Justin looked at his watch, the time reading a quarter to nine o'clock as he impatiently paced back and forth in front of the bed of his hotel suite. Jeff had told him that he would pick him up at eight o'clock and was apparently 45 minutes late. Justin began mumbling things to himself, making him look like he belonged in a padded room wearing a straightjacket.

"Yo, Curly, what's up?" JC, a fellow band mate in *NSync but more importantly, Justin's best friend who he shared the suite with asked as he turned his attention from a new song he had been working on. "Looks like something's bothering you."

"Oh... nothing," Justin said as he continued to pace, not facing JC as he spoke to him. "Jeff's just running a little late, is all."

"I'm sure it's nothing, Justin," JC tried to assure him as he went back to writing his music.

Justin merely nodded and sat on his bed, his gaze set upon the cellular phone lying next to the lamp on the nightstand, as if mentally willing it to ring. He absently ran a hand over his closely cropped hair, his thoughts drifting to the happenings of the night before. Jeff had taken him on that very same bed he was sitting on, the memory of the hours spent getting to know each other's body intimately once again after so long from the previous evening still burned freshly in his mind.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the cell phone on the nightstand began to ring. Startled, Justin stumbled and tripped over himself in his haste to get to the phone and would've fallen face-first on the floor had he not put his hands in front of him in time. JC turned to look in his friend's direction and had to suppress a laugh, seeing Justin's predicament.

"H-hello?" Justin stammered as he regained his bearings, panting as he did.

"Justin? Are you all right? You sound like you're out of breath," Jeff said with concern in his voice from the other line.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Where are you?" Justin said, his breathing returning to its normal rate.

"I'm in the lobby. Sorry I'm late - I had to make a quick stop at WWF NY to confirm the time for the filming of our vignette for RAW. I'm on my way up."

"Okay. And Jeff...?" Justin said as a thought from the night before entered his head.

"What?" Jeff asked, standing in front of the elevator and waiting for it to come down.

"Hurry up," Justin said with a mischievous tone in his voice. Jeff could almost picture the smile forming on his face as the words left his mouth.

"Roger that. Over," Jeff replied, mimicking a soldier accepting an order over a CB.

"Okay, see you soon, babe," Justin chuckled as he pressed the button to end the call.

JC rolled his eyes and shook his head, smiling to himself as he overheard Justin's conversation with Jeff.

A knock came on the door a few minutes after he had spoken with Jeff, Justin quickly rushing over to answer it. Justin opened the door and wrapped his arms around Jeff's neck, giving him a big kiss on the lips. Jeff accepted Justin's tongue as it found its way into his mouth and hugged him tightly.

"Mmm... I missed you," Justin said; pulling away from Jeff, their lips making a loud, wet smooching sound as they separated.

"Did you really, now?" Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling at him. "I missed you too, babe."

"Guys, please," JC interrupted, looking up from the paper he was composing a new song on. "No mushy stuff... I'd hate to have to throw up all over my notes now."

"'Hello' to you too, JC," Jeff retorted as he walked over to the bed with Justin's hand in his and sat on it.

"So what do you wanna do tonight?" Justin asked as he took a seat next to Jeff on the bed.

"Figured we could go see a movie at that Loews theatre on Times Square or something. It's not that far from Central Park, so we can probably take a little walk there afterwards and then have dinner at Tavern on the Green, if anything," Jeff said as he inattentively brushed at the back of Justin's hand with his fingers.

"Sounds good to me, Skittles," Justin said with a warm smile as he playfully ran his hand through Jeff's silken hair, which was dyed red on one side and yellow on the other. He inched closer to Jeff to nuzzle his neck and breathe in his aroma, the scent stirring his stimulus. He began to goad Jeff by licking at his ear lobe, catching the soft skin in-between his teeth and then nibbling on it teasingly.

"Hey, not in front of JC," Jeff moaned softly and whispered to him warningly. "Wouldn't want him getting jealous now," he added with an impish grin.

"I heard that!" JC said, not taking his eyes off of his notes.

"Oh stop it, JC, you know you want to watch. We don't mind as long as you join us," Justin said to his best friend with a grin on his face.

"Riiiiight," JC retorted. "I'd rather watch the mating habits of the platypus or clip my toenails or something."

"Okay, now I take offense to that!" Jeff said with a lighthearted smile. "Shall we go then, Prince Justin?"

"Yeah, I think JC needs some quiet time to himself after hearing us last night." Justin said mockingly, Jeff smothering the laughter about to escape his mouth with his hand.

"Hey, if you keep ribbing me like that I might just have to take you up on your offer," JC remarked, his eyebrow cocked. Jeff suddenly felt uncomfortable and placed a protective hand around Justin's waist, his emerald eyes keeping their wary gaze on JC, who didn't seem to notice or care if he did.

"Don't mind if you do!" Justin said, jumping on Jeff and wrestling him on the bed.

"OH, JEFF! TAKE ME - TAKE ME NOW! Come on, JC, come join us!" he screamed as he playfully rolled around with Jeff on the bed.

"Justin!" Jeff exclaimed noticing Justin was blatantly grinding their crotches together. His cheeks began to burn as he felt a familiar sensation stirring in his loins.

Justin quickly noticed Jeff's arousal and stopped, going red in the face at the feeling of his hardening cock through the material of his pants. "Sorry, babe, I guess I got carried away," he said innocently.

"Now look what you've done... how am I going to walk around with this?" Jeff said, the look in his face telling Justin to do something about it.

"Guys, I was just kidding,' JC interposed, stealing Jeff and Justin's attention from each other.

"Oh well, you heard the man - get off me, Jeff," Justin said, pushing him off with a roguish smile coming across his face. Jeff's eyes and mouth went wide as he watched Justin stand up casually and fix up his ruffled clothing, acting as though nothing had happened. The look on Jeff's face made Justin laugh, the message could be read from it as though it were a page on a book telling him, 'You are NOT gonna leave me hanging like this.'

"What?" Justin said to Jeff, his voice perfectly hiding the way he attempted to feign his innocence.

"Don't you 'what?' me, boy," Jeff said, grabbing Justin by the hips and pulling him down on top of him, his voice thick with the drawl of his southern accent. "Us southern boys go crazy when we're teased - you should know that."

"I know, I just like to get a rise out of you," Justin said, putting out a hand to help Jeff get to his feet as he stood back up. "Um, babe, I think you should fix that," he said, pointing down to the visible bulge in Jeff's pants and giggling. "I wouldn't want JC to see the reason you made me scream out yours and God's name last night, now."

"Did you have to say that out loud?" JC moaned, casting a good-humored glare at the two of them.

"No thanks to you," Jeff said to Justin, his cheeks turning a light shade of red from blushing. He turned around and readjusted himself so that his hard-on wasn't noticeable before facing Justin and JC again.

"Okay, I think we've worn out our welcome, Jeff, let's go. See ya later, JC!" Justin said as he walked out of the door with Jeff.

"Later guys, have fun tonight!" JC replied, seeing them off.

Jeff stood in front of the elevator door and waited patiently as Justin pressed the button to go down. Justin turned to Jeff and curled an arm into his and gave Jeff a kiss on the cheek.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" Justin asked innocently and studied Jeff's face, which was staring ahead and not looking at him.

