Magazine Fic #2
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amfiguree[Crossover] [Nick Carter/Justin Timberlake] [PG]
Magazine Fic #2
“I told you I could get my brother to do anything I wanted him to.”
“You brainwashed him,” Justin raised an eyebrow at the figure standing confidently by the door. “Either that or…” Justin trailed off as Nick’s smile grew, “Ass. I told you no blackmail!”
“Hey, baby Aaron in baby Angel’s swimming costume. Dude, who could resist?”
Justin bit back a smile.
There was a short silence before Nick piped up, “Are you mad?”
Justin pouted, his famous puppy-dog look he’d perfected when they’d just started *Nsync, and Nick melted, mentally kicking himself for falling for Justin’s ploy. “Yeah. You broke the rules, Nick.”
“Um…” Nick stuttered, trying to collect himself. His brain seemed to have turned into a puddle of goo at Justin’s feet. “Um… rules? There were rules?”
Justin took a slow step forward. “Yeah…” another slow step, almost in front of Nick, “there were…” Another step, almost there… “rules.” Justin paused, his eyes piercing through Nick’s. “You broke them, Nick.”
“Oh,” Nick said stupidly, screaming for mind to get a grip. “Um. Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay,” Nick squeaked, as Justin breath warmed his face, his lips dangerously close to Nick’s.
“Good,” Justin moved away then, and Nick couldn’t tear his eyes off Justin’s fine ass.
Where’s he going? Nick slowly, painfully, remembered the details of the bet. If it was done successfully without any rule breaking… Nick swallowed hard, glancing down to ascertain his… excitement at the thought… before adjusting his pants slightly. If he didn’t complete it successfully… Nick almost cried when he remembered this part.
//“No touching me… for two days.” Justin had said.//
Why did I agree? Nick groaned inwardly.
“Nick…”
“What?” Nick yelled back, knowing, just instinctively, that Justin was lounging at the poolside.
“C’mere!”
Nick grumbled under his breath about bossy boyfriends, before making his way over there anyway.
Justin was lying luxuriously by the poolside, literally on the floor, his fingers trailing over the water surface every so often as they dangled just slightly above the water, almost tempting the water with its barely-there touches.
Nick tilted his head to one side, felt himself grow harder still, as he watched Justin’s lazy movements. He swallowed thickly, suppressing the urge of taking Justin right there and then.
Justin looked up at him and smiled at the look on his face, purposely ignoring it. “Wanna take a dip?”
Nick barely registered his words before he was snuck upon and pushed into the pool. “Dammit!” he yelled, the water was freezing. “Dammit, Timberlake, I told you.”
Justin’s lips twisted into a smirk, eyeing Nick as he hauled himself out of the pool. “Well I figured you need a little cold water to,” he eyed Nick’s pants, “Cool you off.”
Nick narrowed his eyes. “There are rules I made about the house, the pool, Justin.” He repeated Justin’s earlier words, “You broke them.”
“Well, so did you.”
And when Justin covered Nick’s mouth with his warm moist lips, Nick forgot all about rules and breaking them. All he knew was the feel of slick, damp wetness invading his mouth, his body, his senses.
It was only later, as they were lying on Nick's bed, after they had both been completely satiated, and Nick’s mind was still reeling from the intensity of their love making, that Justin propped his head up on his elbow and offered Nick a grin.
“So can I see those pictures, now?”
-fin-
Magazine Fic #2
“I told you I could get my brother to do anything I wanted him to.”
“You brainwashed him,” Justin raised an eyebrow at the figure standing confidently by the door. “Either that or…” Justin trailed off as Nick’s smile grew, “Ass. I told you no blackmail!”
“Hey, baby Aaron in baby Angel’s swimming costume. Dude, who could resist?”
Justin bit back a smile.
There was a short silence before Nick piped up, “Are you mad?”
Justin pouted, his famous puppy-dog look he’d perfected when they’d just started *Nsync, and Nick melted, mentally kicking himself for falling for Justin’s ploy. “Yeah. You broke the rules, Nick.”
“Um…” Nick stuttered, trying to collect himself. His brain seemed to have turned into a puddle of goo at Justin’s feet. “Um… rules? There were rules?”
Justin took a slow step forward. “Yeah…” another slow step, almost in front of Nick, “there were…” Another step, almost there… “rules.” Justin paused, his eyes piercing through Nick’s. “You broke them, Nick.”
“Oh,” Nick said stupidly, screaming for mind to get a grip. “Um. Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay,” Nick squeaked, as Justin breath warmed his face, his lips dangerously close to Nick’s.
“Good,” Justin moved away then, and Nick couldn’t tear his eyes off Justin’s fine ass.
Where’s he going? Nick slowly, painfully, remembered the details of the bet. If it was done successfully without any rule breaking… Nick swallowed hard, glancing down to ascertain his… excitement at the thought… before adjusting his pants slightly. If he didn’t complete it successfully… Nick almost cried when he remembered this part.
//“No touching me… for two days.” Justin had said.//
Why did I agree? Nick groaned inwardly.
“Nick…”
“What?” Nick yelled back, knowing, just instinctively, that Justin was lounging at the poolside.
“C’mere!”
Nick grumbled under his breath about bossy boyfriends, before making his way over there anyway.
Justin was lying luxuriously by the poolside, literally on the floor, his fingers trailing over the water surface every so often as they dangled just slightly above the water, almost tempting the water with its barely-there touches.
Nick tilted his head to one side, felt himself grow harder still, as he watched Justin’s lazy movements. He swallowed thickly, suppressing the urge of taking Justin right there and then.
Justin looked up at him and smiled at the look on his face, purposely ignoring it. “Wanna take a dip?”
Nick barely registered his words before he was snuck upon and pushed into the pool. “Dammit!” he yelled, the water was freezing. “Dammit, Timberlake, I told you.”
Justin’s lips twisted into a smirk, eyeing Nick as he hauled himself out of the pool. “Well I figured you need a little cold water to,” he eyed Nick’s pants, “Cool you off.”
Nick narrowed his eyes. “There are rules I made about the house, the pool, Justin.” He repeated Justin’s earlier words, “You broke them.”
“Well, so did you.”
And when Justin covered Nick’s mouth with his warm moist lips, Nick forgot all about rules and breaking them. All he knew was the feel of slick, damp wetness invading his mouth, his body, his senses.
It was only later, as they were lying on Nick's bed, after they had both been completely satiated, and Nick’s mind was still reeling from the intensity of their love making, that Justin propped his head up on his elbow and offered Nick a grin.
“So can I see those pictures, now?”
-fin-
