Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2000 10:14:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: A F <abuffy00@yahoo.com>
Subject: n-the-mix

This story is a complete work of fiction and is not meant to imply anything
about the sexuality of Justin Timberlake or JC Chasez. Or for that matter
anyone else. This is just part one and its my first story, so gimme a
break. Part two is written, but let me know what you think. Send all
comments, questions, concerns... whatever to abuffy00@yahoo.com

Ok. I think that about does it. Enjoy.. and email me :)


Chapter One


	Justin wiped the sweat off of his face with a hand towel.

"Man, that was slammin." He said to the four other members of N'Sync. All
of them were pumped after the New Year's Eve concert that they had just
performed in Honolulu. Their clothes stuck to their bodies and their hair
was matted down.

	 Justin was ready to shower and go out to party. It was, after all,
a new year. The possibilities were endless. Lance leaned against the wall,
his eyes closed. "Man, I'm so tired. I can't deal tonight, y'all go ahead
and go out." he said. He was always the first one to wimp out when it came
to partying.

"Not Me!" Chris declared, spinning around so his braids swung around his
head. "I'm pumped!" J.C. just sat back and watched with mild amusement. He
was the more contained of the group. Joey smirked.

"You're always pumped. You need some downers." The five guys climbed into
the limo that was waiting outside. They managed to escape the millions of
screaming fans that swarmed around them.

"That was close. " Justin laughed. He was the youngest of the group, and
the most carefree. He looked at the other members, his eyes briefly
settling on J.C. He smiled when the lead singer looked up and smiled. They
had been friends for a very long time and sometimes they could read each
other's thoughts. 'If only he knew how much I care about him.' Justin
thought. 'J.C. is everything I want to be. He can sing and dace and...'
With that thought he turned away and stared at the scenery. Honolulu was a
beautiful place. Just the right setting for romance. Maybe he could find
someone while they were here. He sat back lost in thought until they
arrived at the hotel.

	They were ushered in, only running into a few fans. Everyone headed
for their separate rooms on the fourteenth floor. The plan was to shower
and meet in a half-hour, all except for Lance. He was going to sleep. The
poor guy was coming down with a cold. Once inside his hotel room,
J.C. stripped and jumped into the shower, his mind trailing back to the
ride home. 'Justin was acting strange,' he thought. 'He was really quiet. I
hope nothing's wrong.' The thought of Justin made shivers run down his
spine. He thought of the sweat dripping off of his body, running over his
face and... 'Stop it.' He told himself. 'You only have thirty minutes and
if you get excited, it would take you a long time to fix it. Save it for
tonight.' He could get off to Justin anytime. 'Too bad Justin is straight.'
He thought as he quickly washed his hair and turned the water off.. He
climbed out of the shower and threw on some clothes. Tonight was New Year's
eve and he was determined to have a wonderful time, even if it killed
him. Back in his room, Justin stood at the mirror putting gel into his
brown curly hair. He was ready, all except for this one piece of hair that
wouldn't cooperate with him. 'J.C. has perfect hair.' He thought, his mind
wandering again. 'And a perfect body'

	A knock on the door made him jump. He looked at his gold Rolex. It
had been a half-hour since he left the others in the hall. "Time to go
out." He mumbled to himself as he looked back in the mirror for one last
attempt to get that hair to lay down. He walked over to the door and pulled
it open with a sideways grin on his face.

"Hola." he said to Chris who leaned against the doorframe, dancing in
place.

"It's about damn time boy. It's gonna be 2001 by the time we get out of
here.. Let's go bust a move," he said doing a dance step from the 80's.

"How about not." Justin replied, shaking his head, his grin evening
out. Together they walked down the hall to the elevator where J.C. and Joey
were waiting. They rode down to the first floor talking about how they
thought the show was one of their better performances. Justin leaned back
against the elevator wall, closing his eyes slightly so he could watch
J.C. without being noticed..

"Hey Curly, what's your deal?" Joey asked, punching him lightly on the arm.

"Nothing, man. I'm cool. I just wanna save my energy for later. "

"Ok, whatever. Hey J.C. do you think I'm sexy?" Chris asked, modeling for
the group.

"Uh, sure man. You look great. " J.C. replied shifting his attention to the
opening door.

