SMUT. Justin Bieber catches feelings for his new male bodyguard. (boyxboy)
Timeperiod set to around 2015-2019.
Not oneshots.
(The bodyguard-dude is just made up, its not Kenny or Mikey or sum like irl)
**THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTIONAL AND MADE UP...
"Justin, you brought this upon youself. You both knew this was wrong and-"
I cut him off: "Scooter, I'll fire you if you try to get between Michael and I".
"Let's be real now, you would never fire me"
"Try me", I said and smirked. I mean, he was right, but I wouldn't admit that.
My manager simply sighed, then said "I knew it was a bad idea to let you choose your own bodyguard. But fine, he can stay. But we need to have a talk about how we are going to keep this hidden from the world. If something like this becomes known to the public, I can't even begin to imagine what could happen to your career...".
"I know, I know. We would obviously never do something like that out in public", I explained, slightly annoyed.
"It isn't just the public you guys need to hide it from, but everyone else other than us three. It only takes one snitching employee to blow this thing up. Your Purpose-tour is coming up very soon, and keeping this thing a secret from the rest of the crew will be a challenge. You won't have privacy anywhere on the bus. Sure, some rooms can be locked, but almost everyone has keys to those anyways. Someone is bound to notice something off about you guys if the both of you are not being very careful all the time"
"Scooter, I can assure you that no one will find out. You're forgetting who I am, I'm the master of hiding, see this?", I say jokingly as I pull out my phone to show a picture of one of my favourite disguises.
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"This is no time for jokes, Justin", Scooter said annoyed. "Let's sit down and talk about this further", he continued.
When we sat around in the couch, Scooter asked: "how far have you guys gone?"
"What do you mean?", I asked, a little confused. I didn't mean to quote one of my songs either, I don't like when that happens unintentinally.
"Like, sexually. Have you had sex?", he asked bluntly.
"Him and I? No, not yet", I answered casually and shrugged. Michael cringed at my respons. I honestly don't know how that last part slipped out, I didn't even think about it.
"We haven't done more than what you saw", Michael assured him.
"Why are you even asking that? What has it got to do with anything?", I wondered and looked confused at Scooter.
"Because you're like a son to me, you know? I don't want anyone to hurt you"
"Yeah, I get it, but I can protect myself just fine"
"Then what do you need a bodygurd for?", Scooter asked and smirked.
His smart attitude annoyed me. I just rolled my eyes in response and crossed my arms.
"Anyways, I originally came here to talk about your smoking, but it didn't exactly plan out as expected for probably any of us. Just promise me you will quit smoking and I will be on my way", Scooter said as he stood up.
"Yea sure, I promise. It was just a one-time thing". I hugged him goodbye quickly and waited until I heard the door shut before I sighed and ran my hands trough my hair.
"Justin, I'm so sorry", Michael apologized and grabbed my shoulder.
"Don't worry about it, it's fine". I don't mind that he knows about us. It's actually kinda... hot?
