Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2005 20:39:21 EST
From: Pete1211@aol.com
Subject: Lance JC & Astral Fan 59 Boybands

	Part 59! At last!
	It's been over three months! Straight (pardon the word) to the
action.
	This story is complete rubbish (meaning lies and untruth). The
author knows nothing about the real lives to NSYNC or Backstreet Boys
that's why he has to make this trash up. And of course NSYNC and the
Backstreet Boys are not gay. The author only wants to make believe they are
that way. (God, he SO needs a life!)
	There will be descriptions of gay sex so if you are underage (shame
on you for reading this!) or find gay sex offensive (what are you doing
reading this anyway?!) Stop reading. All others read on. I hope you've
remembered what has happened before.


	In the pavilion the white and yellow rose motif was everywhere but
not overpowering. The table cloths were all of white and yellow. The
centerpieces on each table each held white and yellow roses.  There were
banners and bunting of white and yellow. The whole room matched wonderfully
with the ceremony.
	People were beginning to mill about, but JC's and Lance's mother
stepped in. After all this was their area.
	"Please, find some seats. The food will be ready in a few
minutes. Please, there is coffee or punch."
	There were wait staff going around with pitchers of coffee and of
punch. There were pitchers of ice water on each of the tables. The mother's
didn't want the guests to be thirsty.
	JC's mother tapped Joey on the shoulder as he passed. "Wedding
party up front, please."
	Chris asked, "How are all these guests going to fit up front?"
	"Okay, Chris, those who were involved with the service up front."
	"I still don't see how? Isn't watching it still being involved?"
	Lance's mother took Chris by the shoulder, "How about all people
who like being a smartass and annoying people up front?"
	Chris rubbed his hands together grinning. "This is great. I get a
private table."
	"I wish," Joey put in. He pushed Chris toward their table.
	Peter was looking around. Justin had disappeared somewhere. There
was a touch at his shoulder.
	A man in his 70's said, "I loved your solo. It was so moving."
	"Thank you." Peter still looked for Justin.
	"I suppose being with NSYNC you are a professional singer?"
	That snapped Peter out of his thoughts. "Me? No, we're just
friends. I was very nervous up there but I wanted to do if for JC and
Lance. I am glad it touched you."
	A woman approached, "There you are Marvin. I think we should take a
table over there."
	"I was just saying to this singer how much I enjoyed him."
	The lady looked at Peter. "That is no singer. It's Justin
Timberlake's lover. I told you that."
	"Sorry."
	The woman walked off. "I'll find us some seats."
	The man leaned to Peter. "I know what she told me. It drives her
mad thinking I don't listen to her but to tell the truth there isn't much
to hear." He straightened up. "But I was moved by your singing because I
could tell you were nervous but you still did it. Plus the words were very
fitting. And I know you are more than just a lover to Justin." The man
sighed. "I wish we could be that way again."
	"Marvin! I have found our table."
	"Coming, dear." He leaned to Peter again, "Stay lovers. It is so
much better without the legal ties." He walked off.
	Lance's mother saw Peter. "Bridal party is seated up in front." She
pointed.
	Peter smirked, "And the bride is. . ?"
	She sighed, "Between you and Chris. Okay, those who participated in
the ceremony please take your seats up front."
	Peter couldn't help himself. He moved close.
	"You mean I should take my seat and put it on the chair provided."
	"Peter, you are such a hoot," She gave Peter a slight shove, "Go to
your table. You're delaying this. We have a strict timetable."


	They sat at a large round table at the front of the pavilion. JC`s
and Lance's mothers still had the traditional wedding seating arrangements
like for a bridal party. The chairs were placed only half way around the
table so the guests could still see the guys.
	Lance kept looking at the table by the door.
	"You can't make them disappear just by staring at them."
	"JC," slightly annoyed Lance nodded at the table covered with
wrapped boxes. "I thought we told them not to."
	JC leaned closer to Lance. "It's a wedding and some people like to
give presents.
	"But it was on the invitations that we preferred donations. What do
we need that we don't already have?"
	"Well, how about a toaster that doesn't think it's a crematorium."
	Lance chuckled. "Okay, you've got me there."
	JC gave Lance a nudge, "Consider it a show of their affection for
us."
	Lance squeezed JC's hand. "Okay, I can't be angry today anyway."
	"That's my, Lance."
	Lance grinned, "Your James."
	Someone started tapping their knife against their glass. Soon
everyone took up the beat. JC and Lance stood up. It was the traditional
signal for the newlyweds to kiss.
	Pastor Jessi stood up waving her hands.
	"Oh, no you don't." She addressed the guests. "There is a new
tradition that has been making its way around at weddings. I like it and
you guests don't get off quite so easy. And being that most tableware at
receptions nowadays are plastic it's better than the thunk, thunk,
thunk. Anyway instead of clinking glasses, if you want the couple to kiss,
you have to stand up and sing a few lines of a love song. You can do it
singly or if you are shy and need group support you can do it with others."
She wagged a finger, "And no one is to judge. This isn't Star Search. So if
you want the newlyweds to show their love you have to serenade them with a
love song." She narrowed her eyes menacingly and pointed heavenward. "Do
what you will but I have powerful allies." She grinned. "And since the
newlyweds are on their feet and raring to get into a lip lock, I'll start
us off." She struck a pose and sang, " `Strange, dear but true, dear, when
I'm close to you, dear, the stars leave the sky. So in love with you am I.'
That's from Kiss me, Kate." She turned to JC and Lance, "So?"
	Lance and JC kissed.
	"Oh, that is sweet." Pastor Jesse said. "I hope you two have lots
of Chapstick."
	JC's mother waved her arms. "The food is ready." She nodded to the
head table. "We'll start with the honored couple."


