Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 16:19:03 PST From: Michael McCall <mccall0470@hotmail.com> Subject: Lance and Michael Chapter Five (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 Four. Thanks to Jeremy, Jason and Michael for their continued support and encouragement. Rob, special thanks to you for your edits, inspirations, and for simply being there. 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 Five "Uninvited" October, 12, 1999, Malibu, California: Chris Kirkpatrick parked his car near the edge of the sand and shut off the engine. Grabbing his cel phone, he opened the door and exited the car. Chris brought his right hand up to adjust his sunglasses as he scanned the beach area. Seeing the bustling film crew off to his right, the singer smiled and headed in their direction. Chris made his way through the maze of cables and road cases to the production trailer. Taking two quick steps up the stairs, he opened the door and entered the trailer. "That's not good enough!" Michael McCall sighed heavily into the phone. His back was turned toward the door of the trailer, so he hadn't seen Chris entered. Chris quietly stepped closer to the office area and cleared his throat. He smiled as Michael raised a hand indicating that he would be with him in a minute. Looking around the trailer, Chris was amazed by the storyboards pinned to the wall along with script pages and photographs of the sets and actors. He looked closer at the drawings, trying to figure out what type of film his friend was producing. "Listen, Marc." He heard his friend loosing his patience with the phone conversation. "You said that those set pieces would be delivered and set up by noon tomorrow. Either have them here at that time, or don't expect a check from me." Chris winced at the sound of the phone being slammed down on the desk. He slowly turned to look at his friend. "What do you need?" McCall asked without turning around. "Ummm..." Chris began. "The director sent me to tell you that the fire wasn't too big and that we got it out before it could damage too much of the set." "What the...?!" Michael spun around to face singer. A smile instantly appeared on the singer's face. "Gotcha!" Michael McCall's jaw dropped and Chris could see the tension slip away from his face. "Chris?" "Hey dude!" Chris pulled his friend into a hug. "'Sup?" "I didn't recognize you with the new hair." Michael smiled and ruffled the singer's hair. "You almost look respectable!" "Says you." Chris smiled. "You forget that we were meeting for lunch?" At that moment, a mild beeping came from Michael's laptop computer. Michael grinned and tapped the spacebar. "That would be my reminder. Are you early?" "A little." Michael reached for his radio on his desk and pressed the talk button. "Liz? This is Michael, come in." After a moment, a female voice came over the radio. "Go ahead, Michael." "Liz, I'm going 10-7 for a bit." He spoke into the radio. "Page me if you need me." "No problem. Have a good one." Michael placed the radio next to his laptop and grabbed his cel phone. "Ready?" "Let's go!" * * * Orlando, Florida "Lance?" JC Chasez called out as he entered his friend's house. "I'll be out in a second." He heard Lance from the back of the house. "Meet me in the office." JC shrugged and entered Lance's home office. It wasn't a very big room, especially with the large desk that Lance had placed near the window. JC strolled over to the desk and glanced at the row of photos that were lined up near the window. The first was a photo of Lance and his family at Christmas. JC smiled. Lance's mom always had a smile on her face. The next photo was of the very first concert that Nsync performed at. "We were all so young." There were a couple of other photos, highlights from Lance's career. One with Janet Jackson and another with Rosie O'donnell. The final photo was the most recent and the largest. JC picked up the photo and studied it closely. In the photo, Lance was sitting on the floor of the tour bus with his boyfriend, Michael McCall sitting behind him. Michael had his arms wrapped around the singer's chest and they were sitting cheek to cheek. Both men were smiling broadly, and it was obvious how they felt about each other. JC sighed and placed the photo back on the desk. It had been over a month since he had seen Michael and Lance together. He had spoken to Michael a couple of times on the phone and could tell that he was missing Lance. And there was no question in JC's mind that Lance missed Michael terribly. "Hey." Lance smiled as he entered the office. "How was your flight?" JC took a seat near the desk. "It was okay." Lance sat behind the desk and attempted to clean up the files in front of him. "Did you get to see Rob?" Letting out a long sigh, JC grinned. "He met me at my hotel last night. We didn't do much, just..." "Fucked like porn stars?" Lance finished the sentence for his friend. "Yeah...I guess we did." JC laughed uncomfortably and shifted in his seat. "Have you heard from Michael?" He quickly added to change the subject. Lance's smile faded from his face. "We haven't connected in a week." "I'm sorry." "It's okay." Lance replied, cheering up a little. "I've taken steps to rectify that!" "Really? What?" Lance glanced over at the clock and nodded. "Even as we speak, our dear Mr. Kirkpatrick is putting my plan into motion." * * * "So, how is the movie coming along?" Chris asked between bites of his chicken. Michael took a drink of his water and sat back in his seat with a sigh. Chris could see the fatigue and stress in his friend's face. "It's not as bad as it could be." Michael grinned. "But is it good?" "Well," Michael began. "The director is stressing because this is his thesis. The final product is the deciding factor for his graduation. And our Production Coordinator quit last week. So between babysitting the director and doing the PC's job, I'm stretched pretty thin. "But, I don't want to talk about that." Michael smiled, taking another drink of his water. "How's the house coming along?" Chris' eyes lit up as he filled Michael