Date: Wed, 01 Nov 2000 22:33:43 +0000
From: Angel1313@att.net
Subject: Devotion ch.29

Devotion
Chapter Twenty-Nine:
Back Here

Disclaimer: I don't know *NSYNC. This doesn't imply anything about their
sexuality. Blah blah blah! Oh, and I got the title from BBMak's "Back Here"
(wow!) so if you want a taste of what's to come, listen to the song before
you read this. As always, feedback would be greatly appreciated! Oh, and
you can thank Dara Lynn and Ice for this being so late. ^_~

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Chapter Twenty-Nine:
Back Here

	"Justin, I'm sorry that I made you go home early, but I'd really
like it if we could talk," JC said apologetically to the nineteen year-old
standing beside him, as he opened the door to their hotel room.
	"It's no problem, Josh. Working things out with you is much more
important then some party," Justin replied sincerely.
	Sighing, JC continued, "I know, it's just that we won. Twice! You
should really be out there celebrating."
	"Tell you what," Justin said, watching as JC took off his coat and
laid it across a chair in the kitchen. "Why don't we just do some
celebrating of our own?"
	JC smiled at the younger man. "Go get the room service menu, would
you? Order a bottle of champagne and anything else you feel like having."
	Justin smiled slyly and headed over to the phone with the
menu. "Yes, I'd like to order something for room 703. Okay, I'd like a
bottle of champagne, and a can of whipped cream. Oh, do you have chocolate
syrup? Great! Hmm, well if they come with it- would you hold on a second?"
Justin placed a hand over the mouth of the phone and called, "You like
strawberries, don't you, Josh?" before turning back to the conversation he
was having over the phone and saying, "Sure, that'd be great. In like
fifteen minutes? Yes, that'd be fine. Yep, 703. Thanks." With that, the
blonde hung up.
	JC was staring at him, eyes wide, a slight blush creeping up his
cheeks. "Uh, um," he mumbled, unable to think of anything to say to the
nineteen year-old before him.
	Suddenly Justin began laughing. "I'm just kidding, Josh. I didn't
even dial the number! But seriously, is there anything you want? `Cause
otherwise I think I'm just gonna order the champagne."
	/Well, I want you,/ the brunette thought to himself.
	Aloud, he answered, "Naw, just champagne will be fine."
	This time Justin actually dialed the number. After he was finished,
he turned to JC and said, "I was right. They said fifteen minutes. That
gives us enough time to change into something a little more comfortable."
He then winked at the brunette suggestively.
	Taking off his shirt and promptly throwing it at the younger man,
JC scolded, "Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself, Just."
	Justin smiled. "Your shirt smells nice," he commented, holding the
gray tank top in his hands.
	"Um, I can't imagine how. I danced in that one," JC said
skeptically.
	"Oh, but I like the way you smell when you're all sweaty," Justin
claimed, looking at JC hungrily.
	JC swallowed. Maybe he shouldn't have come home with Justin. He was
going to have a hard time not caving in to the younger man's advances.
	"Hmm," Justin began again. "We only have fifteen minutes until the
champagne gets here. We'll want it when it's still cold, so maybe we should
get in the shower together. We both need to get cleaned up, and it'll save
time. And water!"
	/Don't do it!/ JC told himself. /There's no way you'll be able to
stay in control if you do!/
	"Uh, um, are you sure that's a good idea?" the twenty-four year-old
asked nervously.
	"Of course!" Justin replied, dragging JC towards the
bathroom. "It's not like we've never seen each other naked before."
	/He's got a point,/ the brunette thought with a sigh, as he let
Justin pull him into the bathroom.
	Justin quickly began to get undressed. Once he was only in his
boxer-briefs, he turned to JC, whose nervous hands were making it difficult
for the twenty-four year-old to undo his belt.
	"Here," Justin said softly, placing his hands over JC's. "Let me
help you."
	"Thanks," JC mumbled, trying not to look at his best friend's bare
chest.
	Now that they were both standing in only their underwear, Justin
giggled a little. "I'm not going to do anything, Josh. We just need to
rinse off, that's all."
	JC smiled. Of course Justin wasn't going to try anything. He'd
never been with a man before, at least not that JC knew of, and Justin told
him basically everything. "I'm sorry, Curly. I was just being silly," JC
said, slipping off his boxers.
	/Don't stare!/ Justin told himself, watching as JC walked over to
the shower and turned on the water. /Oh, but what a fine-Justin!!!/ he
scolded himself, forcing his eyes away from JC's back side.
	JC turned back to him after feeling the water. "It's cold," he
informed his bandmate. With a smile he added, "But I think that's just what
we need."

