Deana got up so Justin could answer the door.

“Hey, not interrupting anything, am I?” Joey slurred, obviously not caring if he was.

“Actually, we…”

“Great, you weren’t missing much at the club.  You’ve already got your woman to dance with, and without Izzy, it was kinda pointless to be there alone when I could be here drinking with you two.”

Justin gave in, pouring Joey a drink.  They talked a bit more, telling Deana about his girls and Izzy.

“Did it take Izzy long to get used to your lifestyle, your fame?” Deana asked.

“I mean, I’m not at Justin’s level of fame, but she took to it pretty quickly.  Not that that’s a bad thing.  You seem to be doing just fine.”  For as drunk as Joey was, he was handling himself well.

Justin went to get Joey another drink, to find he’d passed out in his chair.

“I guess this puts a halt to anything for the night,” Justin said.

“I guess so.”

“He’s a surprisingly light sleeper, and this is a really open floor plan.  We’d have to be super quiet.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try,” Deana smiled.

“Yeah?  Alright, let’s see if you can stay quiet while we do this.”

They moved upstairs to the bedroom area, hearing Joey snore in the chair downstairs.  

“Lets get you out of that dress,” Justin whispered, lowering the zipper on the back of the dress.  He let out a low growl as he saw her in a black lace teddy and a black strapless bra.  “You are sexy as FUCK, baby.  I can’t control myself around you.”

“Tonight, you’ll have to try at least a little…” she whispered back.

He held her close, lowering the straps of the teddy, and unhooking her bra.  The bra fell on the floor, Justin’s hands massaging her breasts before pulling at her nipples.  A muffled hum escaped Deana’s lips.  Deana unbuttoned his shirt, then his pants.  He moaned a little at the swift brush against him as she pushed his pants down.  She held her hand against him, doing her best to cup him in one hand before moving her hand.

“Fuck, baby, you just follow your instincts…” he whispered.

They laid on the bed, Justin roaming over her body, a mix of kisses, touches, and playful nibbles.  Deana was doing well with staying quiet until he pulled the teddy off her hips and put his fingers between her legs.

She bucked her hips at his touch, trying to stifle a louder moan.  She bit her lip and grabbed the pillow behind her head.  Her eyes locked on his, focused on what he was doing, how he was making her feel.  Her first lesser waves rose and fell, feeling a big one coming.  

She breathlessly mouthed the pleasure she was feeling, Justin knowing the way her lips moved when she said words like “yes”, “god”, and “fuck”.  She felt the wave rising within her, her eyes closing as she focused, holding everything in.  She couldn’t hold it any more, releasing with a low hum between her lips.

Justin stayed over her, running his fingers inside her as if acting out what was to come.  Her body pulled him in, continuing her string of silent mouthing what she wanted to scream. He moved his fingers to stroking against her again, her legs dancing at his touch. Her breathing becoming gasps of air, trying so hard to not give out anything beyond muffled noise. Her body convulsed as another wave broke over her. 

“Please,” she whispered. He shook his head, touching her again. It was immediately intense, a low moan escaping her lips. Justin’s eyes widened as he heard Joey stop snoring, moving within the chair before snoring again. 

Deana bit her lip in an attempt to relieve and release some of what she felt. She hummed what would have otherwise been high pitched squeals of pleasure, another wave crashing over her. 

“Now, Justin, now…”

“One more,” he mouthed, holding up a finger.

“No, I can’t…” she whispered. 

“One more.”  His fingers returned to her, pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave. Her face contorted, eyebrows knit together, her eyes squeezed shut. Her hands grabbing the sheets under her by the fistful.  Her body shook as she released one more time at his touch. 

“I wanna try something,” she whispered.  He smiled at her, nodding. She got up onto her hands and knees, facing the headboard. He positioned himself behind her, holding back a moan as he entered her. 

His thrusts hit her at an angle that started another wave of pleasure, dropping down to cover her mouth with the sheets to muffle her moans. She felt herself tighten around him before releasing, Justin continuing his thrusts undeterred. 

Wave after wave rose and fell within her, her body feeling fatigue start to set in. She screamed into a pillow as her hands grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, her breathing more and more labored. 

His thrusts were furious inside her, edging closer to his release. He found it harder to focus without her noises to guide him. Her muffled moans and screams had some effect, but diminished compared to being unhindered and without abandon. 

He heard Joey move downstairs, and something in that moment pushed him over the edge so as not to be discovered. He quickly put on a pair of joggers and stood at the railing to check on Joey. Joey opened his eyes, looked around, and upon seeing Justin, closed his eyes again. 

Justin relaxed, going to the bed to kiss Deana. 

“That, that’s better than the leather outfit sex…” Deana said.  

“Wasn’t it?  Trying to find ways to release and everything without making noise. Now I understand the purpose of the ball gag for some people. Someone I was with, I won’t say who, was into it, and I never got rid of it for some reason. I can toss it if you want, especially knowing it was used by someone that isn’t me.”

“I don’t know that I’d want to use it anyway, the angle we were at and having the pillow and sheets right there was definitely enough. Yeah, it was just so intense, I don’t think I’ve had so many in one experience before.”

