Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2007 21:00:49 -0400 From: Ansel * Subject: Justin's Angel-59 This is a sexually explicit story (at times) involving homosexuality. By continuing to read, you affirm under penalties of perjury that you are not a minor or in the company of a minor and are entitled to have access to this story. The following is a fictitious story with no real basis or credibility. It is solely for the enjoyment of the reader. Its all just fun. It does not imply anything about the sexual preferences or lifestyle of Justin Timberlake or any other celebrity mentioned in the story. Previously Michael hugged his grandfather, his uncle and finally his grandmother. Nana looked at her special grandson, seeing a new confident Mico. "I'm so proud of you, Mico. Your an angel in every sense of the word." Michael hugged her again, not wanting to let her go. "I love you so much, Nana." "I know my child, I know. Nana loves you with all her heart. Be happy my boy. There is so much love in you. I know you'll find all the happiness you need." Michael kissed her cheek, smelling her special perfume. "I'll call you when we get home, Nana." "And we'll be up soon to visit." Justin said, Nana pulling him into a tight hug. "I can't wait, sweetie. And you take care of this wonderful angel." "I will, Nana. I will with all my heart." Nana broke their hug, Silas wrapping his arm around her, seeing the tears falling. Michael watched them board the other white jet. Justin put his arm around him. "Let's go home, Mico." Michael smiled. Home. The word never felt so right. "Yes, my love. Let's go home." Chapter 59 The flight back was a quiet, happy gathering. Everyone seemed in a happy, good mood. Michael was well and everything had worked out for Justin. They all felt a tighter, stronger connection to him. Michael talked with different people, everyone relaxing in the comfortable chairs. He swore devotions to Joey, Chris, and Kelly. Chris was quiet, Michael sensing why. "So Chris, you and Vicky hit it off well?" Michael said smiling at him. "Yes, she's a super girl. She so different from the other girls I've dated." Michael nodded, Justin sensing he wanted to say something to Chris. Michael sighed and looked at Chris. "Chris, Vicky is very special to me. I love her like the sister I never had. I'm so happy that she's taken a liking to you. She needs someone special in her life. Someone to make her happy. I hope you can do that. I sense you can. All I ask is that you never hurt her. She means so much to me." Justin smiled, seeing Michael playing the big brother. "I promise to treat her with respect, love and tenderness. I really like her, Mikey. She's beautiful, intelligent, witty. She's so special. I just hope I'm enough for her." Michael smiled hugging Chris. "I think you are, Chris. I think you're just as special. She likes you, I can tell." "Really, Mikey?" Michael laughed, seeing Chris's doubts. "Yep. Really." Chris smiled, getting up and walking over to talk to Joey. Justin kissed Michael, walking to the back to sit down beside Josh. Michael sat quietly watching the two men talking. Lance walked over, sitting down in Justin's vacated seat. Michael smiled at him, seeing Lance was hesitant about saying something. "What's on your mind, Lance. I sense you want to ask me something?" Lance blushed, looking into Michael's golden eyes. "What was heaven like, Michael? Was it beautiful?" Michael knew Lance was a deeply religious man, and that this question was bound to come up. "I thought it was the most beautiful place I'd ever seen. Only because it was what I wanted it to be." Lance looked at Michael, lost in his words. "Heaven is different for all of us Lance. For me it was being in my parents arms, the two of them holding me. I'd missed them so much. And when I walked into that light with them, all that mattered to me was love. Their love flowing through me. That was my heaven. What was around me paled to that. I can't tell you the things I saw, Lance. It's, I believe,my own idea of heaven. But what I can tell you is that love was all around me, a deep love, god's love. I felt it in my heart and soul. But I also knew something was missing. My Justin was missing. I couldn't have my complete heaven without him." Lance smiled, looking down. "Lance, life is the greatest kind of heaven. I saw the look in your eyes when you walked into my room today. I saw what Josh has given you. He's given you heaven on earth." Lance teared up, taking Michael's hands in his. "It was so unbelieveably moving, Mikey. His tenderness and his surprising innocence. He wanted me to love him, he needed me. I've never felt