Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2002 15:36:51 -0400
From: Sprout _ <bigdaddycool_0813@hotmail.com>
Subject: this-gift-15

So, Justin and Britney no longer an item? We all should know by now that
means it's my chance to move in. He's mine! Y'all better keep your hands
and minds off of him. I don't like to share. I ain't joking about that. THE
BOY IS MINE!

MH, thanks for all your help with the editions, God knows I need them. I
thank you from the bottom of my heart, you *should* know that I appreciate
all you do.

To the ladies in my life: Jordan, damn sis, I miss ya! Where've you been?
Marie, Hey girl, sup? You takin' care of yourself? Karen, we don't talk
much no more. You doing alright? I'm missin' y'all.

DLS, bout time you started writing again. Not too impressed that things
aren't going the way *I* want them to, but I guess it is your story, after
all. You know I love ya, and I'm glad we're talking on a more frequent
basis. Matt, on the other hand. You gotta get your ass online more often
cause I ain't talkin' with you enough. I just hope you're takin' care of
yourself. And yeah, I love ya, too.

Of course we all know this is from my head, which is an interesting place
to be might I add.  It's not real, I don't know which way any of these guys
swing, but if I did, I assure you it's completely coincidental.

Enjoy and write me: bigdaddycool_0813@hotmail.com

Much love y'all, Drew

*******************THIS GIFT -- Last Time*******************

"Drew... he doesn't want me..."

Jeff grabbed me up in a hug, "He doesn't mean it... he doesn't mean
it. Here, come." Jeff pulled me into his room. "Come on, let's get through
tonight, things'll look better in the morning."

The last thought going through my head as I fell asleep was the
heartbreaking thought that Drew, the love of my life, didn't want me
anymore.

*****************THIS GIFT -- Chapter 15********************

Before I opened my eyes I knew something was off. The chest my head was
resting on was somewhat larger than I remembered. This person's breathing
was a little quicker. Their smell was kinda spicier. I just knew it wasn't
Drew, and things weren't adding up in my head. I slowly opened my eyes,
focusing on the naked chest I had been laying on.  'No, that doesn't belong
to Nick or Drew...' Peeling my eyes off the very masculine chest, I noticed
that it was Jeff I had been sleeping on, and damn but did my mind start
racing. 'I didn't... did I?'

Glancing downward, I notice the totem poll raising the blanket
below... That was as far as I was gonna look. I slipped out of the bed,
afraid of waking him. That's the last thing I needed right now. Dressed in
my boxers and a t-shirt, I walked downstairs in search of some orange juice
to jumpstart my day. I really wasn't looking forward to it.

Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed myself a glass of OJ and dropped into a
chair, pulling yesterday's newspaper in front of me. I just glanced over
it, nothing really different. Accident here, harassment there, shoot out
down on Main Street - nothing out of the ordinary.

Just as I was turning a page, the telephone began to ring. Snatching it up
off the table, and jabbing the talk button. "Yello!"

"Yo man, is D home?"

It was Justin Timberlake. A smile instantly came to my face. "J! Sup man?"

"Not much, ah've jus' been chillin'. How you been?"

"Wish I could say good, but I've had better days."

"You a-ight?" Concern clearly expressed through the phone.

I sighed. "I'll be fine, just not having a good couple of days."

"Yo man, you wanna meet up an' talk 'bout it?" He asked. "I'm in L.A., we
could go fo' coffee or sumpin'."

"How'd you know I was in L.A.?" I questioned.

"Um, lucky guess?" He tried, bringing a smile to my lips.

"Sure man, just lemma go shower and shit, and I'll call your cell."

"Sure, lata." There was a click as he ended our call. Damn I had to get
ready, and fast. I didn't want to keep him waiting for long, what with his
busy schedule and all. I ran up the stairs and headed directly for the
shower. I quickly soaped up and rinsed my body, shampooing my hair as well.

Stepping out of the shower, I towelled off, brushed my teeth and vetoed the
idea of shaving. I looked kinda sexy with the scruff beginning to grow.

With a towel wrapped around my waist, I went to Drew's room to quickly grab
some clothes to wear. Rummaging around, I finally found the blue button
down shirt and some khakis that truly complimented my physique.

Sprinting back to the bathroom, I jumped in my clothes, gelled my hair -
mentally noting that I needed a haircut - and headed back downstairs,
popping back in my room to grab my cell.

Once I had reached the living room, I grabbed up the cordless and dialled
Justin's cell. After a couple of rings, he picked up. "Yeah?"

"J man, it's me. I'm ready."

"D? A-ight man, where you wanna meet?" It might've just been me, but it
sounded like he was actually excited for this rendezvous.

"Wherever man."

"How 'bout da Starbucks on Santa Monica? You feelin' dat?"

"I'll be there in twenty."

"Great. See ya there." Now I know his voice oozed some enthusiasm -- I
wasn't imagining it.

After hanging up with Justin, I phoned a cab company asking for a cab to
come as soon as possible. With that done, I slipped on some casual boots
and sat on the front step to wait.

Five minutes later, a cab pulled into the driveway, and the driver stepped
out. "You call a cab, sir?"

"Yup yup, that's me." I quickly jogged up to the other side of the cab,
jumping into the passenger seat. "Can you take me to the Starbucks on Santa
Monica... if you get me there in like fifteen minutes, I'll tip you really
good too."

"No problem sir, you'll be there in ten." He replied, obviously very glad
that he had got me as a customer. I had no idea where the hell Santa Monica
Boulevard was, I mean I'm not exactly a Los Angelesian or anything like
that. I'm Canadian, born and bred. These damn American cities; I knew jack
shit about them.

Time passed slowly, every minute drawing itself out to near hours. When I
finally saw the Starbucks pop into view, I could've sworn it was four hours
later.

"That'll be ten seventy-five sir." The driver replied as he pulled to the
curb. Pulling two twenties out of my wallet, I handed them over, telling
him to keep the change. "Thanks."

Exhaling a breath I hadn't known I was holding, I turned towards Starbucks.
Walking up to the door, I wiped my hands on my pants, noticing they were
slightly clammy.  'Why the fuck are you so nervous? It's only Justin.'

Opening the door, I walked in and allowed my eyes to roam the room,
searching for my incognito friend. I hadn't even eyed half the room before
I was swept up in a hug from behind. "You looking for a super-sexy pop
star?" Justin had whispered in my ear.

"Why, how'd you guess?"

"You jus' looked da type." He let go of me, turning me to face him.

"You make me sound like a whore." I contorted my face into a semi-pout.

"You offerin'?" Justin cocked his eyebrow.

"Fuck you," I teased, slapping him on the shoulder. "Let's get me some
caffeine before I fall back asleep."

"I thought you didn't drink coffee?" Justin asked, confused.

"You're right, I don't. But they've got these things here, caramel
macchiatos. Damn they're fuckin' good!"

We walked up to the counter as Justin ordered two caramel macchiatos. As
the guy behind the counter rang them up, I pulled out my wallet and paid,
despite Justin's protests.

Grabbing a seat far from the windows, Justin carefully asked, "So, you
wanna talk 'bout what's wrong?"

With a sigh, I placed my drink on the table. "Well, you knew I was with
Drew right?" Justin nodded. "And then Drew and I broke up because he saw me
kissing Nick. Drew wanted nothing to do with me, and Nick was always there,
so caring, so loving that we started to do our own thing... well, Nick's
back with Jessica now, and I got back with Drew, just like two days
ago... and things were going good. I even let him have my most sacred thing
- I gave him my virginity." Justin let out a quiet whistle, his intense
blue eyes still focused on mine.  "And now, after watching one of Justin's
- Jeffre, not you - self-help tapes on homosexuality, he's decided we can't
do this... it's just wrong.

"So, now I don't know where that leaves me. I'm just feeling so up in the
air... I just don't know what to do."

"Sounds like you just need to get out and forget about some things for a
bit. What've you been wanting to do lately?" Justin had placed one of his
hands over mine on the table, eyeing me with genuine sympathy.

"I really need to get my hair cut..." I began.

