Full Circle

By:  Gretchen

Justin stalked into the studio, walked right up to Wade and punched him in the jaw.

"You're off, Robson."

Wade staggered back, his hand at his jaw, his brown eyes flashing with controlled anger. He recovered quickly, already lunging for Justin.

"Woah!" Joey said, grabbing Wade by the shoulders. He could feel Wade's muscles jumping as he tried to break free.

Chris grabbed Justin by the arm, pulling him back from Wade. Justin shrugged him off, and Chris let him go. Hey, if Justin wants to go around punching Wade, that's okay with Chris, he figures he could get out of some rehearsal time.

"Fuck you, Timberlake," Wade spits out at him.

Justin laughed bitterly, "Well, that would complete your fucked up circle, wouldn't it? I do Britney, you do Britney, we do each other."

JC gasped and stared openmouthed at Wade. Lance cleared his throat and looked at Justin. "Um. What?"

Justin turned his glare from Wade to look at Lance. "Guess who Britney was fucking behind my back?"

"Wade?" Chris asked him.

"He's done," Justin said, turning away from them and taking off his sweatshirt. "Marty," he said to the choreographer standing off to the side, "how would you like to take over?"

Marty looked between Justin and Wade. "I think I'll give you guys a few minutes." He shook his head and left the room.

Justin turned back to Wade. "I suggest you leave. Now."

"You can't fire me," Wade sneered at him. "I have a contract. I'm here through the beginning of the tour."

Justin raised his eyebrows. "Watch me. You're fired. Get out."

"J?" Lance asked tentatively. "He does have a contract."

"Fine," Justin waved his hand, dismissing the thought. "He gets paid, I don't care." He turned back and glared at Wade. Stepping closer, he stood face to face with him. "I don't want you in my sight."

Wade lowered his hand from his jaw, which was already turning black and blue. "Justin, we didn't…"

"I don't fucking care," Justin said lowly. "You were supposed to be my friend." He snorted, "Thanks a lot, friend."

Wade held his gaze. "It's not all my fault, you know."

Justin nodded. "Yeah. I'm sure she held a gun to your head and asked you to fuck her," he said sarcastically.

The corner of Wade's mouth twisted up. "No, she sure didn't. But she wanted it." He leaned closer to Justin, so their noses were almost touching. Very softly, he said. "She mentioned something about being unfulfilled."

"You bastard," Justin seethed. He drew back his right fist, ready to punch him again.

Chris grabbed his arm as it was moving forward. "Woah! That's enough." He glared at Wade. "I think you know where the door is."

Wade pulled away from Joey's hold and picked up his bag from where he dropped it near the mirror. With one last glare at them, he left the studio.

"That bastard," Justin fumed, picking up a water bottle and throwing it against the mirror. "Can you fucking believe that?" He paced in front of the guys. "He fucked my girlfriend! My girlfriend! He was supposed to be my friend!"

JC stepped forward, putting his hand on Justin's shoulder. "You okay, Justin?"

Justin stopped his motion and looked at JC. He rolled his eyes. "No. I'm not okay, JC," he said patiently. "I loved her. He was one of my best friends. I should be able to trust them alone together."

"You want to quit for today?" Lance asked him.

Justin shook his head. "No. Tour's in a couple weeks. We need to do this." He took a deep breath. "I need something to take my mind off of it."

Marty poked his head back in the room. "Guys?"

Joey waved him in. "Come on in, Marty." Marty tentatively entered the room, and looked around. "He's gone," Joey supplied. "Looks like it's just you."

Marty nodded. "Okay, then, let's get started." He glanced at Justin. "I'm thinking you don't want to work on Pop?"

Justin laughed, "Let's stay away from any Wade choreographed songs today, okay?"

Marty nodded, "Sounds good." He moved to the CD player.

Chris stepped up behind Justin. Throwing an arm around his shoulders, he said, "You gonna be alright?"

Justin nodded at him. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He shook out his hand. "My fucking hand hurts, though."

Chris laughed, "You threw a hell of a punch, kid." He moved into position as Marty started the CD. "Glad to see I taught you something."

Justin laughed and began to dance.

*****

Justin entered his house, kicking off his shoes, tossing his keys on the table right inside the door and turning on the light in the foyer at the same time. His shoes landed haphazardly near the stairs, and he left them there, heading for his kitchen for a drink of water.

