Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2000 04:18:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Clive <bigc79_uk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grand Encounter 4

Thanks:-
This is the fourth part in my story and I would like to thank all those persons
that mailed me and gave suggestions on which direction to move this story in. I
know that I promised Tonny not to put him at the point again (I thinks he's shy)
but his story "When U Say Nothing At All" recently ended and if you haven't
checked it out yet do it now... but after you've read mine :) If you wish to be
placed onto my mailing list to be told when the next part is out just mail me
and I will do. Finally I would appreciate any comments (good or bad) to:
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Thanks and hope you enjoy the story :)

Disclaimer:-
This story is fiction and does not imply anything about the group NSYNC or any
other person involved in full or in part. If you are under the legal age to read
such material in your area please leave immediately. The author takes no
responsibility for anyone's actions based upon this work of fiction.


GRAND ENCOUNTER

Chapter Four:

"What the fuck do you mean by EXCELLENT?" Hissed Chris as he stared at JC, "Do
you mind telling us HOW can this be a GOOD thing?" he ask sarcastically.

"Nope not yet!" was all that came from JC's slim lips.

"Oh no you are not doing the silent thing to us this time" Lance, becoming part
of the conversation, said in a demanding tone as he lets his business manner
take over.

"Just trust me..." JC said this to the entire group making sure to make eye
contact with each and every one of them. "Let's change the topic shall we!" this
time JC looked towards Clive and started to smile coyly.

"How much longer are you guys in London for anywaz" Clive stepped in taking JC's
hint and come up with the first thing that he could think of.

"We've got another 2 days off and then we have one performance somewhere here
and then we are off to Birmingham! I think that's it... where ever IT is..."
Lance said still standing besides Clive. It was this that made Joey and Chris
both notice that every one except Joey was standing.

"Here take a seat Clive" Joey patted the long sofa in the room. And as Clive
made his way over to it, the others all dispersed and each took a different
seating position with JC next to Clive, Lance sat cross-legged on the floor in
front of the two of them. Justin took the other single seater but seemed to keep
his distance and Chris walked over to where Joey was sitting and tentatively sat
down on the armrest.

There was a moment of silence as everyone looked at each other apart from Justin
who sat almost isolated on the other side of the room. This isolation was not
brought on by anyone else but was self-induced by Justin, but Lance knew the
real reason for his Justin's solitude.

"Hey Just... you alright?" Clive asked in a caring voice looking over at the
younger singer with a look of concern on his face.

"I'm just whacked! I think I might head of to bed and get some shut eye." Was
all Justin said in a small frail voice still not looking up at anybody.

As he rose to his feet, Lance noticing that the others did not make a move to
help, got up to his feet too. He turned to Justin, telling him that he would
help him to his room before heading off to bed. Justin, visibly unhappy with the
situation, agreed to being baby-sat by Lance.

"Night..." all of the rest of the NSYNC group said in unison followed by Clive's
"Night Just, hope you sleep well. Talk to ya soon ok?"

"Yeah sure... I'd love that." again was all Justin said still not wanting to
start a conversation with any one, not even Clive.

As Justin and Lance left the room quietly, a sudden wave of exhaustion came over
the remaining 4 men in the room and one by one they started to yawn.

"I guess that's my cue to head back home." Clive stated as he stood up slowly.
From the side of his eyes he could see JC getting up to follow him, so with a
slight movement of his head he turn to show that JC should stay by frowning at
his action.

"Will you be at work tomorrow?" JC asked in a soft voice but with eagerness in
it. Then belatedly look away to the ground, as Justin had been earlier.

"Nope... I'll be here," Clive said with a cheeky grin coming across his face,
and at that JC let out a sigh or relief and then looked over again to Clive and
then to Joey and Chris.

"Tomorrow we have to do something with Justin to get his spirits up. Ya know
what I mean!" JC added before looking back to Clive.

Reaching into his inside pocket of his coat, Clive pulled out a silver holder
and removed a small white card and handed it to JC. "Call me in the morning and
let me know when I should turn up and what I should bring." After gaining the
small shy nod from JC's head, he smiled his little knowing smile to JC and then
headed towards the door. He turned for the final time and said his goodnights to
the group before leaving and pulling the door quietly shut.