"Done! As soon as we finish these," he motioned to the drinks on the table,
"it's off to cut your hair. You *are* looking kinda wolfish."

"Yeah," I admitted.

"D, you ever think of highlights?" Justin squinted his eyes and tilted his
head as if sizing me up. "I think you'd look good with blond ones."

"You think so?" I was sceptical, I never really change much with my hair.

"Yeah, and get a new hairstyle. This could work... I like it. You just
gotta trust me."

Contemplating the idea in my head, I agreed that a change would do me some
good. "Alright man, I'm trusting you. Don't make me regret it."

"Sweet."

We finished our macchiatos and headed out the door, hailing a cab to take
us to this hairdresser that Justin recommended. "He's really good, I trust
him with my hair, so you know he's *got* to be good." He had a point,
anyone who was allowed to touch Justin Timberlake's hair had to be good
with what they did.

Getting the cab was simple, there was a steady supply around here that I
was grateful for.  Justin, though wearing a cap and sunglasses, was easy to
recognise and I wouldn't want to be caught in a mob.

We got to the stylist's place in twenty minutes, catching up on each
other's lives the entire time. Even though I had no appointment, DaSergio,
Justin's stylist, was willing to cancel his next three appointments so that
he could return a favour to Justin.

Justin had explained to DaSergio what he thought would look good, and
continued to look me over discussing things with a series of nods and
shakes of his head.  Finally, DaSergio clapped his hands
together. "Alright, let's get this underway."

"D, I'm gonna be here in the waiting room... I can't go in with you...
sorry, his rules." Justin explained pointing to DaSergio.

"Uh... no problem, I guess. I hope I'm not too long."

"Don't worry about it. I've got all day." He sat himself down in a chair
and picked up a magazine to read.

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About two hours later, a hair treatment, some tints, a trim, eyebrow
waxing, and a pair of brown contacts I was finished. I wasn't exactly sure
of myself, but I had to admit I did think I looked hot. "DaSergio, never
let anyone tell you that you can't work miracles."

"Thank you. You feel good, no?"

"I feel great! So, how much do I owe you?" I reached for my wallet.

"No charge, Mister Timberlake has already taken care of the bill." He
explained, ushering me towards the door to the waiting room.

As he opened the door, I walked out looking at the floor unsure of whether
or not I wanted to see Justin's reaction. Thankfully, Justin had been
dozing so I really didn't need to worry about any first impressions off
hand. Behind me, DaSergio cleared his throat slightly causing Justin to
rouse from his slumber. His eyes travelled, starting from my feet, up my
body until he finally focused on my face. His mouth dropped open as his
eyes opened in disbelief.

Jumping from the chair, he closed the distance between us wrapping me in a
tight embrace.  "Do you have *any* idea how fucking hot you look?!"

"Um, not really..." I was blushing way beyond crimson.

"Fucking *hot*!" He exclaimed, pushing me back far enough to look me over
again. "Damn!  Just... *dayum*!"

Justin's praises were doing well for my ego and wounded soul. He continued
to look me over from top to bottom, drinking in the new me. "You know what
you need now?" He paused giving me a chance to offer my advice. When none
came, he continued, "An eyebrow ring!  Joey has one and it looks phat. I'm
telling you, we gotta get you one!" His excitement overwhelmed me. Drew
never got this excited over me, hell, neither did Nick.

"An eyebrow ring? Are you insane? Do you have any idea how much that's
gotta hurt?"

"Open you mouth." I complied opening my mouth as Justin looked inside.
"Probably about as much as that one there on your tongue." He added with a
smile. *The* smile - the one that melts my heart and makes my knees weak. I
knew there was no way that I could refuse.

I sighed for show, "Alright, let's go get it done."

Justin whooped victoriously, putting his arm around my shoulders to lead me
out. Thanking DaSergio one last time, Justin ushered me out the door. "I
know this place, it's where I get my tattoos... they're clean there. It'll
be good for you."

"I'm sure it will be," I mocked enthusiasm.

"Oh, come on. You know it'll be fun." I had to admit Justin was right, this
was kinda fun. I've never really truly spent enough time focusing on me
lately. It was somewhat refreshing.

Hailing down yet another cab, we slid in the backseat while Justin told the
cabby where to go.  The entire time in the backseat of the cab, Justin
couldn't take his eyes off me. His eyes shone with something I couldn't
quite place, and damn if he kept smiling at me like that...

Finally reaching our destination, Justin paid the cabby. Grabbing my hand,
he led me into the tattoo parlour even more anxious now that we were
here. "This is gonna be sweet. Just wait and see." After filling out the
required forms, Justin threw down a fifty on the table. "Jason, man, this
boy here would like to get his brow pierced."

Jason leaned forward examining my eyebrow. "Ring or barbell?"

Even though he was asking me, Justin answered, "Ring. With a colourful
bead.  Let's say..."  he glanced at the different colours
possible. "Blue. Yeah, blue."

"Blue-beaded ring it is. I'm just going to prep the room, I'll be back."
Jason picked up the fifty and placed it in the cash register before walking
down a hallway leading further into the building.

"Blue?" I asked, sceptical.

"Yeah, it's a sweet colour, it'll bring attention to your eyes when you
don't have your contacts in, and 'sides... it's my colour, man -- you
know that."

Of course I knew that; Justin constantly wore blue, whether it was visible
or not. I remember the time I had walked in on him taking a piss in the
bathroom, his pants around his ankles and blue boxers around his knees. Did
I mention he's got a cute, tight ass?  Cause he does.

Jason returned to show us to our room. "Linda will be with you shortly,"
and with that he left Justin and me alone.

"Are you nervous?"

"What do you think, J? I'm about to get something shoved through my
eyebrow.  Of course I'm nervous."

"Don't be, I'm here for you."

"Yeah, and that helps me *so* much." I joked, though once he grabbed my
left hand in his, I had to admit that he did ease my nervousness somewhat.

Linda walked in, not the typical piercer. This woman didn't have any
piercings or tattoos visible, kinda shocking. "Let's get this done with as
quick as possible. I have other people to get done today." She talked
through the procedure as she marked where the ring should be.  Justin
squeezed my hand reassuringly, letting me know he was still there with
me. My heart had to be beating a million beats per second.

As she clamped my brow, my nervousness increased three-fold. After taking
the suggested deep breath, she shoved it through quickly. It was over in a
matter of seconds but damn did it hurt a bit afterwards. "There you
go. Here's a list of do's and don'ts, and instructions on how to clean it."
She handed me a purple paper with the info written on it.

Feeling a little weak, I slowly crawled off the table that she had me sit
on. "You alright, D?"  Again, there was Justin with the concern. Damn, this
boy was truly earning some brownie points.

"Yeah, just a little... umm, woozy?" I offered.

"C'mon, we'll go get you some water -- you'll feel better after that. Or
do you want some juice instead? That could be better." It was obvious he
hadn't a clue what he was talking about, but the fact that he was trying
was so adorable. Grabbing my arm, he began to lead me out of the room, and
out to the sidewalk. Walking down a couple of stores, we slid into a corner
store, so that I could get something in me to shake the feeling of nausea
that had come with my new piercing.

After buying a bottle of orange juice, and drinking about half in one sip,
I turned to Justin, "So, how's it look?"

Justin leaned in close, really analyzing the new addition to my brow -
which still hurt like a bitch I might add. "Well... you're oozing. Aside
from that, I told you it'd look good. I can't believe you actually went
along with it. But it looks *real* good. I like it."

"I'm oozing? What the fuck does that mean?!" I snapped.

"Relax, it's just leaking some stuff... it's normal. It looks good. I like
it." He repeated.

"I'm glad *you* like it, but do you think I'll like it. What do you think
'bout the others, will they like it?" I was now beginning to have doubts.

"D, all that matters is that you like it. Who cares what the others think.
And if you're worried about Drew, well... why should you be? Does he even
know where you are right now? Has he even tried to call you? I mean,
seriously, does he even care?" Justin was right. It didn't matter what
anyone else thought, and although I had been worried about what Drew might
think, those fears were thrown to the curb as quickly as they had been
thought.