Yawning, he stretched his arms above his head, closing his eyes as he walked. Rubbing his eyes, he moved around his house by memory, his hand finding the light switch without a problem. Opening his eyes, he skirted around the kitchen table to his refrigerator. Taking out a bottle of water, he kicked the door shut and took a long swallow.

Lowering his head, his gaze fell upon the pictures held up on the refrigerator door by magnets. The magnets were in the shape of the states he had visited. He had started getting them as a joke, something Chris said one time about remembering where they had been, and once he started, he never stopped.

The picture his eyes fell upon was of him, Britney and Wade taken the previous year. They were backstage at a show of hers, Vegas, if he remembered correctly, the three of them on the couch, Britney between them. Her arms were around each of them, her head tilted towards Wade.

Justin never thought about that much before, the tilt of her head. But now it spoke volumes to him. How long had they been going behind his back? How long was she lying to him? No, both of them lying to him. And would either one of them have told him if he didn't find out? If he didn't happen to walk into Britney's house as she was hanging up the phone with Wade, telling him she'd see him later on?

Probably not, he thought, reaching out for the picture. They would have just let him go on thinking that everything was fine. That Britney loved him and that Wade was just a "close friend" like she still claimed.

"Bullshit," he muttered, tearing the picture in half and throwing it in the garbage. "Friend with benefits, more like it."

Trading the bottle of water for a bottle of beer, he turned out the light in the kitchen on his way to the living room. Marty had given them off the next day, which was mighty nice of him, considering it was Sunday, and Justin fully intended in wallowing in his own misery.

Chris offered to come over and hang out, not wanting Justin to be alone, but Justin declined. He knew Chris had plans, he had only been talking about this girl for a week nonstop, and Justin didn't want to interfere, even though Chris would have cancelled without a second thought if he knew Justin needed him.

But Justin wanted to be alone. He made that perfectly clear to Joey, JC and Lance, too. He didn't need their pity, he didn't want them sitting with him, making stupid small talk to try and keep his mind off the image of Britney and Wade together.

"Threesome," he muttered. "Christ, I would have even gone for that!"

But no. They did it alone. Without him, which made it worse. At least if it was a threesome, he'd have been there! He'd have known exactly what the two of them were doing, how long they spent kissing, how long Wade teased her before finally giving her what she wanted.

Maybe that's why they never offered. Because they knew Justin was observant. They knew he'd be able to tell there was more to them than just sex if he watched them. He would have seen she was falling for him if he was able to watch her touch him, kiss him.

Justin groaned and threw his head back on the couch. He picked up a pillow and held it over his face, wondering if he could suffocate himself. He really did need to stop thinking of them.

The doorbell pulled him from his thoughts and he considered not getting up. He really wasn't in the mood for other people. His friend Sam Adams was working out just fine. Making sure to pick up the bottle of beer, he headed towards his door.

The doorbell rang again and now banging on the door was added.

"I'm coming!" Justin yelled. "Christ!"

"Hurry the fuck up, Timberlake! It's raining out here!"

Justin stopped in the foyer at the sound of Wade's voice. "Fuck you, Robson! Stay out there and catch pneumonia for all I care!"

"You're a bitch, Justin!" Wade yelled through the door.

Justin's mouth dropped open and he flung open the door. "I'm a bitch? You fuck my girlfriend and you call me a bitch?"

Wade smirked. "You opened the door, didn't you?"

Justin growled and went to slam the door shut. Wade put his foot in the door, preventing Justin from shutting it. He winced as the door hit it.

"I hope you can't dance," Justin muttered childishly.

"What difference does it make?" Wade countered as he stepped in the house. "I'm off the tour, remember?"

Justin sneered, "I'm sure Britney can fit you in." He turned on his heel and walked away from Wade. "You're dripping on my floor. I'm sure you can show yourself out."

Wade rolled his eyes and followed Justin through his house, taking off his wet jacket. Justin stopped abruptly and turned, Wade pulling up just in time.

"I'm going to say this slowly, because I'm thinking you have some sort of hearing problem." Justin spoke the next sentence slowly, pausing between each word. "Get…out…of…my…house."

Wade grinned. "Nope."

Justin threw up his hands. "What the fuck? Why are you here? I can't stand the sight of you right now!" Wade opened his mouth to answer and Justin shook his head, cutting him off before he could get a word out. "No! I don't want to hear it. Just…leave me alone."

Wade followed Justin when he turned away. They went into the kitchen where Justin got himself another beer. Wade crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

"I came here for a reason," Wade said quietly.