Jeff turned to him with a serious look in his face, which took Justin aback. His lips suddenly curled into a smile and he bent forward and pecked Justin on the lips. "Of course I am. You let me walk out of there with this hard-on," he explained to which Justin giggled.

"Aw I'm sorry, baby, it's not my fault that you get horny so easily," Justin said, his other hand reaching down and patting the bulge in Jeff's pants softly. "Down, boy," he added while grinning puckishly at Jeff.

"Don't touch me, you tease," Jeff said in mock irritation, moving away from Justin's hand.

"But, babe, JC was in there... wouldn't want to poke his eye out with that too, now would you?" he said, irking Jeff.

"The look in his eyes when he said he'd take you up on the offer said he wouldn't have minded," Jeff responded defensively.

"Jeff, JC's my best friend. While he jokes around with me a lot on the gay stuff and flirts from time to time, he's one of the straightest guys I know," Justin said, putting his hands in his pocket.

"I'm not too sure about that... have you seen the way he looks at you?" Jeff pointed out.

"What are you talking about?" Justin asked, acting as though he had not been aware of it.

"Come on, Justin, don't play dumb with me - I know you noticed it, too." Jeff said, obviously not fooled by Justin's attempt to hide it.

"Okay, so maybe I have. What's it to you?" Justin asked cynically.

"I'm not too comfortable with that. He looks like he's undressing you with his eyes." Jeff said, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Jeff, don't be ridiculous! He's my best friend, for God's sake. And what's been going on with Lance and your brother?" Justin indicated, trying to veer away from the sensitive subject. He didn't really feel like fighting with Jeff at that moment.

"I don't know. Matt and Amy just hit it off with him, I guess. That certainly came as a surprise, didn't it?" Jeff said, commenting on the little lust triangle that became of Matt, Amy and Lance.

"Sure did," Justin agreed, pulling out a black bandana from his pocket.

"At least you and Lance got past everything. Good thing we all had that talk, huh?" Jeff said, talking about the time Matt, Amy and him decided to sort things out between the two and got them speaking to each other again.

"Yeah, but still... the three of them telling us that they've been doing things with each other has me in shock, even now," Justin said, fidgeting with the piece of cloth in his hands, his gaze turning from Jeff.

"Me too, I guess. And Justin...?" Jeff asked as the elevator door opened and stepped inside. "Why are you changing the subject? We're talking about JC here."

"I just think you have nothing to worry about," Justin answered him as he followed Jeff inside the elevator. He put a key inside a hole with the word 'parking lot' next to it and turned it, assuring them that the elevator would take them straight down to the parking lot so they wouldn't have to come across screaming fans.

Jeff decided to drop the subject, not in the mood to argue with Justin on such a special night.

Five months had passed since Jeff and Justin first met at the MTV Studio in Times Square and things between the two of them started rolling from there. They had decided that their relationship had gotten off on the wrong foot, almost regretting having sex with each other when they first met and started over, getting to know each other personally before letting any physical intimacy get involved. While their busy schedules kept them from seeing each other except on weekends, and sometimes even not at all, they did whatever they could to stay in touch with each other, spending countless hours on the phone while they were both on the road. It wasn't until the night before that they both agreed that they could once again take their relationship to the next stage and physically get to know each other on the intimate level.

Jeff smiled to himself as the welcoming thoughts of holding Justin in his arms as he drifted off to sleep and being the first thing he wakes up to in the morning filled his head. He would be able to do that for the meantime, having asked Vince to take a couple of weeks off before the Royal Rumble which was in concert with Justin having some free time from his hectic schedule before going on tour of the U.S. the following month and returning to their sometimes-chaotic lives. It had just so happened that *NSync was attending the Grammy's at the same time Matt, Jeff and Amy were to make an appearance at WWF New York to further their angle with Dean Malenko which allowed the two to spend some time with each other before going back to Jeff's house in North Carolina for their little vacation get-away from the rest of the world.

Justin interrupted Jeff's train of thought as he tied the bandana over the watching eyes of the surveillance camera in the elevator, Jeff giving him a puzzled look.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Jeff asked him, his trademark left eyebrow rising in question.

Justin didn't answer him and walked towards him, the lustful intent in his eyes obvious.

Justin said nothing as he approached Jeff, his lips curved into a smile filled with mischief. He pushed Jeff into the wall - Jeff's back hitting the wooden surface with a soft thud. Justin proceeded to kiss Jeff hungrily, his tongue slipping its way into his mouth and urging Jeff's tongue to play with his own. Jeff blinked in surprise to Justin's actions but yielded to him, accepting his tongue and delighting in the heated kiss they shared.

Justin's hands roamed Jeff's body with wanton need, kneading and squeezing his tight muscles through his clothes. He ran a hand over Jeff's chest and felt his nicely developed pectoral muscles, pinching on his nipples between his fingers. Jeff moaned in response as Justin made his way down and fondled the bulge instantly growing in his pants, his fingers tightly grasping his stiffening member.

"Justin," Jeff muttered in the midst of his labored breathing, almost getting lost in his arousal. "Not in the elevator..."

"Why not?" Justin answered back, his voice husky and filled with yearning desire. He began thrusting his hips against Jeff's, their crotches rubbing roughly against each other.

Jeff could feel Justin's hardness through his pants and suppressed a moan by biting down on his lower lip. He wanted Justin so badly right then and there but the risk of getting caught when the elevator doors opened was too high. His mind was engaged in a battle to decide whether they should chance it or not, the better half on the losing end of the war but struggling valiantly.

Jeff attempted to push him away with weak hands; afraid his better judgment was about to drown in a sea of raging hormones. He wanted to save whatever Justin wanted to do for the end of the night when the time was right, but Justin persisted. He tried to turn and keep his distance from him but Justin grabbed him from behind, his arm coming around Jeff's ribs and wrapping themselves in place so he couldn't move while the other went inside his pants and enfolded his hardening cock in a fixed grip.

"Justin, please... not here," Jeff pleaded, turning his head to look him in those hypnotic blue eyes although his pleas were falling on deaf ears.

"But I want you so badly, Jeff," Justin said, his voice almost pained.

Justin pulled his pants down a bit and released his cock; precum appearing from the slit of his mushroom head while Jeff gasped and then moaned in response. Justin took the liquid and used it to slick his shaft as he began to stroke him. Jeff could feel the heat of Justin's breath on the nape of his neck as Justin rubbed his own crotch against Jeff's butt, his own excitement building.

As much as he resisted, Jeff could not help giving in to the pleasure, Justin's hands keeping him in place and right where he wanted him, manipulating him. The tight-gripped strokes Justin was giving him caused a wave of erotic energy to wash over him, his nerves feeling like they were standing on end. Jeff closed his eyes and allowed a moan to escape his lips as the sensation coursed throughout his body.

"Oh yeah, baby," Jeff murmured, his stimulation peaking. He began thrusting himself ardently into Justin's hand signaling his imminent climax, the whites of his eyes showing as if they threatened to roll up into his head and fall out of their sockets. "I'm really close, Justin..."

"You naughty, naughty boy," Justin said, his voice filled with smugness as he continued to pull on Jeff's cock. "Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Yes," Jeff whimpered, leaning his head back against Justin's shoulder.