	As they got their food Chris was grumbling. "I think the guests
should eat first. It is only manners."
	Joey retorted, "Hush your mouth. It is just deference to the happy
couple and their friends."
	Lance sighed, "Besides we have to meet all the guests. We need our
strength."
	JC also sighed, "The one drawback to weddings seeing all of our
relatives again."
	"But I'd think it would be positive." Peter said. "Obviously only
the ones who were supportive of you two showed up."
	Lance shook his head, "Oh, Peter still so naïve."
	Peter looked hurt, "I am not."
	Lance continued, "Take for instance my Aunt Gwen. She only came
because her sister my Aunt Alice agreed to come.  She doesn't really like
gay people but what one sister does the other does.  She makes sure her
sister doesn't show her up. I feel so sorry for my Uncle Marvin. Aunt Gwen
will say one thing at one time then change her mind the other. Anything to
keep up appearances of two close sisters."
	"Uncle Marvin?" Peter rubbed his chin. "I met him. He complimented
me on my solo. His wife was so in charge. Now I see what he meant about me
being more than a lover to Justin."
	Lance put in. "All she sees is the sex but he knows that you care
for each other beyond the sex."
	Peter looked surprised "How did you know?"
	Lance laughed, "She is my aunt. She has a real hang up about
sex. It was a wonder they had kids."
	Justin shrugged. "Well, some people don't like sex."
	Joey gaped. "You have to be kidding."
	"Or they have a lousy partner." Peter added. "Sounds like your aunt
grew up very repressed."
	"They're Baptists, remember?"
	Chris patted Joey's shoulder. "Don't worry, Joey. The people who
don't like sex aren't reproducing so they'll be instinct soon."
	"Or they just get tired of sex," Justin added.
	JC looked at Lance, "Not us." They kissed.
	"Hey," Chris snapped. "No one sang. Don't give them away for free."
	"Chris," JC and Lance said together.
	Chris frowned, "I know, 'Chris, shut-up`. Even at their wedding."
	"No, Chris," Lance said chuckling, "You don't have to
shut-up. Especially today."
	"Oh, I get it," Chris nodded. "This is your day to kiss in front of
people. They actually want to see two men kiss. So you're not giving it
away for free, you`re just exercising your freedom to finally show your
love in front of your relatives and friends."
	JC replied, "That is very astute of you."
	Chris grinned. "I have my moments."
	Joey nudged Chris. He motioned with his plate. "Be astute just keep
moving."
	"Okay, Joey, I know better than to keep you from your food."
	They moved on down the line.


