleach blonde standing in front of him.
"Fuck me," Wade whispered as he nibbled on his ear.
"Anything you want baby," JC said pulling the leather jacket off of Wade's shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. He ran his hands from Wade's thighs all the way up his white and blue striped collared shirt, stopping right at the sparkling white buttons. He pressed his mouth firmly against the man's lips kissing him as hard as he could without drawing blood against their teeth.
JC ripped open the shirt as they kissed, buttons flying off and landing on the ground.
"I really liked that shirt," Wade said pulling at JC's pants.
"I'll buy you a new one," he said unbuckling Wade's belt. He pulled it off followed by his jeans. "Bend over."
Wade didn't hesitate a second as he leaned over the arm of the couch.
JC kissed the back of his neck as he ran his hands up and down his smooth back. He ran his tongue down the man's back right along the curve of his spine as he pulled down Wade's boxer briefs. He began to kiss and lick his way down to Wade's perfect tight little ass. He ran his tongue up and down the smooth center making the man moan loudly and wiggle his ass around in JC's face. He stuck his tongue in as far as it would go, sliding it in and out and swirling it around as he began to stroke his own cock until he was fully hard.
Once Wade was entirely lubed up and fully excited JC ran his fingers around in the little pool he had made and began to finger his lover. He slid two fingers in as far as they would go and wiggled them around.
"Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me baby!" Wade screamed pushing against he invading fingers as hard as he could.
JC wanted to tease him more, a lot more actually, but it had been so long since he had felt that hot, tight little hole around his stiff cock that he couldn't hold off any longer. He grabbed his cock in his hand and replaced his fingers with it as quickly as he could.
Wade groaned in ecstasy as he felt the hard member pushing inside him. He reached down and stroked his cock for a while loving the way JC felt grinding against his ass. He could feel the man's pre-cum squirting into him in hot thick spurts. It had never felt like that before. He felt so alive, so free, so uninhibited. It felt like he was on top of the world and would never come down again.
JC screamed out as he got closer. Part of him knew that he should try to hold off but the way Wade's asshole kept squeezing his cock, well it was just driving him crazy. He pulled out and stroked his cock as hard as he could over Wade's back. He knew it was a "porn star" thing to do but it just felt right.
Long white ropes of cum spurted out of his cock as he tilted his head back and reveled in the feeling of his release. Once he was finally done he looked down and saw the mess that he had made all over Wade's back. He grabbed one of their discarded shirts and wiped him down.
"Have fun?" Wade asked him as he stood up.
"Yes a lot," JC said hugging him and kissing his lips as Wade's hard cock pushed against him. "What do you say we go upstairs and take care of you in the shower?"
"I say that's the best idea I've heard in a long time," he said squeezing JC's sculpted ass.
"Okay how is this?" Justin asked rearranging a vase full of white roses on the dresser.
"Babe, I already said it's perfect," Craig said taking Justin's hand in his and pressing his lips against the long tan fingers.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, positive. And plus, three year olds aren't very concerned with flower arrangements," he said wrapping his arms around the handsome man.
"I guess," Justin said running his hand over Craig's chest. "I just want everything to be perfect. This is a big step for us. My mom is actually giving in, that never happens. If we do everything perfect maybe things will change for good."
"I bet they will baby," Craig said kissing his lips lightly.
"I should go get the toys out of the attic."
"Need help?"
"No," Justin said pushing away from him. "I'll run up and grab them; you go check on the cake."
"Do you really think it's a good idea to give them cake so late at night?" Craig asked following Justin out of the room.
Justin turned towards him and smiled. "You are so going to be the disciplinary when we have kids."
"Kids?" Craig asked wide-eyed. "I'm sorry but there is no way I'm ruining this figure to give you babies."
Justin laughed and kissed him on the forehead. "We'll talk about all that later sexy. Now get downstairs," he said smacking him on the butt.