Justin stroked faster, his hand coming down hard against Jeff's pubic bone. The slick, wet sound of Justin's hand working Jeff over echoed throughout the confined space of the elevator coupled with bleated moans of pleasure. Noticing that Jeff ceased all protests of fooling around in such a public place, Justin allowed his other hand to slip down Jeff's chiseled body and softly grabbed his balls, caressing them tenderly with his fingers. Jeff whimpered in delight as Justin continued to massage his balls with one hand while the other pumped away at his rigid cock. The feeling of Justin rubbing his own cock against the crack of his ass through their pants only heightened Jeff's excitement.

"Oh God, Justin, I'm so close," Jeff muttered in-between raspy gulps of air. "Don't stop..."

"You want me to stop? Okay," Justin said, releasing Jeff from his grasp and straightening himself out, which caused Jeff to turn around so quickly that his cock hit the back of Justin's hand as he did.

"Ow! Watch where you point that thing!" Justin exclaimed, acting as if in pain. He stared straight into Jeff's half-glazed eyes, which bore the same look he had given Justin right before were about to leave the suite to get on the elevator. With a goading look from his mesmerizing blue orbs, Justin brought his hand, which was still wet with Jeff's precum, up to his face and proceeded to sensually like the sweet liquid from his soft skin.

"Justin," Jeff said, the way he uttered Justin's name sounding more like a plea than anything else. "You're giving me blue balls."

Just then, the elevator bell rang, notifying them that they had just arrived at the parking lot. Jeff immediately prompted himself as the doors began to slide open, afraid that someone was waiting on the other side. He shook his head and gave Justin a look saying, 'I can't believe you did it again,' motioning downwards with his eyes to the clear outline of his stiff cock in his pants.

Justin simply smiled at Jeff fiendishly and walked out of the elevator, remembering to pull his key out of the hole before stepping out and swaying his hips sensuously with each step that he took.

Jeff studied him for a moment, noticing the way the baggy khaki pants he was wearing seemed to just hug at his waist, making his butt stick out even more. He wore a baby blue and white hooded UNC sweatshirt, which matched his shell-top Adidas sneakers in color and was topped with a black bubble vest, the hood covering his head for the purposes of concealing his identity. Even though he was dressed in normal street clothes, there was still an aura about Justin that Jeff couldn't resist, almost as if he were drawn to him. The way he was walking didn't help matters, Jeff suddenly fighting the urge to just run over to where Justin was and ravaging him where he stood.

Jeff wasn't that much of a contrast from Justin, wearing a pair of wide-legged cargo jeans and Timberland work boots, his torso covered by a red, long-sleeved shirt finished by a black bubble jacket to match Justin's vest. He put on a black New Jersey Devils baseball cap that was strapped to his belt loop to cover his hair after pulling it back in a ponytail to complete the get-up. While Jeff didn't find wearing these types of clothes much to his liking, it was necessary to keep a low profile especially if they wanted to go out in public. The one thing he liked about New York City was that they could stay somewhat anonymous if dressed correctly.

Justin walked ahead to Jeff's red, 2001 Ford Mustang, which he had rented and waited next to the door to the passenger side as Jeff followed, lagging a few steps behind and walking with a bit of difficulty due to the hard-on straining the right side of his pants. He pressed the unlock button on the car's locking mechanism so Justin could open his door and get into the vehicle as he walked towards his side of the car. Jeff joined him seconds later, sitting in the driver's side and fumbling with his keys to find the right one to put in the ignition. Upon finding it, he stepped on the clutch and started the car, applying pressure to the gas pedal a few times to rev the engine and hear its roar. He turned his head to look at Justin, who was staring right into his stunning green eyes.

Justin suddenly grinned widely and placed his hand on Jeff's lap, mere inches away from the painful erection throbbing in the tight restrictions of his pants. Jeff swallowed nervously as his eyes followed Justin's hand slowly inching its way up to his aching member, his face unmoving. When Justin's hand finally reached its destination, he used his index finger to trace circles around the swollen head of Jeff's cock, noticing some dampness on the material due to the precum leaking out of it.

Jeff quickly grabbed Justin's hand and gently tossed it back towards him, a look of hurt playing Justin's face.

"That's enough teasing, babe - I have blue balls as it is," Jeff said matter-of-factly, stepping on the gas once more to rev the engine.

Justin exchanged him with a wicked smile and said, "Jeffrey, my boy, I'm only getting started."

"Justin, I meant what I said in the hotel earlier," Jeff said as they rolled down the streets of Downtown Manhattan coming across the usual traffic that goes along with driving in 'The City that Never Sleeps.' "You keep teasing me like this and it's going to drive me crazy."

"Is it working?" Justin asked, as if oblivious to what Jeff just said.

"What do you think?" Jeff answered sarcastically, chuckling as he kept his eyes on the road.

"I wanna drive stick shift," Justin said in a whining voice and a pouting look on his face.

"Do you even have your license?" Jeff asked jokingly and laughing to himself.

"HEY!" Justin said, taking offense to the remark. "Just because I'm 19 doesn't mean I'm THAT young!"

"Babe, I'm just kidding, relax," Jeff said, reaching over and rubbing his nails softly against the back of Justin's neck.

"So are you gonna let me drive stick, or what?" Justin asked, smiling at Jeff.

"No," Jeff said with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Well if you won't let me drive stick shift, I guess I'm gonna have to find another stick to play with," Justin said, his hand shooting across to grab at Jeff's dick.

"Justin, not while I'm driving!" Jeff said, looking down at Justin's hand enclosed around his crotch, the car swerving a bit and almost colliding with one that was parked.

"Eyes on the road, honey," Justin chuckled as he gave Jeff's cock a light squeeze, feeling it stiffening to his touch. He began to unzip Jeff's pants and pulled out his cock as Jeff kept his eyes nervously on the road, his foot coming down on the gas pedal a little hard every time Justin stroked him, almost resulting in an accident on several occasions. Jeff moaned as Justin used his thumb to trace circles around the sensitive head of his cock, the flared tip a reddish/purplish color and throbbing to the teasing touch.

"Justin, if you keep this up, we're bound to get into an accident," Jeff said, evidence of nervousness in his voice. Justin continued, not heeding Jeff's warning - his eyes transfixed on the stiff rod protruding from Jeff's godly body that lay helplessly in his grasp. A gentle squeeze uttered a moan from Jeff, his eyes half-lidded. His cock felt sensitive to the slightest touch, Justin's constant teasing keeping his senses alert. He had been twice denied, his dick now aching for sweet release along with the rest of his body. But Justin would not let him have the satisfaction - not until later, at least.

Jeff fought with the sensation; the smallest mistake and the outcome for them would be disastrous. No matter how much pleasure he derived from Justin's touch he had to keep his focus on the road, and he reminded him so. Justin had stopped to Jeff's relief and helped him fix himself up, realizing the risk they were taking in fooling around under such hazardous circumstances and had told him just that.

"I didn't want you to stop because it was dangerous," Jeff said, giving him an elfin smile to which Justin replied with a questioning look. "Your hand was getting in the way of mine - I couldn't maneuver the stick."

"Fuck you," Justin said, laughing at the comment.

