Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 17:19:52 -0400
From: Bryan
Subject: Justin

	This story is entirely fictional and not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of Justin Timberlake or any member of 'N Sync.

~Justin~
~Chapter One~

	"Justin!"
	"Wha.?"  Was all that Justin Timberlake could manage having just
been woken from a delightful catnap.
	"Justin, telephone!"
	Who would call me through the house phone, the guys all have my
cell number?  If it was an agent trying to get him, there would be hell to
pay.  This was a three week break from everything, the only one he got.
After the break they would be going on a world tour for a year.  Justin
flopped out of bed and headed for the stairs.
	By the time he got down the stairs and was reaching for the phone,
he had worked up a healthy head of steam.  Justin picked up the phone and
in an angry voice said, "Hello?"
	"Is that my little Justy?"
	At that sound, Justin's scowl faded and turned into a smile from
ear to ear.  "Hi, Aunt J.  How are you, I never get to talk to you lately."
	"I am fine, how are you?  I hear you are on a break for the next
couple of weeks, is that true?"
	"I am fine, and I am on a break.  Why do you ask?"
	"Well, it is just that I need a certain, loving nephew to look
after my house for a couple of days, namely you and two weeks."
	Justin thought of his aunts little cabin and the award winning
garden that surrounded it for about thirty feet.  It had beaten Martha
Stewarts gardens for the five years Justin's aunt had entered it.  It was
home to enough rare flowers that fanned out from the house that National
Geographic had taken pictures of her flowers instead of a zoo's.  Also she
was the main consultant for the Smithsonian's gardens.  Out of the back
door there was a path that weaved through the garden.  It had taken Justin
hours to figure out how to get through it when he was younger, mainly
because all the flowers were twice his height.  Just off of a path is a
pond and a natural waterfall.  The pond was always perfect for swimming, no
matter when you jump in.  It was surrounded by trees that formed a
protective barrier from the outside world.  It was the best place to just
stop and think.  When he was there two years ago, it was when he was
sitting by the stream that fed the waterfall that Justin finally admitted
to himself that he was gay.  Justin knew he would say was but decided to
milk the situation.  Justin acted like he was actually thinking of saying
no when he said, "Well, I guess I can look after that shack of yours up in
the barren north of New Hampshire for an entire two weeks."
	"Justin dear, I have got to tell you something, you can't lie for
the life of yourself and it is summer up here so it's as hot as blazes."
	"Yeah yeah, I know, but when do I leave?"
	"Well, while you were "deciding"(snicker snicker), I went online
and booked you a flight for tomorrow at ten am.  Is that too early?"
	Giving into his enthusiasm, Justin responded quickly, "No, it's too
long!"
	His aunt chuckled at her nephew's enthusiasm and told him the
flight number, airline, and the like.  "Oh Justin, there will be someone
else staying with you.  He is a little younger than you, but his mother is
a good friend of mine and you will need help to keep up my award-winning
garden.  He said he would be there by the night leave.  Can't wait to after
I see you.  Bye."
	"Bye"
	Justin hung up the phone and thought, is my aunt been setting me
up?  There is no way that she could know I was gay, I haven't even told
mom!  Oh well, I wonder if he is cute?  Justin filled his mom in on his
plans for the next to weeks.  After that, he headed for his room to pack.
His little brother was away at summer camp and wouldn't actually get back
until the middle of next week.  Well, he thought, Jon will have to live
with out me for a while.  By the time Justin had finished packing, it was
after ten and he was going to be up with the sun to get to the airport.  He
slipped into a pair of baby-blue silk boxers and got under the sheets of
his bed.  Once there he realized he needed to call the guys and tell them
his sudden change of plans.  He dialed JC on the cell, told him and asked
him to tell the others.  He said yes and Justin hung up.  Justin went off
to sleep thinking of staying in a little secluded cabin for two weeks with
a cute guy.
	Before he realized it, he was awoken by the beeping of his annoying
alarm clock.  He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and headed for the shower
in hopes of fully waking up.  Half an hour later, he was off to the airport
with a poptart in his hand.  He got to the airport, parking in long-term,
and headed to pick up his tickets.  The flight was rather uneventful and
when he got off the plain, his aunt waved him over saying, "Justy~!  Where
are you?"
	Justin spotted her and walked over.  She hugged him and asked if
his flight was okay.
	"It was just fine.  So, how long is the drive to your little peace
of heaven?"
	Justin's aunt chuckled and said, "Sheesh, you are in a hurry,
aren't you?"
