Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2000 01:19:15 CST
From: Jason Randall <jas_stories@hotmail.com>
Subject: JC & Jas Part 20

Disclaimer: I am not assuming anything about the lives of anyone in this
story. Many may wish things to be true, but who knows so don't be
offended, just enjoy. If you're UNDER 18, stop reading this, and all that
other legal stuff.

This is my first attempt, and I know this story lacks sexual adventures,
give it time, I want them to get to know each other first, okay?

*Meanwhile*

	"JC? C'mon man, open up."
	"I'm tired, Joey. Go away."
	"JC? What's wrong?"
	"Nothing. I'm just tired, please go away."
	"Josh, I'm not going anywhere, now open up."
	JC wiped a stray tear from his eye and cracked the door open.
	"Seriously, Joe. Can't this wait til morning?"
	"No, it can't." Joey said, pushing his way in the door. "What's
wrong?"
	"I said before, nothing." JC turned away from him.
	"JC, don't pull this crap with me. I may be a goof off, but I know
you, and I know something's wrong. Are you upset to hear about Lance?"
	"I, well. . ." `You can't tell him. . .' "Yes. Why didn't he tell
any of us sooner? Aren't we supposed to be friends?" `How hypocritical can
you get?'
	"Well, it's his own business, really JC. We can't blame him if he
wasn't comfortable with telling us. You still love him, though, right?"
`Maybe Chris and I were wrong, maybe JC isn't gay?. . .'
	"Of course I do. I just. . .why didn't he say anything?" JC shook
his head. `All those years. . .Lance. . .' He shook his head again. `Not
tonight.'  "Joey, I really am tired. Can we please talk in the morning?"
	"Sure Josh. I just, well I wanted to make sure everything was
ok. If you need to talk, or whatever, you know I'm here for you, right?"
	"Yeah, sure."
	"Ok, goodnight." As Joey walked out of the room he caught a glimpse
of Justin walking into his room with Lance following close behind, hands
clutched tightly. Joey smiled. `Well good job Chris and Mel!'

In Justin's room:
	Justin turned around to face Lance in the dark. His tears were
still in his eyes, but had stopped flowing.
	Lance, tears still in his own eyes, wrapped his arms around
Justin's waist.
	"Lance, I. . ."
	"Shh." Lance put his finger up to Justin's mouth. "Let me first."
Grabbing his hand, Lance led Justin to the couch, and both sat beside each
other. "Justin, these past two weeks. . .well they've confused the hell out
of me. But as I spent more time with you, I developed feelings for you,
even though I didn't want to admit it to myself. I've always tried to be
strong, keep to myself, you know? Nobody could ever hurt me or let me down
if I didn't let them in, but I started to depend on you, on just seeing you
every day, on spending time with you. And before I knew it, I realized that
I didn't just want to see you, I started wanting to feel you holding me. I
wanted you to kiss me again, to love me, but I couldn't admit it to myself,
it would mean I'd surrendered all of my beliefs that I didn't need
anyone. So I hid it from myself, I wouldn't let myself believe it. But just
a few minutes ago, when Melanie told me you thought I hated you, I couldn't
stand the idea, I had to let you know that I could never hate you. So I got
up, and was about to leave my room when you came to the door. When I heard
what you said, I couldn't believe my ears, I was in complete shock,
otherwise I would've opened it sooner."
	"I do love you, Lance." Justin choked out, tears streaming down his
face after listening to Lance's story.
	"I love you, too, Justin." Lance said, leaning over to wipe the
tears from his eyes. "Don't cry, Justin. Please?"
	Justin sniffled, then smiled up at Lance. "I can't help it. I've
known I love you for almost a week, and it's been tearing me up inside, the
thought of us having to stay friends forever. I'm just so happy to know you
feel the same way about me." Justin leaned over to kiss Lance, who happily
obliged.
	"Well," Lance said, breaking the kiss. "We've had quite a night."
	"Yeah, tell me about it. I thought I'd lost you as a friend, too."
Justin looked down at his feet.
	"Never."
	"I'm glad." Justin couldn't look up at Lance, feeling suddenly
embarrassed, though not knowing why.
	"Justin," Lance whispered, tilting his chin up with his fingertips
to glance in his eyes, "can I spend the night with you?"
	Justin smiled, leaned in and kissed Lance lightly on the lips. "I'd
be honored."
	Lance got up slowly, pulling Justin up and wrapping his arms around
Justin's waist as the two walked towards the bed.
	When they reached the bed, Justin pulled away slightly, glanced
down at his feet once more, and then forced himself to meet Lance's eyes.
	"So, um, well, um. . .where does this. . .I mean. . .well, what
does this mean?"
	"I don't understand the question?"
	"Well, I love you, and well, I think you love me, right?"
	"Yes, I love you Justin Randall Timberlake." Lance said, smiling
slightly at the sound of his own words, and then putting his arms around
Justin's waist and pulling him close.
	"Well, so are we, um, well are you my boyfriend?"
	Lance laughed. "Of course I am silly! As long as you promise that
I'll be your only boyfriend?"
	Justin smiled broadly. "Of course!" He threw his arms around
Lance's neck and hugged him tightly. "So we're a couple now?" He said,
giddily.
	"Yes, Curly." Lance leaned up and kissed him on the nose. "We're a
couple, and you're my boyfriend, too!"
	"Crunk!"
	Lance laughed and leaned up to kiss him on the nose. "You're so
cute when you're excited."
	Justin blushed. "I, just. . .well, I. . ."
	"Relax, Justin. I'm excited, too."
	"Oh, ok." Justin couldn't stop grinning. `God, life can't possibly
get any better than this.'
	Lance took his arms from around Justin's waist, beginning to remove
Justin's shirt.
	"Um, Lance?" Justin looked at Lance with slight fear in his eyes.
	"Yeah, sweetie?"
	"Hmm," Justin smiled, "I like when you call me that. But, um, well
this is my first everything here. Um, not that I don't love you, I mean, I
do, but I'm new to this and, well. . ." Justin looked at his feet again.
	Lance looked at him, confused, then smiled. "Oh! Relax, hun. I just
want to get in bed so I can hold you again while I sleep. We're going to
take this slow, I promise you. As slow as you need to, and as slow as we
should, to do things right."
	"Oh, ok, good." Justin smiled. "Thanks."
	"No problem." Lance leaned in and kissed him.