Justin snorted, "I'm sure you did. To what? Apologize for doing my girlfriend?"

Wade nodded. "Actually, yeah."

"Well, save it. I don't want to hear it."

Wade sighed, "Look, Justin, I didn't mean for it to happen."

"I don't care, Wade," Justin said. "Really, I don't."

Wade began to get angry. "You're such a bitch! You really are! You stand there like you've never cheated on her!"

"I didn't do it with her best friend!" Justin yelled at him.

"So?" Wade threw back. "Does that make it any better?" He smirked, "At least she knew I was disease free, which is more than I can say about you and your conquests."

Justin crossed the kitchen and threw a punch before Wade could even react. Justin's fist connected with Wade's stomach, and Justin allowed himself a grin of satisfaction as Wade doubled over. He didn't pause too long, because he could see Wade was getting ready to swing at him.

Wade stood up. His hand was still on his gut. His words came out softly. "We're really going to do this? Fight?"

Justin lifted his chin. "I can't think of anything else that would give me greater satisfaction than beating the shit out of you."

That damned half smile crossed Wade's mouth again. "I can," he said, holding Justin's eyes.

The impact of his words hit Justin and he reeled back. His hands unclenched at his sides. He stared at Wade in shock. Wade simply stood there, watching him. His brown eyes were flecked with slight amusement as he watched Justin absorb the shock that his words apparently caused.

Finally, Justin choked out a laugh. "I'd rather hit you."

Wade shrugged, "Fine, then." He opened his arms, "hit me." His face darkened. "But this time, I will hit you back."

"I can take you," Justin said, cocky.

Wade dropped his arms, watching Justin move closer, his hands clenched in fists. After watching Justin dance for years, he knew exactly where Justin was going to go. He was taken off guard when Justin blindsided him earlier that day, but now he knew what to look for. He knew Justin was going to use his right fist, not only because Justin wasn't being original with his punches, but also because he watched him drop his shoulder and get ready to pull back.

Wade was ready for him. He moved to his right, ducking away from Justin's punch, raising his hand and catching his fist. Wade twisted his arm, pinning Justin's hand behind his back, pushing him forward, against the counter.

Wade put his mouth close to Justin's ear. "Are you sure you want to fight?"

Justin made a noise in his throat and pushed off the counter, shoving Wade backwards, and twisting his arm free. "Positive."

Wade shook his head, "Fine." He watched Justin, anticipated his next move and struck. His fist connected with Justin's stomach just as Justin raised his left hand. Justin let out an "oof," and involuntarily clutched his gut.

Wade didn't let up. He moved to Justin and gave him an uppercut as he was doubled over. Justin raised his head, a small spot of blood forming on his already swollen lip.

He growled and rushed Wade, catching him around the waist and pushing him into the hall. They banged into the wall, Wade's foot lashing out and hooking around Justin's hall table. A lamp crashed to the floor, but Justin ignored it. They rolled on the ground, grunts coming from each man as they fought.

Somehow, Wade got the upper hand. He sat on Justin's hips, his hands pinned at his side. They were both breathing heavy, and Wade took the time out to catch his breath.

Justin looked up at him. "I hate you," he said between pants.

Wade stopped and looked down at Justin. His mouth was open, breaths coming out in short bursts. There was a cut above his eye, and it was already turning purple. Wade moved his jaw and was sure that he didn't look much better.

But then he looked into Justin's eyes. He saw the defeated look, the sadness buried within the blue.

"Justin," Wade said softly.

"No," Justin said, finding the strength to push Wade off him and stand up.

Wade stayed where he was on the floor. He watched Justin cross the hall to the living room and stop. He turned to Wade, tears in his eyes.

"I loved her."

Wade nodded, "I know."

"I don't get how you could do this to me," Justin said, wiping at his eyes.

"I don't have an answer for that," Wade told him honestly.

Justin nodded. "I'd really like you to leave."

Wade stood up. "Yeah. Okay." He looked at Justin and then at the door and then back at Justin. Making up his mind, he crossed the hall in two strides and pushed Justin against the wall, catching him off guard.

Justin involuntarily put his hands up to push at Wade, and they got caught between their bodies as Wade pressed his lips to Justin's.

Justin wanted to resist. He really did. He tried to push Wade away, but Wade was pressing him flat against the wall, and Justin couldn't get any leverage. His hands clutched at Wade's shirt, trying to find some way to push him away.