"Would you fuck me?" he asked again, striking a pose from a Madonna video.

"Ah, no." J.C. answered. 'However if you were Justin... bad thought' he
told himself as he shifted ever so slightly to avoid anyone noticing how
uncomfortable he'd become.

	They walked across the lobby to the front doors where they were
greeted by a mob of fans. They scrambled into the limo, tripping over each
other, J.C. and Justin's limbs tangled together as they made a dash for the
door at the same time. They landed on a pile on the floor, Justin laying on
top of J.C. The closeness of their body was too much for him to handle and
to his horror he felt an erection growing through his jeans. He moved off
of his longtime friend quickly, a flush of embarrassment on his face. No
one seemed to notice. J.C. was disappointed. He knew Justin was straight
and he wasn't interested in guys, but he moved as if a snake had bit
him. 'Not only is the guy I like straight, he's homophobic. Does he know I
like him?' he wondered, paranoid that Justin wouldn't want anything to do
with him. 'He has been acting weird lately.'

	The other three engaged in normal group conversation as J.C. sat in
silence, lost in thought. They arrived at the party and they split up, each
going a different direction. Justin found his way to the dance floor, like
he always did. J.C. hung back by the bar, normally he didn't drink, but it
was New Year's eve so he ordered a Martini. Joey went to find an old friend
and Chris headed for the girls. He thought he was hot shit, and his goal
for the evening was to get laid. After a while of Chatting with the
bartender and a couple of the younger female guests, J.C.'s eyes wandered
around the room. They settled on the brunet on the dance floor who had
fallen on him in the limo. 'He is so damn hot. Why can't he be gay? I'd
give anything to be with him, if only he could see how much I love him. If
I actually told him he'd freak out. His mind would race back to all those
times we'd seen each other naked and all those times I'd hugged him' He
realized that Justin noticed him looking at him and was looking
back. J.C.. smiled and was greeted with one of those award-winning smiles
that made his heart beat a little faster every time he saw it. Justin was
wondering if J.C. thought he was gay. He can't believe how horrible it
would be for his friend to realize he was all excited when it came to
him. He glanced over at the bar where he noticed J.C. staring at him lost
in thought. 'Shit, what am I going to do now?' He thought. 'He's gotta
know...but would that be so bad?' he looked up and smiled, not letting
J.C. know that he figured out his secret. 'I'll just keep dancing and maybe
he'll think it was nothing.'

	The rest of the night went by quickly and soon all four of them
were exhausted from the long night. No one talked on the way back to the
hotel and when they got to the elevator, Justin, Joey and Chris all noticed
for the first time that J.C. was a little tipsy. He was walking crooked and
his breath smelled of alcohol. Justin and Joey helped him into the
elevator, as Chris laughed at his friend..

"Shit, he's gonna have one hell of a headache in the morning." He said as
the other two struggled under his slightly dead weight. J.C. just laughed.

"It's not like him to drink, do you think something's wrong and he's not
telling us?" Justin asked the other two.

"Nah, it's New Year's eve. He just felt like loosening up." Chris replied,
stepping off the elevator and heading to his room.

"Joe, you can go on, I can handle him." Justin said, shifting more of
J.C.'s weight onto him. J.C. turned and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"I love you, man." He giggled.

"You sure?" Joey asked already backing his way down the hall.

"Yep."

"Ok..." and with that he turned on his heel and walked down the hallway,
whistling. Justin moved towards the right, stumbling slightly as he guided
J.C. against the wall. 'It's a good thing his room is close to the
elevator, or I'd have to drag his ass down the hallway.'

"Where's your key, man?" He asked as he backed J.C. up against the wall. At
the back of his mind, he thought about the things he could do to him.

"In my pocket." J.C. replied, making no attempt to reach for
it. Hesitantly, Justin slid his hand down his left front pocket and felt
around. No room key.. Then he slid his hand into his right front
pocket. 'That's not a key either,' he thought to himself, impressed at the
bulge in his friend's pants. His hand slid around to J.C.'s tight ass,
lowering into his pockets. He found the key in the last one he
tried. Holding one hand against J.C.'s chest, he swiped the credit card
like key into the lock and pushed the door open with his foot. Wrapping one
of his arms around Justin's neck, he glided J.C. into the hotel room,
laying him down on the bed. J.C. laid sprawled out, his legs swung over the
edge. Justin bent down to take his shoes off. J.C. had been wanting Justin
in that position for a long time and the thought made him giggle again.

