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The following is a fictitious story with no real basis or credibility. It is solely for the enjoyment of the reader. Its all just fun. It does not imply anything about the sexual preferences or lifestyle of Justin Timberlake or any other celebrity mentioned in the story.
Previously
Paulo sighed, walking slowly into the house.
He closed the door in the semi darkness, turning around.
He almost jumped out of his skin.
Michael and Justin were both sitting on the bottom steps of the stairs, looking at him.
"And where have you been all night, young man. It's after midnight. I told you to be home before eleven." Michael said getting up with Justin.
Paulo blushed, hoping they couldn't see it in the darkness.
Then he heard the laughter escaping Justin's mouth, Michael giving into it too.
Paulo smiled, his own laughter entering the fray.
Michael patting him on the back, Justin hugging him.
"Want to tell us all about it, Polo." Justin smiled, seeing the smile on his face.
"Maybe in the morning, Justin. I want to keep all this to myself for now."
Michael smiled already seeing what was going on in Paulo's golden aura.
"Alright, Paulo. Let's all get a good night sleep. It's been a wonderful day."
Paulo smile taking the stairs two at a time, the two men seeing he was practically floating on air.
Justin put his arm around Michael, kissing his cheek.
"I don't think we should call him Polo anymore Jus."
"Why, Mico."
Michael smiled kissing his lips.
"You said it right there, love. You call me Mico, only you."
It suddenly dawned on Justin what Michael was saying.
"Only Paulo's soulmate should call him that." Justin said.
Michael smiled walking with his lover up the stairs.
Chapter 64
Justin woke up, seeing the sun shining in his eyes. He looked at the nightstand seeing the clock.
Six o'clock flashed back at him.
Michael lay against his chest, his lips touching his right nipple. His right hand lay below the covers, Justin felt it laying against his right thigh. Justin's cock was at full mast, Michael's fingers brushing against his balls.
Justin smiled widely, Michael was making him aroused even while he slept.
Justin moved a little, Michael's hand moving upwards, wrapping around his cock.
Michael's eyes opened, his tongue darting out and licking his nipple.
Justin gasped, about to say something, when Michael climbed on top of him, mashing his lips against his.
Their tongues united, tasting each other.
Michael's ass rubbed against Justin's growing erection.
Michael broke the heated kiss, licking Justin's lips.
"I love you, Timby."
"I love you, Mico. My, but you're extremely horny this morning."
Michael smiled, pushing his ass against Justin's cock.
Justin moaned, his hands moving to Michael's hips.
"I want to make love outside, Jus ."
Justin smiled,surprised, staring up at his lover.
"My lover wants to try something new."
Michael got up staring at Justin.
"My hot, young, masculine stud of a lover, should make love to me on the balcony, the cool air brushing against our bodies. Taking me to new heights of passion."
Justin sat up in bed, looking at Michael's naked body, seeing the large erection standing out front, precum leaking out the head. Michael began pumping his cock, Justin watching in fascination as Michael stroked himself.
Justin's hand went below the sheets, stroking his own member.
Michael looked at Justin with newfound lust, licking his lips.
"Follow me, Timby. I have such a show for you."
Michael turned opening the balcony doors, Justin watching his small bubbly butt bounce as he walked out.
Justin got up, his large erection swinging in front of him as he walked to the doorway.
Justin looked out, seeing Michael leaning against the center concrete railing, facing him.
His body looked so beautiful with the sunshine crossing his chest.
Both his hands were at his waist, one stroking his hardness , the other fondling his balls.
Justin's own hardness sprang up, lengthening more. This scene was so hot, seeing his Mico pleasuring himself.
Justin stared, lost in Michael's pleasure.
Michael stared at him, his tongue licking his lips.
"My body is on fire, Jus. I'm so hot and needing. See my cock, see how hard it is. See what it needs. It needs my hot masculine lover. Now look at what I need."
Michael turned around, Justin gasping at Michael's beautiful butt. It looks so firm and bubbly, Michael's hands running across both cheeks.
Justin watched as Michael spread the cheeks, his body pushing backward, his ass exposing itself.
Justin was panting seeing what he wanted so badly.
That sweet view of Michael's body, the sun shining down on its beautiful center.
Michael's head turned looking at Justin's lustful gaze.
"You don't need an invitation, my man stud. I'm offering you my everything."
Michael's hot talk was turning Justin on, Justin's feet moving on their own.
Justin was across the balcony in a moment , kneeling down behind Michael.
Michael gasped as he felt Justin's hands on his ass.
Then he almost screamed when he felt Justin's tongue.
Michael looked down over the railing to the concrete patio twenty feet below.
His eyes closed, his center burning with Justin's touch.
Justin licked and sucked Michael's center, tasting Michael's lust and desire.
MIchael was trembling, Justin's hand between his legs stroking Michael's large cock.
Justin tasted him for a while, lost in his lust. Michael pushed back against him, moaning and gasping.
Justin pulled himself up, pushing his cock against Michael's ass. He wrapped his arms around him , one finger stroking his left nipple, his lips sucking on Michael's left earlobe.
"Does this feel good, lover?"
"Yes, Jus. This feels like heaven. I need you, lover. I need to be part of you. Take me deep, make me yours forever."
"You're already mine, Mico. Forever."
Justin kissed his cheek, guiding his cock in between Michael's spreading legs.
Michael screamed as Justin sank into him, Justin turning Michael's head, their lips meeting.
"Hard my love, take me hard, I want to feel you deep inside me."
Justin smiled, sensing Michael's deep needs.
The rhythm became rushed and thrustful. Justin lunging into Michael, Michael moaning and panting.
"Yes, love, yes. That's it, deep and hard. Oh god, my Justin is loving my hot ass. My lover is making me so happy. You're such a man, Justin. You're my man."
Justin was amazed at Michael's desires so displayed.
Justin was in heat, his lovemaking taken over by deep lust.
Justin felt Michael tightening around his cock, pushing against his body.
Michael was in heat also, needing all he could get from Justin.
Justin gave him all he could give, both men feeling the edge of desire flooding their minds.
Justin exploded in Michael's deep ass, Michael exploding all over the cement railing.
Justin trembled leaning in against Michael, his cock still deeply embedded in Michael.
