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Nick let out a low moan and leaned into Justin's touch, cupping his head with his hands. He moved the
younger man's mouth to where he wanted it, loving the playful assault that was being taken on his throat and
neck. Once he felt Justin bite his jaw roughly, he growled and pulled Justin's face back sharply. "Fuck..."
Within seconds the air in the bathroom changed, became nearly electric. Blue eyes were locked on blue,
fires burning behind both pairs. Nick pulled Justin's face to his roughly, the kiss demanding and bruising. He
could hear the moans of pleasure coming from Justin's mouth and continued until they were both gasping for
air.
"Fuck... so goddamned hot Carter... New you'd be good,"Justin's hand trailed down Nick's shirt to his
pants, fingering the bulge that was prominent.
"You have no fucking clue Timberlake."
Hands fumbled with belts and zippers while their mouths were fused together in an erotic battle for power.
Every so often a cry of pain would be heard, followed by a low moan or growl. Nick felt his pants fall to his
ankles and broke the kiss so he could step out of them quickly. Looking at Justin, he watched the other man
do the same. Their lips were both bruised and swollen, eyes glassed over in lust and cheeks flushed. He
wondered if Justin knew how absolutely sexy he looked at that moment, in the heat of the moment. Shaking
his head to clear it, Nick watched as Justin began to undo his dress shirt.
"Stop... too much time,"Nick said, stopping Justin's movements. "Just do it now.."
Justin smiled and kissed Nick again before turning him to bend over the counter. "Can't wait can you? You
want this inside of you so bad."He ran his cock up and down Nick's crack teasingly, feeling the older man
moan in desperation.
"God Justin.. just fucking do it,"Nick cried out in frustration. He turned his head over his shoulder to see
Justin smirking down at him, a superior expression on his face. Grimacing at the younger man Nick took one
hand that had he'd been leaning on the counter with and swatted Justin away with it. With a cocky grin of his
own, Nick placed his hand at the tiny pucker Justin had been teasing and roughly thrust two fingers in, crying
out at the jolt of pain that resulted. He quickly thrust and withdrew the fingers, riding his hand furiously.
Knowing what it was doing to Justin, just by watching his reaction, Nick closed his eyes and bit hi s lower lip
seductively. "Fuck.. so fucking good.. So tight and hot...."
"Fuck I hate you,"Justin spat out before grabbing Nick's arm to still his movements. "Hate you so fucking
much."
"Prove it,"Nick countered, knowing exactly what his performance was going to do to him. He had anticipated
this reaction and felt the thrill flow down his spine. Before he could say any more, Nick felt Justin thrust into
him roughly stopping only when he was buried deep inside. It was heaven and hell all at once and Nick had to
breathe deeply to calm the dizziness that had snuck up on him. Hands were holding his hips tightly, most
likely leaving a mark. Nick wanted to tell Justin to move, to do something or he was going to fucking die, but
he couldn't find the words. All he could do was s tand there, bent over the counter with hands holding him in
place, hot breath on his neck and his ass full of Justin fucking Timberlake's cock which was a lot longer and
thicker than he'd previously given the kid credit for.
And just when Nick thought he was going to go out of his mind, Justin began to pull out only to thrust in
sharply. It was slow at first, them both trying to find a rhythm together until finally they came together and
started moving, one back the other forward, both trying to hold on as long as they could. Their bodies were
slick on one another, moving together gracefully as if it had been done millions of times before. Justin's
mouth had firmly rooted itself on Nick's neck and shoulders, biting and licking at the tattoos that decorated
Nick's skin. Faintly, harsh words of hatred and disgust filled the room, neither men knowing if they were
talking to the other or just speaking aloud, needing the reminder of how impersonal this act truly was. It had
nothing to do with respect or love, or even frienship or like. It was complete hatred and loathing, and mostly
about getting off and needing to cum.
Nick couldn't take it any longer and moved one hand down his stomach to his erection, which was throbbing
painfully. He began to jerk it in time with Justin's violent thrusts, finding himself fighing off his orgasm. He
wanted Justin to cum as well, wanted Justin to cum first. But as he felt three sharp jabs in succession directly
to his prostate, Nick couldn't hold on any longer and came, a low howl on his lips. He felt the sticky warmth
coat his hand and chest in multiple streams from his cock, his eyes tight and jaw slack. If Nick *really * thought
about it he would confidently say that this was the hardest he had cum, EVER. But he didn' t let himself get
too caught up in the moment, in the fact that he'd just had the most unbelievable sex of his life and it was with
Justin fucking Timberlake.
Justin continued to pump into him, but his pace had become quicker, more frantic. He knew he was
clenching around Justin and that was bringing him closer to the edge. But the fact that he was still going,
prolonged the sensations for Nick. His legs were starting to shake and he wasn't sure how much more he
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