someone need me like that. Everyone always took from me, never giving. All Josh wants to do is give. I love him so much for that. I want to give him what he's given me. I want to let him love me as I loved him last night. I'm just still so nervous that he'll make love to me, and I won't be what he wants, I won't be what he needs." Michael squeezed Lance's hands, staring into his green eyes. "Josh loves you Lance. He showed that last night. It was his first time wasn't it?" Lance looked shocked at Michael. "How did you know?" "I sensed it from his heart. I also sensed his love for you has increased greatly. He loves you with all his heart, Lance. There is nothing that you would do to change that. He loves you completely, just open your heart to him and everything else will be as it should be. " Lance smiled widely, beginning to see Michael's truth. Lance looked over at Josh, who was staring at him, smiling. Lance saw Josh's blue eyes staring into his soul. "Excuse me, Mikey. I think I have to talk to Josh." Michael smiled, hugging Lance. Justin came back to Michael, Lance going back to sit with Josh. "Everything okay, Mico? Lance looked a little shook up." "It's fine now, he just needed some reassurance. And he needs to get that from Josh." "That's weird, Josh was in about the same frame of mind." Michael smiled, knowing what Justin was saying. "So lover, in a few hours we'll be home in our warm bed." Justin smiled, cuddling up beside Michael. "My idea of heaven. Sleeping with an angel." Michael smiled, kissing Justin's lips. "I love ya, sexy." Justin purred, kissing Michael back. They both heard the cough, looking up. Jonathan and Stevie were standing in front of them. "What's up bros." Michael smiled. Justin and Michael both saw the beginnings of tears in their eyes. "We both wanted to say that we love you both. We almost lost you guys, you mean so much to us." Jonathan said, his head lowered. "Yeah, Mikey and Jus. We love our brothers. Please don't ever leave us." Stevie said. Lynn, Randall and Lisa were all watching the two younger men, tears in all their eyes. Stevie ran up, jumping into Michael's outstretched arms, Jonathan sitting in his brother's lap, Justin enveloping him in a hug also. "It's okay, guys. Michael is okay. I'm okay too. We're sorry you got frightened. But we promise you we'll try and always stay here for you two." Justin said, kissing his brother's cheek. Michael kissed Stevie's cheek, Stevie kissing him back. Both young men smiled at their brothers, nodding their heads. "How about, the next time we're in Orlando, we four brother's head to Disney World." Justin said, smiling. "You mean it, Jus?" Stevie's eyes were large and full of happiness. "Yes, of course, Stevie. Justin never goes back on his word." Jonathan said, smiling just as widely as Stevie. Michael smiled also, seeing Justin's shining love for his brothers. The four spent time together, Justin rough housing with his brothers. Michael was tickled and floored by all three, their parents sitting back smiling. The plane finally landed in Los Angeles,everyone getting into their assigned vehicles. Justin's family were staying on board, they were heading back to Orlando. Justin and Michael said their goodbyes, promising to call often. Lynn kissed her two sons, tears flowing. Randall was just as broken up, hugging Michael tightly. They parted among many tears. They drove out of the airport after watching the plane take off. Paulo was dropping Justin and Michael off first then going to Josh's home. Josh still wanted Paulo to stay there, until he found a place of his own. Paulo begged off, saying he needed to be with Michael. Michael had offered Paulo a room to stay in. Justin and Michael were dropped off in front of their home, everyone waving goodbye. Paulo would be back shortly once he'd dropped Lance and Josh off. Michael walked into their living room, while Justin shut off the alarm panel. Everything was tidy and neat. The Christmas tree was gone, everything back in its place. Michael looked at Justin. "Mom got a cleaning service in to clean everything up. We wanted it clean for when you got home." Justin hugging him from behind, resting his chin on Michael's shoulder. "That's sweet, Jus. But don't do it again. I don't want strangers in my home. I want my home to be mine. I can clean my own home." Justin turned Michael around, seeing he wasn't angry, just stating his feelings. "Okay, Mico. Understood. Am I forgiven?" Justin had his pout on again. Michael smiled, kissing him passionately. Justin's smile returned. "Nothing to be forgiven for, sweetie." Michael purred, laying his head on Justin's chest. "God, it's so