Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2003 00:10:55 -0800 (PST)
From: shannon Savage <swimfan_777@yahoo.com>
Subject: Model Me part 10

Disclaimer: Anything mentioned in this story is complete fiction. The
sexuality of anyone in the story is not necessarily true, but just written
to entertain. If you are underage or if it is illegal to read pornographic
material where you live, please leave now. Also, if you are uncomfortable
with gay relationships, you should not read any farther. For everyone else,
enjoy the show....


JC just stood there. That was actually the first time in his life he had
ever been speechless, utterly speechless.

Wade stared at him with a half cocky smile that always seemed to appear on
the man's lips. His eyes squinted at JC with a partial laugh that made the
bruise and cut under his left eye stretch slightly.

"You're not going to invite me in?" Wade asked with raised eyebrows.

JC was just about to say something, or at least he was going to attempt an
actual English sentence, when Lance appeared at his side.

"Wade," Lance said. "What's going on?"

"Just stopped by to talk to JC."

"Well come on in man," Lance said waving the man in. "What are you doing
still standing outside?"

Wade entered and ignored Lance's question.

JC must have finally gotten his whereabouts because he walked into the
kitchen, the two men trailing behind him. A thousand and one thoughts flew
through his mind as he placed the dishtowel he was twisting in his hands
down on the counter. Why was Wade there? What else did they have to talk
about anyway? Was he planning on telling Lance or would it "accidentally"
slip out?

Lance looked from one man to the other, as he sat down on the kitchen
barstool. He knew that there was no way he was a genius but even he could
sense that something was a miss with the gorgeous men on either side of
him. He felt like he was sitting in the crossfire all of a sudden. Not only
was there an unmistakable quiet and tension in the room but he also sensed
something else, maybe energy between the two of them. He glanced from JC,
who seemed really interested in the granite counter top all of a sudden, to
Wade, who seemed really interested in JC all of a sudden, and realized that
it was sexual. Some sort of sexual chemistry was definitely sparking, or
had been sparked; it was hard to tell, between the two men. A wave of anger
and jealousy ran through Lance like ice water in his veins. If JC was going
to do anything sexual with a man, it should be him. He had always told
himself that the only reason they weren't together and living out his one
and only fantasy (except the one with the firefighter where he...never
mind) was because JC wasn't gay. But if he was, then why not pick Lance?
Why?

"Why?" Lance blurted out.

Two pairs of eyes shot towards him like four pebbles in a slingshot.

"Why what?" JC asked feeling the cold sweat forming on his forehead. He
knew Lance had something the man referred to as gaydar but was it really
that good?

Lance swallowed hard trying to get his heart out of his throat. He stared
back into JC's radiant bluish green eyes as lighting bolts went off in his
brain to try to spark some kind of relevant reason for his outburst. He was
thinking harder then he ever had before and wondered why they couldn't hear
his brain clicking away, or worse yet couldn't see smoke billowing from his
ears.

"Why...don't I leave you two alone so you can talk," Lance said finally.

He had to pat himself on the back for that one. Not only was it a quick and
accurate cover but he also felt okay about leaving them alone
together. After all, who's to say that any of his hunches are correct
anyway? For all he knew they could still be reeling from their fight. Even
though the two were obviously trying to make peace with one another, it
could be hard for them to admit they were both wrong for fighting and move
on like the adults they were.

"You don't have to do that," JC said, utterly grateful that 'hey I fucked
this guy' wasn't written on his forehead like he thought it was.

"I should take off anyway," Lance said heading towards the kitchen
opening. "See you guys later."

"Bye," JC called after him.

Once JC heard the front door close and a car engine start up in the
driveway he finally met Wade's eyes. He had felt the man staring at him for
the better part of the ten minutes they had spent together.

"So..." he said picking up the dishtowel again and running it through his
hand.

"Yeah?" Wade asked taking the seat Lance had once occupied.

"How's your eye?" he asked almost kicking himself for doing so. Why would
he bring something up that directly related to the topic he definitely
didn't want to talk about?

"How's it look?"

"I'm sorry," JC said nodding towards him, "for that."

"I know."

"So are we cool?"

"More then cool," Wade said smiling.

"Why more then cool?"

Wade shrugged and stood to his full six foot two inch height. He stretched
his arms above his head and reached to the ceiling for a long stretch.

JC watched as the man reached towards heaven, his eyes moving down to what
he considered to be his hell. He took little glances at the tanned stomach
that was now exposed in all of its glory. His eyes trailed back up Wade's
body and met his eyes, which were twinkling at him. JC couldn't help but
think how bad he wanted him.

"What are you thinking?" Wade asked leaning his elbows on the counter.

He leaned in so close that JC thought he was going to kiss him.

"Nothing," he said leaning away form him a little.

"I know you're thinking something."

"No."

"Why won't you tell me? Is it dirty?" he asked licking his lips.

JC said nothing but stared at the man.

"I think you should leave," he said finally.

"You don't really want that," Wade said walking around the island to JC.

JC stood there, feet planted firmly, refusing to step down from this man in
his own house.

"Do you?" Wade asked leaning his head down and pressing his lips against
JC's.