Joey and Chris looked at each other and then towards JC to see him looking lost
in his own thoughts. Again silence hit the room until JC rose to his feet and
head towards the door. Leaving without a word said to the other two in the room.

"That boy has got it bad!" Joey burst out laughing looking at Chris who reached
into his back pocket and pulled out a 20 and handed it over to Joey and preceded
to say, "You called it... he most definitely is in Loooooveeeeeeee!" At that
they both broke into laughter and hugged each other before saying their good
nights.

***************************

Clive made his way back to his house in Kensington not far from the hotel and
stepped into the large open hallway and started to reflect on what had happened
that day. As he stood motionless in the hall thinking, he heard a faint noise
coming from the lounge area and moved through. Looking down the long lounge
Clive could make out a slender figure of a man bent forward and going through
his CD collection.

"Hi honey is that you?" a voice came from the far end of the lounge.

"Pete!"

***************************

The next morning, Lance woke early as ever and looked over towards the
largeking-size bed upon which Justin had fallen asleep the night before. He had
cried himself to sleep as Lance watch over him like a hawk. As he had refused to
let Lance hold him or to make him aware that he had Lance's brotherly love,
Lance had no choice but to spend his night on the sofa, because nothing would
stop him from protecting his best friend Justin.

Moving slowly and trying to be quiet Lance got to his feet but as he put weight
on his bent legs they cracked at the joints stirring Justin slightly. Lance
stood up straight and headed over to the door and unlocked it and taking the key
card that lay on the side table by the door and headed off to his own room to
shower and change.

Justin continued to wake slowly after hearing Lance leave the room and groggily
looked over towards the clock that lay on the bedside table and moaned at the
time. Even when they were on a break some how one of them managed to wake the
others before 10:00 and this was no exception.

Getting up slowly Justin realized that he was still wearing the clothes that he
had the whole of yesterday and felt dirty, so moving gingerly towards the
bathroom he got out of his clothes finding that the plaster cast caused little
problems. Eventually he was naked and looked at his tight stomach in the wall
length mirror before turning around and heading in to the shower making every
effort to leave the plastered arm outside the shower as not to get it wet.

The warm water washed over Justin's body and all his feelings flowed out of him
and he slowly began to cry again. He stayed like this for almost half an hour
before stepping out of the shower. He left the clothes on the floor where he had
stepped out of them earlier and grabbed a towel and covered him self up before
heading out of the bathroom. Needless to say he was surprised to notice the
Lance was sitting on his bed reading and had not seemed to notice that he had
entered the room.

"What you doing here Lance?" Justin questioned but not in an angry tone but in
an almost confused one.

Lance just looked up at Justin and smiled gently before returning his gaze to
the article that he was reading.

***************************

The morning went by as normal. The five guys had decided to head out and do some
shopping, Lance being the inquisitive one found out a couple of good places to
do their shopping. Thus they headed out to Old Bond Street, then to Leister
Square, and then to Oxford Street. By the end of the morning, all of them had
bought a fair amount of presents for people back home and the occasional gifts
for one and other.

It was when they were heading back towards the hotel that Joey noticed one of
the London's few outdoor basketball courts, and before anyone could object, the
Limo had pulled up and Joey was away...

"Come on guys! This is soo cool. Street basket!" shouted Joey as he beckon them
to follow.

The guys in the limo looked at each other and shrug their shoulders, as they got
out and followed Joey.

The others followed and they played for what seemed like forever (even Justin
with his arm in the cast). But after a some time JC called it a day and reminded
them all that Clive was to be coming and he made his way back towards the still
waiting limo. Once inside the other followed and JC reached into his wallet and
pulled out the still almost immaculate looking business card that he had been
handed only yesterday. Not a lengthy conversation was carried out but soon
enough JC had arrange to meet Clive and a friend back at the hotel in little
under an hour and with that they were off back to the hotel.

***************************

Pete walked down the corridor... it reminded him of every hotel that he had ever
been in except that this one was furnished in extravagance.