"Oh god, Mico. Oh god. That was amazing."
Michael smiled, licking Justin's cheek.
"It's not over yet, lover."
Michael pulled away from Justin, Justin's still hard cock, pulling out of his ass.
Michael turned around grabbing Justin's sensitive cock, licking Justin's right nipple. Justin shuddered, his cock throbbing again.
Michael started walking inside, leading Justin through the room by his hardening center. He lead him into the shower, both men entering. As soon as they were inside, Michael pressed Justin up against the wall, kissing him deeply, his tongue devouring Justin's.
Justin could feel Michael's desires so acutely.
Michael's hands were on his nipples, tweaking them.
Justin shuddered again, Michael pulling back. He hit the shower button, warm water falling all over Justin.
Michael grabbed the soap, soaping up Justin body. He soaped his cock quickly, Justin feeling the throbbing desire rising again in it.
Michael washed Justin's crotch off quickly, sinking to his knees and engulfing Justin's cock to the base.
Justin screamed, Michael's tongue beginning its magic.
Justin felt close again, Michael immediately backing off.
Michael stood again, his lips meeting Justin's.
Michael was on fire, Justin sensing his mood.
Michael turned him around slowly, kneeling down again.
Justin gasped as he felt Michael's tongue on his ass, and then sinking into the center.
Michael sucked like he was devouring Justin.
Justin's legs were trembling, his cock throbbing again.
Michael chewed on his ass, then took his balls in his mouth.
Sucking one at a time, then both.
Justin felt his heart pumping, blood rushing to his center.
Michael knew he was very close.
Michael got up again, turning Justin to him again.
Their cocks rubbed against each other, Michael kissing him again.
"Take me again, Jus. Put your love inside me again."
"Mico, I was sure you wanted to take me."
"No, Jus. I need you, inside me. I need you again, please. I need my masculine hot lover inside me, please, please." Michael was almost crying.
Justin didn't hesitate a moment, he felt Michael deep need, it seemed to be taking over his soul.
Michael leaned against the wall, Justin pushing against him again, his cock sinking deep again into Michael's soul.
Michael gasped, pushing back against Justin.
Justin was trembling, feeling his desires so heightened.
He started a quick rhythm, feeling his balls tightening.
He didn't last long, but kept sinking deep into Michael.
Michael gasped and moaned, Justing feeling the wave begin.
Michael screamed as his cum splashed against the wall, Justin exploding again inside him.
Michael felt like he'd collapse, Justin holding onto him as they both fought to come down for this heightened bliss.
They eventually calmed down enough to wash each other down again. Michael was silent, Justin picking up on his quiet mood.
"That was unbelievable, Mico. It felt so fantastic, so heightened."
Michael looked at Justin , shutting the water off, and then climbing out of the shower.
He quickly dried off, leaving Justin standing still wet in the shower stall.
Justin walked out of the bathroom after drying himself off, seeing Michael standing on the balcony naked.
Justin grabbed a blanket off the bed, walking out to the balcony.
Michael didn't move while Justin draped the blanket around himself, then around both of them, wrapping his arms around Michael.
Michael turned, looking into Justin's blue eyes of love.
"I'm sorry, Jus. I'm so sorry."
Justin held him as Michael crying quietly into his chest.
Justin didn't know what Michael was apologizing for, all he could do was hold him close until he calmed down.
Michael eventually calmed down, looking up into Justin's face again.
"I'm sorry, Jus. I'm sorry that I used our lovemaking to try and fix this. I should have talked to you, not let myself be like that." Michael was crying again.
Justin didn't say anything, he just rubbed Michael's back, humming softly.
Michael calmed immediately.
"What are you talking about, my Mico? What we just did was beautiful, I didn't feel anything but your deep love, I felt loved. What is wrong that you think needs to be fixed?"
Michael smiled his Justin smile, wiping his eyes.
"I felt your feelings yesterday, Jus. After we'd talked to Johnny and we'd agreed to the interview. I felt your feelings of doubt. They disappeared again for a while, but I felt them last night in your dreams. They were strong enough to enter mine."
Justin sighed, looking quietly into Michael's eyes.
Justin let go of him, walking back into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed.
Michael walked back into the room sitting down beside him.
"I know you're having second thoughts, about coming out, Jus. I can feel them. my love. They were strong enough to wake me last night. I've tossed and turned all night trying to think of some way to help you. That's how I came up with this plan this morning. I though I could drown your doubts in your masculinity. I thought that if I let you make love to me again and again, over and over, that maybe you'd be comfortable enough to accept who you are, and what I mean to you in that sense."
Justin looked shocked, putting his arm around Michael, at a loss for words.
"I only did it two times before my heart felt the wrongness of it. I'm sorry, Jus. I couldn't use that special part of us to show you, I love you to much to ever use our lovemaking in that way." Michael was on the edge of his emotions again.
"Oh god, Michael. You've got it so wrong. I have totally accepted that I'm gay. And I've accepted who I am and what your love means to me.Never apologize to me for loving me, Mico. And you're right. I was having some doubts again. Not about you and I, never about our love. You are a part of me now, the most important part. I was only having doubts about what this means to my career."
Michael looked at Justin, sensing what he was alluding to.
"I told you that I'd never interfere with your career, Jus. I mean it, even more now. I sense I may be interfering in a new way. I sensed yesterday everyone's desire for me to take a chance at singing.I even felt it from you, Jus. I can't do that, Jus. Someone yesterday privately told me that I was even better than you. You don't know how much that hurt me, Jus. You're the most talented singer I've ever heard. I love your music, it fills my heart with joy and love. I don't want what we have together to be threatened by me, or by my singing. It's never going to happen, I can't let that happen."
Justin hugged him tight, kissing his forehead.
"Oh god, Mico. I love you with all my being, heart and soul. And you're wrong, Mico. Your voice is that of an angel's. It fills my heart with love also. It's never going to be a competition between us, my love. I love your singing just as much as you love mine. Do you want to know why?"
"Why, my love?" Michael was looking into Justin's smiling face.
"Because everytime you've sang, everytime I've heard you sing, each song was you showing someone your love. You sing to me because you want to show me your love.
You sang to Lance to show him his mother's love. It's a way you express your deep love ."
