Date: Sun, 6 May 2007 09:38:13 -0400 From: Ansel * <music-fan-1@hotmail.com> Subject: Justin's Angel-65 This is a sexually explicit story (at times) involving homosexuality. By continuing to read, you affirm under penalties of perjury that you are not a minor or in the company of a minor and are entitled to have access to this story. The following is a fictitious story with no real basis or credibility. It is solely for the enjoyment of the reader. Its all just fun. It does not imply anything about the sexual preferences or lifestyle of Justin Timberlake or any other celebrity mentioned in the story. Previously The cameras flicked off, Michael sighing, Justin wrapping his arms around him again. "You okay, Mico?" "Let's go home, Jus. Let's just go home." Larry stood up and shook their hands again, then hugging Michael. "You take care my young friend." "I will Larry, it's been a pleasure meeting you." "It's been even more meeting you, Michael." Justin and Michael walked out of the studio, Paulo and Lonnie walking in front and behind the two men. Justin kept looking at Michael seeing his quiet mood. They got into their vehicle, Lonnie driving now. Paulo looked back at Michael, who remained quiet, Justin holding his hand. "Man, Michael. That bastard has some nerve. I want to get that fuck so much!" "I'd just as soon not talk about it, Paulo." Michael didn't say anything more, turning and looking out the window. Paulo looked at Justin, Justin just shaking his head. They drove home in silence, everyone sensing Michael didn't want to talk just yet. What they didn't know was Michael was disappointed. In himself. For his own failure. Chapter 65 The vehicle pulled up in front of their house, Justin getting out of the back seat, followed by Michael. Lonnie and Paulo were both looking around, scanning the area. Michael saw what they were doing, not saying anything. He walked up to the front door with Justin, his arm around him, holding him tight. Lance opened the door looking at his friends. His eyes looked upon Michael, seeing his quiet mood. Josh stood behind Lance, his arm around him. "How you doing, Mikey? Are you okay? " Josh said, looking at his friend with concern. "I'm fine, Joshy. I need some time alone everyone, please." Michael said quietly. He walked past them, not saying anything else, walking down the hallway. Lance looked at Justin, then they all watched Michael disappear down the hallway heading for the office. "What's wrong, Jus? Why is Michael so quiet?" Paulo asked, Justin looking at everyone. "I don't know, Paulo. I can't sense anything, whatever it is he's keeping it from me. He needs some time to work it out, it's how he handles it. When something is bothering him he needs to be alone to think it through. All I can do is give him space. You know what I'm like, Josh. When I get mad, I need time by myself to calm down. Michael just needs time to think." They all quietly went into the living room, Josh hitting the rewind on the video player. "We taped the show, Jus. Let's watch it. Man what kind of a bastard is Paul. Why doesn't he just leave Michael alone?" Josh said, Lance seeing Josh's anger. "I'll kill that bastard if I ever get my hands on him." Paulo said, remembering Paul's face from that garden. Justin pulled Paulo down onto the couch, rubbing his back. "Stop, Paulo. That kind of talk doesn't help. Lets just give Mico some time to himself." Paulo nodded slowly, looking at Justin. Josh hit play, everyone quietly watching the show. Justin marveled at the beauty Michael showed, his face filling the screen. His eyes seemed to take on a sparkling shine, golden and glowing. They all watched Michael, listening to him open up his life for the world to see. His acceptance of what happened evident in every note and tremble in his voice. Justin hadn't expected that, that openness Michael gave of himself. He hadn't hidden anything. They watched and listened hearing the heated exchange between Michael and Paul. Michael was trying to reason with him, Paul not giving an inch. Lance looked at Michael on the show, catching the moment Michael's mood changed. Lance thought he understood what was wrong with Michael. What Michael was trying to understand. Josh saw Lance's determined face, as if he was deep in thought. "Penny for your thoughts, love." Josh said, kissing his cheek. Lance kissed Josh on the lips, Justin oblivious to what was going on around him, only looking at his Michael on the television screen. Lance tapped Justin's shoulder, Justin looking at Lance. "I think I know what's bothering Michael, Jus." "What is it, Lancy?" Justin asked, his full attention now on his friend. Josh stopped the VCR, it was almost finished anyway. "I believe Michael is disappointed in himself. In his failure." "Failure?" "Yes, Jus. His failure to help Paul." Everyone looked shocked. Michael wanted to help Paul? Lance couldn't be right? "No way, Lance. Why would Michael want to help him?" Justin said. "Maybe Michael sensed some goodness in him, maybe he thought he could save Paul from himself. I don't know that part, Jus. " "I can't believe Michael would want to do that, Lance. Not after Paul raping him and how he tried to kill Lonnie, Paulo and myself." "Lance is right, Jus." Everyone turned looking at Michael standing in the doorway. No one moved, seeing his moist golden eyes. Michael