To some extent, Chris wished that Justin hadn't shaved his head. It wasn't that Justin didn't look good, because he did. He looked damn good, in fact, and that was pretty much the problem. He looked so good that Chris was starting to become a bit obsessed.

Chris had always found himself staring at Justin without even realising it. They'd be on the bus, watching a movie, and Chris would notice that he wasn't actually watching the movie anymore. He was just watching Justin, watching him react to the movie. And he usually found that watching Justin was more interesting. His laugh, his smirk, or when he got completely worked up and nervous during 101 Dalmatians. That was when Justin was cute. Painfully, adorably cute.

It also happened when they were on stage. Chris knew he should be paying more attention to their performance, but it was so easy to sneak looks at Justin. And that was when Chris would get to see the smile. That beautiful smile that lit up Justin's entire face, and made whomever he was looking at feel like the only person in the world. Chris understood why all teenies screamed over Justin.

But Chris had always done this, had always watched Justin, and been okay with it. Now, however, there was the shaved head. The shaved head that made Chris still want to watch Justin, but with significantly less clothing involved. He was fascinated by how the lack of hair changed Justin's whole appearance. Certainly Justin had been pretty before, but Chris just found him so much more attractive now.

He would glance over at Justin during interviews, and then all he'd be able to think about was how much he wanted to lick the line of stubble along Justin's jaw. Sure, he could still field the interview questions, but in his head, his lips were on Justin's neck, hand casually placed on the back of Justin's head, fingers stroking the soft buzzed hair. It was around these times that he usually said things like, "Yes, I'm a master thespian! But I like girls still."

And the staring wasn't the only thing. There was also the touching. It was something Chris had been allowed to do from the first day Justin shaved his head. When Justin first walked into the room that day, curls missing, Chris jumped up and immediately went for his head. There was just something about the buzzed hair, and Chris couldn't resist the urge to pet. And it seemed Justin was expecting this, because he just smiled as Chris ran his hand along the top of his head.

"I know, isn't it cool? I haven't been able to stop rubbing my head for the past fifteen minutes."

"It's totally cool. Wow. Looks great, man."

"So you like it?"

"Definitely."

And there was that amazing smile again.

So from then on, Chris would periodically sneak up on Justin, attack him from behind, and ruffle his non-existent hair. Often this would result in a piggyback ride, or an impromptu wrestling match. At the very least, it would get Justin laughing, which was pretty much the reason Chris ever did anything.

Sometimes, if they were watching a movie, and Justin was tired, he'd put his head in Chris' lap, and Chris would casually stroke the soft fuzz of Justin's scalp. If Justin was really sleepy, and not quite paying attention, he would sort of purr as Chris ran his fingers over Justin's hair.

Eventually, it started getting to a point where Chris couldn't keep his hands off Justin. Justin didn't seem to mind, but Chris was worried that one day he would over-step some unspoken boundary. Chris thought that he should stop, but couldn't quite bring himself to actually do so.

It finally happened late one night after a show. They were in Justin's hotel room, watching The Usual Suspects on cable. Justin, who'd seen the movie about a million times, was quoting along with the actors. But it was also late, and Chris could tell Justin was getting sleepy. It was times like this when Chris wanted to laugh at Justin, who always refused to admit that he was as tired as he actually was. He wouldn't even fully stretch out, but was instead kind of slumped over, with his head on Chris' shoulder. Chris draped his arm across the back of the couch, and put his hand on the back of Justin's head. As per usual, he absent-mindedly ran his fingers along Justin's short hair.

The fact that Justin had stopped reciting lines from the movie should have been a clue for Chris, but all he noticed was that Justin was snuggling in closer. He ran his hand down the back of Justin's head, letting his fingers trail onto the smooth skin of his neck. Justin murmured unintelligibly as he turned his head, allowing Chris easier access to his neck.

Chris took this as an invitation, and cautiously moved his arm down, slipping his fingers just under the collar of Justin's shirt. His index finger slowly traced Justin's collarbone.

"'s nice." Justin mumbled. He turned even more towards Chris and slid his hand to the inside of Chris' thigh. Chris figured everything was all right when he felt Justin's hand move further up his leg.

A few moments later Chris realised that Justin hadn't been as awake as he'd thought. Justin suddenly froze, as if he had only just been made aware of the situation. The hand that had been nearing Chris' crotch stopped it's light caressing. Chris heard the faint gasp from the lips on his neck, felt Justin's breath hitch just slightly.

As Justin pulled back, Chris took his hands out of Justin's shirt and placed them on his shoulders. There was a touch of confusion in Justin's drowsy eyes.

"You should go to sleep," Chris said.

"Yeah," Justin mumbled and stood up, scrubbing his face with his hands.

"Mind if I finish watching the movie?"

"Sure." Justin drifted off to towards the bed.

About a minute later, Justin was back, wearing only boxers and a tank top. Chris tried not to notice the perfect outline of Justin's abs through the cotton. Or the way his tattoo seemed to flow over the muscles in his upper arm. Or the place where his hipbone stuck our just so. Yeah, Chris wasn't paying any attention to any of that.

"Chris?"

"'Sup?"

"You know, I sorta um, meant to do that."

"Huh?"

"The, um, snuggling. I was kinda awake. I, uh, justwantedyoutoknow."

"Okay."

Chris hoped Justin would go away again, but he didn't move. Chris was still staring at the TV, although he wasn't watching the movie anymore. He had a sneaking suspicion Justin was staring at him.

"Jup, we'll talk about it in the morning, okay? Just go to bed."

"Um, sure." And Justin wandered off again.

It wasn't even a full minute before Justin was back again.

"Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep at this point."

Justin moved across the room quicker that Chris had thought was possible. Before he could even comprehend what was going on, Justin was kneeling on the couch, straddling his lap.

The kiss was sloppy and wet and frantic. And Chris never wanted it to stop. When Justin started sucking on Chris' tongue, Chris grabbed his waist, pulling them closer. He wanted as little space between them as was physically possible. Suddenly, he needed to feel every one of Justin's muscles pressed up against his own.

They continued like this for a long time before Justin's knees started hurting, and the weird thing in the back of the couch started poking Chris and Justin started getting heavy in Chris' lap. Neither of them were wearing shirts by the time Justin leaned back and said, "Hey. Let's head over to the bed."

"See, I always knew you were trying to get me into bed, Timberlake."

The superstar smile flashed, and Justin said, "Well, you know, since Britney wouldn't sleep with me, I figured I should try someone older."

Justin was already in the bed before Chris had even gotten up to chase him. Which worked to Chris' advantage when he leapt on top of him, attacking him with kisses. Of course, being Chris, they were the kind of kisses that resulted in Justin giggling rather than moaning.

But later, arms wrapped around Justin's chest, thrusting into him, Chris was entirely different. Justin shivered as he trailed his fingers down Justin's sweat-slicked stomach. He tasted salt on his tongue as he lightly nibbled Justin's earlobe. Justin was definitely moaning by the time Chris' hand reached Justin's cock.

Chris came with his nose buried in the back of Justin's neck. Once he'd regained some semblance of coherence, he turned Justin towards him. He kissed him hungrily, sucking on Justin's tongue. His hand was back on Justin's cock, and it only took a few strokes before Justin was whimpering into Chris's mouth.

Afterwards, they collapsed into a sweaty pile of arms and legs and heavy breathing. By this point, it was so late, and they were both so tired, that it took every last bit of Chris' energy to flop onto his back and pull Justin to his chest. As he drifted off, Chris was barely aware that his fingers were again running along Justin's scalp. Justin was quietly murmuring in his almost-sleep. And they were both smiling.