"So, what happened?" JC inquired when Justin returned to the hotel the next morning.

"What do you think?" Justin snapped.

"Things not go so well this mornin?"

"Murphy Lee walked in on us. Lots of drama ensued, Nelly freaked I left," Justin answered.

"I’m sorry, babe," JC said, pulling Justin into a hug.

"It’s my own fault," Justin replied. "I shoulda know he was gonna have some issues with his friends knowing."

"He shouldn’t have done it if he wasn’t man enough to face what might happen."

"Naw cause then I wouldn’t have gotten to experience last night," Justin disagreed, smiling as he revisited last night in his mind. "Truthfully it was well worth it."

"Worth losing your friendship with Nelly?" JC questioned

"No, but I’m not too worried about losing that friendship," Justin replied.

"You aren’t?"

"I’m pretty sure he’ll figure out how to make Murphy think it wasn’t what he saw then he’ll put it behind him and see it’s not worth losing what we could have together."

"And if he doesn’t?"

"Then you’ll pity fuck me!" Justin grinned.

"I told you I am not pity fucking you! Try someone else."

"But I only want you-- and Nelly, but that’s a different type of want."

"You want what you can’t have."

"Only with you, Nelly I really think I can have if he works through all his issues."

"Don’t put too much stock in it, I don’t want you to end up broken hearted," JC said.

"I won’t," Justin promised. "I already told him he could use me for sex."

"You what?!"

"Never mind," Justin grinned. "Things will be find."

"If you say so."

"Why can’t I get ya outta my mind?" Nelly growled into the phone when Justin answered.

"Because I am not easily forgotten," Justin answered.

"It’s drivin’ me insane!!"

"Maybe you weren’t satisfied with the small taste of my talents you got that night," Justin suggested.

"Small taste?"

"I am really rather talented in a lot of areas, sex happens to be one of them. My dancing alone highlights a small bit of what’s possible."

"I’m telling you this is why you get used for sex," Nelly said.

"I thought you said it was because I allow people to do whatever they want."

"That too, but the way you’re flirting with me even after when happened both times we did anything together."

"If you didn’t want me, even just a little you wouldn’t’ve called now or let what happened the night of the VMAs go on," Justin replied. "I think we’re good enough friends that you appreciate me more than purely psychically."

"What if all I want from you is sex?"

"If it’s a good as the first time, I won’t complain too much."

"Wanna meet up tonight?"

"Name a place."

"How about your house?"

"That’s fine, less chance of someone coming by that’ll freak you out."

"I’ll be there in an hour."

"I’ll be waiting."

"Your phone’s ringing," Justin muttered, pushing at Nelly before rolling back over and going back to sleep.

"This Nelly," he answered the phone.

"Nelly, yo, dirty, where are you?" Murphy replied.

"At Timberlake’s. Must’ve fallen a sleep watchin a movie," he whispered, searching for his clothes.

"You’re still cool with him even after that shit from the night of the VMAs?"

"I told you nuttin happened that night, we was both just really drunk and ya know how hot I get when I’m drunk, J’s just like that."

"If ya say so," Murphy replied. "Anyways I was callin’ to see when ya was comin back to St. Louis? There’s some bangin parties lined up."

"I’m leavin’ in the mornin’."

"I’ll see ya then, then."

"For sure, dirty. I’ll come by when I get back."

"Later."

"Later."

"You’re leaving in the morning?" Justin said.

"Yah I got stuff I gotta do in St. Louis before I leave for tour, ya know how it is."

"Were you just gonna leave and let me figure it out when I woke up?"

"I’da left a note."

"A note, really fuckin’ nice of you," Justin spat.

"Don’t get all pissy."

"Whatever," Justin rolled his eyes in the darkness. "I think it’d be for the best if you left now."

"But--"

"I must’ve forgotten to mention I don’t let people who are just using me for sex stay in my house. Get out."

"Fine then, whatever."

"Whatever."

"Don’t forget to call JC and let him know I’ve hurt poor lil ol’ Justie Timberlake so that he can come over and ‘comfort’ you again," Nelly said walking out of the room.

"I will, at least he knows how to satisfy me like a real man," Justin shouted, throwing a glass from his bed stand at the wall. "At least he’s not afraid of what his friends might think."

"Because all his friends are gay," Nelly shouted back. "What’s he got to worry about? Who cares if y’all boybanders fuck each other? It’s a whole different story when you live in my world."

"You’re a pussy, Nelly, face it," Justin yelled. "Forget you know my number, I don’t fuck pussies."

