March 10, 2002
| One Night Love Affair
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Another crossover inspired by a song off Bryan Adams' "Reckless"--still not a songfic. Some lyrics at the end if you're interested. Because I wrote it backwards, this one happens *before* "Run to You". Justin/Nick again, or still, whichever way you want to look at it. Rating: NC-17 DISCLAIMER: Fiction! This didn't happen, probably won't, and I'm not claiming it did or will. Thanks to lancenerd and dara for beta. Feedback welcome. "One Night Love Affair" Nick was surprised to see Justin in the club that night. Contrary to popular belief, they didn't run in the same circles all that often, and this was a Nick-place not a Justin-place. But Nick was pleasantly buzzed and in a mood to share, so he sent Justin a drink and gave him a little wave from across the VIP room. Justin flashed him that infamous grin and went back to listening to his friends talk at him. Nick recognized the signs. The guys Justin was with were his non-music business friends whom he probably hadn't seen for a while, and he was going to keep his two worlds separate. Nick could appreciate that, but when he started thinking about his own situation, he realized he really didn't have many friends like that left. Even his family was all caught up in the business. He'd have found it sad if it wasn't practically the only thing he knew. There was a time when his life was different, but he seldom thought about those days any more. He'd been a child then and it all seemed a million miles away. He shook off his weird mood and went to find someone to dance with. Out on the floor, he closed his eyes and lost himself in the music. The DJ kept the mix eclectic enough that Nick gave up trying to predict what would play next, and just went with the flow. Something by Crystal Method segued into a remix of 'The Call' and Nick shook his head at the girl he was dancing with--more or less--and started to walk back to the VIP area. But before he'd gone three feet, a big hand wrapped around his wrist and tugged him back a step. He turned around to see Justin grinning at him. He leaned forward until his mouth was by Nick's ear and said, "This is your song. You can't leave now." His hips gave a little thrust and shimmy that Nick had seen him do in performances and it never failed to turn him on just a little. Tonight, with the way Justin was looking at him and moving his fingers up and down Nick's wrist, it turned him on...a lot. By the time Nick's own voice was coming out of the speakers, he was pressed up against Justin in the middle of a crowd of people, desperately trying not to get hard. He failed. Justin chuckled in his ear--a low, sexy sound that went straight to Nick's cock, making the situation even more intense. Nick bit his lower lip and tried to back away from Justin, but there were so many people around that he couldn't get far. Justin grinned and ground his pelvis into Nick's hip, and Nick gasped as he felt the hardness behind Justin's zipper. Then he grinned back and licked his lips. He shook his hips, rubbing against Justin in a way that could be passed off as 'dancing'. Just to see what would happen. Justin tossed his head back and laughed out loud, rocking up against Nick in a manner that said 'please continue' instead of 'what are you doing?' Nick moved one hand down between them where no one could see then slipped under Justin's shirt to touch the sweat-slick skin of his stomach. Sleek skin and hard muscle flexed under his fingers, making Nick swallow and wrap his other hand around Justin's wrist. Justin immediately twisted his hand in Nick's grip, turning until their fingers entwined and leaned into Nick again. "You wanna get out of here?" he shouted just loud enough for only Nick to hear him. "Yeah, let's go," Nick shouted back, looking over Justin's shoulder to see if anyone was paying them too much attention. But the other dancers were so close and crowded together that no one noticed what they were actually doing. Justin shifted and turned and suddenly a hole opened up in the crowd and he pulled Nick along behind him. Their exit through a special back door of the club passed in blur of light and darkness as Nick followed Justin in a haze of hormonal urgency. The shocking silence outside after the loud music and noise of the club made Nick's ears ring for a moment and before he knew it, he was tucked into the back of a cab with Justin all the way across the seat, staring at him all hot and provocative, or maybe just provoking. Pushing for a reaction to the famous Timberlake charm. Nick gave him a well-practiced look of his own, the look all the photographers loved--chin down, eyebrow up, mouth open slightly--and then smirked just a little when Justin shifted and moved a hand to his lap. When Justin adjusted himself, Nick giggled and knew the sexy thing was over. Now he'd look like a big kid and Justin would laugh at him and send him home in the cab all alone. But when they pulled up outside Justin's house, Justin paid the driver and pulled