good to be home again." Michael sighed, Justin tearing up. "You now consider this your home, Mico?" Michael looked into Justin's eyes. "Yes, Jus. It's our home. It's the home we were always meant to share." Justin smiled widely, hugging Michael tightly. Michael pulled Justin down with him onto the couch, Justin sitting in his lap. Justin felt something hard under his ass. He purred. "Seems my Mico is really glad to be home." Justin pressing his ass tightly against Michael's crotch. Michael had his lips against Justin's neck, sucking his throat. Justin moaned, Michael's hands going under his shirt. His fingers found Justin's right nipple, gently tweaking it. Justin let out a louder moan, trying to resist Michael's touches. "Babe, you've got to calm down, you're starting to drive me wild. And Paulo will be back shortly." Justin said, becoming lost in Michael's advances. "Screw, Paulo. He can fend for himself. I'm hungry for my man. I need you so much." As if on cue, they heard the front door opening. Justin smiled getting up off Michael. He looked down at him, seeing Michael's confused, lustful look. He never thought he looked more beautiful. His lover needed him, his lover wanted him. Paulo walked into the room, smiling. Then he saw Michael's look, and Justin's neck. "Oh, sorry guys, hope I didn't interrupt anything." Paulo started blushing. Justin laughed. "It's okay, Paulo. Mico's just really wound up. It's been a while for us." "God, I'm sorry. I should go back to Josh's. You guys need some time alone." Paulo started backing out of the room. Michael got up grabbing him by the arm. "It's okay, Paulo. We can control ourselves for a while. Right, Justin?" Justin smiled, smirking a bit. "Oh, I can control myself. I'm not the horndog today." Justin's eyes lowered. Michael looked down. Paulo and Justin both started laughing Michael's pants had a large tent in front of them. He quickly looked up at them, smiling. "Well at least that's working fine. But I still think it needs a lube job." Paulo was on the floor laughing his head off. Justin was staring, blushing at Michael. "Remember, babe. You can't top me." Michael smirked, kissing his cheek. "Oh wait. Yes you can." Michael patted Justin's crotch, winking at him. Justin was blushing redder now, Paulo still laughing on the floor. Michael walked over to him, offering a hand. He pulled Paulo up, smiling at him. "How about we order some supper. Chinese okay with everyone?" "Sounds good, babe." Justin had regained his composure. They all walked into the kitchen, Michael calling for the food, while Paulo set the table. They all sat down talking among themselves. Paulo was becoming an important part of Michael's family. The bond they now shared linked him closely to Michael. "So, Paulo. How goes things with Jake. I see you're becoming smitten with him." Paulo blushed, not looking into Michael's eyes. "I'm sorry, Paulo. It's none of my business." Michael smiled at him. "It's okay, Michael. I owe you for introducing me to him. Jake is wonderful." Justin smiled, seeing Paulo's obvious feelings in the open. "And how does Jake feel?" Michael asked. Paulo blushed. "He says he's in love with me." Paulo said, looking at no one. "That's wonderful, Paulo. And how do you feel?" Paulo looked into Michael's golden eyes. "I think I love him too." Justin smiled, hugging Paulo. "That's fantastic, buddy. I'm so happy for both of you." Michael remained quiet, looking at Paulo. "So what's the problem, then?" Paulo sighed. "I'm scared, Michael. I'm scare that I'm not what he needs." Michael put his hand on top of his. "Why would you say that, Paulo. You're a wonderful, caring, sweet man. Who couldn't love you. And I've seen the way Jake looks at you." "But he's a big movie star, a famous man. His career is everything to him. He's told me that. He can't be openly gay, it would affect his career. I don't want to risk hurting him that way. And I can't be like you, Mikey. I can't be weak and hide my love for him." Michael looked away, lowering his head, Paulo looking at him. "Oh, god, Mikey. