Date: Wed, 01 Dec 1999 15:11:44 PST
From: Michael McCall <mccall0470@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lance and Michael Chapter Three (Celebrity/Boy Bands)

This story is completely fictional and I am not in anyway implying that
Lance Bass or any members of Nsync are gay. I'd like to take a quick second
to thank everyone who emailed their comments and suggestions from Chapter
Two.  I hope that you all enjoy this chapter, and I would appreciate any
comments and criticisms. You can email me at mccall0470@hotmail.com.


Lance and Michael: Lance's Love
Chapter Three
"Here we Go"


August 19, 1999 Santa Monica, CA

	Michael McCall's eyes slowly opened to the glaring ray of sunlight
forcing its way through the blinds and into his bedroom.  He let out a
small sigh and glanced at the clock.  "Ugh," he groaned inwardly.  "It's
only seven."  Turning his head, Michael's gaze rested on the figure lying
next to him on the bed.  He and Lance had fallen asleep facing each other.
Sometime during the night, Lance had rolled over and snuggled his back
against Michael and they had slept in that position all night.
	Michael moved his arm from around Lance's chest and raised his hand
up to gently brush the singer's cheek.  The intern inched forward and
placed a small kiss on the back of Lance's neck and smiled.  He laid there
for a moment, listening to his lover breathe as he slept peacefully.  Then
very carefully, he rolled away from Lance and off of the bed.
	He quietly walked over to his dresser and pulled out a T-shirt and
a pair of boxers.  Glancing over his shoulder, Michael made sure that Lance
was still asleep as he entered the bathroom and closed the door.

	Michael was cooking in the kitchen when he heard the front door of
the apartment open and his roommate Tyler entered.  Tyler opened his mouth
to greet his friend but stopped when Michael motioned to him to keep his
voice down.
	"Hey, dude." Tyler said softly, giving Michael a quick hug.
	"Hey." Michael smiled.  "Thanks so much for setting things up
yesterday."
	"No problem." He replied.  "I guess I don't have to ask how it
went."
	Michael arched an eyebrow at his friend's comment.  Tyler laughed
and pointed to one of the purple bruises on Michael's neck.  Michael
blushed and returned to his cooking.
	"Yeah, it was amazing." Michael stated.
	Tyler walked around to the other side of the kitchen counter and
sat down on a stool.  "Did it all night, did you?" he asked playfully.
	Michael nodded with a smile as he removed the French toast from the
stove and onto a plate.  "Yup."
	"Where is the studmuffin?"
	"He's still asleep."
	Tyler swiped a piece of French toast from the plate and took a
quick bite.  "And you're making him breakfast.  This must be special."
	"Shut up!"
	"Michael?" Lance's voice came from the bedroom.
	"I'm in the kitchen, babe."  Michael called out.  "Behave." He said
to Tyler.
	A few moments later, Lance emerged from the bedroom dressed only in
his boxers.  He stopped short when he saw Tyler.  "Oh...Didn't know that
anyone was here."
	"Hey, Lance."  Tyler smiled, taking another bite of his French
toast.
	Michael walked over to Lance and took him into his arms.
"Morning." He said, placing a quick kiss on Lance's cheek.
	Lance pulled back to look into his lover's eyes.  Placing a quick
kiss on his lips, Lance playfully punched Michael in the arm.  "This is the
second day in a row that you've had me wake up alone."
	The duo's greeting was interrupted by Tyler clearing his throat.
	"Oh," Michael said.  "Lance this is Tyler."
	"Nice to meet you." Lance said, politely shaking Tyler's hand.
"Forgive my appearance."
	"Not a problem." Tyler chuckled.  "Well, I gotta do some work in my
room.  I'll leave you two alone."
	As Tyler disappeared into his bedroom, Michael led Lance into the
kitchen and motioned for him to sit on the counter.  "I made you
breakfast."
	Lance saw the plate of French Toast and smiled broadly.  "Awww, you
didn't have to do that."
	Michael placed the plate on the counter next to Lance and picked up
a fork.  After pouring some syrup over the French toast, he carefully cut
off a piece and offered it to Lance.  Lance smiled and opened his mouth.
He waited for Michael to place the fork into his mouth before closing it
and seductively pulling the toast from the fork and beginning to chew.
	Michael shook his head and laughed.  "How is it?"
	"Almost as delicious as you are."  Lance grinned.
	Michael took a bite of the French toast and pointed his fork
towards Lance.  "You're getting sappy again, Mr. Bass."
	"Sorry."  Lance apologized as Michael dipped another piece of
French toast into the syrup and lifted it up to him.  Just as the fork was
level with the singer's mouth, a string of syrup dripped from the fork and
onto his chest.
	"Oops."  Michael giggled.
	"Great."  Lance said, looking for a napkin.  "Now I'm gonna be
sticky."
	Michael put down the fork and moved back to Lance.  "No more sticky
than you were last night."
	"Funny." Lance had found a napkin and was reaching for it.
	"No." Michael said, grabbing Lance's wrist.  "Let me."
	Michael gazed quickly into his lover's green eyes before lowering
his head and begin to seductively lick the syrup from Lance's chest.  Lance
gasped as soon as Michael's tongue touched his chest and let out a small
groan.
	"mmmmm....."
	Michael continued to lick his lover's chest until all traces of the
syrup were gone.  Once that task was done, he kissed his way over to
Lance's right nipple and playfully bit it.
	"Ohhhh..." Lance arched his head back at the sensation as Michael
began kissing his way up the singer's chest to his neck.
	Lance turned his head and caught Michael's mouth with his,
instantly parting his lips with his tongue.  Lance wrapped his legs around
the intern's waist and brought his arms up around his neck, pulling him
closer.  The kiss deepened with intensity as the two lovers began to moan
with pleasure.
	"Hey!"  Tyler called from his doorway.  "If you two are gonna do
that, do it in Mikey's room.  Not in the kitchen."
	Michael pulled back laughing.  "Sorry, Ty."
	Lance hopped off of the counter and placed a quick kiss on
Michael's neck.  "Shall we?"
	Michael glanced at the clock and shook his head.  "We should get
going if we're gonna get to the Pond on time."