Michael smiled as Justin kissed him.
"That's all I ever wanted to do, Jus. I want to sing when I need to show someone my love. It doesn't have to be on cd's and in concerts. It comes from my heart. That's why I sing."
Justin sensed the truth in Michael's words, his music, his love of song, was an extension of his loving soul. It wasn't something that needed to be marketed, plugged or advertised. It came out of Michael's heart, that was why Michael didn't want that career. He had a more fulfilling career, and singing to him was a form of showing love.
"I understand now what you're saying, Michael. Completely. You don't have to sing professionally, it's not what you sing for. You sing for love, I finally understand now."
Michael smiled, kissing Justin.
"Thank you, love. Thank you for understanding. "
"Michael, I'm sorry my doubts clouded your dreams. I didn't want that. It's just that yesterday I felt the weight of what I want to do pushing down on me. And the closeness of that becoming reality. It seemed to feel so heavy, and so ominous. I'm sure that when I've finally done it, all the doubts will disappear. I love you, completely. Never doubt that. It's just my own insecurities, not yours."
Justin kissed him on the lips again, Michael kissing him back.
"Justin, your insecurities are my insecurities. Talk to me, let me know when you're troubled or unsure of something. You know I'm devoted to you, I will listen to anything and everything that you want to talk about."
Justin smiled, feeling Michael's devotion to him, a devotion built on love.
"I love you, Justin. All of you. All your insecurities, all your charms, your beautiful body, your deep love and your soul. I love all of you. I've watched Justin Timberlake shining in the sun, he's nothing compared to the beauty that Justin is. That is the man I fell in love with. And I'll be here, right against him, in his arms for every moment that he wants me to be."
Justin teared up, seeing Michael's deep love and commitment to him.
"I want you beside me, for every moment of my life, Michaelangelo."
They kissed again, tenderness from each other flowing into their hearts.
"You okay now, Justin?" Michael said looking into his eyes, but already feeling Justin's calm heart.
"I'm fine, Mico. How about you?"
"You're fine, so I am fine."
Justin smiled, kissing Michael again.
"So all that passion was just you trying to make me feel like more of a man?"
"To make you feel like a proud gay man, yes."
"You didn't have to do that Mico. I feel that always when I'm in your arms. It's you I'm proud of."
"I feel the same, my love, my darling."
Justin smiled, kissing him again.
"Lets get some breakfast, love. And then face this day together. Our first public appearance together is tonight. Justin and his remarkable friend. Soon to be Justin and his beautiful lover." Justin smiled.
Michael smiled, feeling Justin's happiness, the doubts buried deep again.
MIchael and Justin dressed, kissing and touching while doing it.
They walked downstairs, into the kitchen, finding Paulo already up cooking breakfast.
"My, someone's up early. And judging by the wide smile, in a very happy mood." Michael smiled, kissing Paulo's cheek.
"Yes, someone seems to be practically glowing, did we get lucky last night. " Justin laughing ,kissing Paulo's cheek also.
Michael saw the drop in Paulo's smile, sensing something.
"Jus, sit down and have some cereal, love."
Justin smiled, winking at Michael, sitting at the table.
Michael sat down, looking at the paper, waiting for Paulo to talk on his own.
Paulo filled the table with food, finally sitting down.
Michael beamed at him.
"Looks fantastic, Paulo. Outdid yourself again, bro."
Paulo smiled pouring Michael a cup of coffee.
"So, aren't you guys going to ask me?" Paulo said not looking at either of them.
"It's up to you, brother, what you want to talk about. Your private life is just that, private." Justin said, smiling at Paulo.
Paulo smiled, seeing both of his brothers' love for him.
"It was so beautiful. Completely amazing. Jake was so sweet and caring, he's unlike anyone I've ever met. "
Michael smiled, watching Paulo's golden aura glow brighter.
"That's great, Paulo. I'm happy you had a wonderful time." Michael said patting his arm.
"There's more, Michael. But first I want to thank you."
Michael lowered his head, not sure what Paulo wanted to say.
"Jake told me what you talked to him about. About your loving both of us. And your wanting us both to be happy. And about both of us taking it slow, letting us go at our pace."
Michael raised his head smiling.
"I meant all of that, Paulo."
Paulo had tears in his eyes.
"I love you, Mikey. You really are my brother."
Both men hugged, Justin on the verge of tears as well.
"I feel so alive, Mikey. And it's because of Jake."
Paulo was looking off in the distance, Michael sensing what he was thinking about.
"He told you he's in love with you, didn't he, Paulo?"
Justin looked stunned, not realizing it had become that serious.
Paulo smiled, looking at his brothers.
"Yes, he told me he fell in love with me the moment he gazed into my soulful eyes."
Michael smiled, knowing that already.
"And I told him I love him." Paulo said looking at Michael.
Michael nodded, squeezing Paulo's hand.
Paulo saw a knowing look in Michael's golden eyes.
"You knew, didn't you, Mikey?"
Michael blushed.
Michael looked at Paulo then at Justin, sighing.
"I knew the moment I met Jake."
Both men now looked stunned.
"When I knocked him down that first day in that hospital garden, and I reached out and helped him up, I saw a vision."
Both men were staring at Michael, seeing the wonder of his knowledge.
"I saw you and Jake, Paulo. On a blanket in a dark clearing by candle light. He was crying and you comforting him. He told you a deep truth about himself and you told him your truth. And then you both proclaimed your love for each other. Did it somehow happen like that, Paulo?"
Paulo stared at Michael, tears falling from his eyes.
"Yes, Michael. It happened just like that."
"I understand, Paulo. What took place between you two is private and sacred. You need not tell us. All we are concerned with is your happiness. And looking into your beautiful green eyes, I see a light of deep happiness and love. You love him now, don't you?"
"Yes, Michael. I really love him. And he loves me. We're going to see each other more, and hopefully try for something more. We're just going at our pace, guiding each other with our feelings and our hearts."
Michael smiled, taking Justin's hand in his other hand.
"That's all you can do, Paulo. Take it a day at a time, and the love will grow. I know from my own heart how true that is."
Michael stared at Justin, seeing his eyes showing him his love.
