"Justin!" he whispered furiously, "what about the neighbors?"

"Let 'em ogle," Justin said.

"What about *Joey*?"

"Dude. I arrived here a week ago, and haven't been outside since then until about 11:15 this morning, when I stretched naked on one of your lawn chairs. I think it's a little late to worry about Joey."

JC started laughing. Well, really he started giggling, because he was *trying* not to laugh -- he just couldn't help himself. It bubbled up inside him until all he could do was grin and giggle and wave, in case someone was watching.

"Stop squirming," Justin said as he slid the patio door open. "I'm gonna drop you."

"Not my caveman," JC giggled. "I should call you Og, or something."

"Short for Ogle the Caveman? Your favorite activity, I suppose." Justin hefted him a little higher, and started up the stairs.

"You *do* have a nice ass," JC said. "You know, for ogling."

Justin paused in his march up the staircase. "Only for ogling?" he asked.

"Why Justin Timberlake, are you flirting with me?"

"Never," Justin grunted. "Have you put on weight?"

"When have I had time to eat in the past seven days?"

"I must just be weak from hunger, then," Justin said. He kicked open the door to JC's bedroom, and deposited JC on the bed.

"Better take care of that," JC said. "Wouldn't want you fainting on me."

Justin leaned over him, and started unbuttoning JC's shirt. "Not gonna be a problem," he murmured.

JC tried to thing of a witty comeback, some way of keeping the dialogue alive, but it was hard to think of anything when Justin was licking one nipple and sliding a hand down his pants.

He did manage to moan Justin's name, and run a hand along the shaved head that was working it's way down his stomach, but that was pretty much it.

"Lift your hips," Justin muttered, and slid JC's pants off. At some point he had apparently lost his shoes and socks, but he was damned if he could remember when. Then Justin sucked on a finger, and smiled a JC with sex-darkened eyes, and JC was lost.

He had discovered during their seven-day orgy that Justin gave head with great enthusiasm, and greater skill. But he forgot between blow jobs exactly how mind-blowing it was when Justin ran his tongue along the length of his cock, and looked up at him with his lips curved in a full pout, and then suddenly, without any warning, deep-throated him.

He had discovered that Justin liked fucking slowly, methodically, making sure he did everything perfect. But he forgot between times exactly how it felt when Justin moved carefully inside him, cautiously at first, then gaining in speed and urgency as JC moaned and Justin himself neared orgasm.

And he had forgotten how it made his heart want to explode when Justin pulled him into his arms, after, and pulled JC tight against him, despite the sweat and the stickiness, and pressed his nose into JC's hair and murmured, "Love you," as he fell asleep.

So it was possible that JC would, in fact, be unable to play piano for awhile, and it was possible that the neighbors and/or Joey would freak out, and it was possible that JC's stomach still hurt because, frankly, Justin's shoulder was kind of bony and not a great way to travel upstairs at all, but really, JC didn't care at all.

"Love you too, Og," he said, and discarded the idea of doing laundry in favor of sleeping in a naked Justin's arms.

Sleeping *was* his favorite hobby, after all.
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