Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 21:23:40 -0800 (PST) From: Red Subject: Boyband: Private Show 1/1 Title: Private Show 1/1 Author: Red (redfirewitch@yahoo.com) Disclaimer: Fiction. No truth here as far as I know. Title from Pink's song in her 'Can't Take Me Home' album. 'You're Gorgeous' mentioned here is by Baby Bird. Lenny Kravitz's song 'I Belong To You' comes from his album called 5. It's one hell of a sexy song! Dedication: To Wen, whose story inspired this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Click. Whirr. Click. Whirr. 'So that's what it feels like to be on the other side. The power. The control.' Click. Whirr. Click. Whirr. 'He's so beautiful. He should have been a girl. He he. He IS 'the girl' sometimes.' Click. Whirr. Click. Whirr. 'But these pictures are boring. Not that I ever get tired of looking at him.' Justin Timberlake sat on the hotel bed, playing with the Polaroid camera, taking candid shots of JC, as the brunet walked around the room, speaking on his cell phone. JC held out his hand to block out the flashes of light as he tried to ignore Justin. "Uh-huh...yeah. Ok, but I don't have a free day until the 15th of December. Oh...uh-huh..." JC said into the phone, giving Justin a look that told him to cut it out. Justin was getting frustrated. They had the next two days off and JC was wasting it, talking about business instead of spending time with him. He deliberately started to walk around JC like a professional photographer, taking shot after shot. "That's it, baby. Work it! Work it!" Justin adlibbed. "No, I really...Justin, stop that.......I can't fly back there on that day...the earliest possible would be...Justin, cut it out...no, I can't swing that date...I told you last week that date was impossible! I have to...JUSTIN! STOP IT!" JC yelled. The teenager froze in place, staring at JC. JC had never yelled at him before. Sure, he had been angry with him but he had never yelled. Justin quietly turned away, putting the camera on the dresser and lay down on the bed. He propped the pillows against the headboard and leaned against them, stretching his legs in front of him. Taking the remote control, he started to surf through the channels, careful to keep the volume low. He didn't even see the screen as he stared ahead. JC sighed, knowing that he had just messed up big time. "Look, obviously you screwed up the schedule so sort it out and I'll call you in the morning. Bye." He hung up the phone and looked at Justin. Justin was trying his best not to pout but JC knew it wouldn't be long...there was that pout! JC smiled and sighed. "I'm sorry." Silence. "They screwed up the recording schedules so I was pissed at them." Silence. "Still I shouldn't have yelled." Silence. JC climbed up on the bed and straddled Justin's leg, blocking the view of the television. He then put on his most apologetic expression and made puppy eyes. Justin almost smiled but forced himself not to by looking down. "Please forgive me?" JC asked. "I hate it when people yell at me." Justin said, not looking up. "I know. I'm sorry." "You said that these two days were ours and no business talk." "I know. I'm really sorry." Silence. "I'm sorry I pissed you off." Justin apologized, meeting JC's eyes. "Me too. So are we forgiven?" JC asked, grinning. "Yeah, I guess so." Justin returned the smile and leaned forward to kiss JC. As the brunet tried to pull him forward and deepen the kiss, Justin pulled away. "But not forgotten. You'll have to work for that!" "That's what I'm trying to do." JC said as he leaned forward to capture the tempting soft pink lips again. Justin pulled back again. "Not so easy! Not that way." "Ok, then how?" JC asked, with an indulgent smile. Justin frowned in thought, then his face lit up. "Punishment befitting the crime," he said as he reached for the instant camera. "You want me to take pictures?" JC asked, laughing. "No." "You want to take pictures of me?" "Yes." "Uh, ok." JC stood up and positioned himself in front of Justin. "What do you want me to do? Funny faces?" "Give me some credit, will you?" Justin said. "First we have to switch places. You get on the bed." JC complied, as realization dawned on him. "Oh, I get it," he said with a grin. "Kinky." Justin returned the grin. "Have you ever heard of the song 'You're Gorgeous' by Baby Bird?" " I think so." Justin positioned the camera in front of his face. "Sing it." "I don't remember the words." "Oh fine. Then we just have to find some other soundtrack for the shoot." "What?" JC laughed. Justin hurried over to the stereo player and slid in the CD that he had been listening to only moments ago. Lenny Kravitz's 'I Belong To You' started playing. "Strip!" Justin commanded