"I couldn't agree more with Mico, Paulo. Take it from us, true love is beautiful, so beautiful."
Paulo smiled, seeing his brothers love for each other.
"If I can have half of what you two wonderful guys have, I'll be beyond happy."
Michael smiled, kissing Paulo's cheek again.
" Never compare your love to someone elses, Paulo. It's your love, no one can measure up to your own feelings.Something tells me yours will be a spectacular love."
Paulo smiled.
"Well guys, as much as I love all this talk about love, I just heard Lonnie pulling up. I have to go, sugar."
Michael kissed Justin's lips.
"I'll drop by the arena later, love. I'm shopping all morning for tomorrow night's party."
"I hate to leave all that in your hands sweetie."
Michael slapped Justin's bubble butt, Justin jumping.
"I don't mind. It's a party for your crew and friends, for my soon to be friends. I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm going to see if Josh and Lance can help me."
"That's great, love. I'm sure they'd love too. Although we haven't heard much from them in the last few days. The must be hiding in a love nest somewhere." Justin winking at Michael.
Michael smiled, knowing more than he was letting on.
"See you this afternoon, love."
Justin kissed him again, heading out the kitchen doorway.
"Say hi to Afro Sally for me, Jus."
"Will do, love. Later babe. Love ya."
"Love ya back, tiger."
Justin smiled disappearing down the hallway.
Michael and Paulo pulled up in front of Josh's home, seeing two cars parked in front.
Paulo raised his eyebrows.
Michael laughed, slapping Paulo's shoulder.
"Lance is staying here now, Paulo. He's living with Josh."
Paulo smiled, realizing something.
"Can I ask you something, Mike?"
"Sure, Paulo."
"I noticed Justin and you have both stopped calling me Polo."
Michael smiled.
"Who calls me Mico, Paulo?"
"Only Justin."
"Think about that." Michael said getting out of the car.
Paulo looked at Michael, the answer coming to him. A large smile crossed his face.
Paulo ran up to Michael, hugging him tightly.
"Geez, Paulo. Watch it, the neighbors!"
Paulo laughed, kissing Michael's cheek.
"Thanks, Michael."
Michael winked, ringing the doorbell.
After a couple of minutes, Josh came to the door, Michael grabbing his heart.
"Oh my god, Paulo. It lives!!!!"
Paulo laughed, Josh smiling widely.
"Hi guys. Long time no hear."
Michael threw himself at Josh, wrapping his arms and legs around him, knocking Josh to the floor.
Paulo was laughing himself silly, Lance running down the stairs to see what was going on.
Lance had only a towel wrapped around him.
Paulo blushed, looking away from him.
Michael looked up, sitting on top of Josh,seeing a nearly naked Lance looking at him with shock.
"I'm sorry, Lance. You feeling left out."
Michael got up hugging Lance tightly, whirling him around.
"Michael, calm down. I'll lose my towel. You're a bundle of happiness this morning."
"I'm just happy to see the two of you. We all thought you'd been kidnapped. It's been over two days since we've seen or heard from you two. Hang on a second."
Michael walked over to the door, opening it wide. He cupped his hands together in front of his mouth.
"Call off the riot squad. They're fine. They were only kidnapped by love, judging by what I see. I'm looking at a naked man, all I see is hickies, head to toe." Michael yelled out into the yard.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh at Michael's humorous display.
Josh got up running to the door, blushing, closing it quickly.
Lance was blushing red, heading up the stairs.
"I'll be right back with some clothes on." Lance said.
He was blushing red, heading up the stairs and as he did, the loosened towel finally gave out, exposing Lance's tight, sexy (at least to Josh), bubble butt!
Michael, being the smart-ass he is, couldn't let that opportunity pass by.
He called to Lance "It's a little early for a full moon, Lancey!"
If he wasn't red before, he was now as red as a tomato! He quickly picked up the towel, covered himself again and ran up the stairs.
Josh and Paulo were rolling on the floor, their laughter still not controlled.
"Mikey, my brother. You are too much." Paulo managed to get out.
"He's a twisted man. That's what he is." Josh said through tears of laughter.
Michael smiled, helping both of them up when they finally regained their composure. He then hugged Josh more lightly this time.
"Missed ya, Joshy? What have you and blondie been up to, or are you too tired to speak." Michael smirking.
Josh blushed, Michael immediately seeing his aura.
"Words don't need to be spoken, Josh. Your aura says it all."
Josh smiled, Michael patting his shoulder.
Lance came back down wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
He smiled at Josh, Josh's eyes never leaving his.
Michael and Paulo both picked up on it.
"Ah, spring is in the air. Love is flowing on the wind." Michael said smiling at his friends.
"So what's up with everyone?" Lance said as they all made their way into the living room.
Michael and Paulo told them what had transpired in the last two days, Josh and Lance smiling and looking in wonder at Michael.
Michael blushed, both men feeling his usual reluctance at being admired.
"That was a beautiful thing you did for Timba and Cassi, Mikey." Josh said patting his knee.
"It was nothing that I wouldn't do for my friends." He said, not looking at anyone.
All the guys picked up on his quieting mood.
Paulo told them about Justin's coming out to the whole crew and their interview that evening.
Michael's brow furrowed a little, Lance catching it.
"Anything wrong, Mikey?" He said, Michael looking into his green eyes.
"Justin was having some doubts, but we talked it out. He's better now. He so wants to come out, but he's still a little worried about his career. I told him I'd be by his side no matter what happens. We're taking it slow, letting the public get used to me first."
Lance saw Michael's not liking that.
"So why does that bother you?"
"It's not that important to me, Lance. I'm not famous and a celebrity. I'm just me. I don't need to flaunt my relationship with him. I love Justin, not Justin Timberlake."
"But it's important to Justin." Lance put his hand on Michael's shoulder.
"Yes, that's why I'm doing it. He wants the world to know all about me. I couldn't care less if no one knows me."
"Well, my friend, you're wrong." Lance said, looking at Josh, Josh nodding.
"Josh and I've talked about this, Michael. We want to be honest with you."
Michael looked at both of them.
"Alright, please be honest with me."
Josh got up, sitting down on the other side of Michael.
"You are the most giving, loving, good person that either of us have ever met, Michael. Since the first day I met you, you have been that way. And it's amazed me." Josh said, smiling at him.
