Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2006 20:55:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Shannon <swimfan_777@yahoo.com>
Subject: Model Me Chapter 23

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 further. For everyone else,
enjoy the show...

*Season 2*

        "How do you feel?" Justin asked running his hand over the man's
thigh.
        "Nervous," Craig said looking out of the large picturesque window
of the private jet.
        "Everything's going to be okay," Justin said wrapping his arms
around him and leaving little kisses on his temple and cheek. "We'll be in
Texas soon and we can go to the hotel and get a good night's sleep."
        Craig smiled; running his hand along the man's bare fore arm that
crossed over his chest. "So what do you think of the jet?"
        "I love it," he said looking around the plush white cabin. "It's
beautiful. I always wanted to get one but the guys didn't think we needed
it."
        "Well now we have one."
        "I thought you were going to sell it."
        "I was. I mean it was Jeremy's. I never even really used it but I
think we might now."
        "Because of your brother," Justin said squeezing him tighter and
burying his nose in the man's head of dark curls.
        "If everything goes good yeah. I'd like to visit him a lot, maybe
even fly him out to stay with us for a few days."
        "That would be great babe."
        "You don't mind?"
        "Why would I? It's your house too."
        "I love you," Craig said turning to look deep into his eyes.
        Justin smiled, "I love you too gorgeous."
        "How much?"
        "Well you know how there are a billion people on the earth right?"
he asked intertwining his fingers with Craig's.
        "Yeah," he said giggling as Justin nuzzled his neck.
        "Times that by ten and add four."
        "That's a lot," he said kissing his lips lightly.
        "Kiss me again."
        Craig obeyed his wishes letting their tongues meet and slide over
each other as their lips locked together in a soft, wet embrace.
        "Hey," Craig said to him almost in a whisper as he ran his finger
over the buttons of Justin's shirt.
        Justin raised his eyebrows.
        "I never gave you the grand tour."
        He smiled, "It's a plane."
        "I know but don't you want to see the cockpit?" he asked biting his
bottom lip.
        Justin laughed, "You're cute."
        "Is that a yes?"
        "Yeah. Show me."
        Craig stood pulling Justin by the hand and knocked on the door to
the flight deck that was a few feet away.
        "Hello Mr. Walsh," the pilot said opening the door. "Do you need
something?"
        "I was wondering if I could show my friend all the controls and
stuff," Craig said wrapping his arms around Justin's waist form behind.
        "Sure," he said smiling. "I'll take a break while you look
around. Just let me know when you're finished."
        "Thank you."
        "We're in auto pilot now but feel free to fly if you'd like," he
said smiling as he walked towards the lounge in the back of the plane.
        "Fly?" Justin asked frowning at him.
        "Yeah," he said kissing his cheek and holding him tighter. "Jeremy
made me take lessons."
        "You can do everything," Justin said following him onto the flight
deck.
        "I don't know about everything," he said sitting down in the black
leather chair and swiveling it towards the front window. "Sit down babe,"
he motioned to the chair next to him.
        "I was thinking about doing something else," Justin said turning
the chair back around to face him.
        He dropped to his knees in front of Craig and ran his hand over the
bulge in the man's jeans. He looked up at him as he pulled the green
t-shirt he was wearing up revealing Craig's tanned wash board abs. He
kissed them as he ran his hand across the flat stomach feeling the muscles
contract with each touch. He ran his tongue over them as Craig leaned back
further in the chair beginning to breathe harder.
        Justin pulled the shirt off of his lover presenting a bare muscular
torso. He immediately went for the firm hard tipples protruding from his
chest, circling his tongue around them.
        Craig moaned as Justin ran his teeth along the sensitive skin
taking his right nipple in his mouth and sucking as he rubbed the other
with his fingers. Craig leaned his head back as he ran his hand across
Justin's short spiky hair.
        "Fuck me," Craig said letting a moan slip from his full pink lips
as his cock strained against the thin material of his boxers and the zipper
of his jeans.
        "Not yet," Justin whispered in his ear. "I want you to explode in
my mouth."
        With that he began to slide his hand over the huge bulge in Craig's
jeans, while his lips and teeth attacked the man's neck. He nipped and
pulled at the tight flesh loving how sweet and warm the skin tasted in his
mouth. As he moved to the other side of his neck he began to unzip his
jeans, sliding his hand inside of them. His fingers quickly found the hard
slippery wet head of Craig's cock. He squeezed it, moving his fingers over
the slit and feeling pre-cum gush over his hand. He could feel the
vibration against his lips as a deep moan escaped Craig's throat. He loved
that sound and longed to hear it everyday of his life.
        Justin grabbed Craig's face with one hand and kissed his mouth
roughly, sucking on his tongue and biting his bottom lip. He continued to
kiss him as he pushed down the man's pants and boxers feeling his cock
spring free and slap against his thigh.
        Craig pushed Justin's shirt over his back wanting to feel the man's
skin against his own. His fingers fumbled and his hands shook as he
struggled with the buttons on the black collared shirt.
