Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 22:37:19 EST
From: Pete1211@aol.com
Subject: Lance JC and Astral Fan 31 Boybands

	Here we go Part 31!

	I had this part of the story running through my brain for a while
so that's why it was posted faster than usual. The usual heartfelt thanks
for all that have responded to me. I do appreciate hearing from you
readers. Back to the usual disclaimer.

This is a work of pure unadulterated fiction. (Hey, the characters don't
fool around do they? So no adultery!) This author does NOT know the
personal lives or sexual orientation of NSYNC. This is fantasy NOT fact!
There will be descriptions of gay sex. Graphic, pulse pounding, better read
with one hand free gay sex! (Okay, I only hope that's true. Readers?) So if
you object to such things or are underage stop reading now!

As for you oh, so loyal readers and you new ones, read on! Can you tell I'm
excited about this chapter? All the "!!!!" Let me know if I'm wrong, ah,
nicely please. Read on! (There's another one!) (And there!)(Ditto!)I give
up! (Stop it!) On to the story: !:)



	JC had a dilemma. Lance was cuddled up to him and it felt so cozy
and warm, JC didn't want to move. One for fear he'd wake Lance and two the
room felt chilly this morning. But he had to go to the bathroom. Slowly he
began to crawl out from under Lance.
	Lance shifted and groaned almost like his was displeased. JC
managed to pull clear without disturbing Lance too much. Lance rolled onto
his stomach groaning softly. He swiveled his hips.
	JC was semi-hard already because of his morning pee. Now the sight
of Lance's perfect butt rolling under the sheets was getting him harder. JC
rushed into the bathroom before peeing became an acrobatic feat.
	While he washed his hands he got the idea. He would wake Lance up
with a nice tender morning fuck. His hardon was more willing the he was.
	But when he got back to the bed Lance had rolled onto his back. He
could still do it but lifting Lance's legs would probably wake him too
soon.
	Lance moaned. His hand shifted down his body. He adjusted himself
in his sleep.
	Gently JC put his hand on Lance's crotch. Lance was hard. JC
smiled. Even in sleep they could sense what the other wanted. JC changed
his plan slightly.
	JC stripped off his shorts and reached to the lube. He reached
behind him and lubed himself up before pulling back the sheets. Anything
not to wake Lance before he was ready. Pulling the covers back slightly JC
placed his hand on the bulge in Lance's shorts. He maneuvered Lance's cock
until it stuck out of the opening in the front of Lance's shorts. JC lubed
up Lance's cock.
	Even asleep JC's hand on Lance's lance caused him to buck his hips
slightly. JC pulled the covers clear. He straddle Lance then lowered
himself onto Lance's cock. God, did that feel good! He felt such joy as
Lance entering him. JC was so glad that Lance and he now traded being the
bottom. Lance had given him such pleasure. Why had he been so afraid at
first for Lance to fuck him? It had taken awhile but soon Lance showed JC
what he was missing and JC never regretted it. JC closed his eyes and
concentrated on enjoying himself riding Lance's cock.

	Lance lay panting from his climax. "Man, JC, I don't know what set
you off but I have never cum so fast and hard before."
	JC grinned. "I'm anxious to get to the good part. Plus I got good
news today."
	"What made you so happy? I may want to use it again."
	JC just beamed. "It was the results of my blood test." JC caressed
Lance's face. "It's official, I'm clean."
	Lance looked puzzled. "Clean?" How could blood be clean?
	JC took a condom pack and threw it over his shoulder. "No longer
needed. Unless you want to."
	Lance broke into a huge smile. "You mean I can feel just you?"
	"If you want to. It will be a bit more messy."
	Lance pulled JC to him. "I don't care. Knowing that there is
nothing between us totally skin to skin." Lance kissed JC.
	JC could feel Lance panting already.
	"Please, JC. Do me now."
	"No, Lance. Not this time."
	Lance looked thunderstruck. "But..." He stammered.
	"I want to try something different."
	"But JC, I want you to."
	"Don't you want to try something else?"
	"No, JC, you're the only one I want."
	"Exactly."
	"What?"
	"You said you want me."
	"I do."
	"And I want you to."
	"That's why. I want you, too."
	JC chuckled. "No, Lance. Not I want you 'too' as in 'I want you
also'. I mean I want you 'to' as in 'I want you to do it'." JC stroked
Lance's face. "To me."
	Slowly the truth hit Lance. His eyes went wide. "You want me to do
you?"
	"Yes, Lance. You've been hogging all the fun for too long. That's
if you want to."
	"Oh, JC." Lance pulled JC's body on top of his. "Yes, JC. Oh, god
how I have wanted to!"
	JC kissed Lance's face in between words. "I want you (kiss) to take
that big cock (kiss) of yours (kiss) and shove it (kiss) between my two
white (kiss) round (kiss) ass cheeks (kiss). I want to feel you (kiss)
inside my virgin (kiss) ass. I want you to (kiss) fuck me (kiss) until I
(kiss) cum (kiss) screaming."
	"Oh, yes, JC." Lance lay there panting hard at the very thought. "I
want so... Oh, god, I. Oh, Josh, I..." Lance's body tensed against JC's.
	JC felt the hot spurts of cum against his stomach. Lance lay there
gasping.
	JC grinned. "I take it you like the idea?"
	"I'm sorry, JC," Lance panted.
	JC laughed. "Don't be. It was a complement. We'll just wait until
you're ready again."
	It didn't take very long.

