Date: Sun, 9 Feb 2003 16:39:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason Calme <jasoncalme@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Bands: All the Ways I Love You - Chapter 19

All the Ways I Love You

This story is about male/male relationships and contains graphic
descriptions of sex.

You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal due to your age
or residence.

This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters and events
with real people. However any real person mentioned in this work is
purely an actor playing a part. This story in no way is meant to imply
anything about the sexuality, personality, or behavior of the actual
person.

Copyright 2003 Jason Calme. This story is the sole property of its
author and may not be copied in whole or in part or posted on any
website without the permission of the author.

Questions and commentary can be sent to
"JasonCalme@yahoo.com"


Chapter 19


"Do you need something dear?" my Mother called to Cam.

"Uh...uh..." his eyes cast about looking at Justin and me, then back
to my Mother. "Simon said to tell you Ben forgot his pajamas."

"Doesn't Simon have something he can..." and then she paused and
thought better of it. "Oh I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay," Cam said, glancing back at us and then turning and running
back up the hall.

I glanced at Justin, who looked at me with a questioning look, and
then I looked over at my Mom.

She smiled as she got up. "Kids, they don't get any easier as they
get older," she grumbled, then she looked at us. "It'll be okay you two.
Cam's a good kid. He's not going to tell anyone."


A little while later Mom came back.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"For now," she smiled. "We'll see how long that lasts though." She
sat down, "Cam was a little embarrassed that he saw you two
together."

"That going to freak him out?" I asked.

"No, he's going to be fine."

I nodded.

"Don't worry," Mom said.

"I'm not."

"Well if you're not," she replied thoughtfully, "give Justin's hair a
break or you'll twist it all out!"

I looked down and saw I'd been frantically twisting my fingers in his
hair. No mean feat considering how short his hair was. I relaxed and
Justin breathed out.

"Sorry, Why didn't you say something?" I whispered to him.

"Huh!" he snorted. I gave him a playful shove and he giggled, and I
hugged him to me and kissed his head.

"So Mom," I said. "Did things go okay with Cam today?"

She looked up at me. "Ethan, you know I can't discuss anything
about a client."

"Oh," I said, a little disappointed. I was about to point out he wasn't
really a client, but thought better of it. I really just wanted to know if
the kid was going to be okay. I didn't need to know the details. But
then if she said no, I guess I would have wanted to know why.

"Ethan, he's going to be fine," my Mom said softly.

"Oh, okay."




A little while later both Justin and I were tired and ready for bed. We
said goodnight to Mom and Dad. I kissed Mom and hugged Dad. Justin
shook Dad's hand and before he knew what was up Mom had hugged
Justin tightly to her and given him a kiss on the cheek and said 'Good
night dear' to him.

I escorted him to his room.

"I'm so tired I don't think I could manage anything even if we were
in the same room," I said, and he nodded. We hugged for a few
minutes and kissed about a dozen times, then I wished him a good
night and went upstairs.

I washed up in the upstairs bathroom, and noticed that there
seemed to be no noise coming from Simon's room. Either they were
asleep or they were up to no good. I tried not to think about it, and
resisted the temptation to open the door and see what was going on.

Back in my bedroom I pulled on some sweatpants and a clean t-
shirt and lay down.

But after spending several nights with Justin, it felt odd to be in this
small bed alone. Again. A second night without Justin, and he was just
down the hall!

I tossed about for a while and then gave up, struggling out of bed
and out the door in the dark. As I stepped into the hall I nearly
collided with Justin.

"Hey!" he said.

"Shhh!" I hissed, "what are you doing up here?"

"I was lonely," he said in a little boy voice. "What are you doing?"

"I was lonely too, and just coming to see you."

Justin grinned and we hugged.

"Let's go back to your room. The bed's bigger," I whispered, and we
went back to the guest bedroom.

Once in the bed we hugged and kissed some more. I didn't know
about sex, but I wanted to get naked with him. I so love holding his
body against mine. We slowly worked at getting our clothes off, and
then we lay there. Hugging. Kissing. Staring into each other's eyes. I
was giggling a little and blowing lightly on his skin. It felt so good.

Slowly we ran our fingers over each other. I felt him hard against
me, my own hardness grinding against him. Holding him. I wasn't
going to do this. I was tired. But I put my arms around him and held
him tightly and we started grinding against one another and I knew...I
knew he were going to do more. His hands were down, grabbing at
me, and I grabbed at him and we started stroking each other. Slowly
at first. Matching our speed. Just slowly stroking. I slipped my hand up
over the head to get some of the precum and use that to slick down
the shaft and continue stroking.

I brought my hand up to his mouth and he spat in it and I put it
back on his dick and continued stroking. He brought up his hand and I
tried to spit too, but my mouth was dry. I laughed and he laughed too,
then he spit into his hand and I felt the wet slickness of his hand
around me again and I groaned.