Wade wasn't going to let Justin push him away. He flattened one hand on the wall, his other on Justin's hip. He leaned his hips into Justin, thrusting gently against him.

Justin pulled Wade closer, his fisted hands clutching his shirt, pulling him flush against his own body. He snaked his arms around Wade's neck, allowing their bodies to be tight against each other.

Justin really hated what he was doing. He really hated Wade. He really wanted to pull back and punch him right in the face, breaking Wade's nose. He really didn't want to be pushed against the wall kissing him.

Justin growled and pushed back on Wade. They broke the kiss and stared at each other. Justin lifted his hand and wiped his mouth.

"I still hate you," he told Wade.

Wade nodded. "Good to know."

Justin grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him close and crushing their lips together. It was his turn to push Wade against the opposite wall, hearing the thump of his head against the wall and getting pretty much satisfaction from that. Justin ran his hands along Wade's waist, pushing up his shirt, bunching it under his hands before Wade finally got the point and lifted his arms.

The shirt made its way to the floor and Justin latched onto Wade's collarbone. He wasn't in the mood for foreplay and Justin moved his mouth over Wade's chest, dropping to his knees and scratching his nails along Wade's chest as his hands moved to his belt.

Justin made quick work of Wade's pants, pushing them around his ankles. His boxers quickly followed and Justin was pleased to find Wade already hard. Justin put his mouth on him, wasting to time with formalities.

Wade hissed and fisted his hands in Justin's curls. His head fell back, banging against the wall. His breath hitched as Justin deep throated him.

"Christ," Wade said.

Justin smiled around Wade. He moved his hand up and down, his mouth working faster, his tongue gliding over Wade's smooth skin. He moved his hands beneath Wade, cupping his balls and kneading them gently. He moved his mouth from Wade's dick and licked under him. Wade bucked his hips forward.

Justin held Wade's hips still as he moved. He moved faster, his hand keeping pace with his rhythm.

"Justin," Wade breathed. "I'm going to come."

Justin smiled around Wade and didn't stop his pace. The hand holding Wade's hips trailed along his hip, along the smooth skin of his ass. Justin ran his finger along him, pressing between him as he licked the head of Wade's dick.

Wade moaned deep in his throat and for the final time, his hips jumped. Justin eagerly sucked Wade, tasting the salty liquid as it moved down his throat.

Wade sighed as the spasms overtook him. He slid down the wall, his eyes closed, his breathing hitched.

"But you," he motioned to Justin.

A sly smile crossed Justin's face. "Don't you worry about me," he said. He stood up and turned. Pausing, he looked back at Wade. "Stay."

Wade nodded weakly and Justin left the hall. He returned a minute later with a bottle of lube and a condom in his hand.

Justin knelt down and leaned close to Wade. There was a flicker of anger in his eyes as he spoke.

"Remember that circle I talked about earlier?" Wade nodded and Justin continued. "It's going to be complete. Except that I'll be fucking you, not the other way around."

Wade didn't know how it was possible, but his dick twitched at Justin's words. There was menace in his voice, a tightly controlled anger and Wade wasn't sure if Justin was still pissed about Britney or pissed because this situation between them had gotten out of control.

Justin didn't want to do this. Justin wanted to stay pissed at Wade, but he had to admit there was something there, and that pissed him off.

Justin took off his clothing quickly, discarding them at his feet. Wade watched as he put the condom on and squirted lube on his fingers. He couldn't look away as Justin wrapped his hand around himself and coated his dick with the lube.

Looking down at Wade, Justin knelt on the floor. He put his hand under Wade's knee and roughly jerked him away from the wall. Wade lay on his back, one knee bent, the other still in Justin's hand. Justin's fingers disappeared and Wade closed his eyes as they found his hole.

Justin didn't waste much time, inserting one finger and then quickly another. He moved them around, loosening Wade up. He put in a third, wanting him to be ready for when Justin fucked him.

Pulling out his fingers, Justin grinned as Wade moaned. He was the one in control now. Wade was going to beg for him.

"You want this?" Justin breathed.

Wade bit his lip and nodded, not opening his eyes. His hips lifted off the floor in response.

"Beg," Justin said.

"Fuck you," Wade replied.

Justin reached up and grabbed Wade by the jaw. Wade jerked his eyes open in surprise. Leaning forward, Justin's lips barely brushed Wade's. "Beg," he repeated.

