Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 22:47:40 -0500
From: Happy Penelope <Happy_Penelope@hotmail.com>
Subject: How do you like them apples

Ok, here's a short I just finished. I'm starting on the next part of NUYLM
tomorrow so don't yell at me. ::grin::

Feedback: Happy_Penelope@hotmail.com

Dedication: To Brian, I love you baby!

Disclaimer: This is all true, the little voices in my head said so. The
doctor told me not to listen to them, but why would they lie to me? Ha! Not
true, all fiction. I don't know Nsync or their sexual preferences.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

JC ran from his kitchen to answer the insistent pounding on the front door.
He threw the door open, only to have Justin's closed hand connect with his
forehead.

"Jesus Justin, why the hell are you banging on my door like that in the
middle of the night?" JC asked, rubbing his forehead.

Justin immediately pushed JC's hand away, inspecting the injury on his own.
"Josh, I'm so sorry. Are you ok? Does it hurt very much?" He asked, lightly
prodding at the red spot.

JC gently shoved Justin's hand off his head. "It's fine. Now why are you
here, it's almost midnight."

"I wasn't tired. I wanted to see if you wanted to do something." Justin
said, still trying to check JC's wounded head.

"Justin, it's fine, knock it off." JC ordered, swatting at Justin's hand
once again.

Justin smiled sheepishly at JC. "Can I come in or do I have to stand out
here all night?"

JC sighed, stepping aside so Justin could enter. "Yeah, come on in."

"Thanks" Justin grinned, lightly patting JC's stomach as he passed him in
the doorway.

JC led the way into the living room. He took a seat on black leather sofa in
front of the entertainment center. Justin plopped down next to JC; so close
a hand would barely fit between the two. JC looked at Justin oddly. Justin
had been acting weird the past few weeks. Constantly finding any excuse he
could to touch JC, his hair specifically. Always staring at him, JC was
afraid that he'd developed a nasty wart or something.

"Justin, did you want this spot? I can move if you wanna sit here." JC
offered, beginning to rise from the sofa.

Justin grabbed JC's arm, pulling him back down gently. "No, I'm fine here.
You stay where you are." He said, keeping his hold on JC's arm in case he
decided to get up again.

JC gave an exasperated sigh when Justin just seemed to move closer to him.
"Did you want to watch a movie, or were we just going to sit here and stare
at our reflections in the television screen?" He asked, trying to dislodge
his arm from Justin's grasp.

"Sure, let's watch something." Justin said, leaning into JC's side and
caressing the arm he was still holding.

JC looked down at his arm and then back up at Justin. "Umm, you're gonna
have to let go of me if I'm going to put something in." JC suggested, trying
once again to free himself.

Justin smiled sheepishly as he released JC. "Sorry" He mumbled, embarrassed
that he'd forgotten to let go.

JC chuckled as he rose from the sofa. "What do you wanna watch?"

"I don't care. Whatever you wanna watch." Justin said, his eyes never
leaving JC.

JC looked through the DVD collection, before returning to the sofa without
putting anything in. He sat at the opposite end from Justin, remote in hand.
Justin moved down beside JC, sitting just as close as he had been. He rested
one arm on the back of the sofa, twisting his fingers in the hair at the
nape of JC's neck. JC squirmed, pressing his side against the end of the
sofa. Justin moved closer, his fingers finding JC's hair once again.

"Justin, stop it!" JC nearly shouted, swatting at Justin's hand.

Justin moved his arm from the back of the sofa. He crossed his arms,
sticking his bottom lip out in a pout that only he could get away with.

"You want something to drink?" JC asked, ignoring Justin's pout.

"Do you have any apple juice?" Justin queried; realizing that JC wasn't
going to acknowledge his pouting.

JC stopped in the doorway, eyeing Justin curiously. "Apple juice? Since when
do you drink apple juice?"

Justin shrugged; "I've always liked apple juice." He replied, flipped
through the channels on the television.