Nick out of the cab and inside. Another blur of shadows and a few dim lights and stairs rising under his feet, then Nick was in Justin's bedroom, being stripped from his clothes quite efficiently. He reached out to help Justin with his, but Justin pushed him down on the bed and shimmied out of his shirt and pants, not in a hurry but not drawing it out too much either. It was just right, and Nick put a hand on his own dick, trying to settle but making the problem worse. He was so hard he ached and Justin was so beautiful...that Nick ached with that too. Justin crawled onto the bed, straddled Nick's hips with his knees and looked down at him for a long moment. "You're kinda hot, Carter. When did that happen?" Nick tilted his head and licked his lips. "I've always been hot. You just weren't looking." "I've been looking." Justin blinked. "I mean, I don't have much choice when we're on all the same shows and magazines." "Riiiight," Nick drawled with a wink, then glanced around the room curiously. "What? No pinups? No Backstreet calendars? You know, I could even hook you up with a poster or two if you want." "Oh, is that what your room looks like? *NSYNC calendars and posters all over the walls?" Nick's intended sarcastic remark died in this throat when Justin stared at his mouth and said, "What I want is for you to suck me off. Now would be good." "What do I get, if I do?" "Is this a one night stand or a contract negotiation?" "What. do. I. get?" Nick enunciated each word clearly and precisely. Justin sighed and said, "You can fuck me, all right? Jeeze, you're more irritating than Chris." "Don't bring up your boyfriend right now. It'll kill the mood." "He's not...we're so *not*..." Justin looked so absolutely appalled at the suggestion that Nick snickered. "Sorry, I just assumed..." Nick ran his hands up the outside of Justin's thighs, then idly drew his fingertips along Justin's hipbones. "I guess Britney's not y'all's cover then?" "Now who's killing the mood?" Justin reached down and moved one of Nick's hands over to his erection. "She really is my girlfriend. That bother you?" Nick tightened his fingers around the hot, hard flesh in his grip and shook his head. "Not especially. Does it bother you?" Justin closed his eyes and a pained look crossed his face, after a moment he whispered, "Maybe." Then he opened his eyes and rocked his hips. "Come on, dude, suck me already." Nick felt a brief burst of guilt, but it died away when Justin suddenly flipped over onto his back, tugging Nick over on top of him. His lean golden body arched under Nick's, rubbing against him from chest to knee sending sparklers of pleasure all along the surface of Nick's skin. Justin raised his head and licked at Nick's lips, whispering "Your mouth was made for it." "Wow, I've never heard that before," Nick replied, so deadpan that Justin actually believed him. "No, really it is." Justin pressed his lips to Nick's in a deep wet kiss. "It's sexy." "So I've been hearing since I was thirteen." Nick nipped at Justin's chin and licked his throat, as he rocked their hips together, smirking as Justin's breath hitched in his chest. "But then I don't suppose I have to tell you about that, with a body like yours." "The things we heard as kids..." Justin shook his head. "It's sick, yo." Although it was true and had given him a few nightmares over the years, Nick snickered. "I thought you'd dropped the ghetto fabulous thing these days." "It just slipped out." Justin raised his hips and thrust his erection along side Nick's. "Are you ever going to shut the fuck up and just suck my dick already?" Nick laughed and scooted backwards down the bed, slowly so that every part of him rubbed and slid against every part of Justin. Justin writhed against the sheets until Nick grabbed those quicksilver hips and held him still. Nick lowered his mouth to Justin's cock and licked a long stripe from root to tip, across the head with a little swirl and back down. Taking the head into his mouth, he tongued the slit and laughed when Justin groaned loudly. He pulled off just a little and smacked his lips, running his tongue over his teeth, savoring Justin's flavor, until Justin got impatient and twined his fingers in Nick's hair, pulling gently. Nick went back to licking and sucking at Justin's cock, reveling in the surprisingly husky sounds that came from Justin's throat. When he felt Justin's balls tightening as a precursor to his orgasm, Nick pulled his mouth off and jacked Justin to completion with quick efficient strokes. Justin moaned and spread his legs as he came, Nick slipped between them and caught the come in his hand and used it to lubricate Justin's ass, first one finger and then two until he was certain Justin was ready and not at all new to the concept of having another man inside him. Justin dropped a condom in front of Nick's face before Nick even had to ask. Nick picked it up off Justin's stomach and ripped the packet open with his teeth as he rose up into a kneeling position. He rolled the latex down over his erection, concentrating on not