We were going at it harder and faster.

Harder and faster.

And then we came. Justin first, squirming and hissing, trying to be
quiet. Then I exploded all over him.

After a couple of minutes Justin grabbed a t-shirt and quickly wiped
us up, and then I wrapped myself around him and we feel asleep.



"Justin, are you up?" came my Mother's voice after a loud knock at
the door, "it's just after seven."

I groaned.

Justin groaned.

"Seven o'clock," he muttered. "What's that all about?"

"That means I'm to get back to my room before the boys wake up,"
I said, and giggled a little.

"Oh!" he said.

I hugged him close for a moment and kissed him.

"I'll see you later," I whispered in his ear, kissing it lightly and then
I licked it.

"Kay," said Justin, squirming a little.

I clambered out of bed and staggered out the door, pulling it closed
behind me as I went.

"Good morning Ethan," came my Mother's voice as I walked down
the hall. I stopped and turned.

Busted.

"Morning Mom!" I said pretending to be wide awake.

"You up already?" she said brightly.

"Yeah, just checking on Justin," I said smiling innocently.

"Oh great," she said with a big smile on her face. "You can help me
with the breakfast."

"Uh...sure" I said, trying to sound as bright as I could. Damn! Mom
was going to get her pound of flesh for this. I could really have done
with another hour of sleep.

"Good," said Mom and she and I wandered down to the kitchen.

I stood at the counter in a bit of a daze, trying to rub the sleep out
of my eyes. Mom came up and put her arms around me.

"It looks like you could do with another hour or two of sleep," she
said.

"I'm okay," I lied.

"Go back to bed," Mom said smiling at me. "Just go back to your
bed," and she slapped me on the backside.

"Ouch!" I said, though it didn't really hurt.

"You get caught and you get punished," she said. "Now go back to
bed."

"Thanks Mom," I said, and kissed her on the cheek.



I woke up again at nine. That was a much more respectable time. I
thought about lying there for a while, but I remembered that Dad was
going to take us golfing. So we'd better get up.

Down in the guestroom I found Justin was still fast asleep. Climbing
onto the bed I started kissing his face and hair, waiting for him to tell
me to stop. Which actually took quite a while. I knew he was awake,
but he was pretending he wasn't. Finally I tickled him and he giggled
and opened his eyes.

"Time to get up sleepyhead," I said, smiling down into his face.

He poked out his tongue and I leant down and put my lips around
his tongue, sucking it into my mouth. We exchanged tongues for a few
minutes and I felt him thickening beneath me.

Now was not the time for that.

"Breakfast," I said, and he reluctantly got up.

We were the last two to go down, as the kitchen showed the signs of
earlier breakfasts, and I could hear the sounds of laughing coming
from the family room.

Mom was washing something at the sink and I went and said good
morning and gave her a hug and kiss. Justin, following behind me, said
good morning to Mom too, though he didn't go over to her. Mom
turned and said "Good morning Justin," and held out her arms to him
so he went over and gave her a quick hug. She kissed his cheek, but
as he turned she slapped him on the backside with a loud smack.

"Ouch!" he said, jumping a little in surprise.

"Mom!" I said.

But Mom ignored me and turned back to the dishes.

Justin sat down, but gave me a look that said, 'what was that for?'
He was probably wondering what my Mom was into.

"That was for getting caught this morning," I said by way of
explanation.

"How come I caught it?" he said a little indignantly.

"I already got it earlier," I said.

"Oh," he nodded. Then he whispered, "We're going to have to be
more careful tonight."

"Yeah," I said softly.

"I heard that!" said Mom.



After breakfast I went back to my bedroom, grabbed some clothes,
and wandered down to the bathroom. The door was closed, but I could
here the runt humming to himself in there. I flung the door open and
in my most intimidating big brother voice said;

"Morning runt!"

Cam turned and looked at me in surprise.

He was standing brushing his teeth. Fortunately, he was dressed.

"Ahh...sorry," I said backing out nervously, "I thought you were
Simon."

He just stood there gaping at me, his mouth full of toothpaste.

I pulled the door closed and cursed myself for just assuming it was
Simon. God, with all the people here at the moment it could have been
anyone. Why the hell didn't he lock the door? I was just starting back
to my room when I heard the door open and a voice call me.

"Ethan?"

I stopped and turned.

"I'm all done," said Cam. "You can use the bathroom."

Cam was standing in the hallway, looking at me. I couldn't quite
read his expression, but it wasn't the cool dislike I'd seen before, so I
took that as a step forward.

"Oh, okay," I said, walking slowly back towards him. He stepped
back down the hall as I came closer.

"Sorry about that," I said, "I didn't know it was you."

"That's okay," he said, "I was just brushing my teeth."

"That's good," I said. "Justin likes to brush his teeth," I added. I
don't know why I said it.

"Yeah?" said Cam.

"Yeah. Does it for hours. It's a hobby of his," I joked.

