Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2003 08:02:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Michael Bryan <mzbryan2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: JC and the Actor (Chapter 11)

JC and the Actor, Chapter 11, Copyright 2003

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The following story is entirely a work of fiction.  It is not meant to
imply anything about the sexuality or the personal lives of the members of
NSYNC, or any other celebrities mentioned.  If you are underage, or if it
is illegal to read sexually explicit gay material where you live, don't
read this.

Thanks to everyone who has written so far and I encourage those of you who
haven't to drop me a line, letting me know what you think.
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Chapter 11

	It wasn't that I had consciously not told JC about agreeing to do
the film.  It was more that I had been preoccupied with the things Lance
had said to me.  And of course, JC appearing in the shower with me didn't
bring thoughts of business immediately to mind.

	JC looked at me with a confused expression.  I could tell that he
was hurt knowing that Lance knew something that was so important in my life
before he did.  "I can't believe I forgot to tell you," I said, seeming a
little shocked at myself.  "It just flew out of my mind."  I told him that
Lance had been in the car with me when I made the decision.  Lance nodded.
JC's expression hadn't lifted and I could see that Lance was noticing the
tension building.

	"I think I'm going to go to my room," Lance said, raising his
eyebrows and dramatically making his departure.  My eyes followed Lance out
of the kitchen, then went back to meet JC's.  He looked a bit like a
wounded animal.

	"Josh, what's the matter?" I asked, wondering if maybe something
more serious was bothering him.

	"Do you love me?" he asked quietly.

	"Of course I do."  I was standing on the opposite side of the
kitchen island.  "Where is this coming from all of the sudden?"

	"And you wouldn't keep secrets from me?"

	I was upset by the question and a little annoyed.  Yes I had
professed my love to JC, and yes I believed in having a totally honest
relationship, but his question seemed to me that it would have been more
appropriate to ask of someone he had known for a bit longer than a week.
"Josh," I began.  "I wouldn't lie to you about anything, but I don't know
why you're asking me this."

	His face relaxed a bit and he sat back on his stool.  "I'm sorry,"
he said.  "I guess it was just the idea of you not jumping to tell me
something so huge made me wonder if we weren't as close as I thought we
were."

I smiled at him and walked over to him, placing my hand on his back.
"Josh, my mind has just been all over the place lately.  So much is
preoccupying me that I don't even know what to think about sometimes.  I
leaned down and kissed his cheek.  I could feel his face forming a smile as
he moved it across my lips until his lips touched mine.  As he kissed me I
realized that I was keeping something from him.  I hadn't told him about
Lance's proposition, the reason why I forgot to say anything about the
film.  I still wasn't sure if Lance had just been joking, and I really
didn't want to cause problems for JC or the group.  But I still felt
guilty, even though I told myself I was protecting JC from getting
unnecessarily hurt.  It was frustrating how people like Lance could make
you feel like you're part of lie, without you actually doing anything
wrong.

	"You know," JC said pulling his head back.  "I've never dated a
celebrity before."

	"Well, our relationship is just full of firsts isn't it?"  I kissed
him again and we finished dinner, relaxed and happy once again.

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	I woke up around three in the morning, dying of thirst.  I turned
to my right to see JC sleeping peacefully, the moonlight casting a dim glow
around him.  The sheet had fallen to about the middle of his chest, so I
could see his upper body slowly moving up and down as he breathed.  I
slowly slipped out of the bed, being careful not to disturb him, and padded
down to the kitchen, clad in the boxer-briefs I had been sleeping in.

	I noticed a bit of light emerging from Lance's room as I walked
into the kitchen.  I figured he must have just gotten in.  I opened the
refrigerator and took out an eight-ounce bottle of water.  Just as I closed
the refrigerator, I heard a soft moan.  Like an idiot, I opened and closed
the refrigerator again to see if that was what made the sound.  It wasn't.
I twisted off the cap to the water and started drinking.  I heard another
sound of some kind and realized it was coming from Lance's room.  I could
see his door from the kitchen, and the light coming out of it looked like a
trail reaching across the floor.  I must have had a sense of what was going
on in there, but I found myself walking toward his room, my own morbid
curiosity overtaking me.  As an actor, I tended to like putting myself in
strange situations so that I could study my own reactions to them, as well
as the reactions of others around me.  Of course, such behavior did have
its risks.