"Yes sir," he said laughing as he hopped down the stairs. Once in the kitchen he checked on the cake, which needed a few more minutes and began making the chocolate frosting to go on top. Before he could finish mixing the doorbell chimed throughout the house.
"Justin!" he called after he turned off the mixer. He walked out towards the living room wiping his hands on a dishtowel. "Baby?" he called again looking towards the stairs. He waited a moment until the doorbell rang again, and then decided he should go ahead and answer the door. Justin's mom had to know that Craig was living there now, although Justin had never told him that he had mentioned it.
Craig opened the door and smiled when he saw Stacy standing in the doorway, her long blonde hair hanging in neat springy spiraled curls over her shoulders as she held one of her little brothers on her hip.
"Craig!" she said excitedly. She looked so happy to see him that he was afraid she would drop the small boy in her arms.
"Hi Stacy," he said waving her in. "Mrs. Timberlake how nice to see you again."
He kept smiling even though she had a strange mix of shock and disgust on her face.
"Is Justin here?" she asked still standing just outside of the door although all of her children were already in the foyer.
"Yes of course. He's upstairs getting toys for the boys." Normally he would have laughed or at least cracked a smile at the rhyming words but he figured this was neither the place nor the situation to do so.
"Toys?" Tucker asked clapping his hands together excitedly as Stacy tried to pull off his jacket.
"Yeah buddy," Craig said kneeling down to his eye level. "Justin will be down soon and then you can play for a while."
He smiled widely, his blue eyes sparkling as he threw his arms around Craig's neck. "Why don't you come and visit us?"
"I..." he said looking up at Karen who was practically glaring down at him.
"Hey guys," Justin said walking into the entryway. "What are you kids doing just standing here?" he asked swiping up Bobby and tossing him in the air.
"Justin, can I speak with you for a moment?" Karen said over the giggles and joyful screams of her little boy.
"Sure," Justin said placing Bobby's feet back on the floor. "Why don't you guys go in the living room while I talk to mom," he said wrapping his arm around Stacy's shoulder.
"God, you're messing up my hair!" she said sliding from underneath the weight of his arm.
"Teenagers," he said shaking his head.
"I'll take these bags upstairs," Craig said laughing as he grabbed them off the floor and followed everyone toward the living room.
Karen turned and stepped further outside onto the front porch. She crossed her arms over her chest, keeping her back to Justin until she heard the front door close.
"Momma?" he said staring at her back.
"I didn't know he was going to be here. You should have told me."
"I told you we were living together so I assumed you would come to the conclusion that he would be here this weekend."
She turned around quickly throwing him a look that said he had stepped over the line.
"I remember what you said. I'm not stupid," she practically spat at him. "I assumed you would have told him to leave this weekend if I was going to drop the children off."
"Look mom, I love you and dad and the kids. You know that. But I will not have you come to my house and demand things of the man that I love. That just isn't fair."
"If I wasn't in a bind tonight they wouldn't even be here."
"Oh you've made that perfectly clear numerous times. But I know that if you thought they were in danger in anyway you would cancel your little getaway and stay at home with them. So stop trying to play the martyr and act like your doing me a favor. My family is always welcome in my home no matter what and I consider Craig my family even if you don't."
She stared at him for a moment looking into his eyes. He had changed, she could finally see it. She wasn't sure exactly when it happened. Maybe it was right in front of her eyes there on the porch. Or maybe it was the night he told her how he felt about Craig. Either way it had happened and she could finally see it in him. For better or for worse he had become a man.
All she could do was nod and turn towards the car before tears sprang to her eyes.
"We'll call you when we're back in town," she said quickly as she walked away from her son, running her fingertips quickly over her cheeks.
Justin said nothing as he watched his dad avert his eyes from his form as the car turned and left the driveway. He wasn't sure but it felt like something had changed between him and his mom. It wasn't clear yet if it was a good change. As he closed the front door he smiled to himself. Could it really get any worse?
Staying in bed with Wade all day was the first thing on JC's list of thing's to do, but even after their night of carnal activity he wasn't tired. Wade on the other hand was sound asleep and had been for at least an hour.
