Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2004 18:41:09 +0000 (GMT)
From: "[iso-8859-1] goldenknight" <goldenknightuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Dreams of an Angel - 50 (gay/boybands)

Hey y'all. I'm back with the next part of Dreams of an Angel. Sorry for the
lateness guys and gals. I just started my new job yesterday and man, I was
too stressed out to think of anything else :P Anyway, I'm back now but
sadly, because I need some time to write the stuff, I'll be updating once a
week now instead of twice a week like last time. So, if you all want
updates, it'll be up every Friday now. Hey! Once a week is better than
nothing right? :)

Anyway, lets get on with the show. Hope you all enjoy it! Any comments or
suggestions, well, you know how to contact me. My Yahoo ID is
Goldenknightuk if you wish to send me an instant message. Sorry for any bad
grammars boys and girl. C'mon! Nobody's perfect!! :)

	Before the show, onwards to the boring part! Legal matters!
Hehehe. You can press 'fast-forward' now.

	Well, first of all, this story, as you will certainly find out
soon, is TOTALLY fictional. So! If any of you truly believe in it... dude,
I'm worried about you. Secondly! None of the guys in the Backstreet Boys
are gay! (No matter how hard I wished it :P). But nobody say we couldn't
dream it, heh heh. Thirdly, Warren Worthington is actually a character from
Marvel Comics, X-men known as Angel or recently Archangel. Okay fine, I
admit it. I'm bored and I am making a pathetic attempt to make life a lil'
bit interesting. Its not like I'm gonna publish it or something. What else
to talk about hmm? Oh, there may be some adult gay scenes in this
story. Unlike my brother, I don't mind writing naughty stuff ;) so! If
you're underage, naughty, naughty! I can only ask you to go away, but I
cannot do anything else to stop you from reading on anyway. Hell! I've been
sneaking into the internet to watch gay porns since I was 13! So, if your
parents or whoever responsible for you catch you, don't say I didn't warned
you. However, if you're homophobic... well maybe I can seduce you enough to
turn you around heh heh. I do so love a challenge ;)

	Anyway, enough talk. Any comments or boos or suggestion or
whatever, just sent it to the same address as in NNTs,
goldenknightuk@yahoo.co.uk . Yeah, we shared the same address. Don't
ask. Long story.

	Okay then! On to the show. Now, don't be shy now. If you got any
comments or suggestions, just drop me a note. You do the request, and I'll
do the show.

	Andy

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Part 50: 'Living For The Moment'


"Uuuuunnnhhh..." Lance moaned softly at last about half an hour later. He
stirs again as he bury his face comfortably on the... somewhat... soft,
warm pillow he is lying on right now, smiling slightly as he did... until
his pounding headache crashes down upon him without mercy. "Uuunnhh... Lor'
'ave mercy... It hurts..."

"Aww, poor baby." A familiar voice appeared above him. The pillow beneath
him vibrates strangely as the voice spoke.

"Huh??!" Lance opened his eyes in surprise, gazing up at the direction of
the voice.

"Hi honey. How's your nap?" Bobby's smirking face greeted him, his hands
folded comfortable behind his head as he rested it against the armrest of
the couch. "Hey careful. You're pressing your hand on my 'thing'."

"GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Lance screamed out in shock as he scrambled off the
couch desperately, even as Bobby laughed helplessly. "Oh God! Oh Lord! Oh
Fuck! What happened? What did we do?!!!"

He slid to his knee weakly soon after that, cradling his head desperately
with his eyes tightly shut as his headache intensified.

"Whoa there!! Relax, Lance, nothing happened!!" Bobby scrambled towards him
worriedly, wrapping his arms around him gently. "Lance... Lance!
Relax. You're having a bad hangover. Just breathe in and out and pull
yourself together."

"Oh Gawd, somebody please kill me." Lance groaned as Bobby laughed softly,
rubbing his back gently. "Bobby... Bobby, what happened? Did anything
happen last night?"

"Relax. Nothing happened. Look for yourself. We've both fully dressed from
last night." Said Bobby and Lance sighed in relief at the answer. "Want
some aspirin?"

"There's some in my room upstairs." Lance mumbled tiredly. "Help me up will
you?"