Cam smiled a little, I think wondering whether I was teasing him or
something. I decided it was best to quit before I said something
stupid. I nodded to him and went into the bathroom, pulling the door
closed behind me and locking it.  There'd been quite enough bathroom
adventures for this trip, thank you very much.




After showering and changing I went looking for Justin. He and Dad
were in the garage and Dad was showing Justin his clubs and they
were talking golf. I wasn't going to get involved in that just yet. I was
already facing the next three or four hours of that particular hell.

I wandered out and found Mom in the back yard doing some
weeding.

"What are you up to?" she asked.

"Well I believe there was talk of hitting some little white balls into
some cups. Though why anyone would want to do that is beyond me."

Mom laughed. "The things we do for our men," she teased me.

"You're supposed to talk like that to your daughter," I said good
naturedly, "not your son."

"Huh!" she said, attacking the weeds with gusto, and then she
added, almost to herself, "Your sister wouldn't put up with Justin."

"What's the matter with Justin?" I said defensively.

"There's nothing wrong with Justin," she said looking up and wiping
her brow. I think she hadn't really meant me to hear that. "I think he's
perfect for you. Just the kind of project you'd like to take on. Your
sister on the other hand wants something different. You're just
different, that's all."

"I don't like this project talk."

"I shouldn't have said that. Didn't I say I liked Justin? I love him to
bits. He's very sweat," and she turned back to the weeds.

"But?"

"But nothing. Let's talk about something else," and she got up and
picked up a pile of weeds and threw them onto the wheelbarrow.

"No! I want to know why you don't like him," I said, kneeling down
and helping her throw the remaining bits into the barrow. I wasn't
really angry or annoyed. I had been quite prepared for the fact that
my parents wouldn't approve of Justin. The fact that they seemed to
like him, well that was great, but it wasn't a requirement. I guess I
just hadn't been expecting that Mom would like him a lot but maybe
not think he was right for me. Is that what she was saying?

"I never said that. I said he wasn't right for your sister."

"What you said was, she wouldn't 'put up' with him, not that he
wasn't right for her," I said stopping and looking up at her and she
stared back at me evenly. "Put up with suggests something other than
incompatibility."

My Mother gave me an analyzing stare.

"What?" I said.

"What do you want me to say?" she shrugged.

"The truth."

"Okay. The truth," she paused and wiped her brow. "He lives in a
different state, travels most of the time, lives a life removed from the
everyday most people live in, and he's is in a difficult position because
of his career."

I went to protest but she her up her hands. She was obviously on a
roll. I wondered if she'd practiced this speech. "He's worldly and
experienced," she continued, "but not highly educated. He's a little
immature, single minded and stubborn. He's also driven and
determined." She stopped and wiped her brow again and watched me
to see what my reaction would be.

"Well thanks for laying it all out," I said a little hurt. Here I thought
Justin was the perfect catch. Thought that everyone would like him so
much, see how wonderful he was...be so jealous he was mine. Maybe
be envious of me. Maybe I thought that too, even though I know how
immature and petty that is, but I couldn't help myself.

Here I was, thinking all that, and my Mother literally just told me I
was wrong. That he was actually a dreadful mate. The words immature
and stubborn zipped around in my head. Yeah he acted like a kid
sometimes, but I loved that about him. And yeah, he was stubborn
and liked to get his own way, but who doesn't? I was used to that too.
Used to my older sister who always had strong opinions and would
decide what movie we were going to watch and what would be for
dinner. As the middle child, I was much more adaptable. I fought the
wars I wanted to fight, but if I didn't feel strongly about something I
was willing to let others have their way.

Mom came over and hugged me.

"That's just the bad points," she whispered, "he has good points
too."

"Yeah, yeah," I said bitterly, "he's cute as hell."

"No!" she said, "he's much more than that. He's charming. He's
energetic and enthusiastic," she paused and then shrugged, "which
may be a bad point if you're not in the mood."

I smiled. Yeah, sometimes he could be a bit much.

"He seems to be a caring person who wants to love and be loved,"
my Mom continued, "and he really seems to care about you. He also
seems supportive, though he's always going to put what he wants
first."

"So is that a plus point?" I asked sarcastically, but Mom just smiled.

"Well you're just going to have to go toe to toe with him or he'll roll
right over you.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"No..." she smiled, "Well he's definitely cute, and you seem to really
like his hair so I guess you're going to have to keep him."

I blushed a little.

"Oh...and your Father seemed to think he looked pretty good naked,
though I'm not sure how good a judge he is. Hopefully not too good.
I'll let you know when I've had a good look myself."

"Mom!" I said pushing her lightly.

"I'm just laying out how I see it. That's what you asked for. But it
doesn't matter what I think. It's all about what you think, and how you
two work as a couple. I think you'll work pretty well really."

"Why?"