in on all of the details for his new house. Michael watched as Chris became more and more animated as he continued his narration. A smile crossed his lips as the conversation reminded the former intern of his days hanging out with Nsync during their down time and the fun he had with all of them. His thoughts took a sharp turn as soon as Lance entered his head, and the smile quickly disappeared. Chris noticed the change in his friend and stopped talking instantly. "Hey." He said, breaking Michael from his trance. "You're thinking about Lance, aren't you." Michael looked down at his plate and nodded slowly. "When's the last time you guys talked?" "About two weeks ago." Michael admitted. "We play phone tag and do a lot of emailing...Our schedules just don't match up." After a moment of silence, Michael added. "I miss him." Chris placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "He misses you, too. He can't stop talking about you." Michael let out a small laugh. "He damn well better miss me! His emails are driving me crazy!" "Ah, seems like someone is missing his regular booty call." "It's more than that, Chris." Michael blushed. "I miss holding him...sleeping with him...just looking at him." "Check please!" Chris teased, flagging down the waitress. Michael tried to control his laughter as the waitress dropped off the bill. Then with a swift movement, he grabbed the bill before Chris could. "Hey!" Chris protested. Michael handed his credit card to the waitress. "This one's on me." Chris sat back and took a drink of his coke. "Okay. But you have to help me shop for furniture then." "Cool. When?" "How's Friday night?" Michael closed his eyes and mentally went through his schedule. "I'm free that night." The waitress returned with his receipt and he quickly signed it. Chris stood and waited for his friend. "Good. I'll pick you up at 7pm." "It's a date." Michael smiled. "And you can buy dinner." * * * October 13, 1999. 5:15am Michael McCall slowly walked into his apartment, dropping his jacket on the couch as he made his way to his bedroom. He looked at the clock as he entered the room and sighed. He had been working for nearly twenty hours at the filming location and was looking forward to some quality time with his bed. Michael paused for a moment in front of his desk before deciding to check his email. While waiting for his email to download, he looked at his reflection in the mirror next to his desk. A small groan escaped his lips as he noticed the red in his eyes, and the obvious fatigue that was causing dark circles to emerge under his eyelids. "I need a day off." He sighed. His computer chimed, indicating that the download was complete. Taking a quick scan of the mail, he smiled and opened the letter from Lance. Fighting to keep his eyes open, Michael clicked the reply button and quickly typed. "Hey Babe! Sorry I haven't written or called. This film is killing me. I miss you so much. More than anything, I need to hear your voice soon or I will go crazy. I'm tempted to hop a plane to Orlando this weekend just to see you. What do you think? All my love.... Michael." Michael hit the send button and got up from the desk. He kicked off his shoes and pants as he moved towards the bed. Peeling off his shirt, fell onto the bed and closed his eyes, surrendering to sleep. 5:40 am The ear-piercing sound of the phone ringing caused Michael to awake with a start. It took another two rings for him to figure out where he was and that the phone was in fact ringing. His right hand reached for the phone and brought it to his ear. "H...Hu..Hello?" he managed to get out. "Hey sexy." The deep southern voice that came through the phone line slowly brought a smile to Michael's face. "Lance?" he questioned, rubbing his eyes. "I just got your email, so I thought I'd call." Lance said. "Figured you still be at home." "I just got home a half hour ago." Michael stated, trying to wake up. "Just fell asleep." "I'm sorry, Pookie. I just wanted to talk to you. Should I call back?" Michael sat up and leaned back against the headboard. "Hell no." "I miss you." Michael felt a warm rush flow through his body and he sighed. "I miss you, too." Then after a moment, "Did you just call me Pookie?" He heard Lance laugh and say, "Took you long enough." "I'm not exactly at my best right now." "I heard." Lance said softly. "Chris told me about the film. I'm sorry that it's been rough for you." Michael ran a hand through his hair. "Are you keeping tabs on me, Mr. Bass?" "Seems like the only way to stay up to date with your life." There was an uneasy silence as Michael tried to figure the best way to respond. His thoughts were interrupted by Lance's apology. "I'm sorry, Michael." Lance whispered. "That came out a lot harsher than I wanted it to." Michael took a deep breath, "I'm flying to Orlando this weekend to see you." "No!" Lance answered, almost too quickly. "You should rest this weekend. You sound exhausted. I'll be on the West Coast in a week and a half. We can hold out until then." "Maybe you can..." Michael chuckled, easing himself back under the covers. "I have to be in New York this weekend, anyway." Lance replied. "You sound really tired. Why don't you go to sleep and I'll call later." "I don't wanna go to sleep." Michael whined playfully. "I want to listen to the sexy voice of my boyfriend." Lance laughed. "What do you want to talk about?" "I don't care, just as long as I can hear your voice." Michael listened as Lance cleared his throat and began to speak. "I wish I was there with you right now. I can tell by your voice how tired and stressed you are. You need to relax." "Well, I would be sleeping if the phone hadn't woken me up." Michael laughed softly. Lance chose to ignore the last statement and continued his line of thought. "If I was there with you, I could rub the tension out of your shoulders and get you nice and relaxed. Of course I wouldn't be able to stop there. While I was rubbing your shoulders, I would end up kissing your neck and your ears. And you know that once I get a taste of your skin, I can't have enough." "Uh, huh." Michael said sleepily as he stretched his legs out under the sheets. "Then I'd start craving your chest. My mouth would have to find its way to your pecs and nipples." Lance narrated, almost breathless. Michael could feel his cock start to swell as he glanced over to the clock. 