Pairing: Chris and Justin
Words: ointment; down under; wet; fuzzy


Justin has a rash.  There's nothing wrong with having a rash. 
People get rashes.  Especially people who spend extended periods of
time dancing under hot lights and sweating.  Wet skin abrading
against clothing equals rashes.

He just wishes Chris would stop teasing him about it.

"Heh.  How's you doin', Infant?  You still all itchy down under?"
Chris asks as soon as the other guys are out of the room.

Justin gives him a sour look.  "Yes."

"Did you put the ointment on it?" Chris asks, mock seriously and
wagging his finger in Justin's face.  

"Yes, mom."

"Are you sure?"  

"Why?  You got some sort of sick desire to rub it on for me?"

"I would.  Just for you, baby."  

"I dunno if that's sweet or creepy, but either way, go away."

"Why?" Chris asks, crowding Justin back into a corner.  

"God, you're annoying."

"What's your point?"  

"Why're you trying to crawl all over me?"

"Because you're so hot?"  

Justin snickers.  "Yeah, right."

"You're not?" Chris asks in amazement.  "Wait... Who are you and
where's Justin Timberlake, Supah Stah?"  

Justin rolls his eyes.  "I *meant* that *you* don't think I'm hot."

"Of course I do.  Now that you're not jailbait."

"Chris, I'm so itchy I keep trying to scratch my balls off, and I
made JC cry.  I'm *not* sexy right now."

"You're always sexy, Justin.  You just don't know it."  Chris hugs
him.  "C'mon.  We'll kick JC over to Lance and Joey's bus.  You can
lay around all nekkid."  

"And you won't make fun of me?"

"No, I won't.  I'll even lay around nekkid with you, so you can
make fun of me."  

"Okay."

Chris grins.  "Just don't call me Fuzzy."  

"Why would I do that?"

"Gee, guess."  Chris kisses Justin lightly.  "You okay?"  

"Confused."

"In a bad way?"  

"I don't know yet."

"Wanna go to the bus and find out?"  

"Yeah."

"Thank God," Chris says, letting out his breath explosively. 
"Dude.  I was so afraid you were gonna freak at the very thought." 


"At the thought of *what*?  Dude, I've been to the bus with you a
hundred million times."

"I kissed, you though.  And now I'm going to see you all naked and
pretty and stuff."

"Whoa."

"Yep.  You still okay?"  

"Probably."

"Wanna try it and find out?"  

"Yeah."

"Cool."  

Justin pushes at Chris.  "Go tell JC he's riding with Joey and
Lance."

Chris happily runs after JC.  

Justin laughs, genuinely in a good mood for the first time since
the second costume change, when the rash'd started making its
presence known.

Chris easily convinces JC to spend the night on the two-man bus. 
It's not so easy to convince Joey and Lance.  Finally, Chris pulls
the age card and the fact that Justin's all miserable.  And then he
pays them.  That works.  Chris bounces back to the dressing room. 
"All worked out!" he yells, bursting in.  

There's no one there.  Justin has convinced their security to
smuggle him out to the busses early.

Chris frowns and runs to the busses.  "Justin?" he calls from the
door to the bus.  "You in there, or did some teenybopper kidnap
you?"  

"Back here!" Justin hollers.

Chris sighs in relief and climbs onto the bus.  He sheds clothes as
he heads for the back lounge, and arrives there naked.  "Ta da!"  

Justin claps.

Chris grins.  Then frowns.  "Why aren't you naked yet?"

Justin looks down.  "What?  There's some sort of no-sock rule?"

"Yes."  

"Okay, fine."  Justin bends over and pulls his socks off, then wads
them up and throws them in the direction of the bunks.  "Better?"

"Yes."  Chris sits next to Justin.  "Feel better?"

"No."

Chris frowns.  "Maybe a breeze on it?"  

Justin spreads his legs and lies back.  "It'll probably be just
fine once it dries out some.  If I can keep from scratching my skin
off."

Chris sets up the small fan to send a breeze against Justin's
crotch.  Then he tugs until Justin's laying back against him
instead of the couch.  "There.  That help?"  

"No," Justin says, resting his head against Chris' shoulder. 
"About the same, really.  Except the fan's kinda annoying.  But I
like the part where you're cuddling me."

Chris laughs and reaches out, turning off the fan with his toes. 
"Okay."  He hugs Justin back against him tight.  

Justin sighs, wrapping his hands over Chris' forearms.  "Yep.  This
is the good stuff."

Chris dips his head and kisses slowly up Justin's shoulder and
neck, ending just behind his ear.  

Justin shivers.  "Chris?"

"Yeah, Justin?"  

