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so a while ago, i thought i lost my notes, and i spent about an hour panicking and searching frantically for it. then i figured it was well and truly lost, and resigned myself to having to start over and redo, like, a month and a half's worth of work (ouch) in time for my tests next week. obviously, just as i was on the edge of despair, I FOUND MY BB. yay me!
then, instead of studying, i promptly went to take a nap. then i got up and decided, well, trumpeterofdoom deserves fic for her birthday, right?
Justin's in the living room - lounging out on the couch, jeans riding low on his hips and his legs spread wide - when AJ gets home from the studio. "Hey," AJ says, mouth quirked in surprise. Something's up. "I thought you had to leave this morning."
Justin grins back, slow and dirty, and oh, now that definitely has AJ's interest. "Thought I'd surprise you."
"And the tour?" AJ asks. He watches as Justin gets to his feet, still smiling. AJ recognizes that smile. It's a smile that says, I'm going to blow your mind now, thank you very much.
"The tour can wait," Justin replies, and now he's right in front of AJ, close enough that when he puts his hands on either side of AJ's head, they're practically sharing body heat. "I'm Justin fucking Timberlake." Justin takes another step closer, then, and AJ's stomach does a warm flip as Justin leans into him, their mouths almost but not quite brushing.
"You're a goddamn tease," he mutters, and then Justin laughs, roughly, and AJ can't wait anymore. He tugs Justin down and kisses him hard, all tongue and teeth and a clever tilt of the head for just the right angle. Justin makes a small, happy noise at the back of his throat, and AJ nips at his lower lip and says, "bedroom," in the moment he has to pause to take a breath.
"Yeah," Justin nods, flushed and breathless, already palming at AJ through his jeans.
AJ's legs pretty much give out from under him after that, but Justin manages to get them both to the bedroom, mouthing at AJ's jaw the whole way. His mouth is slick, wet heat, and AJ doesn't know what the hell Justin's trying to prove, but if it's that he knows how to use his body, then yeah, okay, AJ gets the point.
Justin shoves the door to the bedroom open, already working on getting AJ's jeans open with his free hand, and AJ's being as helpful as he possibly can be, lifting his hips and breathing low, encouraging moans in Justin's ear. Then he hears JC say, "oh," and Justin jerks back.
"What?" AJ demands, and he only just manages to tear his eyes from Justin - gorgeous, tousled Justin - to glare accusingly at JC, who's sitting on the bed.
Justin's grip is starting to loosen, and AJ, not liking his chances, closes his own palms around Justin's to keep them in place. There's a second of silence, and then JC says, with a sly smile, "What? Don't let me stop you."
AJ rolls his eyes fondly, and is about to lean in when Justin actually takes a step back. AJ gapes. "A new bed?" Justin asks, as he untangles their hands and backhands the shine off of his mouth. He's obviously confused. "But you said - I thought--"
"What?" AJ repeats, shifting one hand so it's curled around Justin's neck. "I don't know if you've noticed, Timberlake, but you take up a lot of space when you sleep. JC demanded I get us all a new bed."
Justin looks completely lost. It's a complete one hundred and eighty from the Justin AJ found in his living room. "But the other morning," Justin says, frowning at JC. "You - you said it wasn't working anymore, and."
"What?" JC demands. "Were you comfortable in that bed? J, what did you think--" AJ can see when what Justin's saying hits JC. It's about the same time he finally gets it. JC's expression shifts. "J. Did you think we were going to break up with you?"
Justin looks from JC, to AJ. "Uh," he says. The little crack in his voice makes AJ's stomach start to churn in a completely different way. "I'm--"
"Oh my god," AJ says. "You're a fucking moron."
"I didn't know!" Justin argues, but he's hunching into himself a little, whether it's relief or something else, AJ can't tell. "It's been a couple of months now, so - I thought..."
"Is that what you think this is?" JC protests. "If AJ and I are the ones in the relationship, what are you?"
"The in-house entertainment?" Justin offers them a smile, but it falters at the end, then goes out completely. "I just - I didn't know if--"
JC rolls his eyes fondly. "You act like we invite people to join us in the bedroom every other month."
"I," Justin starts, and then stops and shakes his head. Tries again. "I guess not."
AJ's never seen Justin this uncertain. But JC's clearly more than used to it, because he's actually grinning now, the fucker, the curve of his mouth soft and his eyes oddly bright. "Is that what this morning was about?"
There's no mistaking JC's tone, and AJ aches with the knowledge that he wasn't there to witness it. Justin ducks his head, the flush rising to his neck again, and AJ kind of aches with the knowledge there, too. "Uh," Justin says, with a shrug, but he doesn't hesitate when JC beckons him over. He puts his head in JC's lap, closing his eyes as JC threads slow fingers through his hair.
AJ gives them a second, just trying to digest the fact that this is his. That they're his. Then, to JC, he says, "is the hallmark card moment over yet? Because we were in the middle of something when you interrupted."
"Shut up," Justin says. There's a lazy smile in his voice, and AJ can tell that he's already half-gone. "I'll blow you in the morning."
AJ stares in disbelief. "What?"
"Come here, idiot," JC laughs, holding out his free hand. "And I'll blow you once he's asleep."
THEN i decided, hey, it's the last day of the AI tour. that deserves something, too, right? ha ha. um. you can haz cookleta?