"Hmm, I've never seen you drink it." JC said, heading toward the kitchen to
get their drinks.

Justin continued changing channels, trying to find something to watch. He
noticed a small throw pillow at the other end of the sofa; that appeared to
have been indented by a head. He then saw a book lying on the table at the
end of the sofa. He knew JC liked to lay on the sofa and read quietly. He
picked up the pillow, bringing it up to his face. He inhaled deeply,
breathing in the scent of apples from JC's hair, burying his nose in the
pillow the way he longed to do with his hair. Justin moaned, the smell of JC
on the pillow was unbelievably erotic.

JC watched Justin from the door. He wondered what Justin found so
fascinating about a throw pillow, obviously it didn't smell bad because
Justin looked like he was trying to inhale it.

"What are you doing Justin?" JC asked, grinning at the startled expression
on his friend's face.

"I was just trying to find something to watch." Justin said, holding up the
remote.

JC handed Justin his juice. "No, I meant what were you doing with the
pillow."

Justin laid the pillow in his lap, hiding the hardness that had developed.
He ran his fingers slowly over the pillow, wishing it were JC's hair
instead. "Just smelling it." He stated, as if it were a normal thing to be
doing.

JC chuckled lightly; "I could tell you were smelling it. But why were you?"
He inquired amusement evident in his eyes.

"It smells like you." Justin answered, turning back to the television.

JC snatched the pillow away from Justin. "You were smelling this pillow,
because it smells like me?" He asked, waving the pillow in Justin's face.

Justin smacked JC's hand, to stop him from hitting his face again with the
pillow. "Yes" He said.

"Why do you wanna smell it if it smells like me?" JC asked, sniffing the
pillow himself to see what Justin was talking about. He didn't know what was
so great about it; all he smelled was his shampoo.

Justin licked his lips lasciviously and grinned at JC. "Because it fucking
makes me hornier than hell." He said, looking down at the obvious tent in
his jeans.

JC jerked back away from Justin. Nearly falling off of the sofa. Justin
reached out to steady him. JC jerked away. "Don't touch me! I think you
better leave Justin." He suggested, scooting further down on the sofa.

Justin shrugged nonchalantly. "Fine, I'll see you in the morning. We're
having breakfast at my place." He informed his flustered friend, as he
picked up the throw pillow heading for the door.

"Umm Justin, that's my pillow." JC hesitantly said.

Justin turned to JC with a smirk. "I either take the pillow or I stay here
and smell you."

"Ye . . . yeah . . . just . . . take the pillow." JC stuttered, nervously.

Justin flashed JC a mischievous smile and headed for the door. "Thanks" He
shouted, over his shoulder.

JC stared in astonishment at the door Justin had just exited. He was
seriously beginning to think he was having some bizarre dream and would wake
up any minute. He fell asleep on the sofa, still contemplating Justin's
behavior.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Justin answered the door, smiling broadly. "Morning guys!" He said, greeting
Joey, Lance, and Chris.

"Since when are you so cheery in the morning?" Chris asked, eyeing Justin
suspiciously.

Justin frowned at Chris, looking behind him at Joey and Lance. "Where's
Josh?"

Lance pushed Chris out of the way and headed for the kitchen. "No clue. His
car was still in the drive when Joey and I drove by."

"Maybe Bobbee stayed the night." Joey suggested, not noticing the glare he
received from Justin.

Justin yanked open a cabinet door, grabbing a bowl for his cereal. "She wasn
't there last night."

Chris interrupted before Joey could respond. "Jesus Justin, who the hell did
your shopping?" He asked, moving things around in the refrigerator.

Justin ignored Chris, and went about fixing his cereal before the rest of
his breakfast grew cold.

"Geez Justin, are you hungry? What all do you have there?" Lance asked,
laughing and pointing at Justin's plate.

Justin began naming everything he had as he pointed it out. "Apple cinnamon
waffles, applesauce, apple juice, apple jacks, and that's an apple."

