Bieber's Bodyguard (boyxboy)

Lust

The Purpose World Tour was finally beginning. The whole crew, including Justin, was looking forward to touring. It had been 3 years since the Believe Tour came to an end. Justin had been perfecting his choreography with his dancers from early mornings to late at night for weeks on end.

Michael came downstairs with a full duffle bag in his hand. Justin's outfits were already packed and picked up days in advance, so he just needed the essentials for the flight to Seattle, where the first concert on the tour took place.

"I packed you a pillow", Michael said and smiled as he dropped the bag down by the door.

"I'm so stressed I don't think I'll be able to sleep even if I wanted to", Justin said jokingly and smiled back, despite what he said was painfully true.

His comment was met with a concerned look on Michael's face, who approached the singer and grabbed his shoulder.

"You're so tense, you need to relax~"

Justin relaxed his shoulders, not realizing he had tightened them for so long. As he stretched his shoulders, the muscles from his lower back all the way up to his neck ached and he let out a small groan in pain.

"I have some tiger balm upstairs, I'll go get it. You can just go wait in the car", Michael said as he handed Justin the car key card.

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Justin's POV
I boarded the private jet along with Scooter and my bodyguard. The rest of the crew were already in Seattle.

"Can I get that tiger balm now?" I asked Michael as my muscle-aches only had gotten worse from the ride to the airport.

"Of course, just take off your hoodie and lay down on the couch"

Scooter took a seat by the table, facing away from the couch. He was in a call with someone about when we were expected to be landing in the city.

Michael's POV
After retrieving the balm from the bag, I returned to Justin, who was laying just how I had asked him to. I positioned myself on my knees between his legs on the couch to better access his god damn perfect backside. I put some balm on my fingers and began to massage his shoulder blades, grabbing his lower waist with my other hand.
End of POV

Justin loved the feeling of Michael's strong hand massaging him. He wanted his bodyguard to reach down and palm his growing arousal, tug at the waistband of his Calvins, pull them down and pound him on the spot.

Instead, Michael continued to massage the younger man, appreciating every detail of the singer's muscular back. Justin became desperate for more affection and bucked his hips back, pressing his ass against the other man's hard manhood. Justin quickly glanced up at Scooter, who luckily was oblivious to the situation, with a sleeping mask over his eyes. Michael moved his hand from the boy's waist to his shoulder for a better grip. He forcefully, but slowly thrust his hips forward, so Justin could feel the whole length of his erection against his ass. Justin let out a quiet throaty moan. He arched his back, slowly grinding his hips up and down the older man's entire length. The singer wanted to say something, more specifically, how much he wanted it. How much he needed it. But, he had to wait. Scooter would question it if his bodyguard followed him into the bathroom, and they probably wouldn't be able to keep quiet anyways. Not knowing when they could continue what they've started, hurt Justin more than the sexual frustration of not cumming ever could.