Eleven

“Feelings?” Lance sat down hard on a step. “For me?”

“Yeah, for you.” Justin smiled at the shock on Lance’s face. He sat down on a step a few feet lower than Lance. “I didn’t quite get it. I started thinking of you a lot, and feeling things whenever you touched me or I saw you walk into a room. At first I thought it was because I was so curious. You and JC are the only gay people I’m close to…and I couldn’t EVER have feelings for him. That would be like incest or something,” Justin said with a smile. Lance just stared at him. “So…I thought it was just because you were nearby, and it was easy. Then, especially over these last few days, I’ve realized that it’s more than that. That you are an amazing person. You’re smart and so generous, funny and sexy, and gorgeous. So, there.” Justin smiled triumphantly.

“I need a shower.” Lance stood and hurried up the steps. Justin’s smile faded.

“Lance!” Justin hurried after him.

“I need…a…shower…” Lance said slowly, putting a hand on Justin’s chest to stop him from following Lance into the bedroom. “Alone.”

“Oh. Okay.” Justin sadly turned away as Lance closed the door.

Lance let the water flow over him as he tried to make sense of everything. Justin, the most arrogant, self-centered, rude person on the planet, wanted him. Justin Timberlake. Justin freaking Timberlake wanted HIM. Was pretty much in love with HIM. Lance Bass. Lance shook his head. “No,” he said out loud. “Maybe it’s just because I’ve been nice to him.” But that theory didn’t work, either. Justin said he was sexy. You didn’t think someone was sexy just because you did kind things for him. If that was the case, then Joey would be the sexiest man in Lance’s life. “I can’t believe it,” Lance told himself. “Can NOT believe it. Because what if he’s just playing?” But the sad look in Justin’s eyes when Lance pushed him away told Lance that he wasn’t playing. Not at all.

Lance turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He vigorously dried his hair, then threw a towel around his waist. He needed to talk to Justin. He opened the door into the master bedroom and gasped when he saw Justin on the bed. “Lance,” Justin said helplessly, standing up. “Please don’t push me away again. Just let me apologize, okay? I thought you meant…you said…”

“Yeah, I did.” Lance walked over and kissed Justin, placing both hands on Justin’s face. Justin squeaked in surprise and pulled back. “I did. And I meant it.”

“Oh,” Justin said, smiling.

“I’m sorry. It just…I’ve wanted it for a while.” Lance desperately wished for a notepad, but they were all downstairs. “I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“It’s okay,” Justin said. “I understand, really.” They kissed again, Justin’s arms sliding around Lance’s waist. “God, you’ve got a great ass,” Justin murmured, licking at Lance’s damp neck. Lance moaned and Justin grinned. “I felt that against my lips,” Justin whispered. He yanked at the towel, and suddenly Lance was naked.

Lance let out a yelp. “Justin!”

“Damn,” Justin muttered, looking Lance over. Before Lance could say a word, Justin began to quickly undress. “Is this…too fast?” Justin asked, worried about the look on Lance’s face.

“I, uh, well, no,” Lance babbled, torn between doing what he THOUGHT was the right thing and doing what he wanted. Suddenly Justin was naked, and the right thing went right out the window.

“Teach me,” Justin whispered to Lance, tugging at his hand until they both fell onto the bed. “Show me what to do. Make love to me.”

“You don’t want me to do that yet,” Lance said, shaking his head. “It hurts.”

“I KNOW, idiot. But I want you to.” Justin smiled up at Lance and Lance yet again threw “the right thing” out the window. They kissed and Lance’s hands finally got to wander all over Justin’s delicious body. Lance savored every sound coming from Justin’s mouth, the moaning and panting and begging. Lance fumbled through the nightstand drawer until he found a tube of lubricant. He wanted this to go as easily as possible for Justin. “Oh!” Justin said in surprise as one of Lance’s fingers slowly slid inside. Lance waited until Justin’s eyes fluttered closed, then he began to slowly suck Justin, working his way up and down Justin’s cock as his fingers fluttered inside of Justin. “Oh…Lance…right…” Justin let out a gasp as Lance found exactly the right place. “That’s…fuck…”

Lance was up to three fingers before he felt Justin was ready. He moved away, and Justin watched him with total trust. Lance unwrapped a condom and slowly slid it on himself. He covered it all with lubricant, then bent between Justin’s legs. He started to say something, then stopped. Words couldn’t express it, and Justin couldn’t hear him anyway. Lance bent down to gently kiss Justin’s nose, then he slowly lined himself up. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, slowly moving inside.

“Oh…fucking God…” Justin winced, his hands grabbing at the sheets. Lance continued to take it slow until he was all the way inside. He paused for only a second, knowing that waiting any longer would not make it easier. He slowly moved out, then in. He watched Justin’s face, waiting for him to finally relax. When Justin’s eyes finally opened, Lance began to move at a steady pace. Lance moaned at Justin’s tightness.

“You’re so good…” Lance mumbled, throwing his head back.

Justin desperately wanted to hear Lance, wanted to hear the sounds that Lance was making. For about the nine millionth time, he cursed whatever had made him lose his hearing. He reached up and placed a shaking palm on Lance’s chest. A smile slowly crossed Justin’s face as he felt every sound that Lance made, felt every shuddering breath. And when Lance came inside him, the hand was pressed between their chests as Lance collapsed onto him.

Twelve