As JC lay in bed running his fingertips over Wade's bare back as the man rested his head on the defined curve of his chest, he watched the reflection of the pool play off the outside window to his bedroom. The water cast a shimmering glow across the curtains making it look as though they were dancing in the cool breeze that was blowing through the open window.
JC stared with unblinking eyes at the choreographed movement of the curtains as his fingers drifted through Wade's soft hair. He was lifted out of his trance by a chill vibrating through his body. He slipped out of bed placing Wade gently on the warm sheets where he had just been laying and walked across the bedroom to the window. He looked out over his property before shutting the window almost getting a surge from his exhibitionist's side to be standing in front of the window with no clothes on. He shrugged off that thought. He had enough problems already without needing to add an ever growing desire to run free on a nude beach somewhere in Europe.
He laughed, thinking about the field day the paparazzi and tabloids would have with that one. Or would they? After all he was no Justin Timberlake. It's not like he was bitter about it or anything, he thought as he mindlessly folded the clothes that were strewn across the bedroom. Obviously Justin was more popular then the other guys. Even before his solo album blew JC's out of the water he had still been the favorite for the majority of their fans. JC had come to terms with that thought a while ago. I mean really, what girl, or man for that matter, could resist him?
There was a small part of JC that was jealous, not like he would ever admit it or anything, not even to his best friend especially considering who that was. He knew there would be no band if Justin pulled out there was just no way in the world they would ever make it with out him. He knew it was going to happen sooner or later, if not on this album then the next. He just wished that Justin would grow the balls he needed to tell them what was going on. JC knew how the man thought, felt, and worked. They had known each other way too long. Justin was obviously dragging his feet. He wouldn't sign off on any official dates and JC knew for a fact he hadn't even looked over the music for the few songs that had already been written for consideration on the new album.
He guessed he would have to talk to him about it sooner or later but he was really hoping Justin would step up to the plate on this one. He was an adult after all. At this point in his life he should be able to express his desires to his friends. Plus, JC knew that if Justin confided in him first he would end up being the one breaking it to the rest of the guys and they were all for killing the messenger.
His attention abruptly turned to the pair of jeans he was holding in his hands. Wade's jeans. He always emptied the contents of the younger man's pockets onto the nightstand on his side of the bed for fear that whatever was being carried around would be carelessly thrown in with the laundry. He never went through any of the objects or unfolded any pieces of paper, that was one thing he would never stoop to no matter how strange Wade acted. But this, this was right there out in the open. JC held up the small clear vial to the moonlight drifting in the bedroom window and turned it around between his fingers. He gazed through the glass at a chalky white substance that filled about half of the container. He looked stared at it for a moment and then turned to Wade who was still fast asleep in his bed.
"I finally got Tucker to sleep," Justin said falling to his back on the bed dramatically.
"I told you cake and bedtimes don't mix," Craig said looking up from his Details magazine with a shake of his head.
"The last thing I need right now," Justin said crawling up towards him, "is an 'I told you so.'"
"Oh really?" Craig asked with raised eyebrows. "Then what exactly do you need?"
"What do you think?" he said tossing the magazine aside as he laid his body directly on Craig's. "Did I tell you how much I love you today?"
"Actually," he said smiling as Justin kissed his neck and ear, "I think you might have once or twice."
"Good. Enough talking," Justin said pulling off Craig's T-shirt.
"Hold that thought," he said placing his finger over Justin's lips as they came toward him. "I have to go into work tomorrow."
"Really? But I had a whole day planned for us," he said pouting.
"I know, I'll try to be home early but I can't promise anything."
"That's okay."
"You're not mad?"
"No. Work is one thing I will never get mad over," Justin said kissing his lips. "But you should try your hardest to make it up to me."
"I think I can handle that one," Craig said wrapping his arms around his lover.
Hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter. The next one should be up in about a week. Any comments or criticisms can be emailed to swimfan_777@yahoo.com.