The red carpet just outside the Radio City Music Hall was crowded with celebrities and reporters. Too crowded, most of them actually wondered off the red carpet to answer questions and be photographed. It meant the red carpet was the least crowded area so that was where he stood.

From that spot he could see Eminem talking on a cell phone. He saw dozens of celebrities being interviewed. Looking the other way a large woman in a dress that could only be described as a disaster from Barbie�s closet was walking up the red carpet. Raising an eyebrow he stepped off the carpet letting her pass, the bright pink dress brushing against him anyway.

He could see his fellow band mates mingling with different people and satisfying reporters...true he could have gone over and stood with any of them, he just didn't want to. He loved his new album and he loved that they would be paying tribute to the Beatles tonight, but he was tired of reporters because they always asked the same things. Compared him to the other, now solo, boyband member.

Few reporters had even noticed he'd arrived. He'd sort of snuck into the crowds and had only been spotted by the cameras of Entertainment Tonight and E! so far.

He watched the pink Barbie nightmare of a dress disappear into the building and decided to do the same. No sense in staying where he would certainly be mobbed once everyone realized he was there. He glanced once more toward the reporters to be sure he hadn't been noticed and turned to go inside. Unfortunately, his path was being blocked at the moment and he didn't realize this until he had smacked into the person.

"Sorry," he muttered, glancing around to see if any camera had gotten the event. None had and he sighed, turning to offer the person a more decent apology. He nearly fell backward when he saw whom he had bumped into.

"What are you doing here?" The tall blonde rolled his eyes.

"You don't have to be presenting or nominated to come to the awards, Timberlake."

Justin was stunned momentarily. The khakis Nick wore fit him just right and he knew, if he could just look, that they fit his ass snuggly and nicely. The soft blue shirt was half open revealing a white wife beater underneath. Justin almost had to chuckle, though he found Nick's attire to be just positively arousing. He had always been attracted to Nick. Loving the way certain clothes hung on him and tonight choice of clothing was no exception.

"Well it's obvious you didn't come to present...with that outfit." Nick shrugged.

"Not really planning to stay for the whole thing. Figured I'd slip out during a break or something."

"Why come at all then?"

"I was in the area on my tour and have a night off. Didn't know I had to justify my actions to you." Justin shrugged.

"You don't, I was curious. Now if you�ll excuse me, I'm going inside before the grapevine sense me." Justin moved to walk around Nick, but Nick grabbed his arm. The movement stopped both men in their tracks for a full minute, the shivers the soft touch sent down their spines both startled them and made them want more. They stared into each other�s eyes for a long moment.

"LOOK NICK AND JUSTIN ARE GONNA FIGHT!" A loud voice broke out over the red carpet and suddenly every camera there turned on them and the reporters advanced. Nick gave a smirk and wave to the cameras and took off, disappearing around the side of the building. Justin was quickly surrounded by reporters and mentally cursed Nick for his quick getaway.

"Were you and Nick about to fight?" one reporter asked, shoving the mic at his face. He quickly assured them that he and Nick were simply exchanging hellos and escaped the mob.

He caught sight of the rest of Nsync giving him weird looks, but ignored them, disappearing around the side of building. He didn't know if Nick was still here, but the escape route seems to be a good one. There was a stage door over here, he thought. He thought he'd spotted it when a hand grabbed him from behind. He found himself being spun around and before he could register what was going on, a pair of lips descended on his. He moaned, immediately knowing who it was and wanting more of him.

He snaked his arms around Nick's neck pulling him closer. Nick suddenly shoved him away almost as fast as he had kissed him.

"What--the--fuck," Just panted. Nick was wide-eyed and his lips were now red and bruised. They seemed to be daring Justin to kiss them. v"I. Fuck," Nick muttered. "We can't do this. I--" Justin cut him off with a kiss.

"Carter, shut up for once." Nick's only response was a soft moan.

Justin's hands began to make their way down Nick�s chest.

"Please," Nick sighed softly. The blue door that said 'stage' suddenly flew open sending a whoosh of hair that ruffled their hair. The two men jumped apart, attempting to look like they were doing anything but what they had been doing.

Joey stood there with a funny smile on his face. "It's about damn time."

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