All i Have Fiction » Justin Timberlake

Become

Karen — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 03:57:48 +0000

This story was written for the rpf_big_bang challenge. Many thanks goes to sly_fuck for the beautiful banner. Enjoy!

Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty

Dude!

Karen — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 06:58:55 +0000

“No man you lost!” Nick said with a laugh pointing directly at Justin.
The younger boy shook his head and threw the cards down on the table.
“I suck at this whole poker thing,” Justin said sitting back up in his favorite recliner. He looked back at the tv screen, showing his favorite football team finally scoring a touchdown.
“Don’t pout baby,” Nick smirked. “Just remove those damned pants.”
“I don’t want to sit around the house naked,” Justin whined removing his final piece of clothing without further instruction.
Nick climbed up onto the couch and put his feet down on the coffee table.
“You’re team is still losing baby,” He laughed shaking his head.
Justin watched the golden locks fall down in front of Nick’s face and sighed. He closed his eyes and thought about the last time Nick surprised him.
He had been on tour for three months solid, and all Justin wanted to do was come home and see his baby. But Nick hadn’t been home.
Walking up to to their bedroom got Justin hard just thinking about what was behind that door. Then he had opened it slowly, just in case he was asleep. Tears had sprung to his eyes to find an empty house to return to.
Justin had stripped himself down to nothing and laid in that cold bed alone not knowing where Nick was, and that scared him. That night Justin had to play fantasies through his imagination. He knew ever inch of his lover’s body and remembered every feeling of his touch.
“Right there baby,” Justin moaned, touching his naked body. His fingertips teased and tickles his erection till he had felt another hand helping him.
His eyes had opened up and saw Nick’s shining back at him. Nick had been watching him the whole time, wanting to know what Justin would do when he came home to an empty house.
They made sweet passionate love that night; Nick made sure Justin was reasured he’d never return to an empty house again.
“Oh Nick…” Justin moaned his hips moving upwards slightly. “I missed you too baby.”
Nick’s ears perted up; Justin’s moaning caught his attention loud and clear. He slowly turned his head and saw his lover sitting in the recliner with erection in hand.
Sitting forward a little more on the couch, Nick watched as Justin slowly teased himself panting out Nick’s name.
‘Holy shit!’ Nick’s mind screamed, alarms going off in all areas of his body.
Blinking his eyes slowly, Nick rubbed them and slowly opened his eyes once more to watch as Trek, their full grown Saint Bernard, licked at Justin’s cock. Justin arched his back against the warm tongue lapping up his precum.
Slowly standing up to his feet, Nick walked over to the recliner and started licking at Justin’s chest. He had his own cock in hand, tugging at it ever so slowly.
Justin’s eyes slowly opened up, looking down at Nick licking at his chest. It was then that he noticed Trek. He moaned again as the dog roughly licked the thick vein lying under his thick shaft.
Kissing his lips quickly, Nick stood up and kicked off his pants that had been around his ankles. He pulled the shirt off over his head and climbed up to straddle over Justin on the recliner. Very carefully he lowered himself down and rubbed himself against his lover feeling the dog lick at them happily.
“Oh god,” Nick moaned, his body shaking as he tried to keep himself from falling against Justin.
The animal took that as a sign to continue licking, going a little harder against his masters.
“I don’t…” Justin swallowed hard as his eyes closed. “I don’t know how much longer…I can…wait.”
Nick leaned down and kissed him feverishly. “Let it go baby,” He coached rubbing himself harder against the younger man.
Justin’s back arched out away from the recliner and his orgasm engulfed him deeply; Nick’s name could be heard for miles.
The look on Justin’s face alone could make Nick lose it but he held off. He wanted Justin to witness what he just experienced.
Justin took a deep breath and looked up at Nick, his beautiful mate now all sweaty and ready to explode. He wrapped his hand around Nick and stroked him at a painfully slow pace.
“Justy…don’t…” Nick choked on some air as he tried to keep himself from falling down ontop of Justin. “Don’t tease baby.”
Justin smirked to himself. Don’t tease, yeah right.
He slowed down his pace, watching tentatively as Nick’s body shuttered again. Trek licked over Justin’s hand encouraging him to continue.
“More baby,” Nick panted, beads of sweat sliding down off the tip of his nose. His hips moved against Justin’s hand and he clenched his eyes closed tight.
Trek put his two front paws up on the recliner and moved his head up sniffing at Nick’s tight hole. He began to lick at it as Nick’s breath became a sharp whoosh of cold air. He felt like crying when all he wanted to do was cum.
‘Why did you hold back?’ He asked himself as his hips bucked forward against Justin’s quickened pace.
“OOhhhh…” Nick moaned deep within his throat knowing he was almost there. “More Justy more!” He shouted finally hitting that peak. Nick came long and hard against Justin’s lower stomach, collapsing against his lover in a sweaty mess.
Justin rubbed Nick’s back gently, kissing the side of his face as he took deep breaths to calm himself.
“Good boy,” Justin said watching the animal move over to sit beside the recliner. Justin smiled to himself as he rubbed Trek between the ears. “I know teaching him a thing or two would come in handy.”