* * *

Later-The Arrowhead Pond at Anaheim


	"Well...Look who's here!" Justin smiled as Lance entered the
dressing room.
	JC looked up from his newspaper with a grin.  "And it looks like
he's walking funny."
	Lance blushed slightly as he grabbed a bottle of water.  "Hey
guys."
	"I could be wrong, Just," JC began.  "But I'm sensing afterglow on
Mr. Bass here."
	Justin walked over to Lance and looked him over closely.  "Could it
be...?"  The blond grinned walking around his friend.  "That Scoop here got
some last night?"
	Lance smiled and plopped down on the couch next to JC.  "Let's get
this over with."
	JC put down his paper and moved next to Lance.  He reached over and
pulled down the collar of Lance's shirt, revealing several purple and blue
"love marks" on Lance's neck.  "Well, well, well."  JC shook his head.
"Make-up won't like these today."
	"Damn Lance," Justin exclaimed, joining his friends on the couch.
"Didn't you tell him not to leave any visible marks?"
	Lance pulled his collar back up.  "I was a little busy at the
time."

	"Well..." Joey said with a grin as he spun Michael around to face
him.  "How did the big night go?"
	Melinda moved across the office and sat on the desk next to her
intern.  "Spill it, McCall!"
	"Give us all the details." Joey laughed.
	Michael shook his head at his interrogators.  "I can't believe you
guys.  Is nothing sacred?"
	"You know better than to ask that."  Melinda grinned.  "You aren't
leaving this room until you give us every little detail."

	Lance shifted in his seat as he began his story.  "It was so
romantic.  I couldn't believe it when we got to his apartment and saw all
of those lit candles.  They were everywhere!"
	"Awwww." Justin mocked.  "How sweet."
	JC picked up a pillow and tossed it at Justin with a scowl.  "Shut
up!  Let him tell the story."
	JC watched Lance as he began to tell the story of his special
night.  He could see the joy in his friend's eyes and knew without a doubt
that Lance was truly in love with Michael.  There was no question about it.
Lance had finally found someone who could really make him happy with life
and with who he was.  This made JC happy and sad at the same time.
	"Then," Lance continued, his green eyes sparkling.  "He turned on
the stereo and it was the same..."

