Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 14:12:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lulupower <lulupowerstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: mirror mirror on the wall - boybands section

Mirror mirror on the wall

Legal disclaimer: Don't read this if you shouldn't, like if you're under 18
(or 21 if you live in a strange place), or if you're homophobic (what in
heaven are you doing here anyway?), or if your momma is standing near you
("No, mom, wait, it's NOT what you think it is...")...Got it?

Rating: PG-13 for today, maybe it'll be more later. If you're not happy
with that, just...skip the X rated parts, ok?

Pairing: Justin Timberlake and Wade Robson (don't sue me...please?)

Author's note: none ;P

                     ~*~*~*~*~ Part 1 ~*~*~*~*~

"One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four, one, two, JUSTIN GOD DAMN
IT!" Wade yelled and stopped the music. Everyone glared at Justin and
groaned loudly. They'd been rehearsing that same song for over an hour, and
Justin kept missing that same step. Normally, it was okay for someone to
always miss the same step, and Wade would take them alone and work it until
they got it. But that was Justin we were talking about. Justin. The one who
always nailed the dances perfectly the first time they tried
them. Something had to be wrong.

"Guys, rehearsal's over. Go home and rest. Justin, get your ass over here."
Wade said dryly. The four guys took their belongings and left the room
quietly. Justin stared at the floor while he walked slowly towards Wade.

				~*~*~

He's gonna know. As soon as we start practicing alone, he'll notice I'm
always staring at him in the mirror, and that it's why I'm always falling
down and missing steps. I have to stop doing that. If he could only put a
fucking shirt on, I'd find it a wee bit easier to concentrate.

				~*~*~

It had started when Wade had joined the N'sync team. At first, Justin had
thought he was an arrogant little prick, that he had no right, being that
young, to yell at them and to treat them like slaves the way he did. They
were Nsync for god's sake!

But when he started to realise how much progress they had made, in a matter
of weeks, and when he noticed that Lance rarely tripped on his own two feet
anymore, Wade wasn't that bad anymore. Justin began to hang out with him,
more and more, until they became best friends. They were attached at the
hip, writing songs and playing basketball together, whenever they had a
free moment.

And it was while they played basketball that Justin noticed how well Wade
could move, and how sexy he looked when he bent down to pick up his
towel. Justin then realised how he couldn't tear his gaze off of Wade when
they rehearsed. And how much looking at Wade while dancing could fuck up a
choreography.

				~*~*~

"Justin, what the hell is wrong with you?" Wade asked, a little angered and
very concerned. It was both the choreographer and the friend speaking at
the same time. Justin felt his chin trembling a little. "I don't know."
Justin said in a small voice. He looked just like a little kid who's just
broken a window with a baseball. He looked like he was just about to
cry. Wade's features softened. He wrapped his bare arms around Justin's
lean frame and hugged him tightly. Justin broke down. He wrapped his own
arms around the body he longed for so much, the exposed, tanned, muscled
upper body he wanted to touch, to lick, and he squeezed it, hard. He closed
his eyes, tears filling them quickly and rolling on his cheeks, and he
buried his face in Wade's neck.

"J...what's wrong?" Wade asked again, softly, his voice barely above a
whisper. Justin couldn't answer. His throat was so tight he could not talk
at all. Wade stroked his back, slowly, gently, and tried to soothe him down
a bit. Justin stopped shaking. He took a deep breath, his lungs full of
Wade's scent, and exhaled loudly. "You wanna sit down for a while?" Wade
asked lowly. Justin nodded and broke their embrace, leaving them both
feeling empty. They sat down on the floor, Justin still staring at it. He
couldn't bring himself to look at Wade. He was affraid that if he did, he
wouldn't be able to resist his urge to kiss him.

"Justin?" Wade called softly. Justin didn't look up. "Justin." Wade
repeated. Justin shivered. "Justin Randall Timberlake, look at me." Wade
said firmly. Justin looked up, his gaze meeting Wade's.


				~*~*~

I could drown in those eyes. It's almost as if they could read into my
mind. I swear he knows what I'm thinking.


				~*~*~

"Justin...Is there something you want to tell me?" Wade asked. Justin
nodded, but remained quiet. "What is it, Just? It's just me, you know, you
don't have to be affraid. I don't bite..." Wade said with a small
smile. Justin smiled a little, too. Wade's grin grew larger. "There. That's
my Justin." he said, patting Justin on the back. "Do you want to play a
game?" Wade asked, then, not waiting for an answer, he went on. "I'm gonna
ask you some questions, and you have to answer by yes or no. And since
you're playing mute here, you'll only have to nod or shake you head. Okay?"
Justin nodded.