Oral Fixation

Karen — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 07:11:33 +0000

“It happened again,” Justin said in a grumble as he walked into the room, slamming the door behind him.
JC looked up from his Newsweek, turning the page in the process. Him and Lance were sharing a hotel room that night and Justin just happened to pick up an extra key before he went out clubbin’.
“What is it Just?” Lance asked looking up from his spot on the bed. He held the remote carefully in his hand, laying on his stomach with his head down at the end of the still made bed.
The only light in the room was that blazing from the TV and through the opening in the curtains; outside flashes illuminating Lance’s blonde hair.
“The stupid girl couldn’t finish,” Justin said in a sigh, collapsing in the nearest chair across from JC.
JC shook his head and back down at the article he was reading. Lance stiffed a giggle and clicked the TV with a single movement. “What happened this time?”
Justin sat up in his seat, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath. He opened his mouth trying to collect all his thoughts as he looked between Lance and JC.
“Well…”
“JC’s not even listening,” Justin whined looking back at Lance.
JC dropped the magazine into his lap and rolled his eyes. “Justin I’ve heard this story so many times…I don’t need to hear it again.”
“JC!” Justin whined a little more bouncy in his seat.
JC tossed the magazine on the empty bed and looked back at his friend. “What happened?”
Justin smiled and wiped his hands across his dark slacks. “Well we were in the back room you know? Every club has one. You find a chick that will do and you take her back there right? Well I told her what I wanted. You guys know how much I love verbal blow jobs. No touching; nothing but the words of what she’d do if I let her,” He started.
Both JC and Lance nodded their heads. Justin always had this obsession with the chicks he’s with to describe in detail what they’d do if he let her. It was a serious control issue Justin had but never admitted to.
“She didn’t complain or anything when I told her to start. I closed my eyes and was sitting back. Her description was pretty good. She used the wrong number in my measurement but that’s besides the point,” Justin said trailing a little off subject.
“And the problem is what?” JC asked waiting for Justin to finally get to his point.
Justin huffed. “She fuckin’ bit me. Not litterally but you know what I mean. I’m not into that kind of kinky shit. I needed to get off so bad, she teased me all the way up to the point where she fuckin bit my tip.”
Lance bit his lower lip and tried his best not to laugh. He rolled onto his side, his back towards Justin and started to giggle.
Justin had saw the redness in Lance’s face and then heard the laughter. “Yo shut the fuck up Lance!” Justin snapped picking up a shoe that just so happened to be laying on the ground to throw at him.
He looked back at JC with a questionable look. “What about you JC? What do you think?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah seriously.”
“You need to stop getting mental blow jobs and get the real thing.” JC lifted his eye brow at Justin before picking his magazine back up.
“Man JC I can’t. There was nothing but skankies at the club tonight. I don’t know where their mouths have been. I’d love to fuck those god damned smirks right off a couple of their faces but *shivers* I can’t bring myself to do it. Poor Johnson wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Justin said grabbing his crotch.
Lance howled with laughter as he just about fell off the bed.
“Yo man Lance what the fuck is your problem?” Justin asked looking over at his friend.
Lance climbed off of the bed, wiping the tears away from his eyes. He sat down on the ground near Justin’s feet and shook his head, trying not to laugh anymore.
JC closed his magazine and tossed it back on the bed. “You do it Lance.”
Lance’s face froze. “Huh?”
“You think it’s so funny. Give Justin a verbal blow job. Then he can get off, shut up about this stupid fuckin’ obsession of his and then go to his own room,” JC said a little more clearer.
Lance look like he was just punched in the gut. “You’re not serious?”
JC nodded his head looking over at Justin to make sure he was okay with it.
“Yeah Lance. Let’s see what you got. I know you’ve sucked some dick in your lifetime,” Justin said quickly, shifting around uncomfortably in his seat.
Lance blushed a bright red and moved to sit up on the bed, next to JC’s magazine. He leaned forward and stared across the dimly lit room at his friend.
“Alright…first I’d slowly remove your…” Lance started when Justin interupted him.
“Wait wait wait!” He said flinging his arms out. “Lemme get comfortable.”