	After they had sat down and began eating Chris leaned in to
Peter. "I suppose when Lance and JC are gone you and Justin will be doing
the deed. Just call me and warn me."
	Joey sneered, "Chris, will you stop teasing Peter about that."
	Peter blushed. "Chris, I didn't know you would sense Justin and I
doing it."
	"Sense it?! I saw it."
	Peter blushed. "Oh, my god, you saw us, ah, Justin being. . .?"
	"I know I have seen Justin in various stages of undress but I never
saw Justin from such an angle before and I hope never again. It took a few
straight porno movies to get the image out of my mind."
	Peter looked at his plate. "I am so sorry, Chris. Damn, there I am
apologizing again. I didn't know it would happen, Chris, I swear I didn't
know."
	Chris patted Peter's shoulder. "Justin wanted people to know that
he could ah, be the underdog, too?"
	"Some people can't even imagine seeing me with Justin let alone me
doing him so Justin wanted me to mentally show them. I didn't even know
how. But soon the idea did appear in my mind. When the idea came so did I."
	"That explains it." Chris said. "It was like the time at Disney
Studios when we were up on the cat walk. You had that panic of the heights
then you also had that vision of the future. We all sensed your vision
because of your heightened senses. It was the same here."
	"But Justin was just teasing me about fans not seeing him as being,
well you know.  I was the logical person to be the underdog. I would
service Justin and not the other way `round."
	Justin added, "And that is what I was trying to get you to show
them. You're not my boy toy. You don't just service me. This is a
relationship of equal roles."
	"I am too old to be a boy toy."
	"Justin wanted them to see that you share sex equally. That
combined with your, ah, heightened senses sent it off into the astral
plain."
	"Oh, shit Chris, what did I do?" Peter was very embarrassed.
	Lance smiled. "Not all of us saw it. JC and I just sensed it. It
was probably only sensed by people who love you."
	Peter blushed. "Oh, my god, my folks!"
	"Nonsense," Chris laughed. "They're too far away. And I doubt if
they could sense you."
	Joey laughed. "I hope your brother saw it. If he hates you being
with Justin it would really drive home the point very visibly."
	Chris elbowed Joey, "Hey, I make the jokes."
	"Not all of them," Joey grinned.
	Peter put his fork down. "Damn, I feel like I did a porno. How many
people saw or sensed what I was doing to Justin."
	Justin patted Peter's hand. "I wanted them to know. Blame me."
	"I can't just blame you. I wanted them to know too." Peter looked
down, "Just not so vividly."
	"Well, that radio show you were on did ask you back. They never had
received so many calls from listeners."
	"But it was after," Peter blushed, "the fact."
	"So they sensed the truth."
	Peter looked away. "I will only concentrate on Justin from now on."
	JC said, "Peter, what harm did you do? A lot of people got off on
the thought of you and Justin together."
	"But what about Chris?"
	Chris smiled at Peter, "Well, we know each other a little
better. Although the sight of Justin's ass and you. . ."
	"Please, Chris I am so sorry about that."
	"Really, it's okay, I just didn't expect it to be thrust upon me."
	Before Peter could retort Joey stood up and with a grand gesture
sang, "Once you have found her, ah, him," He corrected himself, "Never let
him go. Once you have found him never let him go." He got more exaggerated
as he went up each note. He ended on a very strained falsetto.
	People laughed and JC and Lance kissed.
	Joey sat down. "Now that should change the subject."
	Chris leaned close, "Sorry, Joey. Too gay again?"
	"You should know but no. We are in public."
	Chris smiled, "We're with relatives. That is not in public."
	"Not completely," Lance chuckled. "But we should be change the
subject." He elbowed JC. "Right, husband?"
	"Yes, husband." JC elbowed Lance. "We don`t want to make our
friends and family uneasy."
	Joey was lifting his fork but he lifted his head. "Too late." Joey
continued eating.


	Lance pushed his plate away. "Okay, now for our duty. JC, you take
that side of the room and I will take the other. We'll meet in the middle."
	"But Lance. . ."
	"Look your relatives are over there and mine are altogether over
there. You talk to my relatives and I will talk to yours. We'll be done
faster."
	"And your relatives don't want to talk to you?"
	"They said their say at the ceremony." Lance smiled. Those green
eyes sparkled. "Trust me."
	"Okay."
	They headed off.
	JC had just barely said a word with one of Lance's cousins when
three people stood up and sang, "You're all I ever wanted. You're all I
ever needed. So tell me what to do now `cause I want you back."
	JC and Lance crossed the room to each other. They kissed. They then
parted and went back to their relative corners.
	A few minutes later came, "God must have spent a little more time
on you."
	Lance and JC started the walk to each other, a kiss, clapping, they
separated again and they made they way back to either sides of the
pavilion.
	Five minutes later JC's mother stood up, "Every word I say are
true. This I promise you."
	The lovers made their trudge across the room.
	JC sighed, "My own mother."
	They kissed.
	As the people clapped Lance whispered. "I can't believe they wait
until we are so far apart to get us to come all the way across the room
just to kiss."
	Both of them looked from face to face. They nodded.
	"Okay, from now on we go everywhere together."
	"Agreed."


