Hello everyone. This is my first real attempt at any sort of fan fiction. I began writing this back in April of 2000, which explains Justin's dark curls, etc. This isn't a "jump right in the sack" type story, it'll build to that over time, so be patient. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Feedback comments can be sent to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Let me know what you think!
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This story is complete fiction, and is not meant to imply in any way the true sexual orientation of any of the members of 'N Sync (no matter how hopeful we may be).
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Now, without further adieu...
Ricky jogged along the beach,
just as he did every morning, with his t-shirt tucked into the waistband of
his running shorts. The sweat that beaded off of his well-defined body glistened
in the light of the rising sun. He could see his beach house come into view
as he jogged the last half-mile of his five mile run, a ritual that for the
last few years had made up his early mornings, and given him the energy that
he needed every day.
Looking upward, Ricky watched the incredibly
blue sky as he ran the rest of the way to his house, not paying any attention
to anything. WHAM! He made contact with someone and fell to the
ground. "Son of a..." he stopped as he looked into the most amazing
pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen. "I... I'm so sorry," he stammered,
"I should have been watching where I was going."
"It's all right," the other man
assured him, "I wasn't watching where I was going either." Ricky stood,
offering his hand to help him up as he dusted the sand off of his clothes and
out of his curly, dark blond hair. "Oh! You're bleeding," Ricky said,
pointing to his arm. "Come with me," he continued, "My place
is right up here. Let's get that cleaned up."
"It's okay," the man replied with
hesitation, "I can take care of it when I get back to my place."
Ricky just shook his head. "I won't hear
of it. I just want to lend a helping hand. Don't worry about a thing."
He paused for a moment before he continued. "If you're concerned about
me finding out who you are, it's too late... Justin." Ricky laughed and
continued talking. "Besides... you have to be blind or dead to not know
who you are. I'm quite a fan, actually."
"Okay, so you figured me out," Justin
smiled and then continued, "Can we possibly keep my presence here quiet?"
"Absolutely," Ricky replied. "So...
what're you running the beaches of Oxnard for?"
"Actually," Justin explained, "the
guys and I just bought a big house here for vacation times when we're not spending
them at our homes. We're here in our off time now, just checking the place out
for a few weeks."
Ricky smiled. "Big house, eh? Where at?"
"Over on Windward," Justin replied.
"You're kidding me! That's so cool. I
used to live over in that area. One street over, in fact."
"We heard the beaches around here were
awesome," Justin said, "and that's why we picked the place that we
did, because it was closest to the beach. We also like Oxnard because it's not
as populated as some of the places around here. Lets us have our quiet time,
Ricky nodded and smiled at him. "I understand
completely. Quiet is good. C'mon, let's get that cut cleaned up before it gets
"Hold on a second," Justin stopped
him. "You obviously know all about me, but I know nothing about you."
"Oh yeah..." Ricky laughed, "How
rude of me. Well, my name is Rick Bailey, my friends call me Ricky. I'm 26 years
old. I'm originally from Oregon. I moved down here to be near my best friend,
and now, I own a chain of internet cafes here in Ventura County."
Meanwhile, they had arrived at Ricky's house.
"Wow," Justin said, "sounds like life's been good to you."
"Yeah," Ricky replied, "I'm really glad that I made the decision
to move down here. I really love the area."
Ricky reached up as they approached the front
door, placing his hand on a clear glass plate to the left of the door. A quiet
computerized voice was heard. "Identity verified. Security system disarmed.
Welcome home, Ricky." Ricky heard the dead bolt click and he turned the
knob, opening the door. "Great security system," Justin commented
with a smile. "Yeah," Ricky replied, "It's one of the perks of
owning the internet cafes. I get all kinds of cool techy stuff."
Justin smiled again, following Ricky into
the house. The short entryway opened into a spacious living room. "Have
a seat," Ricky said, motioning toward the large, white leather sectional
sofa. "I'll get something to clean that cut." With that, he disappeared
up the stairs.
Ricky walked across his bedroom into his bathroom.