	As I neared the door, a clear picture of where the sounds were
coming from emerged.  I could see Lance's bed and on top of it was Lance
and another guy.  The guy was on all fours, facing the door.  Lance was
behind him, slamming his cock into him.  They were both completely naked.
Lance's smooth, lightly defined chest was covered in sweat, and I could
tell that he had an ample cock, as I saw it going in and out of the guy in
front of him.  The guy was a young blond twink-type, and he looked like he
was really enjoying himself as he slammed back against Lance, groaning,
telling him to fuck him harder.  I could feel my cock get hard as rock as I
watched, knowing I should leave, but unable to do so.  At first both of
them had there eyes closed.  But then the twink's eyes shot open and they
focused on me in less than a second.  I went to leave, but apparently my
feet had other plans since I remained standing there.  He looked surprised
at first, but then he smiled.  I realized he was staring at my body and the
entirety of the situation was driving him crazy.  I could see his own
slender hard cock, bouncing up and down as Lance fucked him.  The twink's
eyes kept moving from my chest to the bulge in my boxer-briefs, and I
couldn't help but think to myself what a night to remember this would be
for him.

	I couldn't deny how turned on I was by the sight in front of me, as
there was substantial physical evidence.  I didn't know how long this
scenario was lasting, but I could feel that I had started to perspire.  The
developing moisture on my palms, along with the condensation on my water
bottle caused it to slip out of my hands and roll against the floor.
"Fuck!" was all I could think to myself as the bottle hit the ground.  The
sound caused Lance's eyes to open and he fixed his gaze upon me, standing
in the doorway.  He stopped pounding into the twink, who immediately
started pushing himself back against Lance, not wanting the fuck to end.
Lance's face never registered the surprise his friend's did.  He just
smiled as he too noticed my hard cock in my shorts.  I looked down quickly
and noticed a wet spot had formed on them.  Lance brought up his hand and
pushed it through his sweaty hair.

	"Join us," he said very calmly.  The twink's eyes widened with
excitement as he realized he may be getting more than he had bargained for
this evening.  My heart was racing and I wiped at the sweat forming on my
brow.  I looked directly into Lance's eyes for a moment, before backing
away and running up the stairs.

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	I was practically shaking as I got back into bed.  I was a nervous
wreck and so sexually excited at the same time that I really didn't know
what to do with myself.  I didn't even look at JC as I slipped back under
the sheets.  I rolled to my side so that my back faced him.  I felt like I
had no mind.  All I could do was replay the images I had seen and focus on
how hard my cock was.  I couldn't begin to think about the ramifications of
what I had done, if indeed there were any.

	I was debating whether I should just go into the bathroom and
beat-off when I felt JC brush up against me.  He wrapped his arms around me
and kissed the side of my neck.

	"Where did you go?" he asked sleepily.

	"I was thirsty," I replied immediately.  My hand reached up and
grasped his.

	"Poor baby," he said, kissing my neck again.  The hand he had over
me cupped my pec and I thought that I might explode right then and there.
It slid down my sweaty torso, until it cupped the raging erection in my
shorts.  He paused for a second.  "Mmm, is that for me?" he asked, giving
it a squeeze.  I didn't know if he had felt the wet spot that was already
there.  I did know that I needed him badly at that moment.

	I whipped around and shoved my tongue down his throat.  He seemed
confused for a moment, but quickly got up to speed.  I was kissing him deep
and hard, my hands grasping the sides of his face.  I rolled on top of him
and began kissing my way down his chest.  I could feel an urgency in my
groin that wasn't going to last through a lot of foreplay.  I started
sucking on his nipples and licking all over his chest.  JC just moaned
softly, letting me have my way with him.  I pushed up his arms and pushed
my face into his armpit, inhaling his scent and licking him.  My cock was
so hard that it literally hurt.  I reached down and yanked my shorts down
to my knees.  Then I yanked down JC's.  Our cocks were lying against each
other.  There wasn't much I could see in the darkness, but I could feel
everything.

	I realized there was no time for fucking.  No time for condoms.  No
time for blowjobs.  I started grinding up against him.  I lifted my upper
body up by arms as I humped against him.  He opened his legs until I fell
in-between them.  JC was softly calling my name as he began to move himself
up and down underneath me.  I could feel his long cock poking me in the
stomach as I continued to writhe against him.  I leaned my head down and
started tongue kissing him again.  He was meeting the force I was using and
our cocks were quickly sliding all over our stomachs, made slippery by our
sweat and precum.