Peter stepped up to the solid wood door questioning the reason why this and no
other door had been left ajar. Stepping into the room Peter noticed that nobody
was present in the room but confidant that he was in Chris' room (the one Clive
had sent him to) he decided to make his way across the large open room. Setting
down on the single chair he began to take in the room in its entirety. After 5
minutes Peter's view came upon a small discreetly hidden bar. Walking over to
the well equipped bar he started to pour himself a "Jack Daniels on the rocks",
as he placed the cold tumbler up to his lips he heard a faint noise of running
water coming from the adjacent room. Assuming it was the maid that he had passed
earlier on in the corridor he moved over towards the room to make idol
conversation as Clive still hadn't turned up and neither had the others.
Stepping to the door he placed his now cold hands upon the brass handle and
pushed down to open the heavy door. As the door moved in a cloud of steam
appeared from the gap. Apparent that the maid was not the person in the room
Peter still continued to enter the room to find out how it was in there. He
moved into the room and could see across the far side of the large marble room
that there was a shower and a large shell shaped bath in the center. As Peter
moved further into the room, slow dulcet groans coming from the shower. Stepping
towards the closed shower he could make out the light frame of a man that leaned
back against one side of shower only displaying an outline of his firm round
buttocks. Out of intrigue he continued moving closer and closer into the steam
filled room.

"Clive... oh god!"

"What..." was all that Peter could manage mouthed, unfortunately not quite
enough to go unheard by Justin.

"Who the fuck..." Justin began to say out of stone cold shock.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I... just got the wrong room!" Peter blurt out at the same
time as turning sharp on his heals and heading towards the door.

"Wait" Justin forced out still out of breath but alarmed that he had been caught
fantasying about Clive but not only that, that he couldn't place the voice and
had to find out who it had been in there with him. "Don't leave the room... I
mean could you wait in the main room for me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to" Peter remained calm but still kept heading out the
room.

"Please just wait... please" Justin forced out again but this time with some
need and despair in his voice.

With out answering him Peter continued his way out towards the main room with no
intention of waiting for who ever he had stumbled in on (if you could call it
stumble on, when surely it was really prying). Moving quickly Peter slung his
body forward aiming straight towards the door that was open earlier and led him
into this person's room with out his permission. Just as he reached for the door
handle he heard the now closed bathroom door swing open in a furry and slam
coldly against the backstop.

"Wait I can explain..." Justin began before breaking down into a heap just
outside the bathroom, crying quietly to himself and now looking forcefully at
the floor and avoiding looking up to the other man now standing still at the
door.

Laying his hand against his side Peter turned to face Justin with out realizing
how vulnerable the youth was. Laying his gaze on Justin made Peter want to reach
out and touch him, force away the anguish and tears that he held and let him
know that everything was fine with him. Only then did the realization that this
young man, weeping in a curled up ball in front of him, had actually called out
Clive's name in what could only be called a moment of pure pleasure.

"How did you know Clive... You know Clive... You're a friend of Clive's... How
did you get to know Clive..." was all that he could muster out of his mouth as
words began to rapidly fail him.

"You know Clive?" Justin replied, not answering the previous question as he was
now intrigued at where the other man was leading with his question. And
conveniently forgetting the embarrassing situation of calling out Clive's name
earlier.

"As it happens yes... that is if we are talking about the same Clive" this time
emphases was placed on Clive's name as Peter was slowly becoming impatient (as
he generally did).

"To be honest I don't really know him as much as the others do... JC talks to
him more than me, but to cut a long story short he helped me out several times
after meeting him at his club."

Easing up his tone and now standing more comfortably Peter realized that he
still had held in his hand the drink that he had prepared earlier. He lent over
and placed the tumbler down on the table next to door before stepping forward
towards Justin's heaped body, which was still on the floor.

"Here let me help you up. My name is Peter... but you can call me Pete if you
want." Peter reached out both his hands in a gesture to help the young man up
before continuing, "and you are?"

Justin's eyes slowly moved from the patch of carpet that he had been studying
diligently and his gaze move towards the leather uppers that the man in front
was wearing. As his eyes trailed up the long thin slender legs of the well
dressed man standing in front of him he began to open is mouth to answer the
normally easy question that had be asked of him. But by the time that Justin was
feasting upon Peters face all that he could manage to force out of his lips was
a short gasp (as if he was attempting to breath for the first time).

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that" Peter said with a small smile forming on his
full red lips.

