*yeah, so, I know....the curls are present again!*
 

Chris loved Justin.

He loved everything about the boy with the golden curls and laughing blue eyes.  He always had.  From the moment he met Justin, who was auditioning for the same types of things he was, he'd been mesmerized. They weren't really friends yet as he was almost 10 years older and way out of Justin's clique.  But he knew of him.  And when Chris was putting a singing group together, Justin was the first one he called.

The kid was only 13 or 14, but already blooming into a beautiful creature.  Of course, at first, it was latent, this attraction Chris harbored.  After all, he was a lot older and just watched with fascination over the next 6 years, as Justin grew up before his eyes.  They became good friends, sharing a passion for sports, especially basketball, which helped fill their time as they traveled around the world, singing and dancing and racking up experiences that only few could dream of.

He never let on about his obsession.  He told no one.  He wasn't going to say a word.  But he watched.  And he yearned.  And he dreamed.  He dated women and he fell in love with a few, but Justin was always not far from his thoughts.  He was protective, as an older brother, often taking Justin's side in arguments with the other guys.  Justin always had him as an ally when the others would tease and pick on him for being too beautiful, too popular, or too sexy for his own good.  Chris knew they were just jealous and they meant no harm.  He knew they all recognized how special Justin was.  You couldn't just watch without feeling a little jealous....a little in awe.

Justin seemed to float through life.  Everything seemed easy for him.  He always looked like an angel with the beautiful curly hair that he frosted or dyed a lighter shade.  He was built like some kind of god as early as age 14, which made Chris even more interested.  Not only did he look like an angel, he sang like one too, with soul and a deeper passion than Chris thought possible for one so young.  And he danced.  He danced and danced.  He had the liquid grace of a trained dancer at times, but that would be marred, early on, by his big feet, as they worked and danced and worked some more.  It took him some time to find his rhythm, but once he did, he never faltered.  Watching him dance made Chris want to do things, unspeakable things.  He didn't even have to try to be sexy, something that didn't go unnoticed to Chris.

As they all grew up and more in tuned with their talents and mission for the group, Chris wasn't the only one who worshipped the curly haired boy with the easy smile and flirtacious personality.  The girls got it.  The young girls who followed the group everywhere and screamed at every appearance knew what Chris knew.  Justin had it...whatever 'it' was.

Things got a little darker as Chris watched Justin falling in love with a certain little doe-eyed pop princess.  He was powerless to stop it.  They seemed destined to be together.  And he was jealous.  Jealous of the easy way they got along and of the history they shared before they were even legal adults.  It wasn't a dark jealousy.  He didn't hate Britney.  He just wanted what she had.  He wanted to be loved like that and he wanted Justin.

His own relationships came and went.  But he and Justin remained close, a bond some people didn't really understand.  The oldest and youngest members of a group aren't usually the best friends, especially with the vast span of years between them.  Justin was oblivious to Chris' real feelings and Chris remained steadfast that he would never know them.

Today was his 30th birthday.  Chris hated birthdays.  It just reminded him of the fact that he was the oldest in the group and would be the first to say, "I can't dance like this anymore!"  It was coming.  When Justin turned 30, himself, Chris would be 40.  Who'd ever seen a 40 year old boyband member dancing to pop anthems for 2 hours every night? Chris doubted that he'd even make it that long.

They were in Somewhere, USA, in another hotel, waiting to go find a little quiet restaurant where they could eat in private.  It was a tour ritual to at least try to eat locally without being noticed.  It beat holing up in the hotel and eating pizza.

Justin had called him and asked him to come to his room and that was where Chris found himself.  He knocked and waited.  Pretty soon, the door opened and Justin was walking away, talking on his cell phone and motioning Chris to come in.  Chris' attention was drawn to the way his friend's ass looked in those jeans and the low sling of the belt in the front.  Just a sliver of his toned stomach taunted Chris for a brief instant as Justin stretched like a cat, still listening to the girl chattering in his ear.

It was Britney, of course, and he heard Justin say, "Chris' birthday is today, baby.  Say Happy Birthday!"