6:10 am. "I'd let my hands roam down your sides to your boxers. Slowly, I would slide them down your legs, freeing your..." "Um....Lance?" Michael interrupted. "If you keep this up, I won't be able to sleep." "By the time I'm done you will." Lance giggled. "You're jacking off!" Michael accused his boyfriend. There was a moment of silence. "So." Lance whispered. "And you aren't?" "I haven't jacked off since I've been back in L.A." Michael stated. "I'm waiting for you." "That's sweet, baby." Lance responded. "You have better self-control than I do." "Well, Lance..." Michael sighed. "I hate to say this, but I've gotta be on the set in three and a half hours, so I need to get some sleep." "Okay." Lance said. "I'll be home this afternoon. Call if you can?" Michael smiled. "I will. I love you." "Not as much as I love you." "Ugh!" Michael moaned. "Bass, I'm not awake enough for that!" Lance laughed. "Get some sleep. I love you." "Bye." Michael hung up the phone and collapsed on his pillow and returned to his journey of sleep. 8:15 am. Michael woke up as soon as Tyler's hand touched his shoulder. "Wha....?" He exclaimed sitting upright. Tyler jumped back at his roommate's reaction. "It's okay." He said softly. "It's just me." Michael shook his head to clear the cobwebs and took a look at the clock. "Ugh." He groaned. "Only two hours." "Sorry to wake you, dude." Tyler apologized. "But you aren't gonna believe who is in our living room." Michael rolled his eyes. "Who?" Tyler genteelly sat down on the bed next to his friend. "You aren't gonna believe this, but Britney Spears is in our living room...right now!" Three minutes later, Michael had brushed his teeth and thrown on a shirt and shorts. Grabbing a baseball hat, he placed it on his head and entered the living room. Britney was sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. "Hey Brit!" Michael smiled. Britney looked from her magazine with a smile. "Hey sweetie!" She stood and gave Michael a quick hug. "You look exhausted! Are they working you too hard on that movie?" Michael motioned for the young singer to take a seat and he joined her on the couch. "I'm working myself too hard on the movie. But I've only got two more weeks of filming." He answered. "But what brings you here?" "I need a favor." She said, matter of factly. "Name it." The young woman let out a long sigh. "You see, I have to present at this award show tomorrow night. The problem is that all of my regular escorts have other gigs." Michael nodded. "I see." "So, I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night and would be interested in being my escort for the show." "Sure, Brit." Michael responded quickly. "I'd love to be your escort for the evening!" A smile grew over the singer's face as she gave her friend a quick hug. "Thank you!" "No problem. It sounds like fun." Britney pulled back and agreed. "It'll be great. Now, go shower and get dressed!" Michael looked at Britney with a raised eyebrow. "I have to take you shopping!" She squealed with delight. "We have to get you the perfect outfit!" * * * October 14, 1999. Orlando, Florida "C'mon!" Joey Fatone whined from the couch. "Why can't we just turn on the game?" "Calm down, Joey." Lance called from the kitchen. "It's only for a couple of minutes." JC entered the living room and plopped onto the couch with Joey. He smiled at Joey then turned his attention towards the TV where Joan Rivers was standing on the red carpet interviewing celebrity arrivals. "Justin wants to see who Brit shows up with." "Bitch wouldn't tell me who her date was." Justin grumbled as he passed through the room on his way to the kitchen. Joey let out a sigh and grabbed some popcorn. "What award show is this anyway?" "I dunno," JC shrugged. "Scoop! What award show is this?" JC heard the oven open and close as his friend was moving through the kitchen preparing dinner for the gang. After not receiving an answer, JC looked towards the kitchen. "Scoop?" "Hang on a second!" Lance answered from the other room. "Isn't that Brit?" Joey asked, leaning forward to listen more closely. "Turn it up!" JC ordered. "And look who we have here!" Joan Rivers' voice boomed out of the television. "Teen Music Sensation, Britney Spears!" "Whoa." Joey's mouth fell open as Britney entered the screen in a low cut white dress. The camera panned slowly up and down the singer's form, showing the viewers her entire dress, then pulled out to frame Britney standing arm and arm with Michael McCall. "Looks like she got a date." Joey laughed. "And he's a hottie!" JC yelled towards the kitchen. Justin came running into the room and stopped in front of the television. "Who?!" Seeing the man standing next to his girlfriend, Justin clenched his fists. "Does she think this is funny?" Hearing the commotion in the living room, Lance decided to join his friends and see whom Britney had found to be her date. "Hey!" He yelped, seeing his boyfriend on the screen in front of him. "Shhhhh!" JC hushed them. Los Angeles: "Well, you look absolutely gorgeous!" Joan Rivers was complimenting Britney. "And who is your date?" Britney smiled and placed her hand on Michael's arm. "This is my friend Michael McCall." "Well, you are looking dapper tonight." Joan smiled. "How does it feel to be dating one of the hottest stars in music?" Michael blushed slightly and looked at the camera. "I guess I could say that it feels great to be dating one of the hottest stars in music." Britney giggled as Joan turned back to her. "How did you meet?" "Michael is on the production staff for Nsync." Behind them, the crowd roared to life as another celebrity pulled up in their limousine. Joan's head whipped around to see the arrival. "Is that Tom Cruise?" she asked her cameraman. Taking advantage of the distraction, Britney grabbed Michael's arm and