Pairing: JC and Justin
Words: keep off the grass; kickass; absurdity; bony


"'Do you have the time to listen to me whine? About nothing and
everything all aaaaat once!'" Justin wanders through JC's house
singing. It's required. Like walking around nekkid the morning
after you first have really good sex with someone new.
Coincidentally, Justin is nekkid.

JC looks up from the piano, ever the polite host. "Did you and Nick
have a good time last night?"

"Nope. Terrible. Boy's straight as a rail, who'd've guessed?"
Justin sits behind JC, wrapping him in a hug. "You however, were
fantastic."

JC grins at him. "Better before I left."

"Well, yes, but you're prettier than me. And much, much sweeter."

JC frowns. "What does that have to do with it? I meant that it was
lonely after I got up, but I had to get up and come down here,
because the music is here."

Justin frowns. "I don't know?"

"Okay," JC says, satisfied with that answer. "Do you want to listen
to what I got done?"

"Yes, I do."

JC makes room for him and plays his melody. He sings along where he
has words.

Justin plays around with chords. His left hand pressing tentative
fingers against the keys. He keeps his right arm around JC.

JC nods. As Justin's bits start taking over, he begins altering the
melody, bit by bit.

Justin fades into the background to reestablish JC's melody. "Dude.
This is kickass."

"It's... it's what was in my head when you were kissing me.
Afterward. And Nick was curled up around us. Happy, warm, but sexy,
too. Just not right now sexy. Y'know?"

"Mmmhmm. Like... the potential. All that bubbly feeling before it
becomes reality?"

"No," JC says frowning. "Not the potential, because it's
*afterward*. You've already got the sexy, but it's warm. And soft.
And maybe you're going to do it again and maybe you're not, but you
still feel sexy and warm and *there*."

Justin nods. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

JC smiles at him. "So like that. Cuddling and warm and sexy and
kissing. Like you."

"Me?"

"Yes. You were there."

"I know that. But... I'm just Justin."

"And you're warm and sexy and here."

"Bony and hot and sweaty, you mean." Justin kisses JC's neck.
"Yeah, you're right. You're so smart."

JC frowns, then brightens. "Want to go back to bed? Be warm and
soft and happy and sexy there?"

"Sure!"

JC gets up. "Good."

"Very good," Justin says.

JC leads him upstairs. Nick's still sleeping in the big, soft bed.
JC curls in next to him, spooning in front of him and smiles at
Justin. "Come here?"

Justin slides into place in front of JC, reaching over him to touch
Nick softly.

Nick's mouth curves up ever so slightly in his sleep.

"Warm and good and it's the song, you see?" JC explains earnestly.

Justin nods. "Wanna kiss some?"

JC nods and touches Justin's waist, anchoring himself as he leans
in.

Justin likes kissing JC because JC's a lot more aggressive than
you'd expect. And Justin's a lot less. They balance well.

"You two are sweet together," Nick says, hand coming over and
around to cup JC's hip.  "Am I invited?"

JC smiles back over his shoulder at Nick.  "Yes."

Justin tilts his head, reaching out to rub the skin under Nick's
eyes.  "You look tired, Nicky."

"I slept," Nick says.  "You don't look any better, y'know.  Gotta
learn how to rest sometime."

Justin shakes his head, smiling at Nick.  "We were raised wrong. 
There'll be time to rest when we're dead.  Gimme kiss."

Nick pushes himself up, over JC, half squashing him into the bed. 
He rubs lazily against JC even as he kisses Justin.

JC rubs back.

Justin sighs when Nick breaks the kiss.  "Very, very nice."

"Yeah.  You are."  Nick grins at him, then pulls back and kisses JC
as well.  "Good morning, cutie."

"Good morning!" JC says when the kiss is over.

Justin laughs at them.  They're all tousled hair and shining eyes.

"So," Nick asks casually.  "Any chance maybe we could get around to
me today?  Or do I have a 'keep off the grass' sign on my butt?"

Justin rolls his eyes.  "Sure thing, Carter.  Bring that pretty ass
over here and we'll see what we can do with it."

JC feels up Nick's butt.  "No sign."

Nick laughs.

Justin laughs, too, and starts sliding down the bed.  "Hope you
like being blown, cause I don't know how to do anything else."

Nick's voice gets slower and he licks his lips.  "What if I like
getting fucked?  Do you know how to do that?"

Justin blushes.  "No.  But JC does."

JC smiles gently.  "It's not difficult.  I'll show you."

Nick lays back with a smile of anticipation, all long golden limbs.

Justin lays his head on Nick's stomach and licks at the head of his
cock.

"Not like that," JC says.

"Why not?" Nick protests in a squeak.

JC laughs.  "You wanted him to fuck you, right?"  He beckons Justin
to join him near the end of the bed.

Justin looks up, frowning.  "I don't think I should do it.  I won't
be good at it.  You do it, and I'll watch."

"You only do stuff if it's perfect?" Nick asks.  "That's not as
much fun.  Do it 'cause you like it and you wanna try it, not
because you can do it 'perfect'."

"No, I mean--"  Justin blushes bright red.  "I'm not going to be
able to... um.  To make it good for you.  I won't last."

Nick's eyes flare with heat.  "Even better."

Justin feels like a total idiot, but he moves up to JC.

