PG-13. Implied slash, crossover and giggly goodness.
When the chair across from him was suddenly pulled out Justin didn't even raise his head. It was, after all, a busy coffee shop. And he didn't really want to make a big deal of it and get recognized. Besides, Jules had sent out a new chapter of her fic and he wanted to read it without getting caught (or let anyone know that he a) read fanfiction, b) read fanfiction about himself, or c) read slash fanfiction about himself).
However, when the chair wasn't dragged away to another table but was, instead, turned around and a large body sat down in it, leaning against the back of the chair as it scraped along the edge of the table, Justin's head rose quickly.
"Well, it if isn't Snotty Cootiemouth," Nick grinned at him. "What you reading?"
Gulp. The last person he wanted to be caught reading fanfiction by was a Backstreet Boy. And that Backstreet Boy in particular.
After all, he'd outsold Nick in the first week album sales, and had gotten a Grammy (or two) before him. But frankly, the only thing he wanted to beat Nick at was a footrace to a bed they would both be sharing (winner bottoms).
"Ah, hey Nick," he replied, shuffling the pages together quickly and shoving them quickly under the table. "What's up?"
"Nothing much," Nick replied. He had a smirk on his face. A smirk Justin really wanted to lick off his face...
Wait a minute.
Justin frowned. "What did you call me?"
"Snotty Cootiemouth," Nick grinned, taking a sip of his iced coffee. "It's this new thing."
Justin gestured for him to continue. "And?"
"Well, you take the second letter of your first name and then the second and fourth of your last name and you match them up with these words and then you get your new name. Saw it on some fan's website. Pretty whack, hunh?"
"You check out fan sites?" Justin asked with a light blush as he stuffed the sheaf of papers onto his chair, securing them with his butt. "Kind of lame, isn't that, yo?"
Nick snorted. "Yeah well, just recording gets boring. Might as well have some fun. And don't tell me you never do it. Anyway, I saw this thing and it cracked me up. You as 'Snotty Cootiemouth.' Damn funny."
Justin glared at him through narrowed eyes. "Yeah, so what was your name?"
Nick flushed and muttered something.
"Come again?"
"Buttercup Applesniffer," Nick said with a smirk.
Justin cracked up. "Okay, so mine is kind gross, but damn that one is damn funny."
"Is pretty sappy. But better than you, Snotty."
Justin rolled his eyes. "That's why you came over? To make fun of some name for me that you picked up off the internet?"
"Sort of. Came over to see if it was true. You know, that you were a 'cootiemouth.'"
Justin scowled. "Fuck you, Carter."
"Maybe later. I just figured I had some BSB cooties… and wanted to know if your mouth is interested." He smiled silkily at Justin as he threw his empty cup in the nearby trash can. "Score! Three points!" He turned back to Justin. "Anyway, you aren't so I guess I'll see you 'round."
Justin blinked at Nick's retreating back, his mind reeling from the sudden invitation. Then he gathered his papers and wallet quickly. If it took a stupid name to get him into Nick's bed… well, as cootie mouth by any other name is a Timberlake…