Wanted: an escort. Infectious laughter and a wry sense of humor required. Whiskey-smooth voice a plus. Emotional baggage optional.
then, instead of studying, i promptly went to take a nap. then i got up and decided, well, trumpeterofdoom deserves fic for her birthday, right?
Justin's in the living room - lounging out on the couch, jeans riding low on his hips and his legs spread wide - when AJ gets home from the studio. "Hey," AJ says, mouth quirked in surprise. Something's up. "I thought you had to leave this morning."
Justin grins back, slow and dirty, and oh, now that definitely has AJ's interest. "Thought I'd surprise you."
"And the tour?" AJ asks. He watches as Justin gets to his feet, still smiling. AJ recognizes that smile. It's a smile that says, I'm going to blow your mind now, thank you very much.
"The tour can wait," Justin replies, and now he's right in front of AJ, close enough that when he puts his hands on either side of AJ's head, they're practically sharing body heat. "I'm Justin fucking Timberlake." Justin takes another step closer, then, and AJ's stomach does a warm flip as Justin leans into him, their mouths almost but not quite brushing.
"You're a goddamn tease," he mutters, and then Justin laughs, roughly, and AJ can't wait anymore. He tugs Justin down and kisses him hard, all tongue and teeth and a clever tilt of the head for just the right angle. Justin makes a small, happy noise at the back of his throat, and AJ nips at his lower lip and says, "bedroom," in the moment he has to pause to take a breath.
"Yeah," Justin nods, flushed and breathless, already palming at AJ through his jeans.
AJ's legs pretty much give out from under him after that, but Justin manages to get them both to the bedroom, mouthing at AJ's jaw the whole way. His mouth is slick, wet heat, and AJ doesn't know what the hell Justin's trying to prove, but if it's that he knows how to use his body, then yeah, okay, AJ gets the point.
Justin shoves the door to the bedroom open, already working on getting AJ's jeans open with his free hand, and AJ's being as helpful as he possibly can be, lifting his hips and breathing low, encouraging moans in Justin's ear. Then he hears JC say, "oh," and Justin jerks back.
"What?" AJ demands, and he only just manages to tear his eyes from Justin - gorgeous, tousled Justin - to glare accusingly at JC, who's sitting on the bed.
Justin's grip is starting to loosen, and AJ, not liking his chances, closes his own palms around Justin's to keep them in place. There's a second of silence, and then JC says, with a sly smile, "What? Don't let me stop you."
AJ rolls his eyes fondly, and is about to lean in when Justin actually takes a step back. AJ gapes. "A new bed?" Justin asks, as he untangles their hands and backhands the shine off of his mouth. He's obviously confused. "But you said - I thought--"
"What?" AJ repeats, shifting one hand so it's curled around Justin's neck. "I don't know if you've noticed, Timberlake, but you take up a lot of space when you sleep. JC demanded I get us all a new bed."
Justin looks completely lost. It's a complete one hundred and eighty from the Justin AJ found in his living room. "But the other morning," Justin says, frowning at JC. "You - you said it wasn't working anymore, and."
"What?" JC demands. "Were you comfortable in that bed? J, what did you think--" AJ can see when what Justin's saying hits JC. It's about the same time he finally gets it. JC's expression shifts. "J. Did you think we were going to break up with you?"
Justin looks from JC, to AJ. "Uh," he says. The little crack in his voice makes AJ's stomach start to churn in a completely different way. "I'm--"
"Oh my god," AJ says. "You're a fucking moron."
"I didn't know!" Justin argues, but he's hunching into himself a little, whether it's relief or something else, AJ can't tell. "It's been a couple of months now, so - I thought..."
"Is that what you think this is?" JC protests. "If AJ and I are the ones in the relationship, what are you?"
"The in-house entertainment?" Justin offers them a smile, but it falters at the end, then goes out completely. "I just - I didn't know if--"
JC rolls his eyes fondly. "You act like we invite people to join us in the bedroom every other month."
"I," Justin starts, and then stops and shakes his head. Tries again. "I guess not."
AJ's never seen Justin this uncertain. But JC's clearly more than used to it, because he's actually grinning now, the fucker, the curve of his mouth soft and his eyes oddly bright. "Is that what this morning was about?"
There's no mistaking JC's tone, and AJ aches with the knowledge that he wasn't there to witness it. Justin ducks his head, the flush rising to his neck again, and AJ kind of aches with the knowledge there, too. "Uh," Justin says, with a shrug, but he doesn't hesitate when JC beckons him over. He puts his head in JC's lap, closing his eyes as JC threads slow fingers through his hair.
AJ gives them a second, just trying to digest the fact that this is his. That they're his. Then, to JC, he says, "is the hallmark card moment over yet? Because we were in the middle of something when you interrupted."
"Shut up," Justin says. There's a lazy smile in his voice, and AJ can tell that he's already half-gone. "I'll blow you in the morning."
AJ stares in disbelief. "What?"
"Come here, idiot," JC laughs, holding out his free hand. "And I'll blow you once he's asleep."
THEN i decided, hey, it's the last day of the AI tour. that deserves something, too, right? ha ha. um. you can haz cookleta?
Wanted: an escort. Infectious laughter and a wry sense of humor required. Whiskey-smooth voice a plus. Emotional baggage optional.