"Really? I think you'll both be good for each other. You tend to drift
sometimes. He's not going to give you much chance for that, and I
think he needs a few rough edges knocked off."

"Huh!" I said. Was that what the recipe for a good relationship was
in my Mothers opinion? I idly wondered what she'd thought about her
and Dad when they'd started dating. I didn't like to ask.

"So I think you'll be good for each other."

"Really?" I said, smiling a little. Then I added thoughtfully, "But
what about his career and being away all the time?" It was something
I'd thought about, but tried to put out of my mind.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "That's, well that's a big strain on any
relationship. But you have a...you're comfortable with who you are and
sure of who you are...even if you tend toward the pessimistic. You
won't be swallowed up by him."

"So a match made in heaven," I answered a little cynically.

"Yes," my Mother smiled. "But remember I'm not a relationship
expert, and I thought that your Aunt Carol and Uncle Gerry were a
match made in heaven. Their marriage lasted six years, so my picking
skills aren't great!"

"Well thanks!"

I had a lot to digest. Did my Mom, in a backhanded kind of way, just
tell me that my boyfriend was a world of trouble?



"So what's the object of this game again?" I asked innocently as I
watched my Dad teeing up for the first hole.

I'd been dragged out here because my boyfriend was practically
salivating the moment Dad said he'd take him out to the golf course.
He didn't have to ask Justin twice. I debated not going, but since they
were going to be gone for a while, and since I half didn't want my Dad
to say the wrong thing, I had agreed to come.

Dad usually played with three other guys, but he bowed out of that
to go with us. We ended up taking Ben as the fourth person as it
turned out Ben was on the school golf team.  I didn't even know they
had such a thing. Having Ben meant that Simon came too, though he
just watched. And made smart-ass comments about my playing.

Cam had stayed back at the house. I think he wanted to come, but
Mom said she needed someone to help her do some things and she
volunteered Cam. We all took that to mean she wanted to talk with
him some more, but no one said anything. We did promise that we'd
come back and pick him up after the game.

I didn't bother keeping score. I was just trying to get around the
course without losing too many balls. Several times I let Justin take
my shots. Then Simon hit a few and I made fun of him.

After the first couple of holes I just relaxed and all-in-all it was
pretty pleasant walking along, chatting here and there. Trying to hit
those damn balls down the course. At one point I begged Justin "Take
me back to the driving range" and he grinned and clapped me on the
back and said I was doing pretty well 'considering.'

Ben and Simon were thick as thieves. They obviously saw this as
their entree into the adult world. I wondered if they'd be able to keep
from telling their friends about spending the weekend with Justin
Timberlake. Probably not. Oh well, hopefully they'll give the 'friend of
my brother' story and no one would ask any awkward questions.



 When we got back Cam had gone home. I was kind of hoping Ben
would go too so it could just be family. Ben by now knew that Justin
and I were together, but I just didn't feel comfortable hugging or
kissing Justin with him around, so every now and again I had to drag
Justin off somewhere private to get in some touching. Nothing dirty.
Just a hug, a kiss, and a cuddle. The problem was that I was in serious
Justin need mode. I just had to touch and hold him every other
minute.

I think Mom actually noticed my frustration, as she dropped a big
hint to Simon that maybe it was time Ben went home.

Mom, Justin and I were in the kitchen, reading the Sunday paper,
when Simon came in to get something.

"What are you two doing?" Mom asked Simon.

"Just hang'in," he said.

"Won't Ben's parents be wondering where their son has gotten to?"

"No. It's okay," he answered.

I looked at Mom and she glanced at me and then turned back to
Simon.

"Well Simon he's not staying for dinner tonight, okay? Annie's going
to be here shortly. Ben's always welcome but we'd like to have some
family time with you tonight."

Simon glanced at Justin and I wondered what he was thinking. Was
he going to say something like Justin's not family? But he didn't. He
just shrugged and said "Okay," and disappeared back to his room.

About half an hour later Ben and Simon came tramping down. Ben
had his bag over his shoulder. They came in and Ben thanked Mom for
letting him stay.

"You need a ride home?" I asked Ben.

"Nah, we're gonna walk it," said Simon.

"Are you going to take long?" my Mom asked Simon.

"Just gonna get something," Simon said.

"Okay," said Mom.

I stepped forward and held out my hand. "Great to see you Ben," I
said. He smiled and we shook hands. Ben glanced over at Justin and I
got the impression he was still a little too awestruck to initiate any
interaction with him.

But Justin stepped forward and said, "Nice meet'n ya, you've got a
pretty good game man!" and Ben smiled at him and mumbled thanks.

Simon started to go, but I could tell there was something Ben
wanted to ask Justin, but he didn't seem to have the nerve to do it. He
followed Simon to the doorway, glancing back a couple of times, and
then he stopped and said very quietly, "Could I have your autograph?"

Justin looked up from the paper and grinned at him.