	"You laugh like a school girl, you know that?" Justin asked,
standing up and heading to the door. He was way turned on by the fact that
he had been feeling around his friend's pants and that he had been in a
position he'd only thought about in his wet dreams. His only response was a
giggle.

	The next afternoon, close to one, J.C. opened his eyes and
groaned. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to function
properly. 'Shit, I drank way too much last night. I hope I didn't make a
complete ass of myself. I wouldn't be surprised if they had pictures of me
with a lampshade on my head.' "Never again "he moaned to himself as he
rolled over causing the dull ache in his head to pulse.

	Justin turned on his side, still in bed. His mind raced back to the
night before and lingered on J.C. He remembered poking around in his
pockets feeling for the key and running into something else. They were so
close last night, he could feel J.C.'s breath as he leaned against
him. Justin's hand found it's way into his boxers as he slowly began to
caress his already hard cock. He thought about J.C. lying there, allowing
him free will to do whatever he wanted to his body. He quickened his pace a
little, as his breathing deepened. He thought about touching his dick on
accident, and finding that it was slightly hard. He let his mind wander.'

	J.C. stumbled over to the bathroom, hurrying to take a piss. When
he was finished, he went to the sink and washed his hands and then splashed
his face with water. "Today's gonna be hell." He mumbled to his reflection
in the mirror. A shrill noise blasted from the phone on the other side of
the room breaking the silence. He stumbled over to it, reaching it on the
fourth ring. "Hey sleeping beauty, how's it going?" Chris asked into the
phone.

"Shh," J.C. scolded. "Be quiet."

"Hangover? That sucks ass. So I'm thinking that you don't want to go eat
with us?"

"Bingo. "

"Ok, well, Justin's not coming either. He's strained his muscles from
carrying your ass in last night." 'He carried me in?' J.C. thought, a smile
playing on his lips.

"Seriously?"

"No, he didn't strain a muscle Dumbass, he just doesn't feel like dealing
with the fans. Maybe y'all should hang together today. Anyhow, Lance and
Joey are naggin' at me to get off the phone, so we'll catch ya later, k?"

"Yeah, later" J.C. replied as he placed the phone back on the cradle. 'He
carried me in last night.' He picked up the phone and dialed Justin's room
number. "Hello?" a breathy voice answered, slightly turning J.C. on.

"Hey Jus, it's me. I just wanted to say thanks for last night. I don't
remember much, but Chris said you carried me in."

"Well, Joey helped some, but don't worry about it. It's cool. So, I take it
you're not going with them today? I bet you have a hangover, huh?" Justin,
laughed, pulling his boxers back up.

"Yeah, a little. My head hurts like no other. What are you doing today?"

"Shit, man. I don't know. Avoiding all those teenage girls that's for damn
sure. I'm thinking about renting a movie off of TV."

"Cool."

"Hey, you wanna come watch it with me? We can order room service and it'll
be just like we're at home."

"Alright, what the hell. I look bad today anyway, I don't think my fans
would want to see me. Plus screaming twelve year old girls do not sound
very appealing right now." Justin laughed.

"I'm sure you look fine..." 'That's for damn sure.' He added
silently. "Give me about ten minutes and I'll be there." J.C. said hanging
up the phone. Quickly he jumped in the shower and washed his hair, then he
threw on a pair of boxers, jeans and a T-shirt. When he got to the room
across the hall, he knocked twice, then leaned against the
doorframe. Justin opened the door, grinning broadly.

"Hey... I ordered hamburgers, was that cool?"

"Sure. Do you have any Tylenol?"

"Yeah, somewhere in here. My room's a mess, like always. "

They both sat down on the king size bed, very aware of each other and the
short amount of space in between them. They engaged in casual conversation
until their food arrived, then they decided on watching The Matrix. Halfway
through the movie, J.C. noticed that Justin was paying more attention to
him than the movie. 'Did I say something to him last night?' he thought
shifting uncomfortably. Justin noticed his friend's movements and looked
back at the TV screen. 'If he doesn't think I'm gay after last night, he
does now.' he thought. Just as they were finishing the movie, the phone
rang. Without thinking, Justin dove across the bed reaching over J.C.