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." Michael got up, starting to walk out of the room. Paulo started crying, Justin hugging him. Justin looked after Michael as he walked away. In a few minutes he returned. He carried a book in his right hand, Justin immediately recognizing it. He sat down beside Paulo, looking into his moist green eyes. "I'm sorry, Mikey, I didn't mean to hurt you." "It's okay, Paulo. You didn't mean it. I want to show you something, read you something actually." Paulo looked at the book in Michael's hand. "This is my journal, Paulo. It's where I keep my deepest thoughts. I want to share some of them with you. And with you, Justin." Justin looked at his lover, remembering the last time Michael had read him something from that book. He knew the depth of Michael's feelings that were written in that book. Michael opened the book, Paulo putting his hand on top of his. "Michael, those are your deep private feelings. You don't need to share them." "I want to, Paulo. Because of what it may mean for you." Paulo stared at him, slowly nodding. "This first part I wrote the day Justin left for L.A. The first day we'd been apart." Today he left me. He's walked out of my life. Back to his own life, his life of music. Maybe it's for the best, maybe I shouldn't interfere with that life he has. I know the depth of his love for music. What it means to his soul. How could I compete with that love. With that part of him. But he's promised to come back, to continue to love me. I can still feel him in my heart and soul. Could it be that our love is strong enough to endure this separation? Could it be that my love is more important to him than even his love for music? I feel so threatened, threatened by something that's not real. By his desire to sing. How can I compete or fight against a feeling? What if he really loves me? How can I let him risk all he's done so far with his music? If he professed his love for me and we stayed together, would I let him destroy his life for me. Could I be that selfish? I can't answer that question. All I can hope is that he'll walk back into my life. That he will love me enough to risk it all. I just don't know if I could let him risk that. For me. I don't think I would be worth that risk. Michael looked up at Justin, seeing his tear stained face. Paulo was crying also. "Those words were written when my soul was still filled with doubt. Doubt of the depth of Justin's love for me. Doubt of the risk he might have to take. I was terrified that I would destroy his career, his dreams. For what? For me? I didn't think I could let him do that. I didn't think I was worth that risk." Justin put his hand in Michael's, looking into his golden eyes. Michael stared back, sending Justin's his deep love. He turned looking at Paulo watching their deep exchange of feelings. "You are at that point, Paulo. You are feeling the same things I felt then." Paulo nodded, tears running down his cheeks. "This next part, is what may help you, Paulo." Michael turned the pages, finding what he needed, further ahead in the book. "I wrote this Christmas morning. It shows a different change in myself." My heart soars to heaven. Last night was so magical. My love gave me so much of himself. So much of his love. To bring my family here for me, to fill my heart with joy. It was unbelievable. And now I have a new grandfather, a new family. And I owe it all to him.To my love and my life. He's so remarkable, so loving. I always doubted my ability to let someone into my heart. I'd been hurt so much. I didn't think there was anything in me to love. But he entered my soul and I feel so alive, so loved. And two days ago I almost lost him when I saved Jonathan. I almost died. I don't want him to know that, to know how close I came to leaving him. His heart and soul felt so much relief when I opened my eyes again. And so did mine. He's still here, he's still mine. His love is in every fiber of my being. I love him so much. I want to shout to the world my love for him. And he wants to do that for me also. He wants to come out to the world, to show his love for me. To show the world my love for him. And I want him to do it. I want him to be as free as he's made me. I'll do whatever he wants. His heart and soul are mine. No one can take those from me. It won't change his music, it won't change his soul. If he comes out our love will be enough, more than enough. It won't change him, or us. He loves me as completely as I love him." Michael closed the book. Justin was openly crying, Michael getting up and sitting down beside him, taking him in his arms. "It's all from my heart ,Jus. My love for you. I always told you I was able to express my feelings better in writing than in spoken words." Justin kissed his lips. Michael turned looking at Paulo. "You see, Paulo. I've accepted Justin's life. I've accepted what he does and what he wants to do.I'm leaving it up to him to decide what he wants to do with our relationship. I love him enough to know that our love will be strong, will last no matter what our lives bring. We love each other completely. Regardless of being out or in, being known or being secretive. It doesn't matter to me at all. That's how you have to approach it. What