THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Jaime Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com /~bbp Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. ONE Justin Randall Timberlake sighed miserably and pulled his knees to his chin, wishing to goddamned hell that the cold would go away. The silence of the deserted bus depot was slowly wrecking havoc on his nerves, making him fear for his safety. Once, he had thought himself fearless and invincible, a seventeen-year old kid with nothing to fear. Now, he was aware that the dark could hide any number of predators that preyed on fools like him. Shifting his numbed legs so that he could at least get some blood circulating to his lower extremities, Just wondered what happened to the bus. The ticket was like a lead in his shirt pocket, he never for a second forgetting its presence. It was this ticket that would take him and all his worldly possessions - a knapsack with his clothes and a wallet with fifteen dollars, a few photos of him and his stepbrother Jaime-Robbie Reyne, and memories of the good times he had with his stepbrother. When he planned to leave, he had rather foolishly considered leaving a dramatic note to Jimmy Rob, as he called his stepbrother, revealing how much unbrotherly-like feelings Just had secretly harbored for Jimmy Rob. Jimmy Rob was the school football and swim team captain, a king of cool as far as Just and everyone at their school considered, but Jimmy Rob was more than a cute guy to Just. Jimmy Rob was Just's big brother, best friend, and protector. It was Jimmy Rob that patiently stood by and encouraged Just to try walking again after an accident that left Just temporarily paralyzed from waist down when Just was nine. Just, on Jimmy Rob's encouragement and support, took up gymnastics seriously. Just found a serious hobby he could channel his restlessness into and if he wasn't in juvenile detention by the time he was thirteen, it was Jimmy Rob that made him what he was today. The only secret Just kept from Jimmy Rob and his family was Just's sexuality. By the time he was fourteen, Just knew that he lusted after men and was a regular at the seedy bathrooms and adult movie theatres in town, where he learned to use his boyish looks and slender, muscular frame to enjoy every pleasure his body could feel and receive. As his sexual appetite became more and more voracious, he couldn't overlook the fact that Jimmy Rob made him feel lust that was far more devastatingly acute than any of his feelings for his temporary lovers. It wasn't that Jimmy Rob was handsome - he wasn't, Jimmy Rob was an ordinary looking guy whose face hadn't any particularly attractive and distinguishing feature. What made Jimmy Rob popular with the girls was his solid reliability. He was a player that changed his girlfriends so regularly that Just couldn't keep count if he wanted to, but when one received his transient affections, Jimmy Rob could make this person feel like a god. And Just had felt like a god for as long as he could remember since the Reynes adopted him when he was a five-year-old wild kid Social Services had given up on. Just tried to banish his memories. There was no going back now. He had burned his bridges the moment he left the only home he knew. How could he go back? He could blame Jimmy Rob's four football teammates, he supposed. Those motherfuckers caught Just leaving a gay adult theatre three weeks ago and correctly guessed what Just did in the darkness of the theatre. Just used his fists and legs and fought back as hard as he could, but the four fuckers managed to overpower him and put him through four hours of pure hell as they dragged him to a deserted field and took turns beating and raping him until he prayed for death to release him from the degradation and agony he was experiencing. He didn't know how Jimmy Rob found him, but once Just wept and told his stepbrother what happened, Jimmy Rob immediately hopped on his father's truck and drove over to the house where the four fuckers were getting high together. With a crowbar, Jimmy Rob proceeded to beat the shit out of them. He would have killed them if the sheriff hadn't intervened. Now, Jimmy Rob was expelled from school just two months before he graduated, his chances at a football scholarship shot straight to hell, every friend of his had abandoned him, and the many bigoted people that lived in their town of Gentry started treating the Reynes like town pariahs. When Just watched as their long-time friends and neighbors began shunning his adopted family, he realized that it was his fault that he had destroyed the lives of his family. He should have kept his raging lust in control, maybe he shouldn't have told Jimmy Rob - so many maybes and should- haves. Either way, he knew he had no choice but to leave the only family he knew and loved. Leaving