"Hello?" Justin answered, avoiding his friend for fear that he would see
the blush creeping into his face.

"Hey y'all, having wild passionate monkey sex yet?" Chris giggled into the
phone.

"Yeah you know us. " Justin said, adding 'I wish' in his mind.

"Do you feel like going to a club tonight with the rest of us? How's
J.C. doing? Tossing his cookies?"

"He's fine, right?" He asked, looking at J.C.

"Yeah, couldn't be better." He replied, hoping Justin wouldn't move up,
afraid he would feel a certain hardness caused by Justin laying on him.

"Do you want to go to a club tonight?" Justin asked, turning over his
shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess, just don't let me drink again."

"Ok. When do you want us to meet you?" He asked Chris.

"Fifteen minutes in the lobby. "

"Ok, gotta go, bye." He said hanging up the phone. "We have fifteen minutes
to get ready. What are you wearing? I'm thinking jeans tonight."

"This I suppose. I probably look like shit though."

"Nah, you look better than I do. I'm gonna change my shirt. I dropped
Ketchup on it while I was eating my fries. " Justin got up and shuffled
through his suitcase. He slipped off his T-shirt and pulled over a black
tanktop over his bare chest. His slight nakedness wasn't helping J.C.'s
current situation. Justin headed to the bathroom were he sprayed his
cologne and fixed his hair. J.C. calmed himself down and joined him at the
sink.

"So, did Chris hook up with a girl last night?" He asked running his hand
through his own hair.

"Nah, he got dissed majorly. He came back to the hotel with us and

laughed at your staggering ass. " Justin teased, wrinkling his
nose. J.C. shrugged it off with a sheepish smile. A few minutes later, they
both were walking down the hall to the elevator. Joey, Lance and Chris were
standing around waiting for the elevator to reach their floor.

	"Ready so soon? I figured it would take a while to get the whipped
cream and chains off." Chris teased.

"Yeah, well, the candle wax clean up was pretty easy." Justin answered. 'I
only wish.' J.C. thought. ' I swear, Chris doesn't need to be

putting those ideas in my head. Does he think I'm gay? Is that why he says
that shit?'

"Hey, J.C., were you the girl this time?" Joey asked innocently.

"You're just Jealous you didn't get your chance with this handsome

stud. " he replied rubbing Justin on the head.

"Hey! Watch the hair." He said batting away J.C.'s hand. The five of

them joked around until they got to the club were they all split
up. Staying

together would just attract more attention. Joey went up to the second
floor

were he could just hang out while Chris and Justin made their way to the
dance floor. J.C. and Lance found a table near the floor and ordered a
couple of drinks.

"I'll have a Coke." J.C. told the waitress. He didn't want a repeat of last
night.

"Me too." Lance said, looking at her ass as she walked away. "That's

nice." He told J.C. who was looking elsewhere. Lance followed his
glance. "Why don't you go dance with him. "

"What?" J.C. said snapping out of his starring session.

"Well, you seemed so intent on watching him...what's your deal?"

"I'm not watching him." He lied. "Look at the girl he's with."

"Yeah, I figured. You always want what ya can't have. That's jail bait

for you buddy, she's like 16."

'Ain't that the truth'. J.C. thought referring to the comment about

wanting what he could never have. 'He's straight.' Justin looked up and
waved, getting one in return from his two friends at the table. J.C. began
to think about Lance's comment. 'He was just messing around. There's no way
he could know. I've been with all of them for four years and no one once
has

called me on it. I play straight well...'

    Justin was getting hot. The dance floor was crowded and he was

dancing like never before. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as the girl
he was with rubbed her body against his. He looked over at J.C. wishing
that

he was the one dancing with him. Both J.C. and Lance were looking at him so
he offered a friendly wave, afraid J.C. was retelling the tale of last
night, including the incident in the car. 'He's probably forgot about
that.'

he thought.

	The rest of the night passed quickly, and the next thing he knew

the club had thinned out and it was three o'clock in the morning. He
returned to the table and slapped a resting J.C. on his back.

"Let's go. I'm tired." He looked around realizing that besides Lance, the

other members had left.

"Where did they go?" He asked Lance as J.C. took a drink of his watered

down coke.