led him down the red carpet to the lobby. Once inside, she smoothed her hands down her dress and checked her appearance in the mirrored wall in front of her. "Well, that was fun." Michael grinned sarcastically. Britney smiled and placed a quick kiss on her friend's cheek. "Thanks again for coming with me." Michael opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the ringing of his cel phone. Reaching into his jacket pocket, Michael pulled out his phone and flipped it open. "This is Michael." Britney watched with curiosity as Michael listened to the phone. "Hey JC! You saw us on TV? Cool!....Yeah, she's here." Michael moved the phone slightly away from his ear and turned up the volume so Britney could hear. "Hey JC!" She called. "Hey Brit." JC answered. "You look HOT tonight." Michael and Britney heard a minor scuffle begin on the other end of the phone. There was some shouting and it sounded like something fell off a table. "Woman!" Justin's voice boomed over the phone. "What do you think you are doing?!" Britney grabbed the phone from Michael and turned away as she began to scold her boyfriend. "Listen, you! You were the one who was 'too busy' to fly out here and go with me to this event. None of my usual escorts were available and Michael was sweet enough to come with me! So you can just shut your trap and stop complaining!" Michael smiled and took a step away to give his friend some privacy. He glanced around the lobby taking mental notes of which celebrities were in the building. "Well, McCall," he thought. "You've come a long way. Starving student to celebrity escort." Michael felt Britney's hand on his shoulder and he turned to face her. She was smiling as she handed him the phone. "It's Lance." "Hey sexy." He whispered into the phone. "Cheating on me now, are we?" The tone in Lance's voice let Michael know that his boyfriend was playing with him. "Damn," Michael laughed. "Can't keep anything from you." "I miss you." "I miss you, too." Michael felt his heart cracking under the strain of the distance between he and Lance. "You look so sexy in that suit." Lance chuckled. "I've got some new material for my bedtime fantasies." "Oh, really?" Michael smiled. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Britney motioning for him that they had to take their seats. "I gotta go, babe. I love you." * * * October 15, 1999. Los Angeles 7:00 pm. "What'cha doin?" Tyler asked his roommate as he exited his bedroom heading for the kitchen. Michael McCall looked up from his position on the couch. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He retorted. "I'm laying here on the couch reading a book." Tyler grabbed a can of Coke from the refrigerator. "Funny." He smirked. "I thought you were going out tonight." Michael continued reading until he finished the page, then answered. "I'm supposed to head out with Chris to buy furniture, but he's late. Why? You want me to leave?" Tyler left the kitchen and headed back to his room. "Nah. Just wondering." Left alone once again, Michael continued reading his book. Just as he was getting back into the story, he heard Tyler's phone ring. Shutting his eyes, Michael sighed and rested the book on his chest. He listened to the phone ring once...twice, at the beginning of the third ring, Tyler picked up. Michael brought his hands up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at his watch and saw that it was after seven. "Wonder where Chris is?" He mumbled. "He's not usually late." As Michael returned to his book, Tyler once again emerged from his room. Michael watched as his room mate crossed the living room to the entertainment center and turn on the stereo system. He heard the radio come on and static came through the speakers as Tyler was spinning the tuner looking for a station. After a moment the static was replaced by the vocals of Bette Midler's "Wind Beneath My Wings". Michael sat up and raised an eyebrow. He was about to question his roommate's actions, when Tyler moved from the stereo and walked into Michael's bedroom. "Ummm?" Michael questioned. "What are you doing." As the song ended, Tyler emerged with Michael's cordless phone. "Just listen and all of your questions will be answered." With that, Tyler went back to his room and closed the door. Michael closed his book and sat up to listen to the radio. "And that was Bette Midler with 'Wind Beneath My Wings'." The melodious voice of the deejay came through the speakers. "I'm Karen Sharp and you're listening to Love Songs on the K.O.S.T. (coast) Next up, we've got a long distance dedication from James in Orlando. Hello James." "Hi Karen." Michael nearly fell off the floor as he recognized the deep, southern voice on the radio. "James, you have a dedication for us tonight?" "Yes, Karen, I do." Lance's voice sounded like it was about to crack. "There is someone very special in my life and we have been apart for far too long. Our jobs keep us on opposite ends of the country most of the time and we haven't seen each other in over a month." "That sounds pretty rough, James." Michael pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged his legs as he listened. "It has been." Lance sighed. "But I wanted to call in tonight to dedicate a song and say to my Pookie that I love you and I miss you." "That's great, James." Karen replied. "Is there anything else you'd like to say?" "One last thing...Pookie, I know that you feel I should be a little more original in my song choices. But I miss you so much, and you mean so much to me. I just couldn't think of another song that would tell you how much I love you." Michael leaned back into the couch wondering what song Lance was going to dedicate to him. "And what song would you like us to play tonight, James?" There was a moment of silence before Lance answered. "God Must Have Spent A Little More Time on You." "Great choice, James." Karen applauded. "I hope you and your Pookie can see each other soon. Here is God Must Have Spent A Little More Time on You, by Nsync." A smile grew on Michael's face as the introduction of the song began. He reached for the remote