	In a few short minutes I knew that I had to come.  I increased the
pace, concentrating on the feeling of my cock against his hard stomach.
Images of my cock and his stomach flooded my brain along with images of
Lance's cock sliding in and out of the twink downstairs.  I was moaning
into JC's mouth, giving him a pretty clear indication that I was on the
verge of cumming.  His hands had just grabbed onto my ass, and he had just
raised up his knees when I felt myself start to shoot.  I could tell JC was
cumming as well since he started convulsing beneath me.  I could feel the
hot liquid spraying up against me, and not knowing whose it was just made
me cum harder.  Tears were streaming down my face as I felt the incredible
release that I needed for so long.  I kept rocking into him for a long time
after my initial ejaculation, making sure I had gotten it all out, waiting
for my cock to tire.  I kissed JC some more, than rolled off of him.
Sweaty, covered in cum, completely confused and euphoric all at once, I
almost immediately passed out into sleep.

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	The next morning, I woke with a feeling of intense guilt.  I hadn't
cheated on JC, but I wondered if last night I had used him.  He lay there
naked next to me.  The sheet was gone and I could see his morning erection,
but at the moment I was feeling nothing sexual.  I got out of bed and
headed into the shower.  I put on all of the jets at full blast and stood
in the middle of them, hoping the pounding water would knock some sense
into.  Why did I stand there?  Why did I walk over to Lance's room in the
first place?  I wasn't even attracted to Lance.  Not that I didn't think he
was an ok looking guy, but I knew it was something else.  It was the sexual
energy surrounding him.  Being around Lance was like watching a porno.  It
made you feel intensely excited while you watched, then a little silly
after it ended.

	I didn't so much as touch Lance, and my actions suggested that I
had no intention to do so.  Maybe I was just a voyeur.  Maybe I was
interested in watching anyone have sex.

	While I shampooed my hair I thought that I should just tell JC
exactly what happened.  Then I wouldn't have to worry about anything being
interpreted incorrectly.  But then I pictured myself telling JC that I
spent part of last night watching Lance fuck some guy and that it really
turned me on.  I just couldn't really see that going over very well.  JC
was obviously already worried about our relationship and this would
probably just make him think that we just weren't going to work out as a
couple.

	If I didn't say anything to JC I would be depending on Lance to
keep the secret.  I honestly had no idea if this was something he would do.
Lance's behavior suggested that he thought people should be able to do what
they want, so maybe it wasn't a big deal to him.  Hell, maybe he had even
asked JC once or twice to join in.  Still, I knew it wasn't merely an offer
and refusal that went down between Lance and me.  He knew I was standing
there, and he knew I was turned on by it.

	I heard the door to the bathroom open and I immediately shut off
the shower and stepped out of it.  JC was standing there, smiling at me,
still naked.

	"Aw, I missed my chance," he pouted.  He leaned in to kiss me and I
instinctively backed away.

	"I have to meet Allen," I said, reaching for a towel.

	"Oh, ok," he said.  He stepped into the shower.  "We're taping Leno
today around five.  Do you think you'll be around?"

	At the moment all I wanted to do was vanish, but I told myself not
to put my relationship in any more jeopardy than I already had.  "Sure," I
said.  "That should be really cool."

	"I can send a car for you here, unless you'll be out."

	"Um, well I may try to catch up with some friends while I'm here,
but I'll give you a call."

	"Ok," he said, turning on the water.  I walked out of the bathroom
and got dressed.  I wanted to smack myself for once again putting up an
obstacle between the two of us.  This was only week two.

	When I got downstairs I headed directly into the kitchen.  I didn't
want to see or hear anything concerning Lance's room.  I decided I should
make breakfast for JC.  It was a way of saying I was sorry without
suggesting there was anything to be sorry about.  In a few minutes I had
eggs and bacon under way, and I was contemplating making pancakes when JC
came down the stairs, wearing jeans and a v-neck t-shirt.  I saw him stop
at the bottom of the stairs, then walk over toward Lance's room.  My heart
nearly jumped out of my chest when I saw him bend down and pick up the
water bottle I had dropped last night.  He looked at it for a second, and
then came into the kitchen, placing the bottle on the counter.

	"Pancakes?" I inquired, hoping to start a conversation.

	JC looked at me and laughed.  "You're quite the domestic!"

	"Well," I said, pretending to act serious.  "Nothing's too good for
my man."  I waived the spatula at him.

	"The eggs and bacon are fine," he said.  "I think the car is going
to be here soon for Lance and me."

	"Oh, ok then." I put the food on a plate and handed it to him.