"Soon enough," Jeff replied with a smirk as he continued to drive. "And don't you try anything funny now or I'll make you pay for it later."

"Is that a threat?" Justin said, grinning brazenly at Jeff.

"Consider it a warning," Jeff retorted, his lips curved into a smile.

Taking a look around, Justin noticed that they were in Times Square, a few blocks away from the MTV Studio where he and Jeff first met months earlier, which was consequently not too far away from the hotel that Jeff was staying at.

"Um, Jeff, where are we going?" Justin asked him.

"We're going to Central Park. I don't really feel like seeing a movie anymore," Jeff said, turning into the parking lot of his hotel. He pulled the car up to the booth where the attendant sat, reading a book. Jeff gave him money for tip and the attendant handed him a ticket so that he could retrieve his keys in the morning and bade him a good evening before opening the door for Justin and allowing him to get out of the car.

They walked a block away from the lot and strolled down the busy streets of Times Square, tourists and citizens alike ambling past them, paying them no heed. Jeff and Justin held hands as they walked, barely any attention coming their way as they went. They came across a street lined with carriages flanked by horses; the dingy smell of equine urine and droppings filled the air, their nostrils feeling as though they were burning.

Jeff approached one of the chauffeurs and asked him to take them to 'Tavern on the Green' in Central Park, who happily told them to jump in. They were told that the estimated time of the ride would be about an hour, the driver taking the scenic route through the beautiful streets of Times Square. Jeff and Justin leaned in close to each other and held hands as they looked around them, the crowded streets filled with the hustle and bustle of people carrying on with their business or hurrying home to their families, hailing taxies or trying to catch the train at the subway station.

Justin tilted towards Jeff and suckled on his ear, eliciting a soft moan of response from Jeff. "There's no stick shift to get in my way this time," Justin said to him in a hushed, sultry voice as he placed a hand over Jeff's clothed cock and rubbed on it softly. It quickly stood to attention, having only been half-limp since they got out of the car and tenting Jeff's pants obscenely.

"The driver's five feet away from us, babe," Jeff whispered, closing his eyes to revel in the feel of Justin's tongue licking away at the spot behind his ear, which spurred his excitement once again.

"I can be quiet... can you?" Justin asked him, looking straight into his beautiful green eyes and seducing him. Jeff purred quietly as he heard the zipper of his pants opening slowly, thankful that the beating sound of the horse's hooves and the turning wheels of the carriage muffled it out from the chauffeur's ears. He looked up to check if the chauffeur looked back at them, letting out a sigh of relief that he had kept his eyes forward on the road.

Jeff leaned back and raised up a knee, resting his foot on the footrest located next to the entrance to the carriage to block out the sight of anyone who tried to take a peek inside and spreading his legs in the process to give Justin better access. He wrapped his jacket around Justin for added cover, almost blocking him totally from outside view with the exception of his legs. Jeff tried to keep his face inconspicuous as he looked ahead, feeling Justin's warm lips covering the engorged head of his cock under the puffy material of his down jacket. The risk of getting caught in such an awkward position out in public only stimulated him further, having to bite down on the knuckle of his index finger to suppress the moans threatening to escape his luscious lips.

Justin worked him over, demonstrating clearly that he had little trouble deepthroating Jeff's massive member; Justin taking him deep into his esophagus until the prickly stubbles on his chin tickled Jeff's balls. He used his tongue to lick the underside of Jeff's shaft as he ascended, tracing the thick, long vein that ran up to the swollen mushroom head. Justin pulled away from a moment and blew softly on his head, Jeff moaning through gritted teeth at the feeling of the cold night air mixing with the heat of Justin's breath colliding against his throbbing cock, eliciting a delightful sensation.

Justin then placed a hand on his cock and stroked it thoughtlessly as he gave Jeff's balls some much-needed attention. He rolled them around on his tongue and sucked on them playfully, causing Jeff to clamp his eyes shut and cover his mouth with his hand, which was sure to give them away had he not done so. Justin smiled inwardly as he listened to Jeff's arduous breathing and muffled whimpering; obviously enjoying the excruciating pleasure he was enduring. He then licked at the spot between Jeff's cock and balls, causing the latter to shift unexpectedly on his seat. He then rose back up to take Jeff's cock in his mouth, slowly descending inch by inch.

Jeff leaned back and looked up into the star-less evening sky with lidded eyes, Justin's mouth and tongue working him sensually as his hands kneaded his balls teasingly. The relaxed tempo that Justin had decided to apply to him had him digging his nails into the leather seat of the carriage, his pleasure nearly driving him insane with ecstasy. Jeff attempted to push his hips upwards to speed things up but Justin held him down firmly and dictated the pace.

Throughout the length of the ride, Justin kept it up, his endurance not diminishing by even an ounce, which impressed Jeff. The chauffeur blabbed on about the sites that they passed, oblivious to the happenings behind him. Jeff was grateful that he did not look back the entire time, relieved at the notion that they hadn't been caught.

Jeff sensed his orgasm approaching as they neared 'Tavern on the Green' in the middle of Central Park, which was their destination, and tried to get things going with Justin, who would not move faster to allow him to release.

"Justin... let me cum," Jeff begged him, taking hold of Justin's head and pumping into his mouth. To his horror, Justin pushed Jeff's hands off his head and pulled away, smiling at him wickedly and wiping the saliva that dripped from the side of his mouth with the back of his hand as he covered Jeff's erection with the jacket that was on top of him.

"Looks like we're here," Justin said aloud with a mocking voice that only Jeff could pick up. Jeff immediately had to put himself back in his pants before the chauffeur turned around to collect his money, the pain in his balls from being denied release for the third time causing him to wince.

"Strike three, Timberlake," he whispered to Justin in an ominous voice. Justin raised an eyebrow in question to the remark to which Jeff replied with a smile. They paid the operator and thanked him for the ride and then proceeded towards the dining area.

"What were you talking about back there?" Justin asked, his mind still lingering on the cryptic statement Jeff gave him earlier while they were still in the carriage.

"You'll find out before you know it -" Jeff answered him, taking Justin's hand into his and intertwining their fingers as he continued to walk. "It's a surprise."

"The look in your eyes is telling me I'm not gonna like it," Justin said nervously.

"Trust me," Jeff said, attempting to reassure Justin, pulling up his hand and giving it a gentle kiss on the back of his palm. "You're gonna like it."

Justin nodded; giving Jeff a look of uncertainty as they made their way towards the restaurant, something in Jeff's voice making him feel uneasy.

Jeff and Justin walked into the restaurant and approached the maitre d', who greeted them cordially. Jeff took off his cap and pulled the man off to the side to speak with him, leaving Justin to sit in the waiting area. Justin removed his hood and watched Jeff from his seat, Jeff's earlier words still echoing in his mind.

"Reservation for Hardy... table for two?" Jeff asked as he spoke with the broad, bald-headed man.

"Ah, yes, we've been expecting you, Mr. Hardy," the portly man said, his face lighting up as he spoke. His feminine voice caught Jeff off-guard and almost caused him to break out into a fit of laughter but wisely held it in check.

"Have the proper arrangements been made?" Jeff asked, playing with the key card to his hotel room in his pocket.