        Justin stopped kissing him as Craig ran his hands over his chest
pushing the shirt off of his shoulders. He just stared into the man's eyes
for a moment seeing his reflection in the clear green pool as he continued
to stroke his cock feeling it throb and twitch in his hand.
        Craig grabbed the back of his head and pulled their lips back
together. He tossed the shirt aside as he felt Justin rubbing his balls and
pulling on his hard cock. There was no way he was going to be able to last
much longer. That seemed like a problem he always had when it came to
Justin. The man grinding on top of him was just too hot and sexy to be able
to hold his cum back for very long. He moaned into the man's mouth as his
ass started to lift off of the chair.
        Justin soon got the hint and began to kiss his way down Craig's
body, stopping at his nipples one last time to bite and suck on them. Then,
he moved down farther to the big throbbing dick he was holding in his
hand. He licked the tip of his head, sucking up the delicious drops of
pre-cum that continually oozed out. He wrapped his lips around it sucking
it into his mouth as Craig urged him on.
        "Oh yeah baby," he said holding Justin's head to his lower
body. "Make me shoot my cum in your sweet little mouth."
        Usually Craig was pretty quiet when they had sex. Sure, he could
moan and scream with the best of them but he wasn't really one for the
dirty talk. Justin, on the other hand, loved the man's voice. Anytime he
would let out a word or two it practically pushed him over the edge.
        He moaned loudly, Craig's rigid cock muffling the sound. He took as
much of it in his mouth as he could, taking about eight inches of the ten
inch member. He gagged a little as he tried to take more. He could feel the
steady throbbing pulse of the cock in his mouth matching his own heart
beat. He longed to feel Craig's thick, sweet nectar fill his mouth. He
sucked harder pulling it almost completely out of his mouth and then
ramming it back in as far as it could go.
        Before he could even attempt to hit the base Craig screamed,
lifting his ass off of the chair as he squirted into Justin's mouth. He
could feel the man's throat contracting around his cock as he swallowed and
sucked him down from his orgasm. Craig relaxed back into the chair panting
softly.
        Justin leaned over and kissed his lips pushing the remaining cum he
held into the man's mouth. Their tongues intertwined mixing the cum around
each other's mouths as their lips were pressed firmly together.
        Craig sucked on Justin's tongue as he unbuttoned and unzipped his
jeans. He pushed his hands into them squeezing his rock-solid ass
cheeks. He massaged the perfect globes as his jeans fell farther down his
body.
        Justin stood, his solid cock standing straight out from his
body. He began to stroke it as he walked to the right side of the chair. He
ran the tip along Craig's lips smiling at the way the pre-cum glistened on
the man's full pouty mouth.
        Craig let his tongue dart out to lick up the drops of cum that
rolled down the head of Justin's hard member. He savored the little pearls
that dripped onto his tongue.
        Justin laid his cock on the man's tongue rubbing it lightly across
the surface.
        Craig's lips wrapped around it, sucking it into his mouth and
feeling the hot hard meat fill his throat. He continued to suck, pulling
the rest of Justin's cock down his throat as his nose brushed against the
man's smooth brown pubic hair. He grabbed his ass, which had started to
help pump his cock in and out of the waiting wet cove.
        Justin ran his fingers through Craig's thick black silky curls,
letting them glide over his fingers as he fucked the man's mouth. He looked
down at the pink lips sliding up and down his dripping wet cock and those
beautiful green eyes that locked in on his. He pushed the man off of him,
his cock slipping out of his mouth with a wet suctioning sound.
        "Let me fuck you," he said pushing Craig back in the chair. He
positioned himself in front of him and began to lift his leg.
        "Do you have a condom?" Craig asked amazed he was able to think
responsibly for even a second while his mind was swimming with thoughts of
Justin buried deep inside him.
        "Let's not worry about it," he said pausing for a second to see his
reaction.
        "Are you sure?"
        "Yes. I love you," he said kissing his lips. "I only ever want to
be with you."
        Craig said nothing but grabbed his face in his hands and kissed him
deeply.
        "Fuck me," he said as Justin began entering him.
        Justin groaned as he pushed completely inside the man feeling every
part of his ass against his cock. He felt the man squeeze him tightly as he
repositioned himself so Craig's legs were resting on his shoulders.
        They began to pant and moan in unison as they got closer to
climaxing.
        Justin pumped his cock in and out of Craig's tight hot ass hole;
feeling like life couldn't get any better as he screamed out and began to
cum inside of the man.
        Craig gasped as he felt Justin's hot seed shoot into him. He tilted
his head back and closed his eyes relishing the feeling of the sticky wet
cum deep inside his ass. He felt Justin lean on his bare chest and when he
opened his eyes the man was staring down at him.
        "I love you," Justin said in a deep raspy voice tired from panting
and screaming. He ran his hand along Craig's damp forehead brushing away
the dark hair from his beautiful glowing face.
        "I love you too," he said holding the man tighter. "So much."
        Justin kissed his lips and smiled at him. "I guess we're officially
part of the mile high club now."