Mom and Dad were hard enough, but it was leaving Jimmy Rob and his gentle, sober presence in his life that was the hardest to bear. "I'm so sorry, Jimmy Rob," Just whispered as he rubbed angrily at his eyes. Damn these thoughts. Stop thinking of Jimmy Rob, he told himself. Jimmy Rob would never be what Just wanted him to be. That man was fucking straight, and besides, how could Jimmy Rob even bear to stand Just after what Just did to his life? Jimmy Rob talked about leaving Gentry often enough. Just had destroyed his chances at doing so. "Just?" Just looked up and wiped away at his tears as he gazed in disbelief at Jimmy Rob walking up to him. Was he dreaming? No, it was really his beloved stepbrother. "You're under house detention," Just told him, remembering Sheriff Lowder's harsh orders. "You're still weak and you should be resting at home," Jimmy Rob said. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked harshly. "Are you running away from us after what we have done for you?" What? Just gazed at Jimmy Rob in bewilderment. "I ruined your life, Jimmy Rob. I don't want people to hate our family, so I must go away. That's the only way I can make amends for the problems I caused." "Bullshit," his stepbrother said. He stood before Just and his expression was dark and forbidding. Just had never seen Jimmy Rob looking this furious before and he couldn't help but to push himself back along the bench a few inches. "You are my family, Just," Jimmy Rob continued. "I take care of my family. What I did has nothing to do with you. No, I don't hate you, Just. I don't blame you." "I should have been normal like everyone else," Just told him bitterly. "Oh? Who says you aren't normal? You have two eyes, a nose, a mouth, yup, you look like a normal guy alright." In a gentler, more teasing tone, Jimmy Rob told Just, "I don't hate you for being gay. Mom and Dad don't either. And what you did... well, sneaking around those places wasn't smart, but I sneaked around too to fuck around and I wasn't smart myself either." He reached out and wiped away a tear falling down Just's cheek with his thumb. "Let me be responsible for my actions, Just." "I love you," Just said. It wasn't wise, perhaps, but he had to say it. It was the most natural thing to say to Jimmy Rob. "Yeah, and I love you too," Jimmy Rob said. "You're my best friend." At that answer, there was a little twinge of disappointment in his heart, one that he was used to feeling every time he had to force himself to realize that Jimmy Rob loving him back the way he so desperately loved that young man would always be a very bittersweet fantasy. "You don't believe me?" Jimmy Rob said, misreading Just's expression. "Where shall I start? How about you making me laugh when no one else can? Really, really laugh, I mean, like when you will tell me those outrageously rude things about everyone in town and make fun of how serious I am. I can count on you to make me see things in a different way. When I broke my leg and had to skip out on that big tryout last year, remember? We watched TV all night together and you made me laugh so hard when you made fun of all the stereotypes and cliches in those movies. I laughed so hard that Dad yelled at me to shut up because the neighbors were complaining. That's why you are my best friend, Just. You make life less serious for me, and I don't get so mad at myself when I can't succeed always like I wanted to." Oh, when Just was old and had nothing to dream about, he would remember Jimmy Rob's words and die without regrets. These words were enough - he had no right for anything more, right? But they were enough for him, and he threw his arms around his stepbrother and embraced him hard in a meagre expression of his gratitude. "Jimmy Rob," he sobbed. "You are so good... too good for me." "Don't say that, you dumb fuck," Jimmy Rob said, his voice a little strained, as he tightened his muscular arms around Just's torso. "I love you so much," Just echoed, "so, so much." They both froze as they heard the bus pulling into the depot. "Don't leave," Jimmy Rob whispered, breaking the embrace to look pleadingly at Just. His eyes were so bleak, so beautiful, Just couldn't bear to look at them. "Please." Just wanted to ease the pain Jimmy Rob was feeling. Without really thinking, he did what felt natural and right. He hesitantly brought his head forward a little, but his hesitance melted when his lips touched Jimmy Rob's. With a soft moan of need, he kissed the other young man. Please, open, he begged silently as he coaxed Jimmy Rob's lips with the brushing of his own lips against Jimmy Rob's, often pausing to let the tip of his tongue trace the contour of Jimmy Rob's lips. After a heartbeat, Jimmy Rob was kissing him back. Just almost died from shock when he realized that Jimmy Rob's tongue was in his mouth and erotically