matters most is what the two of you have when you're together. How deep your love is when the two of you are alone. And mine is deep for my Justin." Justin smiled, Michael kissing him again. Paulo smiled, seeing what Michael had shown him. Michael had had doubts also, but now his love was complete, and his happiness was real. Michael was happy with Justin's career, and was willing to do what Justin wanted. "I understand what you've said, Michael. I have to love Jake for Jake, not for his career or his life. I have to love the man, as he is and love him as much as he'll love me." Michael smiled patting Paulo's arm. "I'm sorry I said you were weak, Michael. You are in no way weak." Paulo smiled at him, Michael smiling back. "I'm only weak afterJustin has his way with me." Michael smirked. Justin beamed widely, and blushed. "I'm sure that's true." Paulo laughed. "He looks like a silent tiger." Michael laughed, the door bell ringing. "Thats the food, I'll get it. " Paulo got up walking down the hallway. "So, am I a silent tiger." Justin asked, kissing Michael's cheek. "No, you are in no way silent, love." Michael winked. Justin smiled, kissing Michael again. Paulo came back in carrying two bags of food, Michael helping him put it all down on the table, Justin grabbing a pitcher of juice from the fridge. They all sat down diving into the hot food. After dinner the three men relaxed in the living room, Justin putting a movie into the dvd player. It was Pirates of the Caribbean. "Ooh, I love Orlando Bloom. He's so sexy." Michael purred. "And I'm not." Justin smirked. "His is a polished, beautiful sexuality. Yours is a hot, sexy, manly sexuality." Justin beamed, kissing Michael. "All I know is he's damn fine." Paulo said, looking at the television. Michael laughed, Justin and Paulo joining him. They watched all the movie, Justin falling asleep in Michael's arms. Michael woke him up when the movie was over, Justin stretching. Justin shut down the place while Michael showed Paulo to his new room. "Wow, Mikey, this is beautiful." Paulo stared at the spanish villa style furnishings. "I had the motif in mind for you, for when you stayed here with me when Justin was on the road. I guess you're just coming early." Paulo smiled, weakly. His face showed concern. "It's okay, Paulo. I'm not going to live in fear. I have you to protect me and I have myself." Paulo walked up to him, hugging him. "I'll do everything I can, Mikey." Michael patted his back. "You already have, and I know you always will." Justin walked into the room. "Hey, isn't that kind of incest." Michael laughed, smacking his shoulder. Paulo blushed deeply. "Don't I get a crack at him too." Justin laughed, hugging Paulo. "Welcome to your new home, Paulo." Paulo smiled thanking both men. "Goodnight, guys. Pleasant dreams." "Who'll have time for sleep." Justin said, patting Michael's butt. Michael looked at Justin, handing Paulo a set of ear plugs. "Sorry, use these. The tiger is in no way silent." Justin blushed deep red, Paulo laughing. "Thanks, Mikey. Goodnight, and good luck." Michael pulled a silent Justin out of Paulo's room and walked him to their room next door. Once inside, the two men smiled at each other shyly. It almost felt like their first night together. Both had such love for each other, and had been deprived of their love for over a week. Michael walked over to the bed, pulling off his clothes slowly. He stood there in only his boxer briefs. Black boxer briefs. Justin began pulling off his clothes, never moving his gaze from Michael's beautiful body. Michael walked into the bathroom, Justin following. They stood together at the sink, brushing their teeth. Michael ran his fingers through his shaved head. "I miss my hair so much." He said, Justin running his fingers through it too. "So do I, Mico. But it will grow back. I want it back." Michael smiled, kissing his cheek. Michael looked at the bald spot on his chest, where the bullet hole had been. "Looks like I have more hair to grow." Justin ran his hand over Michael's hairy chest, feeling Michael's nipples harden. "There's lots there still, and it feels so wonderful." Justin said taking Michael into his arms. They kissed deeply, feeling the lost desires flooding them. "Oh, god. Mico. I've missed this so much. I've missed your naked body against me. I feel so alive." Michael's tongue licked along Justin's collar bone, nibbling on his neck. Justin took Michael's hand in his walking out of the bathroom. He walked to the mini stereo on the nightstand turning it on. Soft music filled the room, Justin taking Michael in his arms, dancing with him slowly. Michael head rested on Justin's