Title: Pretty Little Motherfucker

Author:Jules

Part:1/1

Pairing:Kevin/Justin

Rating: NC 17 (ish)

Feedback:Yes Please - mailto:slash_me_baby@yahoo.com

Warning:Bigroupal warning. Slash warning. Gratuitous use of the phrase 'pretty little motherfucker'. I think that is my new favourite word, motherfucker LOL. I just wish I had have been able to hear it coming from Justin's mouth!!!

Disclaimer:Although Justin DID say that, the rest is made up. I could only wish that this were true.

Okay, so he said it. He had actually, on the record, said that Kevin Richardson was a pretty little motherfucker. He wasn't sure if people were so shocked that he'd said the word motherfucker, or that he was saying it about Kevin Richardson. But none the less, people were shocked. He thinks that THAT part came out, just to cover the fact that he'd admitted that he'd actually smoked up before. Again, something that people were up in arms about.

The last time Justin checked, he was a 21 year old male. A 21 year old disgustingly, famously, rich male. Oh yeah, and the fact that he was sexy as hell didn't hurt him either. Not that he was cocky, okay, so he was cocky, just a little bit. Okay, a lot but still, he'd earned it and it wasn't something he could change so it was best to live with it and move on rather than dwell on things that he couldn't do anything about. So yeah, he admitted to smoking up with Nelly. The part that made him laugh, was that if they got all worked up about him smoking dope, they'd probably have cardiac arrest if they found out half of the other shit he'd done, banging Britney on an almost daily basis when they were in the same area code definitely one of them. But then again, that was for a VH1 Behind the Music, 20 years later. He had to save some of the good shit for later or they wouldn't come knocking on his door, wanting the 'real story' behind NSYNC.

Everyone had started freaking out before the magazine hit the stands. "You can't say that..." His publicist had screamed and Justin simply smiled and feigned innocence. "What? Motherfucker? I've read worse in that magazine before. Shit, I've SAID worse than that before."

"Not the WORD motherfucker. You can say that..."

"I can? Anytime I want? Like when Bop does another 'Are You Justin Timberlake's One True Love?' article can I say motherfucker?" Justin knew he was being an asshole, but they paid the woman more than enough to put up with him, so he figured he might as well get his money's worth.

"Yes.. Well no. Jesus Justin. At least TRY and understand what I'm saying here."

"I am trying. You said I can say motherfucker. I just want to know when I can say it! So I can avoid this conversation the next time around."

"That's not the problem, you saying that word. It's just you calling Kevin Richardson a pretty little motherfucker.."

Justin winced as she did the whole curled fingers in the quotation sign.

"...that we have a problem with. What were you thinking?" She asked, clearly exasperated, staring deep into his blue eyes.

Justin grinned, thinking deeply on his answer. "That Kevin Richardson is one pretty little motherfucker. THAT'S what I was thinking." With that, Justin walked out of the room, ignoring the gasps that followed. If they thought that was something to freak out about, it was perhaps a good thing he left when he did and didn't tell them what was on his mind at that moment.

But the problem was, and no one seemed to get this except for him, that Kevin WAS a pretty little motherfucker. He was even prettier than Lance and JC, and they were absofuckinglutely gorgeous. Justin wondered if he was allowed to say THAT in an interview. He figured not. But it was the truth. There was just something about the older man that Justin never could fully grasp. How one person could just be so pretty, so beautiful. He remembered the first time Nick had introduced him to Kevin. Justin had been 13 years old, Nick 14 and Kevin ....damn, 23. Ten years older than him and so fucking intimidating Justin was sure he was going to piss himself. Kevin's eyes barely registered on him and all Justin could think about was how green his eyes were. Almost like Lance's but not. It was the day Justin had his first erection.

It was eight years later and everything had changed. NSYNC was on hiatus, Backstreet was on hiatus, or had disbanded, no one was quite sure at this point, not even the Boys themselves and Justin and Nick had solo CDs on the charts. They were thrust in the spotlight and left to fend for themselves in interviews, unable to dodge questions they didn't want to answer. Where as before, if there was something that one didn't want to answer, someone else would just pick it up, saving them from embarrassing themselves. Justin figured that he'd end up getting himself in trouble at some point or another, he just didn't think it would be this much fun. Fucking with America's mind. Well more than they had already, which was plenty enough.

They thought he was being facetious. Arrogant. A stuck up prima donna, bitter about a feud that had been going for nearly a decade now. What they didn't know, was that Justin was being completely honest. He hadn't lied at all, those were his exact thoughts.

Kevin Richardson was a pretty little motherfucker.

It wasn't his fault they had no idea what he was talking about.

It was just a shame that America would never *really* know. Only he knew just how pretty Kevin could be on his knees, lips red and swollen from having sucked Justin's dick moments earlier. Only he would know what Kevin looked like, legs spread like a cheap whore, holding onto the headboard while Justin pounded into him relentlessly, fucking him like no one ever could. Or should. And only he would know how unbelievably sexy it was when Kevin begged and pleaded to be able to cum, whining that it hurt so much and could he please take off the cock ring now before he passed out and died of sexual frustration. It was times like that, when Kevin got really lippy that Justin would put Kevin over his knee, spanking him like the bad little boy that he was. To which Kevin would apologize and promise not to speak out again. Justin thought Kevin was especially pretty then, because with green eyes which radiated so beautifully when they were wet from tears, Kevin screamed an innocence that Justin thought was only reserved for angels. And that's what Kevin was to him, an angel.

So when he told FHM in that interview that Kevin was a pretty little motherfucker, he wasn't lying. But when asked to comment on why it was he made that claim, Justin could only smile and shake his head, asking to move onto the next question. He didn't figure that America was ready for that picture just quite yet.

Finis