"Are you tired of being in N'Sync?" Justin shook his head.

"Did you have a fight with one of the guys?" He shook his head.

Wade thought about it for a second. "Does you problem concern me, Justin?"

Justin hesitated, closed his eyes and nodded.

"Does it have to do with Choreographer Wade?" Justin shook his head. "Have
I done something to you?" Wade's voice was soft, small. Justin shook his
head. "Does it have to do with the fact that you're always staring at me in
the mirror while you dance?" Justin snapped his head in Wade's direction,
his eyes wide open. Wade smiled a little. "Yeah, I noticed." he said
softly. Then, he looked in Justin's eyes. "Justin...does it have to do with
the fact that you're always staring at me in the mirror while you dance?"
Wade asked again. Justin nodded and looked at the floor. He was starting to
know it by heart. "J...talk to me. I won't hurt you, I promise." Wade said.

"I like you Wade. When we're together, I always want to be near you, to
touch you and when we're apart I'm always thinking about you and talking
about you and when we're rehearsing and you take your shirt off, I can't
concentrate, I can't help myself and I stare at you cause you're so
beautiful, and I can't take my eyes off of you and I trip over my own two
feet and mess everything up and it makes me mad because I want you to think
I'm good, I want to impress you and..." Wade put his hand over Justin's
mouth. "I got it J." he said with a smile.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Wade asked after a moment. Justin
sneered. "It's not that simple, Wade..." he said. Wade's eyebrows went
up. "It's not? What did you just do?" he asked matter-of-factly. Justin
blushed and Wade laughed. "Oh my God, this is such a kodak moment, I made
THE Justin Timberlake blush!" Wade said teasingly. "Aw, shut up man."
Justin said, his cheeks red. He looked at the floor again. "Justin?" Wade
called. Justin looked up. "Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?"
Wade asked with a broad smile. Justin's eyes lit up. "Are you serious?"
Justin asked. "'course I am." Wade said, rolling his eyes playfully. Justin
smiled too. "Then yes, I would really like to go on a date with you, Wade."
he said. "Good. But first, we have to practice that damned move you've been
messing all day." Wade said, getting up. Justin got up too.

"Ummm, Wade? Will you please put a shirt on?" Justin asked
pleadingly. "Nope. You're gonna have to get used to concentrate even if I'm
half naked. When I'm through with you, you'll be able to dance while
staring at me in your goddamn mirror, even if I'm ALL naked." Wade said,
his voice firm. Justin sighed in defeat. Wadelooked at him, as if wondering
about something, then he walked to the CD player, took the N'sync cd out,
put another in and pressed the 'play' button. "Hey, what are you doing?"
Justin asked.

"Just something 'bout you..." Justin's voice blared through the
speakers. Justin blushed even more than before. He had never danced to this
song in front of Wade. It was his first solo song and he was very shy about
it.

"Come on, Tiberlake. Show me what you got." Wade said. "Do it with me?"
Justin asked. Wade nodded, started the song over, and they danced. Wade
made Justin work on the parts he was not too good at, until he nailed it
perfectly.

When he was done, both him and Justin were covered in sweat. "Good job
man. We can go now." Wade said, satisfied with his work. "We haven't even
practiced the other song yet!" Justin protested. "You'll do just fine
tomorrow. Now you're going home, you take a shower, you dress nicely, and
I'll pick you up at 6. Okay?" Justin frowned. "Wade...don't you think it'd
be better if we hung out at my place? I mean, not that I wouldn't like it
if we went someplace nice, but we won't be able to be...ourselves, you
know? We could have dinner at my place, I can cook you something..." Justin
said softly. Wade smiled. "I love the sound of that. I'll go grab a shower
and then I'll meet you at your place in, say...an hour?" Wade
suggested. "Good. So umm...I'll see you then?" Justin said. "Yeah. See you
later." Wade said, then he bent down to pick up his towel and
belongings. Justin walked away, then he stopped himself at the door and
smiled evilly. "Hey Robson!" he yelled. Wade looked at him
questionningly. "Nice ass!" Justin said, wiggling his eyebrows. Wade
blushed deeply, and Justin laughed loudly.


				~*~*~

Oh my God! I have a date with Wade!

Oh my God! My place is a mess!!! What am I gonna cook? I CAN'T cook! I'm
such an idiot. He's gonna run away screaming long before the evening's
over!

				~*~*~

The drive to Justin's place was a short one, with only one stop to the
liquor store to get a bottle of wine. When he got home, he climbed the
stairs two by two, unlocked the door and ran inside. Oof...The maid had
been in there. It was as clean as possible. Justin ran to the refrigerator.

