Title:Losing The Game Author: Jules - mailto:slash_me_baby@yahoo.com Genre:Slash Pairing:Nick Carter/Justin Timberlake Part:1/1 Rating:NC 17 Disclaimer: This is not real, it never happened. Losing the Game by Jules There's only one thing that Justin hated more than losing, and that was losing to Nick Carter, Backstreet pretty Boy. As Justin watched the ball soar over his head and into the basket he felt the anger rise. And to make it worse, the point they lost by was all because he had fouled the pretty boy out. The game had been tied and Justin charged, giving Nick the free throw shot that won him the game. "Fuck." Justin muttered to himself rolling his eyes at the spectacle Nick was making of himself. He was running around the court, high fiving everyone that was in arms reach. Sure the game was for charity and was just for fun, but it still hurt losing to his arch nemesis. Okay, so they weren't really enemies, but sometimes it felt like that. It felt like everything he did was compared and measured up to Nick. Who sang better? Who danced better? Who looked better? It was a constant game, challenge to outdo Nick and separate himself from the media's comparison of the two. "Good game Timberlake. Better luck next year." Nick said approaching Justin, his eyes twinkling and full of amusement. "Screw you Carter" Justin mumbled, moving his shoulder where Nick's hand had rested comfortably. "Maybe for the after game activities." Nick shot back smirking as he made his way to the showers, looking over his shoulder to catch Justin still staring at him. Justin had to remind himself that he hated the older man. Everything Nick did exuded mock towards him and it was really starting to piss him off. He hated the way Nick would stand as close to him as he possibly could whenever they were in the same room how he'd always find a way to touch him, rub up against him just enough to remind Justin that he was there. Hated the ease with which Nick did everything, making it seem like he never had to try for anything in his life. Hated the way his hair stuck up everywhere, looking like he had either just rolled out of bed or just been thoroughly fucked, both rendering him absolutely sexy. And most of all, Justin hated how that smirk of Nick's managed to get his heart racing faster than Britney ever could. When Nick announced earlier that year that he was actively bi-sexual a thrill ran through Justin that he hadn't expected. Made him excited to know that quite possibly, those smirks and winks were meant as more than teasing, that there was promise behind it. And that drove Justin absolutely insane. Because he didn't have those feelings for Nick Carter. He just didn't. It wasn't allowed. There was some rule in the NSYNC handbook which stated that fraternizing socially with any member of the Backstreet Boys was immediately out of the question. And knowing Jive, there was a similar rule in the Backstreet handbook regarding them. So what the hell was Justin thinking about Nick so much for? Oh yeah, he hated him. Justin made his way to the locker rooms and noticed that everyone had long since cleared out and made their way to the celebrity luncheon where the remainder of the fund raising was to take place. He undressed slowly, stretching out his muscles that had grown tired from over exertion. He knew he played harder than necessary but it was all Nick's fault. Nick. For some reason the blonde found his way back into Justin's thoughts, and he showered thinking about all the reasons why it wasn't a good idea to think about Nick. 20 minutes later, Justin was clean and relaxed enough, and got out of the shower wrapping a large towel tightly around his waist. He made his way through the locker room to where his clothes were stashed and was so wrapped up in his own thoughts didn't notice anyone else in the room with him. It wasn't until the other person cleared his throat that Justin realized he wasn't alone. He turned around to find none other than the object of his thoughts sitting 10 feet away in nothing but a towel, straddling the bench. "Carter? What are you still doing here?" He asked, unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "Took my time. Waited for you." Nick stared at him intently, his gaze not faltering and his voice steady. Justin was very unnerved by Nick's calmness. "Why?" Justin's heart began to race, that familiar warmth spreading through his stomach all the way down to his toes. What was wrong with him? He wasn't supposed to be reacting this way to guys, let alone Nick fucking Carter.

