Title:Next Best Thing Author:Jules - mailto:goddess_julie@just-in-dreams.com Part:1/1 Pairing:TimberNick Rating:NC 17 Disclaimer:This is fiction for entertainment purposes. Not sayin it happened so chill yo! Warning:Slash warning. Bigroupal warning Notes:This is in response to the TimberNick slash challenge for this week. We had to use "three feet of snow" in the story. Next Best Thing by Jules Nick was pissed off beyond belief. Not only did they have to postpone a few of his shows due to "bad weather", but he was stuck in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. Alone. With nothing to do. Had the weather held up for just a few more days, he would have at least been able to make it to New York, where his lover currently was. Where he wanted to be. Justin was doing some promotional shit for the Grammy's in the big apple and Nick was supposed to sneak in and see him. It had been weeks since the two of them had seen each other, their schedules opposite from the other, and they had a lot of missed time to make up for. Not to mention having to spend Valentine's Day apart. Nick kicked the wall in frustration as he paced the room, wondering how long before he officially went insane. He was certain he was almost there. Insane. Nick closed his eyes and wondered what Justin was doing at that exact minute. The shrill sound of his phone ringing broke him from his day dreaming. "You're not coming?" Justin sounded disappointed and Nick's heart broke even more. "Snowed in J. No flights out or in. Roads are blocked. I'm in hell." Justin could only laugh at Nick's dramatics. "No snow in hell man. Too hot." "No man. There is snow in my hell and it's trapping me here in this shit town. Come and save me." Nick had perfected the whine. He was a master at it, it was just a shame that Justin was immune to it. And the fact that if Nick couldn't get out of the town, then no one could get into it didn't exactly register with him. All he wanted was his lover in arms reach. "No can do babe. Outside my door right now, no joke, there is at least three feet of snow." "I've got you beat J, I think we're up to five feet." Nick sighed, picking at the comforter on his too big, too lonely hotel bed. "If you loved me you'd come." It was a last ditch effort that Nick was almost embarrassed that he'd used. Almost, he was desperate. Justin let out a soft giggle at the childish tone in his boyfriend's voice. "Awww baby. I do love you, that's why I phoned. I'm passing up choice partying with hot chicks and dudes to call you If that's not love..." "Don't do me any favours." Nick's tone was sarcastic but there was a smile on his face. He did understand that Justin couldn't possibly get to him, but it didn't mean he had to like it. They stayed silent for a few minutes. Justin spoke first. "You done?" "Done what?" "Being a baby. Sulking." Nick thought for a few minutes. "No." "Christ Nick, you're such a child." Nick could hear the hitch in Justin's breathing, he grinned.

		"Oh yeah? A child? A naughty child? A bad bad boy?" The conversation took a sudden turn, the air between them thick with desire. "What are you saying Nickolas? That you've been bad? Are you a bad boy that needs to be punished?" "Maybe!" "What did you do Nickolas? Tell me!" Nick's eyes fluttered shut and he let out a low, breathy moan. "I'm not wearing underwear Justin. Haven't all week. And when I was on stage, I kept rubbing myself ..pulling my pants down to show the girls that I'd gone commando. Made them all cream in their panties for me." This time it was Justin who moaned. "What else Nicky, tell me what else you've been doing." "This morning ...I woke up so hard. So fucking hard J it hurt. Laid on my bed, ordered porn and jerked off.. but I wasn't naked." Justin stopped, wondering what Nick was getting at. "You ...what?" Nick gave a naughty giggle and let his hand slide down his stomach into his jogging pants. "Nah, I was wearing YOUR tee shirt. Your favourite one that you gave me for luck. It still smells like you, so I put it on and jerked off. Thinking about you." Justin didn't even try to hide the growl that came from deep within. If he couldn't be there with Nick in person, this was going to have to be the next best thing. "Oh Nicky baby, you're killin me here yo. Getting me so fucking hard." "I am?" Nick asked with false innocence. "You know you are baby. Just thinking about you jerking off in my shirt... wishing I coulda been there." "What would you have done J? What would you do while I was jerking off for you?" Justin licked his lips and closed his eyes. His hands mirrored his words. "I would have played with my nipples baby. Watched you play with yourself, that big, beautiful cock. God I miss your cock." Nick whimpered in response, "it misses you too sweetie. Misses that hot mouth and tight ass so god damned much." "One I finished with my nipples .... Nicky? Are you touching yourself now? I want you to jack off for me." Nick moved the phone down to his groin so that Justin could hear that sound of his fist pumping his cock. Soft slapping sounds were audible and Justin gave a whimper and moan. "Does that answer your question?" "Yeah Nicky .... so while you pull it, I'd slowly finger myself." Justin's knees involuntarily pulled to his chest and once he'd wet his fingers, he slowly danced them over and around his pucker. "J, slip em in. Don't just touch it, fuck yourself with them. Right to the knuckle." It was as if they knew each other's every movement without having to be told. The grunt that followed told Nick that Justin had done as he instructed. For the next few minutes, Nick worked himself furiously while Justin did the same. The occasional moan, grunt or whimper would result only making them go harder and faster. "Nicky ...tell me you love me. Tell me how hot this is making you." "Love you baby. Love you so fucking much. I am hot baby, listening to you fuck yourself, picturing your fingers in your ass. God you make my cock throb..." "Need something bigger Nicky, so tight." Justin mewled as his body began to tremble. "Get the green dildo J, it's in the black case. Fuck yourself with it like it was me." Justin didn't want to stop what he was doing, but needed something ...anything that would fill him better than his own fingers. The green dildo was perfect. "Yeah.. I'm gonna get Gene." Nick giggled at their nickname for it. The green dildo was Justin's toy and it was named Gene, representing Nick. It was his middle name and favourite colour. Nick's dildo was black and named Randy, for Justin's

		favourite colour and his middle name which was Randall. Someone had told them one day that they weren't normal, that they were a little odd, but they relished their uniqueness, not thinking too much about it. Within moments, Justin was back and sprawled on his back with Gene in hand. "I'm back baby, want you to fuck me now." "On your hands and knees J. I want you from the back so I can see that pretty little ass of yours." Both men were in place, Justin giving Nick the signal. Nick's first command was to thrust in hard and fast, he needed his release. Justin screamed at the feeling of the large green toy shoved forcefully in his ass, skimming his prostate in the process. It was hard. Fast. Furious. Desperate. Nick pumped his shaft with wild abandon as Justin rode Gene at Nick's instruction. It didn't take long for both to feel warning bells go off. "Cumming baby. Oh god I'm cumming." "Do it Nick. Cum for me. Let me hear it." All it took was a gentle squeeze of his balls and Nick's eyes slammed shut, his toes curling. Nick was cumming in long, violent spasms and he could barely form a single thought let alone words. Justin could visualize Nick's face as he came, the look of his cock spewing thick ropes of juice onto his stomach. He angle the dildo just right so that it reached deeper than before, slamming against his prostate. That was all it took for him to submit to his orgasm as well, his release hitting him full force. Both men were silent for quite some time afterwards, the only sounds that of their laboured breathing. "Have I told you how much I love you?" Nick asked, stretching and yawning. "Mmmmm-hmmmm!" "How much I miss you?" "Mmmmm-hmmmm!" "Good, cuz I do." "Me too Nicky, me too." "I'll see you soon sweetie." When the weather gets better?" The last sentence was phrased as more of a question than anything. Justin grinned, curling up with Nick's pillow that he'd stolen. Nick wanted Justin's tee shirt to stay close to him, he wanted Nick's pillow. "The second I can get to you, I'm there." "Good. I can't wait baby." "Me either." Finis