The kiss wasn't as rough and urgent as the kisses JC remembered last
night. It was soft and passionate, almost loving. His lips melted with the
warm touch and, to his surprise, craved more. He placed his arms around the
man's waist and pulled him closer.

Wade leaned back from his lips and smiled.

"Do you still want me to leave?" he asked quietly.

JC stared into the man's dark brown eyes, "No, I don't."

"I'm that good of a kisser?"

"I've had better," JC said grabbing the man and pushing him against the
counter.

"Have you?" Wade asked smiling.

"Yeah," JC said placing his lips over Wade's again.

As they kissed JC let his hands slide down Wade's firm muscular chest to
his stomach where he pulled the long sleeved white shirt away from his skin
and over his head.

They went back to kissing with Wade now just wearing black basketball
shorts and a seashell necklace around his throat.

JC kissed his neck. He started to nibble on it and bite at the skin as Wade
reached over him and pulled his t-shirt over his bare back. JC leaned
against him, their bare chests rubbing against each other, their hard
nipples scraping together.

Wade moaned in JC's ear and softly took it between his teeth where he
started to suck on it.

JC's hands fell from Wade's firm muscular back to his shorts and pushed
them off of his hips. The shorts fell to the ground exposing Wade's already
extremely hard dripping wet cock. JC grabbed it immediately starting to
jerk the man off.

Wade tilted his head back and moaned when he felt the strong hand on his
hard member.

As he stroked him, JC leaned down and started to lick and suck on Wade's
abs, running his teeth along the skin. He knelt in front of the man and
took his cock in his mouth. He started to deep throat all of Wade's eight
and a half inches as the man held fast to the back of his head.

"Oh yeah," Wade said. "You like that huh? You like my big hard cock in your
mouth don't you?"

JC didn't stop to answer but just sucked harder and started playing with
Wade's balls.

"Come on Josh make me cum baby! Oh fuck yeah JC!"

JC continued to suck and fondle Wade until the man pulled him up off of his
knees.

Wade kissed him deeply, rubbing his hard wet cock against JC's stomach.

"I want you to fuck me," Wade said pulling himself up to a sitting position
on the counter.

JC watched as his arm muscles and shoulders flexed in one fluid motion. To
his surprise his cock got even harder.

Wade pulled JC closer by the waistband of his pants. He unbuttoned and
unzipped them while they kissed.

JC's cock popped out of his boxer briefs as Wade pulled them down.

"You must really like me huh?" Wade asked looking at the cock sticking
straight out towards him. It was so red that it looked like paint had been
spread all over it.

"I do," JC confessed following the man's eyes down to his throbbing cock.

Wade ran his finger along JC's slit spreading the pre cum over the man's
head.

JC gasped and his body started to shake violently when Wade did this.

"You're so wet," Wade said in the man's ear, licking it after he spoke for
good measure. He started to kiss JC again while he stroked his own cock
over the man's.

JC's hands started to roam over Wade's body again feeling his strong sinewy
muscles. He rubbed the man's right nipple with his thumb and immediately
felt a hot sticky substance on his cock followed by a moan from Wade that
vibrated his tongue.

"Now you're all lubed up," Wade said rubbing his cum all over JC's cock.

Wade, not being one to waste any time, leaned back on the counter placing a
foot on either side of him.

JC leaned over him and pushed into his tight ass. His cock slipped in with
just a little effort. JC kissed the man's shoulder panting slightly at how
tight his ass was around his cock. He couldn't believe he was fucking this
beautiful man on the counter in the middle of his kitchen.

"Fuck me Josh," Wade said. But it wasn't a demand. His voice had changed
just slightly from the last commands he had given JC. He was quiet,
whispering and sounded almost loving. "I want to feel you're cum inside me
baby," he said kissing Josh's cheek.

JC started to pull back form the man and then entered him again in a slow
steady motion. He pounded into him harder with each thrust. While doing all
of this JC kept his mouth placed softly over Wade's, letting their tongues
dance slowly around each other.

All that could be heard in the kitchen was the wet noise that JC's cock
made in and out of Wade's ass and their muffled moans and pants.



***

Craig looked down at the sleeping man lying on his shoulder. He smiled as
Justin sighed in his sleep and mumbled some inaudible phrase. He squeezed
the man's hand a little and looked out of the window. They must have only
been in the air for about twenty minutes so Craig knew the all night love
making session Justin and he had last night must have worn the man out. He
smiled at the thought of how excited Justin had been that morning, running
around the house doing a last minute checklist. That had actually been the
only time Craig had a few minutes to himself, which he used to talk to
Jeremy, and against the older man's wishes his doctor.

Worrying wasn't something that Craig was used to doing but he had been
doing a lot of it for the past few years. It was taking a toll on not only
his heart but also his body. He felt old, really old, and so tired. It
killed him inside to leave Jeremy alone in that tiny hospital room for
three whole days but he needed this. He had to shake off the feeling of
abandoning the man and all the guilt that seemed to pour over him every
time his pale face came to the front of Craig's mind. He needed to just
spend some time with Justin, relax, and figure out where they were in their
relationship. Craig also knew in his heart that this trip was going to be
the background for his inevitably long monologue to Justin about Jeremy. He
wasn't sure how much rest and relaxation he would get with that huge secret
looming over him and Justin, so he had to tell him soon.

