Title:So They Say Author:Jules Part: 1/1 Pairing:TimberNick Rating:PG(this is more for humour than anything...) Feedback:Yes Please - mailto:slash_me_baby@yahoo.com Disclaimer:I am not saying that this is what *really* happened.. I'm just saying that ...well wouldn't it be funny if it was? It's entertainment folks. Fiction for your reading pleasure. No more, no less. So They Say by Jules Justin took the corner a little too wide, needing to grab onto the wall to keep from banging into the table on the other side of the hall. Nick would be pissed if he broke another piece of his furniture, as if he didn't still get shit for when they broke his favourite chair. That had apparently been HIS fault, the chair not able to handle their weight ...well that wasn't true exactly. It had no problem holding their weight, it was just what they were doing ON the chair that caused them to fall back, snapping it. Justin had found it funny where Nick was not as amused. It took a blow job and fucking Nick senseless for him to find the humour in the situation, but Justin still waited until Nick had fallen asleep to call the store that Nick had bought the chair originally from, ordering another to be delivered first thing the next morning. It wasn't as if they intended for things to get like this, so intense and playful, but they couldn't help it. Justin fought back a snort as he sprinted for the door that Nick had just slipped into, trying to shut it before he could get there. "You can't hide forever Nickolas!"He screamed, slamming directly into the door. Laughing, he opened it and rushed into the room, searching the parameter quickly. He was breathing hard from exertion, having chased Nick all the way up to his bedroom from the beach. It had started innocently enough, the two men taking a walk on the beach. Justin was flying out to Toronto in a couple of days to do promo stuff for Justified. He was scheduled to do a few radio interviews Tuesday as well as an hour long Live @ Much on Wednesday night. Actually, he was going a day early because Nelly was going to be in Toronto for a show at the Air Canada Centre on Monday, and as a surprise he was going to go up and kick it with him for the show. So thus, he would be flying out Monday afternoon. So knowing that they would have to be apart for an undetermined amount of time, both men had snuck away to Nick's house to enjoy a few days of solitude before the craziness started again. During their walk on the beach, the men had been teasing one another which resulted in a mock wrestling match on the sand. Nick had pinned Justin down and filled his shirt and shorts with sand, laughing at the shocked expression on the younger man's face. When he had successfully thrown Justin off, Nick jumped up and made a run for the house, not realizing that Justin was only a few feet behind him. Nick scrambled to get away from Justin and into safety, where Justin scrambled to catch Nick and make him pay for the sand down his shorts. It wasn't anything uncommon for the two of them, this type of rough housing natural for their relationship. In their professional lives, they had to be mature. Adults. What the media and fans wanted them to be. So when they were alone, that was when they were able to be who they really were, who they wanted to be. They could be kids again, goofing around and playing stupid tricks on each other. They could act like teenage boys and do everything that their PR forbade them to do. Neither man was really sure how they became so close, but they were both thankful that it had happened. Nick thought that it started at some party, where he was bored and wanting nothing more than to skip out to do anything else. He'd hid himself in a dark corner, trying to avoid attention. It was there that Justin had found him, seeking the same solace. That night, a friendship was borne that no one would have suspected. And from there, they confided in each other, everything they couldn't tell anyone else. How sometimes they hated the fame, the stardom because it wasn't who they *really* were. How sometimes they even hated the sound of their own name because it was all that they heard, screamed constantly, followed by tears of hysteria. How even though they brought countless girls back to their hotel room, taking advantage of their name and status, it wasn't what they really wanted. Wasn't what *really* turned them on. Nick was the first to admit that to Justin, one night in a nameless hotel in the middle of nowhere. He had shyly informed Justin that he thought he might be gay and if Justin didn't feel comfortable with that... Well that was as far as Nick got before he found himself engulfed in Justin's thin, muscular arms. "I understand Nicky. Me too."And from there, they realized just how close their bond was. What type of conection that the two of them had. And now, as Justin was trying to see where Nick could have disappeared to, the only thing on his mind was throwing the older man down on the bed and ravishing him. Teasing him until those pouty red lips were