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Kissing you."  

Justin twists his head and lunges, catching Chris' lips with his
own.  Chris has the advantage here, and he can get away from Justin
any time he wants just by turning his head, but Chris isn't.

Chris leans forward, making it easier to kiss.  "Yes.  Like that,"
he murmurs when they break apart.  "Just like that."  

"Oh, fuck," Justin says.  He's panting.  "You... God.  This isn't
just a sudden impulse."

"How could you tell?" Chris asks, smiling against Justin's temple. 


"You kiss like you mean it," Justin says simply.

"I mean it," Chris agrees softly.  "That okay with you?"  

"Maybe," Justin says softly.  "Not sure yet.  That okay with you?"

"Of course."  

Chris nuzzles Justin's ear, kissing there softly.  

"I don't think I'd be okay with it if I were you," Justin says,
leaning his neck to the side for Chris.  "I dunno if I could do
what you're doing."

"Kiss Justin?  If you were me, I'm pretty sure you could happily do
what I'm doing."  Chris kisses some more, tasting Justin's skin,
still salty with the aftermath of the show.

"Nah," Justin says, giggling as Chris licks a particularly ticklish
spot.  "I'm not *that* in love with myself."

"If you were me, you wouldn't be you," Chris points out.  "Um. 
Dude, will you mind if my, um, interest -- heh.  Peaks?"  

"Peaks as in...?"  Chris rolls his hips and Justin bites his lip. 
"Oh!  Um, no.  S'okay."

Chris smiles.  "Let me know if you get scared of my huge manliness,
and I'll put on pants or something."  

Justin snorts.  "Dude, you're not *that* big."

Chris grins.  "You've been looking!"  

Justin wiggles his butt.  "I don't *have* to look."

Chris laughs warmly.  "Dude.  You're so fun."  

Justin worries his lip.  "Girl moment here.  That's not why, is it? 
'Cause I'm fun and if I wasn't fun, then you'd be all naked with
someone else?"

"Nope.  It's 'cause you're Justin.  And not Justin Timberlake,
either.  Justin."  

Reassured, Justin smiles.  "Huh.  Y'know, they have a Justin in 98
Degrees, too."  He unclasps Chris' hands from around his waist.

Chris doesn't fight Justin, though he could.  "Yes.  But he's not
my best friend."  

"Well, that's good," Justin says, pushing Chris' hands down until
he's got one on each thigh.  "If it's a best friend fetish, then I
just gotta worry about JC and Lance and Joey."

Chris rubs his fingers in little circles, feeling crisp hair tingle
at his fingers.  

Justin doesn't have anywhere to put his own hands now, but he
doesn't care.  "Feels like you're holding me open," he says,
looking down at Chris' hands.  "I like it."

Chris curls his fingers over the inside of Justin's thighs.  "Yeah? 
Sweet."  

"Yeah.  've had like a hundred fantasies about you.  Used to have
a crush on you."

"But you don't anymore?" Chris asks, nuzzling at Justin's shoulder
and watching his hands as he moves Justin's legs farther apart a
millimeter at a time.  

"N-no.  Figured it was a kid thing.  Grow up around hot, sexy,
dangerous, funny man -- have crush on hot, sexy, dangerous, funny
man.  Knew you didn't notice or would just think it was funny if
you did.  Thought it was better to get to be your friend."

"Mmm.  I noticed you.  Before I should've.  Way before I
should've," Chris admits.  

"Chris!"

"What?" Chris asks distractedly.  He's busy studying Justin's cock. 


Justin's not sure whether to be glad that no one's touching his
cock or trying to get a hand around it and starting jerking. 
"Nothing.  You're just making me horny."

"Is that bad?"  

"Not *yet*."

"Would you mind if I touched you?"  Chris hand hovers just over
Justin's cock, making his intent clear.  

"Oh, fuck."  Justin's head lolls back.

"Um.  I'm going to say that's a yes."  Chris gently lifts Justin's
cock aside and looks at his balls, then cups them equally gently. 


"No, no, no!"

Chris moans against Justin's skin, but draws his hands away.  

Justin lies there, breathing hard.  So close.  Chris was doing so
little, and he's still so fucking close.

Chris is breathing just as heavily, eyes pressed against Justin's
shoulder.  He's so hard he can barely think.  "I'm sorry," he grits
out.  

"No.  No, it's not that.  Don't be sorry.  Just... if you keep
touching me like that, I'm gonna just go off.  And that'd be
fucking embarrassing.  I liked it though."

"Why is that embarrassing?" Chris asks.  

"'Cause it's my first time.  Um.  My first time with you.  I want
more.  Fun stuff.  Y'know?"

