Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 22:44:28 EDT
From: RinSong@aol.com
Subject: Dreams part 3

Dreams
by Rin

Email: RinSong@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Feedback: Love it!  Live for it!  Flames will be quenched with my
handy-dandy fire extinguisher (kept close at hand by the computer).
Besides, feedback is what keeps me writing.

For those of you who know my writing, sorry that it has been so long since
I have submitted anything, anywhere.  For those of you who don't know it,
enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't know any of the members of 98 Degrees, or their sexual
preferences but I sure wish I did!!  Same with *Nsync.  I am making no
money off of this.  I am doing this for my sick and twisted entertainment
as well as for those who read it. <Grin>

Archive: Just the following for now thanks Nifty and
Dirty Pop http://www.freespeech.org/dirtypop/

Special thanks to Pen for her wonderful beta and encouragement on this story.

  Part 6

  Nick had no idea why he was doing this.  Here he was, one minute ago,
wanting nothing more than seeing Justin Timberlake in utter and total
humiliation.  Now, he was kissing him like he had never kissed anyone.
Justin was lying on the floor beneath him, moaning into his mouth.  Nick
was getting more turned on by the moment.

 He began to grind his hips into the smaller man.  This action earned an
eager growl from Justin who reacted by kissing him back with such force
that he thought he was going to choke.  He pulled back and grinned.  Justin
was reaching for him and making small noises that were a toss up between a
whimper and growl.

"Why did you stop," Justin asked, confusion written on his face.

"Justin, should we do this?"

Justin grinned.  He said nothing, only lifting his hips up enough to brush
the hard heat of his erection against Nick.  Nick closed his eyes and
shuddered at the wonderful sensation this brought on.  The friction alone
was almost enough to push him over the edge.  He loved boxers.  They were
wonderful in moments like this.  He never had to worry about feeling
constricted, although his jeans were a bit too tight.

Before he could do anything else, he felt a strong grip around his
erection, stroking it through his jeans.  "You can ask that all you want,
Nick Lachey. But I think the answer is rather obvious."

Nick opened his eyes and grinned at Justin.  He stood up in one smooth
motion.  He then leaned down and picked up Justin, wrapping his arms around
the smaller man and picking him up.  "Your room or mine?"

"Mine," Justin said, leaning in and starting to nip at Nick's neck.  "It's
right through the door you are facing."

Nick said nothing further, he walked over and pushed the door open.  He
walked in and put Justin down on the bed.  Turning away, he went and locked
the door so they would not be disturbed.  Turning back to the bed, he saw
Justin pulling at his clothes.  "Oh no you don't.  That is my job," Nick
said, walking over and pinning Justin's arms down.

"Oh God, Nick, don't torture me like this.  I can't take it," Justin said,
struggling against Nick's powerful arms.  Nick, meanwhile was licking at
Justin's bare shoulder, working his way down on to Justin's chest.  He
kissed and licked and nibbled at the pale flesh.

Justin was in ecstacy. He gasped in shock as he felt a wet heat envelope
his nipple.  "Oh, yes, don't stop."

Nick let go of Justin's arms and began to run his hands lightly down
Justin's sides.  He found the waistband of Justin's pants and quickly moved
to the buttons in the front.  It was times like this that he hated jeans.
Popping the buttons loose, he pulled back from his ministrations and stood
up.  Justin was smiling at him, his eyes filled with want.  Nick pulled
Justin's pants off and dropped them to the floor.

Justin sat up and reached for Nick's pants only to have his hands smacked
away.  "Nope, you can't touch yet.  I am not done with you."  Justin looked
up and Nick stepped away and undid his jeans.  He quickly pulled them down
and stepped out of them.  It was at times like this that he loved his
larger size.

He stepped up to the bed and pushed Justin back down.  He began at the
nipple he had worked to a perfect erect form and began his way down.  He
stopped at Justin's navel for a moment and then followed the light trail of
blonde hair down until it disappeared into the waistband of Justin's
underwear.

He could see Justin's arousal through the thin cotton.  There was a wet
patch visible where Justin was leaking precome.  Justin began to move
around, obviously missing the affection he had been receiving.  Nick
reached up and pulled off Justin's underwear in one smooth motion.