		begging for release. And only then would he think about giving Nick that release, loving how much he could make Nick squirm. Out of the corner of his eye, Justin saw movement and spun around, seeing Nick bolt for the door. "ARGH". Justin screamed, lunging for his lover, resulting in a high pitch giggle that could have possibly passed for a squeal, from Nick. Both men were laughing hysterically as Nick ran out the door, Justin hot on his heels. "You are so gonna pay Carter."Justin threatened, chasing after the blonde. "Gotta catch me first Justy."Nick squealed, looking back for a fraction of a second to see how much of a lead he had. He loved it when they were these types of moods. It made for excellent foreplay, the sex that much more charged when they finally got to that point. He was at a crucial point in the chase. They'd made it down the stairs and he had one of three routes to take. He could go through the kitchen to the backyard, go through the living room to another wing of the house or out the front door and down the drive. Opting for the living room, Nick sprinted through the spacious room, dodging their mess from the night before. There was clothes and game consoles strewn across the floor, Nick managing to avoid them entirely. What he didn't anticipate was Justin coming at him from a different angle, hopping over the couch to tackle him to the ground. Justin used an ottoman to propel himself over the couch, tackling Nick to the ground. What he hadn't anticipated was the small footstool sliding out from under him, throwing his balance off. As he tackled Nick, Justin felt them land awkwardly and a shooting pain blast through his entire leg, starting with his ankle. Nick let out a loud grunt, taking the brunt of their fall while Justin screamed in pain, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. "Oh shit babe. Didn't see that one coming,"Nick giggled, laying his head back on the carpeted floor, trying to catch his breath. He could vaguely feel Justin trembling on top of him and assumed that it was just him laughing. They lay there for a few minutes until the blood stopped pumping so loudly in his ears and he could hear the moans coming from his lover. "Shit... fuck."Justin couldn't feel anything except for the excruciating pain in his foot. Actually, the whole leg to be exact. The pain in Justin's voice broke Nick from the daze he was in. The adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and he moved to sit up, stopping at the yelp that resulted. "J? You okay babe?"Looking down, Nick could now see how pale the younger man was, the immense pain that was in his eyes. It was then that he saw just how not okay Justin was. "No. Fuck... it fucking hurts Nicky."Justin was whining and he raised his eyes to meet his lover's. They broke their stare and looked down at Justin's ankle, seeing it already turning a sickly purplish black. The bruise was already setting in and it was swollen to twice it's natural size. "FUCK."Nick moved as gently as he could to untangle himself from underneath Justin. As soon as he was free, he picked the younger man up and set him on the couch, kneeling beside him. "It's broken. Shit.. you fucking broke your ankle."Blue eyes met blue and they simply gasped at the sight of Justin's now broken ankle. Before Justin could say anything Nick continued. "I'm so sorry baby. This is all my fault." Through clenched teeth, Justin managed to speak, "no Nick. It's my fault. I shouldn't have tried to clear the couch."When he tried to move his leg another sharp jolt of pain flowed through his leg, causing him to cry out again. "We need to take you to the hospital. You're going to need a cast..." By the time the two men made it to the emergency room at the hospital, Justin's PR team was already waiting for them there. A section had been blocked off so they could get in and out of the hospital without calling any attention to themselves. The last thing either man needed was rumours that they'd been spotted at Tampa General Hospital together, Justin with a broken ankle and Nick with a huge freaking bruise not only on his cheek, but on his legs and arm as well. Apparently they both came out of the wrestling match with marks. "What did we tell you about being careful Justin?"One of the suits barked, arms crossed over his chest. Justin and Nick rolled their eyes, knowing that they were going to get the third degree over this. At this point, they were used to all the lectures and reminders, it all becoming background noise. Just one more thing for them to ignore. "I don't know. I guess I wasn't listening that day in class."Justin stifled a giggle as Nick shot him a warning glance. He could see that Nick was still shaken by the whole ordeal, neither expecting such a violent end to their playing. "We'll talk about this more later once you're finished here."With that, they were left alone to wait for the cast to harden. Nick crawled up on the hospital gurney beside Justin, curling as best he could around his good