"Are you guys doing okay?" the stewardess asked, leaning down closer to
Craig and Justin's seats.

"Yeah we're fine. Thank you though," he said smiling politely.

She nodded and moved down the small first class isle checking on the other
handful of passengers on the aircraft.

Craig stared back out of the window, meaning to feel sorry for himself for
a few more minutes, when Justin sat up.

"I can't believe I fell asleep," he said yawning and stretching his arms
above his head.

"You were so cute," Craig said quietly to him.

Justin smiled and kissed his lips quickly.

"So what did you do while I was sleeping?"

"Just thought about stuff."

"Like?"

Craig shrugged, "Like stuff. I don't know really."

He looked down at his hands and back out of the window.

"Hey what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"I'm sorry but there's a few rules on this vacation."

"Like what?" Craig asked smiling.

"Well first," Justin said counting off on his fingers, "there is absolutely
positively no moping around."

"If you tell me to turn my frown upside down I swear to God, Justin."

Justin laughed, "I will do no such thing. But I do want you to know that
you can talk to me...about anything."

"I know babe. Nothing's wrong," Craig said squeezing the man's hand
tightly.



***

JC blinked a few times to clear his eyes of sleep. He looked around the
pitch-black room trying to get his whereabouts. The blinds to his left were
pulled tightly closed but a thin sliver of light still blazed through the
small crack. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed yawning loudly.

"Mmm good morning," Wade said turning over to face him.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you."

"No problem. How'd you sleep?"

"Good," JC said sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching.

Wade followed the shadowy form of JC's body as the man stood and walked
into the bathroom. The bathroom light turned on and splashed a beam across
part of the bedroom floor. Wade turned back over to his back placing his
arms behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. He wondered if today
would be a repeat of yesterday. JC seemed to be taking the whole gay thing
a little easier this morning but he still seemed a little weird. Granted,
Wade had never woken up next to the man before but he had worked with JC
early in the morning. He never seemed any different really, but maybe he
needed some time to wake up. Wade listened as the shower started and sat up
figuring he should be gone when JC got out. He winced when he scooted to
the edge of the bed. He wondered if maybe they shouldn't have had sex that
seventh time last night.

JC came out of the bathroom and leaned against the door jam, arms crossed
over his chest.

Wade looked up at him and smiled at the backlit man letting his eyes fall
down to his towel-clad waist.

"So are you going to join me or what?" JC asked smiling down at him.

"Of course I will," Wade said. He stood wincing again.

"Are you okay?" JC asked stepping closer to him.

"Yeah, just sore."

"Maybe we should slow down a little."

"No I'm good."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't I run us a nice warm bath," JC said wrapping his arms around the
naked man in front of him.

Wade smiled at him and placed his hands over JC's arms.

"Sounds wonderful."

JC kissed his lips lightly and then took his hand leading him into the
bathroom. He slipped a white robe over Wade's shoulders and tied it around
his waist kissing him on the forehead.

Wade leaned against the counter while JC stopped the shower and started the
bath water, pouring in some bubble bath.

"It'll be a few minutes," JC said walking over to him.

"That's fine," Wade said accepting the man's lips on his neck.

JC let his hand slip into the robe and stroked Wade's smooth chest softly
while they kissed.

"I want to make you feel better," JC said running his hand down Wade's body
to his terry cloth covered cock. "Will you let me?"

"Yeah," Wade breathed closing his eyes to concentrate on the hand moving
over his hardening cock.

JC kissed the man's lips lightly and let his tongue trail down his chin and
his neck, circling his Adam's apple, to his chest. He pushed the robe over
Wade's shoulders and it dropped to the floor. He knelt down in front of him
and took his cock immediately in his mouth.

While JC was sucking on him Wade moaned quietly and gripped the counter
behind himself tightly. This was the quietest JC had ever heard the man.

Wade let out a loud whimper as he started to cum in JC's mouth.

JC continued to suck on him until Wade started to shake a little. He rose
to his feet and met the closed eyes of the man in front of him. He kissed
Wade's lips as his eyes opened.

"Ready for that bath?" JC asked him with a smile.



***

"Welcome to the Caribbean," Justin said arms outstretched.

Craig laughed at the grinning man, "It's an airport."

"An airport in the Caribbean. You're missing the key point."

"Can we go check into a hotel in the Caribbean now?"

Justin laughed, "Of course. Your carriage awaits."

"Wow a carriage, you went all out."

"Not exactly," he said opening the glass door for Craig.

At the curb a black Bentley was waiting for them.

"Mr. Timberlake," a man said opening the back door for the men.

"Thank you," Justin said following Craig into the car.

"So I'm guessing we're not trying to be incognito," Craig said turning to
Justin.

"Of course we are. There are Bentleys all over the place."

"Where?" Craig asked looking out of the window.

"There," he said pointing passed him, "and there. And over there."

Craig laughed, "Those are trees Justin."

"Even so," he said shrugging but flashing Craig his killer smile.

"I'm glad that you're so happy to be here," Craig said linking his fingers
through Justin's.

"God," Justin said throwing his head back, "you have no idea."