	"So, I put on the music and any anger that he might of still had
just melted from his face."  Michael smiled.  "His eyes lit up and he
started to cry."
	Joey let out a moan and rolled his eyes.  "Lance has always been
the sappy one."
	"Quiet!" Melinda slapped Joey in the arm.  "I want to hear this."
	"I want to hear about the bruises you're trying to hide under your
collar!"  Joey chuckled, pointing towards the purple mark peering over
Michael's shirt collar.
	Melinda joined in Joey's laughter.  "Ah, summer love!"
	Michael buried his face in his hands and groaned aloud.  "Why do I
feel like I'm in the middle of a Grease number?"

* * *

Later:

	Michael McCall walked off of the stage after completing his final
check of the sponsorship banners.  Looking at his watch, he noticed that it
was just about time to begin set up for the meet and greet.  The intern
entered the backstage area heading for the production office with a smile
on his face.  It had pretty much been a quiet day for him, business as
usual.  Which should make for a good show that night.
	Then intern's quiet thoughts were interrupted when someone grabbed
him from behind and pulling him into a nearby closet.  Before he could
protest, Michael was pushed up against the wall and felt a pair of lips
connect with his.
	"Well, hello!" Michael smiled when Lance pulled away to let him
catch his breath.
	The blond returned the smile and placed another quick kiss on his
lover's lips.  "I've missed you today." He said, moving his right hand down
to massage Michael's crotch.
	"I've missed you, too." Michael replied.  "I got grilled earlier by
Mel and Joey."
	Lance leaned forward and kissed Michael again.  "I got the same
from JC and Justin."  He giggled between kisses.  As his lips once again
made contact with Michael's, Lance began to undo the intern's belt and
expose his hardening cock.
	Lance kissed Michael gently on his cheek and knelt down in front of
him.  "Keep talking."  Lance smiled before taking his lover's stiff cock
into his mouth.
	Michael gasped in pleasure as Lance engulfed him.  "Ummm, should we
be doing this?"
	In response to the question, Lance cupped his hands over Michael's
balls and sucked harder.  Michael leaned back against the wall and let out
a low, guttural groan.  "Lance..." he moaned, placing his hands on the
singer's head.  "Oh, Lance..."
	Lance's head bobbed up and down over his lover's cock.  Ever since
they had made love the night before, Lance couldn't get Michael out of his
head.  It was like he was addicted.  All he could think about was touching
Michael...tasting him...pleasuring him.  That is what led him to this
closet and this moment.  He needed a fix.  No matter how quick it was.  He
just needed to be with the man that he loved.

"Tastes goooood." Lance grinned, rubbing his stomach.  Lance wrapped his
fist around Michael's dick and brought the head to his lips again. Then he
swallowed Michael's cock down to his fist, taking it all in at once!

Lance's mouth was so warm and soft and his tongue worked everywhere that
pleasure could be given, making Michael reel with the thrill.  Michael was
so close to cumming he couldn't believe he hadn't shot off, then he felt
Lance pump his mouth back and then take more of his cock down.  Another
pump and Lance's hand came down to massage his lover's nuts while his nose
brushed against his pubes!
	Michael was trying to keep his moaning quiet, but he was fighting a
losing battle.  Lance's mouth was driving him crazy!  He knew that he was
losing control.  Feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge,
Michael locked his hands onto Lance's shoulder and began to thrust his hips
forward in short and fast movements, fucking Lance's mouth.
	Lance reached up and gripped Michael's ass, pushing his lover
deeper into his mouth.  Feeling that his lover was close to cumming, Lance
strengthened his suction and began to hum.
	"OH LANCE!"  Michael yelled as he lost control and his orgasm took
over, depositing his load into his lover's mouth.  Michael looked into
Lance's eyes and saw how much he was enjoying giving him pleasure as cum
dribbled from the corners of his cock-stretched mouth.  The singer kept
humming and sucking on Michael's cock until it was drained and semi erect,
then let it slip from his lips only to lovingly rub it against his cheek.
	The singer gently placed his lover's deflated cock back into his
underwear, zipped the zipper closed and redid the belt.  Lance stood and
placed a ginger kiss on Michael's lips.  "Thanks." Lance smiled giving the
intern a quick hug.
	Michael caught his breath.  "Isn't that my line?" he smiled.
	Lance brushed his hands through Michael's hair and kissed him
again.  "Nope.  I just really needed to blow you."