"Okay," JC says quietly.  "The physical part of this is to make
sure that you're going to fit in him without hurting him.  For
that, you have lube," he hands it to Justin.  "You use it on
yourself and on him.  Stretching's good, because it feels good."

"Uh huh," Nick agrees.

"Then there's the emotional.  The mental.  I'll help with that part
so you can do the physical.  Okay?"  JC kisses Justin.

Justin kisses back, hiding his nervousness.  He's Justin fucking
Timberlake, and when he does something, he does it confidently.  So
he moves back down the bed, settling between Nick's legs.  "Okay."

JC comes and curls up next to Nick.  He pets Nick's chest as they
both watch Justin.  "He's very sexy, isn't he?" JC says.  "When he
knows what he's doing, when he pretends he knows what he's doing
and when he doesn't know.  All of them.  That way he has of tilting
his hips aggressively like you're his and you have no other option. 
The way he looks down at you through his eyelashes and smiles like
he thinks he has to win you..."  He strokes circles on Nick's
stomach.

Nick groans.

Justin starts the stretching.  Theoretically, he knows how to do
this.  In actuality, Nick's tight and hot and it's sort of
frightening.  And messy.

"Do you like the way his fingers feel inside you?" JC asks,
breathing into Nick's ear.  "You're the first person he's fingered
like this, you know.  The first one he's wanted to try it with."

Justin tries not to listen.  It makes him feel sort of dirty.  Nick
doesn't seem to mind one finger.  He likes it when Justin rubs over
the little bump that must be his prostate.  So Justin switches to
two fingers, moving slowly and carefully.

Nick moans, pushing his hips up.

Justin smiles a little and bites his lip.  It's sexy.  And kinda
funny.

"You're beautiful," JC tells Nick.  "Gorgeous spread out like this. 
May I touch you?"

"Yes, please," Nick manages.

Justin keeps working two fingers, spreading and stretching.  It
doesn't seem to be hard for Nick to take at all.

JC's fingertips trace the outline of Nick's cock, making him swear.

"C?  Do I do three?" Justin asks quietly.

"What do you think, Nick?" JC asks, stroking him gently.

"Yes.  Fuck, yes."

"I think that means 'no'," JC says, amused.

"Uh huh," Nick agrees.  "Fuck."

"Um.  What?"

JC giggles.  "Now you put your dick in him."

"Okay."  Justin pulls his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets. 
He finds a condom and puts it on, then smears lube over it, biting
his lip hard.  He's close.  This is going to be so, so fast.

JC waits until Justin starts pushing in and then wraps his hand
around Nick's cock, giving him the contact he's been wanting.

Justin sinks in, inch by inch.  And fuck, Nick is so hot and so
tight and so nice and Justin may be in love with Nick's ass.  He's
barely even aware that he's saying this out loud.

Nick is working his hips into JC's hand, lost to the world.

JC is the only one aware of them both, and he's humming with the
music this is making for him.  Beautiful and sexy and *now*.

Justin reaches out, putting his hand over JC's as he moves.  He
tries not to be too hard or too selfish, but it's all so *new* that
he can't help it.

The second hand does Nick in.  That and having to wait til morning
and being naturally horny in the morning and everything really.  He
arches his back as he comes, one arm wrapped around JC and pulling
him in crushingly tight.

Justin comes loudly.  Always.  He doesn't even try to muffle it
this time.  After, he collapses onto his side next to them.  He
barely has the energy to toss the condom.

JC takes Justin's hand and licks it clean.  "Mmm," he says, and
kisses Nick, then Justin.

He gets up out of the bed, picking up his robe and wrapping it
around himself.  He gets cold.  Then JC goes downstairs and back to
the piano.

Justin frowns at JC's disappearing figure.  "He left."

Nick wraps himself around Justin.  "Hmm?"

Justin holds Nick, as per the silent request.  "JC left."

"Going to write more music, prob'ly," Nick says sleepily, nuzzling
Justin's throat.  "He likes to do that.  Makes him happy."

"Do people usually leave after sex?" Justin asks quietly.  He pets
Nick's hair back and kisses his face.

"Some people."  Nick lifts his face for the kisses.  "Not me.  Get
sleepy.  Clingy."

Justin kisses Nick back, trying to ignore the unsettled feeling in
his stomach.

"Whassa matter?" Nick asks, eyes closed.

"Nothing, shh."  It doesn't feel right to have any complaints at
all.  Not after Nick did such nice things for him.  So Justin just
holds Nick close and closes his eyes.  "Everything is fine."

"He'll come back, y'know," Nick says, arm around Justin and
wrapping his leg over Justin's, settling in for sleep.  "Just loves
music first an' best."  He yawns.  "May have to go remind him, but
always gotta share him with music."

"I know.  Yeah."

"See?  S'fine.  Sleep with me."

"Okay.  Sweet Nicky."

Later, when JC comes back, they're both asleep in each other's
arms.  It's so perfect and beautiful that he wants to write a song
about that, too, but when Justin holds out his hand to him, JC
goes.

Justin holds JC tightly.  He's going to have to take the times when
they're his and hold them close.  And when they're not -- he's
going to have to let go.

"Love you," JC says.  "Love you like music."

"Love you, too, JC."

Nick mumbles something back, and slips an arm around JC for
safekeeping.