"Errm... Just... Justin" he said still dumbfounded by the beauty of this Adonis
in front of him.

"Nice to meet you Justin... now get your ass of that floor and get some clothes
on. After all I don't want to have to explain to his lordship how come you ended
up with a cold and also how we met!"

"Who?"

"Duhh... the one that you were screaming for a minute ago!"

"Shit, please don't say anything... I'm not gay or anything..."

"Yeah and I'm not either!"

Justin could not say anything back at him he just sat still looking up at this
man and then a smile began to appear on his face. Reaching up towards Peters
waiting hands he grasped them firmly and let the tall man pull him slowly to his
feet.

Now it was Peters turn to step back and look upon the equally good looking young
male standing almost naked in front of him (only covered by a small towel barely
large enough to cover all the vital areas). Letting his eyes visibly wander up
and down the smooth upper of Justin and at the same time mouthing incoherent
words of lust. Justin whose eye brows were arched upwards to the center and then
a questioning smirk came across his face before his speaking broke this long
moment.

"So Peter... you still haven't told me how you know Clive"

"We went to school together" Peter pondered for a second before continuing as if
recollecting times from the past, "we were both prefects at school and have been
close friends ever since. Justin..." he began again now looking directly into
those deep blue eyes and wishing that he didn't have to leave but felt that
Clive would already give him a lecture for not meeting that band that he had
told him about earlier. "I really have to go now, I'm sorry but I promised Clive
that I would meet some band hear and to be honest I thought that this was the
room I was supposed to go to."

Justin just chuckled out loud before looking at Peter and put on a puppy dog
look, "do you remember who you were going to meet" he asked already knowing the
answer.

"Errm yeah... NSync I think he said, why you know them" he asked genuinely
seeming not to know who or what Justin really was.

"Yeah I have a pretty good idea" was all he said beaming brighter than before.

"Great do you know if any of them are around? Stupid why would you know that...
well can you at least show me where they are staying... I know it is on this
floor some where." Throughout out his whole little speech he hadn't broken for
Justin to mention that he had already found them or at least one of them, but
was enjoying watching him squirm around for the right words.

"Well to your questions, yes and yes!"

"What do you mean yes and yes? Yes you know if they are around or yes you know
where they are staying?"

"As I said yes to both" Justin now broke out in to full blown laughter which
only left Peter standing even more confused than earlier.

Justin calmed down enough to just catch his towel from falling from his waist
and moved over to the bedroom. Out of curiosity Peter followed but not before
returning to where he had placed his drink and now retrieved it muttering to
himself that he thought that he would need it.

"So tell..." was all he said stepping up behind Justin, and now being given a
closer view of the well developed back of the obviously younger man standing in
front of him.

"Do you know the group that you were going to see today?"

"Stop with the questions... enough already!" Peter said obviously getting
annoyed.

"Just answer the question will ya" Justin replied still looking forward but with
a gradually developing smile.

"Only by their music, why any waz?"

"Can you sing or hum any of their music?"

"Yeah if you want... but I thought that you said that you knew where they were
staying?"

"I do but would you sing a song of theirs for me?"

"Only if you promise to stop all the questions and give me some answers"

"I will, you'll see!" Justin said now with a devilish gin on his face.

Peter held the glass in both hands and started to sing 'God must have spent a
little more time on you...' and before long was joined in harmony by Justin who
slowly turned around to face Peter. Only at that moment as Justin began to sing
did it dawn on Peter who he was standing and singing with. As quickly as he had
started to sing he stopped and his jaw just dropped.

"Shit... oh Shit... you ARE NSync! Oh Shit" was all Peter could say being unable
to construct a full adult like sentence.

With that Justin couldn't control himself any more his need to be near this
total stranger was unquestionable. Justin couldn't tell if it was because of his
attractive form or his understanding tone in his voice but he just plunged
forward and hugged the taller man standing now chest to chest with him.  Until
now Justin hadn't noticed how tall Peter was. After all most of the time he had
spent was on the floor looking up to him but now that he was in an embrace with
the well dressed but yet embarrassed man in his arms he could tell that he had
to be near 6'4". Not as tall as Clive but nearly and his looks were more angular
than Clive's but for some reason even though only 15 minutes ago he had been
fantasizing over Clive he felt more of an attraction towards this complete
stranger.

