Blackmail
Pairing: JuC/Carter
Rating: NC-17
First off, I was inspired for this by a few different things. One, Summer Music Mania was on last night and while I was looking at JC’s fine self (and Chris was there too, I did notice, really, hehe) I was thinking about how that concert was a lot like Wango Tango on a smaller scale. Okay, Meg would die if Nick had been at the same thing as JC, not to mention in front of me. Then there was this dream I had that BSB and N Sync collaborated and got together. Then there was Jessica going on and on in my ear about Justin and Nick. So, voila, I’ve come up with some form of a mosh of different things. And for future reference, I don’t think Britney’s this much of a bitch, but it was fun making her one…So, here we go…
“Okay, so how did Chris get out of this? Did he use that excuse about his broken ear again, cause you can’t break your ear,” Justin whined as the hairdresser tried to comb his hair.
“No, he’s really sick Jup, give it a rest,” JC sighed as his hairdresser added a few curls into his hair.
“STOP, I have no hair dammitt, go away,” Justin shooed the lady away.
“Look, it won’t kill you to be around Britney for one night, you’ve already said your hellos and such, everything will be fine,” JC reassured him.
“Josh are you forgetting that just last week she threatened to tell the press…”
“Justin, she’s not going to and if you wouldn’t be so rude to her sometimes then she wouldn’t have a reason to,” JC placed his glasses on.
“I’m not mean,” he pouted, “she’s a spoiled bitch.”
“You love her, you always will, get over it,” he hopped out of the chair, “show time.”
Justin huffed and followed JC.
A few minutes later the crowd was applauding, cameras were everywhere, and the lady on the floor in front of JC and Justin was counting down from commercial.
“N Sync’s lead men are our hosts tonight, please welcome JC Chasez and Justin Timberlake,” the crowd applauded as the two men looked on.
“He’s such an arrogant ass hole,” Britney screamed backstage, tons of people turning around and looking at her.
“Timberlake?” a voice asked behind her.
She turned around startled to see a tall blond beauty in front of her.
“What’s it to you Nick?” she asked.
“Nothing, accept you’re standing in the place *I’M* suppose to be when the commercial break comes in because I have to run out there,” he pointed, “to get ready to perform with my dorky little brother,” Nick smirked.
She just looked at him annoyed, he was the hundredth person to piss her off today.
“Whatever,” she turned around and walked away.
A few minutes later Nick and Aaron were onstage performing, JC and Justin watching from the sidelines.
“Justin,” Britney coldly replied as she walked up.
“What?” he asked and turned around.
“What the fuck is your problem?” she snorted.
“Ah, ah, ah Brit, no swearing near microphones, that always gets you into trouble,” JC laughed and held up the microphone in his hand.
“Shut up Joshua,” she looked back at Justin.
“What is it you want from me Brit?” Justin asked.
“I want you to tell Wade you’re sorry and forget all of this happened,” she simply replied.
“Forget I walked in on my best friend and my girlfriend?” he began to yell.
“HEY, don’t even do that, it’s not like you’ve never fucked him too!” she retorted.
“Brit, keep your voice down,” Justin calmly replied.
“NO and you know what, if you don’t forgive Wade and tell the press you were wrong about our affair I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” she stopped and thought for a second.
“What, blow an implant you’re so mad?” JC snorted again.
Both of them looked at him and he turned away to look at Nick and Aaron.
“What Brit? I loved you, I treated you like a queen, I walk in on you and Wade and now you want me to do something for you?” Justin yelled.
“I’m gonna tell the press you like to suck dicks,” she coldly replied.
JC nearly choked on his spit.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Justin laughed in her face.
“You got a better idea?” she looked out as Aaron and Nick finished up their set.
“I’d rather fuck a stupid Carter boy than EVER apologize to you OR the press,” he huffed.
She looked back and forth from JC to Justin and then at Nick and Aaron as they exited the stage and the show went to commercial.
“Sounds like a good idea. I’m giving you and JC twenty-four hours to fuck a Carter, with proof, or I’m going to the press,” she turned around and walked away.
“YOU’RE SO KIDDING ME BRITNEY JEAN!” he screamed.
“Oh yeah?” she challenged, tapping Bob Goen from ET on the shoulder.
“Hey Britney,” he kissed her cheek.
“OKAY OKAY,” Justin shouted.
Britney backed off and winked at them.
“And what does this have to do with anything?” Justin yelled back.
“Call it compensation for all the pain you’ve put me through,” she walked away.
“WE GOTTA DO WHAT?!” JC yelled. “I ain’t having sex with a fourteen-year-old,” he shook his head.