	Lance pushed in again. Again JC's body tensed.
	"Ow, damn." JC was trying to keep quiet but it hurt too much.
	"JC, maybe we shouldn't go on."
	"No, Lance, please." JC looked pleading at Lance. "I want to so
much."
	"For me or us?"
	"For me." JC tried a smile. "You enjoy yourself so much. I want to
know what I'm missing."
	"I should think there are a lot of couples that don't switch off."
	"They're not us." JC added firmly. He calmed himself. "I'm sorry. I
really want to do this. Please, Lance try again."
	"Okay, but you have to try to relax." Lance pressed forward. This
time he entered JC, slowly deeper and deeper.
	JC's mouth fell open. "Oh, fuck!"
	But this wasn't from pleasure. Lance pulled out.
	"JC, I can't do this. I hate to see you in pain."
	"It's getting better. It doesn't hurt as much now."
	"Bullshit." Lance flopped down along side JC. "You're too
tense. Until you relax it will hurt."
	"Damn, now I'm a teepee and a pup."
	Where did that come from? "You're what?" Lance asked.
	"I'm two tents."
	"Jokes?"
	"I'm trying to get my mind off it. Maybe it will relax me." JC
signed. "I never thought of your cock as too big before."
	Too big! Lance got an idea.
	"JC, roll onto your stomach."
	"Why?"
	"Balloons!"
	Now it was JC's turn to be confused. "Balloons?"
	"Look, have you tried to blow up a balloon right from the package?"
	"Yeah, it's damn hard. You can blow for all your worth it doesn't
work. You have to stretch it first."
	"Exactly. You need to be stretched first."
	JC looked leery.
	"Trust me."
	JC rolled over.
	Lance lubed up a finger and worked it around JC's asshole.
	"Does that feel all right?"
	"Yes, it feels kind of nice."
	Lance slid his finger into JC. JC's body tensed. "Damn."
	"Relax, JC." Lance worked his finger in slow circles pressing down
toward the front of JC's body. He massaged JC's prostate.
	"Oh, Lance." JC shivered.
	Lance smiled. "Better?"
	"Right there. That feels good."
	"Good, then you're getting there." Lance pressed another finger in.
	"Oh, damn!"
	"JC," Lance chided.
	"I know relax. How come you did it so easily?"
	"Maybe I'm more welcoming." Lance muttered.
	"What?"
	"It wasn't that easy. It hurt for me, too. But it got easier and
then it felt fucking terrific."
	"You can joke."
	"Don't worry, JC. You will do this and love it."
	"I hope."
	Lance moved up. "You will." He kissed JC. "I know it."
	JC smiled. "Keep going."
	Lance tried three fingers. JC winced but it was feeling a little
better.
	"Its such a strange feeling."
	Lance kissed JC's shoulder. "You'll get used to it." He ran his
other hand over JC's back.  Lance leaned to JC's ear and said in that
rumbling bass that JC loved. "Relax, JC. You can do this."
	"It's getting better."
	"Good. Now I am going to try something. I'll keep my fingers as
straight as I can and push them in little bit then pull them out. Then in a
little deeper than out again. Stay relaxed."
	JC felt the group of fingers push into him. He tried not to tense
up. They pulled out then slid back in farther this time."
	Lance still ran his hands over JC's back and ass. "Okay?"
	"Yeah, not too bad."
	In and out ever so slowly. Deeper and deeper. JC was surprised how
deep. But he was taking it. There was a little pain but not like before.
	"Lance, I think I'm ready. Try me again."
	"JC," there was a slight chuckle to Lance's voice. "What do you
feel on your shoulders?"
	JC was confused but answered him. "Your hands."
	"One on each shoulder?"
	"Yes. What does that...?" It finally stuck JC.  "Oh, my god!"
	Lance leaned close. "I'm inside you, Josh. You're doing it."
	JC tried to turn and see. "All of it?"
	"Close." Lance pulled back and slid his cock back into JC.
	JC felt it going deeper yet. "Oh, Lance, I don't think I..." The
thrust stopped.
	"There. You now have all of me." Lance leaned down so they could
kiss. He let JC get used to the feeling. Plus Lance needed a break. This
was his greatest dream which always kept him so near to cumming.
	Lance pulled back and slowly thrust in to the hilt. "Still okay?"
	"Yes, it's starting to feel much better."
	"Good." Lance started a slow rhythm. He needed it slow to control
himself as well as to JC get accustomed to the new sensation.
	Lance lay so his body was in contact with JC's back. "You like
this?"
	"Yes, Lance. I wish I could see."
	"Roll over."
	JC moved to his back. He lifted his legs and grabbed his
ankles. Lance positioned himself.
	JC watched as Lance's cock got closer. It slid into him easier
now. He looked up at Lance. "How does that feel?"
	"Pure bliss, Josh. You're making me feel so good."
	The next thrust raked against JC's prostate. His body shuddered.
	JC gasped. "Lance, right there. That felt so good."
	Lance sped up slightly. Then the resistance Lance had been feeling
as his cock sank into JC lessened. The muscles relaxed.
	JC's face flushed. He rested his legs on Lance's shoulders as his
arms dropped to the bed. The strangeness had given way to the pleasure.
	"So that's what is feels like. Oh, god, Lance. Now I know why you
react the way you do."
	Lance leaned down to JC. "You feel so good to me."
	JC pulled Lance to his lips. He was already moaning. JC stopped
kissing for only a moment.
	"Take me, Lance. I'm all yours."
	They kissed again. Short passionate kisses. As the minutes past
they were both breathing too hard to kiss for long.
	Then they pulled back slightly and looked into each other's eyes.
	This was as close to JC was Lance had ever been and JC was given
himself to Lance. Just like Lance had done those weeks ago. Lance could no
longer hold back his passion. His climax was building.
	"JC, I'm getting close. I'm going to cum."
	"Cum inside of me, Lance. Give me your love."
	Lance's face went red. The veins stood out on his face and
neck. One more thrust was all it took. He was cumming inside his lover for
the first time!
	"Oh, Josh, oh, gaaa..." it changed into a choked groan.
	JC could feel Lance's cock pulse and throb as it shot off inside
him. That pushed JC over the edge.
	"Oh, fuck, Lance!" Cum spewed onto his stomach as JC stroked his
cock.
	Lance just recovering from his own climax watched as JC's body
shook as his climax ripped through him.
	Soon they breathed easier. Lance lay down beside JC.
	"Thank you, JC. That was incredible."
	"I'll say. Thank you for teaching me. I've wanted to do this so
much but I was afraid of the pain."
	"Well, you passed." Lance kissed JC.
	"I'm glad. I want to give you as much pleasure as possible. This is
just the beginning."
	"It will get better?"
	"Sure. I was concentrating mostly on me. Next time I will play with
your nipples or stroke your cock."
	"Next time?"
	"This isn't just a one time deal, Lance. I love you. I want to show
you that."
	Lance held JC close. "Oh, Josh, I love you so much."

	"Oh, my god, JC. This isn't a dream."
	JC opened his eyes. A smile spread across his face as he bounce up
and down on Lance's cock.
	"Lance, you're up."
	"Obviously. And before I woke up. This a wonderful way to wake up
by the way."
	"I knew you'd like it."
	"I hate to break the mood. But there's only one problem."
	"What?"
	"I have to go to the bathroom."
	"You mean?"
	"I was hard because I have to piss."
	JC pulled off of Lance and fell to the bed laughing. "I'm sorry. I
though you were hard because you sensed that I was horny."
	"Sorry to burst your bubble, love." Lance scrambled out of
bed. "When I get back can we continue where we left off?"
	"Hm, I'm looking forward to it."
	Lance gave JC a kiss then headed for the bathroom.
	JC waited.
	JC heard Lance through the door. "Damn it. Go down will you!"
	"Use the shower." JC yelled.
	"That's gross."
	Five minutes later Lance emerged from the bathroom.
	"Finally. But I'm afraid, JC that you will have to start over
again. I'm no longer hard."
	JC pulled Lance to him then rolled over onto the bed. "Oh, the
things I have to do for you. Oh, well, if I must."
	"Thank you, JC. I appreciate your help. You're always so
go... go... good to... to...to " Lance stuttered. "Oh, JC!"
	God, how Lance loved mornings!


	Peter was walking home from grade school.  It was a relief that he
was almost home. Someone collided with him from behind. Peter and his books
tumbled to the grass next to the sidewalk.
	"Clumsy aren't we?"
	Peter didn't look up. He didn't have to. He knew all too well who
it was.
	Then came the taunting voice. "Are you going to cry?"
	Peter just picked up his books.
	"Are you going to run to your mommy?"
	"No." Peter tried to say it as emotionless as possible.
	The older boy patted Peter on the back. "You may make a man yet."
The other hand swung up knocking the books out of Peter's hands again. The
older boy ran to a gate in a fence laughing. He turned back.
	"You are such a sissy." He disappeared through the gate.
	Peter took his time retrieving his books. He stood up and shuffled
up the sidewalk brushing the grass and dirt from his books. As Peter got
close, the gate swung open. This time it was a woman.
	"What happened to your books? You should take better care of them."
	"I'm sorry, I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk."
	She held the gate open. "Come on, supper is almost ready."
	Peter shuffled through the gate. He glanced up to see his brother
disappear through the screen door. It closed with a bang.
	His mother put her arm around Peter.  "He'll grow out of it. Be
patient."
	Peter wanted so much to say "He wouldn't do that if Dad was here"
but he didn't want to upset his Mother again. Plus he wasn't sure if that
was true.
	"Older brothers always pick on their younger brothers. It's unfair
but it's just the way of things."
	Peter just nodded. He opened the screen door and held the door for
his Mother.
	"Thank you, Peter."
	As they entered the house Peter saw his brother smirking at
him. Peter put his books on the table in the hall. He went down the hall to
the bathroom to wash up before supper. A voice came after him in a hissed
whisper.
	"Momma's little sissy boy!"

