Disclaimer: I don’t know anyone... I don’t pretend to know anyone.... I don’t really care if anyone is any particular ‘way’. It’s not really any of our business to begin with. ... Soooo just read it and email me you criticism. TTFN!

(((This came to me when I was watching the VMA’s I got to thinking about the Real slim shady video and the part where he chases “Nsync’s clones’... well my slashy little mind honed in on the fact that he stuck his ass in “Justin’s” face. I found the accompanying line: "My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips; and if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss “ really fueled the fire. So... here it is...

Later,

Sammymc)))

Sleeping With The Enemy

Justin Timberlake looked out through the hotel room door impatiently. He was anxious. He bounced from foot to foot, before pacing behind the door. The sound of the elevator doors opening down the hall stopped him in his tracks. He raised himself up, too once again peek through the small peephole. He watched the heard of rappers and bodyguards. They bid each other good night and each went to their individual rooms.

Justin felt his pulse quicken. The blond came closer with each second and Justin was growing impatient. It had been far too long....

“Night Dre...” the man said knocking his closed fist against the black-mans.

“Yeah see ya Em...” Dre smiled. Em pulled his card key free from his pocket. He unlocked the door stepping slowly inside. Justin pounced grabbing his shirt and throwing him chest first into the wall. The door slammed shut behind them. Justin pressed his knee to the man’s lower back. The man chuckled.

“What the fuck are YOU doing here?” Marshall Mathers spat out. Justin dropped his knee, before pressing his groin into the rapper’s ass.

“Oh nothing... just waiting to have my brain’s fucked out...” he whispered huskily thrusting forward. Eminem groaned again.

“All you had to do was ask....” he growled pushing himself backwards. He spun around and pushed Justin backwards. The youth tumbled onto the mattress. He bounced a few times before landing on his side. He propped his head up on his hand and looked up hungrily.

“Pretty please?” he pouted. Eminem grinned wickedly and was out of his clothing as quick as possible. The rapper crawled up the bed, his body still slick with beer and sweat. Justin eyed him doubtfully. The rapper grinned before yanking down Justin’s pants and pulling his t-shirt up and off. Gripping the youths hips he slid him down to the center of the bed.

Bending down the rapper let his lips roam from one piece of the boys flesh to another. His tongue darting out to tease. His lips opening to suckle... his breath both burning and cooling the damp skin. He knew exactly what he did to the curly haired adonis. The boy withered beneath him. Groaning and sighing with each passing moment. Justin arched up to meet the mouth of his lover.

“Dammit Matt... stopping teasing.. You Bastard!!” Justin yelled pulling him closer. He was soon lifting his legs at Em’s silent command. He waited and waited, knowing the older man was watching him squirm. “Now!” he yelled startling them both. Eminem surged forward, thrusting in with one fluid motion. Justin cried out again, clutching the sheets and blankets beneath him. His cries were not in pain, but pleasure. He liked it fast and hard.

Marshall Mathers found himself planting his knees in the mattress. Using Justin’s hips as leverage and slamming into his lover wildly. Justin groaned into his neck and shoulder, bucking up to meet the rapper’s hips. Perspiration coating each of the two’s flesh.

“Oh Fuck...” Justin cursed clawing at his lover’s back. The cuts only urging Eminem on more. “Harder...” Justin ordered feeling his climax gaining strength. His eyes closing. He threw his head back into the mattress as he came between them. The sight throwing Eminem over the edge as he came inside of Justin. They collapsed in a tangled mass of bodies and cum.

Justin curled up beside his lover, resting his head on the other’s taunt shoulder. Justin’s finger’s tracing the tatoos littered across the rapper’s arms and chest. “It’s a pity..” Justin whispered out of the blue. Marshall looked down at him through a post orgasmic haze.

“Why is that?” he asked. Justin looked up at the man beside him, his fingers still dancing across the skin of his chest. He stopped to pinch a nipple. Eminem hissed in half pleasure half pain.

“That tomorrow we go back to pretending to hate each other...” he replied, leaning up to capture the thin lips of the rapper. Eminem’s tongue dove deeper. The kiss broke and Em snuggled his face in the boy’s hair.

“True but there’s always tomorrow night..” he whispered biting gently on Justin’s earlobe.

“Hmmm...” the boy moaned. “I live for our nights...” he smiled kissing His love’s shoulder. Marshall pulled him closer.

“I love you JuJu...” he whispered, his eyes drooping.

“I love you to Matty...” Justin whispered falling asleep in his boyfriend’s arms.