"Ready when you are." Bobby laughed. "As a matter of fact, I need some as
well. We sure went overboard last night."

"How did we get back?" Lance groaned as they pathetically made their way
slowly towards the stairs. "The last thing I remember was that sixth
drink..."

"Nick drove us back." Said Bobby as they crawled up the stairs together.

"Nick? You're kidding right?" Said Lance. "That guy wuz supposed to be a
party animal. How come he was sober and I was drunk? It wuz supposed to be
the other way around."

"How the hell should I know? You know him far longer than I do." Said Bobby
as he releases the poor guy into the room. "Now, find that goddamn aspirin
will ya? My head feels like it's been through one of Dr. Doom's
head-drilling cerebral-whatever-gizmo-thingy thing."

"I want my mommy." Lance groaned weakly, massaging his temple with one hand
while digging through his things with the other as he searches for the
damned pills. "Got it!"

"Gimme!" Bobby snatches the container quickly.

"The hell you will! It's mine so I'll have it first!" Lance snatches the
container back.

"I'm the powerful mutant here, so I'll have it first!" Bobby grabbed the
container but Lance pulled it back.

"I'm the famous celebrity here, so I'll have it first!" Lance retorted
back.

"I'll call the X-men to back me up if I have to!" Bobby replied stubbornly
as he pulls the container.

"And I'll call all ten of my high-priced lawyers to back me up if I have
to!" Lance replied just as stubbornly as he pulls the container back.

Silence stretches for several minutes before they both burst into helpless
laughter and sank to the floor, still holding the container tightly.

"Oh God, we're pathetic." Bobby laughed.

"I know." Lance laughed beside him before groaning again from the pounding
headache. Opening the container, he spills out some of the pills and pass
it to Bobby. "Dig in."

About half an hour later, they were sitting on the floor quietly, sighing
in relief as they leaned against each other tiredly.

"We must be really, really wasted last night." Lance murmured weakly.

"Hell yeah." Bobby murmured in reply before smiling. "Thank God there were
no super-villains around to notice it. Scott'd go ballistic if he knew I
let my guard down like that."

Lance's body was shaking in silent laughter. Smiling quietly, Bobby raised
his arms and wrapped it around the singer gently. Lance's laughter fades
and he sighed quietly as he leans comfortably against the mutant.

"You know, I have to admit, when I woke up on you just now, I must say that
I had the best nap I ever had in my life." Lance grinned as he leans his
forehead against Bobby's shoulder.

"Mmm-hmm. Everyone always have the best nap of their life when they sleep
on the Iceman. It's a fact of life." Bobby laughed.

"For a man who can turn himself into solid ice, you sure have a warm,
comfortable body." Said Lance.

"Yeah well, I'm cool and I'm hot. No irony. Just fact." Bobby smiled smugly
as Lance replied with a snort.

"You're beginning to sound like Remy." Said Lance.

"Whoa, now that is the best compliment I have so far for this month." Bobby
laughed as he rest his head on Lance's shoulder.

"You know, it's a good thing we're both bisexual. You won't find any
straight guys sitting and hugging each other like this, ever, bad hangover
or no bad hangover." Lance grinned.

"I can't help it. You're so soft, warm and cuddly." Bobby replied.

"What am I? A giant teddy-bear?" said Lance.

"Mmmmm..." Bobby smiled widely with his eyes shut as he hugs the man
harder. "Me like bear."

Lance burst into a helpless laughter at that and he tightened his grips
around Bobby's waist. Bobby continues to smile until his gaze fell on one
of the photographs on the bedside table, showing Lance smiling happily in
the arms of another guy. They were sitting at the edge of a cliff
overlooking the ocean and for the first time since meeting Lance, he could
see the glowing love and happiness in the singer's eyes as he leans against
the handsome guy behind him. For the first time, Bobby saw a soul truly at
peace with himself... a completed soul... a radiant soul in love...

"Is that Tristan?" Bobby asked softly without thinking, his mind too
mesmerized on how happy Lance looks in the picture... so complete and
content... so very different from the man in his arms right now...

Lance pulled himself away sharply from him as soon as that name came out of
his mouth; his face suddenly went blank.

"What... what did you say?" He asked uncertainly.

