Title: Words Left Unsaid Author: Jules Pairing: TimberNick Part:1/1 Rating:NC-17 Feedback:Is muchly appreciated. - mailto:slash_me_baby@yahoo.com Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Not to be confused with reality. Warning:Slash warning. Bigroupal warning Notes:A result of the 'fic challenge' I issued on TimberNick Slash. Requirements? Justin topping Nick and an undetermined amount of angst. I got the Justin topping part, but not sure if I got the angst in there... I think the angst turned into schmoop and that wasn't supposed to happen LOL..... Words Left Unsaid by Jules He'd been in New York for two days. Two fucking days and Justin hadn't even called. Nick knew the other man was there because he'd run into Joey at a club the night before and along with his congratulations, Joe had told him that the man in question was down visiting him, taking in the sights of the Big Apple for a while. Nick knew from the sparkle in Joey's brown eyes, the way his upper lip curled just so, that the Italian knew what had been going on between them. And odds were if Joey knew, then Lance knew as well ...because well they were best friends and told each other everything. And well, fuck, if Lance knew, odds were that JC knew because they'd been fucking for god knew how long and once you're fucking regularly, you tend to tell them everything about everything. That left them with Chris, and Nick *knew* Chris knew, but that was only because Chris been an asshole one night and snuck into Justin's room without announcing himself only to find him and Justin in the midst of fucking, something that no one had been expecting. Not even Nick or Justin. The funniest part of that night was that it had taken them years to get to where they were, the constant flirting, innuendoes, propositions. It had been the first time they fought against the constant fear that someone had figured out that the arch enemy babies of the two most successful groups in the world, were hot and horny for each other. It was the first time they decided to act on their desires, and they got caught. The irony didn't sit well with either of them. And for that reason, they had stayed as far away from each other for as long as possible, not wanting anyone to even suspect that things were amiss in the pop idol world. But judging from the expression on Joey's face, Nick knew he knew, and surprisingly enough, there wasn't the disgust or humour he was expecting. Joey seemed ...indifferent to it as he informed Nick that Justin was in town. Perhaps all the worrying that they'd done for so long was for naught. Maybe no one did care who they were, what they did and how it would affect things. Nice of everyone to inform THEM of that... Bastards. So there he was, sitting in his hotel suite staring at his cell phone wondering why the fuck the younger man hadn't called. He had been planning on flying out earlier that day, but with one word from Joe and the possibility of a hook up with Justin, Nick rearranged things so that he would have a few more days in the big city. The only problem was that Justin wasn't cooperating. He didn't even seem to know the game plan. Nick enjoyed the way things were between himself and Justin. No commitments. No strings. Nothing that even resembled a relationship. It was sex. Pure and simple. When in the same city as the other, which didn't happen all that much thankfully, one would call the other, they would meet in someone's room and spend most of the night and early morning fucking, stopping only when their bodies couldn't take any more. It was then that they would sleep, only to wake up and go one more round, sort of as a 'good-bye, see you when I see you' farewell. It worked for them and both understood the rules. Girlfriends came and went, but he knew that the connection that he had with Justin was always withstanding. It wasn't anything they talked about with anyone else, but something just for the two of them. And deep down, Nick knew that if anything, he'd gained one substantial thing from their arrangement, someone he could trust whole heartedly. Someone who understood him better than he understood himself, and someone who he understood. They weren't so different he and Justin, and as he stared at his watch, he wondered why the fuck he still hadn't called. Fear gripped his heart and he wondered if this meant it was over. They'd been in the same city for 2 nights now, and he hadn't heard anything from him. This was unlike Justin. There was a method to their 'booty calls'. When one was attached, which Justin was at the moment, and the other was single, of course him this time around, the one that had the girlfriend was to make the phone call. That way, there would be no worry of calling at a bad time, or having the wrong person answer the phone and wondering why they were phoning in the first place. So with that said, seeing Justin was dating someone and Nick was not, he would have to wait