“So many what?” he asked, knowing exactly what she meant. 

“God, why can’t I say the word?  I can tell you I came, but not the other…”

“Orgasm?” He whispered. 

“See, it’s sexy when guys say it. I still remember the first time I heard a guy say it. We’d just finished fooling around, and the way he asked, using that word, just sounded so hot.”

“Joey’s still asleep, thankfully, so we’re not in any danger of being found out. Even if he did, it’s our relationship, our hotel room, we can do what we want.”

“I’m guessing you had a lot of practice with this on the bus during your *NSYNC days…”

“I mean, kinda? Those bunks weren’t exactly made for two people, no matter which way you do it.”

“Either way, we need to do THAT more often, even if it’s just us,” Deana said. 

“Except if we’re at my parents' place, I can’t do that at home…”

“Don’t you have a house nearby anyway? I feel like that’s part of the thrill, doing it without getting caught, even though we’re both grown ass adults in a sexual relationship.”

“Damnit, now I want to at least try that next time. If we get caught though, I am SO throwing you under the bus…” Justin laughed. 

…

Justin woke up first the next morning, smelling coffee.  He headed downstairs to the kitchen, Joey sitting on the couch with a mug.

“Hey, sorry if I spoiled any plans for you two last night,” Joey apologized.

“No problem, man,” Justin said, waving it off.  He walked into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee since it was already made.  He sat on the couch opposite Joey.

Deana slowly stirred awake, hearing the male voices downstairs.  She carefully got dressed into her favorite pajamas, making sure she wasn’t seen.  

“She’s great, J,” Joey said.

“Tell her that… Maybe it’s because she’s totally out of her element, but she’s not as confident as she was when I met her.”

“You’re not changing your mind on things, are you?”

“No, I still love her, no doubt about that.  In fact, I’m already starting to piece together how I’m gonna propose.”

Deana held back a gasp.  She knew they’d talked about getting married, but didn't know he was that serious about it.

“That’s great, man.  What are you thinking?”

“She’s not gonna see it coming.  I’m mainly looking at ideas for the ring, wanting to give her options of venues and stuff so it’s not so overwhelming for her.  I’ve been writing stuff down as we talk.  Her ex just got married a couple months ago, and she spilled all the details of what their wedding was supposed to be like.  I want her to have everything she wanted then, and more.  It’s going to be perfect.”

“Who thought Justin Timberlake would be thinking of settling down?” Joey laughed.

“Hey now, it’s not like I’m JC.  I’m almost 40, man.  If not now, when?”

“That doesn’t make it sound like you want it…”

“I do.  She loves ME, not my lifestyle.  I love HER, inside and out.  I know she’s hung up on how she looks, but she could lose a ton of weight or gain weight and she’d still be that same person underneath it all.  She’s been working out with me, at least using the treadmill and getting cardio in.  I don’t know if she notices, but she’s slimmed down a little.  I’m afraid to say anything and have it consume her and become addicted to it in an attempt to be the weight she thinks I want her to be.”

“Speaking of cardio, how do I put this delicately?” Joey asked, raising his eyebrows.

“The sex is great, if that’s what you’re asking.  I know we talked like that when we were younger, but I didn’t think we’d still need to be like that.”

“I revert back to the stupid kid when I’m around any of you.”

“I know the feeling, but 14 year old me is nothing like current me, it’s too big of a jump.  Maybe 18 or 21, but not all the way back.  I tell you one thing, though, it still feels like yesterday and we should be getting back in the studio any day now to work on that next album.”

“I know I could use the money,” Joey laughed.  

“I love what I do, but sometimes it does feel strange not having the rest of you guys there.  Yeah I have backup singers and dancers, but there’s no one else to really share these experiences with the way we did back then.  If we can ever get our shit together, I think we could do another tour, or a residency.”

Deana smiled.  She liked hearing him talk like that.  He was opening up to Joey in a way he never could to her, not completely.  She suddenly felt a sneeze coming on, doing her best to hold it in.  She muffled her sneeze, but it was still loud enough Justin could hear it.

“I’m gonna go check on Deana, see if she’s ok.  Last night took a lot out of her.”

“She a lightweight or something?”

Justin chuckled.  “Something like that…”

Justin walked upstairs, seeing her sitting on the bed.  “How much did you hear?” he asked quietly.

“Enough,” she said, kissing his cheek.  “I’m glad you could open up to Joey about things.  With me, I’m just a fan, but Joey lived it with you.”

“No one understands it like the 5 of us, no matter how much we try.  You wanna go down and hit the breakfast buffet?”

“Yeah, I’ll get dressed and throw on some makeup in case we’re spotted.”

“Fuck them.  I love you no matter what…”

She kissed him softly.  “I know.”

“I’ll see you downstairs?  I still need to get dressed, but I don’t want to rush you.  I can start some tea for you,” he offered

“That would be great.  Love you, babe.”

“Love you, too.”  He kissed her forehead before heading back downstairs to Joey.

He waited until he heard the click of the bathroom door, seeing it open and close.  “Not sure exactly how much she heard, but glad I didn't go into too much detail earlier.”  