Before Justin could react, Nick swallowed him.  Justin moaned loudly.  "Oh,
Nick.  Yes, that feels so good.  Don't stop!"

Feeling the younger man begin to move quicker, Nick pulled back.  "Wha..?"
Justin opened his eyes and sat up.  "Why did you stop?"

"I don't want you to go yet.  I want this to last as long as possible."

Justin laughed.  "Nick, I am twenty years old.  I can get off more than
once in a night you know."

"I know, but making you wait to come makes for one powerful orgasm.  Trust
me."

"All right," Justin said.  Before Nick could react, Justin reached over and
yanked down his boxers.  As Nicks cock sprang free from its cotton prison,
Justin claimed his prize.

Nick thought he was going to pass out.  Justin was wonderful!  He had never
had someone make him feel this way.  Justin knew exactly what to do.
Before he knew it, he could feel his orgasm climbing.  He tried to pull
away, but Justin had a death grip on his ass.  He groaned and felt the
surge of raw animalistic passion overwhelm him.

 Justin managed to swallow all of it.  Barely.  He drew back, gasping for
air when Nick looked down at him.  Justin grinned.  Nick's eyes were
clouded over with post-orgasm haze.  He leaned down and kissed Justin
deeply.

Nick could taste himself on Justin's tongue.  He loved it.  Pulling back
from the smaller man, he said softly, "I want you."

 Justin could have come right then and there.  Nick had that after-sex husk
in his voice.  "Good.  Come and get me."

Nick took full advantage of this invitation.  He lifted the smaller man up
further onto the bed and pushed his thighs apart.  He kissed Justin and
placed his hand between Justin's open thighs and began to explore.

Justin whimpered when Nick's finger came in contact with his puckered
opening and pushed softly.  Wait," Justin said. He pulled out of Nick's
grasp and walked over to his luggage.  After a moment of searching, he came
back to bed with a tube of lubricant.

Nick grinned at him and took the tube.  He applied a small amount to his
finger and when Justin was beneath him again, he gently eased his finger
inside.  Justin gasped in pleasure.  "More, please."

"All right, baby, hang on."  Nick pulled his finger out and put some lube
on his now hard cock and leaned over Justin.  He relaxed back on his knees
and pulled Justin's legs up and around his waist.  He slowly began to push.

Justin was panting beneath him.


"Yes, more, please."  Justin was sweating now.  He was pleading with Nick
and whimpering again.  This drove Nick wild.  He pushed himself in the rest
of the way and rested for a moment.

Justin began to squirm.  Nick grinned and began to move slowly.  After a
few moments, he picked up the pace and lifted Justin off of the mattress,
to rest in his lap.  Justin had his head thrown back.  He was panting and
gasping for air.

Justin wrapped his arms around Nicks neck, feeling the sweat there.  He
knew they had to be generating some serious heat.  He felt wonderful.
Never before had he felt like this with another man.  Yeah, there had been
those few times with Joey, before Lance came into the picture.  But, that
had just been sex, this was pure heaven.

Nick began to thrust quicker and harder, bringing louder moans from
Justin. They were both close.  Justin was saying something.  Nick could
just barely make it out.  It was his name.  Over and over again.  "Nick.
Nick.  Nick."

It was in that moment that Justin came.  He felt him tense up and all but
scream in passion.  He felt the hot fluid hit his chest once, twice, a
third, and a fourth time.  He started after the first shot.

Afterward, neither one of them moved for a few moments.  Justin sat with
his head on Nick's shoulder.  Nick his head thrown back and was staring at
the ceiling.  "Wow."

Nick chuckled at this whispered word.  "I am glad you liked it."

"It was fan-fucking-tastic.  Thank you Nick."  Justin lifted his head and
kissed Nick softly.  "I never want to move."

"Well, you may not want to, but I need to.  My legs are falling asleep,"
Nick said with a grin.  He lifted Justin off his lap and stood up.  Justin
stretched.  Nick thought he looked like a cat made human, all sinew and
sleek muscle.

Justin rose off of the bed and walked over to the bathroom door.  Once
there he stopped, turning to look at Nick he asked a soft question.  "Are
you going to join me and clean my back?"

Nick smiled and walked across the floor and into the bathroom.