"Stressful work stuff?"

"Not yet but I can see the handwriting on the wall. I just have that
feeling that this is going to be the hardest album we've ever recorded, you
know?"

"What makes you think that?"

"Well so far JC's punched our choreographer, Lance is acting extremely
weird even for him, and all the guys have some kind of chip on their
shoulders about my solo career. You do the math."

"Okay so it doesn't look all that promising right now, but once you guys
start working I bet it will surprise you."

"I hope so," Justin said kissing Craig's hand. "Enough about work stuff
okay? What do you want to do when we get to the hotel? I left today open
but the next few days your mine," he said pressing his lips against
Craig's.

"Can we just do this?" Craig asked taking off Justin's baseball cap.

"Anything you want baby."

"I love it when you say that," he said kissing the man deeply.

As they kissed Justin ran his thumb over Craig's cheek, down to his neck,
and placed his hand on his chest between them. Craig started to run his
hand up Justin's thigh slowly just as the car pulled up to the hotel.

"Justin," Craig said softly.

"Mmhm..." Justin said concentrating more on Craig's neck then what the man
had to say.

"I think we're here," he said glancing up at the driver's seat, which was
now empty.

"Tinted windows," he said between kisses on the man's lips.

Craig laughed, "Let's go check in and then we'll have a whole room to do
whatever we want."

Justin sighed, "Fine but as soon as we hit that room door, you're mine."

"Deal," Craig said kissing his lips lightly. "Don't forget this," he said
placing the hat back on Justin's head. "You might be recognized without
it."

"Ha, ha funny."

When they got out of the car the driver was waiting patiently at their door
with a smile and their bags at his feet.

"Do you need any help with your luggage sir?" the man asked.

"No I think we have it. Thank you so much though," Justin said placing a
wad of bills in his hand.

"Have a wonderful stay," he said smiling.

Craig gave him a little wave, which Justin laughed at, and they entered the
hotel, bags in hand.

"Hello," the woman behind the counter said.

"Hi I have a reservation under Ted Nuttygarber," Justin said.

Craig let out a loud laugh but immediately covered his mouth and started to
cough.

"Are you okay sir?" the woman asked.

"Fine," Craig said.

Justin gave him a wink.

"Okay Mr. Nuttygarber I have a pre paid room ready for you and I'm quite
sure everything will be to your liking."

"Thank you."

"Can you sign here?"

Justin signed the slip of paper and then the register.

"Here you go," she said handing him two card keys. "Would you like help to
your room?"

"No thank you."

"Room number 802. There are elevators right behind you and to your left."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Have a wonderful stay."

"Ready?" Justin asked turning back towards Craig.

Craig just nodded stifling more of his laughter, which he let loose once
they got into the elevator.

"What now?" Justin asked smiling at the convulsing man.

"Ted...Nutty...garber..." he said between gasps of laughter.

"It's my alias."

"Oh babe. It's not very good."

"What do you mean? I like it."

"First of all," Craig said wiping the corners of his eyes, "that's the
worst fake name ever. And second, a hat is not a disguise. Everyone can
tell it's you."

"She didn't recognize me."

"How do you know?"

"I know these things. Don't worry about it anyway."

"I'm not worried. But that name..." he said getting cut off by Justin's
mouth over his.

"You're so hot when your making fun of me," Justin whispered to him.

Craig hit him softly on his chest, "I was not making fun of you. I was just
saying."

"I know," he said kissing him again.

Justin started to run his hands up and down Craig's sides letting them slip
under his yellow t-shirt. He pulled Craig as close to himself as he could
get the man and turned him around so his back was against the back wall of
the elevator.

"This is the slowest elevator in the world," Craig said looking at the
numbers creeping by as Justin sucked on his neck.

Craig's hand slipped down Justin's body, trailing down his abs to his waist
and then his already hard cock.

Justin let out a moan when the hand touched him. He leaned his head on
Craig's shoulder and breathed deeply in the man's ear.

"God I want you," Craig said kissing his cheek while he continued to fondle
him.

A ding went off in the elevator and the doors slowly opened. Craig and
Justin rearranged themselves with a minimum of giggles and grabbed their
bags.

"Do you remember what room she said?" Justin asked.

"I can't get you out of my mind," he said leaning against the man as they
walked down the hallway.

Justin put his arm around him and kissed his forehead, "I think she said
802."

"Sounds right."

Justin slipped the card from his back jean pocket into the key card slot.

"Bingo," he said pushing the door open.

"Oh my God," Craig said entering the room in front of Justin. "This is
gorgeous."

The living room was decorated in mostly white with splashes of color via
throw pillows, window treatments and original landscape paintings, most of
which featured the ocean or a gorgeous sunset. The large plush white sofa,
which was against the wall, was placed at a right angle to a love seat of
the same design. A large plasma screen TV hung on the wall opposite of the
couches.

>From the living room, that Craig was currently standing in the center of,
he could just see the bed through the two large white doors that opened
into the bedroom. But what really caught his eye was the balcony, which he
ran to excitedly. He swung the glass doors open and steeped onto the
spacious veranda.

"This is breathtaking," he said softly when Justin placed his arms around
him from behind.

