Title: Near-fatal Shave
Fandom: Nsync slash
Email: firstname.lastname@example.org -- feedback of all kind appreciated, flames will be forwarded around and laughed at.
Summary: Justin gets an idea from watching porn and asks Chris to help.
Rating/Classification: R-ish, probably. Humor.
Disclaimer: This is fiction, therefore it didn't really happen. No harm/libel intended. I hold no responsibility if you read this and are not legally able to.
Chris walked into Justin's hotel room, chewing, and found that he was the last to arrive at the weekly ritual of getting together and watching a movie. He glanced over at the television and caught a close-up of a couple having sex.
"Dammit! I'm eating here!" He walked a few steps back into the other room and quickly finished his sandwich. He walked back in and they all snickered at his scrunched up, annoyed face.
"I thought we were going to watch a movie," Chris said. "What the heck is this?"
"It's the porn channel," Justin said and scooted over on the couch so Chris could sit down.
"How did -you- get the porn channel?" Chris asked.
"I don't know. It was just there when I turned on the TV," Justin said.
Joey was enjoying himself, lounging on the recliner eating popcorn, but wasn't getting off on it -- he would laugh and make silly comments whenever the girl said something like "Fuck me harder" or when the guy made an attempt at acting. Lance was reading a book, obviously put off by the fact that they weren't going to watch a movie as planned. Justin, although his head was turned towards the TV, didn't seem to be paying attention. It was like he saw the debauchery taking place, but was deep in thought about something else. JC was the only one who looked interested. He kept his eyes on the screen, even when he was talking to someone, and every once in a while his hand would slide down and touch the inside of his thigh. Chris guessed that he would probably head back to his room soon and take care of the problem that was now making him press his thighs together and squirm in his seat on the floor.
Chris settled into the couch and prepared himself for a night of boredom. He feigned interest in the porno for a while, but soon thought about whacking JC over the head with the VHS tape that they wouldn't end up watching, because it was probably his idea to watch porn instead. He was relieved when Justin finally sat up and sighed.
"Why do all the guys in pornos have their balls shaved?" Justin asked, and even JC turned around to laugh at him.
"It supposedly makes your dick look bigger," Joey said and threw popcorn at him.
"Really? Hmm." Justin was silent for another minute or two, then stood up and said, "I'll be back in a little bit."
"You're not gonna..." Joey said. But Justin didn't answer and walked toward the bathroom.
"Yep, he's gonna," Lance said.
"Somebody better go help him," Joey said. "He's going to hurt himself."
"Not me," Lance said.
"Huh? Uh, no," JC said and leaned forward to cover his lap with his arms.
"Chris. You go check on him," Joey said, still grinning.
"He'll be fine," Chris said and pulled his legs up onto the couch.
"Somehow I doubt that," Joey said. "And can't you just see the tabloid headlines? 'Justin Timberlake rushed to hospital after near-fatal shave' -- the media would have a field day."
Chris folded his arms and frowned.
"At least go try and talk him out of it," Joey said.
"Hrmph." Chris rolled off the couch and walked to the bathroom.
"That is one brave man," Lance muttered.
Chris knocked on the door, which was not quite shut, and it opened slightly. "Justin?" He peeked in and saw Justin standing near the sink, pants at his ankles, skinny white ass bared to the world.
"Chris!? Get out of here!"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm shaving. Now -leave-."
Chris placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him around. "Do you even know what you're doing? You've barely ever had so much as a little chin fuzz, how do you expect to shave -down there-?"
Justin covered himself with a towel. "Shouldn't be too hard."
"Look, if you don't do it right, you might end up cutting yourself," Chris said.
"C-cutting myself? Umm..."
"Yeah, and you know how much it hurts when you nick your face with a razor, so how do you think it's going to feel on the family jewels?"
"Exactly. So put that razor down, pull up your pants, and get back out here," Chris said. He turned to walk out of the bathroom, but Justin stopped him.
"Will you help me?"
"You want me to shave you?" Chris said, and looked like someone had just asked him to jump out of a plane.
"Yeah, would you? So I don't cut myself?"