“She meant Nick, you dork,” Justin punched his arm.
“And tell me WHY I have to do this?” JC asked annoyingly.
“Okay, first you don’t mind, you’ve always wanted a piece of that,” he nodded towards Nick, “and secondly, you’re just as gay as I am, so if she takes me down, you’re going with me,” Justin concluded and walked away.
JC just stood there with his mouth open.
“I shoulda asked Lance to come…”
That night Justin and JC watched Nick from across the room.
“Dude Justin, give me one good reason why I’m doing this for you,” JC whined.
“One, you love me, two you have the hots for Nick and three it’s not like you and I have never had sex before,” Justin shrugged.
“SHHH,” JC replied.
“Look little brother Carter is leaving with mommy,” Justin nodded.
JC watched as he hugged Nick good night and Jane kissed his cheek.
Nick made an annoyed face and walked away, this time towards the girls on Justin and JC’s side of the room.
“Gotta love after parties, because there’s…al-co-hol,” Justin sang and stood up, signaling for JC to follow.
“Justin, one thing,” JC whispered in his ear.
“What?”
“How are we going to get proof?” he asked.
“You’ll see Jayce, be patient,” Justin smirked as he whipped open his cell phone and made a few calls. “Go make yourself useful,” he added.
JC sighed and headed for the bar, there he picked up two drinks and headed back towards Justin.
“Ready?” JC asked.
“Let’s do this,” Justin took a drink and strolled up to Nick.
“Hey Carter, drink?” Justin approached Nick.
Nick looked at him oddly, he was trying to pimp on these girls and friggin’ Timberlake shows up. The God of boybands, the one who stole his ‘i’m-the-cutest-in-pop-title.’ Just great.
“Sure, thanks Justin,” he took the drink.
“So, your bro is growing up fast,” Justin commented as he sipped on his drink.
“Yeah, he’s going to be able to beat me up one of these days,” Nick looked over at JC who was staring at what was sure was his ass.
“Hey Chasez,” Nick waited for his eyes to meet his.
JC looked up startled, “hey.”
“No drink, you’re letting Justin do all of it?” he laughed.
“Something like that. Not in the mood for a drink tonight I suppose,” he looked Nick up and down.
Justin smirked, JC had a way with men and women. He was the perfect weapon in this entire thing. The least Britney could have done was chose someone like Lance who would smile all goofy and giggle, the woman had no idea just how useful JC was.
JC’s stare made Nick shift a bit from side to side.
“So how’s the album doing?” Nick asked, knowing full-well the exact figures.
“Good, good, tour starts next month. Y’know, same ol’ bullshit,” Justin shrugged and finished his drink.
“Yeah, our tour just finished, so I’m just hanging out with Aaron before we go back into the studio,” Nick commented.
“So, uh, what are you doing tonight,” Justin stuttered. He tried to get it together, how many guys and girls had he picked up on before? It’s not like Nick was much different, right? Right.
“I dunno,” he looked around, noticing the girls had walked away, “just chillin’, I suppose.”
“JC and I are having a small party up in our room, wanna come up for a sec?” Justin casually asked.
“Sure…I guess…” he watched JC smile at him.
“Let’s go,” Justin allowed Nick to go in front of him and then leaned into JC.
“Do your thing Jayce,” he whispered.
JC shrugged him off and walked up behind Nick.
“You think fucking a Backstreet Boy is fun, Carter? Try fucking an N Syncer or two, we’re FREEAAKS,” he whispered into Nick’s ear and walked ahead of him.
Justin smiled as he watched Nick stop for a second, think, and then keep walking.
“Hook, line, and sink er,” he said to himself.
The three made their way through the party and out into the lobby. They snuck around another way to the elevator bay.
They waited in silence for the elevator to come. A set of doors opened behind them, some people getting in and Nick going to follow.
“No, wait,” Justin pulled his arm.
Nick looked at him curiously.
Another elevator opened to the left of them, this one was empty. The three walked in and once the doors closed Nick looked from side to side at both of them.
Justin watched the floors tick away and then suddenly reached out for the button.
JC smirked, damn, Justin was a smart little freak, wasn’t he?
“Justin, what are you – “ Nick was cut off when the elevator came to a halt. Seconds later the wind was knocked out of him, JC pinning him to the wall.
JC’s lips found his instantly, his fingers working quickly at Nick’s clothes.
Justin stood back with his arms folded and smiled, he loved watching JC do all the busy work. Justin was more the kinda guy that liked to devour once everything was unclothed…JC, he didn’t mine devouring while undressing.
Nick’s head hit the back of the elevator as JC dropped to his knees and yanked down his boxers. His tongue instantly reached the tip of Nick.
