Five

“I don't believe it!” Christopher bounced up and down with glee. “He approached you!”

“What did the note say?” AJ asked.

JC crumpled the note up in his hand, though he knew he'd be saving it. For evidence. Yes, evidence. “Just that he's eagerly awaiting my visit.” He looked at Christopher. “Did you say anything to him?”

“I haven't talked to Justin alone in ages, JC. However, I did pass the word along to some of the lesser actors…let them know about our wonderful new writer.” Christopher clapped JC on the back. “You're in, JC!”

“Great,” JC said, gulping at his drink.

“Yeah, great,” Nick said faintly. Christopher kicked him under the table.

“JC is going to do this for all of us, Nick. Be happy.”

“I am happy.” Nick looked at JC and smiled, and suddenly JC felt guilty.

“He probably won't even listen to me,” JC said.

“Are you insane? Justin Timberlake approached YOU. He never singles anyone out for that long,” Christopher retorted. “Just shut up and do what you need to do, do you hear me?” 

Justin paced back and forth, almost tripping over his fuzzy blue slippers. He bit at a fingernail as he stopped in front of his mirror. “This is Lance Bass,” he told himself. “He's one of the richest men in America…but he looked really nice. You can do this. You've charmed bigger assholes than him…you can do it.”

Someone knocked at the door and Justin jumped. He took a deep breath and went to the door. He opened it and smiled as he saw the brunette on the other side. “Hello,” the man said shyly.

“Hello,” Justin said. “I've been waiting for you. Won't you come in?” 

JC tried not to stare at Justin Timberlake. The young man was beautiful. He had a great smile, amazing blue eyes, and a long, muscular body. He wore only baby blue satin pajama pants, and JC had to discreetly adjust himself as he walked in the door.

“May I take your coat?” Justin asked.

“Thank you.” JC took off his suit jacket and Justin carefully hung it on the back of a chair.

“I've arranged for a small dinner to be sent up to us…if you're hungry, that is.” Something smoldered behind Justin's eyes and JC swallowed deeply.

“I'm always hungry…growing boy and all,” JC said with a weak laugh. Justin's eyes ran over JC's tall frame.

“Yes, you are,” Justin said in a husky tone. Justin lay down on the large canopied bed and stretched out. “Wouldn't you like to join me as we wait for dinner?”

“Okay.” JC sat down and nervously rubbed his palms on his knees. “This is an amazing suite. I've never seen anything quite like it.”

Justin sighed and squirmed a bit. “I spend a lot of time here…in the suite, I mean. I decorated it myself.” He rolled onto his side and ran a finger up JC's leg. “Do you really like it?”

“You have good taste,” JC said, nervously jumping to his feet. This boy unnerved him, and it was taking every one of his undercover skills to remain calm.

“I do taste good.” Justin smiled up at him devilishly.

“So, uh, you gave me that note.”

“Did you like it? You seemed to.” Justin propped himself up on his elbows.

“Yes…very cute. I wanted to talk to you about writing.”

Justin sat up and looked at JC quizzically. “Writing? If that's what turns you on…” Justin shrugged.

“I think you'll enjoy what I have to offer,” JC began, then winced. Justin smiled.

“I'm sure I will,” Justin said. “Please come sit with me. I'm incredibly lonely.”

JC sat, making sure there was a safe distance between them. “I'm envisioning a romance…something spectacular.”

“Mmmm…sounds delicious,” Justin purred, shifting so he was closer to JC. “Please go on.”

“Unrequited love and all that…with some sort of villain…”

“Oh…a villain…” Justin sat up and moved closer. “Can I be the villain? I love playing the naughty boy.”

“I have the love song planned out, and…”

“Of course you do.” Justin was suddenly in JC's lap, his soft hands at the base of JC's neck. “Won't you sing it to me?”

“I…uh…” JC nervously looked around the room. This was not what he had expected. “Spirit move me…every time I'm near you…whirling like a cyclone in my mind…” Justin stopped wiggling on JC's lap and stared at him. JC cleared his throat. “My love forever…angel of my lifetime…answer to all answers I can find…baby, I love you, come…come…come into my arms…let me know the wonder of all of you…baby, I want you now, now…now and hold on fast…could this be the magic at last?”

“Is there more?” Justin whispered, enthralled. He slid off of JC's lap to kneel next to him on the bed.

“You really want to hear it?” JC asked, and Justin nodded. “Baby, take me high upon a hillside…high up where the stallion meets the sun…” JC couldn't tear his eyes away from Justin's pink lips. Justin's tongue kept flicking out to lick at them. “I could love you…build my world around you…never leave you til my life is done…”

“I never thought someone like you would be so creative,” Justin murmured. Suddenly his face was inches from JC's. “I could definitely fall in love with you, Lance Bass.” He smiled as he leaned in to kiss JC.

JC fell into the kiss, forgetting who he was and where he was and why he was even there. But something in the back of his mind jolted him back to reality. He removed his hand from Justin's curls…somehow it had just ended up there…and smiled at Justin. “Lance Bass? I'm not Lance Bass. I'm just a writer…JC Chasez.”

Justin pulled back in shock. “You're NOT Lance Bass?”

“No,” JC chuckled, leaning in for another kiss before he knew it. Justin jumped up from the bed and went to the closet. He pulled on a blue silk robe and glared at JC.

“Then why the hell are you here?”

“Christopher said…”

“Christopher?” Justin asked, groaning.

“We have a play…we want you to show it to Joseph. We want…”

“Damn Christopher Kirkpatrick,” Justin said angrily. “Look…what's your name again?”

“JC.”

“JC, I'm sorry, but you need to go. Any minute now Lance Bass will be coming here, and I need to have dinner with him.”

“Why?”

“I…it's my job,” Justin said defiantly. “If he enjoys dinner, then he'll donate money to the theater.”

“You mean if he enjoys sleeping with you,” JC said, and Justin slapped him.

“That's NONE of your business.”

“Didn't you feel it?” JC asked.

“You don't have enough money to make me feel anything,” Justin said, and JC was saved from replying by a knock at the door.

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