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Title: The Woman In You
Author: Jules
Part: 1/1
Pairing: TimberNick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction for entertainment purposes. No truths involved.
Warning: Bigroupal warning. Slash warning. Kink (cross dressing) warning.
Notes: Okay, so I think I officially have a cross dressing fetish. I find it absolutely hot, especially with these two. That they would be comfortable enough together to be their kinky selves. Based on Nick's song Miss America. I know he didn't write it, but yo.. work with me here. In this story he did.
Dedication: To Kat and Danielle who on Saturday night prompted me to write this. I've been kicking it around in my head since Now Or Never came out and you ladies inspired me to write this. Danielle. I recall a promise made if I wrote this... *evil grin*
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The Woman In You
by Jules

"Nick, this song is .... ummm, wow." Nick's lips curled into a coy grin, he was careful as to not give away more than he wanted to. True, the song had been surprisingly different from what they were expecting from him, but in all honesty, no one had been more surprised than he himself. Or the person he'd written it for.

To.

About.

Of course, some of the details had been ...altered so as to fit in mainstream radio, but they both knew exactly what the *real* meaning of the song had been centred around and that was all that mattered.

"What's it called?"

"I haven't decided yet." Nick tinkered around on the guitar a little, trying to perfect the beat for the song. He'd written the lyrics in bed while Justin slept, the atmospheric residue of the night still covering him like a blanket. The scent of sex had still been lingering in the air and Nick's body was still tingling from his release. He hadn't even had to work at it, the words flowing from his pen. His mind was whirring non stop with inspiration. He wasn't a songwriter. He wasn't good with words and 99 percent of the time left it up to those who could elegantly say what needed to be said. Nick's way had always been through action, or through art, but as he'd sat in bed, the moonlight splashing on Justin's skin through the open window, Nick wondered if he'd just never been inspired enough until that night.

Well he had definitely been adequately inspired. Nick closed his eyes and let the words flow through his brain, a few chords played before he stopped and wrote them down before continuing. A memory flashed before his eyes, or more so, it could have been described as a sparkle of light reflected from glass and he grinned. "Miss America. It's called Miss America."

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**A Few Weeks Earlier**

A beautiful vision comes my way
I watch her hips swing when she walks
She leaves me speechless when she talks...

It was JC's turn to pick the movies. Everyone had groaned and Nick slapped his lover upside the head. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me it was his turn, Justin?" The man in question pouted like only he could, flashing his wounded little boy eyes.

"Would you have come if I'd have told you?"

Nick laughed, "uhhh, NO! Do you remember the last few movies he picked?"

Justin closed his eyes and nodded, as if the answer was painfully obvious and Nick just wasn't getting it. "And that's exactly why I didn't tell you."

Everyone was in hysterics as JC sat on the floor in front of the TV with two DVDs in his hands. "You do realize that I'm still here in the room right? That I can fucking HEAR you talking about me!"

The laughter paused for barely two seconds and Chris was the first to get it going again. "Yet, you still pick out the same shitty movies, knowing we're going to hate them."

"Yeah dude.. subtitles? God Jayce, you should feel honoured that we still even let you pick." Joey shrugged from his spot on the chair as JC turned to look at him. When he turned to Lance he only got a nod in agreement. There was friendly bantering going on for a few more minutes as everyone got settled in.

"So, tell us what we're in for tonight Josh." Nick cuddled in behind Justin on the couch, pulling the younger man into the vee of his legs against his chest. It wasn't often that he got to spend time with his lover, especially lately since they were both working on their own solo projects along side finishing up group loose ends. It was a ritual for the guys of NSYNC to have get togethers where they would just chill out and relax with each other. Every few weeks, no matter where they all were, someone would plan a boys night in and they would all arrange to be there for the festivities. On tour it was easier, since they were all in the same place, but even when they weren't, no matter what else was going on, plans were cleared for the boys' bonding sessions. And since Nick had started dating Justin a year earlier, he too had been invited to their events.

JC grinned and held up the movies in his hand. "I've got Pricilla Queen of the Desert, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and ...." JC rooted around in his bag for one more. "...oooh, and To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar."

The five men burst into hysterics, leaving JC silent.

"Theme much?" Joey cackled, popping a few chips in his mouth. Nick felt Justin tense for a few seconds before shivering and relaxing back into his arms.

"You okay babe?" Nick asked, slightly concerned. When Justin turned his head around to face him, Nick placed a feather light kiss to his temple.

"Yeah, just a chill."

No more was said as JC slipped the first DVD into the player. Pricilla was first up on the bill.

The men were old. And not attractive. Nick secretly loved this movie, but he wasn't about to admit defeat and encourage JC because god knew the man didn't need encouragement. As the movie played, his mind wandered. He went around the room.