"You're breathtaking," Justin said kissing the man's neck.

Suddenly Craig forgot all about the crystal blue ocean and white sand vista
he had just laid his eyes on and turned towards Justin.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," Justin said kissing him softly.

Craig held onto him kissing him deeper and pushing against him causing him
to walk forward. They kept up this slow dancing motion as they kissed until
Justin turned the corner into the bedroom.

"Where are we going?" Justin asked with a smile as Craig took off his hat
and threw on a nearby chair.

"We're here," Craig, said pushing the man lightly and smiling as he fell
back on the bed.

Craig lay slowly on top of him as they made out and ran their hands over
each other's bodies.

Craig pulled back staring into Justin's blue eyes.

"You know I'm the luckiest man in the world," he said running his fingers
over Justin's full bottom lip.

Justin kissed his fingers, "No I am."

"Can we just do this all day?"

"Sure. Why not?"

Craig laughed and moved off of the man lying next to him.

"You'd hate that," he said propping his head up with his hand.

"Why? I'd be with you. That's all that's important."

Craig smiled, "You can be so adorable sometimes."

"Only sometimes?" Justin said pouting.

"Okay all the time," Craig said kissing his forehead and then his lips.

Justin smiled and then yawned.

"Maybe you should take a nap."

"No way. We're in the Caribbean. Whoo Caribbean yeah," he said with tired
excitement.

Craig laughed, "Let's take a little nap and then we can go walk around on
the beach for awhile."

Justin nodded, eyes already slowly closing.

Craig cuddled up next to him laying his head on his chest. Craig's head
rose and fell with Justin's breathing. He cherished laying this close to
the man he loved. It was almost like they were one person. As Craig
listened to Justin's rhythmic heartbeat he drifted gently off to sleep.



***

When Justin woke up Craig was still asleep but on the other side of the
bed, which made getting up a lot easier then usual. He kissed the man on
the cheek, careful not to wake him, and walked quietly into the living
room, sliding the bedroom doors shut behind him.

Justin grabbed his cell phone off of the coffee table and went out on the
balcony to make a call.

"Hey Toby how is everything going?" he asked.

"Pretty good. All of the stuff has arrived and I'm having the movers
arrange things now."

"Good," Justin said sitting at the small café style table.

Before they left for their little getaway, Justin decided that Craig needed
a little help in the furniture department. After much secret shopping
online and a lot of phone calls he finally got everything he thought Craig
would need to make his apartment a home. He hoped that he picked things
that reflected Craig's personality well enough. Thinking back on his
purchases he nodded in agreement with himself. Craig was going to love
this.

"I'm really sorry I cut into your time off but this is extremely
appreciated."

"No problem Jay. What are assistants for?"

"Not moving furniture around. But thanks again anyway."

"It's cool."

"Call me if you need anything otherwise I'll see you when I get back."

"Okay have fun."

"Hey," Craig said just as Justin was closing his phone.

"Hi baby," Justin said with a huge smile.

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"You just looked too peaceful. I could never wake an angel."

Craig smiled and kissed his lips.

Justin wrapped his arms around the man's waist and pulled him down to his
lap and held him.

Craig placed his arms around Justin's neck.

"So did you still want to take that walk?" Justin asked.

"Yeah. I want to see what's around here."

"We should go now before it gets dark."

"What time is it?"

Justin glanced at his watch, "Almost six."

"We slept for way too long babe," Craig said standing. "Let's go find some
where to have dinner too. I'm starving."

"Okay."

Justin took his hand and led him towards the door.

"What about your hat? Everyone will recognize you," Craig said in mock
hysteria.

"Shut up," Justin said smiling as he closed the door behind them. "I'll do
without it today."

"Okay but if there's a mob it's every man for himself."

"Deal. I can run faster than you anyway."

"Says who?" Craig asked pushing the down button for the elevator.

"Says me."

"We'll just have to race sometime."

"Honestly you would probably beat me. But when I'm in top "Nsync" shape
you'll have a little competition."

Craig wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

"God I don't know if I could stand you getting any hotter."

"You might have to try," he said smiling and kissing Craig's lips as the
elevator doors opened.

They entered the elevator and were soon outside of the hotel and on the
beach.

"God it's so beautiful out here," Craig said staring out over the water.

"Yeah. I love coming here."

"You've been here before?" Craig asked continuing their walk along the
water.

"Yeah, we come here when we want to get away from everything and have a
little time off."

"Aw, and I thought this trip was special for me," he said pouting.

"You know it is," Justin said placing his arm around the man's waist.

"Is it really okay for us to be this close out in public?" Craig asked
watching the people lying out in the waning sun on the beach.

"Of course it is. When I'm out of the country it's kind of hard for the
rumors to follow me back home."

"You mean our trip could be written about somewhere?"

"Sure. It goes with the territory. But no one will believe it."

"Really? Why not?"

"My image isn't exactly squeaky clean but it's as spotless as they come
these days."

"So why would people believe a so called rumor that Justin Timberlake was
shacking up with some guy in the Caribbean."

"Exactly. Well almost, you're not just some guy."

"I'm not?"

Justin stooped walking and turned to him.

"I can't believe you could ask something like that."

"I was just wondering Justin."