	Peter groaned and rolled over in bed. He thought about going to the
bathroom and splashing water on his face. But he knew it would do no
good. When the dreams came they had him at their mercy. He pulled the
covers close. Peter lay his head back on the pillow and gave in. He let the
dreams play themselves out.

	Even Peter's bedroom wasn't a refuge. He was pinned to the
floor. His brother reached into Peter's back pocket for his wallet.
	"Darrin, stop it."
	His brother grabbed Peter's wallet and stood up.
	"It's just a loan. I'm a little short for my date with Kathie." He
pulled a few bills out then threw the wallet to Peter. "I didn't take all
of it. Relax. I do pay you back."
	Peter stood up barely masking his anger. "Why don't you just ask?"
	"Hey, brothers are supposed to wrestle around." His brother punched
Peter's shoulder. It hurt but Peter knew better than to show it. "I'm
trying to make a man out of you."
	"I'd rather have my money."
	His brother railed at Peter. "After all I do for this family don't
you think I deserve a little fun time?"
	Peter sheepishly nodded.
	"Good. Then you don't mind." One bill slipped from his hand. He
bent down to pick it up. His brother spotted something sticking out from
under the mattress.
	Peter watched in horror as his brother pulled out the magazine.
	"What the hell is this?" It had a picture of a shirtless muscular
man on the cover.
	Peter's heart leapt to his mouth.
	"A fitness magazine?" his brother turned to Peter.
	Peter held his breath waiting for the storm.
	A smile spread across his brother's face. "Good. So you're finally
trying to do something about your body."
	Peter's relief was short lived. The magazine fell open and other
clippings fell to the floor. Pictures of men in underwear from different
catalogs littered the floor. Peter watched the veins pop out in his
brother's neck.
	"Fitness is not why you look at these is it?" Peter's brother
launched at him.  Peter was backed against the wall. "Not only are you a
sissy, you're a fag!"
	"Darrin, please. They're just for motivation, I swear."
	"Yeah, I bet." He brandished the rolled up magazine at Peter. "Did
anyone see you buy this?"
	"Just Mr. Becker. He was running the cash register. All he said was
it was about time and that I needed to work on my body."
	"Shit, why didn't you do what I do. Put the magazine inside
another."
	Peter bristled. "And run the risk of getting caught stealing that."
	Darrin shook the magazine in Peter's face. "Burn this. I don't want
to run the risk of anyone finding it in the trash. Burn every last trace of
this."
	"No." Peter retreated even as he said it. "I paid for that with my
own money. It would be a waste to burn it."
	The magazine was thrown at him.
	"Then keep your little thrill rag."
	Peter's voice was barely audible. "Are you going to tell Mom?"
	"Christ, no." Darrin's face was close to Peter's. "But don't you
ever let her find that. It would kill her!"
	Peter nodded.
	"First I had to put up with not having a father around like the
other guys. Then I take on the role of the man of the house to help Momma
out. Now I find my own younger brother is a fag."
	"I am not!"
	His brother sneered at Peter. He pointed at the magazine. "You
think guys like that will like guys like you. Girls don't even find you
attractive. You're just a sissy boy and no one likes sissy boys. No one! No
one will ever love you the way you look."
	Peter fought back hard against the tears.
	Darrin snorted and turned away. He stopped at the door. His voice
was calmer.
	"Never buy a magazine like that again. Think of Momma. It's hard
enough raising two boys on her own. That's why I stepped in to help her. I
guess I'll be doing that on my own."
	The tears started down Peter's cheeks. "No, Darrin, please. I want
to help. I want to help Mom."
	"Then hide this. Hide your feelings. For the good of the family."
	"I will, Darrin. I will."
	"You are already an embarrassment to this family. Don't make it any
worse."
	The door closed.
	Peter stood looking at the closed door. He wiped his eyes. Peter
shook his head. Men don't cry. Only sissy boys cry.
	He looked down at the magazine spread out at his feet. He picked it
up with the clippings and moved to the wastebasket. Peter stopped. He went
back to the bed and slid the magazine as far between the mattresses as he
could reach.
	The pictures were motivation. Someday he would look like that and
the girls would like him. Maybe the guys would, too. He'd prove Darrin
wrong. Someday he would make his Mother and Father proud of him.
	He managed one last look at the door.
	"I am not a sissy or a fag!" he spat after his brother.

	Peter sat up in bed. He wiped his eyes. The dreams were over. He
looked at the clock. Time to get up. As he got out of bed a thought struck
him. Those fitness magazines were motivation for him. They had led him to
realize the truth about his feelings for men. And they had given him the
courage to realize that he was gay. Even though those pictures had
brainwashed him into thinking only true gay people had bodies like
that. And no one would love him because he didn't look as they did. But
Lance, JC and most of all Justin had proved him wrong.
	Peter wished Justin were there. He wanted so much to have Justin
hold him just now. Justin had saved him from his preconceptions and had
given him the one thing he never thought he would ever have. Justin had
given Peter a sex life. Peter brightened. He would be with Justin soon
enough.


	Justin put his suitcase in the trunk, shut the trunk then climbed
into Lance's car.
	"Morning." Peter was kissing Justin before he knew it.
	"Hey, seat belts first. Then the lip lock."
	Peter looked at Lance in the rearview mirror. "Have you tried to
kiss with seatbelts on? You can barely reach."
	"Good, less distractions to the driver."
	"Psst," Justin whispered. "Move to the center of the seat."
	Justin was right. The back seat held three people. Peter unbuckled
and moved over. He buckled up again.
	Peter took Justin's arm and put it around him. He leaned on
Justin. "Much better." Peter fell silent.
	After a few minutes Justin couldn't stand it anymore.
	"All right. Out with it. Something is bothering you. Are you going
to tell me or are you just going to cling to me that whole trip?"
	Peter sat up. "I'm sorry. It's just that it isn't easy to talk
about. But I meant to tell you."
	JC turned around slightly. "If you want to wait until you're on the
plane."
	"No. You can hear it, too. It's just that..." Peter took a
breath. "It started when I projected home. I wanted see how my mother was
doing. But when I left I saw a man watching the house. When Mom went to bed
he approached the house. I managed to chase him away."
	"My god, Peter. Is your mother in danger?"
	"No, not really."
	"Not really?" Justin snapped. "Did you call the police?"
	"How could I? I followed him though. I know who it was."
	"Then tell the police. He should be arrested if he's dangerous."
	"Maybe I should have arranged for bodyguard after all."
	"No, Justin. He's not dangerous. He probably just wanted to take
some things."
	"Gees, Peter if he's a thief you should have him arrested."
	"JC, I can't arrest my own brother."
	"Your brother!"
	Lance hit the brakes. Everyone jerked forward.
	"Lance!"
	"It wasn't my fault, JC." Lance pointed out the window. The traffic
was stopped bumper to bumper.
	"Why would your brother want to rob his own parents house?" asked
Justin.
	"It's a long story."
	JC turned around. He nodded to the window. "We seem to have plenty
of time."
	"Well, with Dad in the military he was gone most of the time. We
only saw him when he had leave. Darrin, my brother, his friends razed him
about not having a real father who was around all the time."
	"What about you?" asked Lance.
	"Not having a father was the least of the things I got razed
about. But Darrin finally decided that he would assume the role of the man
of the house. It stopped the teasing. And to give him credit he did a good
job. He really did help my Mother. Darrin got a job at a department
store. His discount helped when we needed to buy things. That's when his
interest in business really took off. When he turned 21 decided to go into
a business on his own. The smoke from his birthday cake candles hadn't even
cleared before he had moved out. He packed up his red convertible and moved
out of the house and out of the city. We heard from him now and
then. Everything seemed to be going well with him. Well, that's what he
said."
	"Oh-oh, grim reality rears its ugly head." JC said.
	"My brother had great business ideas but no real business
sense. One deal would go bust but then another would come along. Darrin
always managed to have just enough money left over to start the next
venture. Soon even that was gone. Well one day he showed up at the house in
his red convertible. Somehow he managed to keep that car. Mom let him stay
until he was back on his feet.
	Then one day he must have heard of another deal because the next
day he was gone with some of the family valuables. He had gone into a
strong box in the basement. There was a note saying that he was going to
pay it all back and not to worry. But we never heard from him again. Not
until now."
	Justin puzzled. "And sneaking around in the dark isn't a real good
sign that he's back to repay the money."
	"You mean he'd steal from your parents again?" Lance asked.
	"If he is desperate enough. He must still think of it as something
he will pay back."
	"But why now?"
	"Well, JC, I think I've come up with the answer and you're not
going to like it."
	"Why stop now?"
	"Good point. Darrin must have heard about Mom's surgery. There is
the possibility of a hospital stay. The house would be deserted. Or even if
she did come home, she'd be asleep because of the drugs. There'd be little
interruption."
	Justin realized the truth. "That's why you changed your mind and
had us stay at her house."
	"Yes, if he was trying something I wanted to stop him some way."
	"Well devious."
	"But there has to be something else." Justin said. "You've needed a
lot of hugs since then."
	Peter blushed. "Let's just say he didn't do much for my morale when
I was growing up. And after I saw him I've been dreaming of those 'happy'
times. There were times he was the older brother from hell."
	Justin pulled Peter close. "Now wonder you were so depressed."
	"I kind of dread having to see him again. I hope that knowing
there's more that just Mom at home, he will just go away."
	"Don't worry, Peter. You've taken on worse and won."
	"Yea, but they're not relations and they didn't torment me for
years."
	Justin patted Peter's shoulder. "Hey, I'll be there. We can face
anything together."
	Peter smiled. "Thanks."