naked chest, Justin's hairy, powerful arms wrapped around him. Michael rubbed his hand down one of Justin's hairy arms, feeling its strength and power. He felt so safe in those arms, so warm in the heat radiating from Justin's body. The song ended, and another began. Michael looked up into Justin's beautiful blue eyes, seeing tears falling. "My love, are you okay?" Michael asked. "I'm better than okay, I'm eternally happy. I have you in my life again." Justin kissed him deeply. "Make love to me, Michael. Fill my body with your desires. Make me feel you and your love. I need to hear our music in my mind." Michael quietly walked Justin over to the bed, pulling back the covers. Justin lay down in bed, Michael climbing in beside him. They met together in the middle of the large bed, their arms around each other. Michael lips found Justin's, his body laying on top of Justin. Justin wrapped his powerful muscular legs around Michael. Michael's lips move down Justin's body, to his center. Justin moaned and gasped as Michael found it. His right nipple. The center of all Justin's desires. Michael removed Justin's confining briefs, exposing his manhood, hard and proud. Proud at who was with him, proud of the love it would have. Michael tasted Justin completely, every inch of his muscular, toned body. Front and back was exposed to the love he desired and longed for. Michael gave him so much pleasure and in the end, the two united as one, Michael sending Justin to the place he needed to be, the place that had been lost to him for so long. The center of their love. They both heard the music and saw the colours of their love. After the beautiful moments were finished, they lay in each others arms, lost in the afterglow of their love making. "God, Michael. It just gets better and better. Its so unbelievable." Michael smiled, his head on Justin's chest. "Yes it does, Jus. Our love will only get stronger." Justin smiled closing his eyes. "I love you, Jus." "I love you more, Mico." The next morning was a hectic rush of bodies moving. Justin and Michael had slept in later than planned, Paulo wanting them to have some private time. Justin was scheduled to be at rehearsal for ten. They'd woken at eight, showering quickly. Paulo already had made breakfast. He made Justin sit down and eat, Michael smiling at him. "So what are you guys doing today?" Justin asked through a mouthful of cereal. "Well, I've got calls to make, to my agent and publishers. And set up a schedule with them." "For your tour?" Justin beamed. "Yes." Michael replied, Justin sensing his reluctance. Justin put his hand in his. "A lot of people have bought your books, Mico. They want to meet the man with the power of the word." Michael smiled, realizing he hadn't thought of it that way. "I see your point. I'm just nervous with crowds. You know that." "I know, lover. And I'll help you overcome that." Michael smiled knowing Justin meant it. He leaned in kissing a mouthful of milky cereal. "Eww, Justin. Swallow before you kiss." Paulo laughed, Justin smiling. "You love it, don't lie." Michael smiled, chewing on the cereal in his mouth. Justin laughed. Justin left at nine fifteen, kissing Michael repeatedly, Paulo having to pull him out the door. "We'll talk to each other today, Jus. Remember, our souls are connected." Michael smiled. Justin beamed, hopping into his Viper. All of Justin's cars had been moved to the triple garage attached to their new home. Michael remained at the door, watching Justin disappear through the gateway. "It's going to be a long day." He said to himself, Paulo quietly hearing. Justin's morning went fairly quickly, his reunion with his crewmates and Timbaland welcomed. He'd missed his peeps and especially Timbaland. They'd become good friends through the two albums they worked on. They'd chatted for half an hour, Justin explaining to everyone about what had happened in Chicago. He kept his relationship with Michael to himself, they'd both agreed they'd tell everyone together before the tour started, especially if Michael was coming with them. "Man, Justin. You've gone through a rough time. This Michael guy sounds like a true friend,to risk his life for you and for those other people." Timbaland said. "He's something special all right." Justin beamed. "I want you all to meet him. He's here in L.A. I'll bring him by tomorrow." Timbaland smiled, seeing that Michael really made Justin happy. "Sorry about Cameron, Justin. Josh told me a couple weeks back." "It's okay, Timba. We're still friends. She still means a lot to me." Timbaland smiled a small smile. Justin sensed something was wrong with his friend, they'd been apart for about