"I know but still," he said continuing the walk. "Of course you're not just
some guy Craig. You're the only guy in the world for me."

"How are you so sure about that? I mean, have you ever been with another
man?"

"No."

"Then how do you know?"

"Look," Justin said stopping again, "I know because I love you. I love
everything about you. The way you toss your head back when you laugh, the
way your eyes wrinkle just slightly on the sides when you smile," he said
touching the side of Craig's face, "the way our hands fit perfectly
together," he held Craig's hand, "the way you make me feel with just one
look, the way our lips feel so right when they touch," he kissed Craig
softly. "It all just feels right. Like we should have been together a long
time ago."

Craig stared into the man's eyes but said nothing. He was speechless.

"Do you know what I mean?" Justin asked.

"Yeah," he said softly.

"Good," he kissed Craig's forehead just as the wind started to pick up and
blow the man's hair wildly.

They continued walking down the beach hand in hand. Craig couldn't help but
smile even as the strong wind blew harder.

"I think it's going to rain," Justin said looking up at the sky.

"What? You're joking."

"No really. We should go inside. Let's have dinner."

"Okay."

They walked back inside the hotel just as the sky opened up and large drops
of rain started to fall on the beautiful beach.



***

"Well what are we going to do now?" Craig asked closing his menu in front
of him.

"I'm sure we can find something to do," Justin said with a sly smile.

Craig smiled as well, "You're so bad."

"Oh you love it."

"Yes I do."

"What are you going to get?" Justin asked glancing down at his own menu.

"Spaghetti."

"You love Italian food huh?"

"I'm half Italian, what can I say?"

Justin laughed.

"What?" Craig asked.

"I can just see you as a little boy with tomato sauce all over your face."

Craig laughed, "The good ol' days."

"Yeah," Justin said looking back down at his menu.

Craig looked around the restaurant at the other patrons. Everyone was so
tan, beautiful, and happy talking quietly with their loved ones while they
ate or waited to order. A small boy at the table across the room was
sitting quietly while, what Craig assumed were, his parents kissed each
other and nuzzled together near their open menu. The boy must have been
about three but acted like an adult. He just sat there in his booster seat
by his mother taking in his surroundings and smiling brightly. He picked up
a crayon with a chubby little hand and started coloring happily, glancing
at his parents for a second when his mother said something to him.

Craig remembered all of the boring fancy dinners he had been made to go to
from infancy. The stuffy people, the itchy stiff suits, he never could
understand what caused people to dress their kids up so uncomfortably.

The child, who even had dark hair like his, reminded him so much of
himself. He never got to run around and act like a kid when he was young,
or older for that matter. He was never able to really be a child. He
figured he would always be denied that. But what was the point? So what you
play sports and get dirty and finger-paint every once in a while. It wasn't
really all it was cracked up to be. Being a little adult, like he had been,
caused him to be able to experience so many great things in life, the
opera, ballet, musicals, and plays that other children would have taken for
granted. It prepared him for things to come; unfortunately those things
included his mother's death and his relationship with Chad. Not to mention
his feelings about Jeremy. He wasn't sure if it was possible to love and
hate someone at the same time. Sometimes he just wanted to yell at the man,
scream at him, "When will it be my turn to be a kid?"

Obviously it wasn't Jeremy's fault he was sick, but it was so hard for
Craig sometimes. It was hard to keep a huge secret like this from Justin,
but it was even harder to watch Jeremy waste away to nothing.

"Are you okay?" Justin asked reaching across the table and placing his hand
over Craig's. It was cold and clammy.

"Yeah I'm fine," Craig said placing his hand on his lap instead of in
Justin's grasp.

Justin stared at the man who had gone completely pale right before his
eyes.

"You're sure?"

Craig nodded. But he wasn't fine, he felt like he would be sick.

"Can you excuse me for a minute?"

"Sure."

Justin watched as Craig got up and walked quickly in the general direction
of the bathroom. He wondered if he should follow him just to make sure he
was okay.

"Are you ready to order?" their waiter asked.

"Um, no not yet."

"Okay take your time," he said walking away.

Justin nodded. While he waited for Craig to return he wondered what could
have made the man act so strangely all of a sudden. He had never seen him
look like that before. Just as Justin was standing to go find Craig, he saw
him making his way back to the table.

"I was just going to make sure you were okay. Do you feel sick?"

"No I'm fine. Sorry about that," Craig said smiling like his old self
again.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah I am. Sorry," he said kissing the man on the cheek.

"It's no problem. Do you feel like eating still?" Justin asked sitting when
Craig did.

"Yeah I'm starved."

Justin looked at him intently trying to figure out what to ask and how to
ask it.

"What?" Craig asked.

"Nothing," Justin said shaking his head.

The waiter came back over and they ordered their food.

"So..." Craig said breaking the long silence after the waiter had sauntered
off.

"I know you're going to get mad that I keep asking, but are you sure you're
fine? I've never seen you look like that before."

"I'm not mad and I'm not sick," he said folding his napkin in his lap.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," he said, turning his wine glass on the table and looking
intently at it. He stopped and smiled up at Justin who was still staring at
him.  "I'm fine. Really."

"Okay," Justin said taking a sip of his wine.

