Justin/*NSYNCer

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(insert *NSYNCer here) catches Justin jerking off (in the Quiet Room, perhaps?) and makes him finish while he watches.  They can be in a relationship or not.

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Quiet Room Coming (part one)

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Hours before the performance, JC and Lance were racing around on scooters. JC even went so far as to build ramps to jump the scooters over, while Lance served as lookout. It wouldn’t do for one of their minders to catch them doing something as dangerous as jumping scooters over concrete backstage. If one of them was injured or suffered a sprained or broken arm, wrist, or leg, there would be hell to pay,

Meanwhile, Chris had kicked Joey’s ass at a video game, after which Joey claimed Chris was somehow cheating or had otherwise rigged the game, which in turn led to Joey chasing Chris around until he caught him. Joey then lifted Chris up and spun him around until Chris threatened to throw up on his back. With Chris wriggling around and throwing Joey off balance, the pair tumbled to the floor, tussling about until Chris wrenched his ankle from Joey’s grip and ran out into the hallway. By the time Joey had gotten up, caught his breath and made it to the doorway, Chris had managed to disappear.

Further down the hallway, Chris silently opened the door to the Quiet Room and crept in, closing the door softly behind him. Through the dim light, he could just barely see Justin’s curls moving a bit over the top of one of the easy chairs.

“I was thinking of you,” said Justin, his voice sultry.

Bored with his altercation with Joey, Chris decided to play along and walked up slowly behind Justin, placing his hands on Justin’s shoulders and massaging them gently. “Oh, baby, I’ve been thinking of you, too.”

Justin suddenly tensed up and grabbed a pillow to his lap. Chris blinked his eyes, not quite believing what he was seeing.

“You were thinking of me while you were beating the Timberlake trouser snake?”

“What? No. I was. Not thinking of you.”

Chris smiled broadly, finding Justin’s discomfort quite amusing. “Then who were you thinking of?”

“No one.”

“Liar!”

(to be continued)

Quiet Room Coming (part two)

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Just then JC walked into the room. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Ah, JC. I see.”

“Chris?” asked JC, confusion on his face.

“I see JC.”

Moving closer to the pair, JC asked Chris pointedly. “What are you doing in here? I thought you were banned from the Quiet Room for life or something.”

“I’m learning new and interesting things about my friends.” Still on the couch, Chris was now bouncing on his knees with the excitement of his discovery of Justin’s secret crush. “So tell me, truly. Did MMC really stand for the Mutual Masturbation Club?”

JC walked over to Justin’s chair, sitting on the chair arm and placing his arm across Justin’s shoulders. “Well, they did want us to. I mean, it was a kid show and they couldn’t have all us teens sporting woodys.”

“Well, don’t stop on my account, J. Go right ahead.”

“No way.”

“Come on. I know how you love an audience.”

“Not while I’m taking care of business! Go away!”

“Nope. Not till you finish,” Chris teased.

“You better hurry up,” urged JC. “We have to be on stage in a few minutes.”

Turning his attention to JC, Chris asked, “So you don’t before?”

“No. I’d just get it back onstage anyway.”

“Ah, so after.”

JC smiled, “Yeah, after is amazing.”

“Watching before doesn’t sound so bad either.”

“Well, I do like to encourage him,” JC said with a wink.

Standing up before Justin, Chris ran his hand over his own crotch. “Y’all can rub this before the show if you want. They tell me it’s lucky.”

“Not helping!” yelled Justin.

“Then tell me, what would help? I just want to help,” insisted Chris. “You believe that don’t you? That I only want to help?” As he spoke, Chris crawled closer and began walking his fingers underneath the pillow Justin was using to hide his hard on, until Justin slapped his arm.

“No touching!” yelled Justin.

Chris moved a single finger to his lips, reminding Justin, “Quiet Room. You don’t want Joey and Lance in here, too. Do you?”

Justin sighed, moving his hand slightly beneath the pillow.

Chris quickly grabbed the pillow away, watching Justin stroking his cock.

“Are you sure we can’t help? I mean, we want to make sure you’re ready for tonight’s performance. And the show later, too.”

Justin finally laughed and poked his tongue out at Chris. “Sure you can help. Kiss JC.”

“What?”

“Supply me with live man porn. Kiss JC. I want to see tongue. And skin.”

JC was already unbuttoning his shirt and moving closer. Justin watched eagerly as JC took Chris into his arms, kissing him fully on the mouth. It unnerved Chris a little that Justin had turned the tables on him, but JC’s lips were full, wet and hot. All things considered, it wasn’t so bad, so Chris leaned into the kiss and stroked JC’s back.

From the corner of his eye, he watched Justin stroking his cock more quickly now. When JC began moaning, Justin was soon moaning in harmony. Chris hummed along as JC began rubbing his cock through his jeans. He was beginning to think this would be a better pre-show tradition than kicking around the hacky sack.

It all ended too soon, with JC stroking Chris’ hair and smiling at Justin. “We all better get ready for the show.”

Chris slowly looked over at Justin, who had just the hint of sweat glistening on his skin, then back at JC, “Maybe we can do this again sometime?”


~~~END~~~

Re: Quiet Room Coming (part two)

[my-writez.livejournal.com]

Oooh! Hotness!

Re: Quiet Room Coming (part two)

[jacie3.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it! ;)