Justin kicked his shoes off and then removed his jean jacket. He slid back in the chair a little, his butt almost to the edge of the seat. After he closed his eyes, licked his lips and put his hands on his thighs he told Lance to continue.
“Alright,” Lance said nodding his head. He looked around the room and then started back up where he had started. “I’d slowly unzip your…”
“Hold up,” JC said stopping him. “I’m not sitting here while you do this.”
JC climbed out of his chair and walked over towards the bed to grab his magazine. He knew Justin hadn’t opened his eyes yet and when he picked up his magazine, JC whispered something into Lance’s ear. JC tiptoed over to the bathroom and closed the door as if he had went inside.
“Ok well…JC’s gone…can I continue?” Lance spoke up, smiling over at JC standing near the door.
Justin nodded and told him to hurry up.
“Okay where was I?” Lance asked staring at Justin shifting in his seat again.
Justin’s mouth opened up and said, “You were going to unzip something if I remember correctly.”
“Oh right,” Lance chuckled. “I’d slowly start unzipping your pants, my lips on your throat kissing over your adam’s apple.”
Justin moaned softly, amazed by how real it seemed. It was like he could actually feel someone unzipping his pants, and soft featherlike kisses on his throat.
“More,” He encouraged.
Lance watched as JC kissed more on Justin’s throat before he continued.
“My hand would slid in your open jeans. I’d rub over your soft, warm skin moving my lips up to meet yours,” Lance spoke.
JC’s lips found Justin’s as his hand rubbed over the buldge in Justin’s boxers. JC moaned against Justin’s lips as his friend called out Oh God.
“Jace…” Justin muttered finally opening his eyes. He lifted his hips up to meet his friend’s hand and moaned again. Lance took that as an insentive to go ahead.
“My hands would push your jeans off of your hips and down your legs. I’d push my tongue into your mouth and move over to straddle your waist. I’d push my hard cock down against your, letting them rub together through the fabric.”
Justin moaned again, feeling JC’s dick rub his in an erotic dance. “Josh…ah…I can’t handle the teasing,” Justin muttered before his mouth was occupied with JC’s tongue.
Lance watched the two of them, feeling his own cock spring to life. It was eerie how turned on he was getting just watching his friend’s.
“I’d move my body off of yours, tweaking your nipples as I kissed my way down your happy trail. I’d remove your boxers quickly and blow cool air on you lovely cock,” Lance said sliding his hand down into his pants. He moaned softly as he felt his hand wrap around his erection. JC blew cool air on Justin, loving how his friend whimpered. He tweaked Justin’s nippled and then took the head of Justin’s cock into his mouth.
Justin’s head tipped back, his eyes closed and mouth hung open.
“Oh…fuck!” He muttered moving his hips up to slam his dick down JC’s throat.
Lance was lost, he couldn’t speak. “What next Lance?!” Justin commanded feeling his hips get pushed down against the chair.
“Um…um…” Lance stuttered his hand moving quickly inside of his pants. “I’d lick along the thick vein at the base of your cock all the way up to the tip where I’d suck you off. I’d lower my mouth back down and deep throat you. My head’ll be going so fast, letting you fuck my mouth till you came hard.”
Lance fell over onto his back, clentching his eyes tight as he stroked himself hard and face.
“Josh! More!” Justin moaned, his fingers finding his friend’s dark brown hair. “Harder!”
JC continued to deep throat Justin, his own cock throbbing inside of his pants. Justin screamed, bucking his hips forward against JC’s hands. He let out a long moan as his body twitched and he came long and hard in JC’s throat.
He took a deep breath and looked down at his friend, taking the time to clean him off with his tongue. Both men looked over at Lance when they heard another long satisfied groan come from him.
“Wow…” Justin mumbled pulling JC up off of the floor. “That was the best verbal blow job ever.”
“Now will you shut up and go back to your own room so we can get some sleep?” JC teased with a laugh.
Lance moved over to sit in the chair next to Justin, the one JC had occupied moments before. Justin’s eyes met up with Lance’s and they both smirked.
Justin pulled JC to him, kissing his lips long and hard. He moaned once he could taste himself on JC’s tongue.
“Now JC…you know we couldn’t leave you this hard and not do anything about it,” Lance laughed watching as Justin’s hand slid down into JC’s pants and grabbed his erection. JC withered against Justin’s hand and moaned against Justin’s tongue as it entered his mouth.

Touch Me. Tease Me.

