Title:Running Late

Author:Jules - mailto:goddess_julie@just-in-dreams.com

Pairing:TimberNick

Part: 1/1

Rating:PG 13 (For language)

Disclaimer:Fiction for the entertainment of others. While the pictures do exist, and the boys themselves exist, the events of which I am speaking did not take place.

Warning:Slash warning. Bigroupal warning

Notes:This is an idea taken from 2 pictures that Kris sent out on TimberNick Slash. I saw that they are wearing the same shirt and the story just practically wrote itself (just took me a while to get it down). The boys are just being so sloppy LOL. And I don't know when either picture was taken, so just let your mind go and work with me here LOL. And yes, I realize that Justin's says LIVE on it, so it is probably from a live broadcast, but again with the suspending willing suspicion of disbelief. I am so not the Queen of accuracy!!!

Thanks:To Kris for the pics. To the Kinky Chicks for putting up with my bitching and complaining on a CONSTANT basis, and to everyone who is waiting so patiently for my muses to wake the hell up. ~~~~~~~~~~
Running Late
by Jules

Justin stretched out, fighting the last bits of sleep from his subconscious. There was a warm body pressing against him and he couldn't help but grin into his pillow, the memories of the night before flooding back with a vengeance. He wondered silently if he'd done something good to deserve his life. He was thankful for everything that had happened the night before, fate being on their side for once. Even this morning, being able to wake up with his lover. He was lost in the sensations of the feel of Nick's mouth on his, their overheated bodies grinding sinuously together. Not to mention the thrill of an orgasm that was not only blinding, but more powerful than anything he had ever experienced before. Justin was doing flips and somersaults just remembering it.

They were finally in the same place at the same time. Las Vegas. Granted, Nick had a photo shoot and Justin was working, but it didn't matter. They were together. In the same city at the same time able to connect with each other. When Justin had returned to his hotel the night before, Nick had been waiting for him. There had been a romantic dinner which Nick had insisted they eat. Justin's suggestion was, 'fuck dinner, let's screw'. All Nick had done was laugh and sit down at the table.

"Go ahead, but I'm eating. I haven't eaten all day."

Justin stood wide eyed for about five minutes before giving in and joining his boyfriend. It was a rare night that Nick didn't want to jump right into bed. Especially after not seeing each other for weeks. So Justin didn't complain. Dinner, he could do. They ate, enjoying a comfortable conversation, discussing their respective days.

"And he was all over you? Molesting you and shit?" Justin's eyes narrowed and he lowered his fork.

Nick chuckled at Justin's jealousy. "Yeah, it was pretty funny actually. Even his assistant was laughing at him." He watched Justin shake his head and take another bite of his meal.

"Fucking asshole. Who is he? I'll kick his mother fucking queer ass..." Nick put his fork down and wiped his mouth with his napkin, still laughing. Justin glared at him accusingly. "What's so god damned funny?"

"You. All jealous. J, baby, don't worry about it. He was harmless."

Justin's snarl turned into a pout, his eyes softening. "I'm sorry babe. It's just that you're so fucking beautiful and I can't help it if I'm a bit protective. I hate it when people think that you're public property and treat you like a piece of meat. Like their piece of meat." Nick stood up, pulling Justin to his feet to join him. Capturing the younger man's lips with his teeth, Nick tried to ease all of his fears. Justin moaned, falling into Nick's embrace, fully participating in the kiss. His hands went to Nick's throat, fingering the material of the collar on the shirt he was wearing. "I can't blame him though Nicky. You are so damn hot today. This shirt makes you look so fucking sexy." Justin growled as he nipped at the skin on Nick's throat and Nick. "Shouldn't you have given it back though?"

Nick giggled. "I tried, but he said that it looked so good on me that I could keep it. No one else would be able to wear it and look this hot..."

Justin paused and looked into Nick's eyes as if to question him. Nick nodded and they both burst into laugher. Their mouths once again met as they clung to one another almost desperately. Justin whimpered as Nick's tongue licked everywhere it could reach, his hands roaming Justin's body erotically.

"J.... baby..... let me show you how much I've missed you... been so long.."

Justin's reply was to pull Nick towards the bed, blue eyes holding a million promises "Please Nicky.."

No more words were shared as they silently undressed each other, mapping the differences since the last time they were together. Each took time to remember how goods things were and new memories were being made to last until the next time. It was Nick who moved everything to the next level, spreading his legs open in a silent invitation. Justin nodded, kissing Nick one last time before starting preparations. It didn't take long before Nick was writhing and moaning, begging for Justin to continue. He needed more than the pleasure the three fingers were providing. He needed to feel his lover. All of him.

They took all the time in the world, passionately loving one another until neither could hold on. Justin was the first to reach his peak, watching through lidded eyes as Nick grabbed onto his own erection, pumping his shaft with just enough pressure to being himself to orgasm. The air was filled with cries of passion and love, neither man silenced in their pleasure.