	Justin smiled and headed over to the baggage claim for his two
bags.  The entire time he had been walking to airport, he noticed that he
was receiving as much attention as any other person might.  Justin liked
this; it was much better than being swarmed by thirteen-year-old girls
dying to touch him.  He asked and his aunt said, "Well, I hate to tell you,
but *NSYNC is not quite the screaming big hit out here, to say the least."
	Justin nodded and said that he liked it a lot more.  They hopped
into her gray, Honda Civic and headed for her cabin, two hours drive away.
The first hour it looked like they were going through the normal scenery,
city, cut away rock, scattered trees, strip malls, but after that, the
signs of civilization stopped.  Endless green trees stretched before
Justin, every shade and king there was.  A little after that he nodded off,
he was always prone to sleep on car rides.
	"Justin, time to wake up we're hear."
	"Wha." Justin started being woken up by his aunt.  He looked around
and saw the cabin just as he remembered it.  It was about two stories tall
with a big basement.  It was a contemporary cabin with white walls outside
and a shingle roof, windows on all sides at neat and planed intervals and a
big, red front door, as was New England tradition.  Truth told, it was
basically a normal house but Justin had called it a cabin since he was
little because it was here in the north.  It had a very nice Sony
entertainment system, a big screen TV, also Sony, a huge kitchen adjoining
a wood paneled dining room.  The dining room was finished in a Victorian
style, the table and chairs were actually from the Victorian period.  In
total it has three bedrooms and two bathrooms.  The two guestrooms are
connected via the bathroom.  His aunt helped him carry his stuff into the
first guestroom.
	Around five, they sat in the dining room having some spaghetti,
with the good china since his aunt did have a reason to take them out much.
His aunt told him that she would have to leave before down tomorrow to go
visit an old friend from college that had been the closest person she had,
minus the lady who's son would be staying with Justin.  She told him his
name was Jack and he was seventeen.  She also told him that he would be
there tomorrow night and that Jack would be staying the entire time at the
house.  After diner, Justin's aunt cleared the table with Justin's help and
showed him where her new GE dishwasher was.  She then showed him where
everything that he would need would be, washer, dryer, food, frig(since it
was covered in a wood paneling to match the rest of the kitchen), etc.
Diner cleaned up, Justin's aunt sent him to bed saying that she would at
least say goodbye to him tomorrow morning, even if he was not up.  Justin
headed up to the guest room with his bags and put some clothes away before
he went to bed.  The room was fairly simple, a pleasant pattern of
wallpaper with tiny floral arraignments and a bluish ceiling with sponged
white cloud scattered about.  The bed was covered with an off-white
comforter and underneath was a VERY nice, soft, and plush mattress with
smooth sheets.  It had a lace canopy with scenes of people strolling in the
park on it.  After he had put his clothes in the oak dresser(also
Victorian), he slid under the covers and was asleep in seconds.
	"Justin, I am leaving now.  See you in two weeks.  Bye!"
	"Wha.bye."  Was all the half asleep Justin could mutter before
falling back asleep.  He did not even hear when his aunt closed the door
behind her.  Justin woke about two hours later feeling quite refreshed and
ready to meet this Jake.  He headed downstairs, still in his baby blue
boxers, figuring that he would be the only person in the house for about
another twelve hours.  He looked in the cupboards and found a healthy
supply of his favorite cereal.  He poured himself a bowl full and sat at
the kitchen counter watching Good Morning America on a little white TV that
hang from the cupboard.  Nothing to major was happening in the world so
after his bowl of cereal, he put it in the sink and went to get dressed,
deciding to wait till dinner to load the dishwasher.  Justin figured he
would work in the garden a little so he put on a pair of old, faded blue
jeans that showed his ass off incase Jake appeared, and an old once-white
t-shirt that was a little too tight.  Dressed ready for major work, Justin
headed out to the garden.  Since he was no greenthumb, he decided to just
clean out in-between the rows of vegetables and then water them.  The
vegetables were arranged going in color of the blossoms from the kitchen
door.  Good ol' aunty to be the perfectionist in the family.  As Justin had
learned, his aunt had all the dishes quite amazingly placed so all the
little indents matched up.  Justin looked around and found where the tools
were kept, also very neatly arranged.  He started by hoeing between the
rows, turning up the new soil.  It took a surprising amount of energy and
especially time to just clean out the rows.  He was sweating like a pig and
he still had the tomatoes' area to do.  Luckily, the choices of vegetable
blossoms was limited, so the last on in the food garden was tomatoes.  Just
finishing the tomatoes, he looked at his watch and saw that it was about
noon and decided to have lunch.  He went in through the backdoor that was
right off the garden and fixed himself a quick pb & j sandwich.  He ate it
out on the porch watching the water of the pond shimmer with every passing
wisp of wind.  Justin decided to take a quick swim after he watered the
plants.  As he swallowed the last bite of his sandwich, he filled the old,
water pail with a patina twice Justin's age, and walked through the rows
watering the plants.  This again took more time than he had expected so,
about an hour later he walked into the house to go change into swimming
trunks.  His swimming trunks were really just an old pair of UNC mesh
shorts.  Justin grabbed an oversized, bluish green towel and headed for the
pond.
