Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2001 13:48:09 -0600
From: Mike Olson <uffda21@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love Letter 3
Disclaimer: This is fiction. Nothing more than the product of my warped,
twisted mind. :-) The characters in this story are not gay, that I know of.
I don't know N Sync, nor do I expect to ever know them. Though I would trade
my grandma's famous pumpkin pie recipe for JC. :-P
Acknowledgements: Jeffy: For his friendship and always being there to listen
to me bitch.
Dru: For above listed reasons. Thank you for being my friend. :-)
Schuyler: For being a wonderful person, a fabulous writer, and a great
pal. :-)
DLS: For being the kick-ass writer that you are and inspiring me. As per
your request, I will no longer refer to you as God of Nifty, simply as
Overlord. :-)
ScottyT: For also being a kick-ass writer, a sarcastic jerk, and overall
just being adorable. :-) The people of the chat room, I thank you for your
friendship and advice.
Recommendations: King and Country, by Schuyler
Retreat, by Schuyler
Brian and Me, by DLS
Search and Rescue, by Matt Hunter
Mirrors, by ScottyT. (Hot damn! A JC story!)
Lance in Shining Armor, also by ScottyT
Beneath It All, again, by ScottyT
A Love Like This, by Stacia
Any Path, by Dara Lynn
No Painless Way, also by Dara Lynn
The Interludes series, again, by Dara Lynn
And many others, too numerous to count or name. Rest
assured, there are plenty of great ones out there. :-)
"I am not a member of any organized political party. I am a Democrat."
--Will Rogers
The Love Letter
Part Three
From: CScottJ76@hotmail.com
To: 81JTSongMan@hotmail.com
Subject: Grr.
Time: 20:54 EST 21 Dec 00
Have you ever gotten to the point where you detest something so much, you
just feel like punching a hole through the nearest solid surface? I think
I've gotten to that point, babe. What I have now is everything I've ever
wanted, but sneaking away to write e-mails to you from the studio instead of
being with you myself really grates on me. Not to mention, it makes me a
lousy boyfriend. :( But, if it's any consolation, I love you, Justin, till
the day I die, and beyond, I love you.
I've been thinking about you all day today. I miss you so much when you're
not with me. You don't know how crushed I was when they told you you could
go home at 3, but I had to stay and help lay down a few more tracks. I
wanted to go home with you so badly, because I wanted to cook you a surprise
dinner. I had everything set out, what I was going to cook, the ingredients,
everything. And here it is, almost 9pm, and I'm still here. I *will* be
outta here by 10, I promise you that. I'm JC, dammit! I can go home when I
damn well feel like it. :-P
As for our impending anniversary, baby, I will never forget that magical
Christmas Eve almost one year ago when we told each other how we felt, and
sanctified our love with our first kiss. Every second of every day since
then has been pure bliss for me, from the funny faces we make during
magazine interviews, to the flood of ecstacy that crashes over us when we
make love, it has been nothing but beautiful. I will make our first
anniversary something that neither of us will never forget, not even when
we're 95 years old and collecting Social Security, if our new President
doesn't completely ruin it by then. :-P
I have to go now, because Scott has come to bring me back to the booth. The
bastard. :-P
As long as the sun shines, and the stars remain in the sky, and beyond,
I love you.
Your loving boyfriend,
Josh.
"Joey, you *so* suck at this game!"
"Shut up, Curly! I don't see you winning much of anything either!"
"Well, that's cause I'm kicking both your asses."
"Shut up, Lance!" Joey and Justin yelled in unison as Lance grinned.
"I can't help if you're not as smart as I am," Lance chuckled.
"Hey! Just because I don't know what the capital of Iowa is, doesn't make
me...Umm...Not smart!" Joey answered.
"Nice comeback, Einstein," Justin laughed. "Man! It's 9:30 and Josh still
isn't back."
"Don't worry, Just. He's probably e-mailed you nine times today," Lance
reassured him.
"Ooh! I'll go check!" he cried happily as he bounded from the room.
Joey waited until Justin was out of earshot to whisper to Lance. "You think
Curly has any idea what JC's planned for their anniversary?"
Lance smiled and nodded in Justin's direction. "He doesn't have a clue."
JC had finally gotten out of the studio and was on his way home when his
cell phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hi, honey, it's Mom."
"Oh, hi Mom! What's up?"