"Will the stuff you have planned tomorrow be rained out?" Craig asked
looking out of the large bay window they were seated next to.

"Some of it will. But we can improvise."

"So we're staying?"

"We can leave anytime you want to."

"No I don't want to go. I was just asking."

There was silence for a moment while the waiter placed their salads in
front of them. Craig ran his fork idly over the green leafs swirling the
Italian dressing around.

"I thought you were hungry," Justin said.

"I am," Craig said taking a bite of his salad.

"Well anyway. I kind of had something planned for later tonight too. But I
don't think we can do it now."

"What was it?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise."

"What kind of surprise?" Craig asked smiling.

"Oh it was going to be a good one."

"Tell me," he said setting his fork down.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I might want to do it later."

"Can I have a hint?"

"Hmmm...." Justin said tapping his chin with a finger, "no."

"I love you," he said leaning over the table and kissing his lips softly.

"I love you too," Justin said touching the side of his face. "I'm still not
telling though."

Craig sighed slouching back in his seat and then sat up straighter, "Is
this payback for the other night when I surprised you?"

"I don't believe in revenge."

"Well that's a good way to live. So what's the surprise?"

"Nope. Let's finish dinner and then see what happens."

"Fine," Craig said pouting.

Justin leaned over and kissed his bottom lip sucking on it for a second.

"Don't pout sweetie," he said kissing his lips again.

"Well how could I after that?" Craig asked smiling.



***

"Who was that?" asked Wade who was lying on the couch, legs out stretched,
with his head on JC's shoulder.

He paused at a TV show for a second and then continued flipping through the
channels idly.

"Joey," JC said setting the phone down on the oak end table sitting next to
him. "The guys are going to some club tonight. Did you want to go?"

"Sure. What time?"

"In a few hours," JC said opening his book back up.

"Do they know we're together?" Wade asked nonchalantly, still flipping
channels.

JC closed his book and sat it on his lap.

"Well they know that you're here with me but they don't know that we...you
know..."

"Oh okay. Are you ever going to tell them that you're gay?"

JC sighed, "I'm not sure I am gay. I still like girls."

"So you're never gonna tell them."

"I don't know if I want to."

"Why not?"

"Does everyone know you're gay?"

Wade looked up at him, "Everyone that matters."

"Look, can we talk about this later?" JC asked picking his book up again.

"Why not now?" Wade asked sitting up.

"Fine. Let's talk," he said turning towards the man and placing the book on
his leg. "I really don't think I'll ever tell them. It's something that's
honestly no one's business but my own. I'm not even sure exactly what I am
for that matter. But I do know that I'm not a gay rights activist and I
could never see myself waving a rainbow flag and shouting 'I'm here, I'm
queer, get used to it' to the masses. Plus, I thought we were just having
fun."

"Well we are," Wade said glancing down for a second. "But don't you think
it could be more?"

JC shrugged and stood up, "I don't know Wade. I'm going to go take a shower
before we leave. Are you joining me?"



***

The lights were flashing blue, yellow, and red on the dance floor,
highlighting the writhing bodies as they moved to the pulsing beat of the
music. The air was thick with excitement and energy. There was a sense of
anticipation running through the entire two story dance hall. It seemed to
be one of those nights where anything could happen, and probably would.

JC turned to the crowd and leaned back on the bar sipping his beer. His
eyes ticked over the dance floor not looking for anything specific but
falling on Wade and staying there.

Wade was grinding his ass against a handsome tanned blond as the man ran
his hands along the front of his body. Wade laughed as the blond kissed his
neck and ran his hand over his chest and down his tight abs pulling at the
shiny black Muscle-T that clung to his damp body. He ran his right hand
along the guy's perfectly messy hair, holding his lips to his neck, as the
other hand disappeared behind him and ran up and down the guys ass.

JC smiled at the display in front of him and downed the rest of his
beer. That guy could get Wade as hot and bothered as he wanted but JC would
be the one fucking him that night.

"Looks like Wade's having fun," Lance said nursing a scotch on the rocks.

JC laughed, "Looks like it."

Lance looked at him trying to measure his reaction. As far as any of them
knew Wade wasn't gay or bi. Of course no one asked him, or even cared, but
still it was a small shock to Lance. Small only because he didn't expect
Wade to flaunt it so freely out in public. He could always tell that the
guy was at least bi. But he wondered how much JC knew about him.

"Do you think he's bi?" Lance asked leaning on the bar next to JC and
looking into the crowd at Wade.

"You'd know better then I would," JC said laughing.

"You've been spending a lot of time with him though. I thought you guys
might have talked."

JC laughed again and turned to lean his elbows on the bar.

"So?" Lance persisted when JC said nothing.

"Hey beer!" JC said holding up his empty bottle to the bartender.

The guy nodded to him and JC leaned sideways facing Lance.

"So what?" he asked smiling.

"Did you know?"

"Yeah I knew," he said his eyes twinkling slightly.

Lance let his own eyes fall down to his glass which was sitting on the
polished wood bar. He stared into the melting ice cubes trying to imagine
how he could be so stupid. Of course JC wouldn't want him. He was by no
means a man user, at least not anymore, but he knew a hot piece of ass when
he saw one and that was definitely Wade. The brown liquid in his glass
didn't look so inviting anymore. It looked more menacing as if it were
foreseeing things to come.