	"I like your shirts so much better then mine, Josh," Justin said
lazily, watching as the brunette pulled on a pair of pajama pants.
	"You want to borrow one or something?" JC laughed, throwing on a
wife beater.
	"Maybe it's just because it's you who's wearing them," the nineteen
year-old continued, ignoring JC's question.
	Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" Justin
exclaimed, but JC held up his hand.
	"No, I'm already up. You just wait there," he commanded the younger
man.
	"I'll gladly wait here on your nice comfy bed," Justin giggled.
	Rolling his eyes, JC opened the door to find a bucket of ice with
champagne in it, along with two nice glasses. Picking the entire thing up,
the brunette headed back into the room, closing the door with his
foot. After he placed the bucket in-between the two beds, JC joined Justin,
who was sitting on JC's bed, which he seemed to like better then his own.
	"Watch out," JC warned as he opened the bottle of champagne over
the bucket. It didn't foam *too* much, but the twenty-four year-old still
had to wipe himself off afterwards.
	Justin took the bottle while JC picked up the glasses. After the
blonde poured some champagne into the glasses, he accepted a glass before
handing the bottle back to his bandmate, who replaced it in the bucket.
	"Here's to *NSYNC winning two awards tonight," JC toasted, lifting
his glass.
	"Here's to us," Justin whispered, smiling at the brunette. "and our
love, which I know will be everlasting."
	"Amen to that," JC replied quietly, looking down into his
glass. With that, the two clinked their glasses together before each taking
a sip.
	"Mmm," Justin murmured. "That's good stuff. Not too sweet, but
still really good."
	"You know what, Justin?" JC suddenly said, bringing the blonde's
attention away from his drink. "I've been thinking a lot about what you
said in the limo earlier."
	/Oh, no,/ Justin thought uneasily. /Is he talking about when I made
a total ass out of myself? I was sort of hoping we could avoid that topic./
	"You're right, Justin. We'll never know if we don't try, right?"
the twenty-four year-old continued. Justin's eyes lit up, despite his
efforts not to get his hopes up. "I mean, I love you more then anything,
and you've proven time and time again that you feel the same way. I guess
my fear of losing you has just been holding us back. I mean, I'd die
without you, Just. You're my entire world, the air I breath, my
lifeline. But, I think that Britney is right. We're soul mates, Just. I
know I may be moving sort of fast, but-"
	Justin cut off the older man, who had begun to babble. "Josh, I
love you more then anything else in the world. I was willing to lose
Britney over you, and I'd gladly give up *NSYNC, too. I'll be the happiest
person alive if I can only have your love."
	"You already have it, Just," JC whispered.
	Suddenly, Justin sat up straight and demanded, "Give me your drink,
Josh."
	Looking at the teen quizzically, the brunette did as he was
told. Justin took JC's glass an his own and set them aside on the
nightstand next to JC's bed.
	"Now," the blonde said with a smile, getting comfy again. "Where
were you? Ah, yes, I think you were about to kiss me."
	Laughing lightly, JC said, "You are just too cute sometimes, Just."
That said, the twenty-four year-old gently pulled the blonde to him.
	Justin quickly wrapped his arms around JC's neck. "I love you,
Josh," he whispered.
	"I love you, too, Justin." After gently kissing the younger man on
the lips, JC whispered, "Just, will you let me be your boyfriend?"
	Smiling ecstatically, the nineteen year-old giggled back, "If I can
be yours."
	"Oh, Just," JC breathed, rolling over so he was holding the blonde
against his chest. "You don't know how long I've waited for this. I can't
believe we're together."
	"Josh?" Justin murmured sleepily. "Nothing's gonna change between
us, right?"
	"Of course not," the twenty-four year-old reassured the younger
man. "It'll be exactly the same as before."
	"Just a lot more kissing," Justin added, lifting his head to place
a small kiss on his new boyfriend's lips.
	"Yes," JC agreed, turning on his side. In-between kisses, he
whispered, "A *lot* more kissing."
	Justin giggled before snuggling up against the brunette. "I'm
tired, Josh," he complained sleepily. "I'm so sorry, but I was up early
today, and..." Justin trailed off as a yawn over took him.
	Smiling at the younger man, JC whispered, "I know you were,
sweetie. Why don't we just go to sleep? I'll hit the lights."
	After JC settled back down under the covers with his boyfriend,
Justin mumbled, "I love you, Josh. I get to say that a lot more now, too,
right?"
	Smiling as he pulled the blonde closer to him, JC agreed, "Yes, we
both do. `Cause I love you, too, Curly." With that, the brunette gave
Justin one final kiss before closing his eyes and gently drifting to sleep.

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Well, they finally got together! I hope you liked it! I know it took a
while, but it was worth the wait. Right? Um, or not...=P -Angel1313 ^_^