"Errm Justin... you really are gay aren't you?" Peter forced out even though he
could hardly breath through the constricting squeeze.

"I... I don't know" Justin said with his eyes clouding up and pulling away from
Peter.

"It's ok with me, after all you know that I'm gay, and as for Clive... what can
I say? I had a crush on him way back!" with that Justin didn't withdraw any
further, instead he stopped and began to advance again this time tilting his
head to the side.

Slowly and quietly Peter opened his lips but instead of meeting with Justin's he
posed a question to Justin that he thought would take him by surprise.

"Are you sure that you want to do this? I mean after your fantasies of Clive and
all..." but before he could finish his lips were met with Justin's and all that
was heard was a small moan of acknowledgement.
Peter lent back and again placed the drink on the near by table and then pushed
his hands up to meet with Justin's firm stomach. He then began moving his hands
up gently rubbing his tight front before resting his hands on Justin's semi-firm
pectorals.

Justin's hands began to reciprocate Peter's motions but on the outside of the
designer shirt. Justin head fell back in excitement as Peter began to play
tentatively with his nipples, gently pinching them and rubbing them, but this
wasn't the only indication to him that Justin was in the height of sexual
excitement. There now rather large tent that had formed under the small towel at
front that showed of his true excitement.

"You know I've never done this before" Justin weekly smiled towards Peter but
behind the smile was a look of excitement met with the look of absolute fear as
to what might happen.

"Let me lead you and when you are ready... just take control" was all Peter said
quenching Justin's obvious apprehensions. With that Peter moved his hands (which
were still stroking and pinching around Justin's pectorals) down towards his
hips moving past the tight formation of an already appearing six pack. Gently
placing the palms of his hands on either side of Justin's hip with his long
slender fingers pointing towards Justin's buttocks, Peter placed each of his
thumbs under the carefully folded towel which was still being held up and then
began to move his hands lower. With each movement the towel loosened and
eventually as Peter's hands were resting on the side of Justin's outside thigh
the towel dropped in a small pile in the middle of the room.

With out removing his eye contact from Justin, Peter moved his hands back up to
the firm chest of the smaller framed man standing directly in front of him.
Without and resistance Peter slowly forced Justin backwards until he came into
contact with the large King size four poster that was positioned in the middle
of the room, and with one small push the younger male collapsed back on to the
silk sheeted bed beneath him.

Only now was Peter's stare broken from Justin's as he surveyed the beauty that
lay out stretched on the sheets in front. This man was tall yet slender with, as
already noted, a firm development in both the upper chest and the lower
abdominal section. He was smooth except for the light dense patch of hair that
collected above and around his crouch and his under arms. Justin's gaze was
still transfixed on the taller man who was standing upright between his legs.
All that he could do was to release a million-dollar smile to let this male know
that he was his to do as he pleased (and by now no sense of apprehension was
even noticeable in Justin's face).

Taking a step back Peter began to seductively remove his garments that had
covered his well-toned body. Slowly removing his gray double breasted jacket and
with total disregard for it, tossed it into the far corner of the room before
making his way to the top of his shirt. Pulling firmly down on the silk dapper
tie that and as with the jacket throwing it to aside, he slowly but gradually
undid one button at a time, reveling his firm and prominent 6 pack that was
hidden from Justin all this time.

As Peter's chest and stomach became more and more exposed Justin's excitement
heightened. He had never been in a sexual situation before not even with a woman
and this was all to new for the 18 year old... as each button was unfastened
Justin's penis bounced with anticipation of what was to come. As Peterun
fastened the last of the buttons Justin could not hold in his need to touch the
slender man and pulled himself off the bed, but still in a sitting position
nuzzled his head into this mans firm stomach. At the same time he began to work
his hands on the belt that held what he was waiting for, eventually unclasping
the leather strap he began to undo the trouser button and then the fastener.
By this time the combination of Justin's mouth paying attention to his stomach
and Justin's hands unsheathing his aching crotch had sent Peter in to a frenzy
of lust, forcing his to groan and through his head back in total delight.