walked over to Justin sitting down beside him. Justin put his arm around him, Justin letting Michael talk. "I need to let all of you know something. I forgave Paul for what he did to me. I already told you that, Jus. I wanted to go on with my life, to leave that behind. To let the past die. Justin healed me with his love, I didn't need that baggage anymore." Justin smiled, kissing Michael's cheek. "Something you told me gave me hope, Lonnie." Lonnie looked at Michael, not sure of what he meant. "Remember that day in New York when you read me the police report on Paul?" Lonnie and Justin both nodded. "You told me that Paul had found god in prison. That he'd accepted god into his heart. He had, guys. He'd made peace with himself. Not with me, but with himself." Justin listened, sensing Michael was leading towards something else. "But he couldn't withstand the evil of my Uncle Fredrick. He's being controlled by Fredrick. Fredrick has gifts also. One is the gift of mind control." Everyone looked uncomfortable hearing that. "None of you need to worry from that. He can't control any of you. I've seen to that." Michael looked down, taking a deep breath. "Your devotion, Michael?" Paulo asked. Michael nodded. "It's like a protective shield around all of you. Your minds can be entered by only me. Adrian was prepared for such a reality." Everyone smiled, relieved at Adrian's fortuativeness. "Paul didn't have that option. Fredrick gained control of his mind, and has control on him completely. Fredrick has destroyed Paul's soul. Fredrick punishes Paul by raping him. The rapist has become the victim. I saw it all in Paul's mind that day in the garden." Everyone looked stunned. " So you see, Paul has his own tortured soul. A soul lost to him. When I talked to him tonight I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could get through to him, the Paul I remember, not the slave of evil. I didn't succeed. I failed." Justin put his arm around Michael, feeling Michael's worried soul. "You didn't fail, Mico. You tried, that in itself says so much. Even against someone who hurt you, you feel no ill will. You wanted to help him, and you tried. I'm sorry it fell on deaf ears, his soul is indeed lost to Fredrick." Michael kissed Justin, feeling his love. "Perhaps, Justin. Only time will tell." Michael seemed still quiet. Lance saw Michael fighting within himself. Justin hugged Michael closer. ""Oh, that name he's using. I clued into it right away. It the names of his two friends, the two who raped me also. Frank Jackson and Pete Phillips. Jackson Phillips. He's honoring their memories by using their names.God, I've failed, Jus. I've failed in trying to stop him, in trying to change the path of his life. He's lost and I can't do anything about it. I thought I could make him see that Fredrick is controlling him, that I'm not what he thinks I am. But he wouldn't listen.". Michael looked into Justin's blue eyes. "That means he may come back into our lives. If he does that means there will be more pain, and I'm afraid for him. I'm scared, Jus. I'm scared that if he tries to hurt you, I'll be forced to hurt him." Everyone looked at Michael, seeing the meaning in those emotional words. Michael sensed he'd have to hurt Paul to save his Justin. Therein lay his conflict. Michael wanted no one hurt, it went against his kind soul that anyone should be hurt. Michael looked down at his hands. "I've already killed someone, Jus. I don't what that to happen again. I don't like the feeling of having someone's life in my hands." Michael was beginning to cry, Josh and Justin both rubbing his shoulders. They all saw Michael's truth. His fear of hurting someone, his good heart only showing through. Lance got up, kneeling in front of Michael. "I see the conflict in your mind and soul, Michael. I know partly how that feels." Michael looked at his friend seeing the pain again in Lance's green eyes. "I know what it feels like to want someone to be gone, to end your pain. I felt like that with Reichen. But you showed me how to walk away from that pain. You stopped me from making the biggest mistake of my life. I'll always love you for that, Mikey. You lead me to the path of Josh's love. To my greatest love." Michael smiled at Lance through his tears, Josh looking into Lance's green eyes, smiling at him. "It's not wrong to want him to go away, it's not wrong to want him to stop. And we can all see your goodness and love, in the fact that you don't want him to be hurt. You have a great soul, Michael. You can love anyone.It's so forgiving, your soul. What will happen with Paul will go its course. Don't go through your life waiting for the inevitable. Go through life living it each day. I heard those words from a wonderful man just a short time ago." Michael smiled at Lance, hearing his own words. Justin kissed his cheek. "We all saw you try and help him, Mico. We all saw your forgiving soul. It's not your fault that he turned aside from your truthful words. You did all you could, you showed him the truth. What happens now is up to him. I'm scared also, Mico. I'm scared for you and for myself, but I won't let that fear rule my life. I feel so lucky, my love. I have the greatest protection. You. You've already showed me your protective love, and I feel safe when you're by my side. Your love is the only protection I need." Justin