Justin held the phone out towards Chris and he could hear Britney singing "happy birthday' in her most seductive Marilyn Monroe voice.  As he took the phone, he smiled at Justin and listened until she finished.  "Thanks Brit!  You shouldn't breathe like that into the phone.  I'm an old man and it might give me thoughts."

Justin laughed and took the phone back, saying goodbye to his girl before turning his attention to Chris.  "She wishes she could be here to celebrate," he said, smiling and hanging up.

Chris silently said a prayer of thanks that she couldn't be there.  Again, he didn't hate her.  He just liked to have Justin to himself.

Justin shrugged his coat on and plopped down in the chair by the TV.  "What do you want for your birthday?" he said, looking at Chris with a grin.

Chris just sighed.  "Oh, nothing really.  I have everything I could possibly ever want or need.  I'm horny as hell though.  Think you can scare me up a willing partner, Jup?"

Justin just shook his head.  "I haven't had time to shop.  But I think I may have something you'd like."

"What is it?" Chris asked, his interest piqued.

"You'll have to wait until after dinner," Justin said, winking at Chris as he left the room in search of the others.

Chris just stared open-mouthed, at the door where Justin had disappeared through.  Had Justin really just winked at him?

He found Justin down the hall, knocking at JC's door.  "C'mon JC!  Wake up!  It's dinnertime!"

As Chris approached, Justin grinned.  "You are dying to know, aren't you?"

Chris nodded at the younger man, with his hands on his hips and his mind whirling with ideas of gifts Justin had possibly had the time to get him.  As he watched his friend's playful look, it was as if in slow motion that Justin leaned forward, not touching him, and whispered in his ear.  "I think it's something you've wanted for a long time."

As he stepped back, Chris swore that Justin's cheeks were a little pink.  He didn't meet Chris' eyes as he turned to walk down to Joey's door and began to beat on it.  Soon, Joey and Lance joined them in the hall, looking around for their absent 5th member.  Chris turned from staring at Justin long enough to beat on JC's door again.  The door opened a few seconds later and they went to the lobby to meet up with the bodyguards.

Dinner was excrutiatingly long.  Chris' eyes rested on Justin most of the evening.  He was seated straight across from him for the meal and would grin at Chris now and then.  What did he have for him?  Chris' brain continued to concentrate as he watched Justin running his hands over his curls that seemed to have a mind of their own again today.  It was a little surprising.  He normally had some hat or bandana jammed on his head to tame his wild hair, but tonight, he was letting it whig out all over.  Chris preferred to see the curls because he thought they were part of what defined Justin, to him and to the fans.  He'd often teased Justin mercilessly himself, even though he really loved them.  It was part of the facade.  If the truth be known, he really wanted nothing more than mess the boy's hair up even more.

Chris felt a little ping of excitement in the pit of his stomach as they all made plans for the rest of the evening.  He really was exhausted and told them he was just staying in tonight.  Lance, Joey and JC decided to go out and left Justin, still under age in this state, alone in his room.  As Chris knocked on Justin's door, he kept replaying the looks Justin had been throwing at him all night. Slightly bashful and nervous, yet a few times, Chris thought he'd seen, well, smoldering.  Young Justin....smoldering?  At him?!

He heard Justin tell him to come in, so he opened the door and walked in.  The lights were very low.  One small lamp by the bed was on but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could make out Justin's form standing on the balcony, taking in the lights of the city.

"Hey, Ju, what's up?" Chris said as he joined him on the balcony.

Justin had only the jeans on that he'd worn to dinner.  Chris hadn't neglected to notice again, even in the dim light, how they clung to his butt and hips.  And as Justin turned to face him, he saw that the top 2 buttons were undone.  His eyes traveled up the sculpted chest of his young friend and rested on Justin's mouth, which was curled into a sexy grin.  Again, Chris noticed Justin's nervous eyes darting from his own eyes to the scenery to the room and back to Chris' eyes.  As Justin took a deep breath, he licked his lips and then said, "Want your present?"