"That’s for damn sure," Justin heard Nelly say as the front door slammed shut.

"Asshole," Justin screamed, laying back down falling into a restless sleep.

I mean I remember this one time, he called me it had to be like four in the morning, it was like pouring rain outside and I was knocked out but it was like when-- when I heard his voice something got me out of bed and I had to come to him.

"C, I told you I’d call you later," Justin muttered into his phone.

"This ain’t C," a familiar voice replied after a moment.

"I thought I told you to forget my number."

"Ya did, but I don’t listen too well," Nelly replied.

"What do you want?"

"Meet me somewhere?"

"It’s fucking four in the morning, it’s pouring rain outside, and you just woke my ass up, do you really think I’ma meet you anywhere?"

"J, please."

"Go fuck yourself, pussy."

"J, don’t be like that. Please," Nelly begged.

"Why should I? Give me one good reason."

"Cause I want you to."

"That’s not a reason."

"Really it is," Nelly disagreed. "Ya know ya wanna."

"I don’t fuck pussies, and you, Nelly, are a pussy. Leave me alone so that I can go back to sleep."

"J, please."

"No."

"Then I’m coming to you."

"You won’t get past the gate."

"I bet I will."

"I bet you won’t."

"Really cause I’m already in your driveway."

"Then you might as well turn around and leave cause there’s no way I’m letting you in this house."

"I ain’t got no where to be, I’ll just sit outside and ring the doorbell until you open up."

"Don’t think I won’t call the police, and I’m really not in the mood for your shit. You really wanna be all over the news tomorrow for trying get me outta bed so I’d have sex with you?" Justin said, getting out of bed.

"You wouldn’t say that," Nelly replied. "You won’t call the popo either."

"What makes you so sure?" Justin questioned, climbing down the stairs.

"Cause ya already on your way to the door."

"Go away," Justin exclaimed, opening the door.

"If ya really wanted me to, ya wouldn’t’ve opened the door," Nelly replied coming into the foyer.

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t call the police."
"Cause ya wanna have sex just as much as I do."

"No, Nelly, I don’t. I was perfectly fine sleeping through the rest of the night. If I want sex, I can go find me someone else to have sex wtih. Fuck I’d fuck Britney before I’d fuck you again."

"Is that so?" Nelly questioned, pulling Justin into a kiss. "Would you really rather it be Britney doing this than me?" he asked, placing his hand on Justin’s crotch, rubbing gently.

"You’re just gonna hurt me in the morning," Justin mumbled, allowing himself to be pulled into another kiss. "If I tell you I love you, will you leave me alone like Janet?"

"No cause I know ya don’t mean it," Nelly answered, leading Justin back to his bed room.

"Why does he allow Nelly to play him like that?" Chris questioned peaking out the doorway of his suite, watching Nelly leave Justin’s suite.

"Cause he loves him," Joey replied.

JC shook his head. "I’ve been there since the beginning, it’s because he thinks one day Nelly’s gonna wake up and realize it’s okay to love him."

"He is going to," Justin stated, coming into the suite. "It’s not just me thinkin’ it."

"Then why are you crying?" JC asked, pulling Justin onto the couch next to him.

"It hurts waiting for someone to fall in love with you," Justin sniffled, laying his head on JC’s shoulder.

"I hope all your pain is worth all this pain," Joey said, rubbing Justin’s back.

"It will be," Justin insisted. "Nelly’ll be great for me when he realizes he loves me."

"What is it about him?" Chris questioned. "Why do you put up with this?"

"Cause I love him," Justin shrugged.

"What’re you doing tonight?" JC asked, when he and Justin were finished eating.

"I dunno, I might just stay in. I’m kinda tired," Justin answered. "How about you?"

"I’m going out for a while, just to prove I’m not as old as I feel."

"You aren’t old," Justin disagreed. "If you want someone to go with you--" he started, but stopped when his cell phone rang. "Hello?"

"J, it’s me."

"What can I do for you?"

"Ya busy tonight?"

"I’m not sure, why?"

"I was wonderin if ya wanted to hit the town for a while?"

"Could JC come along?" Justin replied, pleading with JC with his eyes until he nodded.

"If ya don’t mind if Murphy comes along."

"Murphy really wanna be seen in public with me?"

"Long as you promise to try and not freak out when I touch you."

"I’m workin on that."

"Good deal. So where should we meet you guys?"

"How about we meet at your hotel?"

"Sounds good," Justin nodded.

"See ya in a while then," Nelly said.