control and turned up the volume. "Lance." He sighed; leaning back and closing his eyes as Justin's voice filled the room. Can this be true? Tell me, can this be real? How can I put into words what I feel? My life was complete I thought I was whole Michael's moment was soon broken as his phone started to ring. He looked at the phone and quickly dismissed it as he continued to enjoy the song. Why do I feel like I'm losing control? Never knew that love could feel like this and you changed my world with just one kiss. How can it be that right here with me there's an angel? It's a miracle After three rings, the phone was once again silent. Michael smiled and began to softly sing the chorus. Your love is like a river peaceful and deep your soul is like a secret That I could never keep When I look into your eyes I know that it's true God must of spent A little more time On you As soon as the chorus had ended, the phone began ringing again. Michael let out a groan and reached for the phone. "Hello?" "Are you enjoying the song?" Lance's voice floated into Michael's ear. "Hey baby." Michael melted back into the couch. "I am enjoying the song. Thank you." "Not upset because it's one of ours?" Michael laughed. "No. This is perfect. I miss you so much." "I miss you, too." Michael could tell by Lance's breathing that he was walking somewhere. "What are you doing?" he decided to ask. Lance paused before answering. "I'm...I'm running an errand. What are you doing?" "I'm laying on the couch listening to a song my boyfriend dedicated to me and wishing that he was here with me." A sudden knocking on the front door startled Michael. "Shit!" "What is it?" Lance asked, concern in his voice. "Oh, someone's at the door." Michael said getting up from the couch. "Just startled me. It's probably Chris. He was supposed to be here a half-hour ago." "Should I let you go?" "Nah." Michael shook his head as he moved towards the door. "He can just wait until we finish talking." "Are you sure?" Michael reached for the doorknob and turned it. "Yeah." He answered pulling the door open. "Hey Chr..." The door opened to reveal Lance standing outside holding his cel phone up to his ear. Seeing Michael's expression, a smile exploded over the singer's face and he quickly put his phone in his pocket. "Surprise!" He smiled gently, holding his arms open for Michael. "Lance?!" Michael exclaimed, pulling the singer into a hug. "Oh, my god." Lance placed a finger over Michael's mouth. "Shhh..." Michael smiled and leaned forward to kiss his lover. Their lips met briefly as Michael pulled Lance into the apartment. Once inside, they kissed more deeply. "I have missed the way you taste." Lance smiled wickedly. "I thought you had an interview in Orlando?" Michael asked as Lance led him towards his bedroom. "Michael." Lance began while closing the bedroom door and removing his shirt. "I haven't seen you in a month." As he spoke, Lance removed the rest of his clothes and approached his lover. "There are other things I'd rather be doing than talking right now." Lance grabbed Michael's now hard cock and gently started massaging it through his jeans. "Wouldn't you agree?" Lance undid the button holding Michael's jeans closed and slowly pulled the zipper down exposing his jockey confined manhood. He let the jeans fall to the floor and pulled his lover's sweater and T-shirt over his head. Michael felt Lance's hands as they slid between the fabric of his underwear and his cheeks slowly pushing his underwear down. Finally, Michael stood naked with his love at the foot of the bed. He wrapped his arms around the small of Lance's back and pulled him close. Their lips met in a passionate explosion as their erect cocks rubbed against each other. Lance slowly ground his hard cock against Michael's hip in an attempt to relieve the pressure that was building in his balls. Michael broke the kiss and eased down onto the bed. Lance followed his lover onto the bed and began to slowly kiss his neck and chest. He left a trail of kisses down Michael's torso; taking in the scent of his body and remembering the many times that they had made love before. As Lance kissed him, Michael let his hands roam over his back. "Ah..." Michael sighed. "Lance..." Lance looked into his lover's eyes and smiled gently. He could see the volumes of emotion that was flowing through the green eyes that were staring at him. He could see love. He could see passion. But what he saw the clearest was the urgency...the need. "Would you make love to me Lance?" he whispered. Lance nodded his head and reached over to the nightstand for a tube of lube. Lifting Michael's legs to his shoulders, he slowly, gently worked the lube around his lover's hole, probing his fingers in and out gently to get Michael to relax. Michael smiled at Lance as he looked up at him, waiting for his approval for him to start. Michael nodded his head and he smiled back. Michael felt the head of Lance's straining cock as it rested against the entrance of his quivering hole. Lance gave a slight push and the head of his cock slid in to the tight orifice. Michael moaned at the invasion, but was surprised by the lack of pain that he felt. Never had Lance felt so right inside of him. "More," he hissed greedily. Lance kept easing his cock further and further into Michael's bowels. Finally, Michael felt Lance's pubic hair on the base of his sac and he knew that his lover was all the way in. Michael groaned at the fullness he felt and tried adjusting his legs to push Lance closer to him. Lance slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained before he drove back in. He kept up this slow, maddening pace for what seemed like hours, torturing Michael and driving him wild. Michael could feel every bit of Lance's cock as it slid across his prostate. Every last inch of skin, every vein and wrinkle, he could feel as strongly as he could feel the ridge of Lance's engorged head. He could feel it all, and he was in heaven. "Harder, Lance. Please." Michael moaned as he began gyrating his hips ever so slightly. Lance increased the tempo and