Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2000 20:54:43 -0500 (EST) From: Candy Girl Subject: Don't Think I'm Not Don't Think I'm Not Copyright 2000 Candy Hyatt Disclaimer: I don't know them and I don't know if Nsync is gay or not. The song is Kandi's "Don't think I'm not" (it got cut short) This is pure FICTION and is in **no way** real. Note: I don't like how this ends and I hate how it goes. I was having a hard time writing this but I refused to give up! It turned out to be the worst thing I have ever written! I have a headache so Please Forgive grammical errors ======== *// Now I don't have to question // Where you were last night // Cuz I already know what you will say // I already know you'll lie // But I can't be mad at you // Because there's something that you don't know // That when you're gone, I do my own thing // I catch a bone while you're doggin' me //* The door opens and the room is flooded with light. "Were are you going?" I ask JC as he tries to leave. "Out with Joey. Go back to sleep, Lance, I'll be back soon." Yeah, you'll be back. You'll come back to me smelling like some girl's perfume saying that he was just out with Joey all night dancing. Does he think I'm THAT stupid? I raise up and quickly put on my pants. I pull my wife-beater on over my head and can't help but think that it smells just like JC. I'm not going to think about that now! He isn't thinking of me. I don't bother putting on my shoes, I'm just going down hall. Walking out the door see Chris. "Going out again, huh?" I nod. He smiles a soft smile and kisses my cheek. and runs his hands threw my short hair. "You deserve SO MUCH more than him." He says softly and then walks to his room and I continue on my path. I pause as I reach his door. Suddenly the pain is to hard to bare and feel hot tears go down my cheeks. *// When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not // When you're out makin' love, don't think I'm not // When you're feelin' good in somebody's spot // Getting hot, don't stop // Just don't think I'm not // Cuz I'm out getting mine //* As if he knows I'm there he opens the door. Ashamed of my tears, I look down at my bare feet and shove my hands in y pockets. "He leave with, Joey." he says softly, not even a question because he knows, and I nod. Without speaking another word he moves so I can come into his hotel room. "I was just... he.... and..." I stutter, trying my best not to cry again. "Its okay." He say softly. "We don't have to talk." I look up into his crystal clear eyes. "Thank you." I say, not sure why I'm thanking him. He just smiles that smile of his and nods. Without thinking my lips meet his in a soft tender kiss, as kiss I only feel from him. Ever since JC started being promiscuous he has been a "wam-bam-thank-you-'mam" guy. This is why I come to Justin. This is why I come back every time he leaves me. It all started the day I found out about him and his different girl every night. I was crying in me and Josh's room when Justin came in. He was so genital and soft. Josh hadn't been that way in months I couldn't help but drown in his kisses. I feel his tug at the hem of my wife-beater and I part from his lips only long enough for him to pull it over my head. When our lips touch again a passion ignites in my body that JC hasn't lit in a year. *// When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not // When you're out makin' love, don't think I'm not // When you're feelin' good in somebody's spot // Getting hot, don't stop // Just don't think I'm not // Cuz I'm out getting mine //* Sometimes I wander if he feels guilty for cheating on me. Or maybe it was like me, the guilt was only there at first but it went away. Or maybe sometimes he closes his eyes and me he is thrusting into, me who is making him come.. but if he is thinking that, why does he do it? Justin lays me down on the bed, our clothes long since discarded, and places himself on me. I feel his erection brushing against mine and I can hardly contain the moan it causes. His lips touch mine, once again, as his hand slips between me and encircles my cock. He slowly starts a rhythm, slow, as he prepares himself, with his other hand, to enter me. There was never much foreplay with Justin. He was just always so genital and caring. Always eager to help me forget. *// When I try to get your attention // You ignore me everytime // You were so caught up doing your own dirt // That you didn't notice mine // Well I couldn't put up with your schemin' // And I couldn't put up with your lies // They say two wrongs won't make it right // But it's suiting me just fine //* I feel him orgasm inside me around the same time I come. I head is in the clouds as he collapses on me, his weight shifting only when he pulls out of me. His soft lips place a small kiss on my neck when he rolls off me and wraps his arms around my waste. I look at the clock. 1:30. JC won't be in for 4 more hours and I decide to close my eyes and enjoy Justin's warmth. I don't wanna go back to my room. Back to the cold lonely bed that I'm supposed to share with JC. I close my eyes and try to sleep. Trying to forget how bad my life is, about how I don't love the one beside me and how the one I do love is with some random person. *// When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not // When you're out makin' love, don't think I'm not // When you're feelin' good in somebody's spot // Getting hot, don't stop // Just don't think I'm not // Cuz I'm out getting mine //*