	"Justin, you okay?"
	"Yeah, I'm just thinking."
	"You haven't said much since we left the airport."
	"Sorry."
	"Nervous?"
	"A bit."
	"Well, my Mother will be a piece of cake after meeting your
parents."
	Justin bristled. "Mine weren't that bad."
	"That's what I mean."
	"I just don't like it that she thinks I'll just dump you someday."
	"She's only looking out for me. After this weekend she'll see the
truth."
	"I hope so."
	"With your charm? No sweat."


	"Mom, this is Justin."
	She shook Justin's hand smiling. "Nice to meet you at last. You
look so much younger in person."
	Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he's just a babe in the woods. I'm
sort of a grandfather figure to him."
	Peter's mother gave Peter a sharp glance. "Don't you talk smart."
	"Wouldn't dream of it, Mother." Peter kissed his Mother's
cheek. "Justin is in Darrin's room?"
	"Yes," His mother looked embarrassed. "I know that you're a
together but..."
	"Don't worry, Mom. It was expected."
	His mother glanced at Justin. "I know you must think me an old
fuddy duddy."
	Justin flashed his smile. "Not at all. I know this must be awkward
for you. We want to make this weekend go smoothly. The least we can do is
try to make you as comfortable as possible since this is your home."
	"Thank you, Justin. I'd appreciate that."
	Justin caught Peter's look. Cha-ching, Justin just scored his first
point.
	Peter gestured. "This way, Justin. I'll show you your room."

	After they got settled they gathered in the kitchen. They just
chatted over cold drinks. Peter's Mom seemed to be warming to Justin's
charm. They discussed the schedule for the surgery tomorrow.
	Peter's Mother went to the refrigerator.
	"We're almost out of milk. Peter, why don't you run down the store
and get some."
	"Mom, you're not supposed to eat or drink anything before the
surgery."
	"What if you and Justin want some for breakfast tomorrow?"
	"Okay, we'll go." Peter stood up.
	"Surely it doesn't take two people. Besides we're having such a
nice chat."
	"Okay." Peter pulled out the car keys.
	"Why don't you walk? It's only a few blocks."
	Peter looked at Justin. "Will you be okay?"
	She patted Justin's hand. "Why shouldn't he be?
	Justin winked. "I'll be fine."
	Peter pointed at his Mother. "No third degree or the rubber hose."
	She shooed Peter away. "Will you get going."
	Peter left.
	She sat down at the table smiling. "He's a good boy."
	Justin smiled to himself. Aged 31 and Peter was still a "boy" "He's
one in a million."
	They started at the same time; "I don't know what I would..." His
Mother stopped.
	"Do without him." Justin finished.
	Peter's Mother looked steadily at Justin. "Do you really mean
that?"
	"I love your son more than I thought possible."
	"Forgive me if I have my doubts."
	"Because I'm a rock star and I'm young and good-looking?"
	"I've heard stories."
	"And in this case they started out to be true."
	Peter's Mother nodded.
	"I admit that I seduced Peter. And it is also true that I was
afraid he'd tell me he loved me. But what I thought would be a weekend
affair changed. And that was because of Peter."
	His Mother watched Justin carefully.
	"He treated me with such tenderness and care. Peter made it the
most wonderful experience of my life."
	"You seduced him into his take advantage of his innocence."
	"I thought since we were both first timers it would even things
out."
	"Your first time? Surely with your popularity."
	"My first time with man."
	"Oh. I hope that you were..." She stopped embarrassed.
	"We were and have always been safe. Have no fear of that."
	"Good." She glanced up and down Justin. "You sure couldn't tell
that you are gay."
	"I'm BI, actually."
	"Then there still could be someone else."
	"No. I love Peter too much."
	"But there is that other girlfriend. You seem like quite the loving
couple."
	"Trust me. She is just a friend. Britney may have had some ideas
but she knows the truth about Peter and me. She wasn't very pleased. I
think I can say she's come around now."
	"I see."
	"He wins them all over in the end. Everyone cares a great deal for
Peter."
	"Right now I'm not concerned about everyone. Peter was been though
such pain in his life. I will do everything in my power to keep Peter from
being hurt again."
	"I could never do that."
	"You say that now."
	"If you only knew how miserable I was when Peter and I were
apart. I'd had weekend flings before but I couldn't get Peter out of my
mind. It hurt so much without him. And then one night there he was on our
bus." Justin's voice broke. "He gave up everything to be with me. No one
has ever done that for me before." Justin's eyes started to water up. "It
was such a joy to hold him in my arms again. I'd missed him so much." He
looked at Peter's Mother. Justin voice was full of emotion. "I love Peter
so much."
	Peter's Mother took a tissue out of her pocket and handed it to
Justin. He smiled and shook his head. She returned the tissue to her
pocket.
	"I'm sorry about this Justin but I had to know that you really did
love my son and how strong that love was."
	"I understand."
	She patted his hand. "I have to tell you I am impressed."
	"Peter is no ordinary man."
	"On that point we completely agree. Would you like a refill on the
cola?"
	"Yes, please."
	Justin relaxed. The final hurtle was over.


	The next morning they were at the hospital early. Peter was almost
as nervous as his Mother was. The doctor explained that this was a simple
surgery. A small hole in the side was all they needed. No incision would be
necessary unless the gall bladder was inflamed. Then once the Peter's
Mother woke up and they were sure she had no reactions to the anesthetics
they would be free to take her home. Bed rest for a few days and she'd be
back to normal.
	Peter was so glad that Justin was there. It gave him someone to
talk to and Peter didn't realize that he really did need Justin's
support. It seemed like no time at all when the doctor approached Peter
with the news that the surgery had gone well and that his Mother was in
post op.
	After lunch they went back. Peter's Mother was a bit groggy but
they gave them the go ahead to take her home. With a quick stop to pick up
her pain medicine they'd soon be home.