It wasn't until their breathing had returned to normal and the sweat coating their skin evaporated that Justin spoke. "So, what's up for tomorrow?"

"I roll out at noon. Gotta be in LA." Nick kissed Justin sweetly before curling up around the younger man's body. "You?"

"In the studio at 9." Justin felt sleep taking him as Nick's breathing evened out as well.

And here he was, waking up with the only person he loved more than life. Nick's voice broke him out of his daze. "I thought you had to be at the studio for 9."

"I do." Justin stretched, kissing Nick's shoulder.

"You're gonna be late." Nick hadn't moved, just opened his eyes slightly. enough to see the clock on the night stand that Justin always brought with him. He felt the younger man sit up quickly, jostling the bed.

"HUH?"

"It's ten to nine baby. You're late. As per usual." Nick yawned and closed his eyes once again. HE still had a few hours left before having to get up. He felt Justin jump out of bed cursing.

"FUCK. What the fuck happened to my wake up call?" As if on cue, the phone rang. It was his wake up call.

"Baby? Did you tell them 8 or 9?" Nick waited for the answer, knowing it already.

"Shit," Justin's voice was starting to get that whine to it. "Fuck off Carter." Justin could hear Nick's muffled laughter as the lump on the bed shook. He dressed quickly, phoning the studio in the mean time. He informed them that he would be there as soon as possible. By ten after nine he was ready to go. "Love you baby, see you in a few days I hope."

Nick's head popped out from under the blankets and the two men shared a lengthy good bye kiss. "Bye J, love you too sweetie." Justin was gone before Nick had opened his eyes.

***One Month Later***

Justin arrived at Lance's to find him siting by the pool with Chris, both men laughing at something on Lance's laptop. "Hey guys, what's so funny?"

Upon seeing him, his two best friends began to laugh harder. Neither answered him but continued on in their own conversation as if he wasn't there. "Okay, so photo shoot was on May 14th right?" Lance let out a deep chuckle.

"And it says that the pic from the studio was from May 15th..." Chris cackled, rubbing his hands together mischievously. Justin felt his cheeks flame up, his stomach lurch and his skin tingle. He had been in the studio on May 15th, meaning Nick's photo shoot would have been on the 14th. What were they talking about, he wondered. At the same time, Lance and Chris looked up at him and then at each other, resulting in a fresh round of hysterics. Chris patted Lance on the shoulder. "Write something. REPLY!"

Lance paused for a few moments, before going to work on the keyboard. "What the fuck?" Justin repeated, moving behind Chris and Lance to see what they were doing. He saw clearly what Lance was typing.

TO: timbernick_slash@yahoogroups.com
FROM: slashwhores@yahoo.com
SUBJECT: Same Shirt!

You're so right girl! There HAS to be something going on between them!! What are the odds that they both have the exact same shirt and are wearing them a day apart???? I wonder which one borrowed it from the other? He probably got dressed in a hurry and didn't notice!! LMAO

It's hard to say which looks hotter in it. Personally, I would love to tear it off of both of them, with my teeth. Or just watch them tear it off of each other. I'm sure they wouldn't mind the audience, they seem the type to be freaky like that...

Justin gasped as Lance and Chris high fived each other. The e-mail address he was sending it to was one of those yahoo groups. Judging from the name of it, it was one dedicated to him and Nick being together. And he'd listened to Lance talk about their online fans enough times to know what slash was. He tried to ignore the creepy feeling knowing that two of his friends were on fan fiction lists dedicated to him and his boyfriend.

"What is going on?" He asked one more time, trying not to appear to be as embarrassed as he was. Lance smiled and clicked his mouse, bringing two pictures up on the screen. One was of him, the other of Nick. Both wearing the same shirt. It was the shirt from the photo shoot, the one that the photographer had given Nick. He thought back to that morning. He'd gotten dressed in a rush and hadn't noticed what he had put on, and then they were so busy at the studio his clothes hadn't even registered with him. He could remember them taking pictures and video footage of him mixing a few new songs, not even thinking of the fact that just the day before, Nick had worn that exact same shirt in a photo shoot that would be printed in a high volume magazine. He could only grin sheepishly. He'd done much stupider things in the past and would probably do more in the future. "I was running late. Wasn't paying attention to what I was putting on and it was the closest thing on the floor."

Both of his friends brought into uproarious laughter. Justin only blushed a deeper shade of red. "I knew it!" Chris slapped him on the shoulder, shaking his head.

"Oh fuck." A thought just dawned on him. "How am I going to explain this to Nick?"

Lance only shrugged. "Justin? Where do you think that the list GOT the pictures?!?!?!?"

As laughter ran loud in his ears, Justin got the sinking feeling that it would be a long time before he lived this one down.

Finis