"Everyone has commented on it, Michael. You undying love for others."
"It's just me, Lance. It's the way I've always been."
"Yes, Michael. It's you. That's what Justin is trying and wanting to show off. He wants the world to see you, the real you. The kind, giving, loving man. The man he fell in love with. The man we all love. We all see it, and if Justin has his way, the world will see it too."
Michael nodded his head slowly, still wrestling with this concept.
Lance looked at Paulo, Paulo sensing them wanting him to speak.
"Mikey, Lance and Josh are right. You are goodness at its most giving. In all the time I've known you, I've never heard you speak bad about anyone. Even those that want to hurt you. Knowing Justin, he will bring that up tonight. Your goodness and caring heart. Let him show the world the real you, Michael. That's all we're saying. If everyone knew you like we know you, they'd all see that Justin is well taken care of, and all those doubts he has would disappear. That's what he's wanting to do, Michael. He wants to make the world see the real you, the you that he loves."
Michael looked at Paulo, sensing the truth in his words.
"Well, looks like the world is about to meet the real Michaelangelo Augustus Tavarro." Michael smiled.
"God help them all. He's one twisted bastard." Josh said.
Michael started laughing loudly, everyone joining in.
They relaxed again, Paulo telling Josh and Lance about his date with Jake.
Michael sat back smiling at his brother, seeing his friends sensing Paulo's newfound love.
Lance and Josh both hugged him.
They chatted for a while, Michael telling them about the party tomorrow night. He invited both of them, both agreeing to help Michael shop for stuff.
The four spent the morning together, hitting the malls, picking up party supplies, food and refreshments. As well as extra chairs, tables and miscelleaneous items.
Lance and Josh said they'd watch the show and meet them back at the house after.
By three o'clock Michael and Paulo had arrived down at the arena.
They were ushered into the arena, Michael walking in as Justin was just beginning to sing "Another Song."
Michael sat down quietly, Justin looking at him as he played the piano.
Michael felt Justin's voice entering his soul, his eyes sinking into his heart.
Justin sang the whole song, looking directly at Michael, Michael's gaze staring back.
Timbaland as well as others saw the deep connection the two had, and how it was drawing the depth of Justin's soul into his beautiful voice.
Timbaland smiled. Justin had found his muse.
Michael was indeed his inspiration.
Timbaland thought that Justin would make some amazing music in the future, with Michael by his side to set his soul on fire.
The song ended, Timbaland telling Justin to take a break.
Justin jumped off the stage, jumping into Michael's lap.
Their lips met, Lonnie and Paulo smiling and stepping away from the two.
"Mmmm, that's what I've needed all day. " Michael purred.
"There's a closet at the end of the hallway if you need more, lover." Justin licking his lips.
"Yummy, trapped in a closet with Justin Timberlake. Every gay man's dream come true."
Justin laughed.
"Every gay man's dream cum true."
Michael laughed, looking into Justin's blue eyes.
"Sit down beside me, love, we need to talk."
Justin smiled sitting in the sit beside him.
"Yes, my love. What's on your mind."
"I talked to Lance and Josh, or actually, they talked to me. They made me realize what you're doing."
Justin looked at him with concern.
"What I'm doing?"
"Yes, Jus. You're wanting to show the world the real me. The kind, caring, loving, giving man that I am. You want them to see me as I really am, so that maybe they could see you as the man you are. And why you love me. Then maybe they'll accept us as a couple. Am I right?"
Justin nodded, smiling shyly at Michael.
"Is that bad, Mico?"
Michael kissed Justin on the lips.
"No, Justin. There's nothing bad about that. I didn't see it in that way, I'm sorry. I've always been a free spirit, I've never cared what people thought of me. That's why I always blended into the background, I felt the real me wasn't worth knowing. I was wrong, Jus. I now see that you're proud of me, that you want the world to see what I mean to you. And I've never been more proud of you, of your love for me. I love you, Jus. Let's show the world together the deep love we have."
Justin practically beamed, kissing Michael deeply.
Timbaland walked over seeing Justin's smiling face.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything, guys."
"Oh, god. Thank you, Tim. I was trying to fight this love machine off. He's all hands. I could use your help." Michael smiled, Justin seeing the laughter in his eyes.
Timbaland laughed.
"Hey, Mikey. I know better than to come between Justin and his food."
Justin laughed loudly, Michael laughing with him.
"Got that right. This man is the food that nourishes my soul."
Justin kissing him again, Timbaland smiling at Justin's openness.
"Jus told me about the interview, Mikey. We're all going to watch it tonight at my place, all the crew. We're gunning for ya, guys."
"It's just an interview, Timba. It's not like I'm coming out on live television." Justin smiled.
"We know, Justin. But its the first step. The first time the world gets to see this special man, and what he means to you."
Michael smiled, hugging Timba.
Justin and Timbaland went back to work, Michael, Lonnie and Paulo relaxing and watching them rehearse.
MIchael lay back looking up at the stage, his eyes looking up higher.
He felt the air coming from the large air conditioners above the stage.
Something unsettling crossed his mind, like a ghost walking into his thoughts.
He shrugged his shoulders, looking again at Justin singing.
This was their last rehearsal. The crew taking tomorrow off and then heading to San Diego on sunday morning.
Justin's first show was in San Diego.
They wouldn't be coming back to this arena for another week.
That suited Michael, he felt an unease about this place, a sense of danger.
He shrugged it off. His senses were heightened, he's keep his man safe.
They rehearsed until six, the group finally feeling everything had fallen into place.
Timbaland let everyone go, hugging Michael one last time.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow night at your place." He smiled.
"Sure thing, Tim." Michael hugged him again.
Michael and Justin climbed into the SUV's back seat, Paulo driving with Lonnie riding shotgun.
"Lets grab a quick bite, then we'll go to the studio for the interview. We have to be there for seven." Justin said, snuggling against Michael.
Michael sighed, still unsure about the spotlight being thrust into his face.
But looking at Justin beside him, seeing the contented face, sent Michael's heart racing.
Justin loved him, and wanted the world to see him beside him.
Lets hope the world is ready for me, Michael thought.