“FUCK JC,” Nick said almost painfully.
“You can handle this Nick, don’t pretend you’re innocent,” Justin slammed his forehead against the wall, his lips kissing over Nick’s quickly and passionately. Nick’s hand instantly went for Justin’s mound between his pants.
JC worked over Nick faster and faster, his eyes watching Justin kissing him deeply.
Nick was nearly paralyzed by the feeling of JC’s mouth, but somehow he managed to reach up Justin’s shirt and play with his nipples.
Justin kissed him even deeper, his fingers quickly unbuttoning his own pants so Nick’s hand could roam freely.
Suddenly JC pulled away and stood up, watching them both go at it for a second.
He smirked, time for the next step. This always drove people wild.
“Jup,” JC called as he undid his pants and took them off.
Justin obeyed, leaving Nick and pealing off some more of his clothes as JC laid down on the floor.
Nick watched wide-eyed as Justin crawled on top of JC and pinned his legs up high enough that he could reach his entrance.
Nick’s hand found his straining length and he began to stroke it as he watched Justin enter inside of JC.
JC’s loud yell caused Nick to gulp back hard, his breathing quickening.
A minute later Justin withdrew from JC.
“You like JC?” Justin asked with almost a growl in Nick’s ear and then biting on it.
Nick just nodded.
“JC’s the biggest freak I know…and he really likes you Nicky,” Justin purred.
Nick looked down at JC and then back at Justin.
“Go ahead…” Justin coaxed.
Nick’s weight was now on JC as he entered into him slowly.
“Holy shit…” he groaned as he pushed as far in as possible.
JC’s fingers dug into Nick’s back.
Nick didn’t move, just laid there for a moment, his body overwhelmed by pleasure.
Justin watched for a moment, his own hand going up and down his shaft as he watched Nick try to hold on.
“JC,” Justin said.
JC obeyed and put his legs up higher until they were on Nick’s shoulders. This allowed Nick to be fully bent over JC.
Justin kneeled down behind Nick, his lips trailing over his neck and his back as Nick slowly moved in and out of JC.
“Nick, take care of him for me,” Justin moaned as he placed Nick’s hand over JC.
JC yelled out as Nick began moving his hand up and down at a quick pace.
It was then that Justin shoved himself inside of Nick, causing them both to yell out and then whine.
The three worked over each other quickly, sweat pouring off each of them.
JC was the first to lose control, his hips grinding into Nick’s hand as he came.
Nick watched the look in JC’s depths of blue as he came. It looked like he was far away from this elevator.
“God Justin…” Nick moaned as he began to climax.
JC reached up as he watched Nick’s face contort and stuck his finger in Nick’s mouth.
Nick’s teeth bit down as he began to fall over the edge.
Justin pushed into him one last time, his orgasm exploding inside of Nick’s body, seconds later, Nick following suit in JC’s body.
JC yelled out almost as loud as Nick did as the warm fluid began to flow.
Nick and Justin then collapsed practically on top of JC.
“Hey I’m the skinny one, watch it,” JC moved out from under the two a bit.
They all took a deep breath and laid there for a few moments.
A few minutes later in silence they dressed and Justin started the elevator again.
When the floor came to a stop, Nick’s just looked at them both.
“I guess I’ll see you at the Billboard Awards,” he smirked as he left the elevator.
“For sure,” Justin replied.
“Bye Nick,” JC waved.
Nick just smiled again and walked down the hall.
Justin pushed a few buttons and looked at JC.
“We’re floor 9, Jup,” JC commented.
“We have something to go pick up,” he smirked.
The next day Justin and JC arrived at Britney’s door.
“So, did you accomplish what I asked of you?” she smirked.
Justin handed her a video tape, “more than the proof you need Brit.”
An hour passed by, all of them watching the tape and having a drink.
When it was over Britney walked them to the door and handed Justin the tape.
“Don’t ever cross me again Timberlake,” she slammed the door in his face.
“Mission accomplished partner,” Justin smirked at JC.
JC smiled back.
“Yup, now let’s go bother Chris, he shoulda been there last night.”
Justin agreed and they walked off.
Britney sat down on her bed, her assistant coming into the room.
“Brit, why did you give them back the tape? I thought you wanted to expose Justin?” she asked.
“Oh, but see,” she lit up a cigarette, “little did Justin know that I made a few phone calls and waved around a few bills and *I* had a copy of that tape before him,” she reached under her bed and pulled it out.
They both started cackling loudly.
For my 'daughter'...I'll get to the tour bus one soon, promise...sweet daddy and uncle dreams *snort*