rubbing against Just's. He was dreaming - he had to be dreaming. And he prayed he would never wake up from this dream. TWO Just moaned in delight when Jimmy Rob thrust his thick cock through Just's tight anal pucker with a roar. "Tight, so fucking tight," Jimmy Rob growled as he kneaded Just's buttcheeks, staring at the sight of his cock embedded to the hilt in his stepbrother's tight and hairy asshole. "Jesus," he whispered, withdrawing slightly, and closed his eyes briefly at the indescribably pleasurable sensation of Just's muscular ass clenching around the rigid shaft of his penis like a vise in protest of his withdrawal. "Fuck me, Jimmy Rob," Just said in impatience. "Come on, prove to me the rumors about your fucking skills." Just gasped when Jimmy Rob thrust savagely deep and then withdrew steadily, and his breathing began coming in short bursts when Jimmy Rob proceeded to ravish his bubble butt mercilessly. The pain was overriding Just's senses, accentuating the fiery explosions of pleasure from his abused prostate as it swelled under Jimmy Rob's savage pistoning of his muscular thighs. "Oh, oh, oh," Just chanted breathlessly as his entire body seemed to be on the verge of exploding to pieces - the pleasure was so potent. No one had fucked him like this, no one came even close! Just thought he could feel every imprint of the thickened ridges of the veins on Jimmy Rob's obscenely large dick burning on the walls of his anus, hell, Jimmy Rob filled him so completely to bursting point that he prayed his stepbrother wouldn't poke a hole against the roof of Just's rectum with the man's increasingly brutal thrusts. He could only gripped onto the sheets of the motel room bed and rammed his butt hard against Jimmy Rob's crotch each time the man thrust deep, clenching his ass so that he could squeeze every drop of precum from his stepbrother's fat cock. And Just threw his head back and screamed when his orgasm seized hold and spread like wildfire from his gloriously abused prostate to every nerve of his body, his entire body shuddering from the powerful flood of glorious, delicious sensations of pleasure washing over him. It lasted like forever, Just lost in his personal climax, until he collapsed and Jimmy Rob had to hold his hips up even as he collapsed on his face onto the bed. "I'm not done yet," Jimmy Rob growled. "Please, I can't take it. My ass is on fire. Let me suck you off instead," Just begged. Jimmy Rob reluctantly withdrew. After a slow kiss with Just, he moved to straddle Just's face and thrust his cock into Just's mouth. This time, Jimmy Rob was the one to beg for mercy as Just began demonstrating why he was the favorite twink of the regulars in the glory hole haunts of Gentry. As their sweat-slicked bodies cooled under the whirring fan hours later after they had extinguished for now their passion, Just finally looked at Jimmy Rob and smiled. Jimmy Rob smiled back, his hand pushing back a stray curl from Just's forehead. Outside, it was almost dawn. "What have we done?" Just asked aloud. "I don't know, but I don't mind doing it again," Jimmy Rob said. "Are you okay?" Just asked, concerned. It wasn't everyday that one's dreams came true and his stepbrother fucked the shit out of him. "You want to talk about what we have just done?" "I don't know. I've always thought I'm straight. Maybe I'm bisexual. I don't know." Jimmy Rob kissed Just's shoulder. "But I'm serious when I said I love you and I want to do this again. Who knows? Maybe love doesn't care about labels. Maybe what we did was right and there's no point worrying about it." "You're amazing. It took me a long time to get used to the idea of being gay," said Just. "I still hated myself sometimes, wishing that I could be straight. That was because I love you so much, Jimmy Rob, and it hurt like hell knowing we could never meant to be..." "Never? You have me, Just. I've come in your mouth and three more times up your ass after. If all that didn't count as me fucking you, how else can I have you?" Jimmy Rob teased. "Do you want me to get on my knees and declare my love to you? Buy you a car?" Just chuckled and pushed at his stepbrother's chest playfully. "Run away with me," he urged Jimmy Rob. "We'll tell Mom and Dad goodbye and move to somewhere else where we can both live together without worrying about other people hating us. We'll rent a place, I'll work the night shift at 7-11, and you'll drop by at three in the morning and we'll eat dinner on the house." Jimmy Rob laughed. "You always puts things in a way that makes me laugh," he said finally. "But let's talk about us later. We'll have to get back before our parents realize we're missing." "You're always the sensible one," Just said in a mock grumbling tone. "Someone has to be," Jimmy Rob said gently. "Now let's fuck one more time before we leave." Just didn't