* * *

	JC Chasez sat quietly in the rehearsal hall looking over some music
at the piano.  After making a few corrections on the sheet music, the
singer's hands moved to the keys and began to play.  The silence in the
room was instantly replaced with the melodious tones from the piano.  JC
closed his eyes as he felt himself melting into the music.  Gracefully, his
fingers danced over the keys sending the tones of the song into the air to
fill the room.
	The singer's musical trance was broken with the arrival of another
presence in the room with him.  JC stopped playing and opened his eyes to
greet the man standing next to him.
	"That was beautiful."  Michael smiled.
	"Thanks," JC blushed slightly at the compliment.  "It's from the
new album."
	Michael sat down on the bench next to JC and playfully tapped a few
of the keys while JC adjusted a few of his notes on the sheet music.  "I
wanted to thank you for last night." The intern said quietly.
	JC turned and patted Michael on the shoulder with a smile.  "No
thanks necessary.  You made Lance very happy last night.  That's all that
matters."
	Michael smiled and looked down at the piano keys.  "You taking
requests?"
	JC played a few random chords before answering.  "Only if you
sing."
	"Oh, no." the intern shook his head.  "Joey told you about catching
me in the office?"
	JC chuckled as he continued to play.  "Yeah.  He said you weren't
all that bad."
	Michael rolled his eyes.  "I'm not all that good either."
	"So.  I'm not asking you to record anything."  JC said.  "If I'm
gonna play, then you're gonna sing."
	"Okay." He responded softly.  "I'll sing."
	"Good!"  JC beamed.  "What'll it be?"
	After a few moments of thought, Michael nodded his head and
answered.  "Sailing.  That's my favorite."
	"Sailing it is."  JC smiled and began to play the introduction of
the song.
	"You start and I'll join in."  Michael added.
	Michael watched as the singer elaborated the introduction and build
to the first verse.  He saw JC close his eyes and fall into the music as he
began to sing.
	"Well its not far down to paradise, At least its not for me," JC
sang softly.  "And if the wind is right you can sail away and find
tranquility.
	"Oh the canvas can do miracles, Just you wait and see.  Baby
believe me."
	JC opened his eyes for a moment and smiled at Michael.  "Your
verse."
	Michael nodded tentatively and listened for his cue.  "It's not far
to Never-Never-Land, No reason to pretend.  And if the wind is right you
can find the joy of innocence again."  He sang hesitantly.
	JC, sensing his friend's uneasiness, joined in with the next line.
"Oh, the canvas can to miracles, Just you wait and see.  Baby Believe me."
	A smile grew over the intern's face as the duo began to sing the
chorus.  "Sailing, takes me away.  To where I've always heard it could be.
Just a dream and a wind to carry me...Soon I will be free."
	Michael's eyes closed as he let himself go and continue the song
with all of his heart.  He felt JC sitting next to him playing the piano
and singing with perfection.  The rest of the world drifted out of
existence as they sang.  The intern was so wrapped up in singing that he
didn't hear the door to the rehearsal hall open.
	Chris silently entered the hall followed by Joey, Justin and Lance.
They moved to stand around the piano and watched as Michael and JC sang.
One by one they added their voices and joined in the song.  JC opened his
eyes and smiled at his friends as they all sang.
	It wasn't until half way through the song that Michael realized
that he and JC weren't alone and opened his eyes.  To his surprise, he saw
that the rest of the group had joined them in singing.  Then it hit him
that he was sitting at a piano singing with *N Sync!  Lance saw the flicker
in his lover's eyes and that brought a smile to his face.  The blond singer
moved to stand behind the intern and gently placed his arms around his
shoulders.  As they finished the song, Lance leaned down and placed a small
kiss on Michael's forehead.  JC turned to the intern with a smile on his
face.  "Not bad, McCall."  "Thanks," Michael blushed.  "That was fun."
Chris cleared his throat to get the group's attention.  "I hate to break
this up," he began, "But I just got a call from Management concerning the
MTV Awards."  "What's up?" Justin asked taking a sip from his water bottle.
Joey took a seat next to the piano.  "Is it about...?"  "You already asked
them?" Lance interrupted.  "What did they say?" JC asked.  Chris let out a
long sigh for dramatic purposes before continuing.  "It's about our back up
dancers for the show."  He began to pace.  "It would seem that they found
almost all of the dancers we need from the New York auditions."  "Cool."
Justin smiled.  "And...?" Lance said impatiently.  "We need one more."
Chris said flatly walking around the piano to JC and Michael.  "Only one?"
Lance questioned with a knowing smile.  "Yes."  Chris sighed, placing his
hands on Michael's shoulders.  "What ever will we do?" Joey asked, barely
able to contain his laughter.  "Where are we gonna find one more dancer?"
JC chimed in.  Michael looked at the guys skeptically.  "What are you
worried about, guys?  There are thousands of dancers in New York.  I'm sure
that they can find one more."  Lance let out a low chuckle.  "He's cute,
but he's not too bright."  Chris leaned down to whisper into the intern's
ear.  "Michael let me explain this to you..." he began.  "We've got it
cleared through management for you to perform as one of our back up dancers
for the MTV Awards.  What do you say, loverboy?"