Chris in drag? Nick shuddered.

Joey? Ummm. NO!

Lance? Now, there was a time when Nick would have said 'hell yeah', but not anymore. Now, Lance was all muscle, and buff and pure sexiness. Justin knew how much Nick wanted his bandmate, not for keeps though, just for a fuck. Or twenty. And he couldn't be angry because he too wanted to take Lance for a test run.

JC? Nick felt his groin tighten. JC was feminine and delicate enough to pull it off, and look fucking fantastic. Yeah, Nick could handle JC as a chick.

And finally there was Justin. A low whimper escaped his throat, loud enough for the whole room to hear. "Hey, no sex under that blanket," Chris warned, mock serious as he turned his attention to them. Justin grinned a devilish smile.

"Can we have sex ON it?"

"No sex." Chris was adamant.

"Ever? Or just now? Because I don't know if I could agree to no sex ever." Nick giggled, joining in on the teasing.

"In my house." Chris didn't miss the way both of their eyes twinkled something mischievous, his own eyes narrowing in suspicion. Justin and Nick just looked at one another, something passing between them. Surprisingly it was Lance who spoke next.

"Uhhh, dude. Too late for that." Everyone except Chris broke into laughter.

"What?" It wasn't like Chris really cared, it was just the principle now.

"The night they first got together. You were throwing that house warming party." Lance gave Justin and Nick a quick smile and wink. They both blushed. They had thought they'd been so careful. Discreet. Not obvious as to why they'd slipped out of the party so early. Apparently not.

"You two had sex in my house before I did?"

"Oh Christopher," Justin started, "we didn't fuck IN the house. Nick blew me in the bathroom and THEN we went down to the pool house and he fucked me."

"Twice."

"Twice."

Chris looked at Nick who only smiled at him sweetly. Joey was watching in amusement while JC was still glued to the screen.

Justin had a question. "Does it still count as you fucking me if it's me doing all the work? I mean, yeah, your dick was inside me, but I was the one riding you. So technically, then you fucked me once, and I fucked you once."

Nick shook his head. "Nah, I was inside. I fucked you twice." They looked at Lance for the deciding vote. He'd know the technicalities of it. He always knew the intricate details of any type of interaction or deal, even sex.

"Good question." Lance looked stumped. "I don't know, it could go either way. Like, Justin was doing the fucking, but at the same time, he was being fucked."

"But what would YOU say in this situation. If you were me, were you fucked? Or fuck-ing?" Justin was genuinely curious now.

Lance's gaze fell on Nick and he licked his lips sensuously. "Honestly J, if I were you, I wouldn't really give a shit. You've got one of the hottest men on the planet with his dick inside you. Who the hell would be thinking about technicalities at a time like that?"

Everyone answered at the same time. "You probably." Lance could only laugh in agreement while Nick's cheeks turned a rosy pink in embarrassment.

"You guys said you waited forever to have sex.. " It was as if something were suddenly occurring to Joey and he spoke up.

"Yeah?" Justin asked, lacing his fingers with Nick's where their hands were resting on his naval.

"But you slept together that first night... ? The fuck?"

"We did wait forever Joe. I'm 22. We slept together when I was 21. I've wanted him since I was like 12 man. Nine fucking years is forever enough for me."

"Yeah it is." Nick threw in, pulling Justin's mouth in for a passionate, erotic kiss. Their tongues moved from mouth to mouth, as their kiss continued. Nick's fingers danced down Justin's chest, as they reached his groin, the room erupted in noise.

"Enough of that.. God guys."

"Go for it. Squeeze it Nicky."

"My eyes. My eyes are burning!!!"

"Get a room."

They broke apart giggling, Nick's hand remaining on Justin's erection and stroking. "What do you say baby, you wanna get a room?"

Justin growled, nibbling on Nick's lower lip. "Go for it, squeeze it Nicky."

Nick's eyes flickered over the room at the four men watching them without shame. His attention focused on the TV where a man was on stage performing as a woman. He could still taste Justin on his lips and feel how hard he was under his hand. His mind was made up. Their eyes locked and without words, the stood up together. Justin's hand slid into Nick's and they moved towards the stairs leading to the guest bedrooms. Just as they were about to go up the stairs, Justin turned around. "Enjoy the rest of the movies, boys." They weren't to be expected to surface until late the next day.

~~~~~~~

Take it off take it off
Let's get it on get it on
Light a fire so sweet
Make the man within me
Desire the woman in you

Justin found himself thinking about the movie night constantly. No matter what he was doing, it was always there in the back of his mind, the picture clear and the voices loud.

"Do you have it in baby blue?" Justin asked, fingering the material. With much regret, they did not.

"I'm sorry Mr. Timberlake. In this size, there is only red and black available." She looked almost embarrassed. He thought about it for a few minutes.

"I'll take them both."

The sales woman's eyes nearly bugged out. "Mr. Timberlake. Are you certain? Each dress is..."

"I know the price, I can read." Justin spoke with a hint of annoyance. "I will take them both." He turned around to look at the other contents of the store. "Do you have shoes to match these dresses?"

"Of course we do. What size are you looking for?"

"Thirteen." Justin didn't flinch at the expression on the woman's face. Instead he said, "big feet."

"I guess so."

Minutes later, she was back with two boxes, both exactly what he needed. They were perfect.

In no time he was driving away towards his next destination, purchases tucked safely in the trunk, his plan underway.