They arrived at the studio promptly at seven, Michael and Justin being guided into a dressing room.
Chairs were set up for them, a makeup artist on hand to apply their makeup.
Justin jumped into a chair, Michael seeing that he was well used to the treatment.
Justin relaxed at the lady applied his makeup.
Michael waited his turn, Justin finally finishing and letting Michael sit down.
Michael felt uncomfortable letting the woman apply the makeup, Michael feeling like a doll. The makeup made him look pasty.
"Relax, Mico. Its so the glare off the lights don't make your head shine."
"Okay, Jus. If you say so. What do they do when your head swells."
Justin laughed, seeing Michael's forced humor.
"They send a prick in to bust it."
Michael started laughing, Justin seeing his smile relaxing him.
The lady quickly finished, the two men relaxing in the dressing room.
Shortly the door opened and Michael stood as Larry King walked in.
"Justin, my young friend. So glad to see you, and to see you're alright. I heard about the trouble in Chicago. This must be Michael Tavarro. The hero. So nice to meet you. Read your book, simply fascinating."
"Thank you, Mr. King."
"Please, call me Larry, everyone does. Now, we need to discuss what we'll talk about tonight. Okay, guys?"
"Sure Larry. How do you want to do this?" Justin said leaning forward.
They chatted for a bit, Larry telling them how he would structure the show. Half and hour talking about Justin's tour, then Michael's new friendship. Then twenty minutes with viewer calls, then ten minutes for final thoughts.
Larry asked if any subject was taboo.
Justin looked at Michael, Michael nodding.
"The only thing that's taboo is my personal life, Larry." Justin said.
"How about yours, Michael."
"What personal life?" Michael smirked.
Larry laughed.
"Man this guys a card." He smiled.
"Okay, guys. I'm off. See you in about half an hour. Relax and have a drink. We'll see each other shortly."
Larry left, Lonnie and Paulo relaxing on a couch.
"Justin ,why did you say that to him. He took that as a sign that you had a personal life. He could throw that back at you."
"Larry's not the type of interviewer, Mico. He respects the guest's privacy. That's why he's been on television for fifty years. People respect his ethics."
Michael smiled, seeing Justin's calming posture.
Shortly they were greeted by a producer who guided them onto the Larry King Live set.
Michael was surprised at how open it looked. On television it looked more cozy and intimate.
They sat down at the large desk, Justin on Larry's left, Michael facing Larry.
Larry came from off camera, sitting down in his chair.
He shook both men's hands, wishing them a good show.
Michael looked at Justin, Justin picking up on his sudden nerves.
"Relax, my love. I'm here beside you, my love will calm you." Justin said to Michael in his mind.
They heard the music coming on and the camera zooming in on Larry's face.
"Good evening everyone, our guests tonight are Justin Timberlake, heartthrob and musician extraordinaire, and Michael Tavarro, a Chicago hero, who save Justin's life in a horrific gun battle in a downtown Chicago hospital. And your calls as well."
The other camera zoomed in on Michael and Justin, both men smiling.
The music cued again, Larry smiling at both of them.
"My guests tonight are Justin Timberlake, pop's crown prince and his good friend Michael Tavarro, america's top selling author, author of Daniel's Mission, number one on the best sellers lists across the nation. Justin, welcome back to the show."
"Thanks, Larry, good to be back. It's been a while."
"Yes, almost three years. What's taken place in your life since then."
Michael relaxed listening to Justin talk about his career, and his music.
"That's great Justin. This new tour sounds like a real money maker. You're on the top of your game, the top of the music industry. All that almost came to a tragic end a short eleven days ago."
"Yes Larry, god and his kind love were looking out for me that day. God sent me an angel, this wonderful man sitting beside me."
"Yes, this young man saved you that day, didn't you, Michael?"
The camera zoomed onto Michael's face, Justin seeing something surprising. Michael looked totally relaxed.
"I did what I saw needed to be done, Larry. I saw two men with guns about to kill three of my close friends. I had to do something."
"Tell us what happened, both of you. We'd like to hear it from both of you."
"Well, Larry, first you should know how we met."Justin grinned.
Michael shook his head, laughing.
"God, Jus. Not that boring story again."
Larry laughed seeing the friendship between these two men.
Justin told him about the party, Justin knocking Michael unconscious.
"That's right ladies, Justin Timberlake really does floor people. He's that big a star." Michael smirked.
Justin blushed, Larry laughed.
Justin went on talking about Michael and his budding friendship. He told them about the mall incident, Michael rescuing Christina and Becky.
"You really are a hero, Michael."
"No, Larry. I'm a man who saw people in trouble, reacting to the situation in the only way I knew how. By not standing still and letting it happen. We all have that capability in ourselves, we just have to use it."
"Profound words. After the break we'll talk about the gun battle, and what really happened. Back after these messages."
The televison showed a clip of Justin on Saturday Night Live.
Larry leaned in.
"Michael, you are a unique man. Not many people would try to brush off hero status."
"I'm not like other men, Larry. I'm just too good hearted."
Larry looked at Michael not sure what to make of that comment. Justin just smiled.
"We're back with Justin Timberlake and his saviour, Michael Tavarro."
"Larry, I'm not a saviour. Jesus Christ is the only saviour that I know of." Michael smiled at him, Justin fought to hold in a laugh.
Paulo and Lonnie who were in the wings weren't as quiet. Their laughter could be heard on air.
"Well, Michael. You have one twisted sense of humor. "
"Thanks, Larry. It's why everyone likes me. I make people laugh."
Larry smiled.
"Okay, back to the hospital tragedy. You were visiting a friend at the hospital."
"Yes, Larry, Justin was there with me visiting our friend Vicky Martin. She'd been beaten badly by a man who was out to hurt me."
Justin looked shocked, not realizing that Michael would bring that part up.
"The man wanted to hurt you? Why? " Larry asked, suddenly interested in what Michael was talking about.
MIchael looked at Justin, Justin looking into his eyes.
"Do you really want to do this, Mico?" Justin said, in Michael's mind.
"Yes, Jus. To understand it all they need to know me."
Justin felt his love increase for this beautiful man.
"To understand all that happened that day, you need to know about the real me, Larry." Michael said, looking straight into the camera.