"Sure," he said. There was an awkward moment as it appeared Ben
had no idea what to have Justin sign. Simon grabbed a piece of stick-it
yellow paper from the phone and waved it at Justin.

"Aren't there a couple of CDs in my pack?" I said to Justin. Justin
often carried CDs and pictures to sign if he ran into fans. One time
he'd put some stuff in my pack when we'd been going out and they
were still there. "Hang on," I said and ran up to my room. Opening the
pack I found three CDs stuffed in one of the compartments.

I took them all back to Justin and handed them to him.

He opened one and with a marker he wrote a short note, signed it
and handed it to Ben, who smiled happily as he read it to himself.
Simon was watching, looking a little jealous, but Justin filled in a
second one and handed it to Simon. Simon thanked Justin gratefully
and the two of them were bubbling in front of us.

"Does Cam prefer Cam or Cameron?" Justin asked, holding the last
CD.

"Usually Cam," said Simon.

Justin nodded and wrote something on the last CD and handed it to
Simon.

"Can you see he gets it?" asked Justin.

"Sure!" said Simon, "we can drop it by now. This is so cool. Now
everyone will believe us!' he gushed.

"Simon, can you just not tell anyone until we leave?" I said. "I don't
want people coming over and bugging Justin. Kay?"

"Sure. We won't tell anyone. When we do, we'll just say we met him
at a record store!"

"Well, you might have to work on a better story," I said smiling.

They both thanked Justin again and ran out the door. Justin looked
over at me and grinned.

"I guess it could be worse..." I said, "they could be girls!" and he
laughed.



"So what are we going to do with two hours to ourselves?" I asked
Justin. He was lying on the guest bed and I was sitting on top of him,
staring into his eyes, my hands on his shoulders. He was smiling back
at me. His eyes are so sensual. I could fall into his eyes. I wanted him
so bad.

Mom and Dad had gone out to do something, Simon was over at
Ben's, and my sister was not expected until five. And the guest
bedroom door had a lock on it.

"I don't know," he shrugged, grinning.

"Seems like a shame to just waste it sleeping," I said.

"We don't have to sleep," Justin offered. "There's other things you
can do in a bed."

"Like what?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, I don't know," he said, and then he reached up with his arms
and pulled me down into a kiss.

"That's not bad," I said, kissing him again. And again.

I ran my hands up and down his chest, pulling at the shirt. We
slowly undressed each other, kissing and hugging as we went.
Caressing and exploring each other. A long sensual foreplay that we
tried not to hurry, though our hunger for each other made it almost
impossible to linger.

As I shoved down my underwear, and settled down upon Justin's
naked body, I shivered. Feeling his legs, chest and stomach against
mine. Our hard dicks trapped side by side between our bellies.

We were kissing hard. So hard.

I was sliding a little over the top of him. The friction of his skin
against the underside of the head of my prick was delicious. I was so
horny. Justin was groaning and stretching and thrusting underneath
me. Arching his back and moaning.

God I hoped no one came home while we were at it.

Had to put that out of my head. Concentrate on sex. On the feelings
of my dick. On the beautiful body beneath me.

I slipped down, kissing his chest and feeling him all over, then slid
quickly lower, kissing his chest. Justin's hands came to my head and I
went lower. I was over the top of it and it was waving up at me,
shaking just a little and I hesitated. Should I try? I so much wanted to.
I ran my hands up and down the sides of his chest and his hips thrust
up at me, his tool, like a missile, rising up towards me, and I took that
as an invitation. He could stop me if he wanted to. He had his hands
on my head.

I leaned down, opened my mouth and sucked him inside up to the
ridge of the head. He moaned loudly and bucked and it traveled half
an inch further up and then slid down, my lips sliding over the ridge
and Justin exhaling loudly. His hands, still tightly clutching my head,
didn't push me away or push me down either. They were just there.

Encouraging.

And I knew I could keep going. That he wanted me to. That he was
giving me permission to hold him in my mouth and taste and lick him,
and I opened my mouth and moved up just a little.

Now I could take time. Now I could excite and torment him. I had all
the time in the world to worship him. This was going to be fun. He
wasn't going to forget this moment soon. And I oh so slowly, pushed
out my tongue, and began to carefully swirl it around the head and felt
him shiver and heard him groan.

I gently licked my tongue up and down over the ridge, feeling the
warmth and firmness off him. Sliding my tongue up to the top and
getting just a mild salty taste of him.

Rubbing my tongue back and fourth, then forming my lips into an O
and sliding down, my lips touching him just below the top, pushing
them together to form a seal around him as I went lower, sliding
slowly lower.

Justin was groaning louder now. Trying to thrust up into my mouth,
and yet fighting it too. I could feel how taught he was beneath me.
Almost frantic with lust. He wanted to thrust away, but he didn't dare.
I was torturing him and enjoying every second of it.