	JC asked, "And your son Nathan how is he?"
	"He's just got a job in. . ."
	A group started to sing. "I need love. We need love. We all really
need love."
	Lance sighed, "They like to use our own songs don't they?"
	JC smiled. "I don't mind."
	They kissed and the guests clapped.
	JC turned back to his relative. "Sorry."
	They were all looking away then they turned back.  "Our son Nathan
is doing fine." Nothing more was added.
	After an awkward pause Lance finished. "Well, it is nice to see you
again. Thanks for coming." He grabbed JC's elbow and walked off.
	He leaned close to JC. "I thought they'd all be supportive."
	"They are doing what they can do."
	"They couldn't even look at us kissing." Lance hissed.
	"And when have two men kissing in public been welcomed."
	"But it is our wedding, ah ceremony, ah, damn. It's supposed to be
about our love."
	JC leaned a little on Lance, "They are trying their best. We're
breaking new ground here."
	"Oh, face the fact, JC, I was right. They're here because they felt
like they needed to be here for family reasons. We don't enter into it."
	"Oh, no?" JC smiled at Lance, "Even just that they are here? They
may be uncomfortable but they are learning. There is no hatred here just
unease." JC brushed Lance's chin, "I'll take that any day."
	Lance noticed a commotion at the door. "What's happening?"
	Their mothers were there talking to people. JC and Lance
approached.
	"JC, Lance, please go back to circulating. We`ll handle this."
	"What's wrong?"
	"Nothing is wrong."
	JC pushed passed. Once outside he saw the group of fans standing at
the edge of the parking lot with large bed sheets on posts. When he saw
nothing else he started back in side. Then he saw a flash of sign behind
the fans. He turned to his mother.
	She snapped, "Stupid protesters picketing a wedding, ah,
ceremony. I am sorry you had to see this."
	As Lance stepped up to see JC said. "And fans are blocking them
from us like before."
	"You have such great fans."
	JC nodded, "Yes, we do." He paused. He looked along the wall of the
pavilion. There were large wooden doors spaced regularly along the side of
the building. JC turned to his mother. "Have them open the doors."
	"JC?"
	"It's a warm day. Let's let some fresh air in."
	"But they can see in." Lance's mother added.
	Lance got what JC was about. "So let them. Maybe they will see the
truth." Lance cocked his head, "Mom, I think we missed a few people on that
invitation list."
	Lance's mother smiled, "Go ahead, dear. There is even some food
left over."
	Lance took hold of JC's hand. Lance nodded across the parking lot,
"Do you fancy a few more guests?"
	"I only fancy you but I get your meaning."
	Together they walked across the parking lot.
	"Wouldn't you know, Brian Wilson is leading the way."
	One of the fans with a sheet on a post was Brian.
	Brian said, "This is your day.  I, we didn't want it soured by the
likes of them." Brian nodded over his shoulder.
	Lance smiled. "Forget them. Come. Come to the party."
	"You mean us?"
	JC grinned, "Sure why not? This is for family and friends."
	"But what about them?" Brian again nodded at the protesters.
	"They're invited too if they want." JC raised his voice, "All
people are welcome. If they don't want to, let them stand here." JC
smiled. "Inside is a celebration of love." JC didn't say anything else.
	"You mean that?" Brian asked.
	"Even the neigh Sayers can't dampen our spirits today. Please, come
in. There is even some food left over."
	JC and Lance ushered their fans into the pavilion.


	JC and Lance returned to talking to their relatives.
	"Excuse us."
	Lance turned around. "Uncle Marvin, Aunt Gwen."
	Aunt Gwen elbowed her husband. He blurted out. "We have to get
going. It was a wonderful service and a great reception."
	"You're not staying for the dancing?"
	Aunt Gwen looked at her fingernails. "We have another engagement to
go to."
	"You can come back. The party runs until midnight."
	Uncle Marvin glanced hopefully at his wife.
	Her voice was sharp. "No, I'm afraid that is out of the question."
	"Are you sure Aunt Gwen?"
	"We must leave now. Come on, Marvin." Aunt Gwen strode off.
	Uncle Marvin acted nervous but he didn`t want to be rude. "Best
wishes to both of you. Goodbye." He shook their hands. "I'd like to stay. I
enjoy a dance."
	"Marvin!"
	"Coming, Dear." He turned on his heel and was gone.
	Soon another relative came up to the pair.
	"You're leaving, too?" Lance asked, "I'm sorry we never got the
chance to talk. We're almost up to you."
	"Sorry, something came up." A quick hand shake and they were gone.
	Soon more relatives came up to say their farewells.
	Lance could understand it. If they were as tired as he was. Plus it
was the general rule once one relative left the exodus started.
	Finally JC and Lance had to sit down and rest their feet. Lance's
mother came over.
	"Poor dears, you must be tired. You rest a bit."
	Lance`s father walked up in a huff. "I don't believe it. Just
because there were rumors of reporters."
	Lance's mother waved a warning, "Sh!"
	"I mean really. This isn't a big enough event for reporters so even
if they did show up big deal. They are family, you know, but fine let them
go."
	Lance's mother turned and gave a big fake smile at Lance, "So did
you like the food. The potatoes were a little salty but. . ."
	Lance raised an eyebrow, "Mom?"
	JC's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
	"It's just silly talk."
	Lance looked around. He then realized that most of his relatives
were the ones that had left.
	"I know Baptists are strict but surely they could stay for some
dancing."
	Both parents said nothing but looked very guilty.
	Lance noticed Brian and his friends sitting at a table eating.
	"They're not upset about the gates crashers?"
	"Not those anyway," Lance's father answered.
	Lance slowly turned and gazed out the large doors in the wall that
had been opened. The small group of protesters could easily been seen.
	Lance's mother looked sheepish. "Maybe we shouldn't have opened
those doors. Out of sight. . ."
	JC gaped, "You mean they left because of the pickets?"
	"Some Baptists are very conservative." Lance explained. "It is one
thing to come to a ceremony like this. It is another for another
conservative religious group to see you at one." Lance shrugged. "Well,
they came and they stayed as long as they could. It's progress."
	"It's rude," Lance's father added.
	"Well," JC said, "You'd never expect a protest at a wedding
reception or to be singled out by attending one. I sort of understand why
they left."
	"Well, I don't." Lance's mother crossed her arms.
	"You did once," Lance put in. He got up and hugged his mother. "Not
all our relatives are as adaptable as you."
	She smiled. "Thank you, Lance." She patted Lance's cheek. "Oh,
well, they're going to miss a fantastic dance."
	JC hugged Lance's parents. "Now that's the attitude."
	"Excuse me," It was Brian. "I sort of over heard. We can go back
outside."
	"Nonsense," JC chuckled, "Ignore them. I want you and your friends
to have a great time."
	"Ah, about that. . ." Brian nervously looked at the floor.
	JC got it. "Call anyone you want."
	Brian beamed. 'Really?"
	"The more the merrier."
	Lance's mother put in. "Just try to limit it to about 20 or so."
	"Oh, it will be easily under that." Brian almost ran off.
	Lance's father smiled. "It's going to mean so much to them to be
here. Now I see why you do this. Your fans are so great."
	"They're the best fans in the world."