He walked into the kitchen to start the tea for her, using the hot water kettle that came with the room.  “I can’t wait for the tour to be over, she’s gonna be so surprised.”

“Everyone is…” Joey said.

“Enough of that, just in case.  You really like her, though?  No bullshitting.”

“She’s great.  I was talking with Lance, and he and Michael like her, too.  I know you were a little worried because she’s a fan, but clearly she’s made the distinction between the you from back then and the you you are now, and even then a line between the celebrity you and the real you.  I’d say she’s handling this all fairly well, all things considered.  Remind her to keep in touch with friends and family, it’s so easy to lose contact on the road.”

“Shit, I haven’t talked to my mom in about a week…” Justin said.

Joey laughed.  “Still such a mama’s boy…”

“Thanks, Joe.  I had no idea you were in town, but glad we ran into you.”

“Do us all a favor and put her number in the group chat so we can text her, I can have Izzy text her, Karly, so she feels less alone.”

“I’ll have to check with her…”

“Yes please!!” Deana yelled.

Justin smiled.  “You got it, babe.  As long as you guys are actually HELPFUL, not just ragging on me to her.”

“Does that mean we can’t text her embarrassing stories to use as blackmail?” Joey laughed.

“Blackmail for what?” Justin asked.

“Never hurts to have extra arrows in your, whatever that thing is called…”

“It’s called a quiver, Joey…” Deana called. “Briahna is gonna be disappointed you didn’t know that…”

“That’s my smart woman!” Justin yelled proudly.

She came down the stairs, jeans and a sage green scoop neck shirt.  She did a neutral eye palette, and her hair was in a braid.

“Ready for the piece de resistance?” Deana asked.  She put on her glasses for the first time in over a month.

“Perfect,” Justin said.  You do look good with your glasses, but I can see how you wouldn’t want to wear them all the time.  I know how you feel about contacts…”

“You could totally get laser correction for whatever your reason is, couldn’t you?” Deana asked.

“That’s where I draw the line.  One false move and that’s it.  I guess I need to have my glasses with me just in case you decide to wear yours, the media would actually kinda love that…”

“That and you look sexy as hell in glasses.”

“So do you,” Justin said with a soft smile.

“I’m gonna be sick,” Joey said.

“Can’t hold your liquor anymore, man?” Justin asked.

“No, you two are just so... cute.”

“Thank you,” Deana said proudly, holding Justin’s hand.  

“Let me get ready and I’ll be right back, then we can go,” he said before going upstairs.

“Where you going?”

“I’ve never been to Vegas, so I wanted to do a buffet or two while we were here.  I’ve seen some featured on TV shows, I want the full experience.  I’m not even sure who’s here to see a show…”

“Lady Gaga has a residency, but nothing until the end of May.  Gwen Stefani is here now, that might be fun, if you like her…” Joey said.

“That could be fun!”

“Or there’s Celine Dion…”

“I’d rather see Gwen, if there are tickets.”

“I can look into it…” Justin called from upstairs.

Justin came down in jeans and a Van Halen t-shirt, Deana shaking her head.

“What?” Justin asked, confused.

“Even in jeans and a t-shirt, you’re hot,” she smiled.

“You ready to go?” 

“You bet!” Joey interjected.  “Kidding, I’ll stop being a third wheel, go crash in my room.”

“It was good seeing you.  Seriously, come by for the show if you’re still here.  I’ll have a suite on standby for you and Deana, otherwise she’s down on the floor with fans.  You’d never make it out alive.”

“I’ll see, not sure how long I’m here.  Hopefully I’ll see you then, otherwise goodbye.  It was great officially meeting you, Deana,” Joey said, giving both of them hugs goodbye.  They all got on the elevator, Joey getting off on his floor.  “Talk to you later,” he said as he stepped out of the elevator.

“Bye Joey,” Deana said.

“Talk to you soon, Joe.”

…

They returned to their hotel suite after having breakfast.  Deana flopped onto the couch.

“Not gonna lie, it was so hard to not keep going back for stuff.”

“You could have done that…”

“There were enough eyes on us because of you, I didn’t want to draw more attention to myself by going up for more food and confirming my fatty status.”

“Deana…”

“I’m trying to be healthier.  I know I’ve fallen off that wagon a few times, ok, a LOT of times lately, but eventually people will see me by myself just about anywhere and find a way to chip at me or our relationship.”

“How much did you hear of what I said to Joey?”

“Enough that you can tell I’m losing weight, but worrying I’ll take it too far…”

“In this business, it’s all but consumed us, including me.  I have to remind myself to do enough that I can give a great performance, keep up with choreography, but that there is a balance.  Not gonna lie, my two a days working out during vocal rest was to give me something to think about, and partially to be a little more ripped for you…”

“You could have a full on dad bod and you’d still be sexy.  You’re Justin fucking Timberlake, you could wear a potato sack and still be sexy.  I defer to your “whatever-ville” sketches from SNL.  Even wearing a cup of soup costume, and don’t even get me STARTED on the Single Ladies sketch with Beyonce…”

“That last one I had to work HARD for, I don’t know how you girls dance in heels…”

“Lots of practice, baby, lots of practice.”