Opening the medicine cabinet, he pulled out a first aid kit, and closed the
cabinet door. Catching sight of himself in the mirror, he smiled. He was far
from being a vain man, but he was proud of his looks. His short cropped blond
hair, his sea blue eyes, his very muscular body. Right down to the small titanium
hoop in his left ear. The fact, plain and simple, was that he looked good. As
he stood there, he caught the musky, sweaty scent of himself. Without a moment's
hesitation, he shed his clothes, and started what would be a very quick shower.
Meanwhile downstairs, Justin wandered around
the living room, looking at the pictures and trinkets that decorated the room.
He smiled, coming across a picture of a shirtless Ricky, striking a pose with
a football in his hands. "Wow," he said quietly to himself, "he's
really cute." Eventually, after lingering at the picture, studying every
outline of Ricky's form, Justin returned to the sofa, waiting for him to return,
looking forward to spending a bit more time with a man he'd known all of fifteen
After a few minutes, Ricky descended the staircase,
dressed in a pair of black denim shorts and a baby blue tank top. he carried
with him the first aid kit and a damp washcloth. "Sorry it took me so long,"
Ricky said, smiling, "I got upstairs and realized that I REALLY needed
Justin let out a small chuckle. "It was
no problem at all."
"Now... let's get that arm cleaned up,"
Ricky said, motioning for Justin to follow him into the kitchen. Justin nodded,
following him into the impressive kitchen. "This is really a great place
you've got," Justin noted. "Thanks," Ricky replied, pointing
toward the stools on one side of the counter. "Have a seat."
Justin pulled out a stool, sitting down as
Ricky did the same. Gently, Ricky grabbed Justin's arm, turning it so he could
see the cut. Carefully, he wiped away the blood that had dried with the wet
washcloth. Justin winced, causing Ricky to look up at him and chuckle. "Oh,
come on now. It's not that bad."
Pulling out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide,
Ricky carefully poured a bit onto the cut. Justin's face contorted as the peroxide
bubbled in his injury. Without a word, Ricky pursed his lips and blew gently
on Justin's arm, cooling the burning sensation of the peroxide, causing chills
to race up and down Justin's spine. When the bubbling stopped, Ricky gently
dabbed the peroxide away. After which, he put some ointment and a bandage on
it. "There we go," Ricky said with a smile, "All fixed up."
Justin chuckled at him. "Sounds like
something my mom would say."
"That's not a bad thing, is it?"
Ricky questioned, eying him.
"Not at all," Justin said, grinning.
"Ricky grabbed his car keys off of the
kitchen counter and looked at Justin. "C'mon," he said smiling, "I'll
give you a ride home."
Justin smiled and shook his head. "Not
"Oh," Ricky replied, a little disappointed,
"Do you have a car parked nearby?"
"No," Justin said, shaking his head
again, "JC dropped me off. I'm supposed to call him when I'm ready for
him to pick me up."
Ricky smiled, relieved. "Don't worry
about calling him. I'll give you a ride. I have to head over to work anyway."
"You sure?" Justin asked, smiling.
"Absolutely," Ricky replied. "Besides,
it's on my way."
Justin nodded, still smiling at him. "Alright
Ricky smiled, leading him out of the kitchen
door into the garage, where they climbed into Ricky's Wrangler and drove away.
The short ride to the 'N Sync house was spent
in silence. As they pulled into the driveway, Justin smiled and said, "Well,
thanks for the ride and all."
Ricky nodded and smiled. "It was no problem
at all." He reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a business
card. "Here," he said, "take my card. If you guys want someone
to show you around town, look no further. My home, work, cell and pager numbers
are on there."
"Thanks," Justin replied, taking
the card, "I'll talk to the guys." He slipped the card into his pocket
and got out of Ricky's Jeep. "Thanks again," he said, extending his
hand to shake Ricky's.
"You're welcome," Ricky replied. As Ricky accepted his hand, it was like electricity passing through both of them, though neither one acknowledged it at the time. Both knew though, that they'd like to get to know one another much better. With that, Justin closed the door, and disappeared into the house. A moment later, Ricky drove away.
To Be Continued....