	The protesters outside watched at the guests left. They felt a
surge of pride. They had frightened them off or at least had them uneasy
about attending this function. Over the next few hours they felt their
triumph growing. That is until the cars starting arriving. Soon the
pavilion was full of people dancing and laughing. No one even noticed the
small group with signs outside. The sun hadn't even gone down before they
gave up and went home. Relatives were one thing but good friends were
another.


	Cindy Chris's girlfriend sighed. "It must have been a very
beautiful ceremony."
	"Yeah," Chris replied, "You would have cried your eyes out."
	Joey's girlfriend, Debbie nodded. "I wish we could have been
there."
	"Well, they had to draw the line somewhere." Joey explained. "It
was an outdoor service but we still couldn't fit everybody who wanted to
come."
	"That's okay," Cindy said, "This is going to be a blast anyway."
	Lance and JC walked close by.
	"Oh, the happy couple," Cindy started tapping on her glass. "Come
on, show us a kiss."
	Chris grabbed her hand. "Sorry, new rules. I forgot to brief
you. You have to do this. Joey?"
	Joey gave a loud whistle. The room grew quiet.
	"Thanks," Chris thought for a moment. "I know." He sang, "Oh, I
wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener. That is what I truly want to be. For if
I was an Oscar Mayer wiener everyone would be in love with me." Chris
bowed.
	"You're supposed to sing a love song," Joey snapped.
	"The word 'Love' was in it." Chris protested. "If there is another
definition of a love song, I don't want to hear it." He turned away.
	Lance and JC walked up on both sides of Chris. "Okay, Chris, you'll
get your kiss."
	Lance and JC leaned in to Chris and each kissed a cheek.
	"Yuck!" Chris wiped his face. "She wanted the kiss not me. I mean,
Cindy wanted to see you two kiss."
	"Okay, my pleasure." JC took hold of Lance and dipped him all the
while kissing him. They held the kiss for several moments.
	"Ah, that is sweet."
	Chris grabbed a napkin, "You would think so." He scrubbed at his
cheek. "I need some alcohol."
	Cindy pointed. "There's the bar."
	Chris rubbed harder on his cheek. "I mean for disinfectant."
	JC and Lance stood up.
	"That is so romantic," Debbie added.
	Chris looked accusingly at Cindy. "Are you two in cahoots with
them?" He gestured at Lance and JC. "I swear these gay guys are trying to
turn Joey and me gay and you're helping them."
	She stood up, "Nonsense," She took Chris's hand and kissed him.
	"Finally," Joey said, "Some good old fashioned hetero lip
action. It's been kind of one sided around here today."
	"Well, duh," Debbie put in.
	Joey asked her, "Are you going to keep me on the straight path?"
	"You bet I am," Joey got a kiss, too.
	"Ugh," Lance gave a fake shutter, "I don't how they can do that."
	"Come on," JC chuckled. "We have people to meet. Enjoy
yourselves. The band should start in a few minutes.
	JC and Lance walked off.



	The band was ready to start.
	One singer went to the mike. "Since this is the first dance can we
have the honored couple on the dance floor please?"
	Lance and JC walked to the middle of the dance floor.
	"This is from Jefferson Starship and dedicated to you two."
	The band started to play and the lead man and woman began to sing
the duet. JC and Lance took each other in their arms and danced.