kissed him, Michael smiling, wiping his eyes. "I feel kind of foolish." Lance got up hugging Michael. "Your not foolish, Michael. That's the one thing you'll never be." Michael smiled, laying his head on Justin's chest. "Thanks, guys, all of you." Everyone smiled, seeing Michael had calmed down and was smiling again. The phone rang, Paulo answering it. "Mikey, it's Nana." Michael smiled. He got up taking the phone from Paulo. Everyone talked quietly while Michael talked to his grandmother. Justin's cell phone went off, as did Michael's in his pocket. Michael handed it to Paulo, Paulo answering. Justin was talking on his, smiling. Paulo was smiling talking into Michael's. Paulo hung up, Justin soon following. Justin's went off again, as did Lance's and Josh's. Lonnie started laughing, Paulo smiling also. Everyone was calling about Michael and Justin. They spent almost an hour, passing phones back and forth, talking to their families and friends. Nana, Vicky, Zach and Christina, Lynn, Randall and Lisa. Joey and Chris both calling. Everyone had watched the show, seeing the drama unfold. All their thoughts and love were directed at Michael. Michael felt a happiness he'd never known. So many people cared about him, so much love was shown for him. Everyone saw Michael's now smiling face when he'd hung up on Randall and Lisa. "Dad says he's proud of both of us, Jus." Justin smiled, hugging Michael, hearing him call his father dad. "He has reason to be." Josh said, Michael and Justin smiling at him. "Well, it's after twelve, you guys must be tired. We should get out of your hair." Lance said, Michael hugging him. "Thanks, Lance. I know how hard it must be for you to bring up Reichen." Lance smiled, Josh's arm slinking around his waist. "He's in the past now, Mikey." Michael smiled, patting his shoulder. Josh, Lance and Lonnie all said their goodnights, leaving the three young men alone. "I'm going to take a shower and call Jake. I said I'd give him a call when we got back. Goodnight guys." Michael smiled watching Justin hug his brother. Then Paulo hugged Michael. Justin and Michael walked around, holding hands while they locked everything up, shutting off lights. Michael was constantly yawning, Justin picking up on his tiredness. He remembered Michael saying he'd tossed and turned all last night, because of Justin's troubled dreams. "Tired, babe?" "Exhausted, love. Do you mind if we don't get too amorous tonight. I just want to cuddle, and fall asleep in your arms." Justin smiled, kissing his cheek. "Sounds good to me, my love." Michael smiled, as they walked into their bedroom. Justin started undressing him, Michael laughing lightly. "I'm not that tired, love." "Relax, babe. Let me take care of you." Justin said, removing Michael's shirt, his hands unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. Within moment, after many light kisses, Justin had Michael nude and directed him to lay down on the bed on his stomach. Michael complied, relaxing on the soft sheets, the blankets pulled back. Justin quickly removed his clothes, climbing on top of Michael's flat body. He began rubbing Michael's shoulders, Michael sighing. "Mmmm, Jus, that feels so good." "Relax my love, let me massage your tired muscles." Justin worked on Michael's muscular shoulders and back, working down to his butt. He skipped it, rubbing his hairy legs. Michael made small contented sounds, Justin smiling that he was having a relaxing effect on him. "Roll over babe and I'll do your chest." Justin said quietly after a few minutes. Michael didn't respond. Justin sighed, knowing Michael was asleep. He quietly lay down beside Michael, kissing his cheek, seeing his relaxed breathing. Justin pulled up the blankets covering both of them. Justin lay there looking at Michael beside him Within a few minutes Michael was rolling around, his body finally snuggling up against Justin. His head laying on his chest. Justin smiled, closing his eyes. Justin thought all about what had happened today. It began with Michael's ardent lovemaking, then his confession and worried heart. They had been able to talk it out, to reason out their own doubts and worries. Then Michael's showing up at the arena, telling him what he'd learned from Lance and Josh. They had been right. Justin wanted to show the world this incredible loving man. Justin was so proud of him, so in love with him. So much that it terrified him at times. It terrified him that he might lose him. The prophecy kept coming into his mind, Michael's final confrontation with evil. Justin sensed that Fredrick was the center of that evil. And here he was again, sending Paul against them. Justin was afraid that maybe Paul would make good on his threats. Justin was afraid that Paul might hurt him, or even worse. Justin looked down at Michael, careful not to show too much emotion. Michael could sense him so well. Justin sighed, Michael hugging him tighter. Justin smiled. Yes, he could sense him. Justin closed his eyes again, deciding to just go to sleep. "I love you, Timby." Justin opened his eyes, staring into Michael's golden ones. "It's going to be alright, Jus. I won't let him hurt you, ever. I promise on our love." Justin choked up, Michael rolling onto his back and pulling Justin against his chest. Michael held him as he felt Justin's fight with his emotions. No words