~~~~~~~

Miss America
Yes that's what you are
All my dreams they come true
When you do what you do
I just gotta get next to you
Miss America
Take me where you are
In the land of the free
Make a prisoner of me
Close my eyes and you're all that I see

Nick's cell phone rang, disturbing him from the groove he was in. They were working on songs for the CD and he'd been informed that it would look better for him if he'd had more of a hand in his writing. By the ring tone, he knew who it was. "J? What's up?"

"Red or black?"

"Huh?"

"Which would you prefer? Red or black?"

Nick was confused. Justin knew how busy he was and he didn't have time for this shit. "Does it matter?"

"Yes."

It appeared Justin wasn't going to expand on what he was talking about. "Fine." Nick pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. "Red."

"Good choice. What time will you be home?"

"Not 'til late. Maybe 11ish."

"Call me when you're leaving." That would give Justin an hour, plenty of time to do what he needed to do.

It was nearly 10:30 when his phone rang. Nick was just leaving and would be there by 11:30. Midnight at the latest. Justin would be ready for him when he arrived.

Nick was exhausted, drained and missing Justin something fierce when he finally made it home. It was worse than when they were on tour, because at least then they didn't have to sleep in the same bed as the other. They were so close but so far away, most nights both men too tired to do more than curl up and fall asleep. Walking into his house, Nick realized immediately that something was up. Music was softly playing and the lights were dimmed. Not to mention a fruity, sexy fragrance in the air. "J? Babe?"

"Right here Nicky. Welcome home." Justin descended the stairs one at a time, giving Nick ample opportunity to get a good look at him. He paused as Nick gasped loudly, the blonde's mouth was gaping open. Justin blushed and continued down the stairs.

Nick's body was on fire. Exploding. Overwhelmed. His lover stood two feet away from him in a floor length, spaghetti strapped, red ball gown, high heels and a long blonde wig. Perched in the hair was an elegant diamond tiara. Around his neck was a stunning necklace. Nick's breath had been knocked from him.

Nick was speechless.

The skirt of the gown was long and flowy and swished at Justin's feet. He raised a hand to grasp a few strands of Justin's 'hair', allowing that hand to tentatively graze Justin's 'breasts' and then his stomach. Breasts, fake. Stomach, rock hard. Nick began to tremble and as Justin stepped in closer, the scent of his perfume invaded Nick's senses.

Nick came.

Justin watched the expanse of Nick's throat as he threw his head back. The growl and then whimper alerted him to Nick's climax. And he hadn't even touched him.

"Fuck!" Nick moaned, not believing he'd cum already. He was still shaking, and as he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the gleam in Justin's eyes.

"I came getting dressed earlier. Was only in the panties, bra and shoes. Touched my dick once through the silk and fucking exploded." Justin's admission made Nick feel at least a little better. And besides, hearing Justin swear dressed the way he was caused for his cock to twitch just a little.

Nick's hands cupped Justin's face, pulling him in so that their lips were touching faintly. "You are so fucking beautiful J." Justin smiled and Nick's gaze traveled down his slender frame. "How... What.... Why?"

"I could feel your erection watching the movies at Chris' last week. I knew how hard you were, and then how insatiable you were all night. You couldn't get enough, and then just sometimes how you look at me. Like you want to just ...possess me."

Nick thought he'd hid his desires better, but clearly he hadn't. Justin didn't seem to mind though. "I never thought ..so hot..."

Their lips met in their first kiss of the night, both men sucking hungrily on the other. Justin gave himself entirely to Nick, who couldn't get close enough. When they finally pulled apart, Nick fingered the tiara. "What's with this?"

A blush crept up on Justin's cheeks. "It matched the necklace and bracelet." Nick's eyes moved to Justin's wrist where there was indeed a third part to the jewelry set. "And it's just, really pretty."

"I love you so much baby," Nick whispered softly. He initiated another kiss.

"Me too, Nicky." Justin led Nick to a chair in the living room. "Sit here, I've got something planned."