coming yet but it was difficult with Justin wrapping his legs around Nick's back and moving his ass back and forth across the sheets. And then....Nick was in, pushing deep into Justin's body until his belly was pressing into Justin's cock, which Nick could feel twitching as it reawakened. Nick had to close his eyes and breathe deeply for a moment, the warmth and tight grip urging him to come already. Even with his eyes closed, he could see Justin's face in his mind, deep blue eyes narrowed in concentration, kiss-reddened lips parted as he panted for breath. Breathing deeply just brought Justin's musky scent into his nose and swirling about his head. Nick gave up on control and started thrusting, hard and fast--Justin encouraging him with muttered curse words and meeting every thrust with equal force. When he felt the tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine, Nick grasped Justin's hips hard to hold him still while he came with a groan that sounded tortured to his own ears. But if it was torture, it was the sweetest kind, and he was suddenly scared that once wouldn't be enough. ######### They made love one more time before the night was over, because Justin woke up and looked at Nick lying on his stomach, spread out over more than his fair share of the king size bed, and had to have him. He had to fuck that ass at least once and he figured that this would probably be his only chance. He straddled Nick's back, propped up on his hands and knees, and licked the back of Nick's neck until he woke up with a questioning grunt. Justin moved his mouth next to Nick's ear and whispered in explicit detail what he wanted and planned to do, asking Nick's permission almost as an afterthought. Nick didn't say no. In fact, he was quite emphatic in saying yes. By the time Justin had worked his way down to the small of his back, licking the sensitive spot there before scraping his teeth across the satiny skin, Nick was unable to say much of anything except "yes", over and over and occasionally he tossed in a "please" or a "Justin". Justin really liked the way Nick said his name, all desperate and breathless, like nothing and nobody else could do the job. Had to be Justin. And that's when Justin knew he had to do this again. Nick made him feel needed, powerful, in a way that no one else ever had. He wouldn't break up with Britney, though. He still loved her and wanted to be with her, probably for the rest of their lives--that's what they told everyone, right? He was pretty sure that's what he still wanted. But he also wanted Nick, and he realized that right in the middle of having Nick--actually fucking him senseless--was not the best time to be thinking about his girlfriend. So he shoved Brit out of his mind and put everything he had into fucking Nick. Fucking Nick Carter. He would have laughed at the absurdity if he'd had the breath to do so. Chris must never, ever find out about this because the ragging would never stop. Chris would still be poking him thirty years from now saying, "dude, I can't believe you fucked a Backstreet Boy, and Nick Carter of all the fucking people. Why not AJ? At least he could dance." Justin mentally told Chris to shut up. Nick was sweet and kinda goofy, pretty and unexpectedly hot and...yeah. Justin liked him, and he loved that little high pitched sound he made when he came, halfway between a moan and a wheeze. He sounded like he was in pain but Justin could see the sunny smile that spread across his face in the afterglow and he knew it was good. Another thing Justin liked about Nick is how he didn't seem particularly impressed with the fact that he was fucking Justin Timberlake. It was a nice change of pace from the guys who would come practically before he even touched them, just because he was famous. Nick had been doing the fame thing just as long as, or longer, than Justin so it'd probably take a living legend to impress him anymore. And no matter how many people thought his ego was inflated, Justin didn't believe he'd reached legend status quite yet. But his ego did get a nice boost from the way Nick bucked underneath him and called his name in that pleading tone. Justin worked a hand underneath Nick's body so he could push him over the edge with a few well-timed strokes, and then he kept pumping into Nick, the slap of his belly against the lush curves of Nick's ass echoing through the room like one of Joey's porn tapes. But then he felt that rush for himself, and stiffened while he came deep inside the tight warmth of Nick's body. He collapsed onto Nick's broad back, appreciating how the guy was big enough for that move to actually be comfortable. When Nick started to shift underneath him, Justin pulled out carefully, got up and went into the bathroom for a quick cleanup. When they were both tucked back under the covers, sated and clean, Justin flung an arm around Nick's waist and went back to sleep. The next time Justin woke up, sunshine poured through the open blinds, outlining Nick in a golden glow as he stood by the bed pulling his shirt on. He was already