three weeks, since the Saturday Night Live show. "You okay, Timba?" Justin asked. "I'm fine, Justin. Lets get to work." Timbaland abruptly cutting him off. Justin sensed his friend was upset about something. The rest of the morning was a rushed run through of the sets of songs. Justin felt Timbaland was pushing everyone, but didn't say anything. He talked with Michael a couple of times through their minds. Michael was working on his new laptop with a new story idea. He told Michael how everyone was proud of him, even though they hadn't met him. Michael smiled, Paulo wondering why he was smiling. "Thanks, Jus. Tell them I'm going to love meeting all of them." Michael said in his mind. "What about you, Jus. You okay? I sense you're troubled about something." "We'll talk later, Mico. I have to get back. Love ya." "Love ya tiger." Michael felt Justin's soaring pride. He smiled widely. Paulo looked at him, sensing Michael was thinking about something. Michael looked at Paulo smiling. "You might as well know, Paulo. Justin and I were talking through our minds. I was just talking to him.Kind of a telepathic phone call." Paulo looked stunned. Their love was that connected, that they could talk to each other through their souls. "Wow, Mikey. That's amazing." "Yes, coming in handy too. We'll never be apart. Remember the night at the club with Jimmy. That's how I knew where Justin was, I saw in his mind where he was, he told me." Paulo looked amazed. "That's awesome, Mikey. So you'll always be able to stay connected with him. No matter where either of you are. Wow, what a gift." Michael smiled, agreeing completely. Michael spent the rest of his morning talking to his publishers and then his agent. Around twelve thirty his cell phone rang. It was Ryan , his agent again. "Hi Michael, have I got news for you. Just got the word from Bill Sampson at NYT. Your book is number one on the new best sellers list of the New York Times." His book was number one. What had happened in Chicago had propelled his book up the charts. And Justin's involvement had helped too. Michael was shocked, unable to talk on the phone. Paulo took the phone from him, talking to his agent. Thirty miles away Justin immediately felt his distress. He was in the middle of a song and felt Michael's deep shock. He stopped immediately, everyone staring at him. "Mico, are you alright?" He said through his mind. Michael finally heard him. "Yes, Justin. I just got some news. My book, its number one." Justin beamed widely, yelling aloud. Everyone looking at him strangely. "Thats fantastic, Mico. I'm so proud of you. Tonight we go out to celebrate." Michael smiled, Paulo sensing he was talking to Justin. "Thanks, Jus. I'm up for that. I can't believe it went to number one." Justin smiled again, sensing Michael's wonder. "Doesn't surprise me in the least. I'll talk to you later, lover. Love ya." Michael smiled, telling him the same. Justin looked around seeing everyone staring at him. Timbaland was looking at him in an angry way. "What the fuck was that, Jus. Why are you screaming in the middle of a song. Are you nuts." Justin's back was up. "Hey, relax Timba. I just got excited is all. Chill." "Jesus, Justin. This is serious. We got to get you prepared for this tour. Its only five days away. Get your act together. This isn't the time for horseplay.Everyone take five, so he can smarten up." Timbaland walked off the stage, Justin looking shocked. His friend never barked like that. Something was wrong. Tim, the guitarist walked up to Justin, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Jus. Timbaland just needs some time alone." "What the hell's wrong with him, Tim. Three weeks ago he was so happy. Is everything okay with his family? Is Cassi okay?" Tim lowered his eyes, then looked at Justin again. "Cassi and Timba broke up a week ago, Justin. No one knows why, and he's been a bear ever since." Justin looked shocked. Timba and Cassi had been together for over two years. Their love seemed so solid, so right. Timbaland walked out again coming back up on the stage. Justin went up to him, hugging his friend. Timbaland looked shocked, not hugging Justin back. "I'm sorry, Timba. I'm sorry about you and Cassi." Timbaland walked away from him a bit. "It's okay, Jus. I don't want to talk about it. It's done. Let's get to the music. I'm sorry I barked." Justin looked at his friend, not knowing what to say or do. He respected Timba's privacy but he wanted to help his friend. He keep quiet not wanting to upset Timba more. Paulo hung up the phone, hugging Michael. "Congratulations, Mikey. Number one. That's fantastic!" Michael beamed, his world felt so