Justin walked as though he were on a runway, turning and posing in the dress. Nick's eyes followed his every movement hungrily. His hand inched towards his erection which was throbbing in his jeans. Without warning, Justin left the room only to return minutes later, wearing a black dress.

Then a sheer negligee.

Followed by a baby blue teddy with matching heeled slippers.

A skimpy bikini.

All while wearing the wig.

All as a woman.

All with Nick watching in awe, a heightened state of arousal.

"This is it babe, the last one," Justin said as he entered the room, this time wearing red panties, a garter which was holding up stockings and a camisole. No fake breasts. No wig. No make up. This was pure Justin, wearing women's underwear. Oddly enough, this was Nick's favourite of the evening. With confident steps, Justin crossed the room and stopped directly in front of Nick, a sexy smirk on his face.

"You did this all for me?" Nick asked breathlessly.

"For us babe. Can't you see how hard it's making me?"

Nick could, but he reached his hand up to squeeze Justin's erection anyways. The head of his engorged cock was peeking out the top of the silk panties, the fabric outlining his manhood gratuitously. Nick leaned in and replaced his hand with his mouth, tonguing Justin through the silk.

"Take me upstairs Nicky!" Justin pleaded, threading his fingers through Nick's hair and tugging.

"My pleasure." In one swift movement, Nick gathered Justin in his arms and carried him up the stairs towards their bedroom, the hint of a song already picking at his brain.

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Miss America
I see your beauty shine in every girl
Coast to coast you're the queen of my world
You're the reason for this state I'm in
New York to LA
Skin to skin

It as an entirely new experience for both men. Like their first time, except that they had practiced knowledge of each others' bodies. The want and desire that both men felt was consuming, leaving no room for self consciousness or doubt. Neither man had previously considered themselves all too kinky, but clearly they just needed the gentle push of subconscious desires to bring their true feelings to the surface.

There had always been a part of Nick he kept hidden from everyone. From family, friends, the guys and even Justin. Somehow though, amidst the ball gowns and lingerie, Justin snuck his way in. Nick knew that first moment when he'd seen what Justin had done for him, that there was no need to hide anything from the younger man. If Justin was comfortable enough to go out and buy the outfits, not to mention put them on and parade himself in them, then Nick could be comfortable in admitting that he was extremely turned on by the thought of a man in woman's clothing. And not just any man, but Justin. And maybe JC. Okay definitely JC, but it was Justin in the lingerie right now and Nick's mind wasn't functioning all too properly And if Justin wasn't disgusted with this fetish of Nick's, then maybe he could casually mention other things he'd been wanting to try out, adding another dimension to their already steamy sex lives.

Justin had a similar revelation during their evening together. There had always been a lingering doubt about Nick's investment in their relationship. He knew Nick was serious when he said he loved him, but Justin was never sure how much. Or if Justin was just another boy toy for him to play with until something else came along. What came as a shock to him was that he had no reservations about doing this for the older man. It was at that pivotal moment when he'd actually put the dresses on his credit card and carried them out to the car, that he realized how serious he was about doing this. How much he loved Nick. And there was the whole element of trust there, because Justin couldn't do this for just anyone. WOULDN'T do this for just anyone. In fact, Nick was probably the only one he could do this for, seeing it was a pretty kinky fetish and not all people would have appreciated the gesture.

Any doubt he had about Nick's feelings evaporated when their eyes met and Nick had realized what was going on. Justin thought that his heart was going to burst with the love he felt for Nick, along with the love he felt FROM him. An expression he'd never seen had crossed Nick's eyes and in that moment, his entire heart was up for display. And all Justin could see was himself in those eyes. He was really doing it and Nick was really enjoying it. That was all that mattered.

Although Nick knew every inch of Justin's skin, he took the time to relearn it. He wanted to get lost in the feel and scent of his lover. He wanted to be consumed by him. Just as they were about to crawl into the bed, something caught Nick's eye from across the room. He grabbed the object and placed it on Justin's head. All the younger man could do was giggle.

"I like it on you."

"What if it breaks?" Justin was sprawled on his back, Nick worshiping his body with enthusiasm. Justin was only wearing the stocking, garter and panties at this point.

"I'll buy you another one."

"Tiaras are fucking expensive yo!" Nick cut Justin off with a fiery kiss.

"I can afford it."

Hours seemed like mere minutes and before they knew it, the two men were tangled together amidst sex and sweat soaked sheets. The panties were hanging from the bed post, garter around Nick's wrist like a prize and the stockings long since torn to shreds. Both men were sexually exhausted and sated.

It was there, in the silence that the lyrics came to him. Faintly accompanied by music that Nick could barely make out but still seemed to know as if it were engrained in his mind. He had his newest song.

Take it off take it off
Let's get it on get it on
Makes me strong
Makes me weak
Makes the man within me
Love the woman in you

Finis

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