"I just wanted to check in with my oldest son," Karen replied. "The big
oh-one is coming up soon, huh?"
JC grinned at the mention of his anniversary with Justin. "Yep. I've got
everything planned out. You and Dad and Tyler and Heather are still coming,
right?"
"Yes, hon, we'll be there. You know we wouldn't pass up sharing something
like this with you and Justin."
"That's great! I want you guys there because I've decided I'm going to pop
the question to Justin."
"Oh my goodness! You are? That's so wonderful!"
"Well, mom, don't get too excited," JC laughed. "He hasn't said 'yes' yet.
He doesn't even know I'm asking him yet."
Karen laughed with her son. "Oh, Joshua, you know as well as I do that he
will. You two are so perfect for each other."
"I'm really glad you think so, mom. And I have a good feeling he will say
'yes'. This ring is just burning a hole in my pocket, and I can't wait to
ask him. Our anniversary is a perfect time to do it."
"It is, sweetie. Are Lynn and Paul going to be there?"
"Yeah, they'll be there, and so will Randall and Lisa and Jonny and Steven.
They told me they wouldn't miss it for the world. But ya know mom, I am
kinda nervous. After all, I *am* asking their son to marry me."
"Well, Joshua, they approve, you know that. And they've known you as long as
Justin has, so they trust you. Why wouldn't they?"
"I guess you're right. I just can't wait to ask him. He's my everything,
mom. I honestly can't imagine a life without him."
"I know, hon. And when you find your soulmate, you don't let go. Never let
go of Justin, dear. Always remember that he is your first priority, above
all else. Sure, there'll be some tough times, but remember the saying? 'Love
conquers all'? It does. I can't remember how many hard times and rough roads
your father and I've had to go through, but we always had each other, and we
still do. Your father and I have been sweethearts for nearly 30 years and
whenever I put out my hand, he was always there to take it."
"I've found that with Justin, mom, definitely. Sometimes with all this crap
we go through, he's the only reason I still have my sanity. It's like he's
my equillibrium, and so much more."
"Just remember that. You'll have your fights and all that, but I have just
one more bit of advice to give you."
"What's that, mom?"
"Never go to bed angry. No matter how mad he makes you, or how mad you make
him, it's always best to make up before you go to bed. If you don't, you
won't fall asleep, you'll be more miserable in the morning, and then you'll
realize you should've apologized the night before and saved yourself the
trouble."
JC laughed. "I'll keep that in mind, mom. I just pulled into the driveway,
so I'm gonna let you go, K mom?"
"OK, sweetie. You go get home to Justin. We'll see you in a couple days."
"OK, mom. Love you."
"Love you too, Joshua. Night!"
"Night, mom!"
JC walked in the door and saw Lance and Joey sitting at the kitchen table
with the Trivial Pursuit game out. "Hey guys. Where's Justin?"
"He went to check his e-mail," Lance answered. "Bet he's gotten a little
love nugget in his mailbox," he smiled.
JC blushed a deep red. "Yeah. I hope he got those naked pictures of Chris I
sent him," Joey dead-panned, as JC rocketed out of the room to the computer.
Justin looked up to see an out-of-breath JC appear in the office doorway.
"Baby! You're home!"
"Naked..*phew*..pictures..*huff*..of..*puff*..Chris?"
"Whuh? Ohh. Joey must've told you that," Justin smiled. "Actually, I was
reading your e-mails you sent. They're very sweet," he smiled lovingly.
JC sat down next to Justin and caught his breath. "Babe, I can think of so
many other good reasons why you should be all out of breath," Justin smiled
playfully, "and they all involve me."
"Ooh. Somebody's in a good mood tonight. But should we do it in here with
our friends in the next room?"
"Oh, please. We've done it on the bus in our bunks on the other side of the
room!"
"Very true. You're awesome on the bus," JC grinned.
"I like to think of myself as awesome everywhere," Justin replied, his grin
matching his lover's.
"Someone certainly has a high opinion of himself."
"I thought you did too?"
"I do. Very high."
Justin moved closer to JC's face, reaching out and running his hand through
JC's hair. He kept moving closer until their lips were a fraction of an inch
away from each other.
"Mr. Chasez?"
"Yes, Mr. Timberlake?" JC answered breathlessly.
"Why are Mr. Bass and Mr. Fatone standing in the doorway grinning like
idiots?"
"Why are Mr. Bass and Mr. Fatone even here? We see enough of them all the
time!"