	"You really do love to cook, though, don't you?" he asked, biting a
piece of bacon.

	"Well, during the cold winter months in New Hampshire, which
basically lasted from October until April, I don't think my mom knew what
else to do with me.  So she turned me into a gourmet chef."  I stood over
the counter, eating and reminiscing.

	"You're an only child?" he asked.  I could tell in his voice that
he was surprised he didn't already know the answer to that question.

	"Yup, my mom likes to joke that she and my dad wanted to have other
children after me, but that I was so demanding they knew they would never
be able to devote equal time to another one."

	"Were you a real annoying kid?" JC asked, smiling.

	"No, I mean, I don't think so.  I did always have to have
everything go my way, but that never really seemed to be a problem.  How
about you?"

	He shook his head no.  "I was always pretty agreeable," he said,
perhaps wishing a little that he hadn't been.

	"You have a brother and a sister right?"  It felt strange applying
my Internet research to the real person in my life.  I had also heard
rumors of JC being adopted, but didn't think it was particularly my
business to ask if they were true or not, nor did I think it really
mattered in one-way or another.

	"Yeah," he said they're great."

	"Do you get to see them a lot?"

	"Not as much as I'd like to."  We talked a bit more about our
families and I couldn't help but notice that JC had lost a lot of his
jittery speech when talking to me.  I realized it must be because he felt
comfortable around me.  The thought made me want to swoon, but also made me
feel terribly guilty.

	I was just putting my dish into the sink when I heard Lance's door
open.  A chill ran up my spine as I realized I would have to face him and
JC at the same time.  Lance stood in the kitchen, rubbing at his eyes and
wearing a t-shirt and boxers.  JC said "hi" to him and Lance gave him a
mock salute.  "Late night?" JC asked, noting that Lance looked particularly
tired and disheveled.

	Lance yawned.  "Didn't get much sleep last night," he said,
stretching his arms above his head.  "How about you Nathan?  How'd you
sleep?"  I picked up the spatula and thought about throwing it at him.
There wasn't a note of sarcasm in his voice.  It sounded like he was
legitimately asking.  I don't know how he did it.

	"Fine," I said shortly.  "Eggs?"  I started piling some onto a
plate.  I hadn't intended on making breakfast for Lance, but in my guilt I
must have made enough food for the entire band.

	JC looked at Lance.  "I slept fine too," he offered, hinting at
what he thought was Lance's rudeness in not asking him as well.  Lance sat
down next to JC and started eating.  I saw him look at the water bottle on
the counter and then smile at me.  I didn't want to let on how annoyed I
was, and I thought to myself what a bad situation this was going to turn
into. Lance was having fun with it, and I wasn't.

	JC told Lance that he better get ready to go but Lance said it
didn't really matter.  "What's the point?" he joked.  "They makes us all
pretty when we get there anyway."  The guys were doing a photo-shoot for
some magazine this morning.

	"Well gentlemen, I must bid you adieu." I said, happy that it was
time for me to leave.  Call me later Josh."  Josh waved to me and Lance
yelled, "See ya" as I headed down to the garage.

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	Josh had told me I could use his Mercedes, which I was really
enjoying as I whipped through the Hollywood Hills with the top down.  I
wasn't really used to driving after spending so many years in New York, but
at the moment it felt free and exhilarating.  Allen was using an office at
the Los Angeles offices of his firm, and since I had been there before, and
spent time in LA in the past, I had a pretty good idea of how to get there.
I also wasn't really worried about being late, since I was so seldom early.

   	Allen waved me into his office and sat down at his temporary desk.
He smiled brightly at me and said, "I think you're going to be very happy
Mr. Murray."  I looked at him quizzically as he pushed a piece of paper
across the desk to me.  I picked it up and smirked at him, laughing at this
being Allen's attempt to be dramatic.  A number "two" was written on the
paper.

	"Are you serious?" I asked, feeling the excitement building within
me.  "Two hundred thousand dollars?"  I had no idea what to expect for a
first film, but it sounded like a great place to start.

	Allen looked back at me, beaming.  "No," he said.  "Two million
dollars."

	"What?"  I jumped out of my chair.  "Are you fucking kidding me
with this?"

	"I'm good Nathan, I told you I was good.  Just remember I get ten
percent of that."

	"But how did you, I mean how could he, I..." I had been reduced to
a dribbling idiot.