		"Lookin' in your eyes I see a paradise
		This world that I've found is too good to be true
		Standin' here beside ya, want so much to give you
		This love in my heart that I'm feelin' for you

		Let 'em say we're crazy, I don't care about that
		Put your hand in my hand, baby, don't ever look back
		Let the world around us just fall apart
		Baby, we can make it if we're heart-to-heart

		And we can build this dream together
		Standing strong forever
		Nothing's gonna stop us now
		And if this world runs out of lovers
		We'll still have each other
		Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now

		I'm so glad I found you, I'm not gonna lose you
		Whatever it takes, I will stay here with you
		Take you to the good times, see you through the bad times
		Whatever it takes is what I'm gonna do

		Let 'em say we're crazy, what do they know?
		Put your arms around me, baby, don't ever let go
		Let the world around us just fall apart
		Baby, we can make it if we're heart-to-heart

		And we can build this dream together
		Standing strong forever
		Nothing's gonna stop us now
		And if this world runs out of lovers
		We'll still have each other
		Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us, ooh

		All that I need is you
		All that I ever need
		All that I want to do
		Is hold you forever, forever and ever

		And we can build this dream together
		Standing strong forever
		Nothing's gonna stop us now
		And if this world runs out of lovers
		We'll still have each other
		Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us

		Build this dream together
		Standing strong forever
		Nothing's gonna stop us now
		And if this world runs out of lovers
		We'll still have each other
		Nothing's gonna stop us now

		And we can build this dream together
		Standing strong forever
		Nothing's gonna stop us now
		And if this world runs out of lovers
		We'll still have each other
		Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now.

	After they clapped JC and Lance waved the people onto the dance
floor.
	As they danced to the next number JC said to Lance, "I know this is
a redundant question but it is a mandatory one, 'Are you happy, Lance?'"
	"Happy?" Lance looked down. "Can't you see? My feet are not even on
the ground."
	"You're lucky. After 5 hours I can barely raise mine off the
ground."
	"We could sit down."
	"Nah, I am sort of joking. I'm tired only if I think about it. But
it is a blissful sort of tired."
	Lance grinned, "I can get your mind off being tired." Lance pressed
close and placed his hand to the front of JC's pants.
	JC pulled back, "Now, Lance, behave. Kissing is one think making
out in front of people is another."
	"We can take a walk the woods."
	"We have guests. Besides I've seem several couples disappear that
direction already."
	Lance looked shocked, "You're kidding."
	JC smiled, "It's our fault. The love in this room is overpowering
them."
	"Like Justin and Peter?"
	"Something like that."
	"So no quickie?"
	"I'd be afraid of stains on our tuxes. Besides we only have a
couple more hours before we have to leave for the airport."
	"Hm," Lance lay his head on JC, "And then all those days of being
only with you."
	"Nights yes, days I am not so sure of."
	"So now I know you didn't book us on a deserted island."
	"Well, we do need a cute cabana boy to clean and cook for us."
	"Okay, I give up. I can wait."
	"Not for much longer, Lance."
	"Hm, I don't mind. I like dancing with you."
	"This is nice."
	Lance started chuckling.
	"What?"
	"You know at every wedding reception I've been to I've seen two
women dancing together. It's about time we men get a chance."
	"You never know, Lance. Maybe we're turning the tide."
	"Well, at least we're getting our feet wet." Lance looked at JC. "I
love waves washing against me feet." He kept looking at JC.
	"Lance," JC chuckled. "I'm not telling you where we're
going. You'll have to just wait."
	"Oh, rats."
	JC gave Lance a kiss. "I'm not being mean I want it to be a
surprise. Like you do."
	"Okay, truce." Lance laid his head back on JC. "It doesn't really
matter as long as I am with you."
	"Bull."
	Lance chuckled, "Okay, but having you there will make anything much
better."
	"Now that I agree with."
	They kissed then continued dancing.