"Hey! Don't blame us! We just like seeing a happy couple in love. Right,
Scoopy-poo?" Joey smiled.
"Call me that again and I'll hang you by your nuts, Fatone."
"Uh-oh. Somebody's time of the month," Justin whispered to JC, just before
Lance's hand caught the back of Justin's head.
Justin stood in the shower, lathering up his hair when he felt a hand touch
his shoulder. He turned and met JC's loving gaze. "Hi, Josh."
"Hi, baby. I missed you, and I thought I'd help conserve water by showering
with you."
"You're *so* civic-minded, Joshy. You should run for President," Justin
smiled.
JC grinned and moved closer to Justin. "Running for President," he said as
he reached around Justin's back and pulled him into his arms, "is the last
thing on my mind right now."
"Ohh. Why, Senator Chasez, I do believe you're trying to besmirch my
purity."
JC chuckled slightly. "What purity?"
"You make an excellent point, Senator," Justin replied, and bit his lip
seductively, knowing full well how much that turned JC on.
JC ran his index finger down Justin's cheek gently. "I love you, Justin."
"I love you too," he answered as he pulled JC in for a gentle, yet
passionate kiss. "Show me you love me, Josh. Make love to me."
JC saw the look of pure love in Justin's eyes as he made his request, and he
knew that he couldn't deny his angel. He picked up Justin and carried him in
his arms to their bed. He bent down and kissed his love before he joined him
for their night of passion.
Justin stretched and saw that daylight had come, but JC wasn't sleeping next
to him. While pondering where he could be, JC opened the door and smiled at
his boyfriend. "Morning, baby. I got a surprise for you," he said as he
pulled in a cart. "Breakfast is served, sir," he announced in a very stuffy
British accent.
"Mmm. Bacon, sausage, eggs, hash browns, pancakes. Where's the French
toast?"
"That's Lance's thing, remember?"
"Oh yeah," Justin grinned. "You made this all yourself?"
"Yep. Hope you like it."
Justin took a bite of eggs and grunted his approval. "These eggs are
awesome. Have you tried them?"
"No, I wanted you to eat first. I was just hoping it'd be good enough," JC
smiled.
"It's all great, Josh. Thank you," Justin replied, pulling JC in for a soft
kiss.
"You're welcome, Just," he replied as he sat down in bed next to Justin.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty well, when I wasn't watching you sleep," Justin answered.
"You were watching me sleep? How cute."
"You're very cute when you sleep. Your mouth hangs open just a little bit,
and I swear, sometimes, you look like a six year-old," Justin started to
giggle.
"A six year-old? This coming from the King of the Baby-Faces?" JC laughed.
"But I'm *your* baby face."
"Tis true. And what a beautiful face it is," he said, stroking Justin's
cheek with the back of his hand. Justin smiled shyly and leaned in for
another kiss.
"Mmm. I want to just stay here in bed all day with you," JC said.
"Yeah, that'd be nice, but we got things to do, babe."
"Do I have to do any of them without you?"
"No, I don't think so. Unless you need help going to the bathroom. I could
hold it for you."
"You did that last night, smart-ass."
Justin laughed. "Oh yeah. I remember now. You were great last night, King of
Studs."
"But I'm *your* stud."
"Yep. I seem to remember you screaming my name last night, so I guess I can
claim possession."
"How imperialistic of you. What am I, your own personal sex colony?"
"Imperialistic! Where'd you learn such a big word like that, Joshy?"
"You'd be surprised how smart some boy band members are, Justy. Even smarter
than you."
"I'll pretend that was a compliment."
"It was! Ever heard of a Jersey compliment?"
"You're a smug little bastard, ya know that?" Justin smiled.
"No, my parents were married when they had me."
"OK, then you're just smug."
"But you like it."
"You bet I do," Justin drawled seductively as he pulled JC down for a kiss.
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Kinda awkward place to end it, but I'm out of ideas. :-P
Well, this concept is something I've been tinkering with for a while. Seeing
the multitude of JC/Justin stories out there, I figured I'd try my hand at
it. I certainly hope you all liked it. Feedback and constructive criticism
is always welcomed at uffda21@hotmail.com. Flames are cheerfully ignored.
Thanks for reading everybody!
Suppose you were an idiot and suppose you were a member of Congress. But I
repeat myself.
--Mark Twain
If you can't convince them, confuse them.
--Harry S. Truman