"There'd be time after," Chris says.  "You're young.  I'm a sex
god.  We could go again."  

"Yeah?  'Cause I really liked that.  How you were kinda exploring. 
It was good.  Real good."  Justin shivers.

Chris smiles happily and touches Justin again.  His cock is hard
and leaking against Justin's back.  "Yay."  

Justin throws his head back and concentrates on breathing.  "Uh
huh."

"Fuck, you look so hot," Chris moans.  "Oh, Jesus, you're so hot." 


"Not.  Just lying here.  You're, oh fuck, you're the hot one."

"Oh, look at your hips," Chris breathes, watching Justin move up
into his hand.  

Justin whimpers.  When Chris doesn't say anything else after a
minute, Justin whimpers again.  "Please keep talking, Chris. 
Please?  Sounds so good, you talking about me."

"You're so good at this," Chris praises.  "The sweat on you -- you
just shine.  So fucking pretty and all mine tonight."  He firms his
touch, stroking Justin in earnest.  "And gonna come for me," he
moans, "Oh, yes, please come for me, baby.  Just for me.  All over,
wanna see you come all over, and then I'm gonna come, too.  Fuck. 
Look how good your cock looks in my hand."  

"No," Justin protests, even as he's working his hips up into Chris'
hand.  "Don't want you to just come.  Want it to be *good* for you. 
Want you to want to do it again."

"I want to," Chris promises.  His hips slam up against Justin's
back.  "Oh, fuck.  Whenever you'll let me, baby."  

That's so hot, so fucking hot.  Justin whines high in the back of
his throat and comes into Chris' hand.  Wonderful hand, smart,
talented hand that knows just how to get all the little aftershocks
out.  Justin just wishes he was more experienced, better at this,
so he could make this better for Chris.

Chris bites lightly at Justin's shoulder as he comes.  Justin's
body, spasming against his, is just too much.  

Justin turns over as soon as Chris comes and buries himself in
Chris' arms, head hidden against Chris' shoulder.

Chris pants for a long moment, petting Justin over and over. 
"Perfect," he sighs out, finally.  

"Yeah."

"Justin?"  

"Yeah?"

"You're my best friend.  And, damn, baby.  I adore you."  Chris
gently lifts Justin's chin and kisses him lightly.  "Okay?"  

"Yeah.  And, um, me too."  Justin ducks his head as soon as Chris
will let him.

"What's wrong, baby?"  

"You, um, still wanna do it again with me?"

"Yes," Chris answers quickly.  "Yes."  

Justin tilts his head back and gives Chris a tiny, uncertain smile. 
"Everybody wants to fuck me, but I think that's mostly so they can
say they had Justin Timberlake.  You're Chris, and that's
different.  Scary-different kinda."

"I understand that, baby.  I mean -- the only people who want to
fuck me are fucking NSYNC by proxy.  And you're different.  And it
is scary.  We'll just go slow and make it work out right in the
end."  Chris smiles back for a second, then kisses Justin softly. 
"You're really perfect when you come, you know."  

"I don't want slow.  I want *you*."

"You've got me, however and whenever you want."  

Justin scowls and pokes Chris in the chest.  "That's not you. 
You're difficult and demanding and mean and annoying.  And really
hot.  'specially when you start saying stuff."

Chris laughs.  "You don't want me because I wasn't mean to you?"  

"No, stupid.  I want you.  I want you more than anything.  I just
don't want you to be all smooshy and un-Chris and telling me I can
have whatever I want."

"Well, you can.  I'm post-coital.  Any other time, I totally
wouldn't tell you that.  But you really can.  I'll just whine and
stuff while I do it."  

Justin grins.  "Okay.  I can deal with that."

"Good deal," Chris says happily.  "Damn good deal."  

"So, um.  Can we move onto the sex-having portion of the evening?"

"Oh.  Let me think... yes."  

Justin giggles.  "Can we lie down then?  I kinda wanna look at you,
too."

"Yes.  You can look at me all you want.  Just, like, ignore the
fuzzy parts and the parts that are, like, overly tattooed or
whatever."  

"That's some of the best stuff, though."

"Oh.  Well, then, carry on.  Worship at the altar that is
Kirkpatrick."

Justin snickers, but sits up so Chris can lie down.  Chris looks up
at him with big dark eyes.  Chris' soft smile in no way disguises
his intent eyes, and Justin bites his lip to keep himself from
blushing.  He's seen Chris' body before, of course.  Bits and
pieces here and there.  But he's never had the right to stare at it
or touch before.

Chris flushes when Justin stares at him.  "Um.  Yeah, okay.  Just. 
Yeah, whatever."  