great. "I can't believe it. I just can't. Paulo, run out and pick up some copies of the New York Times. I have to see this." Paulo laughed, grabbing his coat. He walked out leaving Michael standing in the office. Michael walked up to his mother's mirror, looking at his reflection. "You did it, Mikey. You wrote a best seller. The best seller. Your life's dream has been realized." Michael said out loud to himself. Michael smiled, looking at his reflection. Instantly he saw another lighter image form in the mirror. To his left stood his mom, to his right Daniel and his father. He smiled brightly, looking at their loving smiles. In his mind he heard their praise and congratulations for him. Their pride and love for him resounded through his soul. Their images faded, Michael again alone. His smiled didn't faulter, it only beamer wider. Paulo came back shortly with a stack full of papers. They both looked at the list seeing Michael's name at the top Number one. Daniel's Mission, by Michael Tavarro. Paulo pointed something else out to Michael. The Final Love was number 158. Both of Michael's books were on the top two hundred list. Michael was beside himself with joy. Paulo called Josh, telling him to come over for a surprise. Within twenty minutes Josh and Lance had arrived. Michael met them at the doorway smiling. "What's going on Michael." Lance said, seeing his good mood. Michael handed both of them a copy of the Times. "Read page fourteen." Michael said. Both men opened the page scanning it. "I don't see anything." Lance said, then spotted it. "Oh my god, Mikey!" He dropped the paper hugging Michael. Josh was still reading the paper, and finally found the spot. He smiled widely waiting for Lance to let go of Michael. Lance parted from him crying, Josh hugging Michael now. "I knew you'd do it, Mikey. Your book deserves to be number one." Michael had tears now, feeling the joy from his friends. "Thanks guys. Your faith in me is a joy. Lets relax, Justin wants to go out and celebrate tonight. He said he'd be home by five." Josh and Lance smiled, walking into the living room. "Michael , you have a lot of people to call, let's help you." Lance said. Michael agreed, all the guys pulling out their cell phones. Josh call Justin's parents, Lance called Joey and Chris. Paulo called Vicky and Zach. Michael called Nana. Michael traded phones with everyone, hearing everyone's congratulations. For over an hour they all were on the phones. Michael finished his last call, Alberto. His grandfather was deeply proud of him. Michael had tears in his eyes, when he finally finished all the calls. Lance hugged him, knowing how all this praise was affecting him. "You okay, Mico?" Michael heard in his mind. "Yes, Jus. Just got off the phone with everyone. I've never heard so much praise from my family, it's deeply moving." "You deserve it all babe." Justin said. Michael smiled, Lance and Josh staring at him weirdly. "Lance and Josh are here, I should get back to them." "Okay, babe. I'll be done shortly, we're wrapping up the last song. I'll be home by four thirty. We're all going out for supper, tell them all that." "I will, my love. Love you, Jus." "Love ya more, Mico." Michael smiled, the words never tiring in his mind. Paulo smiled, looking at Lance and Josh, who were staring at Michael. "Justin said he'll be home by four thirty. We're all going out for supper." Lance stared, Michael smiling. "Guys, Justin and I can communicate through our souls. It's like telepathy." Josh gasped, staring at Michael. "Another of my gifts." Michael stared back. Lance hugged him, tears in his eyes. "That's so beautiful, Mikey. That deep of a love that can transcend your minds and souls. It's truly beautiful. You two are so blessed." "As are you and Josh, Lance. And you and Jake, Paulo. Love comes in many forms and ways. " All the men smiled at him. "Okay, who's up for a swim. Justin won't be home for two hours." Michael said. Everyone agreed, Lance and Josh going home to change and bringing some drinks back with them. Paulo went upstairs to change, Michael heading for the pool. He had a pair of trunks in the change room. Michael stopped and closed off his laptop, looking at the new story he was working on. He smiled. This one would be the best yet. Because it was the truth. End of Chapter 59 Michael's number one in the book world. Will he be able to handle a book tour? Justin is rehearsing finally. What's up with Timbaland? Can Justin help his friend? Are Jake and Paulo's relationship problems over? Lots of questions, keep reading for the answers. Thanks to all who read this story, your words are the inspiration of my soul. Hugs, Angel.