Karen — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 07:07:22 +0000

“Oh my gosh! My back is killing me,” Lance complained as he fell face first on his bed. Justin kicked the door closed and laughed. He put his gym bag down and walked over, flipping the tv on.
“This hotel sucks,” Justin commented falling on the bed next to his friend. Lance grumbled in a reply, scooting up towards the pillows.
N Sync was down in Atlanta, rehearsing for their up-n-coming tour. Wade was working them extra hard and after the long break they had, most of them just weren’t used OT it.
Justin kicked off his shoes, his eyes never moving from the tv screen. He didn’t mind the fact that the hotel rooms were double booked with only bed in each one. No. He hated that there wasn’t any air conditioning.
“Damn Yo! It’s flippin’ hot in here,” Justin said jumping off the bed to push open the window as far as it’d go; two inches.
“Fuck!” He grumbled, pushing the curtains to the side more. Lance watched from the bed as his friend peeled off his tshirt and threw it on the nearby chair.
Justin walked back over, turning the tv up a little more. He laughed at the joke David Letterman had just said and fell back on the bed.
Lance groaned again as the bed moved around causing Justin to look over at him.
“Yo Lancey! What’s the matter?” He rubbed Lance’s shoulder softly and waited patiently for his reply.
Lance turned his head back around to look at Justin. “My back ‘dude’!” He replied, totally making fun of Justin’s wannabe Ghetto tone.
Justin rubbed over Lance’s shoulder some more and heard a soft gasp. “That better?”
Lance nodded.
Justin smiled.
“Take your shirt off. I’ll rub your back for you,” Justin offered turning the television off.
Lance looked at Justin curiously for a few minutes before he removed his tshirt. He tossed it over where Justin’s was and laid down in the middle of the bed, his head resting comfortably on the pillows.
Moving over, Justin straddled Lance’s body right over his ass and put his hands down on his friend’s back. “You like it hard or soft?” Justin asked, trying not to giggle at how that sounded. Lance didn’t care.
Justin slid his hands around Lance’s toned back, rubbing up his sides and kneading down the middle.
“God Justin…that feels great,” Lance mumbled, closing his mouth only to open it again with a moan.
Justin closed his eyes and started to rub his hands on Lance’s back like he’d want to be rubbed. His tongue darted out to wettin’ his lips, his mouth hanging open as his breathing got a little heavier.
Lance moaned again in the midst of saying his friend’s name. Justin opened his eyes, looking down at Lance.
“Do you want me to stop?” Justin asked in a whisper, feeling a stirring in his groin. Lance shook his head no quickly.
“No…no don’t stop,” He said in a beg, never thinking he could enjoy a back massage this much. His hips ground into the bed, Justin’s doing the same to his ass.
“God Lance,” Justin groaned tipping his head back. He couldn’t take it anymore. Removing one hand off of Lance’s back to slid down into his sweatpants. Justin moaned at the feeling his own hand gave him. He continued to grind himself down against Lance, his hand on his back stopping.
Lance looked over his shoulder, Justin’s head was tipped back and his eyes were closed. Quickly moving out from underneath him, Lance pulled his track pants, with his boxers, down. He threw them to the side and moved towards Justin who hadn’t noticed his friend’s movements.
Lance’s lips were on Justin’s; his hand rubbing him through the fabric. Justin moaned so loud he though that because of the thin walls, the guys in the next room could hear him.
His sweatpants were pushed down and both guys moaned. Their hard cocks were rubbing together, their tongues battling inside Lance’s mouth.
“I want this,” Justin gasped moments later, pulling from the kiss. Lance nodded his head.
With his hands on Justin’s shoulders, Lance kissed him fiercely. He pushed gently so that Justin was on his back, his head on the pillows.
Lance’s hand continued to stroke his dick, as he hovered over Justin. Justin whimpered. He wanted something to happen but Lance was just teasing him. His eyes were glued on Lance’s hand, and what that hand was doing.
Then he felt it. Lance was slowly sliding down on him. Justin looked up and saw Lance biting his lower lip, making sure to keep his hand moving.
Justin pushed that hand away and replaced it with his own. He moaned, he was all the way in. Lance gasped.
The movements were slow, Lance set the pace as Justin continued to work his hand on Lance’s body.
“God Justy,” Lance moaned moving his body faster against him. Justin moved his hand faster on Lance.
It worked both ways for awhile. If Lance moaned, Justin moaned in return. If Lance picked up speed and the hardness of the thrusts, Justin did the same.
Lance’s hands rubbed up Justin’s body, tweaking his nipples. That let a low growl out of Justin who arched his back, screaming for dear life as he came deep inside of Lance. His hand unconsciously squeezed Lance’s cock.
“OOOOH GOD!” Lance screamed out, his hot cum shooting all over Justin’s hand and their bodies. As soon as he pulled himself off of Justin’s body, Lance crumbled up into a pile next to his friend. Both were panting heavily.
Justin used his clean hand to wipe the sweat off of his forehead, then pull Lance over close to him. He kissed his friends lips before they just laid there and cuddled.
“You think it could get any hot in here?!” Justin laughed putting his head down on Lance’s chest.