"You're right. No worries. So now whatcha wanna do?" I really didn't feel
like going back to the house right now and having to deal with Drew, or
Nick. Man, things just kept getting worse.

"Well, you could come back to the hotel with me and chill with the guys if
you want. Other than that, it's up to you."

Seeing as how I didn't have anything else to do, I wasn't gonna complain. I
can't say I'm exactly a genius when it comes to creativity, and I usually
just go with the flow. One of these days I'd develop a voice of my own, but
for the moment I'm basically what you'd call a follower.

"I'm up for that. Haven't seen the guys in a while anyways." I conceded.
With that decided, Justin called up the guys to let them know we'd be
making an appearance, and not to go anywhere cause it was 'hanging with D
day' and there was no way to get out of it. Justin explained how all the
guys were really excited and couldn't wait for us to finally get there
already.

Hailing down a taxi for hopefully the last time that day, we were en route
to the guy's hotel, where the guys were staying while they were in LA. Just
as I had thought -- Justin had the taxi driver drive around to the back
so that we could enter through the service entrance and avoid the commotion
that was outside the lobby.

Reaching the top-most floor, the elevator doors opened to a penthouse suite
where Chris was in front of the huge television playing one of his video
games as Joey and JC cheered him on.  "Well, well, well. Nothing changes
here, I see," I announced as Justin and I climbed down the three stairs
leading to the common room.

"D!" Joey jumped off the sofa to grasp me in a hug. "How've you been? You
look good, new style and all."

"Thanks, I was just transformed today. Justin does have taste after all,
no?" I joked.

"Hey!" I heard Justin scream from another room after my semi-compliment
finally sunk in.

"Justin has taste, there was never any doubt there. It's JC you gotta worry
about." Lance made his entrance, busy towelling his hair dry.

"Hey!" JC feigned hurt.

"Babe, have you *seen* some of the clothes you wear?" Lance queried.

"Well, the clothes throw them off from thinking I'm gay. No normal gay guy
would have such horrible taste." JC defended himself.

"You have to give him that." I agreed. I slipped down into a vacant spot
beside Chris on the sofa, grabbing up a controller. "So, what are we
playing?"

"I have no idea, it's one of Justin's games... you know him and his video
games."

I actually didn't know what Chris meant. I mean, I knew Justin liked video
games, but that was the extent of my knowledge. "No, whatcha mean?"

"You don't?" Joey asked in bewilderment. After shaking my head, he
explained, "Justin and video games. They're practically married. Once you
get him in the zone, it's next to impossible to get him out. Why do you
think he's not allowed to play before concerts? He almost missed his cue
one night because he just had to finish this level or beat that boss or
something."

I found it funny, actually, how someone could be so addicted to basically
nothing. I mean, drugs, I could understand; food, I could understand; but a
video game? It just wasn't something I would've thought possible.

"J, are you serious?" I asked as he walked back in the room.

"Serious 'bout what?"

"Are you really that addicted to video games?"

He flushed a slightly reddish colour. "Sorta."

"Why do you think he has so many problems in the women's department. He
chooses the games over them." Joey joked.

"Seriously?" I was somewhat shocked.

He slid in beside me on the couch. "I'd give them up for you."

It was so quiet I barely heard it. "Pardon?"

"Don't worry about it. So, who's kicking whose ass?" He leaned forward,
elbows on his knees, slightly pressing himself against me. His scent wafted
up my nostrils, easily distracting me from my game and allowing Chris to
kick me ass.

"Well Chris is kicking mine now. I suck at these things." I shrugged,
handing over the control.

"Lemme show you how a pro does it." With the controller in his hand it
didn't take long before he fell into the zone, moving around with his
character, tongue stuck out in concentration. And it wasn't much longer
before Chris gave up, surrendering to 'the master' and throwing his
controller to the floor.

"Alright, so here's the plan. We're all gonna head out to grab a bite to
eat. So, where we're going." Lance came into the room, this time fully
ready to be seen in public, with his hair all gelled.

"I'm actually in the mood for some Chinese." I suggested.

"Yeah, so'm I." Justin chimed in. I found it weird how he was
coincidentally hungry for the same thing I was, but decided to push those
thoughts away.

"You know you have no argument with me." JC supplied, giving Lance puppy
eyes, knowing very well he'd give in to the Chasez charm.

Lance sighed. "Alright, majority wins, looks like Chinese it is. Anyone
know of a good restaurant?"

JC was practically beaming. "Uncle Chan's! It's the best one I've been to
yet. Oooh! Lemme give them a call and tell them I'm coming, they'll give us
my special table." I laughed to myself thinking it odd that JC actually
went there enough to have a table to call his own.

Some of the guys went to get changed while I waited in the living room part
of the suite. It was only a matter of minutes before all of them were ready
and raring to go.  JC called for the limo, and we were soon on our way down
the elevators to catch our ride.

Sliding into the limo, I grabbed a window seat so that I could look at the
passing scenery, as much as there was in LA. Justin took residence beside
me as Chris, Joey and Lance sat across from us. JC, being the last one in,
sat beside Justin, directly across from Lance. The ride wasn't long --
Uncle Chan's was only about ten minutes away from the hotel -- and it had
me wondering if JC had specifically asked for a hotel within walking
distance of this restaurant.

Arriving at our destination, JC led us into the restaurant, seeing as he
was the veteran of the group. The greeter at the restaurant led us to a
secluded yet comfortable booth in the rear of the dining room. I noticed as
we sat down that Justin made it a point to squeeze in beside me before
Chris was able to grab a seat.

The greeter left us with the menus, allowing us to peruse over their
selections. "So, JC, what do you recommend?" I asked, not having the
slightest clue what would be delicious.

"Well, I like the imperial chicken, but their General Tao's Chicken is a
close second. Tonight I'm feeling like getting some egg rolls, and some
chicken fried rice. Maybe some chicken balls... I'm not really sure yet."
Geez, you ask a simple question and get a life story.

As I was debating on whether I should get the imperial chicken or General
Tao's, Justin leaned over, "You wanna share? I'll get one, you get the
other, and we can share them. I don't really know what's good here, and I
don't wanna get something that I ain't gonna like. This way I'm sure to
like at least one of them."

It seemed like a good idea, so when our waitress came, I waited for the
other guys to order before I ordered for both myself and Justin. I noticed
a couple of weird smirks pointed in my direction when I ordered, but
thought nothing of it. I was just here to enjoy my meal and the time I was
spending with some friends of mine.

As we waited for our food, we conversed idly. There wasn't really anything
new in the guys' lives, except for a couple of new songs JC was going to be
producing. Joey and Chris groaned at the mention of the songs, as Lance
explained that JC could be a little anal when it came to *his* music -- I
knew he was a perfectionist, I just didn't realize to what degree.

Eventually our food arrived, and instead of dividing half of what I ordered
with half of what I ordered for Justin - like I thought we were going to do
- Justin opted to steal from my plate from time to time. It wasn't that I
minded, it just seemed like every time he wanted something from my plate
was when I wanted something from my plate, causing our hands to touch. I
swear he did it for the sole purpose of turning those crystalline eyes on
me, smiling like pure sunshine and apologizing. This boy was wearing me
down.

Halfway through the meal, I felt Justin's hand drop to my thigh. I
stiffened momentarily from the shock, though he didn't seem to notice. I
silently pondered whether or not he knew his hand was on *my* thigh and not
his own because he made no indications of consciously knowing his hand was
there. It didn't seem to hurt either one of us, so I just let it
be. Besides, the warmth from his hand was welcomed.

After our meal, JC assured us that a Chinese meal wasn't a Chinese meal
until we each picked each others fortune. According to JC, the rule was you
had to choose the fortune of the person to your left, which, to avoid
hurting his feelings, we decided was a good idea. With a handful of fortune
cookies on the table, we all stuck our hands in and grabbed one. One at a
time we passed it to the person on our left, and had them read theirs out
loud. As luck would have it, Justin was the one who passed me mine which
read: "'Beware! You're heart shall be lost in the ocean.' What the fuck is
that supposed to mean? Seriously, I can't even swim.  How'll it be lost in
the fucking ocean?"