		side. "I'm sorry Jus."Nick's voice was soft, his eyes wide with emotion. Justin simply smiled, running his fingers through Nick's hair. "Don't be. I think you did this on purpose. Made me sprint through the door, jump on the ottoman, have it slide out from under me, put that couch in the way and made the floor so hard that my ankle broke. I don't know how you managed to setit all up that way, but I think..." "Fuck you."Nick pretended to pout, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Don't tease me." "Then don't be so fucking stupid. This wasn't your fault. I should have known better. I shouldn't have tried to be fucking superman." "That's Joey's job." Both men giggled, sharing a tender kiss. "I think that you like this though..." "Like what?" "Me. With a broken ankle. Bed ridden for at least a couple of weeks. Can't do much while it heals ...so you'll have me totally to yourself. Able to do whatever you want with me, whenever you want because I can't defend myself."Justin's eyes clouded over with lust, turning to a stormy blue. "Now that you mention it..."Their lips met in another kiss, Nick's tongue darting out to lick at Justin's mouth. Lost in Nick's kiss, Justin forgot about his leg and tried to roll over, feeling a jolt of pain run through his leg. "Fuck... oooo www.."with that, they pulled away quickly, looking down at the cast between them. Before more could be said or done, the doors opened again and the suits re entered the small room. "So. You want to tell me what you were doing?" "Not particularly."Nick replied, hiding a smug smile. He knew they didn't want to hear the real reason Justin was sitting there with a broken leg. "Well, seeing that Justin now has to cancel all his Canadian appearances, back out of Much Music who has been promoting his Live @ Much like crazy for the past 2 weeks, costing them and us quite a lot of money. Not to mention the UK dates as well as appearances in France... you might want to share with us WHY he has to do this." "Nick put sand down my shorts."Justin said simply, giggling at the memory. The looks on the PR officials' faces was priceless and Nick wished he had have had a camera. "Excuse me?" "Nick put sand down my shorts. I chased him and we were running through his house. I jumped over the couch but the foot stool slipped out from under me and when we landed, I broke my ankle." "And you were doing this because?" Nick smirked before answering. "Foreplay. We were leading up to hours of passionate, steamy, hot and dirty sex. We like to play around before we fuck ...gets the blood pumping."He felt Justin shaking beside him, knowing that the younger man was holding in his laughter. The expressions on the suits' faces was priceless, but Nick continued keeping a straight face. When they didn't reply he simply said "I said we didn't want to share. You had to know. We were getting ready to fuck. What more do you need to know?" They could see the vein in the suits' necks throbbing as they exchanged glances with one another. Finally, one in the back spoke up. "He was rehearsing for upcoming television performances. He tried to do a spin or something and tripped, breaking his ankle." They all nodded and Justin and Nick giggled. "Anything funny Mr. Timberlake? Mr. Carter?" They simply shook their heads, stifling a few more giggles. Once the statement was written and verified, they informed Justin that as soon as possible, calls had to be made to explain the incident. Time was of the utmost importance. Pretty soon, Nick and Justin were left alone, finally able to release the laughter that was building. "You broke it in rehearsal?"Both men knew that no one would believe that. It was too easy, too cut and dry. Justin nodded, his face serious. "So they said."Gently, their mouths met in a steamy kiss, taking both of their breath away. When they pulled away, Justin could see the gleam in Nick's eyes. "What about the sand in your shorts?"

		Justin broke into laughter. "They didn't say anything about sand." "I guess that can be our little secret then." Finis