		"You hate losing don't you." Nick commented, smiling at Justin who was visibly nervous. Seeing the younger man unsure and on edge was strangely erotic to Nick. "Doesn't everyone." Justin shot back, sitting down on the bench beside Nick. Nick slid over on the bench closer to Justin, his eyes changing to a dark blue. "Yeah I guess." Nick's voice had become low and gravelly, causing Justin's skin to react into little goose bumps which Nick noticed. He ran his fingers up Justin's arms, massaging the younger man's biceps. "I feel bad that we beat you Jus. I know how you hate to lose and I wanted to come in here and make it up to you." And suddenly Nick was pressed tightly to Justin, his face buried in the crook of the younger man's neck. Justin felt his breath catch and his head roll back, a small groan escaping his lips. "Wh.. Why?" He managed to croak out, feeling Nick's tongue snake out and lick his neck, his teeth biting the skin just enough to give him an erotic pain. "Because we both want me to. I know that underneath all that anger towards me, all that disgust, lies want. You want me and it drives you crazy. Isn't that right Justin." Nick moaned, his hand reaching out and grabbing onto the knot holding Justin's towel together. "I.. I ...don't know what you're talking about." Justin moaned, holding Nick's head in place as he licked and sucked on his nipples. "You know exactly what I'm talking about it. Say it Justin.... Tell me that I make you feel things that would shock your little Barbie girlfriend. Tell me how much you want me, how much you want me to do things to you that no one would ever dream that you'd like." And suddenly Justin wanted him to. Justin wanted Nick to make him forget everything outside that locker room. As much as it killed him to beg, it would have killed him more if Nick stopped. "Please..Nick..." "Please what?" Nick asked, lifting his head from Justin's chest and looking him straight in the eye, a smirk playing on those plush, full lips Justin hated to love so much. "Please ... Do something.... Anything... Everything..." Justin moaned, pulling Nick's face closer and engaging him in a kiss leaving them both completely breathless. Their tongues played carelessly in each others mouths, moans escaping as they fought to catch their breath and towels suddenly disappearing in the heat of passion so that their bodies could press tightly together with nothing in between. Before Justin could protest, Nick pushed him down carefully so that he was lying on the bench, legs on either side of the thick wood, erection pointing upward hard and waiting for release. Nick looked down at the beautiful man beneath him and smiled, licking his lips at the thought of what he was about to do. "Nick?" Justin questioned, his voice thick with lust. "Yeah baby..." "Please...Suck me..I want to feel your mouth on me. I've thought about it so many times, I just want to feel..." Before Justin could finish his thought, Nick lowered his head and licked the tip of Justin's cock, tasting the precum that had gathered. Both men groaned and their eyes met, full of passion and lust. Nick couldn't wait any longer, taking Justin completely into his mouth, stopping only when he felt him hit the back of his throat. Nick bobbed his head furiously on Justin, gently scraping his teeth on the sensitive flesh, using his tongue to massage the vein on the underside. Unable to help himself, Justin reached down to caress his balls, tugging on them slightly helping Nick to bring him to orgasm. Seeing this, Nick swatted the younger man's hands away and began to play with Justin, rubbing and stroking his balls and the skin right below. Justin was completely in heaven, never experiencing anything like this ever before. And just when he thought it couldn't feel any better, he felt a slight pressure onto his ass hole, heightening the pleasure. Nick had gently inserted the tip of his finger into Justin, moaning at the warmth and tightness he found there. The vibration in turn furthered Justin's enjoyment, bringing him closer to the orgasm he could feel building deep within him. Suddenly, there was two fingers inside of him and Nick was massaging him from the inside, tapping on a muscle Justin never realized would feel so good, causing him to lose all control over his body. He screamed louder than he had ever remember screaming and grabbed onto Nick's shoulder's for support, cumming so hard he swore he was going to pass out completely. With each spurt of cum down his throat, Nick sucked harder, prolonging Justin's orgasm. As Justin was thrashing from the pleasure Nick was bringing him, he noticed that although Nick's fingers were still deep inside him, his other hand was jerking himself off frantically, nearing his own release. Nick still hadn't cum when Justin finally came down from the high Nick's mouth and hand had brought him so he reached out, stilling Nick's hand. "Nick? Stop.." He murmured, kissing the older man's mouth and tasting his cum there. He looked into Nick's eyes and saw confusion there. Chuckling he continued, "Let me do that for you. I want to touch you." Moaning, kissed Justin and then leaned back on his elbows, stretched out in front of Justin who's eyes were

		wide as saucers. He'd never seen anything sexier than Nick stretched out in front of him, completely naked and unbelievably hard. Justin swallowed nervously as he reached his hand down and took Nick into his hand, happy when he moaned in pleasure. Justin began to stroke Nick slowly, unable to believe just how good it felt to have Nick's cock in his hand. He knew what he himself enjoyed, figured that Nick couldn't be too different, so he started a rhythm that was firm yet erotically tortuous. When Nick couldn't take the pressure much longer, he brought his own hand down and covered Justin's hand, helping the younger man jerk him off. Their eyes were locked tightly on one another, so much being said without any words necessary. Justin could tell that Nick was almost there, and he tore his eyes from Nick's and looked down, biting his lip sensuously. "Jus... Fuck.. I'm cumming... Can't ...take ....any ...more...." With a long moan Nick came, his cum covering both their hands and his stomach. It took a few minutes for both men to regain their breath, their heart beats rapidly beating. Justin timidly raised his eyes to see Nick staring at him, his eyes twinkling and a smirk covering his mouth. "Ummm.." Justin had no idea what to say now. He wasn't entirely sure what the hell had happened, but he knew that whatever it was had just changed his entire life. He was caught offgaurd when Nick quickly moved forward and grabbed a firm hold onto the back of Justin's head, p ulling him close. Before Justin could react Nick's mouth was on his, tongue pressing against his lips and pushing it's way into Justin's mouth, playing with his own tongue. When Nick finally pulled away Justin was once again breathless, his brain completely empty of any thought other than the feel of Nick's mouth on his and the taste of his mouth. "I've fucking waited too long for that Timberlake. Who knew all it would take was for me to kick your ass at basketball." Justin trembled at the sound of Nick's voice, it was full of promise and sex. Without another word, Nick stood up and walked towards the other end of the locker room where his gear had been stashed. Justin sat there until he heard Nick call out "See ya inside Jus" and let out the breath he'd been holding. He quickly cleaned himself up and got dressed, stopping to check himself in the mirror noticing the huge smile on his face and the glow on his skin. A smile and glow no one else had ever been able to put there. "Maybe losing really isn't as bad as I thought." He said to himself as he walked out of the locker room. Finis