	Lance dropped the sheets of paper to the table. He sat back with a
groan.
	JC looked up from the couch. "What's the matter?"
	"We're in trouble."
	"What do you mean?" JC went and stood by Lance.
	"I've been combining the guest lists, the ones we made up and the
ones our Mothers gave us. It's an outdoor wedding, JC, but we won't have
room for them all."
	"It can't be that bad."
	Lance showed the list to JC. JC's mouth dropped open.
	"Is your mother inviting all of Orlando?"
	"What do you mean my Mother? Here is the list your Mother gave."
	JC paged through the sheets of paper. "I don't know half of these
people."
	"Same with the list I got from my Mom. It seems that our wedding is
the 'Don't Miss Event of the Year'."
	"This is ridiculous. There's no way we can have this many
people. You're going to have to talk to your Mother."
	"Only after you talk to yours."
	JC looked up. "Damn."
	"I told you we were in trouble."
	JC snapped around. "Aha! We can't have that many guests do to the
environmental impact. It's an arboretum after all. We have to think about
trampling the plants."
	"That might work. Or they'll just suggest using the amphitheater
straight off."
	"Come on, Lance, we need to put our foot down on this. How many
guests were you thinking of?"
	"About 100 to 150."
	"That's all?"
	"All? This is supposed to be a declaration of our love for each
other not a concert. I think smaller is more emotional."
	"But Lance we have so many friends."
	"Then they can come to the reception. I won't mind then."
	"Some people would like to see the ceremony."
	"JC, think of all the fans that would love to see the ceremony. We
have to draw the line somewhere."
	"I guess."
	"Okay, how many guests were you thinking off?"
	JC looked a little embarrassed. "200 to 300."
	"Gees, JC, next we'll be renting a stadium."
	JC shrugged. "I want to show you off. When I promise my love to you
I want the whole world to see."
	Lance reached up and patted JC's cheek. "That's sweet. But the
logistics are a problem."
	JC pretended to pout.
	"How about we do an encore at the party afterwards?"
	"It's not the same." JC sounded sad.
	"Well, if you want that many people, I'll talk to Anthony about
getting a sound system."
	"No way, Lance. This is a ceremony not a concert."
	Lance gave JC a look.
	"Okay, I get it. I relent. It will be a small ceremony. Then we'll
have a big party after."
	"Thank you, JC." Lance took JC by the neck and pulled him into a
kiss.
	JC stood up. "What can I do? I just can't say no to those eyes of
yours."
	"You're marrying me for my eyes?"
	"Partially. There are lots of things about you I like. But when
they're all rolled together into one package. That's when the love comes
in."
	"JC, you already have me. You don't have to woo me all over again."
	"But it's fun." JC leaned down to look Lance in the face. "I love
making you blush." JC gave Lance a quick kiss.
	"Thanks. But to get back to the topic."
	JC leered at Lance. "What topic?"
	"The guest list. This thing is going to have to be cut down to a
quarter of the size."
	JC sighed. "I'll call Mother."
	"Wait. Let's do it together but we'll distract them first."
	"What do you mean?"
	"We'll get them together then give them the responsibility for the
reception/party. They'll get so caught up that they could care less about
the ceremony guest list."
	"Lance, that's a wonderful idea."
	"I have my moments."


	"She's asleep." Peter flopped down on the couch next to Justin. "It
has been a long day."
	"And you need a break."
	"I can't leave her."
	"How about a walk? We'll be gone for just fifteen minutes or
so. She'll be all right. Come on, Peter. You need it."
	Peter gave in. "Okay." He thought for a bit. "I know the perfect
place."

	They had walked about three blocks when they came over a hill.
	"There," Peter pointed.
	Before them was a park.
	"Come on, Justin."
	Peter went running to the playground. Justin followed. Peter made
beeline to the swings. He sat in one and began pumping his legs.
	"Come on, Justin. Try it out."
	"I haven't been on a swing for ages."
	"There's no one around. Come on. Look at the chains. They'll hold
you."
	"I'll try not to take that personal." Justin felt like a fool but
he sat down and began to swing.
	"Oh, that tingly feeling in the stomach that never goes away. I
miss this."
	Justin felt it, too. That ticklish feeling as he swung. Peter was
right. Justin was almost giddy.
	Peter started to laugh. Justin joined him. They were kids
again. Justin watched Peter swing back and forth. They'd swing in tandem
then Peter would get ahead of him and they'd pass by each other.
	Justin suddenly realized that Peter was doing it again. The world
had just changed perspective for Justin. He had shown Peter hotels and
Jacuzzis. Peter was showing his swings and playgrounds. Justin showed Peter
what money could buy. Peter showed Justin you're never too old to play.
	"Ready, Justin?"
	"What for?"
	"One, two, three-Geromino!" Peter jumped off the swing. He landed
in the sand laughing.
	"Come on, Justin. Surely you've done this before?"
	"Ah, sure." Justin jumped. He felt the drop in his stomach as he
leapt from the swing. Justin landed next to Peter.
	"That was fun."
	Justin looked up at Peter. "Yes, it was." Justin was getting into
this. "How about the tire swing?"
	"Ah, no, Justin. I get dizzy easily. I tend to throw up."
	"Then nix the tire swing."
	"Come on."
	They clambered around the playground equipment like two kids.
	Peter finally had to try the monkey bars. He took hold of the first
bar and bending his legs so they didn't touch the ground. Peter swung to
take hold of the next bar.
	"Come on, Peter. You can do it." Justin coaxed him on.
	Peter swung to the next bar then the next.
	"I don't think I can make it."
	"Sure you can. Move that fat butt."
	"I do not have a fat butt."
	"Oh, really." Justin walked over and pulled down Peter's pants.
	Peter let go of the bar and fell against Justin. The two landed in
the sand laughing.
	Peter pulled up his pants. "You perv."
	Justin laughed. "My the moon is full tonight."
	Peter gave Justin a quick kiss.
	"Now that's more like it. Is there somewhere we can smooch?"
	"I know where."
	Peter took hold of Justin's hand. He went down a path that led to a
group of trees surrounded by bushes. Not stopping he brought Justin along a
path through the bushes. Then all at once they were in a clearing.
	The path led to a bridge that crossed a small brook.
	They stopped on the bridge. Before Peter could say anything
Justin's was kissing him. After a few moments they parted.
	They stood with their arms wrapped around each other watching the
water flow by.
	"I've always loved this place. Whenever I was sad I came here. It
always cheered me up."
	"Then let's not stop now." Justin leaned close to Peter.
	Peter felt Justin's hand on his crotch. "Justin, not now."
	"Why not?" Justin rubbed harder. "You said you always came
here. Now its my turn to make you."
	Justin unzipped Peter's pants.
	"Justin, please. There may be people about."
	"We haven't seen anyone." Justin pulled Peter's cock out. "Just a
quick hand job and we'll start back."
	"Justin, I...oh, my god!"
	Peter's head snapped back as Justin's hand closed around his
cock. Justin stopped to lick his hand then continued.
	"That is so good, Justin."
	Justin stroked Peter's cock. Up and down the shaft twisting his
hand now and then to hit all the sensitive places. He rubbed his fingertips
across the mushroom head. Peter gasped.
	"But Justin, its not fair that only I..."
	"Then take hold of this." Justin grabbed Peter's wrist and moved
his hand. Peter's hand found Justin's already hard cock.
	Peter licked his hand and started stroking Justin in turn.
	The minutes passed.  They were in such joy. Each of them giving
each other such pleasures. They didn't hear the footsteps until they were
very close.
	Peter and Justin pressed up against the side of the bridge.
	A couple walked arm in arm by them over the bridge.
	"Wonderful evening isn't it."
	"Fantastic." Peter replied with more emotion than he had
intended. "Enjoy the rest of the evening." The couple said as they passed
by the bend in the path and were gone.
	"We will." Justin almost laughed.
	"Justin, why didn't you stop? Those people passed by and you still
stroking me off. What if they saw?"
	"It was too dark and they were too much into each other."
	"Justin, I..." Peter tried to sound mad.
	"Don't give my any bullshit. You're still hard. You got off on
that."
	Peter grinned. "It was the swings."
	"Oh, really? Then its time for one, two, three- Geronimo." Justin
sped up his strokes. He tightened his hand around Peter's cock.
	"Oh, Justin. I..." Peter moaned.
	"Come on, Peter. Last one to cum is a rotten egg."
	"You're on." Peter's hand slid faster up and down Justin's cock.
	They stroked each other with fervor.
	Peter started to tense up first.
	"Oh, Justin. Damn, I think I'm..."
	"Sh, there may be people about."
	Peter was breathing heavily. He grasped the railing.
	"Oh, my. Geromino!"
	Justin felt Peter's cock constrict and throb in his hand. He could
feel ever contraction that pumped the cum from Peter's cock. Justin let
himself go. Peter's hand was feeling too good. He let the climax take him.
	Justin's hips thrust his cock into Peter's hand. He felt the cock
spew its white load.
	Soon they both were breathing easier. They did up their pants.
	Peter placed a quick kiss on Justin's lips.
	"Thank you, Justin. I needed that."
	"Hm, my pleasure, lover. Let's go back."
	Peter paused. "Justin, I love you."
	Justin's voice had a touch of the old ego. "Of course."
	Peter swatted Justin's butt.
	"Ow!"
	"Don't be a smart ass."
	"I am now."
	Smack. "Ow, Justin."
	"We share everything right?"
	Peter rubbed his ass. "Touche'."
	Peter gave Justin a hug.  They started back to the house.