could top what both men felt. Their love was open to both of them. Michael's protective love encircled Justin, making his soul feel safe. "I love you so much, Mico." "I love you more, Jus. Close your eyes, my love." Justin laid beside Michael, his head on his hairy chest, the softness of the hair soothing Justin's face. Michael began to hum, Justin lost in the beauty of the music. Michael was humming his own song, Justin's Song. Justin closed his eyes, the music sending him into love's center. Michael heard Justin lightly snoring after a while, smiling that it had worked. He'd felt all of Justin's feelings, all of his fears. His fear of Paul and what he might do to him. Not on your life, Paul. Not as long as there is breath in my body. I'll stop you before I let you defile my Justin. Michael closed his eyes, sleep immediately overtaking him. Justin woke up stretching the full length of the bed. He was alone. He looked around, not seeing Michael anywhere. He glanced at the clock, seeing nine-thirty. Man, he'd slept all night. He didn't think he was that exhausted. He climbed out of bed, searching out Michael. "Hey ,sweetie. Love ya. Where's my love slave?" Justin said in his mind. He heard Michael's melodic laugh. "I love you, Timby. I'm in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for everyone." "Everyone?" "I called Lance and Josh and Lon. They're all on the way over. They're going to help decorate and set things up for tonight. Go take a shower, sweet cheeks." Justin smiled. He loved this way of talking. "How about someone join me and take care of those sweet cheeks." "And let the bacon burn, no chance, Jus. Get going, I'll have a hot kiss waiting for you when you get down here." "Be right there, sexy." Michael smiled going back to his cooking. Paulo walked into the kitchen carrying the newspaper, a concerned look on his face. "Bro, you're on the front page of the entertainment section of the L.A. Times." Michael looked shocked, taking the paper from Paulo. A picture of Justin and Michael from the show was taking up a quarter of the page. Justin was prodominently shown, but Michael was in full view. The headline didn't make Michael smile. GAY RAPIST AFTER TIMBERLAKE Lance and Josh walked into the room carrying stacks of papers. "You're officially a celebrity, Michael. Look at some of these stories." Lance said smiling. Michael sat down at the table, looking uncomfortable. "God, what have I done." Lance and Josh exchanged looks, Michael handing them the newspaper. They saw the headline, both men looking shocked. "Man, how can they print stuff like that?" Josh said, Paulo seeing his anger. "It's alright, Michael. It's not implying anything. It's just a ploy at shock value." Lance said patting his shoulder. Justin came strolling into the room with Lonnie who he'd met at the bottom of the stairs. "Where's this mountain of food my love cooked? I'm famished. And where's my kiss?" Justin had a large grin on his face. He saw the looks on everyone's faces and especially the look on Michael's. "What's wrong, Mico?" Michael got up, kissing him tenderly, then handing Justin the paper. Justin looked at him then looked at the paper. His face turned blank, all emotion gone. "Like I told Michael, this is just sensationalizm to sell papers. No one is going to automatically think anything, Justin." Lance said, putting his hand on Justin's shoulder. Justin just stared at the headline. "I'm in the same sentence as the word gay. " He said to himself, Michael picking up on his sudden changing mood. Michael put his arm around Justin, Michael feeling him tense up. "Please, Michael not now. I'm not in the mood." Justin turned to walk out of the room. Michael was beside him in a flash, stopping him and turning him around. "Out with it, Justin. I want to know what your thinking?" Justin stared at Michael, then his face showed anger. "Look at this, Michael. Everyone will think I know this man. In the gay sense. Don't you see how this is worded." Michael stared at Justin, seeing his hurt. "Jus,only weak minded people will think that. It doesn't matter what they think, all they have to do is read the article, or the other stories, one headline doesn't automatically prove you're gay." "But what if my fans see this, see that I know this rapist. Maybe they'll think he raped me also." Michael looked shocked, everyone remaining silently stunned. "Jus, that's ridiculous. No one could possible think that." Justin threw the paper on the counter, pushing Michael away from him. "Don't you care, don't you care what people will think of me?" "Justin, calm down, you're getting worked up about the wrong thing. Of course I care what people think of my Justin." "I'm more than just your Justin. I'm Justin Timberlake, Michael.I can't have people thinking I've been raped. It wasn't important when it was you, but this is me." The room went deadly silent. Justin immediately felt in his soul what he'd done. Justin saw every shade of color go out of Michael's face. It was as if someone had slapped him across the face. Justin moved towards him, Michael backing away from him. Everyone saw the tears flowing out of his golden eyes. "Mico, I'm so....." "Stay away from me, Jus. I don't want to hear it." Michael walked out of the room. Justin began crying, Josh taking him into his arms. "What have I done, oh god, why did