force of his thrusts. Michael could see his muscles flex as he pounded his cock in and out of his tight little hole. Michael was so incredibly turned on. He wanted more of Lance. He needed more of him. Michael wrapped his legs around the small of his back and started yelling at him to fuck him harder. Lance began slamming into Michael as hard as he could. They were both possessed. A month of pent up sexual tension was boiling to the surface. The fact that Michael had asked him to make love to him only made it more exciting. It was a rare occasion that Michael had asked to be on the receiving end of their lovemaking. Lance had an urge to fuck Michael as long and hard as possible to make him happy. And Michael had an insatiable urge to have more of Lance deep within him. Lance started yelling and groaning that he was cuming and Michael felt his cock expand. Michael felt a strange pressure build in his balls just as his hole clamped down on Lance's cock and, for the first time while getting fucked, he came. Michael let out a loud scream and wrapped his arms around Lance pulling him tight against his body. Lance's cock fired load after load of sperm into Michael's intestines, while his cum exploded out between them. Michael's hole began twitching as it slowly relaxed it's grip on Lance's softening cock. Lance kissed Michael and slowly pulled himself out of his grip. He slowly removed his cock from his lover's hole dragging it across his sensitive prostate one last time. Michael squealed with delight as one final surge of cum oozed out of his now soft cock. He felt Lance slowly wipe the excess lube and cum from his cheeks. "Come on lover. We should get cleaned up." Michael sighed and closed his eyes. He lay there limp not wanting the moment to end. Lance took his hand and pulled him up. They made my way to the bathroom and moved towards the shower. Lance turned on the water as Michael grabbed a couple of towels. Once the water was ready, the two lovers gently stepped in and moved under the stream. As the water washed over them, they held each other close, staring into each other's eyes. Michael smiled and moved his hands through Lance's wet hair, as Lance moved his hands over Michael's face and down his chest. Their lips met and their tongues danced a sensual ballet. After a few minutes of cuddling under the water, Michael kissed Lance once again then stepped out of the shower to dry off. After he finished drying himself off, Michael sat on the toilet-watching Lance while he dried off. Michael's cock slowly started to harden as he watched Lance dry his thighs. "Lance?" "Hmmm?" "Have I told you lately just how beautiful you are?" Michael asked with a smile. Lance blushed slightly and pulled Michael to his feet. They stood together just staring into each other's eyes. "Would you make love to me?" Lance whispered softly. "I was hoping you would ask. I wasn't sure if you were up for it. Are you?" Lance nodded his head, and kissed Michael softly on the cheek. Michael took the towel from Lance's hand and let it fall to the floor as he began to caress his firm, muscular cheeks. Michael lifted Lance up into his arms and let him wrap his arms around his neck. The door to the bathroom was easily opened with his foot and he carefully made his way back to the bed. Michael set Lance down on the queen-sized bed where they had just made love and began nibbling on Lance's erect nipples. He took his time, teasing all of Lance's pleasure spots before he worked his way down to his lover's growing cock. Michael flicked his manhood with his tongue before he continued down his leg, gently rubbing his calves and thighs. Lance lifted his knees and exposed his rosebud to his lover. Michael smiled as he gently rubbed the sensitive flesh with a spit-soaked finger. Lance moaned loudly as he tried to get the finger to enter him. Michael kept teasing Lance, causing him to writhe in pleasure. Finally though, it was Michael who broke down. He needed to be inside Lance. Michael grabbed the tube of lube Lance had used on him and squirted some onto his index finger. He gently smeared the cool gel over Lance's tight entrance, finally pushing into the tight, hot tunnel, where his cock would soon be. He smiled as Lance continued squirming. Michael knew how much Lance loved being fucked. He loved pleasing his lover, sending him over the precipice into the valley of pleasure on the other side. He continued preparing Lance for the forthcoming penetration, making sure that he would love every minute of it as he did. Finally, when he was sure Lance was ready, he smeared a dollop of the gel on his engorged cock. He was ready. Lance looked into Michael's green eyes and nodded. Michael placed his cock against Lance's rosebud and pushed. Michael's cock slipped past the muscular ring easily, like it had many times before. Lance let out a little gurgle of pleasure before he began physically coaxing Michael to drive deeper into him. Michael continued his assault on Lance's nether regions slowly. He didn't want to hurt him; he'd never be able to forgive myself if he did. Michael's cock continued sliding into the hot canal, until his pubes came to rest on the base of Lance's tight sac. Michael looked up at Lance to make sure he was all right before he began thrusting in and out of him. The first few strokes were heavenly for him, but Lance didn't seem to be enjoying them as much as he was. Michael changed his angle of attack, attempting to drive his blood filled prick across Lance's super-sensitive prostate in an attempt to drive him mad with pleasure. Lance let out a loud groan and started thrusting when Michael successfully hit his magic button and he renewed my assault on that spot of his body. Michael continued thrusting in and out of Lance's distended hole causing him to cum twice before Michael felt the inevitable build-up in his own sperm factories. Michael began thrusting into Lance like a mad man in a desperate attempt to cum. The dam broke and his seed gushed into his lover. Lance let out a loud unearthly scream as his body let loose a squirt of clear