Chris couldn't help but laugh and nod.  It was a nervous, excited chuckle, but he couldn't stop it.  Justin was achingly close to being completely naked in front of him.  He'd seen him naked before, of course.  You couldn't help but share intimate moments when you traveled as closely as they had for the last 6 years.  But that had been a long time ago.  Justin wasn't a teenager anymore.  In addition to his already inate sensuality, the years on the road performing for screaming girls had given him a confidence that exuded from him.  No one Chris knew was immune to Justin.  Chris' stomach fluttered with excited butterflies as he drank it in.  And Justin stared back boldly, with a challenge that seemed to be written there.

"I know you watch me," he said, calmly, gripping the wrought iron of the railing.  "I've known all along."

Chris was speechless and was only able to stare at Justin as he stepped closer, within reaching distance of Chris.  The breeze whipped the curls around and Chris swore that he could see the goosebumps forming close to Justin's darkened nipples.  "I thought I'd give you what you've always wanted.  Happy Birthday."

Had he just heard that right?  Chris' brain just buzzed with confusion.  Justin wasn't gay.  He had fallen in love with Britney a few years ago and they seemed to still be very much in love.  Chris watched as Justin stepped around him and walked back into the room.  Chris followed.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he came to stand in front of Justin who was now leaning against the back of a sofa, looking a little uncertain.

"Since I first met you, I've seen the looks," Justin said, his wide eyes lingering on Chris' lips and one of his hands stroking his stomach, just above his jeans.  "I can buy you stuff, but we've all got stuff."

Chris felt hot under his friend's gaze.  He had always felt that whomever the girl was that got caught there, in that gaze, didn't have a chance in hell of leaving without having to put her clothes back on first.  His eyes were drawn to Justin's fingers, lightly caressing his own stomach and dipping below his jeans now and then.  His skin was a golden, creamy hue up close.  Chris didn't think he'd ever been that close, paying that much attention.  Before he could stop himself, his hand was on top of Justin's, now still against his stomach.  He looked into his friend's face for a reaction, but only saw Justin lick his lips again and stare back.

Chris moved his hand to stroke the hard muscles of Justin's stomach and soon had the other hand there too, clutching and rubbing.  He swore Justin was pushing back into this touch.  When he looked at Justin's face again, he saw something so beautiful.  The blue eyes Chris could fall into were closed; his lips were parted and his breath was shallow.  Then those eyes opened, and Chris felt white hot heat shoot to his groin.

Chris stepped closer and soon his fingers were softly rubbing Justin's full bottom lip.  Those lips he'd dreamed of kissing for several years parted and a hot breath slipped out in a rush.

"You're not gay," Chris whispered as he stepped closer, licking his own lips.

"That's not the point...," Justin whispered back, his natural pout making Chris' body tingle with lust.

Chris pressed between Justin's outstretched legs and buried the hand that had been at Justin's lips, in his unruly curls.  His passion was flamed by the way Justin arched his back and lifted his chin, still maintaining eye contact and parting his lips more.  Chris' senses reeled at the way this god-like boy was submitting to his touch, offering himself to him as a gift.  His free hand snaked around Justin's waist and Chris drew him closer.  As he claimed Justin's parted lips, he saw those deep blue eyes close and felt Justin's hand on his own waist.

Chris crushed him into a deep kiss, tangling his tongue around Justin's and groping at his back.  The bulge in Justin's jeans had grown and those damn hips were wantonly pressing back against his own.  When he opened his eyes to observe, he stepped back in awe of the abandon on Justin's face.  With Chris' lips surprisingly absent, Justin's eyes opened and he reached for Chris, pouting, "Don't you want it?"

Justin's face was alive, his eyes sparkling with lust of his own. Chris grabbed Justin's outstretched arm and before Justin could say anything else, he was on his back on the bed and Chris was holding him down and kissing him roughly.

Justin threaded his long fingers into Chris hair and squirmed under Chris attention, moaning his name.  That word, whispered with Justin's soft Tennessee accent, almost made Chris lose control.  He was instantly hard against Justin's thigh.  He gripped the hardness between his friend's legs and moaned as he looked at Justin's sexy grin.  He bit his bottom lip and a lusty moan escaped his lips.  Instinctively, Justin thrust into Chris hand and looked at him with hooded eyes. "Suck it.  God!" he gasped, writhing in reaction to the touches.