I say that." Lonnie and Paulo looked at Justin not believing what he'd said. Lance walked out of the room, going after Michael. Michael sat on the pool's edge, his feet dangling in the water. Lance watched him for a few minutes, watching him wipe his eyes and cradle himself, trying to control his emotions. Lance had had enough, seeing his friend in pain. He walked over sitting down beside him. Michael turned to look at him, the floodgates opening. He started sobbing, Lance taking him in his arms. "Why did he say that, it hurt so much. Did he mean that? Does he think my being raped wasn't important? It was to me, it utterly destroyed me." Michael sobbed into Lance's chest, Lance holding him tight. "Of course he doesn't think that, Mikey. This is your Justin. He loves you with all his heart. I need to tell you something, Mikey." Michael calmed down a little, Lance stroking his back. "Justin is so like a child at times, Michael . Seeing that headline shocked him. It showed him in a compromising light. Justin has always been squeaky clean, a poster boy for wholesomeness and goodness. His image is his life. He's become so used to that image, that seeing that headline rocked his world. He got angry, and when people get angry they lash out at others. I know he didn't mean what he said, it was said in anger, and knowing his love for you, I'm sure he's sobbing even more than you right now. He loves you completely, Michael. Don't let one little hurtful untruth destroy the love you both have." Michael looked at Lance. "I can accept Justin Timberlake and his image. But I love Justin, not the image." "We all love Justin, the real man. What you saw in there was Justin Timberlake the image. Since I've known you, Mikey, I've seen less of Justin Timberlake and so much more of just Justin. We all have you to thank for that. So don't give up on Justin, he's there always." "Thank you Lance. Can you tell him I need to talk to him." Lance smiled, kissing Michael's cheek. "I'll send him out." Lance got up, heading back into the house. He walked down into the kitchen, seeing Josh still holding Justin. Lance had never seen Justin looking so devastated. His eyes were red with tears, his body visibly trembling. Justin looked up at Lance, staring at him. "He wants to talk to you, Jus." Justin wiped his eyes on his sleeve, taking a deep breath. Lance hugged him. "It's okay, Jus. But leave Justin Timberlake here. Just talk to him, tell him what's going on with the real Justin. You have to fix this, Justin. Not for yourself but for him. He needs his Jus so much." Justin nodded, hugging Lance. All his friends quietly watched Justin walk down the hallway. "What brought that on?" Lonnie said, sitting down at the table. "I think last night's talk,the show, and the newspaper brought Justin's gay insecurities front and center. But my bets are on Michael's love. He loves Jus too much to let this go on." Lance said, Josh wrapping his arms around him. Paulo smiled at Lance and Josh, seeing the deep love the two now shared. Paulo looked down the hallway. Justin's and Michael's love was even deeper. Justin walked quietly out onto the patio, seeing Michael sitting on the pool's edge. He stood still seeing Michael looking across the water, appearing to be deep in thought. Justin walked over, sitting down beside him, but keeping about a foot between them. After a few moments, Michael raised his head and turned looking into Justin's deep moist blue eyes. He saw it all there, in those eyes.All the pain, all the uncertainty. Shame and hurt. And the love. "Come here, Jus." Michael said, opening his arms. Justin was in Michael's arms in a moment, sobbing against his chest. Michael sighed, letting Justin feel his love. His unchanging love. "I'm so sorry, Mico. I never meant to say that, to say that hurtful thing. I don't think your being raped was unimportant, you have to believe me." Michael kissed his forehead. "You forget, my Jus, I see into your soul and feel your feelings. I know you don't believe that. But that doesn't mean it still didn't hurt." Justin nodded, hugging tightly to Michael. "I'm sorry, love. I took it out on you. I shouldn't even have been mad. You were right. I shouldn't get all worked up about that." "Lance made me understand why you got worked up. Because it went against your image. Is that right?" Justin nodded. Justin knew Michael wasn't interested in Justin Timberlake, the star. But he needed to make him understand that part of his life. Michael beat him to it. "I understand, Justin. I understand the image you need to project. The good, clean, sexy, loving, sweet, innocent and manly image. Justin Timberlake as the idol. But you've got to realize that he's not that important to me. This man, this man sitting here beside me, crying and begging my forgiveness, is Justin Randall Timberlake. The real Justin. The one I fell in love with. I thought I didn't have to care about the other one, but I realize now I've been mistaken. He's a part of you. And that makes him a part of me. I'm sorry for treating it like it wasn't important. I see it's important to him. To him image is everything." Justin looked up into Michael's golden eyes. "To me, your Justin, you are everything. Never doubt that, Mico. I'm sorry for what I said, in the heat of my anger. I never meant that. Your hurt and pain from that tragic