"Yes, sir. A table has been reserved for you and Mr. Timberlake in our private area to provide you with some seclusion. Please, follow me," the man said, grabbing a pair of menus from the counter at the waiting area and waiting for them to come along. Jeff motioned for Justin to follow, both of them receiving strange looks from the patrons of the restaurant as they walked past them.

"What a bunch of weirdoes," Justin muttered to himself, looking around at all the people looking their way. They were taken to another room, separate from the rest of the customers in the restaurant. The maitre d' escorted them to their seats and laid the menus down in front of them as they took off their jackets and got seated. Jeff pulled out a $50 bill and gave it to the man, who greatly appreciated it.

"The waiter will be with you shortly to take your orders... enjoy your meal, gentlemen," the maitre d' said before taking his leave.

Jeff and Justin both looked around after the maitre d' left, noticing a handful of other celebrities in the New York area in the restaurant as well. They were either given a warm smile or brushed off with a dirty look, which they both dismissed as people just trying to act like real New Yorkers. Their waiter came a few moments later, Justin's eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets when Jeff stated his order.

"A 24oz. steak?!" Justin exclaimed after the waiter had left, drawing a couple of looks from the other celebrities around them. "Where do you put that stuff? You're practically a toothpick, babe."

"It's called a fast metabolism rate, Curly," Jeff said, smiling wryly. "Same as you, doofus."

"Oh yeah," Justin said, giggling to himself. "So what's this surprised you've got waiting for me?"

"Nuh-uh," Jeff said, waving a finger and shaking his head at Justin. "You're not getting it out of me that easily."

Jeff's eyes suddenly went wide, feeling Justin's sock-covered foot slithering up his leg from under the table.

"No such thing as 'strike four,' is there?" Justin asked Jeff with a devilish look on his face, his foot inching its way towards Jeff's cock. Jeff composed himself and matched Justin's look with his own, smirking and shaking his head to answer the question. They exchanged an intense look of passion, their eyes locked upon one another. The air around them seemed to threaten to burst into flames, so great was the heat from their twin gazes.

It was Justin's turn to go wide-eyed as he heard the unmistakable sound of Jeff's pants zipper opening, Jeff replying with a mischievous grin. Neither of them broke away from their impassioned stare-down as the waiter came by and put a small basket of hot bread in front of them, the freshly baked smell wafting into their nostrils and spurring their appetites. Justin gave Jeff a curious look as he watched his arm moving under the table and then let out a surprised gasp when he felt something hard slap his foot, which he quickly withdrew from Jeff's leg and put it back in its rightful place next to the other one.

"Why are you hitting my foot with a loaf of Italian bread under the table?" Justin asked.

"That's not Italian bread under the table, babe," Jeff answered back, smiling fiendishly at Justin, causing him to swallow hard like Vince McMahon - complete with the bobbing Adam's apple motion. Justin pulled up the tablecloth and took a peek under the table, his eyes falling on the swollen cock Jeff held tightly in his hand. It had become a dark-reddish to a purplish color though its hue was difficult for Justin to discern due to the limited lighting from under the table. It throbbed in tune to the beat of Jeff's heart; the engorged, purple head moist from the precum build-up.

Justin hastily turned upright in his seat and set the tablecloth back in its place, his face turning a slight shade of crimson from blushing.

"Did I do that?" he asked with a squeaky voice in a pathetic impersonation of Steve Urkel from the Family Matters sitcom. An erotic chill ran up and down Justin's spine as Jeff answered him, his facial expression taking a serious tone and nodding his head grimly. They changed their demeanor momentarily when the waiter came by with their first course, a bowl of Manhattan clam chowder for Justin and French onion soup for Jeff.

"So," Justin said after the waiter left, trying to make small talk. "How 'bout them Yankees?"

"Perfect choice of words," Jeff replied, chuckling to himself as he began making motions with his arm like he was jerking himself off under the table.

"Jeff!" Justin cried out, surprised Jeff would be so bold at such a public place.

"I'm just kidding, Justin, relax," Jeff said, grinning widely at him. "I put him away already."

"Oh, all right. Sorry, babe," Justin sighed in relief, picking up a spoon and tasting the soup. "So how long did Vince give you off again?"

"Two weeks," Jeff answered, tasting his own soup as well, a sound of approval coming from his mouth. "I'm supposed to get injured on RAW this week courtesy of the Radicalz and then make my big comeback at the Royal Rumble."

"Oooh, are you going to win it?" Justin asked, his interest showing.

"Nah, Steve is. I'm coming in at number one, Matt's coming in at number three... but don't tell anybody I told you that. Matt and I are going to have a spot where we both wrestle each other for a couple of minutes before eliminating ourselves."

"I see..." Justin said, hanging on Jeff's every word. While he didn't care much for professional wrestling before he met Jeff because he was lead to believe it was all 'fake' as all the naysayers of the sports entertainment business would like to call it, Jeff clued him in on the very real dangers they faced every night when they performed and the aches and pains they endured after every match - especially the ones involving gimmicks like tables or ladders, for example. Justin had since become a fan of the World Wrestling Federation, watching it whenever he could and even going as far as requesting to have it taped by a family member at home or someone from their staff while they were on the road when he couldn't. He had grown to love it due to the captivating storylines and the unbelievable athleticism that some of the performers exhibited, Jeff being a primary example of them.

Justin especially liked the Hardy Boyz besides the obvious reasons, Matt and Jeff leaving him awe-inspired after every one of their matches. He had taken a liking to the ones who were funny whenever they cut their promos like the Rock, Edge & Christian and Chris Jericho. He had also become a fan of the ones who wrestled with intensity as well like the Undertaker, Triple H and Chris Benoit.

It had been one of the happiest days in Justin's life when Jeff invited him backstage to a taping of Smackdown! the month before while the WWF was in Florida with Vince's blessing. Justin had come along with Joey Fatone, who was a fellow band mate of his in *NSYNC and a big fan of the WWF as well. All the superstars in the locker room were very friendly to them, allowing them to enjoy their time with the wrestlers; some even taking time out to entertain them with jokes or funny stories about one another and such. Justin was gratified that the boys, even Jeff's boss, Vince McMahon himself was very accepting of their relationship and not at anytime made him feel uncomfortable about it but even going as far as encouraging it. Joey and Chyna in the meantime had gotten along very well as friends and decided that they would meet with each other and hang out whenever they were both in the same city, which was apparently what started the rumors about the two of them being a couple.

Wrestling had also been the reason that Justin and Jeff had their first fight. Justin had asked Jeff to tone down all the risk-taking maneuvers that he pulled off in the ring for the general concern of his physical well-being and the toll it would take on his body in the near future. Jeff would hear none of it, convinced it was his daredevil approach and unpredictable style in the ring that earned him the adulation of their fans. Knowing that Jeff was as stubborn as himself, Justin decided that it was a losing battle and made up with him but did not hesitate to call Jeff and voice his worries after an especially grueling match.

The rest of dinner went by without a hitch, both of them behaving themselves as they ate their meals. Justin couldn't help but watch with astonishment as Jeff ate, the huge steak that took just about half of his plate slowly disappearing before his very eyes. They made small talk afterwards, inquiring from each other what they had done earlier in the day. Jeff requested for the check shortly thereafter and as they finished up the last of their food and got ready to leave. The waiter came and gave them their check, thanking them both for eating at the restaurant and then leaving. Jeff picked up the check and left a tip for the waiter, getting up and excusing himself to the bathroom as he put his jacket on.