"It doesn't have to be literal, a lot of these things are metaphorical."
Justin pointed out, earning a shrug from me.

Munching on the remains of our cookies, it was decided that we were going
clubbing.  Naturally, the guys weren't dressed nearly well enough, or so
they said, so we returned to the hotel for them to change. Glancing down at
myself I supposed that I wouldn't look too bad and didn't really warrant a
change. Besides, it wasn't like I was going to go back to Drew's house to
get a change of clothes or something.

Justin was one of the first ones to emerge from his room, wearing blue
jeans, a white wifebeater and a black button down shirt. Damn but he looked
fine, and I had to remember to exhale the breath I was holding before I
turned blue. "You like?" he asked, spinning around to show off.

"Um," I began, my throat suddenly dry, "yeah, I... I like it. It's nice,
yeah." I felt like a total tool, stuttering and shit. Oh sure, like that's
attractive. 'Wait, why do you want to come off as attractive to him?' I
asked myself.

"Good, I was hoping you'd approve. I mean you're looking all fine and that
wouldn't want to take away your shine by looking like shit." He smiled at
me again, this time causing me to blush. "Why you blushin'?"

"I am?" I tried to play dumb. "Um, no reason, really... guess I just can't
take compliments well." It was a believable excuse, seeing as how many
people blushed when they were complimented, but it was the smile that
really did me in.

Once again, JC showed us all that he indeed didn't have any taste, coming
out of his room in some funky, furry-ass pants and a sleeveless black shirt
that clung to him.  I really didn't know how these guys hung out with him
and his sense of style. I was really going to need some alcohol tonight.

As soon as all the guys were ready, we made our way back down to the limo
and sat basically the same way as we had going to the restaurant, except in
silence the whole way to the club.  The arrival of the limo in front of the
club caused a bit of commotion as everyone tried to see who it was that
came. Once it was established that *Nsync was in the house, the need to get
in was greater, and I noticed the door price increase a couple of dollars.

The guys led me back to a VIP room, which overlooked the dance floor, and
had it's own personal bar and bartender. There were a couple of booths, and
tables in case the group wanted to split up or some of the guys got their
mack on. Apparently Justin was reading my mind because before we had sat
down, he was pressing a drink in my hand. Not even knowing what it was
called, or even what it contained, I downed the drink in record time
earning shocked glances from the guys. "Damn! He ain't no easy drunk."
Chris joked.

"No, I assure you I'm easy... it's just not easy to get me drunk." I
clarified.

"In that case let's have a couple more," Joey smiled on his way back to the
bar to order us some extra drinks.

I slid into the booth, not surprised when Justin slid in next to me. There
didn't seem to be an order in which the other guys sat, as long as Justin
was next to me, like an unspoken rule or something. The dance beats from
the club were beginning to hit me, but there was no way in hell I was going
to get up and dance without having a slight buzz -- so I'm slightly self-
conscious when it comes to dancing, not everyone's a natural you know.

I continued to guzzle down the drinks, and eventually that buzz was upon
me.  Nothing could bother me now; a buzzed D is a pleased D, and that's the
way it is. Noticing that everyone else was getting a little antsy in their
seats, I suggested we hit the dance floor for a bit.

Making our way into the crowd was somewhat difficult until the people
realised who it was that wanted some space on the floor. After that it was
smooth sailing as they parted way for us, giving us plenty of space and
breathing room. Within five minutes, however, the wide berth closed in and
swallowed us whole. It didn't matter to me with my buzz on, I hadn't a care
in the world. I danced up on whoever I chose, mentally noting that for a
straight club the guys weren't complaining so much. I continued drinking on
the dance floor as Joey, Chris, or Justin kept handing me drinks. Oh yeah,
this was a night that I truly needed. I hadn't been out in so long, and I
was really beginning to enjoy myself.

As I was grinding up against some redheaded girl, Justin weaseled up behind
me and started doing his thing, bumping and grinding at my rear. I didn't
realise who it was until he leaned forward yelling in my ear the guys
wanted to do shots up in the lounge. Not one to pass up shots, I thanked
the girl and followed Justin up the stairs.

Walking up to the table, I noticed they took their shots seriously. The
table was covered in shot glasses already full of tequila. "So, how do
y'all do this?" I wondered. Everyone has their own way of doing shots.

"Well, this is a shot glass," Chris began pointing to a glass, "And in it
there's alcohol that you must drink."

"I know that, smartass." I punched him playfully in the arm noting that I
had a slight slur to my voice. I was beyond buzzed now. "Like, here... this
is how we're gonna do it, k?"

I left them for a minute while I went to the private bartender and asked
him for some limes, a knife and some salt. I headed back to the table with
my tools, earning odd glances from the guys. Placing a lime on the table, I
began to cut it into slices, the guys continually glaring at me with
awe. "What's the fruit for?" Joey slurred, arms around some blonde girl.

"Patience, you'll see." After I had cut up all the limes, I was ready for
my demonstration.  "Now, I dunno 'bout y'all, but this is how we Canadians
like to do shots.  Justin, can I borrow you?"

Slightly worried, Justin agreed, inching his way toward me. "Here, hold
this in your mouth, and don't eat it." I said holding a slice of lime to
his mouth. "Just slightly with your teeth, ok?  Yeah, like that." The guys
looked on with amusement as I began to explain.  "Now, you have to..." I
opened Justin's button down slightly and licked up the side of his neck,
"lick their neck like so." As I pulled back, Justin's eyes grew wide with
shock momentarily.  "Then you sprinkle the salt on the spot you licked," I
explained sprinkling some salt on Justin's neck.  "Now watch what I do." I
explained grabbing a shot glass in my hand. I slowly and sensually licked
my way up Justin's neck, hearing him whimper and bringing a smile to my
lips. With that done, I quickly downed the tequila and brought my mouth to
Justin's to grab the lime. He let it go pretty easily, which wasn't really
any fun, and I chewed the lime up until all that was left was the rind.

"Now that's how you do it." The guys were all looking at me with a mixture
of shock and bemusement.

"Wow! That's like... damn. Why didn't we know about that before?" Chris was
absolutely amazed by the notion of a body shot. I couldn't believe they
hadn't known about them.

"Now that was from that end, the drinker's end. Now Justin, I want you to
do the same to me, k?" I asked grabbing a lime and sliding it in between my
teeth. I noticed Justin swallow a lump in his throat as he nodded. Slowly
leaning in, he licked my neck quickly, not nearly as well as I had licked
him. He then sprinkled the salt and took a deep breath as if to steady
himself. Finally, he licked his way up my neck, swallowed the amber liquid
and as he tried to grab the lime from my lips, I brought it into my mouth
locking lips with him. He tried desperately to reach the lime with his
tongue, fighting with mine to hand it over. I rose my left hand to the back
of his neck, holding the kiss as he finally won the battle, stealing the
lime. As we parted, I heard him pant slightly before chewing the lime and
throwing the rind on the table.

"Now *that* was intense!" Lance exclaimed, as Justin stood frozen.

"You don't even know the half of it." I replied, a smile curving my lips.

After doing our fair share of shots, the normal way since no one else
seemed to want to try my way, we decided enough was enough and that we
should call it a night. On our way back to the hotel, JC asked me if I was
going to spend the night, to which I shrugged my shoulders.  "C'mon D,"
Justin interjected, "it'll be fine, you can bunk with me, the bed's big
enough for four." I didn't see a problem with it, and I certainly didn't
want to go back to Drew and have him see me all drunk and
shit. Sure. Pulling out my cell phone, I noticed that I had had it off.  I
turned it on, waiting for the service bars to light up so I could make a
call to Jeff and let him know that I would be staying with some friends
tonight. As the service bars lit up, the message tone sounded indicating I
had a voice message. Dialling into the service, I learned that I had, in
fact, four messages. Two ended up being from Drew just wondering where I
was, one was from Justin Jeffre thanking me for watching the video with him
and assuring me he was definitely straight, and the last was from Jeff
wondering where the hell I'd been all day.

Dialling the number, I was glad when Jeff picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey Jeffy." I slurred.