	They turned the corner. Peter froze.
	"What's wrong?"
	"Shit!"
	"Peter, what..."
	Peter started running. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"
	Justin was quick at his heels. "What is it?"
	Peter pointed.
	There was a red convertible parked in the driveway.
	"Oh, shit."
	"Faster, Justin."
	Peter reached the front door first. He was inside in a
flash. Justin quickly followed.
	Peter stopped in the living room not knowing where to look
first. There was a coat on the couch.
	Peter thought of his first concern. "Mom."
	He went to the bedroom door. Quietly he opened it and peered in.
	"Well?" Justin whispered in his ear.
	Peter closed the door again. "She's still asleep. He's not in
there."
	"Then where?"
	Peter knew the place. "The basement."

	Peter's brother was bent over pulling wood out from under the
workbench. He was so intent he didn't hear them come down the stairs.
	"Looking for something?"
	Peter's brother stood up and spun around. He was slightly taller
than Peter with a muscular build. Seeing Peter he broke into a smile.
	"Bro, it's been a long time. You look well. Still not working on
the body though."
	Peter was in no mood for pleasantries. "What are you doing here?"
	"What else? Visiting Momma. After her surgery it is only right."
	"The bedroom's upstairs. Or have you been gone too long to remember
that."
	"Momma was asleep. I didn't want to wake her."
	"So you had a sudden craving for carpentry?"
	"I was just wanted to pick up a few things."
	"Don't bother looking for the strong box. Everything has been moved
to a safety deposit box in town."
	His brother looked disappointed. "Damn. I was hoping to get my
class ring."
	"You picked that up the last time you were here."
	"Oh, that's right. What a memory you have."
	"That's just because mine disappeared along with yours and several
of Dad's coin collections."
	The smiled left his brother's face. "It was just a loan. I will pay
it back. Every penny."
	Peter gestured to the stairs. "Are you through down here? Or do you
want to pick up some wood?"
	The smile returned to his brother's lips. "I guess I'm through." He
started past Peter. He slugged Peter's shoulder. Peter didn't even wince
even though Justin saw that it was a hard hit.
	"You can still take it. I taught you well."
	"Yes, you did." Peter barely hid the edge in his voice.
	They started up the stairs.
	Peter's brother nodded at Justin. "So it's true what I heard. You
and NSYNC are fast friends. Or are you two boyfriends?"
	"None of your business, Darrin."
	"Okay." They made their way to the living room. "Well, you turned
out okay after all."
	"I think you'd better go."
	"Some welcome for a long lost brother."
	Peter sneered. "Did you really expect one after what you did?"
	"I said I'll pay it back and I will." He started past Peter. "I'll
just say hi and goodbye to Momma."
	Peter moved to block his way. "Just go."
	His brother grinned. "My, how forceful. You'll be a man yet. Can't
I at least see her?"
	Peter relented. "Try not to wake her."
	His brother went to the bedroom door and looked in.
	Peter went to the couch and grabbed his brother's coat.
	Justin just stood there. He had never seen Peter like this
before. He was so in charge but there were emotions he was just barely
keeping in check.
	Soon his brother returned.
	"She looks well. Everything go well with the surgery?"
	"Yes. She just needs a few days rest."
	Peter's brother smiled again. "You've taken good care of her. I'm
proud of you."
	Peter held out the coat. "I'll tell her you were here."
	His brother laughed. "Still don't trust me?"
	"Do you blame me?"
	"Nope. Not in the slightest." He put on the coat. An object fell
from the pocket. He quickly reached for it but Peter kicked it away.
	Peter picked it up. He eyes turned to his brother. "Mom's
pocketbook. Another loan?"
	"The cash, yes. The credit cards she can report as stolen. She
wouldn't have to pay for a thing."
	Peter no longer hid his anger. "Get out."
	"Please, at least leave me the cash." The cocky attitude vanished.
His brother's voice was desperate. "It's important."
	"I'll bet."
	Peter's brother began to shake. "I need to pay some people
off. Please, Peter. It's a matter of life or death. They could kill me."
	Justin watched Peter. He didn't move.
	Peter checked. There was no trace of worry in his brother's
aura. "You're lying."
	His brother dropped the act. "Okay. But I need that cash."
	Peter put the pocketbook on the table. "No way. Not from Mom."
	"You must had quite a wad if you're with him now." Peter's brother
nodded at Justin. "Then I'll try the usual way." His brother was on Peter
before he knew it.
	Justin moved to help but before he could get close Peter had ducked
from under his brother's attack. He spun around his brother, grabbing his
arm and pinning it behind him. Peter pushed his brother against the wall.
	His brother was stunned. "How?"
	"You didn't know that I worked as a bodyguard for NSYNC."
	Justin was surprised by how fast Peter had acted. "But, Peter?"
	"Lonnie taught me a few things. Now let's see what else my dear
brother may have picked up." Peter reached for his brother's pants pocket.
	"I don't want no fag's hand in my pants."
	"Justin, why don't you do the honors."
	His brother struggled.
	"We can do this with your pants on or off. Which is it?"
	The struggling stopped. "It's not fair two to one."
	"Life isn't fair. Deal with it."
	Justin tried each pants pocket. Everything belonged to his brother.
	"Satisfied."
	"Not yet. Justin try the shirt pocket."
	His brother began struggling again. Peter twisted his arm higher.
	"Ow, damn it. That hurts!"
	Justin dug into the shirt pocket. He pulled out several pieces of
jewelry.
	"It that it?" Peter snapped.
	"Yes."
	Peter twisted the arm.
	"Yes, goddamnit! That's all I took."
	Peter released his hold.
	His brother rubbed his arm.
	"You do have some muscle. I guess I was wrong about you."
	Peter glared at his brother. "Get out of this house."
	"This is my house to."
	"You lost that right when you stole from your own parents."
	His brother growled. "It was a loan."
	"When you got the chance you left your home fast enough."
	"That was to make money for the family."
	"And now you take it from the family?"
	His brother's anger showed. "I said I'll pay it back and I will."
	"Get out."
	"Peter, I..."
	"Justin, please. This is between my brother and me."
	His brother started to feel a little cocky. "And if I don't
leave. Who's going to make me? You, sissy boy?"
	 "Now you've done it." Justin muttered. He knew better than to piss
Peter off.
	The two brothers faced each other.
	Peter moved until his brother had his back to the door. "Didn't I
just prove it?"
	"You caught me off guard."
	"Didn't look like it to me." Justin added.
	"Go." Peter glared at his brother.
	"No." His brother moved to take a step toward Peter. He was
surprised to find that instead he actually took a step back. He tried it
again. The same thing happened. He was somehow being pushed toward the
door.
	"What the hell is happening?"
	Peter's eyes never left his brother. "Justin."
	"I'll get the door." Justin opened and held the screen door.
	Peter looked hard at his brother. "Are you going to leave on your
own?"
	Peter's brother tried his last bit of bravado. "Make me, sissy
boy."
	Peter's voice was soft but firm. "Okay."
	Justin watched Peter. His eyes locked on his brother.
	His brother winced. He could feel the air around him almost
crackling with energy. The look on Peter's face sent the last bit of
bravado from his brother. He actually felt nervous almost frightened.
	"I want you out of this house." Peter finished in a harsh
whisper. "Now!"
	Justin watched as Peter's brother shot past him out the door.
	His brother found himself rolling on the grass in the front
yard. How had he got here? He scrambled to sit up.
	Peter stood in the doorway.  He pointed to the convertible.
	"Get out of here."
	Peter's brother started to stand then fell back. He winced with
pain.
	"I think my ankles broken."
	Peter turned slightly. "Justin, call 911. I'm sorry, Darrin. We'll
get an ambulance." Peter paused. "Of course, sometimes the police come with
the ambulance."
	"Okay," His brother's hands went up. "I'm going."
	Even in his anger Peter was still relieved that his brother's limp
got less as he made his way to the car.
