"Shouldn't I be the one that's nervous?" JC asked with a chuckle, as he watched Justin fiddle with the cuff of his dark blue dress shirt and brown tie for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"I'm not nervous," Justin tried to play off, but didn't even believe himself. He led JC to the elevator of GQ's office, pressing the up button. As they waited for the elevator to reach the lobby, Josh gently put his hands on Justin's shoulders, turning him so they were face to face.

"You're going to do fine. Relax," He gently spoke, before looking down at the sleeve of Justin's arm. "Just make sure you keep your time covered. We don't want to look suspicious."

"Right, because the newbie randomly getting one of the richest people in New York to do a photo shoot isn't suspicious," The 23 year old laughed as the elevator dinged, and the steel metal doors opened. JC shrugged, stepping into the elevator and adjusting his own tie.

"I've seen stranger things," He said, watching as Justin pushed the number 17. Justin couldn't help but feel his heart flutter every time he realized how close he and JC were standing, and how much he felt like a teenager with a stupid crush. Sure, Justin wasn't lying when he said sex with JC was the best he'd ever had, but maybe that's all it was to Josh. Maybe him asking about his life and giving him clothes was his way of being polite. Maybe it was a rich thing. Oh god, was he overthinking everything? "Would you stop that?" Josh whispered into his ear, shaking the young man out of his thoughts.

"Stop what?" Justin questioned, turning to look at JC, confusion evident in his crystal blue eyes.

"Worrying so much."

"I'm sorry. I just - I never asked how much you wanted to be paid? How much do people get paid for photo shoots? 10 years? Or is that not enough? Fuck, maybe I'm not cut out for th-" Justin began to ramble out loud, and Josh shut him up by pressing his lips firmly against Justin's, backing him into the wall of the elevator. As they pulled away, Justin looked up at the man before him, dumbfounded. "Oh," He said, just as the elevator dinged. JC chuckled, placing a hand on his lower back, leading him out of the small space. Justin walked to his isolated office, putting his bag down on his desk and opening the window.

"Nice," Josh spoke politely, looking around the neatly decorated room. He smiled softly, seeing pictures of Justin with friends and family on the shelf near his computer. Justin was very minimalistic, JC observed, his only decorations pictures enclosed in dark brown wood frames, and a jar with pencils and pens, the same wooden tint.

"Hey, I thought I saw you walk - oh," Chris bursted into his friend's office, stopping mid-sentence when he saw JC. He turned back to Justin, a small smirk coming to his face when he saw his younger friend blushing. "Justin, why the hell is JC Chasez in your office?"

"Remember that whole, 'I'll explain later' thing before I left you last night? Yeah, it's later," He sheepishly spoke.

"You went home with JC Chasez? You had the best sex of your life with JC Chasez?" The older man questioned, shock on his face.

"Okay, thank you, Chris. I get it. I'm poor as fuck," Justin huffed.

"Were," JC spoke up for the first time, and Chris looked as if everything was finally making sense.

"That's where you got the 100 years!" He exclaimed.

"Yes, Detective Kirkpatrick. That's where I got the 100 years. Say it a little louder though, please. I don't think the entire floor heard you," Justin scoffed, beginning to empty his bag and placing the various paperwork he had for the upcoming project on his table.

"Sorry," Chris mumbled.

"It's cool, CK," The younger smiled at his friend and then at Josh, when he wrapped an arm around his waist. Chris looked at the two, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you sure this was just a hook up? You guys look like you're a little more than fuck buddies?" He asked, and there was Justin's blush again. JC chuckled.

"I'd like to be a little more than that. Justin's not like anyone I've ever met before," The raven haired male said.

"Tell me about it," Chris scoffed, teasing his best friend. "Britney'll be here soon."

"Great," Justin responded.

"Alright, J, I gotta head to the writers. I'll see you later."

"See ya at lunch?" The younger questioned, and Chris smiled.

"You bet. It was nice to meet you, JC," He said, seeing his hand still snaked around his best friend's waist.

"You too, Chris," JC responded, watching as the older man left the office before turning to Justin. "Britney?"

"The photographer," Justin replied simply, and JC nodded.

"Got it," The older man replied, and soon, a tall, blonde women knocked on Justin's opened door.

"Hi Mr. Timberlake," She spoke, still standing in the doorway. Justin smiled, walking towards her and shaking her hand.

"Call me Justin," He said politely.

"I got your email about starting a photo shoot today," The female said, and Justin nodded.

"Yeah. As you know, I'm the lead editor for the spring edition and I was hoping to do a photo shoot with the newest trends and stuff. So, I asked if JC would be willing to be in it," He said, bringing attention to the man standing next to him. Britney's brown eyes shifted, and when they landed on JC, they widened.

"Oh my God, you're JC Chasez," She spoke, star-struck. JC laughed, extending his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Britney," Josh spoke.

"How did you get JC to be part of the shoot? We've been trying for so long," She questioned.

"An old friend," Justin shrugged, not wanting to share every detail of his sexual life with everyone.