fully dressed from the waist down, even his shoes. Justin sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes with his fists. He glanced at the clock and then frowned up at Nick. "What're you doing up so early?" "I have to go," said Nick, as if it should be obvious, but not unkindly. "I already called a cab. I have stuff to do. Commitments..." Justin felt a twinge at that last one, but covered with a small smile. "Yeah, okay. Last night was..." "Fun. Last night was fun, Justin. I understand that." "I think the word I was looking for was 'great' and maybe we could...I don't know, do it again sometime?" Nick nodded and looked at his feet for a moment. Then he walked over to the nightstand and picked up a pen that was lying by the phone. He knelt beside the bed and took Justin's forearm in one hand and with the other wrote ten digits on the smooth skin on the inside of Justin's arm. He tossed the pen on the nightstand and said, "That's to my cell. I always have it with me." Justin leaned over and took Nick's face in his hands. He gave Nick a closed-mouth kiss, lingering on those soft swollen lips for a long moment. When he pulled back, Nick grinned and stood up. He walked out of the room without looking back, and Justin watched him go with a strange longing to ask him to stay. He shook his head and lay back on his pillows. He could make this work, but begging wasn't the way to do it. If he played his cards right, this wouldn't be just a one night love affair and yet he could still keep the rest of his life the way it was. Just as long as neither Chris nor Brit found out, it'd be cool. ######## Of course, Chris found out. Not ten minutes after Nick walked out of Justin's bedroom, Chris walked in. He often came over at odd times of the day or night and let himself in with his key, so Justin shouldn't have been surprised to see him. And really it wasn't Chris's presence that surprised him as much as the look on Chris's face. His eyes were narrowed, his brows were drawn down, and a faint flush rode high on his cheeks. The first words out of his mouth were, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Justin sat up and blinked at him. "Well, I was trying to go back to sleep and I was pretty close to it until you barged in and asked me a dumbass question." Chris stalked over tot he bed and started to sit down, but stopped as he looked at the covers suspiciously. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Please Justin, tell me there's a logical reason for Nick Carter to be leaving your place at nine in the morning in last night's clothes while you're still in bed looking freshly fucked." "Why do you care, Chris?" "Umm, hello? You fucked a Backstreet Boy--the kid no less. Why not AJ? He's cool at least." "I thought it was because he could dance," Justin murmured to himself. Chris cocked his head to one side and stared at him. "What?" "Nothing. Look, it's not gonna mess up the group." "Oh I think so. This has the makings of a major disaster, J." "Why? It's okay for you and JC to fuck your way across America, but I can't sleep with whoever I want in the privacy of my own bedroom?" "Me and JC are keeping it in the group at least. And we don't have girlfriends... anymore. Remember yours? You do realize that she's just as famous as you are, don't you? There's where you run into trouble." Justin stared at Chris for a moment trying to decipher what he meant then gave up. It was too early for this. He needed a shower and coffee and breakfast and possibly a week or two to think about it before he'd be ready for this conversation. He could have it both ways. He really could. But first he had to deal with Chris. He sighed. "Why are you here? Did you want something in particular or were you just checking to see if I was sleeping alone?" Chris shrugged his shoulders and jumped on the bed next to Justin, bouncing on the mattress as he explained. "I know you don't have anything planned until late this afternoon, so I thought we could take a ride or something." They'd been so busy lately, that they hadn't been put on their motorcycles in weeks. Justin grinned and grabbed Chris to make him stop moving. "Yeah, let's go. But you're buying me breakfast." Chris gave him a noogie and shoved him out of bed, letting Justin know that their disagreement over Nick would be forgotten . For now. The end. One Night Love Affair by Bryan Adams and Jim Vallance You're the silent type And you caught my eye but I never thought that I'd be touching you how was I know I'd let my feelings go and that I'd be yours before the night was through When the morning breaks we go our separate ways guess the night was made for love it ain't for keeps but I lose control 'cause I'm watching you go all my senses say I'm in this much too deep now you're out of reach One night love affair trying to make like we don't care we were both reaching out for something one night love affair pretending we don't care but now we're left with nothing one night love affair but sometimes life ain't fair and now we're left with nothing back to fic |