"Justin, you gotta stop with this, man," Chris Kirkpatrick spoke, looking at his best friend and coworker, Justin Timberlake. Justin sighed, as he pulled up the sleeve of his light blue dress shirt and looked at the seconds, and minutes ticking away on his arm. Where they lived, there was no such thing as money. Money was time. And once the time on your arm hit zero, you were dead. Justin had recently moved to New York after his mother timed out, leaving him with no parents. His father died when he was a child, and he and his mom were extremely close, so when she died, Justin made a promise to her. He was going to do everything he could to move on with his life and better himself, no matter how much time he had.

"I just - I'm doing everything right, Chris. I have a job. A good job. Fuck, I'm a graphic editor at GQ. I don't know how much more I can do. Yet, I still have only 3 days to my name," The 23 year old sighed, turning his head back to the glass of his vodka and coke, taking a sip.

"It might have something to do with your consistency with buying alcohol," The 33 year old teased, nudging his friend. When he didn't see a smile, he sighed. "Come on, J. You started at GQ 4 months ago. When you did, you had about an hour to your name. You spent all your time to move here. It takes time to build it back up," He tried to help, looking around the darkly lit bar they sat in.

"Yeah, time that I don't have," Justin scoffed. He looked around the bar, seeing couples dancing and grinding on one another, with no care in the world, just enjoying their time. His eyes then turned to the VIP section on the next level of the club, and noticed a tall, raven haired man, leaning over the railing and staring directly at him. Justin's breath hitched, taking in the man's black dress shirt and dress pants, and instantly deciding he was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen in his life. Justin slowly ripped his eyes away from the man, turning to Chris. "W-who's that?" He questioned, eyes turning back to the male who was no longer looking at him, but the group of people he was with. Chris followed his gaze, smirking when he saw where his friend was looking.

"JC Chasez. His family owns one of the biggest time banks in the country. He's rich," Chris said, sipping his gin and tonic. Justin sighed as he turned back to JC, blushing when their eyes met again.

"So basically, that means he'd never go for someone as broke as me," He mumbled. The two friends quietly sat and chatted with one another about their upcoming projects at work, and when they were going to get their much needed pay checks. But Justin couldn't help his mind from wandering to JC. He was so gorgeous, and Justin saw something in his eyes, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Justin?" Chris questioned, shaking his best friend out of his deep thoughts.

"Huh? Sorry, what?" The 23 year old responded, and Chris smirked.

"I asked if you were ready to go," He repeated.

"Oh. Uh - yeah," The younger of the two responded, running his hand through his short, light brown curls and standing up. "I - uhm - I gotta go to the washroom," He spoke.

"You want me to hold your hand or something?" Chris teased, seeing Justin roll his eyes. "I'm kidding. I'll be outside. I'll wait for you to call a cab," He said, putting a hand on Justin's shoulder before walking through the sea of people and out of Justin's vision. The truth was, he didn't exactly have to go to the restroom. He saw JC descend down the long staircase of the VIP section and head towards the direction of the washroom, and Justin felt a pull towards the man. He needed to see him face to face. He walked towards the restroom, and as he entered the empty corridor that lead there, his breath hitched. There he was. Leaning against the wall, one leg bent and resting against it, his arms folded. Almost like he was waiting for him. As Justin got a better look at JC, he realized that his initial thoughts of how beautiful he was, was an intense understatement. The only word that came to mind was perfection. He felt his heart flutter, and when he focused on JC again, he saw him smile smile and begin to walk towards him, Justin frozen in place.

"Hi," The man breathed. "I was hoping you'd find your way back here."

"H-hi," Justin stumbled, his mind racing a mile a minute, and JC chuckled, taking Justin's hand in his own and pressing it to his lips.

"I'm JC."

"Justin," He responded, unable to tear his gaze away from JC's cobalt eyes.

"Justin," JC repeated, smiling in approval. "Why have I never seen you here before?"

"I - uhm - I just moved here. From Memphis. To start a new job," Justin replied with the short summary of his recent months. Sure, JC was by far the most handsome man he'd ever laid eyes on, but he was still a stranger. He didn't need to know Justin's full story. Not yet.

"So, you don't know who I am?" JC questioned, his mouth slowly curling into a smirk as he slowly rolled up the sleeve of his black dress shirt, revealing that he had almost a million years. Justin inhaled slowly as he looked at the number, then back up to JC's face.

"No," The 23 year old responded, absentmindedly tugging on his own sleeve, making sure his time was hidden. JC noticed, and put a hand on Justin's, stopping him.

