Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2001 12:39:54 -0400
From: Christine Murphy <heymickey43@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hey Mickey 18:  Daydream Believer

Yes, this took six months...I was busy.  :-P  This is the last part.  Hope
you enjoy.  I got some nerve up over the last six months, apparently.
FEEDBACK ME!!!!!  I want to know how y'all liked it!!  Not to be
desperate...:-P
Oh, and if the end doesn't make sense, go back and reread part seven.
Again, sorry this took so damn long.

****DISCLAIMER:  This is fiction; I don't know anyone in the story.
Therefore, I don't know their true sexuality, and I don't mean to imply that
anyone is something they're not.  Also, if it's illegal where ever you are
to read this, then don't.  Hmm... and if you're against male homosexuality,
then don't read this.


Last time, on Hey Mickey:
Justin was emotionally messed up from his mother's response to his
relationship with JC, and he screwed up at their concert.  Johnny told the
guys that management would do anything they could to help out with their
problems, but that Lance still couldn't date Wade, because he was an
employee.  JC and Justin discussed Justin's decision to choose JC over his
mother.
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Hey Mickey 18:  Dream Believer


JC held his head tightly with his hands.  Lance could almost feel the pain
emanating from his friend.

"JC?  Do you want to talk about it?"

JC nodded his head shyly then started, a mile a minute, "What if my HIV test
is positive and then Justin chose me over his mother and we can't be
together and I die and he's alone and I could fuck everything up and I just
want Justin to be happy and I don't want him to hurt or be alone or . . .
or. . .I don't know!"

Lance looked at him and then slowly started to try to help JC see the
situation differently.  "JC, Justin loves you, whether you have sex or not."

"I know," he sniffled.

"And he chose being gay over his mother's hateful response.  He probably
would have had to make the decision with or without you."

JC nodded his head.

"And you're not going to die; I won't let you.  But, you can't stop Justin
from ever being hurt in his life, no matter how hard you try.  He will
experience hurt.  And you didn't fuck everything up."

JC nodded again and hugged his friend, "Thanks Lance.  I needed that.  Just
the advice of someone more removed from the situation than Justin or I to
talk some sense into me."

Lance smiled and scratched JC's back gently, "No problem.  I love to help my
friends."

"And I'm glad you do."

"So, tomorrow you and Justin find out your results?"

JC nodded his head grimly.

"Justin will stand by you no matter what.  And you said you're most likely
clean, JC.  You were always so careful."

"I know Lance.  But that chance . . . "

"I know," Lance breathed.  "Let's try not to think about that unless we have
to, OK?"

"Thanks Lance.  You're the best."

"I know," Lance winked.

*				*				*

"Lakechase?  Joshua Lakechase?"

"What?"  Justin asked JC.

"Uh . . . pseudonym . . . it's anonymous."

"OK, sweetie."

JC and Justin stood up in the clinic and walked toward the nurse, but the
nurse put her hand up and firmly stated, "I'm sorry, sir, but we only allow
the patient in the room, since it is such a personal matter."

"But he's my boyfriend!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Lakechase, but that's the way we do it.  He may wait out
here.  We just want to make sure you have complete control over your
results."

Justin took JC's hand in his hand and squeezed it tightly.  "I'll be right
here; don't worry.  No matter what, I'll be sitting here waiting for you."

"I love you."

"I love you too."  And Justin kissed him lightly on the mouth.

The nurse cleared her throat, "I'm sorry, but we really must be getting a
move on."

JC smiled at her, "Of course."

Justin gave JC's hand one last squeeze before sitting back down on the
waiting room couch.  He rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his
hands.  He sat quietly for what felt like hours, trying desperately not to
think of what the consequences of the results could be.  The door opened
several times; patients retreating back to their homes, but none of them JC.
  'What's taking so long?' Justin wondered.

When the door finally opened and JC walked through, Justin couldn't read
him.  His body stiffened with fear, as he finally let himself begin to
wonder just what could be true.  JC walked up and hugged him tightly.

"Jace?"

"Remember what you said about 'fucking like animals?'" JC grinned.

Justin's body relaxed as his cheeks turned pink in a deep blush, "Yeah."

"Well, I'm going to hold you to that."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, you are looking at your very own healthy, happy, sex-deprived
boyfriend."

"Does this mean I can take you home and keep you?"

"You better believe it!" JC laughed.

Justin grinned, then turned serious, "I'm so happy you're healthy.  I don't
know what I would have-"

"Shhh,"  JC silenced him by placing a finger on his lip.  "Let's not think
about that, since we don't have to."

Justin nodded, since JC still had his finger on his lips.  JC slid his
finger down and cupped Justin's face in his hand.  He pulled him closer and
they kissed.

The nurse had at this point ambled her way up to them and once again cleared
her throat, "Mr. Lakechase, I don't believe it's a good idea for pop stars
to be kissing in a HIV/AIDS clinic."

"Uh, you're right . . . sorry,"  Justin realized.

She winked, "It's alright, Mr. Timberlake."

*					*					*

Justin stared at the display on his cell phone as it rang in his hand.

JC stood at the other side of the room, "Honey?"