I slid my left hand to the base of his cock, pushing down against his
pubic bone and part of his thigh, while with my right hand I squeezed
the bottom of the shaft, sliding my hand up and down as I began to
slowly bob up and down on the head, my lips sliding over the sensitive
ridge.

Justin was pushing up against me, but I was pushing back with my
left hand while jerking and tormenting him. Using my tongue to dance
across the top of his cock.

He was groaning and cursing and thrusting and I knew it wouldn't
be long. He was going to cum really soon. I pulled off of him and
looked down at his hard straining member. I absently regarded the
head that would soon be spitting that hot fluid. I kissed the head and
licked it with my tongue and Justin made little grunting noises and
pleaded with me to stop it. Not to stop it. Stop it. He didn't know what
he wanted. I turned to look at his face and he stared at me, his eyes
half-closed, the pupils unfocused and he groaned and I sank back
down into bliss.




When we came down later my Mom looked up at us both and had
this odd expression on her face. For a moment I felt like we had large
neon signs above our heads that were flashing the words 'Just Had
Sex' on and off. I wasn't sure that my Mother wanted to know that
kind of thing. What parent ever really wants to think about their child
having sex?

But there we were. Blushing a little.

I looked at Justin and he had a huge grin plastered on his face and
he was positively glowing. He looked like the cat that ate the canary.
Yet he was the one that had been eaten.

"Annie will be here shortly," she said.

"Yes Mom," I said.

"When are you two going back?" she asked casually. "You're
welcome as long as you want," she added.

"We were thinking about heading back tomorrow. Kind of late
morning."

She nodded.



Annie duly arrived. No boyfriend this time. My sister is a little odd;
and I can say that because she is my sister. She works for a software
company doing project management - whatever that is - but she leads
a bit of an alter-life in an amateur theater troupe. They do very odd
stuff. I've seen a couple of the shows, and they are well done, but
weird. I couldn't understand them, so I just said I liked them and
didn't really say anything else. Better to say nothing than lie is my
motto.

Annie has light brown frizzy hair, and she's pretty good looking I
think. Not like a model, but still pleasant to look at. She's of average
height and weight. Hey, I'm not the one to describe women.

She's kind of the high-energy one of the children. She blows in and
likes to be the center of attention. I'm the quiet one, while Simon, well
he's kind of noisy too, but he's a little more self confident I think, and
no longer needs to be the center of attention all the time. In a way, for
much of his life he has been more of an only child than a youngest
child.

It was typical of Annie to come up just for dinner rather than come
for the whole weekend. Oh, she came home at other times for longer,
but it just seemed so 'her' to be arriving for dinner, staying a few
hours, then giving her regrets and driving off home.

She lives in Connecticut, about three hours away. I didn't know why
she didn't come earlier in the weekend, or stay the night, but she said
she had to get to work the next morning.

There's not a whole lot to tell about her visit. She was charming to
Justin, and whispered to me later that she thought he was really cute.
But she wasn't going to be upstaged by him. She dominated the
evening's conversation, and Justin and Simon seemed to be happy to
let her go. She regaled us with stories from the current show she was
in. She seemed up a notch or two more than usual and I wondered if
this was a performance for Justin. Not a performance in the nature of
an audition. Rather, asserting herself as eldest child and star of the
family, and she wasn't going to be upstaged or supplanted by a pop
singer.

But it would be cynical of me to think that.

I do love my sister. I just don't think I could ever live with her and
short visits are better than long ones. Absence does make the heart
grow fonder.

In a way, as much as I liked seeing her, it was nice when she kissed
us all and waved good-bye. I kind of blew out my breath and rolled my
eyes at Justin as the door was closed and he grinned at me and
seemed to know what I was saying.


It was harder to say good-bye to Simon the next morning. He had
school and didn't want to go, but Mom insisted and I told him that I'd
be back for his birthday. I really wish I could be around Simon more.
He used to be an annoying little runt, but now I love him so much, feel
so protective of him, wish that I could be there more for him.

He went to shake Justin's hand and Justin pulled him into a big hug
and then I hugged Simon and ruffled his hair and told him to get his
lazy butt off to school. Fuck! I nearly cried. I realized it had been a
couple of months since I'd last seen him. It was too long.

And then he was gone and Justin and Mom and I sat around and
chatted for a bit. That last awkward chat before someone leaves.
When everyone knows that it's going to end soon. The person leaving
is a little nervous and excited to get underway, and the person staying
is waiting for the visitor to say goodbye, and thinking about the things
to be done once they've gone.

Finally I said we should get going. Justin and I both got up. Justin
suddenly looking a little nervous. But Mom gave us both a hug and a
kiss, giving Justin an especially long hug, and sent us on our way.


"You okay?" I asked him. He'd been sitting quietly for half the trip.
He hardly said a word after we left my parents.

"Yeah," he said, smiling.

"What's up?"