***
        Brian twisted and turned, the dark purple sheets on his bed
encompassing his half naked body. It happened again, that sound, that
banging.
        "God!" he screamed sitting straight up in bed. He threw the sheet
off of himself and stomped out into his living room, tripping over his
tennis shoes. "Shit!"
        His attention was thrown back to the front door when he heard the
persistent knocking again.
        "It's six in the fucking morning!" he yelled as he flung open the
front door.
        "Hi," Lance said waving slightly with his left hand.
        "Hi," Brian said his face smoothing out and relaxing at the first
sight of the man.
        "I'm sorry for coming by so early," he said shifting his weight
back and forth between legs. "We have a meeting in an hour and I wanted to
talk to you before then."
        "Its fine," Brian said motioning for him to enter the apartment. He
closed the door shivering slightly as the cold morning air blew past
him. He was suddenly very aware he only had boxer briefs on. It's not like
he wanted to change or anything. He felt like the lack of clothing made him
feel more powerful in a situation like this.
        "Were you up late last night?" Lance asked sitting on the couch
they had made out on so many times before.
        "I was helping Craig pack. We had a few drinks."
        "Was Justin there?" Lance asked almost before Brian could finish
his sentence.
        He crossed his arms over his chest. Was his luck really this bad?
Could Lance really have crushes on two of his friends? Of course Brian
thought Justin was hot, he wasn't blind, and he was definitely sexier then
JC but he was obviously taken. He figured Lance was one of those guys that
liked an impossible challenge when it came to lovers.
        "Yeah, why?"
        "How was he acting?" he asked leaning forward with his arms resting
on his legs.
        "What do you mean?" Brian asked wishing he had just ignored the
infuriating knocking.
        "Did he seem angry or sad?"
        "Is that why you woke me up, to grill me about Justin?"
        "No," he said standing. "I'm sorry. I came over to see you."
        "Well here I am," he said stretching his arms out and letting them
fall back to his sides.
        "I know you're mad. But you're overreacting. I've told you so many
times that JC and I are just friends now. All of us are really close, like
brothers."
        "If I felt the way about my brother like you do about JC I'd be
arrested everywhere but Arkansas."
        Lance shook his head. "I guess this was hopeless. I wanted to tell
you I was sorry for fighting with you. I mean, I'm really trying to let you
know that I'm not stuck on JC anymore. Why won't you just believe me?"
        "Because I see the way you look at him. Its how I wish that you
would look at me just once."
        "Brian, you have no idea how much you mean to me," Lance said
walking towards him. "What would ever think I didn't want to be with you?"
        "I just suddenly felt like you were only passing the time with me
until JC and Wade broke up."
        "That's ridiculous baby," he said taking Brian's hand in his. "I
love you."
        "You do," Brian said very suspicious of the sudden admission.
        "Yes I do. If I wanted to be with JC still I wouldn't be here now,"
he said kissing Brian's hand. "Please just move on with me."
        Brian sighed. He really wanted to believe everything Lance was
saying, he longed to actually. But how could he really be sure? "I don't
know," he finally said.
        "Please," Lance said hugging him. He clung to his bare torso his
lips pressed against the man's shoulder. "I need you."
        Lance continued to kiss his chest and run his hands over his flat
stomach and muscular thighs.
        Brian's body immediately responded although his mind was still not
sure about continuing their relationship.
        "Please," Lance said falling to his knees to kiss the man's
stomach. He ran his hands over the bulge in Brian's black boxer briefs and
began to massage his hard-on. "I love you," he said pulling out the
enlarged cock and pushing it between his lips.
        Brian moaned, pushing Lance's head down farther on his hard
member. "Okay, I forgive you."

