They pulled into the garage, grabbing the bags from the back. They put the bags in the bedroom so Deana could put everything away. Justin sat on the couch, catching up on his DVR. 

She padded gently over to stand behind him, kissing his neck. He turned to look at her. His eyes widened, a smile spreading across his face. 

“Well, hello sexy,” he laughed. She had her black satin robe on, the one she wore the night of their first time.  He could smell his perfume on her, intoxicated by the scent. 

“Hi,” she said seductively. “I’m gonna start on dinner, if that’s ok.”

“You need any help?” Justin offered. 

“I guess,” she teased. 

“What are we having?”

“I was thinking chicken and pasta, roasted veggies.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Prep the broccoli and cauliflower. Do we want to make the chicken or cook it on the stove?”

“I can do the chicken on the stove while the veggies are in the oven. You gonna do the pasta and sauce?”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said. They each grabbed what they needed to make dinner, sneaking glances at each other as they prepped. 

Justin got the chicken out, heating olive oil in the pan. Deana was getting the water on the stove, seeing the burner on high to boil the water. Justin’s hand gently brushed against her ass, Deana giving him a sexy smirk. 

“Is that why you’re helping, play some grab ass while we cook?”

“I call it foreplay, but sure…” he laughed. 

“Just making sure,” she smiled at him. 

She walked across to a low cupboard to get a pot for the sauce. She could have crouched down, instead bending over, giving Justin a view of her ass. The robe went up enough that he could see the black leather underneath. 

“I’m not the only one spicing things up in the kitchen,” Justin growled. Before she could straighten up, he firmly grabbed her ass. 

“At this point we’ll ruin dinner,” she laughed. 

“We can just get something delivered,” he replied. 

“You can wait a little bit longer,” she teased. 

“I’m gonna be begging for it before we’re finished eating…”

“Maybe that’s my plan.”

They continued cooking, giving each other little kisses and touches. Soon the food was ready. Neither of them had eaten so fast, without any conversation. As soon as they finished their last bites, they got up from the table and pulled each other close for a deep kiss. 

Justin pulled the tie on her robe so that her robe opened, showing off the leather number she had picked out earlier. 

“My girl is feeling dirty tonight…”

“Damn right she is.”

They kissed as they stumbled down the hall towards the bathroom. “God, babe, I want you so bad,” Justin gasped as they walked. 

He pushed her onto the bed, all but ripping his clothes off. He opened her robe more, Deana freeing herself from its arms. He handcuffed her to the headboard. He then bit her earlobes, pulling on them with his teeth. 

“You thought you were sore last time, this will be even better…”

“You talk a big game,” she teased. 

“I always deliver.”

He nipped at her neck and collarbone as his hands unclasped the bra portion of the chemise, pulling down the straps and freeing her breasts. His hands pawed at her flesh, his rough touch making her groan. 

“Oh god…” her arms straining against the cuffs to touch him as she lay on her back. 

His fingers teasing her nipples, pulling at them slowly but rough. 

He grabbed a large pillow off the bed, helping her to sit up a bit. There was a hunger in his eyes she hadn't seen before. 

He edged closer to her, on his knees. She was propped up, with that her head was aligned perfectly with his hips. 

“I love how I feel in your mouth, baby,” he growled. 

Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took him in, running her tongue along the underside. She started with light sucking, getting stronger and faster. 

He grabbed the top of the headboard. “Oh god, baby, yes, that feels so good…”

She pulled her head away. “Do you want me to finish you here and now, or make you wait for it?”

“Ohhhhh, as great as that sounds, I love when we cum together. Take me to the edge and I’ll pull out before…”

She nodded, taking him back in. She continued to suck and press her tongue against him, Justin moaning and gripping the headboard tight. He swiftly pulled him from her mouth with a groan, his body needing release and being denied it. 

He moved Deana back to a lying position, then pushed the hem of her chemise up over her hips, the chemise scrunched up around her stomach. 