"Nothing," then he laughed.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just...I'm really glad we did it," he said, smiling.

"Really?" I asked. I was a little surprised. I mean, I hadn't been
expecting a disaster, and I was pleased how well things had seemed to
go, but I also knew it had been a big step for Justin and I wasn't sure
what his reaction would be once it was over and he'd had a chance to
digest it all.

"It was...everyone knew I was gay and they treated me like a
normal person. They were nice to me!"

"You didn't think they would be?"

"I don't know. I wasn't sure! I was so scared it was going to be a
disaster, but it went great!" He laughed and tapped his fingers on the
dashboard.

"Well, don't get yourself too excited, remember this wasn't your
average family. Some people are not nearly as accepting." I don't
know why I said it. It wasn't because I was trying to say my family
was special. Rather, I didn't want Justin to expect everyone to act that
way.

"I know, I know, but at least, this was okay. This was better than
okay, it was great!"




"So?" I asked softly.

"Give me a minute," Justin smirked.

"Take as long as you like," I sighed, lying back on the bed.

"I will," Justin replied mischievously.

I closed my eyes and waited. I was almost shaking with anticipation
and I wasn't sure if he was doing this to be deliberately frustrating, or
whether he really needed to take his time.

I was lying naked on the bed. My head on the pillows, my cock hard,
and pointing at the ceiling.

Straight up.

It doesn't normally do that, but Justin was holding it delicately
between two fingers, while he studied it intently.

Justin was naked too, crouched beside me, his face practically in my
groin.

That was the point. I'd just blown him for the third time, and now he
was making noises about trying it for himself.

I wasn't going to talk him out of it.

But he was taking so long. First I'd blown him. And I'd been hard
the entire time.

Then he had wiped himself up with tissues and we switched
positions. I lay down on the bed while he fidgeted this way and that
until he was comfortable. And I'd been hard the entire time.

Then he took it between his fingers and played with it a little.
Studied it. Ran his eye up and down it. Been so close I could feel his
breath on it. And I'd been fucking hard the entire fucking time!

Now I was leaking so much precum, and so ready to shoot, all he
had to do was open his mouth and I'd squirt a pint down his throat.

Fuck!

I probably shouldn't cum in his mouth the first time.

"So how do I start?" he asked.

I gave him a frustrated groan. Was he serious? We'd already talked
a bit about this. Just do what I had done to him. Or whatever he
wanted to do.  Just...do...something I thought.

"Any way you want to," I finally said, trying to smile at him sexily,
when all I wanted to do was jump on top of him and shove my hot
cock down his mouth! I wanted to say that to him too...but I'd have to
save that for sometime when he was more comfortable with oral sex.

He smiled nervously and turned back to my cock.

He looked at it again. Staring intently, and I was wondering if I was
in for another five minutes of torture when he leaned in and his tongue
snaked out just a little and lightly licked the middle of the shaft.

Just a little flick.

A little rub of his flesh against mine.

It was nothing really.

But knowing it was him...
      ...finally touching me
           ...it made me groan.

He pulled back and giggled a little.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said smiling.

"What?" I repeated.

"I don't know...it didn't, kind of not what I was expecting."

"What were you expecting?" I asked, though I kind of knew the
answer.

"Something. I don't know, that was kind of...nothing."

"Thanks," I laughed a little.

"I didn't mean that," he said seriously.

"Okay, well could you do some more of that 'nothing' to me?"

He smiled and leaned back in and started licking, tentatively at first.
His tongue going up and down in shorts strokes. He started working up
toward the head. The sensations became stronger.

He hesitated a moment, his tongue going back into his mouth and
he frowned for a second.

"What?"

"Now it tastes," he said.

"Bad?"

"No...it just tastes," and he shrugged and leaned in and started
licking the head more.

I wondered whether he was going to be like this through the whole
adventure.

He started to get into the licking, and I started to get into being
licked. He was now going up and down the head, and then the shaft,
and then back to the head. Long strokes followed by short ones. He
was kind of imitating what I did to him, yet he obviously had his own
ideas as well. I tired to take note. I wondered whether this was what
he wanted, and I would have to try it on him next time.

Now he was at the bottom of the shaft and he started to run his
tongue over my balls and I tensed and screwed up my eyes. God! This
was good.

He ran his tongue up and down and around my balls. Jiggling them
in their sack. I was so into it. I wasn't going to cum, but he was
keeping me really close to boiling.

And then suddenly it stopped and he pulled away and was spitting a
little.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

He'd put his hand to his mouth and was still spitting. He coughed
and spat.

"Justin?"

"It's okay," he studied his fingers. "Hair."

"Oh, you want to watch out for that," I smiled at him. I wondered if
he'd never licked out a woman? Or was he just fussy and fastidious?
When I thought about it, he was a very clean boy. Didn't like things
messy or anything. Always liked to wipe up after sex. He was still
warm and cuddling and affectionate afterwards, but he just wasn't into
mess.

