Dreams (3/5)
By Rin
©Rin May 2001
Feedback: Love it! Live for it! Flames will be quenched with my handy-dandy fire extinguisher (kept close at hand by the computer). Besides, feedback is what keeps me writing.
For those of you who know my writing, sorry that it has been so long since I have submitted anything, anywhere. For those of you who don’t know it, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don’t know any of the members of 98°, or their sexual preferences but I sure wish I did!! Same with *Nsync. I am making no money off of this. I am doing this for my sick and twisted entertainment as well as for those who read it. <Grin>
Archive: Only with my permission, thanks.
Special thanks to Pen for her wonderful beta and encouragement on this story.
Part 3
Justin and Nick were still rolling around on the floor. Justin cursing and growling while Nick was laughing like a loon. Drew, still confused by Jeff’s behavior, shook his head and walked out. Joey and Lance were nowhere to be seen. JC pulled Justin aside and asked him if he was in the mood to help him with some songs he was having troubles writing. This left Chris alone in the room, watching until it happened.
Yep, you got it. The Kiss. Now, we are not talking about a little peck, we are talking about one of those ‘Oh my God, I have to have you now. I don’t care if I have to go through your clothes to get it, but I am going to have it!”
“Ew! Gross guys! Go find another room besides mine,” Chris said. He stood there staring at the two men on the floor, who were showing no signs of hearing him, much less stopping. Disgusted, Chris walked out and slammed the door behind him.
Meanwhile, Drew found himself on the roof. Wondering vaguely how he had arrived here, he walked over toward the edge when he saw someone standing and watching the sun set. Raising his hands to cup around his mouth, he almost called out to the person. He then realized it was Jeff.
Stopping himself, he decided to throw caution to the wind and confront the other man about his odd behavior. He walked quietly over to where Jeff was standing and stopped next to him. He said nothing. He only stared out over the city and watched the sun descend.
After a few moments, Jeff saw Drew standing there. “Hey,” he said softly.
“Hey,” Drew replied. He reached over and put his hand gently on Jeff’s shoulder. “You want to talk about it?”
Jeff sighed. “I don’t know what to say,” he told Drew. His voice shook as he said those words and he would not look at Drew. Drew could see unshed tears in his eyes.
“Hey, man. It’s me, Drew. You know you can talk to me.”
“That’s just it. It’s you,” Jeff said softly. He laughed rather cynically at that statement. “All right, you want to know what is going on?”
“Please?”
“Fine.” With this said, Jeff reached out and put his hands on either side of Drew’s face. He gently pulled the other man toward him. He thought it rather odd that Drew did not resist. He was so close that he could feel Drew’s breath on his lips. He stopped. “I can’t.”
“I can.” Jeff heard Drew say this softly. It was then that he felt the lips touch his. It was like standing in the middle of an electrical storm. Heat and passion, all in one kiss. He grabbed Drew by the hips and pulled him in closer to him, pressing his body against the smaller man. He heard and felt Drew gasp.
Jeff used this moment to his full advantage. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue into Drew’s mouth. Drew tried to pull back at the intrusion, but quickly joined in with a relish. They were two men reveling in each others passion. After what seemed like an eternity, Jeff broke the kiss and drew in a shaky breath. “Wow.”
“Yeah. That would describe it,” Drew said. He looked up into Jeff’s eyes and smiled softly. “Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do that?”
Jeff laughed and shook his head. “Do you think that if I had known, that I would have waited this long to kiss you?”
“Kiss me? Umm, excuse me, Sugar. I kissed you, remember,” Drew said. He smiled and knocked softly on Jeff’s forehead.
Jeff chuckled. “Well, let me rectify that.” He leaned in and kissed Drew with even more fervor than before. Drew melted into the his touch and hoped that this moment never ended.
Nick had no idea why he was doing this. Here he was, one minute ago, wanting nothing more than seeing Justin Timberlake in utter and total humiliation. Now, he was kissing him like he had never kissed anyone. Justin was lying on the floor beneath him, moaning into his mouth. Nick was getting more turned on by the moment.
He began to grind his hips into the smaller man. This action earned an eager growl from Justin who reacted by kissing him back with such force that he thought he was going to choke. He pulled back and grinned. Justin was reaching for him and making small noises that were a toss up between a whimper and growl.
"Why did you stop," Justin asked, confusion written on his face.
"Justin, should we do this?"
Justin grinned. He said nothing, only lifting his hips up enough to brush the hard heat of his erection against Nick. Nick closed his eyes and shuddered at the wonderful sensation this brought on. The friction alone was almost enough to push him over the edge. He loved boxers. They were wonderful in moments like this. He never had to worry about feeling constricted, although his jeans were a bit too tight.
Before he could do anything else, he felt a strong grip around his erection, stroking it through his jeans. "You can ask that all you want, Nick Lachey. But I think the answer is rather obvious."
Nick opened his eyes and grinned at Justin. He stood up in one smooth motion. He then leaned down and picked up Justin, wrapping his arms around the smaller man and picking him up. "Your room or mine?"
"Mine," Justin said, leaning in and starting to nip at Nick's neck. "It's right through the door you are facing."
Nick said nothing further, he walked over and pushed the door open. He walked in and put Justin down on the bed. Turning away, he went and locked the door so they would not be disturbed. Turning back to the bed, he saw Justin pulling at his clothes. "Oh no you don't. That is my job," Nick said, walking over and pinning Justin's arms down.