* * *

September 1, 1999, Portland Oregon

--Journal Entry, September 1, 1999.  We're in Portland today.  It's hard to
believe that the tour is over in three days.  Then it's off to New York.
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!  I still can't believe that I'm gonna be dancing on stage
with the guys for the MTV Awards!  I've been using all of my spare time to
rehearse with them.  It feels good to be dancing again.  It's been so
long...Things are going great with Lance.  I'm dreading the coming week
though.  As soon as the MTV Awards are over, I'm on a plane back to my life
and school.  It's gonna be hard leaving Lance...--
	Michael McCall's typing was interrupted by Lance rubbing his hand
over the intern's crotch.  "Hey!"  Michael half protested.  "I'm trying to
type here."
	Lance turned Michael toward him and sat in his lap seductively.
"Baby you've been typing for the last half hour." Lance pouted.  "We
haven't had any time together in almost a week."
	Michael leaned forward and kissed Lance on the chin with a smile.
"What you are really saying is that we haven't had sex in almost a week and
you're horny."
	"That too." Lance responded grinding his hips into his lover's lap.
	Michael gently pushed Lance off of his lap and turned back to his
computer.  "Give me a few more minutes and I'll make it up to you."
	Lance stood behind Michael and began to kiss his neck and ears.
The singer let his hands roam down Michael's chest pausing to tweak his
nipples through his shirt.  Michael tried to type but found it impossible
with the distraction of the beautiful blond playing with his body.
	"What do you want, Lance?" he sighed, turning off his computer in
defeat.
	Lance leaned down to Michael's ear and playfully bit his earlobe.
"I want you to fuck me."
	The intern slowly turned to face the blond god and cocked an
eyebrow.  "Really?"
	Lance straddled Michael's lap and sat down hard.  "I want you to
fuck me.  Not make love, not sex..."  Lance groaned, grinding himself into
his lover.  "I want you to fuck me."
	Without another word, Michael grabbed the sides of Lance's face and
pulled him into a deep kiss.  Mouths opened tongues parried and a week's
worth of pent up passion forced its way to the surface.  As they kissed,
the two men pulled and ripped at each other's clothes in a frenzied effort
to make contact with each other's skin.
	Michael stood wrapping Lance's legs around his hips as he began to
move through their hotel room.  He kicked off his shoes as he walked.  The
intern stopped, turned then roughly pushed Lance's back against the nearest
wall, never once breaking their kiss.  Using the wall to support Lance,
Michael reached down and undid the button and zipper of his own shorts,
letting them fall to the floor.  Lance groaned as Michael pushed him into
the wall and kissed him harder.
	Michael reached for a switch on the wall and activated the jets of
the nearby Jacuzzi.  He wrapped his arms around Lance's body and moved away
from the wall towards the churning water.  As he was stepping into the
water, Michael lost his footing and the duo fell into the warm water with a
large splash.  Coming up with a gasp for air, Michael took a half a second
to see that Lance was okay before ripping the singer's pants and boxers off
of him.
	"Ugh," Lance groaned, falling back into the water.  Regaining his
balance, Lance returned to the task at hand.  Lance grabbed Michael by the
shoulders and pulled him down to him.  Their lips met once more, and Lance
let out a long groan.
	Michael reached down and wrapped his hand around Lance's throbbing
cock.  He stroked it roughly and grabbed his balls with his free hand.