Justin smiled to himself evilly as a naughty thought entered his head. He got up and followed Jeff to the bathroom, thankful that he had not come across a single person on his way to the lavatory as he entered it. Jeff was in the middle of relieving himself when Justin crept up behind him and grabbed his hips, alarming him. "Boo!" Justin shouted, causing Jeff to jump in surprise.

"You fucking scared me, babe!" Jeff exclaimed angrily, having gotten some piss on his hand as he straightened himself out.

"Sorry," Justin said, feeling a little bad. "Let me make it up to you..."

"Fine," Jeff interrupted, turning around and pushing a startled Justin into one of the stalls.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Justin said with a panicky look on his face.

"Stand on the toilet and lose the pants," Jeff said, his eyes revealing their hunger. Justin obeyed and stepped up on the toilet seat and then began removing his pants with shaky hands, surprised by the sudden change in Jeff's disposition as he let the baggy material slip down his lower body to his ankles with his boxers.

"Now face the wall and bend over," Jeff demanded, the lust in his voice noticeably obvious. Justin carried out his order and put his hands on the wall to keep himself from falling, his wonderful ass upraised in the air in all its naked glory. He turned his head to find Jeff closing the door to the stall and locking it and then facing him with a fiendish expression on his features as he slowly descended, his eyes fixed on Justin's butt.

Justin let out a surprised gasp when he felt Jeff's tongue push as far into him as it could, its warm wetness suddenly being squeezed tight by Justin's reaction. He bit on his lower lip to stifle a moan as he felt Jeff's tongue swirling in counterclockwise motions against his sphincter, teasing the sensitive ring and causing Justin to shiver uncontrollably, making him feel as though his knees were about to give at any moment.

"Do you like this, huh? Do you?" Jeff asked as he stopped servicing Justin for a moment, his voice uncharacteristically laced with firm authority.

"Yes..." Justin whimpered, his voice rickety from Jeff's assault. "I'm liking it a lot..."

Justin uttered another bleated moan as Jeff continued his licking his hole, flicking his tongue from side to side mercilessly. Justin involuntarily bucked back towards Jeff, who hummed as he shoved his tongue into him, causing a slight vibration that had Justin's eyes rolling up to the back of his head. Jeff rolled his tongue inside Justin, tasting his unique flavor and enjoying it as he pleasured him to new heights.

A person walking into the bathroom did not deter Jeff - only serving to excite him further, the concept of someone hearing what they were doing making him hornier than ever as he felt his own hardness pressing firmly against the constricting material of his pants. The precum gathering from the slit of his hole made a wet spot in his jeans, providing additional indication to his arousal.

Justin nearly fell off of the toilet seat when he felt Jeff's tongue tracing what he had thought to be his name against the sensitive skin of his hole. He moaned loudly, suddenly not caring that they currently weren't alone in the bathroom. Justin heard the person muttering something about having no shame and getting a room as before they left as he felt Jeff's tongue repeating the motion, causing him to push back against Jeff and urge him to do more.

Justin turned his head to look at Jeff with bleary eyes and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Tongue-writing," Jeff replied, returning Justin's heated look with one of his own and licking his lips sensually, causing Justin to whimper in sexually aroused agony. "You like?"

"Mm-hmm," came Justin's whimpering reply, cooing as Jeff continued his assault. He gripped his own painfully erect cock in his hand; the tip dripping precum that fell straight into the toilet as he slowly stroked himself. Justin felt himself losing nearly all self-control as Jeff began tongue-writing messages on him, his legs threatening to give out on him at any moment.

Jeff carried on, his stamina unwavering as he pressed on his onslaught, only stopping to swallow the saliva building up in his mouth from the continuous licking to keep himself from drooling all over Justin. He began writing messages like, 'You taste so good,' and 'I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out,' complete with the quotation marks, the latter message causing Justin to pant and whimper like a dog in heat. He also wrote messages the Justin would respond to, asking questions like, 'Am I making you hot?' and 'Do you want me to stop?' to which Justin answered 'yes' and 'no' respectively in-between uttering guttural moans. Jeff would occasionally push his tongue inside him, licking his inner walls in a rotating fashion causing Justin to groan and beg for more like a wanton harlot.

"Oh God, Jeff... don't stop," Justin muttered breathlessly as he stroked himself faster, an intense orgasm building up from deep within him threatening to rip through his body and leave him a senseless, drooling mess. His breathing pattern had gone from low-pitched moans stringing one after the other to whimpering pants, the only other sound accompanying it being his fevered stroking. Justin stopped for a moment and got down on the floor and off the toilet, sure that he would fall off of it when his orgasm came if he had stayed on, putting his legs on either side of it.

From the awkward position they were in and the tight space of the bathroom stall, Jeff had to alternate from using his tongue to his finger, his digit slipping into Justin easily as he pushed it in and out of him. He felt Justin was really close, sticking another finger inside him and causing him to moan in response. Jeff reached around Justin's leg and cradled his balls in his other hand; the sac feeling full and ready to burst as he gently caressed it.

Justin leaned back on Jeff, his back against his chest and his head resting on his shoulder. His eyes were closed tightly and his mouth formed inaudible words as he muttered incoherently. Jeff nibbled on his ear lobe and whispered to him heatedly, his hot breath urging him even more as it almost set his skin on passionate fire.

"I want you to cum for me, baby," Jeff said, encouraging him further. He released Justin's balls and cupped his hand in front of his cock in anticipation of the delicious juice that was soon to come shooting out of the slit of its bloated head. With his other hand he thrusted into Justin one final time and pressed on his prostate, which began Justin's orgasm.

Tears formed on Justin's eyes as he clenched them tight, biting down on his bottom lip so hard to muffle his scream of pleasure that he drew a little blood. His body convulsed against Jeff's as his cock spurted out one string after another of his seed into his hand, some of it overshooting and landing in the toilet or even going as far as splattering against the wall. Justin slumped against Jeff when his orgasm died down and gasped for breath, his climax draining him of almost all of his energy as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.

Jeff brought his hand that collected Justin's semen up to his face and licked away at it hungrily, his appetite for it sated for the time being. He kissed Justin on the cheek afterwards and helped him get dressed, Justin being a little weak from his orgasm to do it on his own accord. Jeff took a couple of sheets of tissue paper from the roll next to them and cleaned up the mess in the stall left in the wake of the peak of Justin's pleasure. He took a couple more sheets of tissue and went to the sink to dampen it and clean Justin off, who was a disheveled mess. Justin mumbled his thanks and leaned an arm on Jeff for support, his legs undependable on keeping him vertical. Jeff smiled and kissed him intensely on the lips, their tongues rolling around playfully in each other's mouths for a few minutes before they decided to leave.

"We should get back to the hotel," Jeff said as he walked out of the bathroom with Justin.

"Yeah... I could use some rest," Justin added, still feeling the aftershock of his extraordinary experience.

"Who said anything about rest?" Jeff said his eyebrows furrowing in question. "The minute we get back to the hotel - I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

Justin simply laughed at his comment and sarcastically said, "Yeah, okay, babe. Maybe tomorrow, huh?"