Chicken. Tomatoes. Herbs. Potatoes. Good. He could make something out of
that. He cut the tomatoes in small pieces, put them in a pot with the
chicken, added some herbs, tomato juice and put it on the stove with the
cover on. He then ran to the shower, washed himself quickly, shaved,
sprayed on a little cologne and brushed his teeth. Then, with only a towel
clad around his waist, he ran down the stairs to check on his chiken. It
looked great and smelled awfully good. He peeled a few potatoes, put them
in another pot with water and salt, and almost threw it on the stove. He
then ran back upstairs to his bedroom and tried to figure out what to
wear. Was it a formal or casual date? He decided to play safe. He chose
dark jeans that clung to his hips, not baggy, just perfectly fitted, and a
black dress shirt. He unbuttonned the three first buttons of the shirt,
threw on a pair of socks, shoes, and cursed when there was a knock at the
door. "Has it already been an hour?" he asked himself, grabbing his
watch. He looked at it: yes, it had been an hour. He ran downstairs and
went to get the door.

"Hi!" he said, out of breath. "Hey...you alright?" Wade asked. He was
holding a bottle of wine. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just had to run
everywhere...next time we have a date, let's settle on two hours, okay?"
Justin asked, smiling. Wade laughed. "Okay." He handed Justin the bottle he
was holding, as Justin let him in. "I brought that...I hope it's alright?"
Wade asked, uncertain. "Of course. I had bought one myself, but we'll just
drink them both and get trashed." Justin joked and walked to the
kitchen. Wade smiled deviously behind his back. "Do you want me to open it
now, since dinner's not ready yet?" Justin asked while checking on his
potatoes. "Yeah, we could have a glass and talk while we wait." Wade
said. Justin smiled.

After a while, dinner was ready and served. "Justin, this is excellent. Did
you cook that?" Wade asked, stunned. "Yeah..." Justin replied,
blushing. "You'll make a good housewife..." Wade said teasingly, only to
find Justin staring at him with a dreamy expression. Wade reached out and
took Justin's hand in his own. "I'm glad you told me what you told me this
afternoon, J." Wade said. Justin smiled. "Are you?" he asked
softly. "Yeah...I like you a lot, you know, and I couldn't really bring
myself to tell you cause I was affraid I'd loose my job." Wade said
shyly. "Nah...you know the guys would never fire you. Hell, *I* would never
fire you. We've never been better, and your choreographies and ideas are
way more interresting than Darren's. You're nicer, and we get along, and I
love spending time with you...more than anything." Justin said. Wade
smiled.


"Wanna watch a movie?"

They had finished eating a while ago, and were now sitting in the living
room, talking. "You know, I'd rather cuddle with you and just talk." Wade
said, then he blushed. "That was bold." he said, smiling shyly. Justin
smiled, took Wade's empty glass of wine and put it with his own on the
table, then he motionned Wade to come closer. Wade sat just inches away
from Justin, and Justin filled the gap between them, putting an arm around
Wade's shoulders. Wade tentatively rested his head on Justin's shoulder,
and when he was comfortable, Justin placed a kiss on top of it. "So, what
do you want to talk about?" Justin asked softly.

And they talked. For hours. About themselves, their lives, their carreers,
their goals.

At one point, they stopped talking and just enjoyed each other's presence.

After a while, Wade turned to Justin and looked at him in the
eyes. "Justin? Will you go out with me?" he asked shyly. He was rewarded
with a large smile and sparkling eyes. "I'd love to." Justin said simply.
Wade remained serious and leaned closer to Justin, placing a soft kiss on
his lips. Justin smiled again, and Wade got up. "I think it's time for me
to go home." he said. "You could stay the night, if you want." Justin
suggested. "Nah...I'd love to, but...not on the first date, you know?" Wade
said, a little uncomfortable. "Hey, it's okay! I'm sorry I suggested
that. I'm going way too fast here. Sorry." Justin said, getting up too. He
walked Wade to the door. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Just." Wade said
softly. "Me too, Wade, me too." Justin said, then he smiled a little.

"Can I um...can I tell the guys I have a boyfriend?" he asked. Wade
laughed. "Yes you can. So umm...Are you free tomorrow night?" Wade
asked. "I'm free every night for you." Justin said, leaning closer and
kissing Wade. "Thanks for dinner. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" Wade
whispered. "Okay. Goodnight." Justin whispered too. "'Night."


		  ~*~*~*~*~To be continued~*~*~*~*~

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