***
        JC kicked the tire of his black Bentley angrily and then slammed
the door. He did not want to be there. He looked towards the brick
three-story office building standing in the middle of the busy parking
lot. They had recorded so many songs there together in the basement studio
and practiced for so many tours. Now he was going in for a meeting with the
label that he knew could not end well. He could see the end of Nsync
looming over head. If everyone decided to do that ridiculous reality show
thing he could knew they were doomed. How could they ever expect to be
taken serious as artists?
        "Hey," Lance said jumping out of his car.
        "You're late."
        "I had some stuff to take care of," he said smoothing out the
wrinkles in his shirt. "Are the guys here yet?"
        "Their cars are. They must be inside."
        "Why are you standing out here then?"
        "I need to talk to you."
        "Alright," Lance said putting his keys in his jacket pocket.
        "I was hoping that you had a change of heart once you thought
things over last night."
        "About continuing the band without Justin?"
        "Yeah. Don't you think it's crazy not to just keep it us four?"
        "No Josh I don't. I think finding a new member is a good idea. I
mean, if we're really going to stay Nsync we need another guy."
        "And reality TV is the way to go?"
        "I'm not sure. That's what we're going to talk about today," he put
his arm around his friend's shoulders. "I know you're concerned about
Justin's feelings and career but you have to think about us too. If this is
a way for us to still make music together then we should do it."
        JC nodded possibly finally getting where the guys were coming from.
        "Let's just go to the meeting and see what happens. Nothing will be
final today. We're all just going to talk."
        JC nodded again, walking with Lance towards the building. "All I
know is if anything goes through, Justin is going to pitch a fit when he
gets back."

***
        "Ahem," the old woman cleared her throat for the third time.
        Craig giggled, resting his forehead on Justin's chest. "I guess we
really are in Texas," he whispered.
        Justin smiled down at him and kissed his lips again. He held him
tightly, leaning against the back of the glass elevator of the hotel. "Are
you ready for bed?" he asked.
        "Sure, but just to let you know I have a lot of energy," Craig said
squeezing Justin's hard cock through his jeans.
        Justin moaned, a bit louder then he had expected, eliciting
disapproving glances and rolled eyes from the older couple standing in
front of them. It was strange that he could be in such close quarters with
complete strangers and still be so turned on that he couldn't control
himself. What if someone recognized him? That thought was pushed out of his
mind as Craig continued to kiss his lips.
        The elevator doors opened with a ding and the couple left in a
hurry, almost forgetting the shopping bag that was placed on the floor
beside them.
        Craig laughed as he watched them practically run away. "Do you want
to know something dirty?" he whispered in Justin's ear as the man sucked on
his neck.
        "Always."
        "I can still feel your cum in my ass."
        Justin groaned, pushing the man against the glass elevator,
attacking his mouth and tongue.


***
        "So you're saying we can't use the name," Joey said crossing his
arms on the conference table.
        "Technically no," Derek, their lawyer said.
        "But we fought for it in the whole Lou Pearlman fiasco," Lance said
frowning.
        "Exactly," Derek said. "You all have an equal share of the
name. Think of it as if it is a tangible thing split into fifths."
        "So how do we get control of Justin's share?" Chris asked obviously
getting more frustrated by the moment.
        "Buy him out," Derek said leaning back in his chair.
        "And how much will that cost?" JC asked finally piping into the
conversation. He had been fairly quiet through the meeting with Johnny and
the executives of the label. He was trying to take Lance's words to heart
and really give the situation the thought it deserved. So far he was right,
they hadn't put anything in stone yet and now with the legal aspects it
seemed they were facing, there was a good chance they wouldn't be able to
sing under their name with or without a new member.
        "That would be for me to negotiate with his council but you're
looking at no less then a ten million dollar settlement," Derek said
folding his hands on the table.
        "You're joking," Chris said laughing.
        "My advice would be to get him to sign a release. It's the easiest
thing to do."
        "Yeah real easy," JC said.
        "Maybe not emotionally, but legally it is," Derek said. "If Justin
is really as gung hoe about going solo as you say he is, he might be more
willing to sign over his part in the group."
        "So worse case scenario," Lance said, "he doesn't sign the release
and we have to pay him off."
        "Technically you wouldn't automatically pay him. The way it is now,
he is entitled to one fifth of everything you make as a group under the
name. If you guys make a record; even if he doesn't sing a note on it; he
still makes as much as everyone else. Now if you cut him a check or not is
up to you."
        "We have the option not to pay him then?" Chris asked.
        "You have the option to do whatever you want," Derek said. "But, if
Justin feels he's entitled to his share and knows the legal aspects of the
group he can sue. And believe me, he'll win."
        "Can you talk to him?" Joey asked turning to look at JC.
        "We're not in very good standing right now."
        "I know, but he listens to you," he said, his eyes pleading with
the man slightly.
        "I'll see what I can do Joe but you guys have to understand that
I'm still not behind this reality TV thing."
        "But Johnny and everyone loved the idea," Chris said. "This legal
bullshit is the only thing standing in our way. You're really going to let
us down too?"
        JC sighed, "I'll talk to him."

 **Special thanks to Derek "the lawyer," you inspired me. Hope you guys
enjoyed the new chapter. The next one should be up in about a week. Any
comments or criticisms can be emailed to swimfan_777@yahoo.com.**