"Joey's off with some girl and Chris is talking to this guy about a

computer game. I don't know where they went."

	The three of them took a cab back to the hotel. It was late and

Justin's eyes were fighting to stay open. Before he knew what was
happening, Justin's head was resting on J.C.'s shoulder. 'I could be like
this forever.' J.C. thought, not wanting to move afraid he would wake him
up.  After he was alone in his room, J.C. curled up with the extra pillow
on his bed, thinking about his friend. "I could never tell him I'm gay." He
whispered. He thought about how Justin had so trustingly laid his head on
his chest. He thought about how much he wanted to be holding him instead of
the pillow.

	Justin rolled over and read the clock. 'What could wake him up at

four thirty in the morning?' he thought, feeling as though something was

wrong.  He swung his legs over the side of the bed and threw on some pants.

Slipping his shoes on he stumbled to the door and pulled it open. Before he
knew what was happening he walked over to J.C.'s room and knocked on the
door. He waited a couple of minutes and knocked again.

"Hey man are you in there?" he asked. No answer.

"J.C.? Come on, open up. " Worry filled his stomach.

Terrible thoughts raced through his head. What if he was hurt? Justin got
in the elevator and headed for the front desk.

	J.C. heard the knock on the door and threw blurry eyes looked at
the

alarm clock. 'Who in the hell would be pounding on my door this early in
the

morning?' he thought. He waited a few more minutes and heard Justin's
voice.

'He's just probably hungry and wants some company.' He thought. 'If I
pretend to be asleep he'll go away. I hate to ignore the guy but if I
answer

the door he'll know something's wrong.' He heard footsteps walk away from
his door and lost himself deep in thought.

    Justin headed back towards J.C. 's room, afraid of what he might

find. Slowly he swiped the key in the scanner, and pushed open the door.

"J.C.?" He asked into the darkness. He fumbled for the light switch,
dreading what he might find.

	The light came on and lying on the bed, J.C. faced away from him
curled in a fetal position.

"J.C.? Are you ok?" he asked, moving towards his friend.

"I'm fine." J.C. replied. 'How dare he?' J.C. thought.

"You don't look fine." Justin reached the other side of the bed where

he bent down and looked his friend in his red rimed eyes.

"I'm fine." J.C. replied praying that the poor light form the bathroom

wouldn't give away the fact that he was crying.

"What's wrong man?"

"Nothing." J.C. could feel the anger and embarrassment creeping over

him. 'What the hell is his problem? Why couldn't he leave me alone? " He

thought.

"Don't lie to me. You know you can talk to me. You freaked me out. When

you didn't answer the door I thought that you were hurt or something."

Justin became aware that J.C. was only wearing boxers. Quickly he averted
his eyes, not wanting to think perverted thoughts when his friend was in
pain.

"I'm fine." J.C. said through clenched teeth, feeling bad for the way

he was talking to Justin. 'I really scared the guy and he was just checking
on me. I'd probably do the same thing if it had been me.' He thought.

"Come on, talk to me."

"There's nothing to say, I'm fine. I just feel like being alone, can't

you drop it?" He was aware of how angry he sounded.

Justin was getting pissed off. It wasn't like J.C. to cry and it wasn't

like him to keep things from him. He never ignored him before and he

couldn't help but think that he found out that he was gay. They sat there
in silence, both of them feeling bad for the way they treated the other and
both of them pissed off.

"Fine, whatever." Justin said walking over to the hallway were he tuned out
the light and slammed the door shut behind him. More than anything
J.C. wanted to get up and chase after him. He wanted to cry and be held by
Justin.. But instead he hugged his pillow tighter. Justin was pissed. Never
in his life had he wanted to make someone feel better than J.C. He always
tried to help him when he was down and now he wouldn't even talk to
him. 'What have I ever done to him?' Justin thought, close to tears
himself. He took off his shoes and pants, crawling back into bed he buried
his face into his pillow and fell asleep.