liquid from his still hard cock. Michael gently jerked Lance's cock for a few seconds, causing Lance to shot one last time that night. Michael slowly withdrew from Lance, being careful to clean up any spillage. Lance was still breathing heavily after Michael cleaned him up. Michael lifted him into his arms once more and took him to the bathroom where he set him in the shower. Michael started the shower, making sure that the water was just the right temperature before he moved Lance under the water. Lance just smiled at Michael as his lover washed the evidence of their activities off their bodies. After Michael thought they were clean, he shut off the water and grabbed a couple of towels off the shelf. He wrapped one around his waist, and wrapped the other around Lance's shoulders before he began drying him. Once Lance was dry, he smiled at Michael and pulled the towel from his waist. He dried him off, making sure that his genitals and butt were dry. Michael smiled at Lance as he finished drying him and followed his lover as he walked back to the bedroom. Pulling the sheets down, Lance motioned for Michael to get into the bed. Once Michael was comfortable under the sheets, Lance joined him and wrapped his arms around his lover. "This is what I've missed the most." Michael sighed. Lance kissed Michael's lips gently. "What's that?" "I've missed just laying in bed with you." Michael said. "Just holding each other." Lance pulled Michael closer to him and rested his head on Michael's. "I've missed it too." Michael propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at the beautiful blond next to him. "So, what are you doing in L.A.?" "What?" Lance said in mock pain, "I can't just show up at my boyfriend's apartment for a quick fix?" "Yeah, right. Not that I mind the fix and all, but..." Lance gave Michael a soft punch in the arm. "I'm shooting an episode of 7th Heaven starting Monday." "Really?" "Yup." He smiled. "You're stuck with me for at least a week." "Why didn't you tell me?" Lance reached up and brushed his hand along his lover's cheek. "And miss the look on your face when you opened the door? Now lay back down and sleep with me." Michael leaned down and kissed Lance. "I love you." "I love you, too." * * * Monday, October 18. 1999. Los Angeles --Journal entry, October 18, 1999. The past few days have been unbelievable. Lance decided to surprise me Friday night by showing up on my doorstep. Ever since that moment, we haven't been apart for more than three minutes. They say that you don't know what you have until it's gone. Well that is true, but you don't know how much you've missed what you've had until you have it again. - Michael sat back from his computer and smiled. He could hear the shower running in the next room and almost make out the song that Lance was singing as he showered. Looking back to the screen, he sighed. He was half tempted to join Lance in the shower, but if he did that...neither one of them would leave the apartment. --We spent most of the day on Saturday in bed, just catching up with each other. And making love, of course. We had a whole month to make up for! By dinnertime, we actually left the apartment to go eat and catch a movie. We caught the latest showing of Fight Club. Lucky for us there weren't many people around who recognized Lance. The ones that did didn't make a fuss. No screaming teens. --Sunday, Lance wanted to go to Disneyland. Don't know why he did...but he did. So, I grabbed a wig and did a great job disguising him. It was good. No one recognized him. We had a great time. I haven't had that much fun at D-land in a long time. Lance must have felt secure enough with his disguise because I had to stop him from kissing me about twelve times. He even tried to give me a blowjob on the Haunted Mansion! I almost let him, but I remembered about the cameras everywhere. With my luck, someone would have recognized him and sold the footage to the news or something.- "Typing your Journal again?" Lance asked as he emerged from the bathroom. "Yup." Michael smiled. "It'll make a good movie someday." Lance stood behind his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him. "Oh, really?" "Probably not." Michael responded with a kiss on Lance's cheek. "But it sounds good." Lance walked over to the closet and began to get dressed. "Plans for the day?" Michael watched his lover choose a green shirt from the closet and hold it up for approval. Michael nodded. "I'll be in editing for most of the day. But my night belongs to you." Lance slid the shirt over his head. "I'll be on set till about six. Meet you back here by seven?" Michael stood, grabbed a key from the desk and moved over to meet Lance. "Sounds good to me." He smiled, handing the key to his lover. "I had a key made for you." Lance took the key and raised an eyebrow. "Are we ready for such a big step?" he joked. Michael turned Lance towards the door and slapped him on the ass. "It's not like you're moving in. Now get going so I can get dressed and get out of here myself." Lance turned and pulled Michael into a hug. Their lips met for a quick kiss, then for a deeper one. "Have a good day." He smiled as he headed out the door. "I love you." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Michael rolled his eyes as he turned back to the computer. Sensing that Lance was staring at him, he turned to see his lover waiting. "I love you, too." With that, Lance blew a quick kiss and was out the door. Michael returned to the keyboard with a sigh and continued to type. --Today is our first day apart. Lance is filming an episode of 7th Heaven all week. After that he has a few more days off then he's off to Vegas for the WB Radio Music Awards. That will be fun. I'll head out the morning of the awards so I can watch the guys perform. I think they are doing a song from the new album. I haven't asked. I think that the legal issues that the guys are facing are getting a little sticky. I say, "I think" because Lance can't really talk about the situation with me. So, I get bits and pieces when he does talk about it. But otherwise I'm in the dark.