	Peter turned to see a member of 98 Degrees, "Justin."
	"I'd like you to meet Emily, my girlfriend."
	Peter shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you.  So you like 98
Degrees?"
	She nudged Justin, "Well, at least one of them."
	"So do I," Peter caught himself. "I mean their music."
	"Nonsense," Justin smiled. "I am the thin guy of the group. The
rest of the guys are 100% beefcake."
	"But you have such a good voice," Peter added. "When I was young we
had a record of the Robert Shaw Chorale doing sea chanties, you know
sailors songs.  I loved listening to them. And Thurl Ravenscroft, he did
the singing in the "Grinch". I love the male bass voices." Peter glanced at
Justin's girlfriend. "Oh, I am sorry."
	She took Justin's arm, "Don't be, I totally agree with you. Muscles
are one thing voice is another. Of course, you do have another Justin."
	"Not in the same league. His voice is much higher and his
body. . ." Peter stopped himself, "Not that your body is bad. At least your
girl friend must like it. Oh, damn."
	Justin's Nick walked up before Peter could get his foot any deeper
into his mouth.
	"Have you seen Drew and Jeff?"
	"Not for a while." Justin answered.
	Peter stepped forward, "Nick, it's nice to see you again," They
shook hands.
	"Yah,"
	Peter pried his eyes of Nick's chest. He looked up in to those blue
eyes and dimples. Peter's brain elbowed him 'say something!'
	"Where's your girlfriend, Jessica?"
	"Around somewhere. I need to find my brother and Jeff."
	"Well, there are no rooms for them to be alone so they must be
outside."
	Nick gave Peter's shoulder a friendly slap. "Thanks." He headed
off.
	"He really doesn't think that Jeff and Drew. . ." Peter
stopped. There was a woman present.
	She surprised Peter. "You never know with those two. They came
without girlfriends." She burst out laughing. "Hey, I made a joke."
	"So you know?"
	Justin answered Peter, "Everyone who knows them knows."
	"Well," Peter added, "At least they have a healthy sex life."
	"Healthy, yes, tactful, no." Justin replied.
	"But, oh, do we envy them. Two hot studs doing the nasty." She
shook her hand, "Rowr."
	Peter looked surprised at Emily then burst out laughing.
	Justin soon followed. "It's all those muscles. Little blood left
for the brain."
	Emily took Justin's hand. "That's what I like you about you, your
brain."
	"Thanks, I think."
	"No, Justin. You are so kind and caring. You have all the character
you don't need muscles."
	Justin smiled. "That's what I have always thought. Who needs
muscles?"
	Peter rolled his eyes and turned away.


	"Drew! Jeff, where are you off to?"
	"Just a walk in the woods, bro," answered Drew.
	"With a party going on?"
	"Just wanted some fresh air," Jeff replied, "Nothing else."
	"Okay," Nick said, "I'm sorry. Be back soon. I think the worst when
you two are away but after that poison ivy incident I should have nothing
to fear. Just remember that anything you do can reflect on JC and Lance. It
is their party after all. Remember that."
	Jeff clicked his tongue. "We were just going for a walk."
	"I know, I said I was sorry," Nick turned and went back inside.
	"I forgot about the poison ivy," said Drew.
	"We itched for days," added Jeff.
	"Do you want to check out the female guests instead?"
	"I think that may be wiser. It is after dark and we won't see what
we are doing."
	"You've never needed light before." Drew grinned.
	Jeff pulled Drew close, "I can slip my screwdriver into the slot of
your screw anytime."
	"Hm, so can I."
	"Hey, that is only some of the time."
	"Hey," Drew took Jeff's chin, "We're just fuck buddies. No offense
meant."
	"Of course, buddies." Jeff chucked Drew's chin, "Let's check out
the female action."
	They went back inside.