	The pond was just as he remembered.  There was a waterfall off to
the left when you took the path and it stood about five foot off the
surface of the water.  All in all, the pond was about thirty feet
circumference, and about fifteen feet deep in the middle.  Off to the right
there was a weeping willow with its tendrils just touching the water.  It
created a great place for even more secluded swimming and resting
considering that the willow also covered a large area of the shore.  The
pond was quite clean considering that the source of the waterfall and in
tern pond was a spring about ten feet farther upstream.  The shore was
mainly moss stretching about five feet in every direction till it reached
the trees.  The trees had been great places to hunt evil aliens when Justin
had been five or so.  Now Justin stood with one foot on each side of the
waterfall, threw the towel on the moss and dove in.  The pond was a bit
cooler than Justin thought it would be, but it felt nice all the same.  He
swam around a bit working off the dust and sweat he had accrued over the
course of the morning.  After about an hour of just swimming, Justin
decided take a few trick dives.  They were by no means complicated dives,
so after a few minutes he decided to try a jackknife dive.  He walked to
the edge with a foot on each side of the stream again, took a deep breath,
and jumped.  Sometime in the course of the dive, Justin figured he had
screwed up and not gotten enough height.  So he just pulled out and did a
kiddy dive, feet first.
	His feet hit the slimy bottom and started slipping.  Justin thought
that it was kind of nasty and started to kick so he could get up.  But when
he tried to kick he right leg, it was stuck.  He looked down to see some
waterweed thing clinging to his ankle.  He remembered yanking at the weed,
but it would not give up.  Justin began to feel light headed and then he
realized that he was about to drown and that his life was over.  The water
got darker and darker when a sudden burst of white shot toward him.  Justin
thought that it was some part of his eyes bursting with the pressure, and
closed them.  That was the last thing he did before he went unconscious.
	Justin dreamed of being in this dark world and being kissed so
gently by lips so tender that he thought them to be silk.  He heard someone
telling him to wake up, "Come on, man, wake up!"
	Suddenly Justin opened his eyes and felt someone's lips on his,
pushing air into his lungs.  His eyes focused on the most stunning set of
emerald eyes Justin had ever seen.  The eyes were all he saw when he was
turned over and patted on the back.  After coughing up a LOT of water he
was set on his back again and saw his savior.  He looked about seventeen
with dark hair a little longer than was popular and a slender face with a
beaming smile that covered most of his face.  But what drew Justin in were
his eyes.  Dark emerald eyes that were in a deadlock with his.  It seemed
that they read his mind and sole like an open book.  Slowly he began to
lose his vision again and heard a deep, sexy voice yell, "SHIT!"
	Justin didn't dream this time, or at least he couldn't remember it.
But after what seemed like ages, he began to hear a light song being played
on a flute.  It was a woodsy type of song that you would expect from the
Greek Pan in A Mid-Summer's Night Dream.  He opened his eyes ever so slowly
to see a perfect blue sky above him with only a few wisps of clouds.  Oh
shit, I died, he thought, well there goes my hopes of meeting Jake.  His
eyes focused more and he realized that the clouds were not moving, and that
they were all paint.  It was actually the ceiling of his room!
Yesssssssss, I didn't die!  Suddenly this killer pain in his head hit him
like a bulldozer when he tried to sit up.
	"Awh, what the hell happened to me?"  Justin started.
	Instantaneously, there was a hand grabbing the one on his head and
another helping him sit up.  Once he was adequately lifted there was a big,
soft, smooth pillow behind him holding him up.  Justin looked over to see
the player of the flute and his savior trying to make him drink something.
He took a little and asked sarcastically, "Haven't I had enough water
already?"
	This earned him a hearty laugh from the guy and a smile.  Those
emerald eyes shined again, but there were obvious signs the guy had been
crying.  Justin realized the guy was still holding his hand.  Just knowing
that he was holding him made Justin feel a world better.  Justin stared
into those eyes and fell in love, even if he didn't know the guys name.