"Hmm?"  Justin asked, not really aware of anything but the display he was
now furrowing his brow at.

"Are you going to answer the phone?"

The phone stopped ringing and Justin snapped out of it and smiled, "Nope!"

"Who was it?"

"Lynn,"  Justin replied without feeling.

JC's eyes softened, "You should talk to her!  She is your mother!"

Justin walked over to JC and put his arms around him, their fingers
entwining on JC's stomach.  "No.  She's not my mother; she chose that.  I
love you."

"I love you too.  More than anything.  But, what if she has something
important to say?  What if something's wrong with one of your brothers?
What if she wants to apologize?"

Justin squeezed JC's hands, "She can leave me a voicemail.  I want to have
control over when I talk to her, that's all.  Right now, I'm not ready."

JC pulled Justin's arms tightly around him, "OK.  But, you will listen to
her messages, right?"

"Yes, Jace, I will,"  Justin smiled with exasperation.  "But, today I just
want to think about what I'm going to do with my gorgeous, healthy
boyfriend!  My mind is dizzy with the possibilities!"

JC's eyes gleamed with mischief at Justin's words.  "Really?"  he asked.
"What did Mr. Timberlake have in mind for me?"

"There's so much I want to do, but . . ."  Justin punctuated each of his
next words with a kiss, trailing from JC's mouth along his jawbone to his
ear, "There's.  Not.  Enough.  Time."

"Just, we have all the time in the world."

"There's so much I want to do with you, there's no way anyone could ever
have enough time, even if they were immortal."

"But we're pop stars; gods; we are immortal."

Justin laughed bitterly, "You KNOW that's not true.  That couldn't be
further from the truth!"

"I know.  So, Brain, what're we going to do tonight?"

"Same thing we do every night, Pinky," Justin giggled.

"WHAT do we do every night?"  JC asked.

"Let's start a new tradition," Justin whispered hoarsely, rubbing his arms
down the length of JC's arms and then holding onto his hips.

JC's whispered, "I think I like this idea" into Justin's lips before their
lips met in a slow, sensual kiss.

Justin gently tugged JC down onto their bed and began removing JC's shirt in
one fluid motion.  He softly left a trail of kisses down JC's body, once
again beginning at his mouth.  He took his time to tease JC's nipples while
JC moaned in pleasure and removed the rest of his clothes.

JC began to remove Justin's clothes while Justin continued to kiss and taunt
JC's body.  Once Justin was completely naked, JC overtook him and began to
lick the crevices in between Justin's abs, while working his hand gently
over Justin's cock.  "Mmmm" was all Justin could manage.

"Jace?"

"Yeah?"

"Make love to me.  I want to feel you inside me."

JC didn't reply.  Instead he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled
out some lube.  Justin took in out of his hand and began to apply it to JC
while JC stretched Justin by inserting first one finger than a second into
him.  When he felt Justin was ready, he grabbed Justin's ankles and pulled
his legs up so that they were resting on JC's shoulder.  JC slowly entered
Justin and created a gentle rhythm.  He could see the discomfort on Justin's
face, and was about to stop when Justin sensed it and whispered, "Keep
going."

He did, and had to smile when Justin started to moan in pleasure as he hit
the right spot.  Justin came after a few minutes, and JC came a little after
that.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, whispering "I love you"s before
drifting off.

*				*				*

There were trees, the perfect shade of deep summer green, like it had rained
within the last day.  The grass was radiant, and a faint sweet smell in the
air divulged that it had been cut recently.  The faint warmth of the sun on
JC's shoulder was perfect; the heat felt almost as though it was hugging
him. 'My favorite kind of day,' he thought.   To the left, underneath the
most beautiful weeping willow he had ever seen, was the most beautiful man
he had ever seen.

"Justin!" he called.  Justin looked perfect.  He was wearing the same pale
blue muscle shirt and cargo shorts from the day of the shower 'incident.'
The muscles in his arms and his back moved fluidly and softly as he turned
around.  The sunlight danced in his crystal blue eyes and illuminated his
face in an angelic glow.  When their eyes met Justin smiled broadly, his
excitement legible in his strong features, and he licked his lips
unconsciously.

"Hey baby.  I made us lunch," Justin explained, moving his chiseled arms in
a dramatic arc, showing an elaborate picnic spread out before him.  JC
giggled at the effort he put into making this day perfect.  And it was.  It
was all JC could ever ask for.  Just having Justin there was enough, but his
minute attention to detail was even more endearing.  Justin took out a
bottle of Champagne and some chocolate covered strawberries.

"Hey, we'll never get to lunch if you get me drunk and we eat those," JC
laughed.

"That's okay with me," Justin teased while popping the cork.

He began to pour the wine into glasses, but JC reached around him for a
strawberry and placed it into Justin's mouth.  He bit half of it and then
kissed JC.  He pulled back, finished chewing the strawberry, and leaned back
in to kiss JC again.  JC felt the kiss throughout the entire length of his
body and moaned softly.  With one hand Justin pushed the wine glasses out of
the way, and with the other he gently pulled JC on top of him.

"Justin!  Oh, Justin," JC called.  "Oooh, Justin."

This time it wasn't a dream.



(the end)