"D, that you? Are you drunk?"

"Maybe sssslightly, yeah." I laughed. "I jusss wan'ed to call you and let
you know I'm stayin' with ssssome friends tonight. K?"

"Alright, I guess. Um, thanks for calling though, I was worried all day and
waited up for your call." Jeff explained. "Alright, good night.  Will you
be home tomorrow?"

"Should be. G'night Jeffy." I ended the call and wondered what time it had
to be if Jeff had waited up for my call. Glancing at my watch, I noticed it
was well after two in the morning.  Damn time flew by when you were having
fun.

"'Vry thing good?" Justin slurred.

I nodded, "Yeah, it's all good."

The rest of the ride was silent, it was after all after two in the morning
and we were coming down off our alcohol-induced highs. Upon reaching the
hotel, we jumped into the elevator, taking us up to the guys' floor. Justin
rushed to the bathroom saying something about having to piss like a
racehorse while everyone else wished me a goodnight and slid into their
rooms.  I wasn't about to just invite myself into Justin's room, so I sat
down on the couch hoping he'd come back out to ask me if I'd join him.

I waited about three minutes before Justin called from his room, "D, aren't
you gonna come sleep in my room?"

"Yeah, I was just waiting for you to ask." I explained walking to his room.
I walked through the door, turning to close it just as Justin threw me up
against it, pinning me using one of his hands to hold both of my arms above
my head.

"D, you're so fuckin' hot. All day I've been looking at you and trying not
to drool, and then you just had to go and fucking lick my neck and suck my
tongue." I grinned thinking of how hot it was to do that. "Please, tell me
you want me."

I figured the throbbing cock in my pants was enough of an answer, however
Justin just wasn't picking up on it. With his face only inches from mine,
it was easy to lean forward, our lips making contact. Taking this as
consent, Justin began to kiss me, his soft lips sucking mine before he slid
his tongue into my mouth. Parting for air, I looked deeply into Justin's
eyes and remembered my fortune at the restaurant. His eyes were as blue as
the ocean and I knew that my heart would belong to him if he wanted it
to. His free hand started to roam my body before lifting my shirt off over
my head. With my chest exposed, he broke our kiss and trailed his tongue
down my neck and chest to rest upon a nipple. I whimpered aloud as he
nibble and sucked on the little bud.

Making his was back up to my mouth, Justin pressed me against the door
hard, this time rubbing his entire body against mine, thrusting into me and
crushing me against the door. I felt his hard cock pressed against mine and
moaned into his mouth as the painful friction sent a wave of pleasure
through my body. Lost in the kiss, he let go of my arms and reached for my
belt and unbuckled it. My pants fell to the floor, leaving me in my briefs
and him fully clothed.

"Justin," I panted, "Too many clothes... you're in... too many clothes." I
slipped his button- down shirt off his shoulders and felt my way down his
body as I knelt before him. Slowly I undid his belt and opened his jeans,
sliding them down his legs with ease.  His cock stood out before me under
the fabric of his boxers, and I didn't waste any time to pull those down to
his ankles either.

His cock stood perpendicular to his body, straight out, throbbing and red.
The tip glistened with precum. Leaning forward, I opened my mouth and
flicked my tongue over the head, tasting the salty fluid. Justin let out an
animalistic groan as I slowly licked my way down his shaft to his hairless
balls, taking them in my mouth one at a time before licking back up to the
tip. Opening my mouth wide, I slid his cock into my mouth, my lips a tight
ring around his shaft. Placing my hands on his thighs, I found a rhythm,
sliding his dick in and out of my mouth while my tongue flipped back and
forth earning whimpers and moans.

Justin's hands eventually found their way to the back of my head and it was
all I could do to take a deep breath and swallow Justin's cock to the
hilt. A couple more times and Justin began bucking, thrusting his cock into
my mouth as his hands held me in place. Fucking my face, Justin started
panting, his breath hitching and muscles tensing. It was only a matter of
time before he screamed my name and his cock pulsed and jets of his salty
juice shot down my throat.

Spent, Justin slid down to the floor is a satiated state. His chest heaved
as he tried to catch his breath. "Wow," he panted with a wide grin. "You're
incredible... and the tongue ring... sweet *Jesus*! That was the hottest
blowjob I've ever had! Just... fuck... oh..." Justin didn't finish his
sentence as he pounced, his lips finding mine, his body crushing me to the
floor. His hands worked their way down my body so that he could remove my
pants. "Let's take this to the bed." He suggested quite intelligently.

I noticed in my trek to the bed that Justin was fully hard again, ready to
go another round. As I laid myself down on the bed, there was a knock at
the door. Justin cautiously opened it a crack, keeping his naked ass out of
view. "Here, you might need this." It was Lance.

"Thanks, Lance." Justin said closing the door and heading over towards the
bed.

"What's that?" I asked, gesturing towards his hands, holding whatever Lance
had given him.

Justin glanced at the tube in his hand. "Water based lubricant, and a
glow-in-the-dark condom. Guess Lance thought we were doing the nasty."

"Well, we don't want him to have wasted his time, do we?" I asked as Justin
slid onto the bed.  Justin's eyes widened with shock. "Justin, I want you
in me." I explained.

Justin swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded in understanding. After
rolling the condom over his prick, he opened the tube of lube and applied a
generous amount to my ass, rubbing it in. "I've... I've never done this
before." Justin admitted. "What do I do?"

"Just go slow... you'll know when I'm ready." Justin nodded and lined
himself up, slowly inching his cock inside me. He was slightly bigger than
Drew, so it hurt a little more, causing me to wince with pain.

"You ok?" Justin asked, stopping.

"I'm fine.  It hurts a bit, but please, don't stop."

Justin continued to slide into me inch by inch as he laid down on top of
me, kissing away the tears that slid down my cheeks. When he was finally
all the way in, he lay there allowing me to get accustomed to his rather
large member before finding a rhythm, starting off slow and gradually
speeding up.

As he raised himself using his arms for support, his cock slammed against
my prostate, eliciting a groan. "Oh Justin, harder! Yeah, like that!"
Justin began slamming into me, his cock probing my prostate. My hands
roamed his sweat-slicked body, feeling his well-defined chest and abs. The
headboard of the bed banged against the wall as he thrust himself
completely into me, combining with our overly loud moans.

"Fuck me J, fuck, fuck, oh..." My body tensed as my cock spasmed between
us, jets of cum spraying onto both his and my chest. My ass clamped down on
his cock, milking it as he let out a loud guttural moan, slamming in a
couple more times before unloading himself for the second time. Justin
collapsed down beside me, not even bothering to remove himself from my ass
as we both regained ourselves.

After we had both caught our breath, Justin eased himself out slowly,
taking off the condom and tying it up, tossing it in the garbage. "D...
you're amazing. God, you're incredible." I couldn't tell if it was the
alcohol or if he really meant it, but at the time it was exactly what I
needed to hear.

"Not nearly as incredible as you are," I replied before drifting off to
sleep.

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I awoke to some stirring below me.  Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself
once again waking with my head on a chest that didn't belong to Drew. This
time, however I could place the chest right away, remembering everything
that had happened the night before. I had to admit, it was somewhat
overwhelming to know I had a night of hot sex with *the* Justin Timberlake,
but that thought was quickly discarded as a feeling crept into my body, a
feeling I couldn't exactly place but somehow had me thinking of my fortune
that Justin coincidentally had passed me last night. Maybe there was
something to JC's superstition of handing the fortune to the person on your
left. I wondered, laying there, whether or not Joey had a "gratifying
experience" last night like his fortune had predicted, and, if he did, he
should really be thanking me this morning.

Raising my head, I gently pulled myself up so that I could look down upon
the angelic features that graced Justin's face in sleep. He was naturally
beautiful; anyone who thought differently truly had no concept of beauty. I
allowed my eyes to drink in his magnificence, wondering if this, us, was
going to amount to anything or whether it was a one-time deal. I mean, all
day yesterday he acted like he was into me, so that made me think that he
was interested. But at the same time he was already involved with Britney
Spears, and even though I knew she was a ho, I couldn't fathom why Justin
would want to be with me when he had her.