"I was an abused child. The man who I thought was my father, abused me physically and emotionally. He almost beat me to death. It turned out that he wasn't my father, but actually my uncle. He went to prison when I was eight, and my mother committed suicide when I was nine. I was raised by my loving grandmother, my goodness and respect coming from her."
Justin sat still listening to Michael tell the world his tragic past.
Larry was enthralled, never realizing the story he was listening to would be this emotional.
"That was a tragic early childhood, Michael. But what does it have to do with what happened in Chicago?"
Michael sighed, looking again into the camera.
"When I was nineteen, I was raped. By the man who I thought loved me. I'm gay, Larry. I don't hide that fact, never have. Justin knows it and still remains my good friend. I was physically tortured and raped by my boyfriend and two of his friends. They left me to die, to die in the gutter."
Michael looked like he was fighting deep emotions. Justin putting his hand on his shoulder.
"The man who attacked my friend Vicky and who tried to kill Justin in that garden was that same man, my former boyfriend."
Larry looked stunned.
"My god, that's unbelievable, Michael. That he followed you for all those years only now trying to hurt you."
Michael nodded slowly.
"But he was doing it under the instruction of my uncle. I know he's behind all this."
"To go through that much hardship and abuse and still go on, it says much for your courageous soul."
"Yes it does, Larry. Michael is goodness and courage at its greatest." Justin said, squeezing Michael's shoulder.
"Thank you, Justin. I never gave up, Larry. My soul always gave me the courage to go on. I put myself through college, I became a writer and I've worked hard to get where I am.
"Tell us what happened that day, at the hospital garden." Larry said, Michael now hearing deep concern in his voice.
"I walked out into the garden, Justin and Lonnie, his bodyguard, were waiting for me and my cousin Paulo. I saw the two men coming from different directions. Before anything could be done, the first gunman drew his weapon and fired two shots.
The first hit my cousin in his chest. The second hit me in my mid calf. I fell down beside my cousin, saw his revolver in his shoulder strap, pulled it out and fired. The bullet hit the first gunman in his chest. He fell backwards. He died from his wound."
Justin squeezed Michael's shoulder again, Michael feeling his calming love.
Michael had tears in his eyes while he went on.
"The second gunman kept coming. I saw him hit Justin's bodyguard, Lonnie, across the face, Lonnie falling backwards. Justin lay exposed, a sitting duck, the gunman was aiming right at him. I didn't think twice, I walked between him and Justin."
A complete silence descended on the studio.
"You sacrificed yourself for Justin's safety?" Larry said, shock in his voice.
"I wouldn't do any less for a friend."
The camera zoomed in on Justin's face, the world seeing tears in his eyes, then zooming in on Michael's face, seeing a calm and giving soul.
"The gunman fired two shots, one hitting my temple, the other entering my chest. I reacted with reflex and fired my gun. It hit his gun causing him to drop it. He ran off, the police still haven't found him."
"How did you survive such a wound, Michael?" Larry said.
"With god's love, Larry. With god's love. Three days later I woke up in the hospital, surrounded by everyone I cared about."
"Were you there, Justin?"
"I never left his side, Larry. What he did for me was beyond friendship. He saved me that day." Justin hugged Michael, Larry deeply moved by the bond these two men shared.
"Michael, what an amazing story. My heart and I'm sure all the hearts out there go out to you and your selfless act. To the world, my friend, you are indeed a hero."
Michael smiled, lowering his head.
"We'll be right back."
The cameraman cued the commercial lead in, staring at Michael.
Michael felt everyone staring at him.
"Michael, I'm in awe. What you did for Justin, what you did for your friends. It's unbelievable. You are a hero."
Michael didn't say anything, only feeling Justin's love.
Larry looked at Justin, seeing him watching Michael.
"You're an amazing man, Michael. I'm glad your here tonight, people need to see someone with such a selfless soul."
Michael smiled at Larry, liking the man immensely.
The cameraman cued them again.
"We're back, just having finished hearing Michael's amazing story. So, Michael the gunman is still at large? Who was the other man? The one that was killed."
Michael took a deep breath.
"The other man was Victor Ortez, he was the father of one of my dearest friends. Victor murdered his own son, my dear friend Daniel."
Larry just stared at him, not knowing what to say.
Michael calmly told Larry who Daniel was, what they'd shared together, his lost little brother.
"Michael, your book, Daniel's Mission, is it Daniel's story?"
"Larry, my novel is a combination of Daniel's and my own life experiences. I only hope people can get something positive out of it."
"Well, it's number one on the New York Time's best sellers list, and climbing on all the best sellers lists across the country. I strongly recommend people read it, just to learn more about you, Michael."
Michael smiled, Larry smiling back.
"We have our first caller. Caller you're on the air."
"Hi,Larry, my name is Marcus, I just wanted to ask Michael where he got the inspiration for his novel, I've read it like three times."
"Well, as I just explained it dealt with Daniel's and my own feelings. Daniel was my inspiration, and still is. Could I ask the viewer a question?"
Larry nodded.
"What have you gotten out of the book?"
Justin smiled seeing Michael's need to know what people thought of his writing.
"I feel I found inner peace, an acceptance of who I myself am. I need to focus on life's journey. I need to live life."
Michael smiled.
"That's exactly what I want people to know."
"Thank you caller. Next caller is a friend of yours Justin."
"Justin, Josh here."
"Joshy, how ya doing bud?"
"Doing good, Justin. Hi, Mikey."
Michael smiled. " Hi, Joshua."
"Larry, this guy is amazing. isn't he? All of Justin's friends and family have met him, and he's taken a place in all our hearts. His kindness and gentle spirit make him a remarkable man. I've called everyone today, Mikey, all Justin's family and friends, we all want to say something to you. I've been elected as their representative."
Michael felt his emotions coming to their edge. Justin felt Michael's feelings.
"We all want to say thank you, for being you. You've done things that only a caring, loving, sweet man would do. For all of us. Larry, you can't imagine some of the things this wonderful man can do. If people could only know him, for who he is, for what his large heart is capable of doing. We all love you, Michael. You're in our hearts and prayers."
Larry saw Michael was visibly upset, his emotions on edge.
