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)