He pressed his tongue against her, his tongue rough. Deana practically screamed at the sensation. His fingers entered her, rubbing quickly inside her. 

“Holy FUCK, yessss!” she hissed, taking a deep breath in. She felt pleasure rushing through her, hitting her like a lightning bolt. Wave after wave built within her, her breathing shallow gasps of air. 

“Justin… fuck… fuck… holy SHIT!” she screamed, her body convulsing, pulling her against the handcuffs, causing her to wince in pain. 

He freed her from the handcuffs, her wrists red from pulling against them. “I wanna try something,” he said, pulling her off the bed. 

He sat her on the swing that hung from the door, Deana facing the door. He helped put her legs through the lower straps, moving her to put her arms through the upper straps. She was suspended in the air, Justin thrusting firmly and swiftly into her from behind. 

“FUCK!” she screamed as he filled her. This was a different kind of pleasure; it was primal and so intense. “Justin, fuck, god this is amazing…”

He continued his thrusts, his finger reaching around to rub against her. “Baby, uhhhhh, yes,” he groaned. 

As great as this felt for both of them, Justin felt something was missing. He pulled out of her, Deana let out a groan. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to look in your eyes as we do this. I think we can just turn this around and we can finish.”

“Hurry, please, I need you…”

“I know babe, I’m so close.”

They quickly got her turned around, positioning himself against her. His thrusts continued, the angle pressing against her that he didn’t need his fingers to do it. This intensified the pleasure she felt, causing her to tighten against him. 

“God, you’re so tight, fuck yes, I’m so close baby,” Justin gasped. Deana fought every urge to close her eyes and give in to what she was feeling. Her eyes fluttered, almost rolling to the back of her head. 

“You ok?” he asked. 

“This… is intense.  Trying to focus on keeping my eyes open to look at you.”

“If you need to close your eyes, I understand. Whatever you need to do and give in to this pleasure.”

“God, this feels good, keep going.”

He felt himself on the edge, needing to release. He took a hand off her waist, slapping her ass. As she screamed and her muscles tightened, he groaned loudly in release. 

She was thankful for the support of the swing, her body struggling to hold herself up. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, taking in gulps of air.  Justin helped her get her feet back on the ground. She pulled the chemise back over her body before curling into Justin on the bed.

“God, baby, that was… that was…” Justin gasped. 

“The sexiest, rawest fuck I’ve ever had. Not in a bad way, it was primal, we couldn’t help our instincts. It was amazing. At first I wasn’t sure, but I was willing to try. I know I’m safe with you, if I didn’t want to continue you would have stopped.”

“I don’t know what it was, but seeing you in that leather, I just couldn’t help myself. I’m not normally into all that stuff, I do enough to be adventurous without needing it every time. It flicked a switch inside me. I say we don’t do this often, only when you wear this outfit. It’s been great so far, but this was a whole other level. I’m afraid this could lead somewhere neither of us really want.”

“Isn’t that why you have a safe word? To communicate if something goes too far?”

“Yes, but this… I don’t know. As great as it was, I don’t know if I can handle it on a regular basis.  If THIS becomes our new normal, what do we do when we want something MORE, ya know?”

“I get that.  Heaven forbid people find out how good you are at this…” she chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, I know all the rumors and nicknames…”

“One of your costars outing you on Andy Cohen didn’t help either…”

“Now you know why I don’t watch interviews all that often.

“At least it was to Andy Cohen and not Perez Hilton…”

“Why?”

“Uh, hashtag Team Lance....”

“Oh, right.”

“I’m still pissed about it.”

“Really?”

“I know it’s helped Lance a LOT to be himself, but the way it all happened.  When I first found out, I was like ‘dude, what the fuck?’  Then when he told us it was out himself or Perez was going to, well, it was a perspective shift.  We were still hurt that we didn’t know, even after the band split, at least we understood why he had to do it.  Andy Cohen can be a dick, but Perez is GARBAGE.”