as he turned back to face JC. JC knew that Justin thought that this was going to embarrass him or make him uncomfortable. But it was only turning him on and he had a plan to turn the tables on Justin. He was dressed in jeans and a black tank top. Kneeling on the bed, JC slowly ran his hand under his top, caressing his stomach. He slightly lifted the black material, offering Justin a peek. Click. Whirr. He trailed one finger, following the trail of hair, pausing at the edge of his jeans, continuing in, pulling the denim down a bit. Click. Whirr. JC then backtracked and started moving his hand up his stomach and towards his chest, pulling his top up. His left hand held his tank top up while his right hand travel across his pecs. He stared straight at the lens of the camera as he brought his right index finger and thumb to his mouth. Behind the camera, Justin breathing hitched as he saw JC's pink tongue slip out between his lips and lick at the thumb and finger. The wet appendage curled suggestively around the digit causing Justin to moan softly. Click. Whirr. JC smiled seductively and began to suck on his index finger. He automatically hardened when he heard Justin's moan. Any sound from his aroused angel always turned him on and this time was no different. However, he had to remain in control if his plan was going to work. JC brought his hand back to chest, this time using his finger to draw a circle around his left nipple. He squeezed the nub and felt it tighten. Trailing across his chest, he repeated the action on his right nipple, this time throwing his head back in pleasure. Click. Whirr. JC looked at the camera again and in a quick move, drew the tank top over his head and threw it to the floor. Click. Whirr. By now both were breathing heavily. Justin saw the bulge in JC's jeans and his own pants became even tighter. He waited expectantly for JC to start on his jeans. "So, the moment the film runs out, we stop right?" JC asked, so casually that they might as well have been talking about the weather. "What?" It came out as a husky squeak so Justin repeated himself. "What?" "The film. Once it's finished, we stop too right?" "I....." "I wonder how many is left?" JC wondered aloud. Justin checked the camera and saw that there were only about 10 shots left. He better make it last. He looked at JC's state of undress. Damn! Why didn't he buy the 36 reel instead of the 24? The show that JC was performing for him was too hot and he wanted to capture every minute of it on film. It would make one hell of a HBO special too! JC resumed his strip tease, intent on making Justin finish his reel before the crucial moment. He brought his hands to the front of his jeans and rubbed against his clothed hardness. Enjoying the pleasure he got from his own hand, he looked at the camera in a heavy-lidded gaze. Click. Whirr. JC slowly leaned back from his kneeling position until he was nestled against the pillow, which Justin had earlier propped up against the headboard of the bed. He drew his knees up and apart as he continued to rub himself. A sheen of perspiration was starting to build on his flushed skin, giving it a unearthly glow. Click. Whirr. JC brought his left hand to his button of his jeans and slowly undid it. Then using both his hands, he pulled the zipper apart. Grasping the edge of his jeans, he tugged the denim material down. Pushing down with his feet, JC raised his hips and pulled his jeans down. He jerked the pants off with his foot, leaving him only in his black silk boxers. Click. Whirr. JC traced the outline of his hard cock with his finger, letting the pre-cum sock through the silk. His hips thrust upwards, as if in offering. Deciding to speed things up, JC sat up and crouched on the bed on all fours. He smiled at the camera, which seemed to be shaking a little. JC turned around on the bed and knelt. Bringing his hand to the back waistband, he slowly, very slowly, began to pull down his boxers. Click. Whirr. He revealed his smooth ass inch by inch until the black boxers were around his mid thigh. Running his hands over muscled cheeks, JC gave a squeeze to each. Click. Whirr. JC then slowly turned around. His weeping shaft bounced slightly, causing Justin to groan from behind the camera. He brought his hands around to his thighs and began to move upwards towards his throbbing cock. Click. Whirr. Just before he reached the base of his erection, JC brought his hands back down, drawing a disappointed moan from Justin. Smiling, he again inched upwards with his left hand. This time, he didn't stop as he trailed one long finger along his whole length, tracing the veins. Click. Whirr. He passed his finger over the slit in the dark pink head, hissing in