I lay on my side for the better part of the hour, just staring down at
Justin engrossed in my thoughts before his eyes fluttered open, lips
curving upward in a smile as he focused on me looking down at him. "Hey,"
his voice was raspy, just as anyone else's would have been had they just
woke up -- I was beginning to think that I had a thing for morning
voices.

"G'morning sleepy head." I replied, smiling down upon him.

"What're you doing up already?" His arms flying out, stretching his body of
his sleep.

"I've been watching you for the past forty-five minutes. Besides that,
nothing. It's your pad, not mine. I ain't about to make myself at home in
your place."

"Aww, am I that pretty that you sat here for forty-five minutes staring at
me?" He meant it as a joke, though I answered him honestly that 'yeah, I
did believe he was that 'pretty' Leaning forward, he brought his lips to
mine, kissing me good morning. "Eeew, you have morning breath."

"I hate to burst your bubble, but it's not exactly like you've got the
freshest breath at the moment, either, Einstein." I said, flicking him
between the eyes with my fingers. "Now get up so we can take a shower."

"Ooh, together?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Naturally, we have to do our part in saving the planet, right? Conserving
water today will be our contribution."

We both slid into the bathroom butt naked. As he adjusted the water, I
ensured that we both had towels waiting for us for when we were all washed
up. Once he declared the water to be the perfect temperature, I followed
him into the shower, relishing the feel of the hot water running over my
slightly sore back. When Justin had thrust me against the door last night,
he seemed to have forgotten that on every door there's a handle.

The shower was pretty much uneventful, just us washing each other, sharing
an intimate moment. I was actually glad that he didn't press for anything
more.  It showed that he wasn't expecting anything from me -- he'd only
take what I was willing to give.  After the shower we both got dressed, me
wearing one of Justin's outfits since mine was smelly from the club.  After
assuring that we both looked presentable for our public that was most
likely waiting in the main room of the suite, we walked our way down the
hall.

Coming around the corner, the guys were all seated around the table eating
the breakfast that JC more than likely had ordered for everyone -- seeing
as how he was always the earliest to rise. "Well, well, well. The dead
live!" Chris commented.

"What?" Justin asked. "We just slept in, that's all."

"I'm sure sleeping is all you did. We all heard it... and damn did it
sound like someone was dying in there. 'Fuck me Justin! Harder!'" Joey
teased.

"Ugngh! Fuck yeah, Drew!" Chris chimed in.

Justin and I both blushed, making our way to the table and filling out our
plates. Noticing a variety of fresh fruit, I grabbed up a cereal bowl and
placed a mixture of berries into a bowl, smothering them with sugar and
drowning them in milk earning yet again looks of curiosity from the
others. "I grew up on this shit, don't knock it!" I defended myself.

As much as they were willing to knock it, they were quick to pull out their
spoons to give it a try, commenting on how it wasn't really all that
bad. "You know, D, you're teaching us all some new things here. What with
the body shots last night, the berries today... what else have you got up
your sleeve?"

"You ever wanna learn French, gimme a call." I suggested.

"I got a sample last night," Justin grinned, "He's really good at it."

"I'm sure he is," Lance replied, voice thick with sarcasm.

"Oh, he *is*!" Justin assured them, to which he didn't get any
disagreement.

"I don't remember teachin' you any French last night." I knew exactly what
he meant, but wanted to see what smart-ass comment he'd come up with.

"Oh, but you did." He explained. "You were teaching me how to roll my
tongue so I could pronounce the 'r' properly. I think I just about mastered
it before you went down on me, melting my brain."

I could only smile at that. What was I to say? This boy was quick on his
feet, the master of comebacks, and I wasn't going to try and battle with
him. I hated to lose, that much was known, and I knew without a doubt that
I'd lose against Justin had I tried to beat him with another comment.

"So, we have some publicity to do today," JC explained as he poured himself
another glass of juice, "You're welcome to tag along if you want."

Thinking about the offer, I decided that I should head back the Degree
house to see what was going to happen to me and whether or not I should be
packing up and heading home. "No thanks really. I think I might have to
head back to Canada soon, so I probably have some packing to do." As I said
that a look of sadness crossed over Justin's face.

"You sure you don't wanna come with us?" he asked. "I'll pay someone to
pack for you, if you know, you wanted to come."

"It's alright, J." I grabbed his hand under the table, giving it a slight
squeeze. "I really don't like other people messing with my stuff. I'll just
do it myself. Maybe we could get together afterwards?" I suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good, I guess. I'll give you a call after we're done."

Once we finished eating breakfast, Justin had called for a car to come pick
me up. Being the gentleman that he is, he walked me, hand-in-hand to the
elevator, finishing it up with a good- bye kiss just before the doors
closed, promising to call me later.

The entire ride back to the Degree house, I couldn't help but reflect on
the day I had yesterday. Justin focused completely on me. Though it might
sound somewhat selfish, I had enjoyed it and believed that I did deserve
it. It had been a while since I felt truly appreciated.

The limo dropped me off in front of the driveway, and as I tried to hand
the driver a tip, he kindly refused explaining that Justin had already
taken care of it. I thanked him again, and made my way up the driveway and
into the house.

It was like a mausoleum walking through the door. Not a sound could be
heard and I was left wondering where the hell everyone was. Climbing the
stairs I glanced in everyone's rooms, noticing that the only person that
appeared to be home was Jeff, still asleep. I guess waiting up for me to
call had taken a lot of out him. I also remarked that Drew hadn't left me
so much as a letter to explain where he was going to be, which I guess I
deserved considering how he didn't know where I was all day yesterday --
though it's not like he cared, right?

I decided that I hadn't had enough sleep last night and that a little nap
wouldn't hurt anyone.  Sliding down on Drew's bed, I feel asleep within
moments, still dressed in Justin's clothes, smelling his scent on me and
feeling him in me, running through my veins.

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I awoke several hours later to the sound of the front door slamming and the
guys' voices carrying up the stairs. Deciding that I couldn't just hide
from Drew forever, I pushed myself off the bed and stumbled my way down the
stairs. Walking into the kitchen, I came across all four Degrees sitting
around the table with some McDonalds bags in the centre.

"D! Good morning!" Jeff exclaimed taking in my just-woke-up appearance.

I smiled, "G'morning."

Nick glanced at me without acknowledging my presence at all, no surprise
really. "Hey D, did ya get my message?" Justin Jeffre was busily pawing
through the bags in search of his food.

"Yeah, I got it. And you're welcome." I grabbed a seat, my eyes meeting
Drew's.

"Um, we didn't know where you were so we didn't exactly get you anything."
Drew explained. "But, you could have mine if you want." He truly looked
sorry for not buying me any food, and I appreciated the gesture but I
wasn't about to eat his food.

"No thank you, it's alright. Go ahead and eat it."

"You sure? It's your favourite, nuggets and cheeseburger." He tried.

I shook my head with a smile, earning a smile from him as well. "Naa, it's
alright."

We sat in relative silence while the guys ate, and I stole sips off of
Drew's ice tea every now and then. "D, where were you last night?"
Surprisingly it was Nick who had asked.

"I was out with a friend, got a little drunk, so I spent the night." I
explained, not believing I owed him any explication.

"Oh, I didn't know you had friends in LA." He said with a shrug.

"Neither did I, until they called me up." I stole some of Drew's fries,
sure that he wouldn't mind. "If you must know, it was Justin Timberlake."

"How is he these days?" Drew asked, genuinely curious.

"He's doing good, I guess. He wasn't complaining or anything."

Jeff suddenly got out of his chair, squinting at me, before coming closer
to examine my face.  "D, is that an eyebrow ring?"

I had completely forgotten that I had had it done. I mean, after last night
it's not like I remembered much of the day. "Oh, yeah. You like?"

Jeff smiled, "Yeah, it's sweet. I like the bead... it kinda matches your
eyes when they're blue."

Drew grabbed me underneath the chin with his hand, pulling my face so that
he could get a look-see. "What possessed you to do that? Not that it's ugly
or anything, just curious."