	"I just explained to Mr. Ridgecliff that someone of your age and
with your talent and good looks doesn't exactly come along everyday.  That
combined with the fact that you most certainly will be a Tony award winner
before the film's release, which will add a significant layer of
credibility to the film, and that you were fielding other offers, well, it
just made him realize that he really didn't want to let you get away."

	"Oh my God!" I screamed.  I ran over and picked Allen up out of his
chair.  "This is amazing!"  I hugged him and thought about offering him my
first-born.

	"You done good kid."  I settled myself down, though I couldn't
bring myself to sit back down.  Allen went on to give me some of the
particulars of filming, and also told me that he had negotiated my release
from the play.  Basically I would do the play up until the day I left for
Africa, which would give the show ample time to find my replacement.  Allen
also told me that the show was reopening next Tuesday with Liza's
understudy playing her role for the first week, and then she would be
replaced by Stockard Channing.  I had always liked her work, and looked
forward to getting to work with her.

	When I left Allen's office I immediately called JC.  There was no
answer, as he must have been right in the middle of his photo-shoot.  I
left a simple message.  "Hey Josh, just wanted to let you know that your
boyfriend is really, really rich."  I hung up the phone and immediately
realized just how much richer JC was than me.  "Oh well," I thought.  "It's
a start."

	I had just finished a late lunch with a couple of my friends that I
had gone to college with when my cell phone rang.  It was JC.  He asked me
where I was and I told him that I was at some restaurant in Santa Monica.
He told me there was probably no way that I would know how to get to
Burbank where the "Tonight Show" was taped, and so he offered to have a car
come get me.  I was just about to say that was fine when I heard him
talking to someone else.  "That's ok," he said.  "You really don't have to.
Are you sure?  Um, ok then."

	"Josh?" I said.

	"Sorry," he said.  "Lance just said that he would come get you.  I
think he wants to take a drive or something."  I knew it would seem odd for
me to protest so I simply said that would be fine and told him that I would
bring the car back to the house.  I closed the phone and thought about how
much trouble I was in.

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	Lance came into the house and called out my name.  I came out from
the den and walked straight up to him.  "Why are you doing this?" I asked.
I was angry.

	"Doing what?" he asked back.  He seemed totally confused.  "I just
thought I would make a nice gesture.  Geez, you try to be nice to some
people."

	"Let's just go."  I walked past him down to the garage and got into
his car.

	I was mostly silent on the trip to Burbank.  I considered that I
may be overreacting to the situation, but I doubted it.

	"So that guy was really good." Lance finally offered.

	"Oh," I said, looking down, tapping my fingers together.  Couldn't
he have just not brought it up?

	"Really tight, and he couldn't have been more eager to please.  You
missed out.  Don't you like to party?"  He looked at me and raised his
eyebrows.

	"Lance," I started, hoping this would end the conversation.  "I
shouldn't have eavesdropped and I'm sorry for that."

	"Everyone likes to watch," he said, his eyes on the road.  "But
some people also like to play."

	"Lance, you know I'm dating Josh, and that I wouldn't do anything
to hurt him.  Last night was nothing more than curiosity on my part."

	Lance could hear the tension in my voice.  He took his hand off the
wheel and reached over to lightly pat me on the leg.  "Ok, ok," he laughed.
"Relax, I was just joking around with you.  No harm done.  We're all just a
bunch of horn-dogs.  I'm sure you and Josh will go on to live a long and
happy life and make a million babies together."

	I was still leery of him, but I could also see Lance being able to
treat last night as an unimportant event that need not be discussed
anymore.  Lance did seem to drop the topic as he asked me how my meeting
went this morning.  I told him that it went well and soon we were
discussing the movie and the different settings it was going to be shot in.
By the time we arrived at the studio, I was actually laughing again at some
of the things Lance would say.  We were lead backstage to the green room
where the other guys were waiting.  "Lucky you," Lance said before opening
the door.  "You get to sit back here with Mrs. Robinson."

	I was laughing as we entered.  Sure enough the guys were there
along with Cameron.  JC noticed us coming in together and he immediately
walked over to me and pulled me over to the side of the room.

	"I can't kiss you in here because you never know when the cameras
are on, but I'm thrilled your movie deal worked out."

	"Two million," I said, trying to control my smile.

	Lance, who was still standing nearby, must have overheard me,
because he walked over and said "Two million?  That's a whole lot of
bottled water."  JC asked him what he was talking about but Lance ignored
him.  He leaned into the two of us and whispered, "You should ask Cameron
how much she got for her first movie."  He laughed and walked away.