pleasure. His whole body shuddered as he drew in a shaky breath. JC then grasped his hard cock with his right hand and began a slow pumping movement. His left hand moved between his legs to fondle his balls. Click. Whirr. His hips pistoned up and down in opposite movement to his pumping hand. The flared head was drooling a steady flow of pre-cum, giving him a natural lubricant. Click. Whirr. The pleasure was now intense and JC was losing control. Each stoke was faster and pushing him closer to completion. His whole body was arched as his head fell back. His mouth was open as he repeated the same the mantra. "J-Justin....Justin..." Click. Then nothing. The reel had finished. Thud. The camera hid the floor, which was already covered with the Polaroids, showing JC in various state of undress. A T-shirt flew to one corner of the room, followed by green cargo pants and pre-cum stained boxer briefs. Justin, naked, pounced on JC, pressing his mouth to the brunet's. Before JC could draw Justin's tongue into his mouth, the younger man moved down his lover's body. Pushing away JC's pumping hand, Justin took the hot, hard, velvet into his mouth and began to suck earnestly. He let the head hit the back of his throat and swallowed. "JUSTIN!" JC cried out as his orgasm hit. He almost forgot to breathe as his cock spurted creamy, cum down his boyfriend's throat and into his mouth. Before JC could recover fully from his orgasmic bliss, Justin pulled away. Pulling JC's leg apart and upward, Justin emptied the cum in his mouth onto the palm of him hand. Then he brought his hand between JC's leg and felt for the puckered entrance. JC groaned in anticipation of what was coming. Justin used the natural lubricant to slowly enter JC. He stretched his lover with one finger than slowly added a second. Pumping in slightly, he felt for the spot that would give JC more pleasure. JC cried out as he hit the spot. Leaning forward, Justin captured JC's mouth in another wet kiss, this time letting JC suck on his tongue. He expertly placed the head of his cock near JC's entrance and pushed in. Inch by inch, he entered JC, swallowing the brunet's cries of pleasure and pain mixed together. Justin had to shut his eyes tightly so as to not lose control as the tight, hot cavern of JC's ass gripped his hard cock. JC felt himself harden again and agilely brought his legs up to hook over Justin's shoulder. Justin understood the silent message and slowly began to pump his hips. JC ran his hand over Justin's back encouragingly. "Harder, baby," JC gasped. Justin pulled all the way out and pounded right into JC's body. His thrust became deeper and faster. His tongue mimicked his body's moment in JC's mouth. Justin felt JC's hard cock rubbing against his stomach with each thrust and brought his hand in between their body's to grab the velvety hardness. JC's cries were swallowed by Justin mouth as he provided JC with the friction he needed. Both bodies moved in a rhythmic dance. Sweat poured off the both of them as the temperature in the room rose too. The sound of the stereo playing was accompanied by the heavy breathing and muffled cries of the two guys. Then in a crescendo, both cried out their release. Minutes passed before either could find the strength to string a sentence together. "Does this mean everything is forgiven AND forgotten?" JC asked, a goofy grin on his face. "I don't know. Kind of hard to forget THAT!" Justin said, referring to the recent activity. "Besides, with all those photos to remind me, I don't think either of us can ever forget. Which is a good thing since that will teach you to never yell at me." JC grinned. "Let me see the photos." He scrambled to the foot of the bed on all fours and leaned down to collect the Polaroids. He then laid back beside Justin and began to look through the photos. "Woah!" JC exclaimed. Justin watched as JC flipped through each shot. Getting a second preview of what he had seen started to turn Justin on again. Grabbing the photos he placed them on the nightstand and pinned JC back on the bed. Surprised and amused, JC looked up at Justin. "What! Again?" "You've got a problem with that?" Justin asked as he started to nibble on JC's neck. "No. It's that effective huh?" JC asked. "Uh-uh. Instant aphrodisiac," came the muffled answer from the crook of JC's neck. "In that case, I want one too!" "You want pictures of yourself?" Justin asked looking up. "No, I want pictures of you...that way!" JC stated. "I didn't yell at you. Why should I do it?" Justin asked turning his attention back to JC's neck. "Justin!" "Say please?" "Please?" "Fine." "Really?" "Yeah, now shut up. I'm trying to work here!" Justin said and began to kiss his way down JC's chest. ** The End.