event fills my heart with the same hurt. I remember feeling that pain, that deep pain you experienced, I know how it almost destroyed you. I would never use that against you, I love you too much to cause you more pain." Michael kissed Justin deeply, seeing his love still there, his deep love for him. "You're still scared aren't you?" Michael said, seeing Justin drop his head slightly. "Yes, Mico. I thought I was ready for all this, for my coming out. Part of me still has reservations. I still have these doubts. What I saw in that paper didn't help." "I now know it's not totally your career your worried about. Is it? Do you have doubts about us, Jus?" Justin looked up quickly, staring at Michael. Michael stood up. Justin got up looking at Michael as he began walking away from him. "Michael, please don't say that. I don't have doubts about that." Justin's voice rising. Michael turned staring at him. "Am I just a fuck to you, Justin. Am I just a hot fuck." Michael's voice getting louder. Paulo, Lance, Josh and Lonnie walked quickly out onto the patio, watching the two men loudly talking. They remained quiet, a sense of worry crossing their faces. Justin stood still, looking totally lost. "Answer me Justin. Is all this about sex? Am I that only to you? Am I only good being on my knees?" Justin looked stunned. "God no, Michael. You're everything to me." Michael walked up to him. "Answer me a question, Justin." Justin nodded, nervous by Michael's sudden directness. "Do you like to make love to me?" Justin looked at Michael, directly into his golden eyes. "Yes, Michael. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced." "And do you like my making love to you?" "God yes, Mico. It sends me to a place so wonderful and it's such a beautiful experience." Michael poked his finger into Justin's chest. "Well then guess what, Justin Timberlake. You're a faggot. You're a queer, a homo, a cocksucker, a buttfucker, and a man lover." Everyone was stunned by Michael's using those demeaning words. "Justin Timberlake, the huge star, likes men. All of him, is gay. It's time you totally accept that." Justin stared at Michael, shocked at what Michael was saying. "I know I'm gay, Mico." "You know it, Justin. But Justin Timberlake hasn't totally accepted it." Justin lowered his head. "You like having me around, someone to cuddle with, or to fuck when you're horny. Maybe a nice little slut to keep you happy. A boytoy for the big music star. I guess that's all I'll ever be to you." Michael started walking away from him towards their friends. "No, Michael. Please don't walk away from me. I need you so much. You're so wrong." Justin almost screamed. Michael stopped, not turning around. "I love you, Michael. I love you. Never like a slut, nor as a boytoy, but as you. Justin Timberlake loves Michael Tavarro. He's everything to me. I love the man. Yes, I love a man. Justin Timberlake is gay and in love with you." Everyone could see Justin's real self now in the open, his eyes full of tears. Michael quietly smiled to himself, still not turning to face Justin. Lance and Josh caught the hidden smile on Michael's face. "You're right, Michael. I hadn't totally accepted it. A small part of me was still so scared. Scared of what you mean to me. Please don't leave me, please don't go. I need you so much. You're my everything. I'm nothing without your love. I need my man." Justin suddenly stopped talking, as if some revelation had entered his mind. "I need my man. I need my man to love me, to hold me, to kiss me. I need Michael Tavarro, my gay lover. Justin Timberlake needs his man. Oh god, Michael, I see it so clearly now." Michael turned looking at his lover. "What do you see, my Jus?" "I see that you are my love, I love you. You are my man. Yes, my man. Justin Timberlake loves a man. Justin Timberlake is gay. And he loves his Mico." Justin shouted, not giving a damn who heard. Justin ran to Michael, holding him tight, kissing his lips. Everyone smiled, seeing what Michael had done. He'd made Justin admit to himself deep down, in his soul, the real truth, that Michael was his man, his everything, and his Mico. Michael kissed Justin back, their love flowing through each other. Michael broke the kiss. "I've known that since the first moment you confessed your love to me, Jus. I sensed it deep in your heart. I just needed for you to hear it yourself." Justin smiled, knowing what Michael had made him see. "I love you, Mico." "I love you more, Timby." The two kissed again, everyone smiling quietly. "As beautiful as all that was, our breakfast is getting cold. And we've got lots to do today." Lance said to everyone,sensing the two lovers needed a moment alone. Everyone walked back into the house, Michael and Justin embraced in a hug of deep love, their lips tasting each other. They parted, Michael sensing Justin's clear soul. All his doubts were now gone. Michael and Justin joined hands and walked back into their home. After a relaxing breakfast, everyone helped set things up. Justin had finished the rehearsals yesterday, everything ready for the first concert sunday. Justin remained with Michael as he started cooking and baking. Michael showing him how to cook certain things. The two lovers making food together for their friends. Lonnie and Paulo hung the lanterns and lights across the backyard. Lance and Josh set