Chris unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on Justin's jeans and slid them down over his hips quickly.  His need for this manboy...his friend...grew by the second, as he roughly tore the jeans off and tossed them aside.  He didn't even get the boxers off before he was sucking on Justin's thick cock, devouring him with all the pent up longing he had covered with friendship for so many years.  After the initial assault, Chris yanked the boxers off roughly and caught a glimmer of fear in Justin's stormy blue eyes.

Wanting to comfort him, Chris smiled and reached up to Justin's face.  He petted those full lips lovingly, whispering, "Shhhh, baby.  It's ok.  I won't hurt you."

As he settled in to feast on every inch of his friend, Justin molded to him and spread his legs to allow Chris in closer.  Chris ran his lips up and down Justin's engorged cock.  The boy was trembling with pleasure and whimpering and gasping under him and it was a lovely site to behold.

Chris sucked him hard until Justin's hips were thrusting erotically and he was pulling Chris' hair for leverage.  The feel of Justin's cock pushing down his throat made Chris so limp with desire that he thanked God and moaned, "Fuck," even though his mouth was full.

He fucking loved Justin....every inch of his body and soul.  He climbed up his body and devoured those pink, full lips and whispered, "I love you so much.  I love my present."

Justin, surprisingly to Chris, was kissing him back with abandon and pulling the shirt from his body.  As his long fingers groped at Chris' jeans, Justin knew he had never had any idea of just how hot it could be with a guy.

The sight of Justin leaning between his own legs and the hunger on that beautiful face made Chris push his cock against his friend's lips with impatience.  He knew Justin had never sucked anyone off before.  "Can you do this?" he said, sitting up to look down at him, searching for a hint of disgust or uncertainty.  When he saw the boy lick his lips and open his mouth, he dissolved into a puddle of lust, knowing he was at the mercy of those eyes and those pink lips.  Justin looked up at him and softly kissed the end of Chris' wet tip, causing a shudder to run through Chris' body.  Justin kept experimenting, taking a little more in and gripping the base tightly.  Little by little, he watched his own cock disappearing into the most beautiful mouth he'd ever seen.  And when Justin looked up at him, questioningly, he thought his heart would explode with love and longing.  All he could do was nod and stroke the curls out of the way.

It wasn't long until Justin was able to take all of him and with a few directions here and there, Chris decided that this was something his friend would excel in too.  He was good at everything, including driving Chris into heaven with his lips.  When Justin would moan, Chris' hips would involuntarily thrust deeper into his throat and it wasn't long until he could feel the explosion nearing.  "Just, are you ready?  Do you want me in your mouth, cuz I'm...coming," Chris rasped though his panting.

"What do you want, birthday boy?" Justin said with a grin as he licked down the shaft again and went down on him again.

Chris didn't know if he could stand it any longer.  Justin's mouth was latched on to him tight and teasing him mercilessly.  "God!  You're like, so hot..." he managed to choke out.  They both laughed at the irony of that statement but Justin didn't relent and Chris came in an explosion of fire into Justin's mouth, shoving his cock down his friend's throat with each release.  Justin was swallowing it all and then in a flash, he climbed on top of Chris, straddling him, and kissing him.  Chris, needing a little rest, drew him down again and they laid together, just resting and listening to each other breathe.

He looked down at Justin, whose head was resting against his chest.  He could feel the warm breath on his neck as he slept.  Chris held him close and twined his legs around Justin's longer ones.  It had been a wonderful night so far, but one thing remained that would make it perfect and he didn't know how to broach the subject.  He could feel himself hardening as he tried to push images of fucking Justin out of his head.  It had been a wonderous, pleasant surprise to have this opportunity, but did he dare ask for more?

Justin stirred against him and began nuzzling his neck, moaning softly and pressing himself against Chris.

"Curly?" Chris whispered.

"Yeah?" Justin whispered back.

He paused then said, "This has been the best present ever."

Justin chuckled softly, against his throat, and said, "I'm glad."

"There's one more thing, though," Chris said, biting his bottom lip.

Justin's head came up and Chris found himself drowning in those dark, stormy blue eyes.  The curls were a disarray, and his lips, swollen from the kisses and blowjobs.  "What?" Justin whispered, looking at Chris intensely.