"I can see everything you have there smart ass. Why do you have all of that
apple shit?" Lance queried.

Chris slammed a cabinet door. "You think that's bad; you should look in the
refrigerator and cabinets." He said, turning from the cabinet in disgust.

Joey curious as to what Chris was talking about went over to the
refrigerator. "Holy shit, apple juice, applesauce, apple butter, apple
jelly, apple cinnamon yogurt, apples, even apple tea." He then opened the
freezer. "Apple cinnamon waffles, frozen apple pie, everything's apple." He
stated, in complete shock.

Lance looked worriedly at Justin. Justin, unconcerned by his friend's stares
continued eating. JC came in the back door as Chris resumed his search for
food.

Chris seeing that JC had bags nearly pounced on him. "Please tell me you
brought food."

JC laughed. "Of course, Justin never has food."

"I've got food." Justin argued, as he walked over to JC and hugged him from
behind.

Justin squeezed JC tightly to him, rubbing his nose in the back of JC's hair
and inhaling deeply.

JC squirmed against Justin's hold. "Justin, stop it."

Justin licked the back of JC's neck, and then released him. JC inhaled
sharply and quickly retreated to the other side of the kitchen.

Lance grinned at JC's discomfiture. He'd guessed a few weeks ago that Justin
had a thing for JC. Justin had hidden it well up until now.

"What's wrong with the food Justin has?" JC asked, looking at Chris as he
shuffled through the bags JC had brought.

Chris groaned Joey and Lance chuckled. "Every fucking thing that's edible in
this kitchen is something apple."

JC groaned, realizing that last night wasn't the first time Justin thought
about him like that.

Justin grinned, patting the chair next to him. "Come sit down and eat Josh."

JC sat warily in the chair that Justin had indicated. He began to fill his
plate from the food he'd brought that Chris had sat out on the table.

Joey excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Justin scooted his chair closer to JC. His left hand drifted up to the nape
of JC's neck, twisting into his hair and feeling the softness. Justin felt
JC tense up, he stilled his hand resting it on JC's neck calming him.

"So, what are we doing today?" Lance asked, as he rinsed his dishes in the
sink.

"Shopping" Chris and Justin shouted at the same time.

JC and Lance chuckled as Justin smacked Chris in the head. Chris shoved
Justin and he fell into JC. JC grabbed Justin to keep from falling; they
both ended up on the floor. JC groaned as Justin landed on top of him.
Justin raised the top half of his body, looking down on his friend's face.
JC eyes were closed. Justin began running his fingers through JC's hair,
feeling for a head injury. Not finding anything he moved his hands to JC's
face and slowly traced them down his neck. JC kept his eyes closed, biting
his bottom lip. Justin raised the top half of his body further, pressing his
crotch into JC's. He brought his hands down to JC's chest, caressing more
than feeling for injuries. As Justin's hardness became evident, JC moaned.
Chris cleared his throat. JC's eyes popped open, he quickly shoved Justin
off of him.

"I'm fine." JC said, as Justin reached out for him.

Justin opened his mouth to speak. Joey walked back into the kitchen, a
stunned look on his face. He stopped behind Lance, gently stroking his back.

"Justin, are you feeling ok?" Joey inquired, frowning worriedly at Justin.

Justin, who had been staring at JC, turned to look at Joey. "I'm fine Joe.
Why?"

"You know you can tell us anything, right Justin?" Joey pressed on, sure
that there was something wrong with his young friend.

Justin sighed in exasperation, "I know that Joey."

Lance grew concerned by Joey's questioning of Justin. "Baby, what's wrong?"
He asked, turning to place an arm around Joey.

"Have you guys looked around this house lately?" Joey asked, looking from
Lance to Chris and then JC.

Justin stood up glaring at Joey. "You got a problem with my fucking house
Joey?"

JC placed a hand on Justin's arm, pulling him back down on to his chair. He
kept his hold on Justin's arm, afraid that he was going to jump across the
table after Joey.