In Chris' room:
	Chris was watching his tv, and smiling to himself when he heard a
knock at the door. Opening it, his smile broadened and he allowed Joey into
the room to sit down.
	"So?" Joey said, noticing Chris' smile, and smiling himself. "I
just saw Justin leading Lance into his room, holding his hand all the
while, I need details!"
	Chris laughed. "Well, I went over there, and after I got Justin to
open his door, I was working on him, but I couldn't get him to settle
down. So I just went for it, and told him he needed to tell Lance he loved
him."
	"Whoa, out of nowhere?"
	"Yeah, you should have seen the shocked look on his face! He
couldn't believe I knew, but hell, I wasn't even sure, I was just
guessing. Then I told him I thought the feeling might be mutual. . ."
	"Oh you didn't? What if Lance didn't like Justin that way?"
	"Well, we don't have to worry about that now, do we? Justin went
over to his room, and confessed his love through the door! It was all
rather sweet."
	"Oh I do suppose it was. Though, I think our expertise may not be
quite as high as we had imagined."
	"How's that?"
	"I'm not so sure JC's gay. I went over there, and he's having a
serious time with this news about Lance. He's not taking it well at all,
I'm actually kind of worried."
	"Wow, JC of all people?"
	"Yeah, I know. And if he was gay he'd be pretty damn hypocritical,
ya know?"
	"Well, we'll have to work on that one tomorrow. If he isn't gay, I
don't understand what's going on with Jason at ALL!"
	"Yeah, that's what stumps me, too. I think we're going to have
quite a day ahead of ourselves tomorrow." Joey said, getting up.
	"Alright man, sleep well."
	"You, too."

In JC's room:
	"Ghh---ello?" JC rolled over and squinted at his clock. 2:48am.
	"Oh, did I wake you?"
	'Jason.' JC sat up in bed, and shook his head. "Um, yeah, but
that's alright.  How ya doing?"
	"Well, I just got on my plane, but we're not scheduled to take off
for 20 minutes or so."
	"Oh, ok."
	"I just thought I'd call and see how the concert and everything
went?"
	"Oh it was good."
	"Well. . .do you want me to let you go back to sleep?"
	"Um, yeah that sounds good."
	"Oh, ok."
	"It's just that I'm tired. . ."
	"Yeah, I understand. Um, well I love you."
	"Yeah, see you when you get here."
	"Um, ok."
	"Oh, sorry, I love you, too."
	Jason frowned. "Is something wrong hun?"
	'Yes, everything.' "No, I'm just tired. I'll see you in a few
hours. You called and the limo is picking you up and everything?"
	"Yes."
	"Ok, well I'm in room 326, there's an extra key at the front desk,
they've been instructed to give it to you."
	"Ok, well see you soon. I miss you."
	"I miss you, too. G'night Jason."
	"G'night Josh."
	Jason hung up his phone and shook his head. 'What the hell could've
happened last night?'
	Not feeling like debating it in his head, Jason started working on
something on his lap top, and then took a nap once the plane had taken
off. Before long he was at the airport, and he found his luggage without
much mishap. As he looked for the limo driver, he spotted a familiar face
and cringed. Trying to duck into a gift shop, he wasn't quick enough and
soon heard his name being called, while someone tapped on his shoulder.