Bobby looked at him blankly for a moment before shifting his gaze back to
the picture slowly in answer.

"That man in the picture." He said carefully. "Is that Tristan?"

Licking his lips in stunned silence, Lance turned to gaze at the picture,
his eyes filled with sorrow.

"H-how...?"

"You mentioned that name on the phone last night remember?" Bobby replied
as he watched Lance curiously. "And you called out to him in your sleep
this morning."

"Oh..." Lance spoke at last. "W-what did I say?"

"Nothing embarrassing I assure you." Bobby smiled reassuringly. "Relax
Lance. I'm not gonna bite ya."

He watched curiously as Lance sighed slightly in relief before smiling at
him sadly.

"You know, I've been with JC and the guys for years and none of them ever
heard that name from me before no matter how much they pry." He spoke
tiredly. "But you! You got me drunk for one night and I began babbling all
my secrets left and right."

He smiled tightly as Bobby snickered before him.

"So I take it that he is you ex-boyfriend?" said Bobby at last. "Oh please,
please don't tell me he's still your boyfriend. I don't want him to get the
wrong idea when he heard about how I woke up this morning with you on top
of me!"

Lance giggles slightly at that.

"Funny you should mention me being 'on top' of you. To be honest, I'm a
bottom guy most of the time." He laughed out at last when Bobby choked and
blushed at the same time.

"Stop giving me ideas!!!" Bobby groaned, covering his face with his hands
desperately as Lance's laughter increases.

"Okay... okay... I'm serious. I'm serious." Lance spoke again at last when
he finally controlled his laughter. He burst into another bouts of laughter
again before finally controlling himself again. "There. It's finally out of
my system. I'm serious now."

"Jackass." Bobby grumbled grumpily before smiling again. "So should I be
worried about angry boyfriends bursting into the room anytime soon?"

"Don't worry about it." Lance shook his head as he smiled. "You're safe
here with me protecting you."

"I thought I'm the superhero here!" Bobby exclaimed before laughing. "So he
*is* your boyfriend."

"Well... yeah, he is my boyfriend..." Lance began sadly, "... but... he
died long ago in an accident. I never stop loving him even now... and I
know he never stops loving me too. So in essence, we're are *still*
together... and at the same time we're not... umm... okay, I'm speaking
gibberish right?"

He laughed slightly but halted when he felt Bobby's finger sliding over his
cheek to wipe away the tear that somehow found its way there. Now, when did
he start crying?

"Oh geez!" Struggling not to let his sadness overwhelms him, Lance smiled
tightly as he quickly scrub the tears away with his sleeve. "Sorry about
that."

"Hey, don't worry about it." Bobby smiled gently. "I'm sorry for bringing
back the memories. I didn't know..."

"It's okay. I've long since dealt with it." Lance murmured back and Bobby
tightened his hold on the man.

"You miss him." Bobby spoke again, softly after a while.

Lance merely nodded in answer.

"Everyday." He whispers. "Every... single... day."

"Don't be." Bobby spoke on tentatively. "I don't claim to be an expert in
life after death... but I always believed that if you love someone deeply
enough, not even death can take that love away from you. I'm sure somewhere
up there in heaven, he'll always be looking down, watching over you."

Lance sighed and nodded again in weary silence.

"Is this why you were so depressed when you called me last night? Because
you are alone and you missed him?" Bobby asked again.

Again he was answered by a silent nod.

"I dreamt of him last night..." Lance half-whispered, half-mumbled his
answer at last. "I've never felt so alone in my life after that. I
wish... I just wish..."

He shrugged helplessly at that. He wished for lots of things to happen,
most of it requires a great deal of miracles... but he knew it wouldn't
come true. Tristan is dead and no amount of wishing can bring him back. He
has to face it and accept it.

Strengthening himself, he forced himself to look up at the mutant before
him. In the dream, Tristan told him its okay to move on... to love again,
to love Bobby. But how can he? Tristan was the only person he truly loved
in his life... and still is. Everything else is a dream. Even his
relationship with Sarah was really a mean to numb the pain of his
loneliness. Bobby is a great guy... he deserves more than that type of
relationship.

"Lance?" He heard Bobby gentle voice calling out at him softly.