Before Justin could finish pulling the zip down on Peter's front he was again
forced back on the bed that he still sat on but this time in a surprised state.
Taking another step back Peter reached for the tumbler that he had held only a
short moment before and instead of bring the glass up to his mouth he placed his
left hands index and thumb into the small glass. Needless to say Justin was
perplexed by his actions, after all both himself and Peter were obviously
aroused and here he was biding his time and doing something that to be honest is
not a very normal thing. Still he watched out of pure amazement and his eyes lit
up when he eventually realized that it wasn't the drink that he had been going
for but instead the ice in the drink.

Peter brought the ice cube to his mouth and sucked seductively on it before
placing it's whole into to his mouth... the sweet taste of the Jack D could be
tasted on the ice-cold cube that he slowly moved around in his mouth. Moving
forward to in-between Justin's legs Peter began to lower himself till he was
kneeling on one knee and then just looked up at the now waiting face of Justin
who was obviously in need of some release. With his still moist left hand he
reached out and took a firm hold of Justin's base and leaned forward, but before
moving any further looked up to get some signal that it was all right with him.
Upon receiving a slight smile and a look on his face as to say "please no more
waiting" Peter lunged forward and tasted the pure nectar of Justin head and
gently sucked and licked tentatively at first. Justin was in heaven, he had
never experienced anything this erotic in all his life. He had spent many hours
self pleasuring his self dreaming and imagining what it would be like to have a
man as beautiful as Peter give himself to him but never had it ever been like
this. Just then Justin gasped as Peter slowly moved the ice cube (that was
slowly melting in his mouth) over the sensitive head that was being sucked with
all the skill that Peter could muster. Moving the cold object around the head
and then down the shaft of Justin's penis was almost all that he could take and
at that Justin reached forward and took a hold of the short hair that was
accessible to him. Peter felt Justin's hands on the back of his head and he took
this as a sign to take the enlarged cock further into his mouth. Although it
must be said that he was slightly cautious because he had never deep throated
anyone before and although Justin's cock wasn't that wide it was long. By now
the ice in Peters mouth had all but melted leaving Justin's penis in need of
release and as Justin moved his hands through the hair that they were caressing
the head moved down even further and Justin could feel his penis at the back of
Peter's through. He couldn't take it any more and as he arched his back up and
threw his head back in pleasure a slight screech came from deep inside his
lungs. With that Justin released volley upon volley of hot fluid deep down
inside of Peter and due to the position of his cock Peter could only swallow.
But wanting to taste him he moved back up and this time was meet by another shot
of hot slightly salty fluid before Justin collapsed back onto the bed still
gasping for air.

"Fuck... fuck... that has to be the most I have ever shot." Justin forced out
with a look of complete satisfaction on his face.

"Justin, you know you taste so sweet" Peter replied before licking his lips and
standing to his feet. "But I think that we should go find the others before
Clive has an 'Benny fit' and does a 180 on us!"

"You're... right" Justin continued still out of breath and not really wanting to
get up any time soon.

With that Peter reached down and helped Justin to his feet and they both began
to rearrange them selves. Peter re-clothed him self as best he could even
thought his jacket was looking a bit disheveled and he began to straighten up
his hair which had been totally moved out of place by Justin earlier on. Justin
too got ready and decided to ware a baby blue long length tight shirt over a
white T-shirt, along with some cream color trousers.

Both men stepped out of the room and Justin turned towards Peter planting the
first light kiss onto this man before turning and walking a few doors along to
an adjacent room. Peter stood behind Justin and then let him lead the way. The
door was slightly ajar as had Justin's been earlier and a loud noise could be
heard emanating from the room inside. Justin slowly turned is head around to
take one last look at the Adonis standing behind him before entering the room.
He was meet with a unison of "Justin about time" and " where you been" but all
that faded into a blur until he heard the words from behind his head,

"Hi there darling..." Peter had interjected and directed at Clive who
 in response smiled and waved him in...

TBC

Sorry for the long delay on the story but with Christmas and all... and now of
all things my computer is broken so I will have to build a new one! Ahhhhh. Any
waz again if you wish to be placed onto my mailing list to be told when the next
part of my story is out... don't hesitate to mail me and I will do :)
Ooh and sorry Tonny for putting that in the heading even after you asked me not
to :) I totally forgot! LOL

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