He wasn’t sleeping well. Hadn’t been sleeping well for a while, but he didn’t think anyone noticed, too many other things going on. He heard JC, then Chris leave the room and through the blanket hanging over the doorway, he heard Joey muttering to Lance.

Too many things going on.

He sat up, wanting to get away from what was going on next door, what he could hear through the blanket, because he didn’t know how much more he could take. He leaned back against the wall for a moment, eyes closed, head tipped back and wondering where it all changed. When he opened his eyes Pink was leaning against the wall across from him.

“Timberlake,” she said quietly.

He nodded.

She stood and jerked her head towards the door to the hallway. “You want?” she asked.

He followed.







She pressed him up against the wall and he had a few minutes to think that was weird before her mouth was on him, hot and wet and everything he’d been missing. He groaned when she pulled away.

“Will this be weird?” He felt her lips brush against his jaw as she spoke, and he shook his head.

“No,” he muttered, reaching for her again.

“Promise?”

“Yeah.” He pulled her too him again, felt her body against his until she pulled away again.

“Why are you here?” she asked, eyes locked with his.

“Why am I here?”

She waved a hand. “No. I mean, I get why you’re here. Why aren’t you with her?”

Justin didn’t want to break eye contact, didn’t want her to think she was a replacement, but he did. Not because he thought she was, but because he was worried she might be.

“She expects too much,” he said.

He felt her fingers slide between the buttons of his coverall. “I don’t expect anything,” she said. “I don’t want anything but this.”

He leaned over her, his hands at her waist and his body brushing hers. “Perfect,” he said.

She grinned.