"I'm sorry." Lance breathed out at last, forcing his mind to pull itself
together. His voice is slightly shaky though, as he struggles hard to hold
himself back from breaking down and cry. "I... I don't wanna deal with this
right now. I..."

"Hey, it's okay." Bobby smiled as he backed away from the subject
quickly. "Don't force yourself. I'll be here if you wanna talk about it."

Lance smiled but inside he almost screamed in frustration. He must have
looked so very pathetic right now.

"C'mon. I'm hungry." Bobby grinned at last. "How about feeding this poor
hungry mutant some breakfast to cheer things up around here, hmm? I promise
I'll be good. See this baby smile on my face? Who could resist this smile,
hmm?"

Somehow, Bobby definitely knew what to say to cheer him up. Maybe it's that
twinkle in his eyes or maybe it's his smile. But it sure banished the
depressive feeling within him.

"You like cereal? I love cereal in the morning. C'mon. If you behave
yourself, I may be kind enough to whip you up something nice and
sizzling..." In moments, Lance is smiling cheerfully again as they made
their way towards the kitchen, chatting excitedly about their plans for the
day...

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The day can pass by quickly indeed. Looking at the sky, Nick was surprised
when he finally noticed the sun slowly descending in the far distance. He
glanced at the clock in his car and noted in aghast that it's almost 6 p.m.

"Oh man. Warren said he's gonna be back at 8!" He groaned softly as he
waited for the traffic light to turn green.

Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently, he leaned
against the seat and sighed. Despite his weariness from the countless
continuous hours trying out his songs at the studio, his spirit doesn't
seem to be affected from it. All he know is that he's gonna be together
again with Warren tonight!

Whistling to himself cheerfully, he flicks on the radio. One of Eminem's
song blasted out from the speaker and soon enough he began to bob along
with it happily. A honk for the car behind him caused him to look up in
surprise. Oops. The light is already green.

Several more honks rises from the various cars behind him before he finally
react... frantically.

"Alright, alright. I'm moving! I'm moving!" Nick yelled even as he happily
raises his middle finger up high for the entire galaxy to see.

Laughing to himself, he sped though the freeway, feeling high and
mighty. Reaching through the link, he could feel Warren feeling the same
way too... happy, free... and full of anticipation and impatience. Warren
must be on his way back and judging from the sensation of freedom and
ecstasy... he must have decided to fly back on his own two wings all the
way from New York to Orlando!! Either the guy is mad or he is used to
flying long distances.

Those particular findings make him even more happier. Knowing that he'll be
back in his angel's arms soon, he drove faster.

'Face it Carter. You're hopelessly, head over heel in love with the guy.'
He smiled to himself as he nodded along with the song - now it's Janet
Jackson's 'Love Will Never Do Without You'.

He slows down after a while before turning at a junction and began a steady
drive towards his place. He passes a small boathouse along the way and
caught the eyes of a slim woman standing by a boat, looking at him once
before flashing a beautiful smile. Nick has to admit, she is
GORGEOUS. Flashing back his typical boyband smile, he drove on. Hey, he may
be with Warren, but that doesn't mean he abandoned his heterosexuality for
good! He still finds women attractive.

Time passes by and by the time he nearly reach his house, one of Britney
Spear's songs began blaring away shrilly from the speakers, making him
drive faster to reach his home before his whole life drains away from his
body, leaving nothing but an empty husk.

He survived the shrieking banshee, thankfully. In moments, he is stepping
out of the car and stumbled towards the front door, carrying his
notes. Sighing at the empty feeling of the house, he dumped his stuff onto
his office desk and checked the answering machine. Glancing at the clock,
he noted that it's quarter to seven.

Cursing vilely under his breath, he ignore the answering machine and race
up the stairs towards his room to prepare himself for his dinner date
tonight.

It's a pity he didn't stay long enough to hear the message from the
answering machine...

BEEEEP!!!!

"Hey Nick, it's me JC. I can't seem to get in touch with your mobile so I
thought I call your house instead. Are you in tonight? I hope you are
'cause I'm coming over to your place at around nine. It's very important,
so I hope you're in. It's about AJ. Hope you get this message. See ya
later."

BEEEEP!!!! End message.

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Next Friday, Chapter 51: 'You Can Still Be Free'