Magazine interviewers either didn't get laid enough, or way too much. They talked about the human body like it was their first meal in months, their greatest pleasure.

Well... they talked about some human bodies like that.

"Justin Timberlake, 19, takes his good looks from the past, stealing a statuesque Greek body and the face of a Carravagio angel. It's no wonder he steals the hearts of his fans, young and old, as well." A few lines later, after the token descriptions of JC as arty and soft-spoken, Lance as smooth and business like, Joey as charming and outgoing, Chris got to his own blurb. "Chris Kirkpatrick, 29, is the oldest in the group, but the hardest to keep up with. His demented humor never fails to amuse the other guys."

Justin sat down beside him, stretching a long body out next to Chris, looking over his shoulder. "If you're looking for the Nick pin-up, I've already got it." He spoke close to Chris's ear, not wanting JC to notice them.

Chris smiled, "It's pretty sad that teenie mags are still your substitute for porn."

"Yeah? I'm not the one reading it for the articles here," he plucked the magazine from Chris's hands and skimmed over it. *A little frown formed between his brow, "When did we do this?"

"We didn't. It's all patched together from MTV news briefs and shit like that. I think you woulda had fun though, that writer has quite a crush on you."

"How do you know?" Chris tapped on the opening paragraph, and Justin read it. When he looked up he just laughed, "They're saying I got the body of a Greek statue? That's all wrong man, I've seen those on PBS they're a little small in certain places, if you know what I mean."

Chris laughed, and it felt good. He forgot to be resentful for a second. "Congratulations, Justin Timberlake, you just figured out why the Greeks enjoyed monumental columns so much."

"You're weird," Justin said, rolling his eyes.

"It's my demented humor," Chris said, letting the tide of bitterness rise again.

Justin's brow got another little frown, "What does that mean?" He shifted closer, checking the JC was still busy with his book. "Chris, you're mad?"

He wasn't really, just unhappy from the inside out. Why? Because someone he didn't know didn't think he was much to moon over? "It's nothing, Justin."

JC suddenly chimed in with, "I'm gonna go try and sleep." He made his way towards the bunk; neither Chris nor Justin responded to him.

Justin looked at Chris when the door to the lounge was closed, "Do you think he knew we wanted to be alone?"

"Would it bother you if he knew?" Chris wondered what that might mean about them, about Justin, about what they had.

"Nah, I just wanna know if I need to bother restraining myself anymore."

Chris smiled, "Heh, I bet it gets hard sometimes, shakin' my moneymaker like I do."

Justin cocked his head to the side, "It's that?" Chris looked away and Justin touched Chris's chest. "It's that. Chris..."

"Sorta. It not like I'm gonna cry or stop eating. But yeah, it's kinda not fun when someone thinks you're ugly."

"You don't know that. Chris-" Justin frowned. "What does it matter anyway? Cause it's not like you were hoping to get with her, right? Cause you got a good thing going right now if you know what I mean." He lifted his brow and waited for Chris to smile at him.

Chris did and rubbed his hand over the fuzz on Justin's head. "Yeah, I do."

Justin leaned against him and watched TV for a few seconds. "I think you're hot."

"I bet," Chris said. Chris wondered about it, sometimes, about how someone like him had someone like Justin to take to bed every night. He never thought about it for too long, though. It was exhilarating in one respect, self-deprecating in the other.

"No, I do. Always have."

Chris smiled, feeling better. He wasn't too surprised; it was pretty difficult to stay miffed when a ridiculously hot boy was trying so earnestly to make him feel better. He touched Justin's cheek very gently, . Justin understood right away and leaned forward.

Chris thought it might get a little old sometime; that Justin's round pink mouth and wiggly hips should become just the smallest bit less thrilling. He was wrong though. Justin pulled away and giggled, giddy now or something. Chris wiped his mouth and watch Justin saunter over to the CD player, and push play. JC must have had it last because some jazzy tune came up on the speakers.

A tisket, a tasket
I've lost my yellow basket

"JC is one strange bird," Justin muttered, hitting the skip button a few times. A mellower song started up and he returned to the couch. Things progressed pretty nicely from there, especially when he got a whimper out of Justin when his fingers strayed down the back of his jeans. Usually if he got a response like that it meant he was gonna get lucky. Suddenly, Justin pulled away from the slow vertical tilt Chris had instigated.

"Oh, Chris. Listen."

"What?" Chris was still thinking about Justin's lips and eager hips.

"To the song," Justin amended.

He did listen, and it didn't take him too long to figure out that the song was Ella Fitzgerald's "My Funny Valentine." It took him even less time to figure out he really didn't care. Still, this situation did beg the question: "You were listening to the songs while we were making out?"

"Huh?" Justin looked away from the stereo finally. He saw Chris's exasperation and started damage control. "What? No. I mean... I wasn't until something caught my attention. She sings something with the word Greek in it, we were just talking about it, and it... Look." Justin stretched across Chris's lap and hit a button, starting the song over again.

Chris ran his hand down the curve of Justin's spine while it was so conveniently there on his lip. Justin sat back, and smiled, "Listen, Chris. It's perfect."

The whole intro to the song didn't seem to make any sense to Chris at all. It was catchy sure, but not enough reason to put sex on hold. He listened though, rather than have to deal with any hissy fit Justin might have if Chris ruined their "moment."

Behold the way our fine feathered friend,
His virtue doth parade
Thou knowest not, my dim-witted friend
The picture thou hast made
Thy vacant brow, and thy tousled hair
Conceal thy good intent
Thou noble upright truthful sincere,
And slightly dopey gent

The music switched, and Ella's voice got deeper, slower. It sounded nice; Chris might want to borrow the CD from JC later, but only after the sex.

You're my funny valentine,
Sweet comic valentine,
You make me smile with my heart.
Your looks are laughable, un-photographable.
Yet, you're my favorite work of art.

Okay that was cute, sure. Sweet, even, in a pre-pubescent, girly kind of way. Chris decided not to be swayed.

Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?
But, don't change a hair for me.
Not if you care for me.
Stay little valentine, stay!
Each day is Valentine's Day

Oh. Chris looked at Justin and saw him smiling. He smiled back, but only just a little. Now that he got it could they get back to the good stuff?

Ella sang the verse again after the music swelled, and Justin followed her. "Is your figure less than Greek?" He poked Chris's stomach gently, and not without affection. "Is your mouth a little weak?" His fingers strayed to Chris's barely disproportioned mouth, dragging on the heavy lower lip, and the thin top one.

Chris nipped at the pad of Justin's fingers so that he laughed while singing, "When you open it to speak, are you smart?" Chris could have called Justin on the riff he made rather than hit Ella's high note, but he kept his mouth shut.

"But, don't change a hair for me," and Justin's fingers were back, tugging on Chris's spiked hair and spiked beard. "Not if you care for me. Stay little valentine, stay! Each day is Valentine's Day."

Chris smiled when the song changed to some upbeat scat song. Justin got up and did a cheesy little bow to Chris's applause. He settled in close to Chris and seemed to want a kiss as further reward. Chris was happy to give it to him.