	"Michael!" Lance gasped, throwing his arms around the intern's neck
and biting his shoulder.
	"I know..." Michael said biting Lance's nipples, "It's been too
long."
	Lance's hands shot down his lover's body.  "No!"  He gasped, trying
to catch his breath, his hands groping for Michael's cock.  "I need you
inside me!"
	Michael looked up and saw the lust in Lance's eyes.  He moved up
and kissed him hard on the mouth, then lifted the singer slightly out of
the water.  He turned Lance around and bent him over the side of the
Jacuzzi.  Using his oozing pre-cum and the water as lubricant, Michael
spread the sticky man-milk all over his shaft and around
	Lance's asshole. "Here we go!" Michael grunted. Then, without
taking it slowly, he rammed his rod into Lance's waiting, twitching little
hole.
	Lance moaned with pain as he felt Michael penetrate. Instantly he
felt his desire being filled. He bucked his hips, trying to take Michael in
deeper. Michael rubbed Lance's dick with his hands, bringing him to a
powerful orgasm. Lance's load spewed all over his chest and stomach, and
sprayed onto his face and chin. Michael pulled Lance's torso up to his and
licked the cum off of his face greedily. The contractions that went through
Lance's hole due to orgasm were enough to send Michael over the edge. Load
after load shot into the singer's hole, and the feeling of an intense
orgasm made Michael feel as if his eyes would be sucked from their
sockets. The two young men, hot and sweaty, collapsed on top of each other,
into the water.
	After catching his breath, Michael slowly stood, and lifted Lance
into his arms.  Lance's breathing had slowed and his eyes were closed,
enjoying the afterglow.  Michael kissed him lightly on the forehead and
carried him from the Jacuzzi to their bed.  After carefully laying his
lover onto the bed, Michael climbed under the covers and snuggled close to
Lance.
	Lance gently rolled over and looked into Michael's green eyes.  He
smiled and traced the intern's cheekbones with his finger. "That was..."
	"Intense."  Michael grinned.
	"Yeah."  Lance chuckled.  "It was exactly what I needed."
	Michael leaned forward and tenderly kissed Lance's forehead.
"Fucking can be fun.  But I prefer making love to you."
	After a few minutes of silently staring into each other's eyes,
Lance broke the silence.  "Don't go back to school." He said softly.
	"What?!"
	Lance propped himself up on his elbow.  "Don't go back to school."
	"You know I can't do that." Michael replied, rolling onto his back.
	"But if you were hired full time to work for us...you could stay."
Lance explained, placing a hand on his lover's chest.
	Michael turned his head to look at Lance.  He took a few moments to
process what Lance was saying.  "No.  No, I can't."  he said flatly.
	Tears were beginning to fill Lance's eyes.  "But..."
	Michael sat up and pulled Lance into a hug.  "Lance, I love you."
He began, stroking his lover's hair.  "But I've only got one more semester
of school left.  I can't throw it all away just to be close to you."
	Michael felt Lance's tears on his chest and fought back his own
tears.  "Let's not think about this now."  He placed a kiss on Lance's
cheek.  "I love you."
	Lance wiped the tears from his cheek and smiled at Michael.  "I
love you, too."

To be continued...

Next stop, New York!  Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.  Sorry if it feels
rushed.  I just need to get the guys to New York and as close to real time
as possible.  Thanks for reading!  Feel free to send comments and critiques
to mccall0470@hotmail.com !  I love getting email, and I always answer!

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