I shrugged, "Something you'll hear about later."

Understanding crept over his face as his hand dropped from my chin. There
was a slight tension in the room that nobody else but Drew and I seemed to
pick up on. I guess if you didn't know what to look for, you wouldn't see
it.

The rest of the meal was silent, everyone engrossed in eating their fine
meals before they got cold. After they had finished, Drew excused us both
so that we could go and discuss some 'personal matters'.

Dragging me up the stairs, Drew led me to his room and sat us down on the
bed. "D, I'm really sorry for what I said the other night." He began. "It
was really selfish of me to not think of how you were feeling."

"So, you can do this or... what are you trying to say here?" I asked,
confused.

"I'm saying that, I should've found a better way to express myself. No, I
really can't do this right now. I mean, that video sheds some light on
things that I hadn't thought of before, and I just need some time to sort
out who I am."

"Oh, fine time to decide this, right after you robbed me of my virginity."
I spat.

"That's not fair, Andrew. You wanted it just as much as I did."

"I wanted it when I thought that you wanted to be with me! If I would've
known two days later that you would've said you couldn't do this," I
motioned to us, "then I most likely wouldn't have opened my legs."

Drew bowed his head, obviously stung by my statement. "I'm sorry. I really
am."

"I'm sure you are." I replied, not sounding at all forgiving.

"I am!" Drew insisted. "Look. I can't do this right now, but who's to say
that two weeks from now I'll feel the same? I was talking with the guys and
they're gonna chip in to add another room onto the house for you. I don't
want you to leave because I don't know what I would do without you in my
life. I love you, Andrew. I just need some space right now."

"So you just want me to wait around like a dog on a leash? It doesn't work
that way Drew!  I'm not some animal you can just push aside and then expect
me to come when you call."  Drew looked down at his hands, fidgeting. "But,
I do love you. God only knows why, but I do. And I will stay, if that's
what you want. But realise this, if you ever feel like you're ready to
finally do something again, you're gonna have to prove yourself. I'm not
just going to go on blind trust anymore."

"Understandable," Drew said around an exasperated sigh. "I do love you," he
voiced again, this time looking me directly in the eyes.

"I know you do, Drew. I love you, too... you've just... you've hurt me
bad." I explained pulling him into a hug. "It just hurts to know you won't
be with me right now."

"It hurts me, too." He sighed. "So, what's this about the eyebrow ring?"

"I got it done cause I wanted to try something new. That's why I got the
haircut and the piercing. That and because Justin said I'd look hot, which
apparently I do."  I answered.

"You do," Drew agreed, and it bothered me slightly that he could still
agree that I was hot, but couldn't accept the fact that he liked guys.

"And so I did it. I was kinda hoping you'd be mad about it because you hurt
me so much. I just wanted to hurt you back... and I kinda did."

"Andrew, a piercing is not gonna make me mad at you. It's just something
poking into you."

"Like many other things," I whispered low enough for him not to hear.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." I lied. "Look, Justin's supposed to be calling me after they're
done whatever it is they're doing today. I just wanted to let you know."

"It's cool. Nick wanted to spend some quality brother-bonding time together
anyway." Drew explained.

"Alright... so, if I come back, I'll sleep on the couch. I'll just bring a
pillow and blanket down." I suggested.

"Don't be silly. You can sleep with me until the room is built. They're
starting tomorrow. It shouldn't take more than a week."

As much as Drew insisted it wasn't going to be a problem, I knew
differently. No matter how much he protested against me sleeping on the
couch, I knew that was where I was gonna be. I just wouldn't be able to
sleep beside Drew and not hold him. It would be better off with me on the
couch anyway.

"So, I'm kinda hungry now, I think I'm gonna head to the kitchen and find
something small to eat." I explained getting off the bed and walking
towards the door.

"D, I meant it when I said we didn't know if you were here or not. That's
why I didn't buy you any Mickey D's. I wasn't sure you were gonna be here
to eat it."

"Drew, don't worry about it." I explained with a smile. "I understand."

Drew exhaled a breath almost like he thought I was gonna curse him for not
buying me anything to eat. It wasn't like he had to or anything, after all,
we weren't a couple anymore.  My stomach grumbled, reminding me why I was
leaving the room in the first place. In the kitchen, I grabbed some fruit,
nothing fancy, just a couple of apples, some berries, a banana and a
kiwi. Cutting everything up, I mixed them in a bowl, grabbed a spoon and
headed to the living room to watch some TV.

There wasn't anyone in the living room, and I was silently grateful knowing
that I could watch whatever it was that I wanted without having to
compromise with anyone. Snatching the remote off the coffee table, I
grabbed a seat on the couch, pulling my feet up under me.  Balancing the
bowl on the arm of the couch, I turned the TV on, tuning in immediately to
MTV. Jeff walked in and slouched down in the chair diagonal from me with a
sigh.

"Sup Jeff?" I asked, knowing something was on his mind.

"Not much." He sighed again, which from Jeff meant he had something he
wanted to say, but wasn't sure how to go about asking.

"Jeff... just say it. It's not like I'm gonna rip your head off or
anything.  Maybe you penis, but not your head." I joked.

A small smile crept up the corners of his lips. "You can read me that well,
huh?"

"Jeff, I can tell when something's on your mind."

Jeff sighed again. "Well, I guess I was just wondering how things are with
you and Drew. He asked today if we'd mind pitching in on adding a room to
the house. I mean, not like I would mind or anything, but... you're not
gonna share a room anymore?" The confusion on his face was completely
adorable.

"No," I stated simply. "We're not gonna share a room. Drew seems to think
that he can't be with me, even though he still loves me deeply or so he
says."

"Don't doubt him on that," Jeff interrupted.

"So because he still loves me," I carried on as if Jeff hadn't spoken, "I'm
going to stay here.  Truth be told, I really don't want to go back to
Canada. I couldn't picture living my life without y'all in it. So I'm gonna
live with y'all, and well yeah. That's it.  Maybe further down the road
Drew will realise that he wants to be with me, and maybe, if he can prove
he's serious, I'll take him up on that offer. Until then... this is how
it's gotta be."

"Oh." Jeff seemed down. "I just thought... well... I thought that if
anyone was meant to be together, it'd be you and Drew. You know?"

"I thought so, too... but now I'm seeing other things." I replied.

Just then Carson Daily was introducing Nsync on TRL. I couldn't help it, as
soon as Justin walked out I began to smile openly, staring on like a
love-sick child. He looked really good, but then again, he always looked
good.

Jeff caught the gleam in my eye, and looked from me to the TV and back
again. "There's something going on with you and Timberlake, ain't there?"

"What makes you say that?" I asked, not realising my body was sending off a
language of its own.

"The look in your eye, the smile on your face." Jeff prodded.

I looked at Jeff as if he were crazy before finally caving. "Ok, all day
yesterday he focused his attention on me. He wanted me to feel better. He
took me to Starbucks, he took me to get my hair cut, my eyebrow pierced, to
a Chinese restaurant with the guys and then out clubbing. All day yesterday
he made me feel special, something I haven't felt in a long time.  It's
like he devoted himself to me and Drew hasn't done that in a while. I may
be selfish in saying it, but having Justin think of me, and only me that
whole time, well... it felt good."

"I'd feel good if I had Justin's attention on me, too." Jeff laughed. "Just
one question,"

"Shoot."

"Is he any good?"

My face probably turned six different shades of red, "Busted. How'd you
know?"

"You're still walking funny." He pointed out.

"Well he *is* slightly bigger than Drew, and fuck he was amazing." I
smiled, glad I was able to tell someone about it. "It was hot, kinda rough,
but damn fucking sexy!"

Jeff just smiled, getting up and patting me on the shoulder. "I'm glad for
you. You deserve to be happy." Just as quietly as he entered the room, he
left, however, this time without the frown lines creasing his forehead.

I continued to watch Justin and the guys on TRL, thinking that this was
probably the publicity thing they had to do. Carson was in LA doing some
kind of special.  Just before the hour was over, my cell phone began to
ring. Reluctant to pull my eyes from the TV, I searched my pocket for my
phone. Once I had pulled it free, I thumbed the send button activating my
phone. "Hello?"