	There was a screech of tires as the convertible left the
driveway. As he sped away Peter's brother narrowly missed a station wagon
with military markings heading the opposite way.
	Peter walked back into the house. Justin closed the screen door.
	Peter stood there not blinking.
	"Peter, you really kicked some ass."
	"He was my brother." Peter said sadly.
	"Peter?" came a small voice.
	They turned. Peter's mother stood in the hallway. "Was that
Darrin?"
	Peter went to her. "Mom, you should be in bed."
	She was total bewildered. "You threw him out of the house. He was
always stronger than you were. How did you do that?"
	Justin grinned. "He's changed a bit after being with NSYNC."
	She looked at Justin but pointed to Peter. "Did you do this?"
	"I helped a little bit with the self confidence." Justin
smiled. Peter smiled back.
	"But why? What was Darrin doing here?"
	"That's what I'd like to know," a deep male voice added.
	They all turned to the door.
	Justin saw an older man with gray hair standing in the doorway. He
wore a military uniform.
	Peter and his mother were totally surprised.
	"Henry?"
	"Dad?"
	He dropped his duffel bag to the floor. Rushing to his wife he took
her into his arms.
	"Ouch, Henry!"
	Peter's father loosened his hug. "Sorry. I forgot."
	"What are you doing here?"
	"My wife was going into surgery so they let me have leave."
	She searched her husband's eyes. "But you said you couldn't get
away."
	"Well, that's all changed now." He stepped back. "That can
wait. What I want to know is what happened here. That was Darrin I saw
driving off wasn't it?"
	"Yes," Peter's mother said. "Peter threw him out of the house."
	"But why?"
	Peter picked up the pocketbook and the jewelry. "I'm afraid he was
looking for another loan."
	Justin watched Peter's parents as the reality sank in.
	His father looked at Peter. There was amazement in his voice. "You
stopped him."
	Peter shrugged. "I had to."
	Peter's father put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "His just desserts
after all those years he tormented you."
	"No, it wasn't about revenge. Once he did help the family. But he
was stealing from you. I couldn't let him do that."
	Peter's father took him by the shoulders. "Good job, son."
	Peter glanced over to see Justin beaming with pride. After his
father stepped back Peter did the honors.
	"Dad, this is Justin."
	"Ah, yes. The NSYNC singer."
	"Peter brought him here to meet his parents." Peter's mother added.
	"Mom."
	His dad looked puzzled. "A couple, huh?"
	Peter's mother smiled. "And very much in love. That's why Peter
moved to Orlando."
	His father looked sternly at Justin. "Well, he better be worth it
to take you away from being a help to your mother."
	Peter couldn't believe his father had said that. "He is, Dad. It
was a difficult decision."
	Peter's father smiled. "Then I am happy for you. I don't understand
it, but I know now how much he must mean to you. Being there for your
mother was very important to you. I always appreciated that."
	Peter seemed a little uneasy. "Thanks, Dad."
	Justin watched as Peter's father put his hand on his son's
shoulder.
	"Don't worry about your mother. She will be looked after."
	"Who by?" Peter said softly.
	"Me."
	"Dad?"
	"Henry?"
	Peter's father turned to his wife. "I never had to fret any because
I knew that my sons were watching out for you. Now with the last one moving
away..." He shrugged.
	Peter's mother gaped. "You're retiring from the service?"
	"Not quite that. I've asked for a transfer to the Army base by the
airport. It's only part time so I can keep my hand in."
	Justin watched the tears form in Peter's eyes. He looked back and
forth between his parents. They were becoming a family again.


	Peter's father emerged from the bedroom. He sat down at the table
with Justin and Peter.
	"She's asleep. Thank you for everything you did today."
	"No problem, Dad."
	Justin felt in the way plus he was a little intimidated by Peter's
father. "I'm going out for some air."
	As he got up Peter's eyes followed him. "I'll be out in a bit."
	When Justin left Peter's father spoke. "You really do love," he
paused, "him."
	"Very much. I've never felt like this about anyone."
	"I can believe that." His father smiled. "Well, I should be
happy. My youngest son has discovered sex at last." He slapped Peter's
shoulder.
	"Dad."
	"Okay, it's not with a female but hey."
	Peter looked down. "I'm sorry, Dad. I know I wasn't exactly the son
that you wanted."
	"Are you kidding? I didn't recognize you tonight. I am proud of
you."
	"Not always. Not when you found out."
	"Okay, you've got me there. But I was thinking with an Army mind
not a father's. No, I can't blame this on the Army. It was how I felt. It
was the way I was brought up to think."
	Peter just nodded.
	"You never asked what changed my mind."
	"I thought it was the murders of the two gay military men."
	"Partially that. At first I couldn't understand why they'd go into
the military knowing how homophobic it could be. But they felt the need to
serve like I did. But some had other reasons. I heard of a few men that had
enlisted because they had no where else to go. Their families had thrown
them out of their homes. Of course they couldn't say why, but you got to
realize the truth. Some of them worked so hard to measure up and fit in. It
was a chance to belong to a new family. I guess a homophobic military is
better than no family at all."
	Peter sat listening to his father talk. He needed to get this out.
	"I know that I'm not the best father but how could they cut their
own children dead like that? I mean I'm still not overjoyed that you're
gay. But you are still my son."
	Their eyes met.
	"Was I any kind of a father to you?"
	"Sure, Dad."
	"But I wasn't around to take you to ball games or play catch with
you."
	Peter shrugged. "I wasn't into those things anyway."
	His father smiled. "Maybe if I did..."
	Peter looked seriously at his father. "You could not have kept me
from being gay. I was born this way. I knew I liked men from an early
age. It just took me awhile to understand that."
	"Did you hate not having your father around?"
	"Sometimes. I thought that you would keep Darrin from picking on me
so much." This next bit would hurt but his father did ask. "But as I grew
up I was glad you weren't here all the time."
	His father looked up. "Why?"
	"Because I would have had two people not just Darrin trying to keep
me from being such a 'sissy'." Peter looked at his father. "Am I right?"
	His father's face fell. "Yes. You're right. I would have been
trying to change you. Your life would have been hell. Even your own
father."
	"As long as I didn't know how you really felt I had a bit of hope."
	"Peter, I just was never cut out to be a father. Once your brother
was born the whole fatherhood obligation got to me. I ran back to the
military. I managed holiday visits or a short leave for a pat on the back
then I'd return to the orderly life of the military. I am a real lousy
father." He waited. "I wish you'd yell or smack me or something. It would
make me feel less guilty."
	"A sissy boy wouldn't do that."
	His father winced.
	Peter looked at the table. "There are all kinds of fathers. You did
what you could. And I wanted you to be proud of me."
	"I am. You were always there for your Mother."
	"Even in those short visits I learned that you loved me." Peter
looked at his father. "I wish you and Mom would stop blaming yourselves
about me being gay. It wasn't your fault."
	His father nodded.
	"Besides, I'm sure some very loving and doting parents had children
who turned out different then they hoped for. I bet Hitler was a shock to
his parents."
	"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"
	"No, it's supposed to make you laugh. Believe it or not I love you,
Dad, no matter what."
	"Thanks, Peter." His father seemed to trembling on the edge of
emotion. The emotion door slammed shut. He slapped the table. "Someone's
waiting. Off with you. But don't let the neighbors see you two kissing."
	"No, Dad. I won't be an embarrassment to the family."
	"Ah, about that, are you and Justin..."
	Peter smiled to see his military father flustered. "I'm in my old
room. Justin's in Darrin's.  If you are uncomfortable we can always find a
motel."
	His father stammered. "No. I just..." He smiled. "Thanks, I feel
better."
	"I'd never want to freak out my own parents."