"Why don't you tell us what the problem is Joey." JC suggested, squeezing
Justin's arm as he began to open his mouth.

Joey glanced cautiously at Justin before answering. "He's got apples
everywhere. Apple candles and potpourri in every room. Damn, he's even got
apple rugs and curtains all over. There's a fucking apple shower curtain in
the bathroom!"

JC groaned, crossing his arms on the table and dropping his head onto them.

"What's up with this apple obsession J?" Lance asked, looking at Justin
sympathetically.

Chris snickered, "It'll pass it's just a phase. Remember he went through
that thing where this place looked and smelled like a whorehouse when he
first started dating Britney."

"So who's he interested in now? I can't see Britney into something as
wholesome as apples." Joey grinned, mischievously.

JC kept his head down, praying that he wouldn't be mentioned.

Justin stood quickly from his chair, knocking it over as he moved. "Fuck you
all!" He shouted, heading for the door.

The four remaining men looked at each other as they heard Justin's bedroom
door slam.

"Somebody go find out what that was about." Chris said, clearing away the
left over food from their breakfast.

Joey and Lance looked at each other.

JC stood, looking at his friends with disgust. "Christ, it's my problem I'll
deal with it." He said, storming out of the room.

Lance grinned knowingly at his departing friend's back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

JC banged on Justin's bedroom door, after finding it was locked. "Justin,
open the door."

"Go away!" Justin shouted, through the locked door.

JC remembered that the bedroom beside Justin's shared the same bathroom. He
hurried to the other bedroom and into the bathroom. He prayed that Justin
hadn't thought to lock the door. He turned the knob quietly. The door
opened. JC saw Justin lying on the bed, face up staring at the ceiling. He
looked as if it were all he could do not to cry. JC slowly made his way over
to the bed.

JC eased down onto the bed next to Justin. "Justin, what's going on with
you?" He asked, reaching out and stroking his friend's cheek with the back
of his hand.

Justin turned his face into the touch. "I want you." He stated, looking into
JC's eyes.

JC sighed, "Why?" He asked, turning his hand over to cup Justin's cheek in
his palm.

"You're the most beautiful person I know." Justin stated, earnestly.

JC stroked Justin's cheek with his thumb. "So, you want me because I'm good
looking?"

Justin sat up, reaching out to touch JC's face. "It's not just the way you
look. I mean yeah, you're beautiful on the outside, but you're beautiful in
here too." Justin said, tapping JC on the chest with one finger.

JC groaned, pulling Justin into a tight embrace. "God Justin. Why do you do
this to me?"

"Do what?" Justin asked, muffled by JC shoulder.

JC stroked the back of Justin's neck. "Make me want you."

"It's not wrong Josh, it can't be." Justin proclaimed, kissing JC's neck
softly.

JC snaked his hand under Justin's shirt, stroking the strong smooth back
beneath. "Justin, I'm with Bobbee." He said, his actions contrary to his
words as he caressed further up Justin's back.

"So dump her, she's a gold digging fame seeking bitch anyway." Justin
growled, biting gently at JC's throat.

JC pulled back from Justin slightly, letting his tongue trail across Justin'
s cheek. His mouth resting at the corner of Justin's, his tongue peeking out
and gently touching Justin's bottom lip. Justin turned his head, capturing
JC's lips with his. JC's tongue probed Justin's lips. Their tongue's met,
dancing together.  Justin's hand slipped between them, reaching for the
buttons on JC's shirt, quickly unfastening them. He yanked JC's shirt off
his shoulders, dragging it down and off of his arms. JC grasped the hem of
Justin's shirt, breaking the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over his
head. JC kissed down Justin's neck, gently sucking and biting. His left hand
finding a nipple, pinching softly. He traced Justin's chest with his tongue,
taking the other nipple into his mouth. Nipping at the tight bud, his hand
stroking the smooth taut skin. Justin reached down, pulling JC up.