"What?  I didn't say nothing."  Justin's eyes move over Chris'
chest.  He runs his hand over it as well, getting the feel of
Chris' lightly furred skin and what makes Chris suck in his breath.

"N-nevermind."  

Down over Chris' slightly paunchy stomach, which trembles under
Justin's touch like Chris is ticklish, except Chris is never
ticklish, no matter who's doing the tickling.  Then even further
down, and Justin's eyes drop right to Chris' cock.  He sucks in his
breath.

Chris's breath hisses out from between his teeth.  "Oh," he
mumbles.  

"Can I?"

"Yes," Chris says hastily.  

Justin slumps down until he's looking at Chris' cock and nothing
else.  It's nice-shaped, he thinks, for a cock, although he
wouldn't know really what one is 'supposed' to look like.  Using
himself as a standard, Chris' dick is a lot different that his own. 
Fatter.  Like it means business.  And hard.  He leans over and
licks it.

Chris's hands spasm on the couch cushions.  "Justin," he moans out. 


"This is still okay, right?"

"Oh, yeah.  You'n do that lots and lots," Chris says, grinning.  

Justin nods and goes back to what he was doing.  Tasting Chris. 
Concentrated Chris, since Chris already came and all.  It's not
unpleasant, especially not with how Chris is making little sounds
like it's so good he can't stand it.  Finally, he sits up,
regretful, having done something more than taste it.  "I'm sorry,"
he says.  "I've never done, y'know, *that* before and I don't
really wanna.  It'd be cool to, y'know, feel it in my mouth, but
that'd just be teasing if I'm not gonna actually do anything."

Chris laughs softly.  "Baby, you can do whatever you want.  You
told me, so it's not teasing.  If you wanted to, like, just feel
it, you can.  I'll tell you if I'm close to coming."  

"Really?"  Justin's expression is a cross between excited and
nervous.

"Yes.  But you don't *have* to do anything."  

"I know *that*.  I just didn't wanna be all rude and cock-teasing
and stuff."  Justin grins and leans over, sucking the head of
Chris' cock into his mouth.

Chris breathes deeply and reminds himself not to grab Justin's
head.  

It's strange having Chris' dick in his mouth.  He hollows his mouth
to take it in, lipping at the head.  Concentrated taste of Chris
and it maybe should be gross, but it isn't.  He sucks on the head
for a moment to get used to, but then goes a little deeper.  He
knows the head's too sensitive to play around with even if he's a
little nervous about taking more than that in.  He does, though,
because he wants Chris very badly.  Like seeing Chris and touching
him everywhere will put Justin's stamp on him and make Chris *his*.

Chris breathes shallowly.  "Yes, like that," he says.  "Feels so
good, baby."  

He's barely doing anything!  Justin has no idea how Chris could
like this.  Chris is probably just trying to make him feel better. 
He decides to see how much he can comfortably take, and inches down
little by little.

Chris tips his head back.  He can't watch, he just can't.  It's too
much.  "Yes, baby.  Yes, that's good.  Watch the teeth -- yeah,
like that, Jesus."

Justin is more careful of his teeth after Chris warns him, but he
doesn't see how anyone could do this fast and quick and hard
without nicking something important.  Obviously people *do* pick up
the skill, kinda like he 'picked up' dancing, but it's not easy. 
He tries though, bobbing his head slowly, trying it out.

"Yeah, that's good."  Chris gently strokes Justin's hair.  "That's,
uh.  Real good."  His hips buck, just a little, and Chris has to
force himself to still again.  

He tries to go faster and accidentally takes it too deep and gags. 
Justin pulls back, wiping his mouth.  He was drooling around Chris'
cock.  "You don't have to say that.  I know I'm no good at it."

Chris cups Justin's cheek.  "You are good.  I'm not saying you're
perfect or whatever.  But you haven't bitten me or thrown up or
declared it disgusting.  You're doing very, very good."  His thumb
traces around Justin's lips.  "So fucking hot."  

Justin sucks Chris' thumb into his mouth and sucks on it, trying to
show Chris how he would have liked to suck his dick if only he was
good enough.

Chris whimpers out Justin's name.  

Justin lets go of Chris' thumb.  "I just want to, y'know.  Do
things right."

"Justin, just about anything you do is going to be right."  

He nods, biting his lip.  He can believe Chris' half-lidded eyes,
but the reassurances themselves are too global to ring true. 
"More?"

"Yes.  Uh, if you want.  Yes.  You can, if you want, uh."  Chris
spreads his legs a little. 