	"He really doesn't like her," JC said.

	"I wonder what she thinks about him?" I asked.

	The other person being interviewed tonight was, whom we were told
had just arrived.  I didn't think much of that fact until she walked in
with Kid Rock, who wasn't exactly a huge fan of NSYNC.  There was a
definite tension developing backstage, particularly between Kid Rock and
Justin who, of the five, I could tell had the most issues with not being
considered a true musician.  The tension was only relieved once everyone
had taken the stage, leaving me, Cameron Diaz and Kid Rock sitting on the
couch, watching the TV screen.  I wondered if any three people could have
had less in common.  We sat rather quietly until NSYNC took the stage.  Kid
Rock rolled his eyes and walked out of the green room, saying something
about needing to find the liquor cart.  Cameron and I both sat there,
staring at the TV, mesmerized watching our men sing and dance.  After all
these years the guys still had it going on.

	Jay Leno interviewed them after they performed.  When he asked JC
what it was like to be back together with his group after such a long
break, he began what I could tell was going to be a lengthy explanation of
his feelings.  Chris and Justin almost immediately started to interrupt him
and soon after he gave up trying to answer.  It was those awkward moments
that had made me infatuated with him before I knew him, and they were part
of why I loved him now.

	After the taping we were headed for White Lotus, which was supposed
to be the best club in LA at the moment.  JC and I were back to talking
only to each other, occasionally stopping to exchange pleasantries with
someone that would come up to us.

	"I wish it was only us!" JC yelled into my ear, trying to be heard
over the loud music.

	"It will be soon enough!" I yelled back.  "It's probably important
that you be seen out a lot while you're promoting the album."

	"You catch on fast.  We'll be calling you Mr. Hollywood pretty
soon."  I was having so much fun drinking and talking with Josh, but part
of me felt like I had ruined something.  If I had only not done what I did
last night, I would be completely free to enjoy myself with him, instead of
worrying if it was all going to blow up in my face.

	Late into the evening, after much drinking and dancing, Lance came
wobbling over to the two of us.  We had been doing our share of drinking
and dancing as well, so my defenses probably weren't up as much as they
normally would be.

	"I want to talk to your boyfriend," Lance said to JC.  His eyes
were a bit glassy and his speech was slowed.

	"Be my guest," JC said.  "I have to go to the little boy's room
anyway."  JC wandered off and I was once again face to face with Lance.

	"Having fun?" I asked, somewhat sarcastically.

	"So much fun," he said.  "Though not as much fun as last night."  I
shifted my weight to my other side, realizing that he wasn't going to drop
this.  "You know that kid is around here somewhere.  He asked if he could
go home with me again but I told him I'm strictly one per customer."

	"Well, if we don't live by rules, we're nothing but animals aren't
we?"

	"Exactly," he said, waving his finger at me.  He leaned over until
his cheek was occasionally rubbing up against mine.  "I want to fuck you,"
he said.  "I bet you're much better than that kid."  He laughed.  "Even
though you're a bit older."

	I pulled away from him and thought about just leaving.  "Lance, I'm
dating Josh.  You know, you're best friend?"

	"Oh what's the big deal?" he asked, waving me off with his hand.
"I've fucked a lot of Josh's boyfriends."  I didn't know what the hell that
statement meant, but I made a mental note to think about it when I sobered
up.

	"This conversation is over." I said sternly.  I turned to leave but
Lance grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him.

	"Come on," he said.  "You don't want me to have to tell Josh about
last night do you?"

	I pulled his arm off of me.  "Nothing happened last night." I
growled.

	"Please."  His head fell back.  "You practically came in your
shorts you wanted it so bad."

	"Are you planning on blackmailing me Lance?  Is that what's going
on here?"

	He stopped wobbling.  It was as though an important thought had
just entered his head.  "Well I don't know," he finally said.  "Maybe I
am."  I looked at him and thought I was really about to hit him.  "Or maybe
I'm not."

	"Well which is it?" I asked through my clenched teeth.

	"Maybe you'll just have to wait and see."  He was coming up with a
new game and I could see that he liked it.  "So what do you think about
that?"

	I stood there for a moment, not at all sure what to do.  "Go fuck
yourself," I finally said.  I pushed him backward and he stumbled a little.
A few people noticed the hostility but I was already walking away.  I saw
Josh and waved him over to me.  "Let's go," I said.  He seemed ready and
pointed me toward the rear entrance where his car was waiting.


To be continued