Justin thrust his hands into JC's wild hair, pulling his face up to meet up
to meet his own. "God, your hair drives me fucking wild." He growled,
knotting his fists in JC's mane.

JC's lips molded Justin's, fitting perfectly together. Justin sucked JC's
tongue into his mouth, one hand sliding down JC's back, cupping his ass, the
other gripping JC's hair. JC's tongue licked over the roof of his mouth.
Justin moaned, wrapping his legs around JC's thighs, thrusting against him.
JC pulled away, his tongue running slowly down Justin's body, stopping to
pull at the waistband of his jeans with his teeth.

Justin pushed JC off of him. "Take your pants off." He ordered, caressing
the bulge in his own pants.

"Christ, quit touching yourself." JC groaned, fumbling with the button on
his jeans.

Justin chuckled, as he began unfastening his own pants.

"Shit" JC cursed, tripping as he tried stepping out of his jeans. Justin lay
on the bed, squirming out of his.

Justin's breath caught as JC crawled naked onto the bed. "So fucking
beautiful." Justin mumbled, pulling JC on top of him.

Justin's lips covered JC's. His left hand inched between their bodies,
reaching down and encircling JC's erection. He squeezed gently, loving the
feel of JC in his hand.

JC moaned, pulling Justin's hand away from him. "Stop, it won't last much
longer if you don't." He panted.

JC kissed across Justin's cheekbone, sucking and nibbling on his earlobe.
Justin pushed JC's head down to his chest. JC encircled a nipple with his
tongue, gently scraping it with his teeth until it hardened to a point. He
sucked the budded flesh into his mouth. Justin inhaled deeply, burying his
hands in JC's hair. JC drew away, biting softly as he teased the other one
between his fingers. Kissing his way down Justin's torso, JC paused to
slowly run his lips over his ribs. Justin shivered as JC's tongue found it's
way to his navel, tenderly probing the indentation. He gently took Justin's
cock into his hand, stroking it lightly as he bathed Justin's navel with his
tongue. Justin weaved his fingers through the softness of JC's hair. JC
licked his way down to Justin's hip. He ran his nose from the base of Justin
's hardened penis to the head. His tongue gently touched the head, lightly
probing the slit. Slowly running kisses down the hardened shaft, he lapped
at Justin's balls with his tongue. His tongue wet and hot, trailed down the
smooth patch of skin behind Justin's balls. He gently stroked the cleft of
Justin's ass with his tongue. He kissed Justin's left cheek before pulling
away; he carefully turned the younger man over onto his stomach.

"So so pretty." JC whispered, running a finger over the curve of Justin's
ass.

His tongue laved Justin's perineum once again. JC spread Justin's cheeks
tenderly. He lightly blew on Justin's wrinkled pucker. His tongue flicked
gently over the opening. Justin moaned. JC ran his finger over the tight bud
of Justin's hole. His tongue touched it once more, gently applying pressure
he pushed tongue into Justin's ass. Justin squirmed, thrusting his cock
against the bed. JC's tongue explored tasting and fucking Justin's tight
hole. JC, so turned on by what he was doing to Justin, thrust his hard cock
into the mattress. He squeezed Justin's balls lightly as Justin reached
under himself and began stroking his own erection. JC fucked Justin's hole
with his tongue a few minutes more.

 He turned Justin back over. They kissed, tongues exploring, Justin tasting
himself on JC's tongue. JC shifted slightly off of Justin, his hand returned
to Justin's ass. Justin's legs spread eagerly. JC's fingers spread Justin's
cheeks apart. His finger feathered over the tight opening. Justin's right
hand drifted to JC's cock, stroking it. JC slowly pushed one finger into
Justin. He moved the finger around, feeling how hot and tight Justin was. JC
began moving his finger in and out. Justin moaned into JC's mouth. JC
encouraged by Justin's moans tenderly slipped a second finger in beside the
first. He fucked Justin with his fingers as Justin's stroking on his cock
increased.