I could think of a few things that Justin was never going to be into...

Fuck!  Don't think about those things...think about what's going on
now.

"Stick to the shaft and the head...less hair there," I suggested
helpfully.

"Huh!" he snorted.

He leaned back in and began licking the shaft again. He hadn't gone
down with his mouth yet, just running his tongue over the head, but I
was getting awfully close. All the foreplay had me on the boil and I just
wanted to blow my top.

"Justin!" I gasped.

He looked up and saw I was close. He pulled back a little, taking me
in his hand and stroking me. Stroking me to climax. I groaned. I thrust
upwards. "Faster" I groaned and he stroked me faster...and then I
came.

I came so fucking hard.



On Tuesday Justin jetted off to LA for a meeting about NSYNC stuff.
I was almost giddy and bouncing off the walls. I was in love, I was
happy...so happy I couldn't concentrate on work.

It turns out it's true; the tortured artist is more productive than the
contented one.

Justin called me when he arrived. We had a long chat, and then he
rang off. Said he was going to be really busy in meetings for the next
couple of days and didn't know when he'd be out. But he was hoping
to come back to New York by Saturday and should be able to stay for
a while.

We told each other how much we loved each other, and giggled on
the phone together, and just listened to each other breathing.

I didn't hear from him Wednesday, and by Thursday evening I'd
called him a couple of times but didn't reach him on his cell phone. I
also dropped him an email. I figured he'd call Friday, but he didn't call
then either, and I began wondering if he was going to get back
Saturday after all.

By Saturday afternoon I was in a panic. I hadn't been able to reach
him. I'd emailed him and phoned and not got anywhere. This seemed
crazy. I started wondering if Julie had kidnapped him or something. I
even watched MTV news in case there was a report about him. Maybe
he was ill?

Sunday morning I was a mess and didn't know what to do. I'd left
messages and emails, but not a peep from Justin. Finally I had an
idea. I had Lance's phone and email address. I couldn't bring myself to
call him, I was too emotional, but I thought I would drop him an email,
just casually asking if he'd heard from Justin.


    To: Lance
    Subject: Howdy

    Hi Lance, This is Ethan, Justin's friend. We meet at the night
    club in LA a couple of months ago.

    I've been having trouble reaching Justin. I was worried that
    something had happened to him. Could you just ask him to drop
    me a note to let me know he's okay and not dropped off the face
    of the planet? If he doesn't want to talk to me that's okay...I just
    want to know he's okay.

    Thanks
    Ethan.


I didn't get a reply until the next day.


    From: Lance
    Subject: Re: Howdy

    Ethan, Justin's fine. I'm sure he'll get in contact with you soon.

    Lance.


I stared at the message. I was expecting more. Or less. Justin's
fine? That's it? Then why hasn't he called me? Why's he avoiding my
calls? I couldn't figure it out.

And then it hit me. Justin's dumped me. He just can't bring himself
to tell me. And Lance knows, but doesn't want to get involved. Shit!

Or was I just jumping to conclusions? I'd already done that once.


    To: Justin
    Subject: Please call me

    Justin;

    I've been trying to reach you for the past few days and I don't
    understand why you are avoiding me. Lance say's your okay. But
    you haven't called or even emailed me.  I don't know what to
    think. Did I do something wrong? Have you meet someone else?
    Has your body been taken over by pod people?

    I know this has been very difficult for you. I just want you to
    know that I do love you, and would do anything for you. I really
    wanted it to work out for us. If I've done something wrong please
    give me the chance to make it right.

    If you've changed your mind about us, if you don't want to
    continue our relationship for whatever reason, then I guess I will
    have to accept that. Just let me know where to send your clothes
    and things. I really need to know if that's what happened, or if
    I'm just imagining all kinds of things.

    I can't go on this way. The last few days I've been a mess. If it's
    over please let me know so I can try to move on. I'll always love
    you, no matter what. I just need to know what I should do.

    Love
    Ethan


I rewrote the note five times. Each time it just seemed to get worse.
Finally I couldn't bring myself to read it again, but I had to send it
because I had to know. I hit send and waited. I didn't know what I'd
do if he didn't reply.


I tried to distract myself for a couple of hours. But then it was late
and I thought about going to bed.  I went to check my email one last
time.

The message almost jumped out at me amongst the junk mail and
other things that were in my inbox. I couldn't open it for the longest
time. I stood staring at it, trying to get up the courage to open it.
Something told me things weren't going to be the same after I opened
it.

My hand was shaking on the mouse as I reached to click on it. The
message opened. It was impossibly short.


    From: Justin
    Subject: Re: Please call me

    Do whatever makes you happy. Keep the clothes or throw
    them away.

    Jt


I stared at it, my eyes watering, the text becoming fuzzy. I sat there
sobbing. He'd dumped me. It was over. And I had no idea why.


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To be continued...


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