"I wanna touch you," Justin says, putting his hand on Chris' thigh. 
Chris has his legs open and, oh yeah.  If Chris ever lets him fuck
him, there's the place.

"You can touch me anywhere."  Chris looks at Justin's intense face. 
"And I mean *anywhere*."  

Justin swallows hard, and lies down between Chris' legs.  Touches
Chris' balls, which are pulled tight against his body, for a long
while.  When he moves his fingers down, he tries not to tickle, but
it's hard to make his fingers stay steady as he gets nearer.  And
then he's touching Chris' asshole.  He bites his lip again and
pushes his finger in a little.  OhJesusFuckGod, that's hot.

Chris smiles at the look on Justin's face.  He relaxes and pushes
down, taking Justin's finger in a little more.  

"Chris!"

"Yeah, Justin?" Chris replies, grinning.  

"You like this."

"Yes, I do," Chris admits, still grinning.  He pushes down more.

Justin's heart is in his throat.  "Chris, I want.  I want..."

"Justin, would you fuck me, please?" Chris asks.  

Justin pulls back, shocked.  He wraps his arms around his chest. 
"Chris, no.  I can't.  What if I... no.  I can't."

Chris sits up, hugging Justin close.  "You won't hurt me.  I'd tell
you what to do, baby.  But I can wait, really."  He cradles Justin
against his chest and hopes he hasn't really fucked up.  "You're
worth waiting for."  

Justin resists being pulled at first, but Chris can cling like
nobody's business and after a few seconds, he gives in.  "I don't
wanna do that to you.  Not until... not until you've done it to me. 
I..." he's at a loss for words.  "I... just know that you... you're
special.  Better than special.  You're Chris.  I want you above me. 
Taking care of me.  Doing stuff.  I don't wanna... I *can't* just
do that like that."  He's frustrated.

Chris kisses Justin's forehead.  "I get that, baby.  I was the same
way.  And that's good, too.  That's good, baby."  

Justin relaxes.  "S'okay then?"

"Oh, yeah.  Like I said, baby.  Anything you want."  

"Maybe I don't want it to be anything I want.  Maybe I want you to
want stuff," Justin says against Chris' chest.

Chris kisses Justin again.  "Honey, I'm getting everything I want. 
What I want eventually?  I want to be with you for a long time.  I
wanna fuck you and have you fuck me.  I wanna suck your cock and
watch you come.  I want to sleep with you.  And then I'm going to
make you laugh and freeze your underwear because it's only fair." 


Justin snorts, then giggles.  "Okay.  That's better.  I don't want
you to stop being Chris.  I like you being Chris.  I just... when
you say you'll do anything I want, it makes me feel like I'm
saying, 'I'm Justin Timberlake and you're gonna get on your knees
and suck me' or something.  And it's just.  Ew.  Bad."

Chris considers.  "Will you wear the tiara?"  

"Chris!"

"What?  It'd be kinky!"  

Justin grins against Chris' chest.  "Oh, all right then.  But only
'cause you want me to."

"Sure thing, baby.  Sure thing."  

"So.  You promised me more sex.  Start with the sex-giving," Justin
says and pokes Chris in the ribs.

Chris rolls his eyes.  "Yes, master."  And then he tackles Justin
back onto the floor and goes down on him.  

Justin's still giggling when he comes, and Chris seems grateful
when Justin returns the favor.

Chris sighs and hauls Justin up onto the couch.  "There.  Rash
still bothering you?" he asks.  

"Um."  Justin thinks about it.  "Maybe?  But I don't care anymore."

"I am a god!" Chris yells.  

Justin snickers and starts tickling Chris.  "Okay, god.  Start
thinking of a way to explain this to JC.  Or get him to move
permanently."

Chris squirms and makes roaring sounds at Justin.  

"'Cause I don't know about you, but I don't want an audience when
you fuck me."

"He won't care!" Chris says, trying to wiggle away from the
tickling fingers.  

"I will!"

"But he won't *listen*," Chris says.  

"No, he'll just walk back and ask if we've seen his pencil right
when we're, y'know."

Chris pins Justin's hands and then hugs him close.  "To be honest,
I'd want to be in a hotel or home the first time for you.  The bus
rocking at an inopportune moment could make the whole thing a
nightmare.  I don't intend to hurt you.  After all, I am a sex
god."

Justin bites Chris' neck.  "Okay.  I can deal with that.  The hotel
part, since we aren't gonna be home any time soon."

Chris shivers.  "Cheater.  Yeah.  It's just better if you don't
have to worry about that shit."

"*I'm* not gonna worry about it at all.  I've got you and you're a
sex god.  I know it'll be good."

"Darn tootin'."