"Hey there, sexy!" Sweet Jesus! but it was Justin on the phone.

"Hey," I replied, blushing somewhat. "I was just watching you on TRL."

"Really?" I nodded, even though he couldn't see. "Well, how'd we look?"

"You looked amazing. I really believe that you should smile more often
though."

"Why?" I could hear the smile in his voice already.

"Cause damn boy, you can get me to do *any*thing when you smile." I
chuckled as Justin made a little groaning sound.

"Anything?"

"You better believe it." I was grinning like a lovesick fool once again,
lost in a state of infatuation.

"So, I was thinking you could come over tonight. It'll be me and the guys.
Just watch some movies... if you want to come. If you don't, that's fine,
it's just that I was hoping you would cause I was hoping to see more of you
today. I'll let you pick the movies if you want."

"Justin!" I interrupted. "Stop rambling." I could tell he was kind of
nervous, but Justin Timberlake nervous to ask *me* to watch movies with
him? "Of course I'll come over... why wouldn't I?"

Justin exhaled a breath I'm sure he didn't even know he was holding. "Well,
I dunno. Maybe you had other plans or something."

I laughed. "I already told you this morning that I'd be ready to do
something tonight."

"Well, you can never be too sure. So you want me to send over a car?"

"Sure, I just gotta get ready and then I'll be there."

"Did you still want to pick the movies, or is anything alright?" He asked.

"You can pick 'em. I trust you have taste."

He laughed. "Well... I'm hoping I have good taste. So the car will be
there for when you're done getting ready. Can't wait to see ya."

"Neither can I." Before I had the sentence voiced, Justin had already hung
up the phone.  Shaking my head with amusement, I got off the couch to go
and get ready.

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True to his word, the car was waiting in the driveway for me once I was
done primping. "I'm heading out! I've got my cell!" I yelled as I ran
through the door.

The ride was a quick one and the driver was nothing but polite, making
casual conversation throughout the entire trip. I had chosen to sit up
front with him because the back seat seemed a little lonely. He'd been with
*Nsync for a couple of years now. Usually he catered to Justin's
needs. Each of the guys had their respective assistants, and Luke just
happened to be Justin's.

There wasn't exactly a mob outside the lobby of the hotel, so Luke let me
off in front while I thanked him and he drove away. Looking the hotel over,
I glanced at the very top where a balcony was illuminated; a smile
instantly forming on my face.

Steeling enough nerve, I entered the hotel with my heart beating
overtime. I had no idea why I was so nervous, and had every idea at the
same time. Justin had asked me over. We had sex the night before. I liked
him, and apparently he liked me. Could things be taking off?

I walked up to the receptionist, giving her my name and explaining that I
was there to see Justin. She scoffed at me momentarily before she actually
caught sight of my name on the list. "Alright sir, head on over to the
elevator. I'll allow it to reach the penthouse." Seeing as how I didn't
have a key, I needed to be granted access from the receptionist to reach
their suite.

As I entered the elevator, my palms started to sweat. It felt as if I were
under the lamps at an interrogation -- I was that nervous. The doors
closed and I was on my way up, watching the numbers increase with each
floor. "Three more floors." I exhaled a breath I'd been holding, trying to
calm my nerves.

Finally I had arrived on the guys' floor. As the doors opened and I walked
out, I was immediately thrown against the wall face first. I was shocked to
say the least, but as soon as I felt a pair of lips grace the back of my
neck I knew I was in good hands.  "Hey baby," Justin whispered in my ear.

"Hey yourself." I replied. "Must you throw me against the wall?"

"Fuck yeah; it's so damn hot." Reaching his hand around my waist, he
grasped my cock.  "Feels like you think so, too." I could hear the smile
without having to turn around to see it.

"Justin. The wall has nothing to do with Junior. It's all you, baby. He
couldn't care less about the wall."

Justin shrugged. "Whatever you say. I still think it's hot." Finally
turning me around, he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue probing into my very
being. Breaking apart, panting slightly, his voice husky, "C'mon, the guys
are waiting for us."

His hand slid gently into mine as we walked towards one of the bedrooms
where we apparently were going to be watching the movies. "J, how'd you
know I was coming up?"

"Reception called."

"Oh. Makes sense." I said more to myself than out loud. I was just
wondering if he sat there waiting for the numbers above the elevator to
change. I knew he was excited, but that would've been too freaky.

Everyone was situated in JC's room; Lance and JC up against the headboard,
Joey and Chris by their feet. They had left an entire bed for me and Justin
to share, which wasn't necessary but I appreciated the sentiment. "It's the
Drewster!" Joey exclaimed as Justin and I entered the room. Lance glanced
down at our hands clasped together, then brought his eyes to meet mine with
an approving smile. How could I not smile back?

Jumping on the bed, Justin declared our movie night officially started,
then telling Joey to please get off his fat ass and put the first movie in
already? Before the first movie had even begun, I had pressed myself
completely against Justin, snuggling into his warmth as he wrapped an arm
around me, pulling me in closer. I admit, I don't remember much of the
movie; I had only seen the first ten minutes or so before I fell asleep
completely comfortable, completely relaxed.

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The call of nature roused me from my sleep, and I slipped out of Justin's
arms to head to the bathroom. As I neared the door, I noticed the light was
on and there appeared to be someone using it. I knocked on the door
quietly, "Anyone in there?"

"You can come in." It was Lance. I slid through the crack in the door,
looking at the floor in fear of seeing Lance completely naked or
something. Not that that would be a bad sight, I just wasn't sure how Lance
would react to that... then again, he did tell me to come in. "You don't
have to look at the floor, I'm just taking out my contacts."

Safe to look up, I learned that Lance was in fact in the process of pulling
out his contacts, one at a time, placing them into the little case most
people who wear contacts carry with them.  Yet again I was in the bathroom
with Lance. How did it always seem to come to this? I walked over to the
toilet and did my business, while Lance was busily taking out his left
contact. "So, what's the deal with you and Justin?"

The question caught me off guard. "What?"

"Well, I know y'all fucked the other night, and well, I can't help but
notice how... comfortable you two seem to be with each other lately. I was
just wondering what was going on."

"Oh." I guess I owed Lance an explanation. "Well, to start off... I'm not
with Drew. He decided that he loves me but he can't be with me. So I'm
single, and Justin was just there for me at a time I needed someone the
most."

"He's not just a rebound guy, is he?" Lance narrowed his eyes at me.
"Because, truth be told, he hasn't told the group anything about liking
guys. This is a new development or something, and don't need him getting
hurt."

I was kind of taken aback. Not only was Lance was accusing me of using
Justin, but it shocked me to know that Justin hadn't told the guys about
his interest in boys. He seemed well enough educated to indicate he had
experience when it came down to it.  I was somewhat hurt by Lance's
statement, actually. "What makes you think I would do that?"

"I'm not saying you would, but you can't be too careful. Justin's like a
brother to me, and if you hurt him... just don't. K?"

I understood he was just looking out for Justin, but still, his accusations
stung my heart.  Walking over to the sink, I slid passed Lance to wash my
hands. "Look, I'm just looking out for..."

"Justin," I completed for him. "I know you're looking out for him..." I
sighed, tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"D, you alright?"

"I'm fine," I lied. In truth I was torn up inside. "I'll be fine," I
repeated. "Thanks, uh... thanks for letting me use the bathroom."

He dismissed me with a "No problem," and I was on my way back to Justin's
room. As I slid in beside Justin, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me
towards him. The tears in my eyes began to fall down my cheeks. 'Nobody's
here to look out for me.' I thought, sniffling a little.

Justin's armed gripped me a little tighter, "What's wrong baby?" he asked
nuzzling against my neck.

"Nothing," I lied with a sniffle.

"Mmmkay," he was still somewhat asleep. "I'm here for you if you need me."
Kissing me on the cheek, he drifted back to sleep, unknowingly soothing the
aches within my heart for the time being. With his arms wrapped around me,
I snuggled as far enough into Justin as I could, closing my eyes and
drifting off.

TBC...