	Later that afternoon, J.C. rolled over and looked at the alarm
clock. 'No way I slept until three.' He thought. The whole scene earlier
came rushing back to him, causing him to groan. 'You're an asshole. He told
himself. 'Justin is your friend and you made him worry and pissed him off
for no reason. Why the hell can't you just tell him, he'll find out sooner
or later.. There's no way you can hide it much longer. One of these day's
you'll be jacking off and moaning his name and he'll catch you.' With that
thought he reached down to his boxers and massaged his already hard
cock. He slid his hands farther down and grabbed his balls, running his
fingers over them lightly. He let out a gasp as the sensation made him
shiver all over. 'Stop it!' he told himself. 'You're going to have to look
at Justin today and face the fact that you pissed him off and the fact that
he's seen you cry like a baby.' He removed his hand from his boxers and
stumbled over to the bathroom to start the shower. He got undressed and
stepped in, the hot water splashing against his chest. He leaned back
against the wall, thinking about what he had to say to Justin to make it
right. He hoped maybe he could drop it and let it go, but Justin took
things personally. 'He's like a little kid like that.' He thought. 'A cute
one.'

	Justin lay in bed, thinking about what happened the night
before. 'Did I cross a line?' he asked himself, repositioning on the bed so
he lay on his stomach. 'God, l just wanted to be there for him.' He
thought, grasping the pillow under his chin. He wondered what it would be
like to have J.C. in bed with him. He thought about resting his head on his
chest and talking about meaningless shit. "If only." He whispered. He sat
up and surveyed the room, noticing the clothes lying on the backs of chairs
and strewn all over the floor. "Ok so I'm a little messy" he mumbled to
himself, walking over to the mirror. "Why do I love him so much?" he asked,
starring intently into his own eyes looking for answers he didn't have.

	The rest of the guys were out for the day, catching the tourist
spots on the island before they had to go back to Orlando. Lance had tried
to call J.C. that morning, but no one answered the phone. J.C. sat on his
bed, flipping through the channels looking for a show to watch. "Shit." he
stated, getting off the bed and going to the door. He moved down the hall
and knocked on Justin's door.

" Hold on." a muffled voice said through the door.

"Hey." Justin said when he pulled the door open. He turned around and
walked into the room hoping J.C. would take the hint to follow. J.C. was
hurt. 'I guess I deserve this.' He thought hesitantly stepping through the
open door.

"I wanted to talk to you about last night. I didn't mean to be an ass. I
just had a lot of things on my mind. If I scared you I'm sorry."

"Forget about it." Justin said, picking up the remote and surfing through
the channels, wishing he could say something to J.C. to make him feel
better.

"There's nothing on TV, man. Why don't we go get something to eat. We can
go get seafood or something." J.C. offered, hoping things could be cool
between them again. Justin was relieved to hear him offer but a part of him
wanted to be stubborn and not go. He turned the TV off and looked at his
long time friend..

"I don't care."

"So you're pissed off at me?"

"No, I just don't care."

"I come over here to apologize and you won't even look at me. What's up
with that?"

"You used to tell me everything." Justin said looking into J.C. 's
eyes. "What was so horrible you couldn't talk about it with me?"

J.C. avoided his gaze. "There's things you don't need to know that's
all. Why is it such a big deal if I keep one thing to myself? I'm sure
there's some things you don't tell me and I respect that."

"Yeah, but none of them make me cry. I'm worried about you. "

"That was a cheap shot. I'm fine. "

"Bullshit." Justin turned the TV on and continued his surfing.

"Look, man. I'm sorry. I just can't tell you that."

"Whatever. I don't care anymore."

"So you're not going to talk to me?"

"No, you're the one who's not talking to me about shit." "I can't, not
about this. Can't you drop it?"

"What the hell is the big deal?" Justin said, flipping off the TV
again. "It's just... something you wouldn't want to know about me, ok?"

"What?"

J.C. turned away to avoid his eyes.

"What?" Justin asked, slightly alarmed. "Shit man you're scaring me."

"Don't worry about it."

"What the hell, you tell me you can't talk to me and it's something that
bothers you enough to make you cry and then when I ask what it is you won't
tell me. Man, nothing you can say will change how I see you. You're my
friend." J.C. felt tears welling up in his eyes and he fought even harder
to avoid Justin's stare.

"Trust me, this would."

"What? Did you kill someone? Shit. You're not a bad person and no matter
what you did I'd still be here." J.C. looked up at his friend.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked angrily..

"Yes, shit man, I told you I did."

He looked up deep into Justin's eyes. "I'm gay."