"Uh, well," Chris stammered.

Still, the blue eyes, squinting at him now, "Spit it out."

Chris closed his eyes and then opened them to see Justin smiling at him, barely able to contain the laughter.  That smile that made his heart ache sometimes because it was just so sparkly and happy and full of sunshine.

He couldn't resist kissing those smiling lips.

He couldn't resist wrapping his body around Justin and crawling on top of him, pinning his arms down.  "I want more of you," he said thickly, his hips instinctively grinding against Justin.

Understanding dawned on Justin's face and Chris pushed him down into the mattress, kissing, and pressing those pinked lips apart to explore how far his friend would let him go.  Their tongues tangled together as Justin returned the gesture, moaning softly.

Chris' hand found Justin's cock and as he stroked it between them, Justin moaned again.  Justin, barely able to speak, breathed, "You want to fuck me?"

Chris pressed his friend's thighs apart and stroked him.  All of Justin's attention was on Chris' hand as he slipped a finger inside, a little rough, making Justin gasp and arch his back.  "Yeah, I wanna fuck you," Chris whispered against the corner of his mouth.

Eye contact lasted a little less than two seconds and Justin just nodded his head and closed his eyes.  He instinctively knew he could trust Chris to go easy since it was his first time.  He could also see the longing, the craving that Chris had for this to happen.  He wasn't about to deny him this.  He rarely asked Justin for anything. Plus... he wanted it too.

When Chris dipped two fingers inside him, Justin tensed up a little and his eyes flew open.  "Relax, Curly," Chris said softly.  "Just give in to it and it'll feel good in a bit."

He felt Justin's whole body relax, so he dipped another finger in and kept about the task of spreading him.  Adjusting the angle of their hips, Chris was having a hard time holding back as his cock rested against where his fingers were.  Justin was bearing down, biting his bottom lip....and panting.  When their eyes met again, Justin just nodded again and sighed, spreading his legs further.

"I love you.  I'll be gentle.  Just relax," Chris whispered as he started to press into Justin with his cock.

A few grimaces and a little whimper and Chris was half way in.  He paused, running one hand through Justin's curls as he waited for him to get used to him inside.

Justin nodded again and locked his blue eyes on Chris' brown ones.  Chris kissed his bruised lips a few times as he kept pressing in...all the way in.  Justin's eyes closed and he held his breath.  Slowly, Chris began the rocking motion that he knew would practically drive Justin insane, once he got used to it.  Justin gasped and moaned, this time, it was less from the pain.

Justin pressed back toward Chris for the first time. Thrust.

He tangled his legs around Chris' hips. Thrust.

Chris' dark eyes bored into his with lust and love shining through.  Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Justin, clearly almost incoherent, groaned loudly, "Oh. God. Fuck. Chris."

Thrust.

Chris pushed Justin's arms over his head again and bore down.  He didn't break the rhythm once as he pinned Justin down, thrusting wildly.  He knew, somewhere in his sex crazed brain, that he'd look back at this later and marvel at the submission Justin had exhibited. He wasn't sure how he thought Justin would be, but submissive and trustingly meek weren't it.

Justin came with a loud groan all over Chris stomach as he continued to thrust with abandon.  He let Justin's hands go and he felt them resting on his hips lightly right after that.  He looked down to see Justin's long fingers gripping him and came, all of a sudden, loudly, reduced to a shuddering mass as he fell on top of Justin.  They were both bathed in sweat. Justin came again, as they rubbed their cocks together after Chris pulled out.

A few minutes later, Chris, nestled between Justin's legs still, dared to glance into his friend's eyes.  Justin parted his lips and kissed him and then Chris leaned back on his heels, just gazing over Justin.

Justin's reaction to the whole situation was to scan the room and then he turned on to his side, laughing as if to a private joke.  Chris could barely stand it as the blush in Justin's cheeks became apparent.  But his friend sat up and hugged him tight, wrapping around him as only Justin could.  He has never loved his friend more than he did right then.

"Thank you for everything, Curly.  I mean it.  I'll never forget it.  You are so beautiful," he said as he stroked Justin's cheek and kissed him again.

"You sound like a fan."

"I was your first."