"Those are beautiful sentiments, Joshua. Thank you, all of you." Michael smiled, tears in his eyes.
"Yes, JC, beautiful words for a wonderful man. Thanks for calling." Justin beamed, smiling at Michael.
"Thank you, JC. That was JC Chasez, everyone." Larry smiled.
"We have time for one more caller, caller you're on the air."
There was a moment of silence, then a voice filled the intercom.
"My name is Jackson Phillips. Hello Michael."
Michael's soul clenched, Justin not sure who this was.
"Paul?"
Justin's head went up staring at Michael.
"Paul is dead, Mikey. I'm the angel of vengeance."
Larry looked at Justin, then at Michael.
"Caller, who are you?"
"I am Michael's judgement. I am he who shall destroy him."
"Why are you doing this, Paul? Why did you try to kill my friends? It's me you want. Leave them alone. Is it because Fredrick is making you?"
"Don't talk such hatred of my saviour. He is my father, my lord."
Larry quickly realized who was talking.
"Michael, you don't have to listen to this man. He's put you through enough." Larry said, looking off camera, not sure what to do about this.
"It's alright, Larry. I want to know what he's doing. Paul, why do you want to hurt me?"
"I told you, my name is Jackson Phillips. Paul Richards is dead. You destroyed him with your evil ways."
"I destroyed him. He destroyed me. I loved him, I would have done anything for him, and he raped me, he used me like filth. How can you say I destroyed him."
"He used you because you are nothing. You've always been nothing."
"Your wrong, asshole. Mikey is everything, kindness, goodness and love. He's a better man than you've ever been." Justin said, Michael feeling Justin's deep growing anger.
"Larry I've had enough of this, cut that man off."
"No wait, please." Michael said, Justin looking at him.
"Jackson, I know everything. All about you and Uncle Fredrick. He's controlling you, he's using you to destroy me, to hurt me. Like he's hurt me all my life. Because he wants to see me suffer, suffer for who I am."
"You are a vile creature who must be destroyed. I'm the instrument of that destruction, Michael. I'm going to hurt you, physically, and emotionally. And I'm going to hurt those close to you. Starting with Justin."
"Let me get this straight, you're threatening Justin Timberlake and Michael Tavarro?" Larry said, staring at Michael.
"I am god's messenger, I will destroy all who have sinned against god."
Michael just shook his head, Larry seeing his deep hurt.
"I'll fight with my last heartbeat before I'll let you hurt anyone that I love." Michael said.
"I'll hold your heart in my hand when that last heartbeat comes, Michael. Because I'll have ripped it out of your chest."
"Thats enough from you, sir." Larry disconnecting the phone.
"I'm sorry, Michael. We didn't know who he was. We wouldn't have let him on if we'd known that."
"It's okay, Larry. It's done now. I thought I could reason with him, but you heard the hatred and anger in his soul. He's beyond redemption."
Michael lowered his head, Justin rubbing his shoulder.
"We'll be right back. " Larry said quietly.
Michael put his face in his hands, Justin putting his arm around him.
"I'm so sorry, Michael. We didn't know it was him. We'd never intentionally let something like that happen." Larry was saying patting his arm as Justin was hugging Michael.
"It's alright, Larry. You couldn't have know who he was." Justin said as Michael put his arms back down.
Larry and Justin both saw that Michael was a little shook up and upset.
"You okay, Mico?" Justin said in his mind.
"Yes, Jus. I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it here." Michael replied back, Justin sensing Michael wasn't okay.
"We're back in sixty seconds. " The producer said to Larry.
Justin and Michael slowly separated, Larry seeing Michael calming down.
"We're back with Michael Tavarro and Justin Timberlake. I want to apologize again to Michael, and our viewers for what happened with the last caller. We were totally unaware of the last caller's identity. This show does not take kindly to verbal threats against individuals such as Justin and Michael here. Again we apologize to both of you, it wasn't our intention for this to happen."
"Thank you, Larry. But there was no way for you to know his identity. He's trying to scare me, and I won't let him do that. And I won't let him hurt any of my friends again." Michael said, calmly looking into the camera.
"You have a lot of courage, Michael. I've always prided myself on remaining neutral in all my interviews, but you my friend deserve to be acknowledged as a courageous, strong, determined young man. I commend you on that."
Michael smiled at Larry, Justin looking at Michael.
"The police have been made aware of what's happened, Michael. This constitutes a threat against both of you, we'll try and help in any way we can."
"Thanks, Larry. But nothing can be done until he's found. And I sense that isn't going to happen soon."
Larry nodded, smiling at Michael, having genuine feelings for this remarkable man.
"We'll our time is almost up. I want to thank both of you for being here, I only wish it could have ended on a brighter note."
"Thank you, Larry. Thanks for showing Michael to the world. I hope everyone can see the caring, gifted man he is. A man I take great pride in calling a dear friend." Justin said smiling at Michael.
"Good luck on your upcoming tour, Justin. And on your book tour, Michael. I'm sure we won't be hearing the last from either of you. Next up ,CNN Reports. Good night."
The cameras flicked off, Michael sighing, Justin wrapping his arms around him again.
"You okay, Mico?"
"Let's go home, Jus. Let's just go home."
Larry stood up and shook their hands again, then hugging Michael.
"You take care my young friend."
"I will Larry, it's been a pleasure meeting you."
"It's been even more meeting you, Michael."
Justin and Michael walked out of the studio, Paulo and Lonnie walking in front and behind the two men.
Justin kept looking at Michael seeing his quiet mood.
They got into their vehicle, Lonnie driving now.
Paulo looked back at Michael, who remained quiet, Justin holding his hand.
"Man, Michael. That bastard has some nerve. I want to get that fuck so much!"
"I'd just as soon not talk about it, Paulo."
Michael didn't say anything more, turning and looking out the window.
Paulo looked at Justin, Justin just shaking his head.
They drove home in silence, everyone sensing Michael didn't want to talk just yet.
What they didn't know was Michael was disappointed.
In himself.
For his own failure.
End of Chapter 64
That was a longer one, but I had to see it through.
Seems Paul isn't giving up.
Will Michael and Justin be okay?
What does Michael feel he's failed at?
Lots more coming up, including some troubling waters.
Keep the faith.
Angel.