Wade met his eyes. "Please." Justin didn't move and Wade jerked his hips up. He wanted this. He wanted Justin since he first saw him move. He figured he wasn't above a little begging.

"Please?" Wade asked, almost a whimper. "Please, Justin."

The corner of Justin's mouth lifted. "Since you asked so nicely."

Wade groaned as Justin entered him, moving slowly, but not slow enough for Wade to adjust to him. Justin was buried in him before Wade could let out a breath.

Finding some sort of compassion, Justin paused and looked down at him. "Okay?"

Wade felt the tears prick the corner of his eyes and he waited a moment before nodding. Justin moved above him, his rhythm slow, his movements deliberate.

"Justin," Wade said after a minute. "I begged you to fuck me, not to piss around."

Justin snorted and immediately began to pick up the pace. His hips slammed into Wade with enough force to move him backwards on the carpet. Wade hissed at the pain in his back, just slight underneath the pleasure he was getting from Justin being inside him.

Justin hooked Wade's leg onto his shoulder, knowing the choreographer was flexible enough to easily hold the position. He reached between them and played with Wade's nipple, the bud hardening beneath his touch. Leaning forward, Justin took it in his mouth, biting gently, causing Wade to clench around him.

Justin groaned when Wade clenched and bit down again. Wade hissed and said, "fuck," quietly, underneath his breath.

Justin slowed down, catching his breath before moving faster again, pushing into Wade, dropping Wade's leg off his shoulder so he could move forward and capture his mouth in a rough kiss.

Their teeth hit each other from the force of the kiss, but neither noticed. Their tongues wrestled for space in each other's mouths, and their bruised lips pulsed from the pressure.

Wade's hands moved down Justin's back and cupped his ass, pulling him even deeper into his body. He sucked on Justin's tongue before backing away, his mouth moving along Justin's jaw, a wet trail to his ear.

"Come for me," Wade breathed into Justin's ear.

Justin came with a groan at the sound of Wade's voice. It was as if his voice triggered something in Justin's' brain, not allowing him to go any further.

Justin pumped a few more times, empting himself. He rolled off Wade, lying flat on his back, his chest heaving.

They lay in silence for a minute, catching their breath.

Wade finally turned his head to look at Justin. He studied his profile before Justin finally looked at him with a sneer.

"What?"

Wade shook his head. "Nothing."

"Why are you looking at me?"

Wade sat up, reaching for his shirt. "I'm not." He slipped the shirt over his head and stood up. "I'm going to use your bathroom," he said.

Justin nodded and Wade walked away, his pants and boxers in his hand. He was standing at the sink, wetting a washcloth when Justin spoke from the doorway, causing him to jump.

"I would have done it with you, you know."

"Christ, Justin," Wade said. "You scared the shit out of me." He turned to see Justin standing there, still naked, the used condom in his hand.

Justin threw the condom in the toilet, flushing it before looking at Wade again. "I would have done it with you," he repeated.

Wade cocked his head. "You mean with me? Or with us?"

"Either, really," Justin told him. There was a flash of softness in Justin's eyes before the hard shell glazed over them again. "But not anymore. This was it. And this was a mistake."

"A mistake?" Wade repeated.

"Yes. A stupid mistake." Justin took the washcloth from him and cleaned himself up. "And now I'm going to go upstairs and go to bed. And you're going to see yourself out." Justin paused at the door. "And you better leave this time, Wade."

"Justin," Wade said as he walked out. He could see Justin stop in the hallway and he moved to the door to look at him. Justin turned around and they stared at each other, Wade not knowing what he wanted to say.

Justin shook his head. "I never want to see you again, Wade. Unless we're at some thing where we both have to be there. I don't want you at our concerts, I don't want you at my house, I don't want you at Johnny's house when I'm there."

"That's a little much, don't you think?" Wade asked him, the anger returning to the surface.

"No."

Wade snorted, "What makes you think you can boss me around like that? I can go wherever I want."

Justin gave him a cold smile. "I'm Justin Timberlake. I get what I want." He turned on his heel. "See yourself out," he called over his shoulder.

Wade watched him walk away, the perfect sway of his hips, the perfect stride.

He wondered how far he'd be able to push Justin's boundaries.

When Justin looked back at him before heading up his stairs, Wade saw the satisfied gleam in his eye. He saw the superiority Justin exuded.

And he knew this would be the last time he ever saw him.

The End

 

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