"Justin. No, I--"
"Please?" Justin whined, giving Chris the patented Timberlake puppy-dog eyes.
And how could he resist. "All right," Chris said, grabbing the towel covering Justin. "But you -owe- me for this -- big time."
Justin smiled, but it faded as Chris tilted his head to study his pubic area.
"Okay, so we probably want to trim most of this off first. You got any scissors?" Chris said.
"Um, yeah. Check in my shaving kit," Justin said.
Chris pulled out the scissors and knelt in front of Justin. Justin shivered slightly, tightened his grip on the sink, and held his breath as Chris placed a steadying hand on his hip.
"You trust me?" Chris asked, his hand sliding inward.
"Yeah? Uh, yeah."
"Then relax. I'm not going to hurt you."
"You try to relax when you've got a sharp object headed for your crotch."
"Just work with me. This isn't going to be easy if you can't stay still."
Justin nodded, and Chris cupped him gently with one hand and sheared off the light brown, curly hair. He then asked for a towel wetted with warm water and held it against Justin's testicles, hoping to soften the hairs that still needed to be shaved off. All the while Justin bit his lip and tried not to think about how good his nether regions were feeling.
"Oh-kay, I'm going to ingore the fact that your thingy just hit me in the nose," Chris said and frowned, but tried not to blush. "Hand me the shaving cream and a razor."
Chris lathered him up and gently moved the razor across Justin's skin. Justin grabbed hold of his shoulder and laughed, and his penis twitched at the scratchy new sensation.
"Dammit Justin! If that thing bonks my nose one more time I'm gonna -squeeze- and it's not going to feel good," Chris said.
Justin's giggling tapered off. "Okay, okay. I'm -sorry-. It just...tickles."
Chris continued to shave, having Justin rinse the razor every few strokes. Justin grunted and tried to stay still.
Chris wiped off the leftover shaving cream, then stood up and set the towel on the counter. "Okay. All done. You might want to put some lotion or something on those later." He looked up at Justin, who was grinning at him. "What?"
Justin held Chris' face and leaned down to kiss him. Chris tentatively held on to Justin's waist, and opened his mouth when he felt the light pressing of Justin's tongue. Justin broke the kiss slowly, his bottom lip sliding out from between Chris' lips. "Thank you," Justin said. He reached down to touch himself, rolling his fingers over the now hairless, soft skin. "It feels nice."
"Yeah," Chris said, feeling heat creep up his ears and to his temples.
"C'mon. I wanna show the guys," Justin said. He pulled his pants up and pecked Chris on the cheek. He strolled out of the bathroom, pants still unzipped. Chris followed close behind, grinning.
"Hey guys! Wanna see?" Justin asked.
"Do we have a choice?" Lance groaned and set down his book.
"Where's JC?" Justin asked.
"He said he was tired, but I think he just needed some privacy, if you know what I mean," Joey said and winked in exaggeration.
Justin pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs and held his still-hard penis against his stomach so they could get a good look at Chris' handiwork. "See?"
"Umm. Okay," Lance said, looking briefly. "Just promise I won't have to see it again," he said and picked his book back up.
Joey looked and winced. "You know that's going to itch tomorrow, don't you?"
"Shit," Justin said. "I didn't even think of that."
"And if you want to keep them like that, you'll probably have to shave them almost every day," Joey added.
"Damn," Justin said, sitting down on the couch, his manhood still on display.
"Okay, I'm out of here," Lance said, yawning. He patted Justin's shoulder before leaving. "I think I've seen enough cock for the night."
"Me too," Joey said, following Lance out the door. "I don't need to watch any more of this bad acting." He grinned and pointed to the TV. "Plus I don't want to watch Justin fondle himself the rest of the night."
At that, Justin stopped touching himself, and tucked himself back into his pants. "Sorry," he said.
"Chris doesn't seem to mind though," Joey said and closed the door behind him, smiling.
Justin looked over at Chris, who was licking his lips. "Do you mind?" he asked.
Chris jumped the three steps it took to get to the couch, and knelt before Justin for the second time that night. He lifted Justin's shirt and nibbled at his stomach. "No, I don't mind at all."