Jeff's expression took on a dark tone as he silently walked on with Justin, who became increasingly worried about the way he had been acting for the last hour or so.

"You're not serious, are you?" Justin asked him, wearing a worried look on his face as they walked towards the waiting area. Jeff shot him what appeared to be a glance of confirmation as he requested the maitre d' to call them a taxi to go back to his hotel, walking outside to light a cigarette and smoking it as he waited for the cab to come, raising even more questions. Justin followed him hesitantly, not certain of what to make of their last exchange of words.

"Jeff, were you just joking back there?" Justin asked again, trying to make sure if he understood him correctly when they were at the front desk.

"Yeah, I was just pulling your leg, babe," Jeff said to him, chuckling lightly.

Justin let out a mental sigh of relief upon hearing Jeff's answer, his fears put to rest. He kept his distance from Jeff until the cab came, leaning against the wall as he fought with the sudden weariness that had come over him. Justin was surprised that he felt so drained, the previous night a complete contradiction as to the extent of his staying power. He had dismissed it as simply being for the lack of sleep, having to wake up two hours after they decided to rest to go to a breakfast meeting with their staff to discuss the details of their upcoming tour. He stayed up thereafter, attending a charity function for physically challenged children and then had lunch with a couple of representatives from Teen People for an interview in an upcoming article they had about him.

The taxi came soon enough, Jeff telling the driver to take them to his hotel as Justin leaned against him and rested his head on his shoulder and dozing off into a quick nap. They got to Jeff's hotel within twenty minutes, Jeff shaking Justin awake so he could step out of the car as he paid the driver. Justin waited for Jeff to get out of the car, rubbing at his eyes to get rid of some of the sleep that contributed to his tiredness and yawning drowsily. He lethargically followed a few steps behind Jeff as they made their way inside the hotel, going straight to the elevator so they could get to his room and relax.

The ride had been uneventful, Justin leaning against the wall on the opposite corner of the elevator from Jeff, who was content on watching the numbers change as they ascended to catch some more shut-eye. The thought of a warm, comfortable bed appealed to him, his body feeling the effects of his lack of rest and welcoming the sleep it anticipated. The ring of the elevator bell had come sooner than he thought, lazily following Jeff as they stepped out and walked towards his hotel room.

Jeff slid his keycard into the slot and turned the knob, the dim glow cast by the lamp on the nightstand next to his bed greeting them as they stepped inside. He took off his jacket and hung it in the closet near the door, taking Justin's vest and putting it in there as well. Jeff giggled to himself as he watched Justin walking towards the bed like a zombie; his shoulders slumped and his head hanging low and tilted slightly to the side as he dragged his feet on the carpeted floor. Jeff almost felt sorry for Justin, who was oblivious to what was about to happen to him.

"Here, babe, let me help you," Jeff said, walking over to Justin, who stood at the foot of the bed and waited for him.

"Thanks, baby," Justin said appreciatively, the exhaustion in his voice could be clearly. He leaned an arm on Jeff, who bent down and helped him take off his shoes and socks. Justin pulled off both his sweatshirt and undershirt and tossed it aside where his clothes were beginning to pile while Jeff helped him out of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," Justin said tiredly as he pecked Jeff on the lips and climbed into bed, lying on his stomach.

"I'm glad you did," Jeff replied, climbing in with Justin and laying beside him, turning for a moment to get something from the drawer under the nightstand. "But the night's just getting started."

"Oh, yeah... that. How 'bout a rain check?" Justin asked as he stretched his arm towards the headboard of the bed when he felt Jeff grab his wrist and slap something cold, hard and metallic on it. Before he realized what was happening, Justin felt his other wrist being manipulated the same way and heard the clicking of the metal lock into place, limiting his movement.

"Uhhh... Jeff, why'd you put handcuffs on me, baby?" Justin asked, chuckling nervously and not feeling so tired anymore.

Jeff said nothing as he got up off the bed and walked off to the bathroom and out of Justin's path of vision. The sound of running water could be heard as Jeff rinsed his face in the sink and freshened up. When he was done, Jeff stepped out and kicked his boots off to the side and walked back towards the bed.

A cold sweat broke across Justin's forehead; tensely anticipating what Jeff would do next. He heard Jeff unbuckling his belt and removing his pants and tried to turn his neck to see him but the handcuffs prevented him from doing so, only catching a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye. Justin tried to free himself of his restraints but found his efforts futile, only succeeding in hurting his wrists and leaving red marks on them in the process as he heard Jeff taking off the last bits of clothing still covering his body and tossing them to the side.

"Jeff... baby, you're scaring me. Take these handcuffs off of me," Justin pleaded, the fear in his voice becoming apparent.

"No," Jeff replied flatly, his tone detached and lacking the life and mirth it usually contained when he spoke to him.

"Why are you doing this?" Justin responded, his voice cracking.

"You need to be taught a lesson," Jeff continued, his chilling voice utterly devoid of emotion.

"What are you gonna do to me?" Justin asked but got no answer, shifting uncomfortably in his near-immobile position. He could hear Jeff's footsteps as he walked towards the wall opposite to the one Justin was facing and plugged something into a nearby outlet. Justin cocked an eyebrow in curiosity as the unfamiliar beat of heavy metal drums began filling the room coupled with the moans of a woman in ecstasy. The sound of the distorted strumming of an electric guitar followed and was accompanied by another voice whose sex was difficult to determine, talking indistinctly and sounding like it was coming from the other end of a telephone and another of a man yelling 'white trash' that was repeated with a sampler.

Justin sensed Jeff from the foot of the bed walking towards him until he came into full view. He swallowed hard, the magnificent sight of Jeff's nudity washing away any trace of fatigue he had left and was replaced by a combination of excitement and uncertainty. Justin was drawn to the emerald orbs casting their heated gaze on his entire body, scanning every inch of his trembling frame with malevolent intent and the delicious, kissable lips that was currently curved into an insidious smile. He watched in mesmerized horror as Jeff's lips began to move and chanted along with the opening line.

Jeff began dancing to the music as if possessed. He seductively gyrated his hips along with the beat of the drums, running his hands over his face and peeling away at it as if he were trying to rip it off. Jeff dug his nails into his cheeks, the maniacal look in his face sending shivers down Justin's spine.

"Jeff, what's the matter with you?" Justin asked with a fear-filled voice, raising it so that he could be heard over the music. "What are you gonna to do to me?" He asked again.

Justin's disturbing answer came with the beginning half of the first verse, Jeff singing along with the song as he put an emphasis on the last few words before the drums began beating along with the masterfully played strings of the guitars took over once again.

Justin's eyes widened at the sudden realization of what Jeff was about to do to him, his body trembling almost uncontrollably at the thought. He began whimpering pathetically, his words garbled as he attempted to beg Jeff into changing his mindset. The ineffectiveness of his endeavor became evident to him as Jeff held up a hand and shook his finger while he continued to dance, his body language replying with a resounding 'NO.'

Marilyn Manson continued to blare on the stereo as Jeff slowly approached Justin, still dancing to the beat. His undulating body was both beautiful and terrifying in its sacrilegious dance, Justin watching him in silence with his mouth agape and quivering a little. Their eyes met again as Jeff repeated the opening line.