have to be asked twice. "Oops," Just said when they walked in later that morning and found their parents seated in the living room with two strangers, waiting for them. "Hi, Mom, Dad," he said. "What - oh, hi Mom, Dad," Jimmy Rob said when he walked in behind Just. All eyes focused on Just and Jimmy Rob's clasped hands. Just nervously tried to pull his hand away, but Jimmy Rob held him firm in his grip. How like his clear-headed stepbrother to refuse to even budge or be discreet in what he thought was a right thing. "We can explain," Just said, and laughed when Jimmy Rob said the same thing at the same time. "Later," their father said with a stern scowl. "Come meet these two gentlemen - Mr Baker - " "Call me Simon, please," the curly-haired man with startlingly beautiful if melancholic eyes said. "And this is my close friend Colin," he said, nodding at the other man, who was dark-haired, dark-eyed, dangerous-looking. "I'm a lawyer." He pushed the business card on the table towards Just and Jimmy Rob. "And I happened to hear about your situation, and I wonder if you would like me to represent you." "We can't afford you," Jimmy Rob said. "That's okay," Colin spoke up. "Simon sometimes take on a few cases that caught his fancy. I'll pay for the expenses." "Why?" Just asked warily. "Because I know what it's like to be in your shoes, Mr Timberlake," Simon said, "and it will be my pleasure to help you receive some compensation in this situation. Colin will pay for my services because he has more money than he can spend, ill-begotten money that he is putting to good use for once - " Simon smiled at what seemed like a private joke - "and also because he will do anything for me. Won't you, Colin?" "Damn straight," Colin said with a grin. "So, you want him to help you or no?" "What do you want to do?" Just asked. "Well, I can represent your stepbrother - and lover, I guess, seeing how the two of you seemed to be glowing when you walked in just now - when he's due at court, and once we have resolved that mess, we will sue the school and the sheriff for letting those fuckers get at you and for damages as well," Simon said. "I don't know," Jimmy Rob started to say. "You're fucked anyway, may as well let Simon do what he can to help you out," Colin said bluntly. "He's one of the best. He has successfully sued and won cases that they said he would never win. I'm paying for him so you don't have to pay a single cent. And we are doing this because we are two gay men caught in a moment of sentimental magnanimity. You won't get a second chance if you say no to us now. So what say you? Yes or no?" "Yes," Just said quickly. "He's right, Jimmy Rob," he told his stepbrother. "We could use the money if we are going to start a new life somewhere else together." "So be it," Jimmy Rob said with a shrug. Simon Baker flashed an enigmatic smile as he rose to his feet. He offered his hand, and Just shook it. "I think I'm going to be a lawyer like you," Just told Simon. "Stick to corporate law. Criminal law doesn't pay," was Simon's answer. "Simon managed to get Jimmy Rob three months in juvenile court and Jimmy Rob got out one month later on good behavior," Justin Timberlake said. "And two months later, Simon got me and my family five million dollars in settlement. The bulk of the money goes to both our college fees and the rest we poured into what we hope are wise investments." He waited until the chuckles subsided. "And five years later, here I am. So that's my admittedly very sanitized story, really (I leave out all the violent and sexy parts, but you can get me drunk afterwards and encourage me to tell all). I can't say for sure that I am in any way deserving of this award, but I owe being where I am to, of course, Simon for showing me the money and helping me out when I moved to his neighborhood - which I'm sure he's not too happy about - and pestering him about how I'm going to be just like him when I grow up. He says I have the bigger knack for bullshit than he is already, which is of course, the best compliment I can receive." Simon laughed and buried his face in his hand as the audience again erupted into laughter. "But what the hell, if you think I am the worthy receipient of the Wayne M Lee Endowed Book Award, the Thomas Jefferson Prize, the Robert R Kaplan International Financial Law Award, and the Hermann Prize despite my irreverent facade and my often radical views that have the poor administrative folks at our beloved college lamenting my viewpoints, I'll take all I can get. And if you guys still believe me when I say I am still the same old me and you aren't jealous enough of me, I will be at the usual place and all drinks and food will be on me." With a wink at the proud man standing at the corner at the end of the hall, he smiled and saluted at the hoots and applause, and stepped off the stage.