		for the phone call. The phone call that didn't seem to be coming. At around 1am, Nick was tired of chilling in his hotel alone and got dressed, figuring that if Justin wasn't going to be available, he'd find someone else who was. The moment he passed by the line and flashed a grin to the bouncer, Nick found himself engulfed in the heavy bass of the club, the heat instantly coating his skin with sweat. He looked around, finding the club considerably packed, hundreds of beautiful men and women, practically waiting for him to take them home. Nick chuckled to himself thinking that this wouldn't be difficult at all. He'd been there for perhaps 20 minutes and already on his third drink, the alcohol already taking effect. There was currently a beautiful brunette across the bar, making eye contact with him, her cherry red lips curved in a sexy pout and cleavage amply staring him in the face. Nick wondered why he had no desire to take her home. The question died almost instantly as he felt someone approach, sliding in close behind him. Too close. He moved to speak when a chill flowed down his spine and suddenly he was hit with a waft of familiar cologne. This person felt ...familiar. Comforting. Like ... "Justin?"Nick turned around to face the person he'd been thinking about all night. He saw the glassy look in the younger man's eyes and smiled, cocking his head to the side. "Nick." "You look good." Justin leaned in closer, licking his lips slowly. "She's been on my ass all week man. I've barely gotten away from her to take a piss by myself, let alone call." Nick's eyes flickered over Justin's shoulders to the short brunette standing a few feet away, clearly not wanting them to know she was hovering. Nick felt his skin crawl at the sight of her, the way she was watching them intently. Judging them. He knew she didn't know, but still, in her eyes he saw contempt. That made his smile broaden and his heart skip a beat. Or two. Okay, maybe three. "S'all right. I understand."And Nick did. Now that he knew that it wasn't because Justin didn't want to get together, but because he couldn't, everything was fine. They were still fine. Suddenly the night didn't seem as bleak, hope wasn't lost. Their eyes locked and Nick wondered if he did understand. Or if Justin himself understood. Perhaps, it wasn't something they were meant to wrap their minds around. Sometimes things were better left untouched, such as the electricity that sparked between them. The way that their breathing hitched as Justin's leg brushed against Nick's unintentionally, or the fact that at the same time they both looked over at Justin's girlfriend and wished that the floor would open underneath her and swallow her up, leaving them free to go somewhere and fuck. What Nick found strange was for the first time, he didn't like Justin's newest flame. There had been quite a few since Britney, and usually Nick didn't take much notice of them, but now ...he didn't want to think about it. And from the look on Justin's face, he was thinking the same thing. "Maybe it's for the best..."Nick licked his lips, watching Justin do the same. Justin then nodded his head slowly. "Yeah. I guess so." With a wink and a smile, Nick grabbed his drink and walked away subtly caressing the bulge in Justin's leather pants. He faintly heard him gasp before he turned to wink at the woman who relaxed visibly as he passed by. He danced with quite a few people, men and women to many peoples' surprise, but he kept a monitor on his drinking. The last thing he wanted was to drink too much and say or do something he would regret, thoughts of Justin still prominent on his mind. It was almost 5am when he returned to the hotel, exhausted and still buzzing. He went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, wanting to get the stink of mixed cologne, perfume, alcohol and cigarette smoke off of his body before crawling into the sheets of the too big and too lonely hotel bed. At least that was the plan, he wasn't expecting someone to already be there. Waiting. For him. "What the...?"He asked, startled. He nearly fell off of the bed except for the fact that an arm reached out and grabbed him, pulling him back on. "She's asleep. I'm here." He knew that his lover couldn't see it, but Nick smiled anyway, feeling his stomach jump in excitement. This had been part of the reason he'd come home alone. Just in the slim chance that Justin would be waiting for

		him. And there he was. No more words were shared as Justin untied Nick's towel and threw it on the floor, pulling them tightly together. Nick shivered as he felt Justin's skin against his, everywhere. Apparently, Justin had been waiting for him naked, just how he liked him. Their mouths met in a frenzied kiss, making up for the two nights they'd been apart. Of course, it had been more than two nights, the last time they had met was months prior, but that time didn't count. They only counted the nights when they were in the same city, so 2 nights were far too many for either man's liking. Justin flipped them so that Nick was flat on his back and he was hovering over him. HIs tongue trailed down NIck's jaw to his throat and further to stop and cover first the right nipple, then the left, licking and biting it playfully. Nick couldn't help but buck against Justin's body, needing the attention elsewhere. Not that he didn't enjoy how Justin liked to draw it out, making his whole body tingle before giving him what he wanted, but tonight, tonight it was too much and he couldn't withstand the erotic torture. Tonight he just wanted to feel the younger man inside of him. Reminding him of how good it was between them. He looked down to see Justin watching him, a huge smile on his face and eyes filled with warmth and compassion. Reaching down, he pulled Justin up so that their faces were inches apart and Nick could feel him breathing against his cheek. "Please... later ...now I need you." Justin nodded, understanding completely. It wasn't something he could explain, but he needed the