chairs up and tables. By one o'clock everything was prepared, except the barbecuing which would be done that evening. They all sat out on the patio, relaxing and enjoying a light lunch Michael had prepared. Justin sat beside him, both holding hands. Everyone could see the attention Justin was paying Michael, Michael enjoying it immensely. Justin followed him around like a lost pup. They all knew Justin was still feeling guilty because of what he'd said, Michael having forgiven him completely. "Justin, can you get some more Caesar salad off the counter in the kitchen." Michael said. "Sure thing love, be right back." Justin kissing him tenderly. He disappeared into the house. "Mikey, your love puppy is smitten with you." Lonnie said, smirking. "He's still feeling guilty about what happened, he can't see that I've totally forgiven him." "And you're loving the attention, aren't you?" Josh chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Who wouldn't love Justin fawning over them. I'm getting so turned on." Everyone laughed. Michael blushed a little, Lance sensing him wanting to say something more. Lance smiled, winking at everyone. "Josh, we should be heading home. Everything's set up here. I want to relax and rest up for this evening." "Yeah, I have some things to do also." Lonnie said smiling. "And I'm going to go out and do some shopping." Paulo said beginning to rise up. "Guys, I know what your doing. It's okay. You can relax here." Everyone smiled, still getting up. "Mikey, you have a fantastic man in there who needs to show you his love. And to do that you don't need watching eyes." Josh said, smiling at him. "I'll disappear till five, bro. Make your man happy." Paulo said hugging him. "Thanks, Paulo. Thanks guys, all of you. Love ya all." Everyone hugged Michael when he got up out of his seat. Justin walked out onto the patio seeing everyone standing. "What's going on?" He said. "We're all taking off, things to do. We'll see you back here around five thirty, Michael and Jus." Lance said, hugging Michael again. Everyone quietly left, Justin setting the bowl of salad down. "They left in a hurry. That's strange." Justin said, not really focusing on Michael's staring eyes. "Help me take this food back into the kitchen, Jus." Michael said kissing his cheek. Justin smiled, kissing him back lightly. They carried all the food into the kitchen. "Put it all away, love and I'll meet you back out on the patio, I'm just going to clean up." "Ok, love. " Justin started putting the food in the fridge. Michael wrapped his arms around him from behind, licking his earlobe. "Make it quick, lover." Michael walked out of the kitchen, Justin staring at his sexually enticing walk and the deep look Michael was giving him. Justin practically threw the food around. He quickly walked out onto the patio, not seeing Michael. He turned and saw him standing on the diving board of the pool. He was completely nude. Justin stared at his muscular body, seeing it glowing in the afternoon sunlight. His large cock was at full mass. Michael looked at him smiling, and dove into the pool. Justin watched him take flight, his slim body hitting the water so beautifully. Justin pulled off his shirt, dropping his shorts quickly walking to the pool's edge. He watch his lover climb out of the pool, water dripping off his wet body. Justin stood still in his boxer briefs, staring at this wet vision of sexuality. Michael chest hair was wet and clinging to Michael's chest, Justin wanting to lick every inch of it. Michael walked up to Justin, his hand touching Justin's right nipple. Justin shuddered at the wet touch. "I know your feelings, my love. I know you want me, and need me. Your need to prove your love to me. And I feel your guilt still inside you. Let it go, love. I forgive you, completely. And I'm going to show you how much." Michael kissed him, sucking on Justin's tongue, his one hand still remaining on his nipple, the other rubbing Justin's hardening bulge in his briefs. Michael pulled back, smiling at him. "The water's beautiful, lover. Join me." Michael dove back into the pool. Justin quickly removed his briefs diving into the warm water. He surfaced, seeing Michael swimming to him. They came together as one, their lips and bodies meeting as one. The heated passion could be felt in their hearts and souls. Michael's hands roamed over Justin's trembling body. "You are mine, Justin. Mine alone. I'm going to show you how much I love you." Michael sank beneath the water, Justin looking down. He saw Michael take his cock into his mouth, Justin's head flinging back. Justin struggled to stay afloat as he felt Michael sucking him. He felt Michael's fingers sinking into his ass crack, Justin shuddering again. Justin sank beneath the water, sinking to the bottom of the pool, Michael releasing his cock and laying on top of him underwater. Their lips touched again, Michael pulling Justin up with him. They broke the water together, their lips together in a heated kiss. Both men gasped as they parted, taking air into their lungs. "Michael, that was heaven. Your body felt so light and smooth. I want you, my love." Michael smiled swimming to the pools edge. He pulled his body up, Justin swimming over to him. Michael's ass sat on the edge of the pool, his cock facing Justin's face. Justin swam to the edge, taking it all