Jeff disappeared from Justin's view as he climbed the bed once again, crawling behind Justin and in-between his legs. Justin jumped when he felt Jeff slap his boxer-clad ass with his hand, causing Justin to thrash about and kick against him. Jeff caught Justin's legs and locked them in place, taking one leg and making the front of his ankle meet the back of his knee on the other leg and keeping him from jerking at him. Jeff used his own foot to hold Justin in position, keeping him almost motionless save for the shaking of his head and the trembling of his body.

"Jeff, please..." Justin begged him, tears forming in his eyes.

"You like to play games, don't you? I told you teasing us Southern boys drives us crazy," Jeff said in a near-whisper against the loud music, his voice even and with a touch of calculating coldness. "Unfortunately for you, you didn't listen - now you're gonna pay for it when I rape this sweet ass of yours," he added, ripping apart Justin's boxers with his bare hands and squeezing the cheeks of his ass roughly, leaving red, abused marks on them.

Justin uttered a sniveling plea as he felt Jeff's molesting hands violating him, kneading his ass with lustful abandon and drowning out his protests. He yelped in pain when he felt Jeff harshly insert a finger up his ass, forcing the tears to flow down his face from his eyes. Justin writhed helplessly against his hand, Jeff thrusting his finger in and out of him a few times before adding another one.

"I know you like this, you little slut," Jeff said, his voice laced with lust as his breathing began to quicken to the pace of his fingers thrusting into Justin. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless."

"Oh, God, Jeff... please stop..." Justin implored him, his voice sounding defeated and weak.

Jeff rose up to his knees, spitting on his hand and mixing it with the ample amount of precum that collected on the head of his cock to lube himself. He released Justin from the leg lock he had applied to him and pulled him up by his hips, Justin weakened and unable to kick against him. Jeff spat on his hand again and reinserted his fingers inside his hole, Justin merely groaning in response. Jeff positioned his cock where his fingers had just been after pulling them out and pushed into Justin ruthlessly, drawing a little blood and an earsplitting scream from his victim.

"Oh my God... Jeff... take it out - it's too big!" Justin shrieked as the intense pain attacked his body, almost blacking out from the sheer agony of Jeff's assault. His voice was muffled by the strident music, which had started all over again, obviously being played in a repeating loop. Unfortunately for Justin, his screams coincided with the song and would have been dismissed as being part of the music had a passerby or a guest heard him, his cause lost and leaving him in total mercy of what appeared to be his now-insane boyfriend.

"You're so tight, baby," Jeff said, seeming as if in a trance, Justin's words appearing to have no bearing on his demeanor as he began ravaging him. He gripped tightly onto Justin's hips as he began to thrust into him forcefully, his pubic bone slapping hard against the cheeks of Justin's ass hard every time he pushed into him. The music seemed to take control of him, almost as if fueling his fires as his fervor increased with each agonizing thrust into Justin, who struggled powerlessly against him.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Justin yelped helplessly as Jeff drove into him with enough force to punch the air out of his lungs.

Hearing his helplessness only served to excite Jeff more as he growled in response to Justin's useless pleas. He licked at his lips hungrily as he continued his pace, his stamina holding its own impressively considering the sexual torture he had received earlier in the night. Jeff would pull Justin back towards him as he pushed, the thunderous sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating throughout the entire room and accompanying the lyrics of Marilyn Manson.

Jeff had been giving it to him for so long and so hard that Justin's knees gave out on him, causing Jeff's cock to slip out of him as he collapsed on the bed with his ass sticking out in the air, a crimson trail outlining the ring of his hole. The fact that Justin was reduced to a sobbing mess did not deter Jeff, placing his hands on either side of Justin after positioning his cock at Justin's entrance once again and beginning his assault anew. Jeff bent down a bit further as he pushed in and out of Justin until his lips were brushing against Justin's ear and whispered into it.

"Do... you... feel... me... inside... you... baby?" Jeff hissed lustfully, each syllable from his statement accentuated with a harsh thrust. "I know you like it," he added, moving down on him so his body rested on Justin's, taking a hand to reach around and pull on Justin's swollen cock as he used his legs to continue battering him ruthlessly.

"Cum for me again one more time, baby," Jeff taunted him, jerking at his cock abrasively as he pummeled him.

Justin hovered between the state of consciousness and unconsciousness and could only reply with a sobbing groan as Jeff persisted. His face was flushed and wet with tears, the defeat written clearly across his features. Justin's wrists were red with welts from struggling to free himself of the handcuffs, now hanging limp against the restraints as his unrelenting attack from Jeff carried on, seeming as if to go on forever. He shuddered when he felt Jeff's manipulating hand urge him into orgasm, his body surrendering to the pleasure amidst the pain it was receiving.

Jeff took Justin's release as his cue to do so as well, the clenching embrace of Justin's ass compelling him to cum. An unholy bellow erupted from the depths of his being as he came; flooding Justin's inner walls with the sticky, hot liquid of his seed. Jeff convulsed fiercely, digging his fingers into the mattress.

Justin panted under him as the deluge from Jeff's orgasm filled him to capacity, the excess dripping down both sides of Justin's hole, milking Jeff's cock dry. The semen contained traces of blood, gently sloping down to Justin's balls in a pinkish hue. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling Jeff's head resting on his shoulder as Jeff gasped for air, totally spent from the experience.

Jeff stayed inside Justin for a few moments, waiting for his cock to completely soften before rising up and pulling out of him. He watched as his cock slid out of Justin's ass, a trail of rose-tinted cum following the head. Jeff got up from the bed to turn the radio off and went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean himself off. He then went over to where Justin laid in exhaustion almost motionless, the only way to tell that he was alive was from the way his body moved as he breathed. Jeff picked up a pair of keys from the nightstand and released Justin from his handcuffs, turning Justin over on his back and wiping his ass and cock with the rag and doing his best to clean the bed off before collapsing next to him.

"Holy shit, babe," Jeff said, huffing as he did. "You certainly have some strange-ass fantasies."

"I know," Justin replied as he regained his breath, a smile forming across his boyish face. "That was fucking unbelievable, Jeff." Justin added, purring as he inched over and passionately kissed Jeff on the lips. "But damn, Jeff," Justin continued, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. "An hour and a half?"

"Well, you know what they say... 'stamina of a horse,' is it?" Jeff said with a confident grin.

"And just about as hung," Justin added, Jeff blushing at the comment.

"You should've seen your face... you deserve an Oscar for acting like you didn't really wanna be raped by me," Jeff said with a lazy smirk after separating, causing Justin to blush and giggle.

"You too," Justin remarked. "You had me convinced with that 'I'm your crazy, rapist boyfriend' act."

"I try," Jeff shrugged, reacting to Justin's flattery by blushing himself. "Marilyn Manson deserves some of the credit - that music had me going."

"Me, too," Justin said, resting his head on Jeff's chest and nestling himself against his body. "I just hope the guys don't make fun of me for walking bowlegged when they see me tomorrow."

"They won't - I'll make sure of it," Jeff said, nudging Justin with reassurance and kissing him on the forehead. "And Happy Birthday, baby."