	Justin stood looking up at the night sky. Peter walked up and put
his arm around him.
	"Beautiful isn't it?"
	"So many more stars than in the city." Justin felt Peter squeeze
him tighter. "Everything okay?"
	"Wonderful. Thanks for being here."
	"Hell, I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Justin
balked. "I'm sorry. He was your brother."
	Peter chuckled. "Probably off nursing his wounds. Poor guy being
bettered by his 'sissy boy' younger brother."
	Justin pulled Peter around to face him. "I can't imagine what it
was like for you growing up with that."
	"Forget it, Justin. That chapter in my life is closed." Peter
brushed Justin's cheek. "You've made up for all of it." He leaned toward
Justin.
	Justin stopped Peter. "What about the neighbors?"
	Peter walked Justin to the back of the garage. They stepped into
the shadow cast by the maple tree in the moonlight. He pulled Justin to
him. Their lips pressed against each other's. Peter let all of the fear and
dread within him go. It was over. Justin was in his arms and Peter could
feel the love around him.
	Suddenly a loud blaring started. Lights began to flash between the
two garages. The neighbor's door opened.
	"Goddamnit, not again." He fumbled with the control.
	Peter's father stood on the front step. "Damn it, Sullivan. Will
you stop that racket? My wife is trying to sleep."
	The car alarm turned off.
	"Henry, is that you?"
	"Yeah, just got back tonight."
	"Come on over tomorrow, we'll watch the game."
	"You've got it."
	Two doors slammed closed.
	Justin pulled back. "What was that?"
	"I didn't hear a thing." He caressed Justin's cheek. Peter wished
he could see Justin's face by moonlight.
	Justin chuckled.
	"What?"
	"You're humming again."
	"I'm sorry."
	"Don't be. I like it. What is it this time?"
	"'We Kiss in a Shadow'. It's from 'The King and I'."
	"Go ahead. Hit me."
	Peter began to sing softly:

		"We kiss in a shadow. We hide from the moon.
		Our meetings are few and over too soon.
		We speak in a whisper, afraid to be heard.
		When people are near, we speak not a word.
		Alone in our secret, together we sigh
		For one smiling day to be free.
		To kiss in the sunlight and say to the sky
		Behold and believe what you see!
		Behold how my lover loves me!"

	"That's beautiful." Justin looked lovingly at Peter. He wished he
could see Peter's face. "A prophecy?"
	"Well, there still is your public. But no, the people we care about
know now. That smiling day is here, right now."
	"Well, then." Justin took Peter's hand. They walked from the maple
tree's shadow.
	"Justin, I promised."
	"Are you ashamed of me?"
	"You know I'm not."
	"Then let's see each other."
	Justin led Peter into the moonlight. They turned and looked into
each other's eyes.
	"Just one word needs to be changed." Justin sang:

		"Alone in our secret, together we sigh
		For one smiling day to be free.
		To kiss in the moonlight and say to the sky
		Behold and believe what you see!
		Behold how my lover loves me!"

	They stood looking into each other's eyes. Leaning close they
kissed.


	His wife stood by the open window.
	"You should be asleep."
	"Not with that car alarm going off, people shouting and doors
slamming."
	He took her in his arms. "Sorry. Do I hear singing?"
	"Yes." She nodded to the window. "Our son and Justin."
	"Damn it, I told him not to be seen."
	"Oh, Henry, stop. No one can see them but us. It's so romantic."
	"You like that?"
	"Yes. And if you weren't so damn militarily macho you would, too."
	"Some parents we turned out to be. One son steals from us and the
other is a queer."
	She slapped her husband's shoulder. "You say that word again and
you will wish you were back in basic training. They both did their best for
this family. And after all that Peter has been through, he deserves some
happiness."
	"But with a..."
	"Yes, Henry?" She warned.
	"A Rock star. He's a public figure. They'll hardly be
together. Can't be much of a love life."
	"Tell me about it."
	"You'd better get back to bed." They kissed.
	She put a hand on his cheek. "Welcome home, Henry." She crawled
back into bed.
	Peter's father stood watching the two lovers in the moonlight. He
looked up to the night sky.
	"Watch over him will you. I still don't get this gay thing but if
he was born that way then you must have a plan for him." He looked at the
two of them. "Is this it? Even if it isn't, please keep him happy. He's a
son of mine. God knows that he certainly deserves some happiness for a
change."
	"Henry, come to bed."
	He took one last look at the moon then walked away from the window.

	"You know," Peter started saying, "now that Dad is back living with
Mom I have only one person to concentrate all my time and energy on.
	Justin smiled his impish smile. "Yeah, me."
	"Are you ready for that?"
	"And how."
	Peter saw the look in Justin's eyes. He felt the tears start to
form.
	"All the time I was growing up I never thought... If I had only
believed that this..."
	Justin held a finger to Peter's lips. "Sh. Let me show you how your
lover loves you." Justin pressed his lips to Peter's. He held Peter as
close as he could. After a few moments the kissing stopped.
	Peter looked up at the moon relishing Justin's body pressed to
his. He started singing softly, again. Justin joined him. They broke into
harmony.

		"To kiss in the moonlight and say to the sky
		Behold and believe what you see!
		Behold how my lover loves me!"

	The two of them stood the moonlight basking in their love. Peter
had never felt so happy.

  End Part 31.


	Okay, not much of JC and Lance. Sorry. I had started with Peter
just going home then his whole past suddenly poured into the story. Well,
for those people who asked me 'Why was Peter this way?' I hope that
explained it.
	Anyway, with the 'coming out' and the wedding and everything in
between JC and Lance will be more in the picture in later parts.
	As always any thoughts you'd like to share send to
pete1211@aol.com. Thanks to you who have written. It really energizes a
writer to know how the writing is being received.
	Time to move on to the next part. Thanks very much for taking the
time to read!