In JC's room: *Flashback Dream*


JC knocked on Justin's bedroom door.
          "Yeah? It's open?"
         JC walked in to see Justin sitting at his desk, writing a letter.
"Justin?" JC flopped down on Justin's bed, leaning against the headboard
and tucking his knees under his chin. "Can we talk?"
	"Sure JC, what's on your mind?" Justin said, not turning around.
	"Um, Curly? I really need to talk. You know, seriously."
	Justin immediately felt bad. Turning around, he saw JC sitting on
his bed and looked apologetic. "I'm sorry Josh, I didn't realize it was
serious." Justin got up to join JC on the bed. Sitting next to him, Justin
looked him in the eyes. "So what's going on?"
	"Um, Justin, if I told you something, something really important
but kind of upsetting, you'd still love me right?"
	Justin stared at JC. 'God, he's really serious.' He leaned over and
grabbed his hand. "JC, you've always been there for me, since MMC and ever
since. If there's something you need to tell me, you go right ahead, and I
promise it won't change how much I love and respect you. We're brothers
right?" Justin said, holding up his palm and showing the barely visible
scar where each of the boys had cut themselves.  When they'd been friends a
while, they'd decided to be blood brothers, and had done the traditional
ceremony before shooting an episode of MMC.
	JC looked at Justin's palm before him and a tear slid down his
cheek.  Holding up his own palm to Justin's he pressed them together
tightly. "Always."
	"JC, you're scaring me. What's wrong?"
	"Alright, here goes. Please don't hate me, Justin, I couldn't bare
it."
	"JC, I promise you I will never hate you, no matter what you do."
	"Ok, well. . .Justin, I'm gay." JC looked away as another tear slid
down his cheek.
	Justin stared at JC in shock. Quickly realizing he hadn't said
anything Justin spoke up. "JC, I love you, and nothing will ever change
that." Justin got up on his knees and pulled JC into his arms for a big
hug. "If that's how you are, then that's just one more thing that makes
you, you."
	JC sniffed. "Are you sure?"
	"Definitely."
	"Oh Justin." JC threw his arms around him. "Thank you so much. I
was so sure you'd hate me, I just. . .I didn't know how to tell you and I
didn't want you to never speak to me again and I. . ."
	"Shh. I know. But everything's fine now." Justin said, stroking his
hair.
	JC looked up at him. "Justin? You can't tell anyone. I mean
ANYONE."
	"Well, Josh, don't the guys need to know?"
	"NO! You can't tell them! They'd never speak to me again!"
	"Josh, I spoke to you. And you thought I wouldn't?"
	"I know, but you're my best friend. I mean, I had to tell you
because I hated keeping anything from you. They're my best friends, too,
but they're not as close as the two of us are."
	"Alright, Josh. If you say so. But I think they'd be ok with it. At
least Lance."
	"NO! God, I can never tell Lance."
	"Why not?"
	"Um, just because. Well he was raised as a Southern Baptist. I
mean, he was raised thinking it was morally wrong. Just please don't, ok?"
	"Alright JC. I won't say anything if you don't want me to, but if
you ever feel they need to know, I'll be there for you!"
	JC laid his head down and Justin flipped on the tv, still holding
onto him.  As Justin flipped through channels, JC was slowly falling
asleep, with a picture fading before his eyes.

***

	JC sat up in bed, wiping the sweat from his brow. Looking around
the room, JC noticed it was still dark and sighed, whispering one word
softly to himself before laying back down to sleep.
	"Lance."

To Be Continued.

Send all comments to jas_stories@hotmail.com. Thank you everyone for your
comments about Part 19, I'm glad so many of you enjoyed it. But more so,
thank you all for waiting for them to profess their love for each other. It
was much better this way, wasn't it? Well, here's part 20, and don't worry,
because it's so short 21 will be out very shortly (like less than a
week). Sorry for the big delay after such a large installment, but the
Holidays took more of my time then I thought they would. Hope everyone had
a good one, and Happy New Year to you all! Til next time. . .