"I don't care how much time you have. I'm not like that. In fact, it's actually kind of nice to have someone who isn't bowing at my feet and begging for time," JC spoke, and Justin could see the sincerity in his eyes. Slowly, he pulled the blue fabric covering his forearm, showcasing 3 days, 4 hours, 21 minutes and 37 seconds, in a bright green glowing text. JC nodded at the number, and Justin felt some of his worries fade. "See, that wasn't so bad," He softly said, placing his forearm over Justin's and turning it before Justin could even realize what was happening.

"I don't want your time," He tried to protest, but JC wasn't letting go.

"I want you to have time. How am I supposed to get to know you if you have no time?" JC said, and Justin looked up, surprise in his crystal blue eyes.

"You want to get to know me?" He questioned, and JC lightly chuckled.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't have waited for you like an idiot back here if I didn't," JC responded, finally taking his forearm off of Justin's. Justin shifted his eyes to his arm, gasping at the text on his arm. 100 years. JC had just given Justin 100 years.

"JC -" He started, but was silenced when the older man put a finger to his lips.

"Sh. 100 years is nothing to me."

"But - you just met me. You barely know me," He tried to rebuttal, his voice silencing and his head lowering.

"But i'd like to. There's something about you, Justin. Something that intrigues me," He said, lifting his chin, and chuckled when he saw the other man blush. "Come home with me," He whispered, and Justin's eyes widened. "I just want -" He started, and before he could finish, Justin couldn't resist the urge to lean forward and press his lips to JC's, enveloping him in a kiss. JC was surprised, but melted into the kiss as Justin put his hands through JC's raven hair. Justin moaned as JC put his hands on his thighs, lifting him off the ground and allowing the slightly younger man to wrap his legs around his waist. The two pulled apart, Justin's blue orbs slowly opening, his hands still wrapped around JC's neck.

"Does that answer your question?" He asked, slightly out of breath. JC smiled, placing Justin back on the floor.

"It sure does. Just let me call my driver and we'll get out of here," He said, and Justin gasped.

"Shit! I forgot - my friend Chris - he's waiting for me outside. I told him I was going to the bathroom," Justin remembered, putting a hand on his face. JC chuckled, putting a hand on his lower back.

"That's not a problem. I'll call another driver for him," The raven haired male responded. "Go tell him. I'll wait here," He urged, gently pushing Justin towards the front door. As Justin's feet lead him through the crowded dance floor, he couldn't believe he was in the situation that he was. He wasn't typically the type to just willingly go home with someone he just met. But there was something about JC. Something that wouldn't allow him to say no or regulate his feelings. Sighing, he once again ran a hand through his curls, pushing the entrance door open and spotting Chris.

"Hey," He greeted, watching as his friend turned around with a smirk.

"Okay, do I even want to know why you took so long and why the hell you have the 'I'm about to get laid' look?" Chris smirked, crossing his arms.

"Shut it, Kirkpatrick. I - uhm - I called a car for you," He said, looking down, missing the look of amusement on Chris' face.

"You're calling me a car? Didn't you just complain about how much time you didn't have?" The elder questioned, his eyebrows mockingly raised.

"Can you just shut up? I'll explain later," He huffed, starting to get impatient with his best friend. An extremely hot man was waiting for him, and instead he was standing outside arguing. Chris' eyes shifted to Justin's forearm, and before the younger could protest, he grabbed his arm, pushing up the sleeve of his dress shirt and gasping at the number he saw.

"100 years?! Justin what the -" He exclaimed, and instantly, Justin's hand covered his mouth.

"Sh! Are you trying to get me killed?!" He spat, waiting for Chris to calm down before removing his hand. If anyone knew how much time he had, he'd be a target. People would do anything for time around their area.

"Sorry, J. But where the hell did you get 100 years?!" He exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

"Look, I told you I'd explain later. I gotta go," Justin responded, turning away from Chris and heading back into the club. He walked to the bathroom corridor as fast as his legs would let him, smiling when he saw JC still waiting there, his cell phone pressed to his ear.

"Okay. We'll be right out. Thank you," JC said, his eyes glued to Justin's as he ended the call. "Hey."

"Hey," Justin blushed.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah. I'm ready," He said, nervously rubbing his hands together. He couldn't believe he was going home with someone he'd just met. Not to mention someone with a million years to their name. Justin was shaken out of his thoughts when JC placed a kind hand on his arm.

"Hey. You don't need to be nervous, Justin," JC's said, and as Justin looked in his eyes, he saw the honesty apparent and smiled.

"Okay. Let's go," He responded, allowing himself to be led out of the crowded club.