"Oh God, Nick, don't torture me like this. I can't take it," Justin said, struggling against Nick's powerful arms. Nick, meanwhile was licking at Justin's bare shoulder, working his way down on to Justin's chest. He kissed and licked and nibbled at the pale flesh.
Justin was in ecstacy. He gasped in shock as he felt a wet heat envelope his nipple. "Oh, yes, don't stop."
Nick let go of Justin's arms and began to run his hands lightly down Justin's sides. He found the waistband of Justin's pants and quickly moved to the buttons in the front. It was times like this that he hated jeans. Popping the buttons loose, he pulled back from his ministrations and stood up. Justin was smiling at him, his eyes filled with want. Nick pulled Justin's pants off and dropped them to the floor.
Justin sat up and reached for Nick's pants only to have his hands smacked away. "Nope, you can't touch yet. I am not done with you." Justin looked up and Nick stepped away and undid his jeans. He quickly pulled them down and stepped out of them. It was at times like this that he loved his larger size.
He stepped up to the bed and pushed Justin back down. He began at the nipple he had worked to a perfect erect form and began his way down. He stopped at Justin's navel for a moment and then followed the light trail of blonde hair down until it disappeared into the waistband of Justin's underwear.
He could see Justin's arousal through the thin cotton. There was a wet patch visible where Justin was leaking precome. Justin began to move around, obviously missing the affection he had been receiving. Nick reached up and pulled off Justin's underwear in one smooth motion.
Before Justin could react, Nick swallowed him. Justin moaned loudly. "Oh, Nick. Yes, that feels so good. Don't stop!"
Feeling the younger man begin to move quicker, Nick pulled back. "Wha..?" Justin opened his eyes and sat up. "Why did you stop?"
"I don't want you to go yet. I want this to last as long as possible."
Justin laughed. "Nick, I am twenty years old. I can get off more than once in a night you know."
"I know, but making you wait to come makes for one powerful orgasm. Trust me."
"All right," Justin said. Before Nick could react, Justin reached over and yanked down his boxers. As Nicks cock sprang free from its cotton prison, Justin claimed his prize.
Nick thought he was going to pass out. Justin was wonderful! He had never had someone make him feel this way. Justin knew exactly what to do. Before he knew it, he could feel his orgasm climbing. He tried to pull away, but Justin had a death grip on his ass. He groaned and felt the surge of raw animalistic passion overwhelm him.
Justin managed to swallow all of it. Barely. He drew back, gasping for air when Nick looked down at him. Justin grinned. Nick's eyes were clouded over with post-orgasm haze. He leaneddown and kissed Justin deeply.
Nick could taste himself on Justin's tongue. He loved it. Pulling back from the smaller man, he said softly, "I want you."
Justin could have come right then and there. Nick had that after-sex husk in his voice. "Good. Come and get me."
Nick took full advantage of this invitation. He lifted the smaller man up further onto the bed and pushed his thighs apart. He kissed Justin and placed his hand between Justin's open thighs and began to explore.
Justin whimpered when Nick's finger came in contact with his puckered opening and pushed softly. Wait," Justin said. He pulled out of Nick's grasp and walked over to his luggage. After a moment of searching, he came back to bed with a tube of lubricant.
Nick grinned at him and took the tube. He applied a small amount to his finger and when Justin was beneath him again, he gently eased his finger inside. Justin gasped in pleasure. "More, please."
"All right, baby, hang on." Nick pulled his finger out and put some lube on his now hard cock and leaned over Justin. He relaxed back on his knees and pulled Justin's legs up and around his waist. He slowly began to push.
Justin was panting beneath him.
"Yes, more, please." Justin was sweating now. He was pleading with Nick and whimpering again. This drove Nick wild. He pushed himself in the rest of the way and rested for a moment.
Justin began to squirm. Nick grinned and began to move slowly. After a few moments, he picked up the pace and lifted Justin off of the mattress, to rest in his lap. Justin had his head thrown back. He was panting and gasping for air.
Justin wrapped his arms around Nicks neck, feeling the sweat there. He knew they had to be generating some serious heat. He felt wonderful. Never before had he felt like this with another man. Yeah, there had been those few times with Joey, before Lance came into the picture. But, that had just been sex, this was pure heaven.
Nick began to thrust quicker and harder, bringing louder moans from Justin. They were both close. Justin was saying something. Nick could just barely make it out. It was his name. Over and over again. "Nick. Nick. Nick."
It was in that moment that Justin came. He felt him tense up and all but scream in passion. He felt the hot fluid hit his chest once, twice, a third, and a fourth time. He started after the first shot.
Afterward, neither one of them moved for a few moments. Justin sat with his head on Nick's shoulder. Nick his head thrown back and was staring at the ceiling. "Wow."
Nick chuckled at this whispered word. "I am glad you liked it."
"It was fan-fucking-tastic. Thank you Nick." Justin lifted his head and kissed Nick softly. "I never want to move."
"Well, you may not want to, but I need to. My legs are falling asleep," Nick said with a grin. He lifted Justin off his lap and stood up. Justin stretched. Nick thought he looked like a cat made human, all sinew and sleek muscle.
Justin rose off of the bed and walked over to the bathroom door. Once there he stopped, turning to look at Nick he asked a soft question. "Are you going to join me and clean my back?"
Nick smiled and walked across the floor and into the bathroom.