Justin broke this kiss. He looked into JC's eyes. "I want you to fuck me. I
wanna feel you inside me." He whispered, breathlessly.

JC carefully removed his fingers from Justin's ass. Reaching over, he
grabbed a bottle of lotion off of the table beside the bed. He put some on
his fingers and rubbed it into Justin's hole. He then lubed himself. JC
moved over on top of Justin. Justin's legs parted, inviting JC into the v
they made. Their lips met again as Justin's hands found their way into JC's
hair. JC's cock probed at the cleft of Justin's ass. Justin wrapped his legs
around JC's hips. JC's cock touched the wrinkled pucker. Justin hissed in
pain as the head entered his tight hole. JC stopped, waiting for Justin's
pain to ease.

JC buried his face in Justin's neck. "I'm sorry baby. Do you want me to
stop?" He asked, kissing and tasting the sweat at the base of Justin's
throat.

Justin caressed JC's back with both hands. "No, don't stop. Don't ever
 stop." He emphatically replied, raising his hips, trying to take more of JC
into him.

JC slowly slid a couple more inches in, watching Justin's face for
discomfort. Justin smiled, pressing his lips to JC's. JC slid the rest of
the way in. He paused for a moment, to allow Justin to get used to the feel
of him. Justin arched into JC, encouraging him to continue. They moved
perfectly in sync, JC's cock moving in and out of Justin's body. His stomach
squeezing Justin's erection between their bodies. Justin came first, arching
his back and cumming on their stomachs. JC came as Justin's ass spasmed,
squeezing his cock. JC rested his head in the curve of Justin's neck. He
slowly softened and slipped from Justin's body.

"JC, your cell phone was ringing. It's Bobbee." Chris shouted, through the
locked bedroom door.

"Damn" JC swore, under his breath. "I'll be right there." He yelled to
Chris.

JC sat up, breaking the embrace. He sat on the edge of the bed and began to
dress, not seeing the sadness in Justin's eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

JC and Justin emerged from the bedroom fully dressed. They headed toward the
noise coming from the living room. Joey and Lance were wrestling for the
television remote. Chris was talking to Bobbee on JC's phone. JC took the
phone from Chris. He stepped into the hallway for some privacy. Justin sat
gently on the sofa beside his wrestling friends.

"What's the matter Justin?" Lance asked, noticing the sadness on his friend'
s face.

Justin sighed, leaning into Lance. Lance wrapped his arm around Justin's
shoulder. They sat together, Justin not talking and Lance holding him.

JC reemerged after about ten minutes. A frown coming to his face, as he saw
Joey and Chris trying to hook up the playstation and Justin in Lance's arms.
Lance released Justin as JC approached, excusing himself to go to the
bathroom.

JC sat beside Justin, stroking his back. "Are you ok?" He asked, wishing
Justin would look at him.

"I thought that was what I wanted, but it wasn't." Justin whispered,
wrapping his arms around himself and resting his head on his knees.

JC's chest tightened at Justin's words. "What is it you want then?" He
quietly asked, afraid of the answer.

"I want what he has." Justin stated, pointing at Joey.

"You want Lance?" JC shouted in disbelief, drawing the attention of Chris,
Joey and Lance as he entered the room.

Justin chuckled lightly at the shock on JC's face. "No, I want what they
have. I want it with you." He said, his eyes glued to the floor, afraid to
look at JC.

JC lifted Justin's chin, cupping his cheek with the other hand. "You can
have that Justin. We can have that. I just broke up with Bobbee."

Justin threw himself into JC's arms, pressing his mouth to the older mans.
JC was just getting into the kiss when Justin broke it. He pulled out of JC'
s arms, jumping up from the sofa.

"Where are you going?" JC asked, confusion written all over his face.

"To get rid of all of that apple shit. I've got the real thing now; I don't
need it anymore." He grinned, running from the room.

Joey, Lance, Chris, and JC looked at each other and began to laugh.

The End