- A knock at the front door caused Michael to look up from the computer. He quickly saved the document and got up to answer the door. As he entered the living room, the knocking got louder and more urgent. "What?" he called. "Your key didn't work?" Michael unlocked the door and pulled it open. As soon as he saw the man outside the door, a chill shot down his spine and he froze. He could feel the blood rush from his face, he knew he must have looked like a ghost. He wanted to close the door, but he couldn't move. "Hey, Mikey." The tall man with dark hair and eyes sneered, taking a step towards the door. "Andy...." * * * October 18, 1999. 2pm. Tyler Donovan whistled softly as he made his way from his car to the front door of his apartment. He paused briefly at the mailboxes to grab the mail and continued on his journey. As he neared his apartment, Tyler felt a small chill in his spine. He stopped and looked around. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he went to unlock the front door. "What?" he questioned, noticing that the door was open slightly. Tyler carefully pushed the door open and peered into the apartment. The living room was a mess. All of the chairs were overturned, books strewn across the floor. Tyler quietly set his bag and the mail on the floor next to the door as he entered the room. He paused for a moment to see if he could hear any movement or talking in the apartment. Taking a couple of deep breaths to calm his nerves, Tyler moved towards his bedroom. Seeing that nothing was out of place in his bedroom made Tyler's stomach spin. "Shit!" he cursed, spinning on his heel and racing towards Michael's bedroom. Michael's door was wide open as Tyler approached it. From the hall, he could tell that the room had been ransacked. Tyler stopped just inside the doorway and looked around the room. All of Michael's pictures had been thrown to the floor, the glass from the frames shattered and spread throughout the room. The sheets from the bed had been torn and Tyler could tell that they were stained with blood. Tyler fought the urge to vomit and looked down to his feet to compose himself. At his feet he could see the shirt Michael had been wearing that morning bloodied and torn. "No." He whispered. "Michael?" he called out, gathering the strength to step further into the room. As he entered, his head was filled with the memory of the last time he had seen Michael's room like this. Tears were filling the young man's eyes. "Not again." Off to his left, on the other side of the bed, Tyler found what he was hoping desperately not to find. Curled, naked in the fetal position was the unconscious form of his roommate. Tyler rushed to Michael's side, tears streaming down his face. He carefully rolled Michael onto his back and let out a gasp. Michael's face was bloodied and bruised. His eyes were swollen shut and his jaw had a lump the size of a baseball forming. Tyler looked down his friend's body seeing the other cuts and bruises along his arms and legs. He choked back the bile inching up his throat seeing the blood coming from the back of Michael's legs. Without another though, Tyler reached for the phone. * * * Lance Bass entered the emergency room at a run. It had taken him twenty minutes from getting the phone call from Tyler to maneuver his way through traffic to get to the hospital. Not seeing Tyler in the emergency room lobby, Lance headed for the nurse's station to get answers. "Can I help you?" the nurse behind the desk asked flatly. "Yes," Lance attempted to catch his breath. "I'm trying to find..." "Lance?" a familiar voice called from his left. Lance turned towards the voice and recognized Tyler's girlfriend, Alyx. "Alyx, what happened? Where's Michael?" Alyx approached the singer and took his hand. "Follow me." She said, leading Lance down the hall towards the patient rooms. "Are you okay?" "Forget about me!" Lance spat. "What happened to Michael?" Alyx stopped outside of one of the rooms and turned to face Lance. "We don't know exactly what happened." She began to explain. "Before you go in, you should know that he looks a lot worse than he really is. The bruises and swelling will go down in a couple of days and..." "Alyx!" Lance said harshly. "What happened?!" "Andy happened." Lance's head whipped around to the room behind him where Tyler was standing. Lance noticed immediately how pale Tyler seemed. Like all the life had been sucked out of him. Beyond Tyler, Lance could see Michael unconscious in a hospital bed. "My god!" He gasped, pushing past Tyler into the room. Lance ran to the side of the bed, tears forming in his eyes. Michael's head was bandaged in three places and his eyes were swollen shut. He had an IV attached to each arm and wires connected him to a heart monitor. After a moment, Lance realized that he wasn't breathing and he gasped for air. Turning back to the door, he saw that Alyx had placed an arm over her boyfriend's shoulder. "What happened?" Tyler let out a sigh and looked at the singer. "I came home and found the house ransacked. Michael was on the floor in his room." Fear and anger were swelling in Lance's chest. He knew what Tyler was going to say, but he didn't want it to be true. "It was Andy..." Tyler's voice cracked. "He raped Michael." Lance squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back the tears. He turned back to look at his lover beaten and bruised in the hospital bed. After a moment, Lance moved to the table next to the bed and grabbed the notepad there. He quickly wrote down a number and tore the paper of the pad. "Alyx," he began as he handed her the paper. "Call this number. When JC answers, immediately say the word watermelon. That way he will know that you aren't a fan. Tell him what happened and that he and the guys should get out here immediately." Alyx nodded and took the paper. "Tyler," Lance said. "You're with me." Tyler watched the singer as he headed for the door. "Where..." Lance stopped at the door and took a final look at Michael. "We're gonna find that bastard and I'm gonna kill him." To be continued.