"Thanks," JC said raising his cold beer to the bartender in some kind of
alcoholic salute. He turned back around, elbows on the bar, but this time
his eyes fell on Lance. "Why aren't you out there?" he asked leaning into
Lance softly.

Lance stood up straight, glass in hand, "Not really in a dancing mood."

"Why would you come to a club then?"

"Had to get out of the office for a while."

"Company kicking you're ass?"

"Yeah something like that. Working for yourself isn't all it's cracked up
to be. I'll see you okay?"

"Yeah," JC said glancing back over the dancers.

His eyes fell over the space where Wade and the hot blond had been but he
didn't spot them. He glanced over the rest of the crowd without focusing in
on his mark. He didn't want to admit that he was getting a little concerned
about Wade's whereabouts. He knew the man could take care of himself but
who else was taking care of him? Like he told Wade at his house just hours
before, he didn't want a relationship so technically if that guy was
fucking him, or vice versa, JC couldn't say anything... technically. That
didn't stop him from feeling just a tad territorial. At least that's what
he kept telling himself he was feeling.

His eyes kept moving, this time falling on the crowd around the bar and
along the sides of the dance floor where booths and tables were set up. He
finally spotted them letting out a deep breath he didn't know he had been
holding. As casually as he could, he strolled over to them.

Wade was giggling as the man, who seemed permanently attached to his neck,
kissed and sucked on it.

JC couldn't help but get hard as he walked over to the two men making out
in front of him.

"Hey," he said.

Wade smiled at him as the man looked up.

"What's up?" Wade asked.

"Nothing."

"Why don't you get us something to drink," Wade said to the man at his
side.

The guy kissed him on the lips and left, with a parting glance to JC.

"Seems like you two are getting cozy."

Wade shrugged, "He's okay. Not as hot as you."

"Really," JC said taking a sip of beer.

"Yeah," Wade said grabbing the bottle from him and downing the rest.

"Come on," JC said grabbing his hand.

Wade followed him leaving the empty bottle on the bar as they walked by
hand in hand.

"Where are we going?" Wade asked groping JC's chest and abs from behind him
as they walked.

JC said nothing but opened the men's bathroom door which was at the moment
unoccupied.

"Oh!" Wade said with raised eyebrows.

Before the bathroom door even swung shut JC pushed Wade into a stall and
locked the door behind them.

He turned to face the man who was already massaging his cock through his
jeans.

"God you're hot," JC said placing his mouth over Wade's.

Wade smiled as they kissed letting his tongue lick and suck wetly at JC's.

As they kissed JC's hands roamed the man's body, massaging, kneading, and
rubbing every inch of his chest, abs, and back. His hands slipped down from
the curve of Wade's lower back to his ass. He undid the jeans that already
hung extremely low on his waist and slipped his hands inside the back of
them. He squeezed Wade's firm round ass cheek with one hand as he slid the
fingers from his other hand down the man's crack to his hole.

Wade let out a moan in JC's mouth, which reverberated down his throat, when
he pushed three fingers deep into his ass.

Wade's jeans, which were just low enough to expose his long cock, were
slowly slipping farther down the tanned muscular thighs as he pushed back
on the fingers thrusting inside of him.

JC released the man from their lip locking embrace and turned him around, a
little rougher then he had done in the past. He had always felt weird about
fucking Wade with total outright abandonment but his performance that night
on the dance floor showed JC that, for the most part, Wade was all about
getting off. And getting off was all that JC had on his mind at the
moment. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard throbbing cock. He
ran it up and down the crack of Wade's ass, as the man bent over in front
of him bracing himself with his hands on the wall of the small stall.

Wade shuddered as he felt the large cock run across his tight hole.

"Do you want it?" JC asked, cock poised right at his opening.

"Yeah," Wade breathed.

JC started to push into the man stopping for a second for Wade to relax
since they had no lubrication handy. He pushed in the rest of the way in
one firm stroke, holding onto Wade's hips to guide his cock to the man's
prostate.

Wade groaned when JC hit it and immediately grabbed his own cock jacking it
off furiously.

JC pounded in and out of the now screaming man, his balls slapping loudly
against Wade's.

"Oh yeah," JC said running one hand up and down Wade's firm back underneath
his shirt.

He grabbed his shoulders with both hands hammering into him as hard as he
could.

Wade's dripping wet cock went rigid in his hand as he started to cum.

As Wade kept stroking himself, shooting long white streams of cum all over
the black toilet seat, JC shoved his cock inside of Wade deeper, while he
squirted his cum.

JC leaned on the man's back, half way collapsing as his knees got weak. He
smiled and kissed Wade's shoulder as his softening cock slid out of Wade's
ass.

"That was so good," Wade said turning around to face him.

"I aim to please," JC said zipping up his pants as Wade pulled his up.

"That you do," Wade leaned into him and kissed him deeply.

"Are you coming home with me tonight?" JC asked, their faces still
extremely close from the kiss.

Wade kissed him lightly on the lips, "I wouldn't pass up the chance."


To be continued...


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