connection. Seemingly, just as badly as Nick did. No words were spoken as Nick shifted his hips, spreading himself open for Justin. With shaky hands, Nick handed Justin the lube while he opened the condom, sheathing Justin with it. The gel was cool and Justin's fingers slid effortlessly inside of him, stretching him in preparation. That continued on for a few more minutes until Nick was begging and Justin was holding on by a thread. A very worn, thin thread. As Justin slid into his body, Nick's eyes slammed shut and his mouth opened in a silent scream. He missed this, the feeling of complete fullness. Of being stretched in such a primal act full raw physical passion. There was something that Nick hadn't told anyone, even Justin. That Justin was the only man who had ever touched him like this. Justin was the only person he could ever be like this with, his trust for anyone and everyone else too weak, too fragile. He wondered if that meant anything. The only thing Nick didn't know was that the same was true for Justin. Of all the women he'd been with, all the men he'd lied and said he'd been with, the reality was that when it came down to honest to god truth, Nick was the only man he'd physically been intimate with. And no matter what happened between them, they would still have a connection that no one else could even compare to. That was what was flowing through Justin's mind as he held his breath, waiting for Nick to give him the go ahead to move. It was pure bliss and torture at the time for both men, the euphoria flowing through their bodies. Finally, Nick couldn't take anymore and he moaned. "Please... Move J.." And with that, Justin pulled back slightly, whimpering at how tightly Nick was clenched around him. His cock was throbbing and he feared that it wouldn't take all that much to send him over the edge this first time. It never did, as they both found out on many occasions the first time was just to get them started, not lasting all together that long. So with that in mind, Justin adjusted himself to an easier angle and gripped Nick's thighs tightly, thrusting into him wildly, his eyes locked on Nick's. The pace was fast and demanding, both men grunting loudly both from exertion and pleasure. They were nearing the end and the moment Justin realized it, he repositioned himself so that his mouth was covering Nick's, their bodies pressed together tightly. Nick leaned up so that he could better reach Justin's mouth, his legs now thrown over the younger man's shoulders so Justin could penetrate him deeper and harder. It took maybe three more long strokes and Justin swiveling his hips just slightly to break Nick, causing him to cum explosively between them. A loud cry could be heard and Justin moved quickly to cover his mouth, not wanting to wake everyone on the entire floor up at 6 in the morning. Nick's orgasm caused a chain reaction, thus pulling Justin's out from underneath him. Both men continued to work together, prolonging their climaxes, clutching each other desperately. As quickly as it started, it was over and Justin's whole body went limp as he collapsed on Nick. Expecting the movement, Nick's arms were open and waiting for him, wrapping instantly around the younger man. Holding him close. Their breathing was laboured, pulses racing and bodies humming with sexual energy. Both were sated and exhausted, smiles covering their lips. "So... that was..." "Fucking unbelievable."Nick completed Justin's sentence, breathlessly. He rolled them so that they were laying face to face, arms and legs wrapped around each other. "Yeah."

		No other words were needed. This was the easy part, the post coital bliss. The hard part would be when one would untangle themselves from the other, silently showering before redressing and slipping out of the room, hopefully unnoticed. Usually they had more time between the first fuck and the good bye, but usually it didn't start at 5am. Usually by that time they were on their third or fourth time, getting in as much before one had to depart. So this time, Justin simply placed a kiss on Nick's forehead and stroked his cheek tenderly, watching him sleep for a few minutes. He climbed from the twisted sheets and padded across the floor to the bathroom, slipping in for a quick shower. He knew that she would be out for a few more hours, but if Justin didn't go now, he might not. And if she woke up alone, he knew she would be curious as to where he was. Especially since she was the early riser, not him. Quietly, Justin dried off from his shower and dressed, his eyes continually focusing back to the sleeping form on the bed. This time felt different, but he wasn't sure what it was. Shrugging it off, he smiled and sat down, kissing Nick's bare shoulder. When that didn't elicit a response, he leaned in further to kiss his mouth, happy when Nick began to respond. As the kiss broke, both men were breathless. "Leavin'?"Nick's voice was sleepy, his eyes half open. "Yeah. Gotta get back, you know how it is."And both men knew that he did. They both knew, as over the years, both of them had been on both sides of the exchange, the one leaving and the one being left. It was how it went with them. "Yeah." They shared one more kiss and Justin stood up, yawning. "So I'll talk to you ..." "Whenever." "Whenever." Grins covered both men's faces, one snuggled comfortably in the hotel sheets, the other closing the door behind him. Both thinking about the next time they'd be meeting like this. Finis