“So I’m guessing I won’t be meeting either of them any time soon…”

“Not likely, no.  I’m glad that meeting some of my friends slowly is helping you though.”

“I admit I’m afraid to meet Joey and Chris in person, based on how the FaceTime went.”

“They’re harmless.  They LOVE you, they just rag on me.  You know what that’s like.  Honestly, they’ve never talked like that about anyone the others are dating, married to, whatever, so you’ll be fine.  Be ready for embarrassing stories about me, stupid shit I did when I was 14, 15 and we were starting out.”

“That actually sounds great…”

“Reliving the glory days.”

“Well, aren’t they?  It got your foot in the door, helped you be who you are now.  At least your group made it past a first album, let alone 3, 4 if you count the Christmas album.  How many other groups did Lou manage and screw over that never even got a chance?  You could have been one of those.  But you weren’t.  You had JC and a great team behind you that helped you get better at songwriting as you got older.  Semi related question- did your ears close up or can you still wear earrings?”

Justin walked over to his dresser, pulling out a box with cufflinks and such.  Her eyes widened as he pulled out his JRT necklace, and an earring.  “I keep this shit for the memories, but I don’t look at it often.”

“If you had shown up to Ellen wearing that necklace, the world would have DIED…”

He looked into the mirror, and found the earring still went through.  “I’ll be damned… Don’t let anyone else know, this will be our little secret.  Doesn’t exactly match my look anymore.  Brawny man with an earring, yeah, not so much.”

“I think it’s sweet at least.  You guys need to find someone to make those NSYNC necklaces again, like what Joey wore or Ellen, people would buy that shit up like we’re back in 1998…”

“I’ll present that at one of our ‘meetings’ about that kinda stuff.  Our next big thing is for No Strings Attached I think, so it wouldn’t fit then.”

“I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted.  We’ll see how I feel in the morning.  I’ll try some preemptive Tylenol.”

“I’ll get you a Gatorade too, just in case.”

Justin returned with a bottle of Gatorade and a couple Tylenol.  Deana took them from him, hesitating.

“What’s wrong?”

“One of my stupid flaws.  I’m TERRIBLE about taking pills.  I mean, my birth control is fine cuz it’s tiny, but even then I’ve almost gagged on it a few times.  I think it goes back to my childhood somewhere, cuz as long as I can remember, I’ve held pills in my mouth afraid of choking on them.  There was a point in time when I was taking giant caffeine diet pills, that probably didn’t help.  I gagged on those a couple times, and the extra caffeine in my system just made me throw up for 3 days.  I stopped taking them after I gagged on another pill.  Even with the worst headache, I struggle to take anything in pill form.  I fear for my old woman days, needing pills for just about everything.”

“Are you as bad as JC about needles, though?” Justin laughed.

“Not having a direct comparison, I don’t know.  I refuse to look at them if I’m needing one for something, and I will never get a tattoo, but for me, on the medical side, it’s a combination of a fear of needles and hating the sight of blood.  Any time they need to do blood draws, which is rare, I can’t even look at it after.  I haven’t passed out, but I definitely don’t look.”

“Take the Tylenol and we’ll go to sleep.  Are you going to be comfortable in that overnight?”

“Yeah, not sure.  I guess I could sleep without it.”

“My favorite set of pajamas on you is none at all.”

She rolled her eyes a little as she stood up to pull the chemise off of her.  “How you find THIS sexy, I have no idea,” she said, grabbing parts of her body.

“Because it’s part of you, and I LOVE YOU.  Always have, always will.”

She picked up the pills on her nightstand, took a sip of Gatorade, holding it in her mouth for a second.  “You can do this,” Justin encouraged.  She swallowed them, making a face as she did, anticipating the worst.  

“Happy now?” Deana asked.

“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

She snuggled up to him under the covers, as they both drifted off to sleep.