into his mouth. Michael moaned laying back on the cement, Justin devouring him. Justin deep throated him, his wet hands running up and down Michael's wet body. He tweaked his nipples, sending Michael into a trembling fit. Michael sat up, his cock slipping out of Justin's mouth. He got up, turning around, kneeling down again , his ass facing Justin. Justin smiled, sinking his tongue between Michael's wet smooth cheeks. Michael shuddered, feeling Justin rimming him deeply. Justin floated in the pool his strong hairy arms resting on the pool's edge, his cock hard and covered in the warm water. Michael got up, quickly walking over to the patio. He brought back a large blanket, laying it on the pool's edge. "Get that hot sexy wet body out of our pool, stud. I want to lick it clean." Justin smiled, pulling himself up out of the water. Michael was against him in a moment. His lips licking every wet inch of Justin's chest. Justin was in heaven. Michael sucked with earnest his right nipple, nipping it with his teeth, sending pulses of desire through Justin. Michael's hands kneaded his asscheeks. Michael licked lower, drinking in the wet water off Justin's bronzed skin. Justin's cock was leaking pre-cum, Michael feeling it on his neck. Michael lowered his head, licking the juice into his mouth. Justin shuddered. Michael swallowed his whole large cock to the base, Justin screaming. Michael tasted the richness and sweetness of Justin's manhood. He thrived on its taste, its softness and beauty. He deepthroated him, taking him all in. Justin's legs began to tremble, his balance about to collapse. Michael pulled off, pulling him down onto the blanket. Justin lay on his stomach, Michael straddling him. "You're so beautiful, my love. So beautiful." Justin teared up hearing the deep love in Michael's voice. Michael began kissing down his wet back, Justin feeling Michael's hardness against his ass cheeks. Michael moved lower, until those two beautiful wet, smooth cheeks stared him in the face. Michael licked all the water off them, his tongue sinking into the center,going down the crack. Justin raised his ass, Michael rising with him. Justin was now on his knees, his open ass exposed to Michael. Michael dove in with an intense desire. He needed this sweetness, this center to satisfiy his desires. He rimmed Justin's sweet ass, tasting his love. Justin was squirming, moaning and trembling. "Oh god, my Mico. That feels so good. Oh, god." Michael smiled, moving lower, sucking on Justin's balls. Justin screamed, Michael feeling his closeness. Michael backed of, lightly kissing and rubbing his ass cheeks. "I see your desire, my love. I see your want and need. Tell me what you need. Tell me what I can do for you." "Make love to me, Mico. Take your love and sink it deep into my soul. I need you inside me to complete me. Now, please." Justin was practically weeping. Micheal leaned down, kissing Justin's turned lips, Justin feeling his love. "For you my love, our souls will unite. I will be one with you, in all things." Michael positioned himself behind Justin, entering him slowly. Justin felt himself fill with Michael's hardness, his mind exploding into their center of love. Michael began a slow relaxed rhythm, pulling Justin up onto his knees. Michael's arms wrapped around him, his cock sinking into him. "You're wrapped in my love, my soul mate. I'm going to make love to you forever." Justin began crying, Michael knowing they were tears of immense love, his emotions open for Michael to see. Michael made slow passionate love to Justin. When they'd reach the point of no return, Michael would back off. Michael was giving Justin what he needed. Michael could feel all the guilt gone from Justin's mind, he'd replaced it with his deep love. When Michael felt Justin couldn't take any more of their heated desire he pulled out of him, flipping him over. Justin opened his closed eyes, watching as Michael swallowed him again. Justin screamed Michael's name as he shot burst after burst of his love down Michael's hungry throat. Michael devoured it all, needed that liquid love to satisfy his eager soul. When he'd cleaned all of Justin's cock he lay down beside him, wrapping his arms around his naked body. Justin felt all his desires satisfied in Michael loving embrace. "I love you, Timby." "I love you so much, Michael. This was so beautiful. You make me feel so loved." Justin was tearing again, Michael kissing him again. "You are loved, by many people. Your friends knew you needed me now, that's why they left. They all love you. But no one loves you more than your Mico. That's what I'll always be to you, my love. Your Mico." Justin kissed him deeply again, rolling over on top of him. Justin looked down into Michael's loving eyes. He saw Michael's own desires coming alive. Michael ran his hand along Justin's cheek, his finger lightly brushing his lips, Justin sucking on it. "Make love to me, Timby. Make me feel your love." Justin smiled, kissing Michael again. The two settling into another hot passionate moment in their loving lives. End of 65 Michael so knows how to make Justin come alive. He really is his soulmate. Hope the passion wasn't too intense. Anger unleashed deep hurt sometimes, hope everyone understands that. But love does conquer all things. On to better times and more of the grand adventure. Hugs, Angel.