"I'm sure HR would like to hear about that. This is going to be an awesome edition, Justin," She said, her smile displaying her perfectly whitened teeth. "I booked the studio for us and called the stylist. I wasn't sure if you had a male or female model, so there's clothes for both there," She told him.

"Okay. You ready?" Justin asked, turning in JC's grasp and looking at him.

"Yeah," He replied, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the 23 year old's forehead. Justin blushed once more, figuring if JC didn't stop being so sweet, his cheeks would be permanently red. Britney looked on with curious eyes, but decided not to say anything. She didn't know Justin and only knew he was the new graphic editor, maybe he let all his friends kiss him on the head. Whether he did or not, it was none of her business. But she had to admit, damn, they looked good together.

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Justin bit his lip and tried to suppress a moan as he watched Josh pose for the camera, watching Britney praise him and exclaim that he was a natural. The 23 year old crossed his arms, unable to rip his eyes off of the man, not even aware he was staring. JC felt someone's eyes on him, and turned to look at Justin, winking when they made eye contact.

"Alright, JC. Let's break for 15 minutes so I can check these shots," She announced.

"Okay, perfect," He smiled, unbuttoning the white blazer he was wearing. He noticed Justin was still standing in the exact same position, his eyes still locked on the older man. Josh slowly walked towards Justin, stopping in front of him. "Hey," He said, a slight smirk on his face.

"Hi," Justin replied.

"Is your vision for this issue coming to life?" He questioned.

"I mean - yeah - you look great. I mean, this issue's going to be great - and - you look great too," He stammered, and JC chuckled.

"Thanks. I think you look great too, Justin," JC softly said, placing his hands on his waist.

"I'm just - I'm in the same thing."

"Yeah, I know," The 28 year old said. "I think I know how you can pay me for this photoshoot."

"Oh," Justin spoke, reaching to his sleeve and pulling it up, ready to give JC the time he requested. However, he felt the older man's hand gently pull his sleeve back down.

"I don't want time," He softly said.

"Then how do I pay you?"

"Go on a date with me," Josh said, and yep. There was going to be a permanent blush on Justin's face.

"Okay," He practically exclaimed, and JC chuckled.

"Okay. So - you wanna give me your number?"

"Shit, yeah," Justin fumbled, looking around for a piece of paper and pen. JC watched amusingly, gratefully taking the paper when the younger handed it to him. Britney walked over to the pair, smiling softly when she saw how content the two were with each other.

"You ready to continue, JC?" The blonde questioned.

"Yeah. I'm ready," Josh smiled, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Justin's cheek before heading back to the set. Britney turned to look at Justin, trying to stop her heart from racing a mile a minute. Justin was cute, but it was clear in some way or another, he was involved with JC. And hell, she'd just met him. She knew nothing about him. Was he bisexual, or was he gay? Why did she care? Sighing, she pulled the sleeve to her tan cardigan up, watching the seconds tick by. It'd taken her 3 years at GQ, but she finally felt comfortable with the amount of time she had. 10 years was safe. 10 years should have made her happy enough to mind her own business and not wonder how JC and Justin knew each other. But she couldn't help it.

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"Thanks again for doing this," Justin said as he skimmed over his tasks he needed to complete after lunch. JC adjusted the cuff on his black blazer, checking the clock once more. 2:30pm. He knew he needed to leave in order to be in time for his meeting, but he couldn't help but want to stay near Justin. He was completely infatuated with the man.

"It was no problem," He smiled. "I better get going."

"Yeah. I'll walk you out," The Memphis native softly smiled, his eyes never leaving Josh's until he was in front of him, leading the way to the elevator. Chris noticed the two walking by, and smirked at the look on Justin's face. His best friend was head over heels in love with JC Chasez. The JC Chasez. Soon, the pair made their way out of the elevator when it reached the lobby, and JC looked at the black SUV awaiting him, turning to Justin.

"So…" He started.

"So. I'm going to see you again, right?" He questioned, trying as best as he could to hide the desperation from his voice.

"Of course you're going to see me again. I wouldn't have showed up to your job if all I wanted was a quick fuck," JC chuckled, placing his hands on Justin's hips and pulling him closer to him.

"You'll call me?"

"Yes, Justin. I'll call you. Didn't we already have this talk about you worrying so much?"

"Sorry. It's just - I like you, Josh. I - I think this could really go somewhere," He breathed, trying to avoid eye contact by looking down at his brown dress shoes. However, Josh moved his hand from Justin's hip, guiding it until it was under his chin, lifting it so their eyes met.

"I like you too, Justin. I know this could go somewhere. I'll call you, okay? I promise."

"I'll be waiting by the phone."

"I'm sure you will," JC chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the 23 year old's forehead before slowly turning away and smiling at the driver that held the backseat door open for him. As the car pulled away, Justin focused on trying to get the butterflies out of his stomach.

"Leave it to me to fall in love with the richest man in New York," He thought to himself, not tearing his eyes from the SUV until it turned at an intersection, completing leaving his vision.