Spoiled Brat

by Shireen

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Justin was impatient, everyone knew that. He'd been catered to and given pretty much everything he'd even mentioned wanting since he was a kid. But Nelly didn't get it and got easily annoyed with the look of impatience in Justin's eyes when Nelly didn't give him what he wanted. Right. That. Second. So, when Justin woke up to find Nelly gone, making the necessary appearance on 106 and Park, Justin two-wayed Nelly. Nelly scowled at the message:

Dude! Bored. Come back. :)

Nelly ignored it, idly talking to Free during the commercial break. Ten minutes later when his hip buzzed, the message read:

Neeeeeeeelleeeeeeeeeeeee

It certainly wasn't the only thing buzzing. Nelly rolled his eyes. Justin was a fifteen-year-old girl, apparently. He got the next message in the middle of explaining his latest single and ignored the insistent pager. But Ali grabbed it while a video was playing, wanting to know "Who the fuck is it, yo?" And Nelly leapt off the top of the couch at him, wrestling away the pager before Ali could flip it open and read the message. Mumbling something about the new record he excused himself and went to the bathroom.

Nekid and on your bed dirty. Where the hell are youuu?

Nelly groaned and shut off the pager, adjusting himself before going back on stage.

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Nelly flung open the hotel door, letting it slam behind him. He found Justin naked and cross-legged in the middle of the bed, two way in hand. He smiled brightly at Nelly, tossing the two way off the bed.

"Took you fuckin' long enough." Justin cussed more when he didn't get what he wanted but there wasn't any hint of malice in his voice.

"I was filmin' a show dirty."

"So?"

So? So. "So? So I can't just say 'Excuse me I've got a fuckin' spoiled brat in my room who doesn't know how to wait, we'll have to do this another time.'"

Justin's eyes dulled and his smile fell. Damn it.

"Listen J, I didn't mean it like that. It's just. You gotta understand."

Justin wasn't listening, fishing over the side of the bed for his boxers and yanking them on, brushing past Nelly into the living room. Nelly still wasn't used to hotel rooms being bigger than the house he grew up in. It just wasn't right.

Nelly dropped his head, throwing his hat on to the bed and following Justin. He was sitting on the couch. His arms were folded across his bare chest and scowling at the news anchor on the big screen.

"C'mon Justin, I didn't mean it. I just meant you gotta wait sometimes, ya know?"

Justin was still glaring, scooting over when Nelly sat down next to him.

"Baby, come on." Nelly moved closer, leaving Justin no place to go. Justin looked over, arms still crossed, and raised an eyebrow.

"Baby?"

Nelly nodded, trying not to blush.

"Don't try and butter me up. I can't believe you said that. You don't know shit about me, so don't think that by fucking me you-"

"Shut up."

Justin stopped, eyes wide. "What did you say?"

"You heard me dirty. Now stop it."

Nelly crawled on top of Justin, forcing him to uncross his arms, and grabbed a fistful of curls.

"Listen to me J," Nelly tipped Justin's head back, licking a trail over his jawbone. "You're going to stop bitching now and learn to wait. You're going to learn some fucking patience, and you're going to sit there and let me blow you." Nelly bit Justin's ear and smiled, feeling the boy squirm.

"I am not. Now get the fuck off me, damnit, I mean it. Get- What?"

Nelly slid down Justin's body, smiling as he unzipped Justin's jeans and heard a moan. He was going to have to learn some patience.