	Justin and Peter were dancing.
	"I do love a waltz."
	Justin smiled. "Well, you taught us. Besides they choose the music
because they knew there would be older people here."
	Peter frowned. "I'll try not to take that too personal."
	"You are a young pup compared to them."
	Peter smiled. "Thank you."
	"If not in body at least in mind."
	"Bitch," Peter whispered.
	"But I love you just the same."
	"Forgiven." Peter wanted to lay his head on Justin's shoulder but
thought better of it.
	A hand appeared on Justin's shoulder.
	"May I cut in?" Britney asked.
	Justin looked at Peter.
	Peter shrugged. "Sure."
	Both Peter and Justin were surprised as Britney took Peter's hands
and waltzed off.
	"Oh, damn, now I have to lead."
	Britney chuckled, "Oh, stop, you dance very well leading or not."
Britney saw the beads of sweat appear on Peter's forehead. "Still not
comfortable around me."
	"I know there is a truce but yes, I am nervous.  You and Justin
were. . ."
	Britney raised her hand. "Sh. I have conceded. The best girl has
won."
	Peter camped it up, "That's girlfriend to you, Missy."
	Britney laughed. "Okay, girlfriend." Britney paused.  She looked up
into Peter`s face, "and are you mine?"
	Peter saw the truth in her words. "Okay, girlfriends."
	"Good. We need to talk. How about out there?"
	There was a door leading to an outdoor patio. It was an open area
without people around.
	"Sure."
	They stepped out into the air. Peter started to chuckle.
	"All those fairy tales when the newly met couple dance and then go
outside to be romantic and here I am with a woman. This is just not the way
I thought it would be."
	"I'll send Justin out later."
	"Nah, this is JC and Lance's night. We'll have our moment after."
Peter took a breath. "This isn't about Justin, is it?"
	"No, this is about you."
	"Me?"
	Britney looked very serious. "Yes, you are Justin's lover now. That
comes with some responsibility to his fans."
	"I don't want to come between Justin and his fans. I am very
contented to be. . ."
	"On the sidelines," Britney finished, "I know, but I don't approve
of what you are doing."
	Peter turned, "What does it have to do with you? Didn't you once
say I was bad for Justin's image?"
	"Justin's out now so you are a given, but you can still be bad for
Justin if you don't change."
	"Justin likes me the way I am."
	"Oh, don`t be so sure. In any case the fans want to see someone who
is worthy of Justin."
	"What?" Peter was starting to get mad. "Justin loves me the way I
am. I don't care what the fans think."
	"Well you should. I heard your radio interview. Peter, you're not
on the sidelines you're in the shadows and you don't deserve to be."
	This sent Peter's brain reeling. "What are you talking about?"
	"This thing with Welks, you down played your role in that. Peter,
you were at the core of what happened. You deserve the credit."
	Peter was trying to get his thoughts together. This turn in Britney
was confusing.
	"And I've done some other checking. Take for example your part with
the Wilson family. You helped both the son and the father come to grips
with being gay not to mention finding the son when he ran away. I also
found out about Kevin's depression and you finding the little girl's
stuffed rabbit."
	Peter began to feel embarrassed. "Who told you?"
	"NSYNC, of course then I checked in with Backstreet and John."
	"I'm sorry, Britney but why are you being so nice? I mean I know
you realized how much Justin cares for me when you saw him sobbing. This is
just too unexpected."
	Britney turned and stepped a bit away. "Peter, this was more than
me seeing Justin breakdown when you were in the coma. Maybe it was even
more than having Justin read me the riot act. I made up my mind that I was
to take care of Justin and see after his career if he wouldn't. I always
thought I could protect Justin. I even did everything I could to protect
Justin from you." Britney clutched her hands. "Then the subpoena came. I
didn't know it at the time but Welks wanted to use me to get to Justin. I
was completely in his power. For the first time I was a danger to Justin
and his career and there was nothing I could do about it. I have never felt
so helpless in my life. I realized then I couldn't protect Justin as well
as I thought. You and the lawyers protected Justin very well. Now I was the
danger. All the hazards to Justin's career I had ever feared from the
outside were now transferred to me." Britney`s hands fell to her side. "If
Justin hadn't come out I would have been forced to out him. Welks would
have won. In all my grand schemes of protecting Justin I would have been
the one who would have destroyed him and his career." Britney fell silent.
	Peter went over and placed a hand on Britney's shoulder.
	After a moment she continued. "Lately I did something I should have
done a long time ago. I found out about you. The things you've done since
you have been with NSYNC. I was forced to admit that I have been seeing you
more as a rival than a person. And there was one more big thing I had to do
that was very difficult." Britney turned and took Peter's hand. "Peter, you
are worthy of Justin. And everything that Justin has done after he met you
proves it." Britney smiled, "But you're no slouch in your own right. You
are so caring and helpful. Stop being so wishy-washy and take credit for
all you do. You mean so much to Justin and the others. You have a large
caring heart. Show the fans that. Show the fans the whole man that Justin
Timberlake fell in love with."
	"But I love just Justin."
	"Peter, Justin Timberlake comes with the deal. You have to deal
with that was well."
	Peter looked at the floor and nodded.
	"Show them what we all know. You are a man that even I have come to
respect."
	"You?"
	"Give me a break will you. I'm not that much of a bitch. Well, I
can be." "You were looking out for Justin."
	"I know, but my best judgment was blinded by my ambition. Although
nothing I could do could dent your armor."
	"That's not true. You had me black and blue a few times. You are a
very formidable woman."
	"You mean spoiled."
	"I don't believe that."
	Britney frowned, "See that is one maddening thing about you, you
are so fucking understanding." She lightly slapped Peter's
shoulder. "You're like those blow-up standing punching bags. You knock them
down and they pop up for more. You really made the battle no fun, I hope
you know. No claws or hair pulling. Now that is a fight."
	Peter shrugged, "What can I say, I'm a sissy boy. But there was
once that I thought you had won. That party with Justin showing so much
cleavage."
	Britney chuckled, "He looked so sexy."
	"Yes, he did. I'm sure you looked like the perfect couple."
	"I thought it was my greatest triumph," Britney looked down, "And
that is where I lost him. You took care of him when he was sick while I
stayed to party."
	"Well, celebrity never thinks about someone getting ill. It's
always perfect health, perfect clothes and perfect decorations."
	Britney suddenly looked up, "Peter, are you and Justin . . ?"
	"We have safe sex. Justin has now tested clean so we don't have to
bother anymore."
	Britney smiled.  "I'm glad. So now you can really feel one
another."
	Peter blushed, "Please, Britney, it can't be easy for you."
	"Like I said, the best person won. You may be even better for
Justin than I am, was. I was always pushing. I'd have probably pushed him
away for good."
	"But you meant well. You were just too impatient."
	"Meaning what?"
	"Look the next album JC and Justin are producing and
writing. Justin has never done that before. It's a new experience but he
will learn from it. Then maybe, who knows. As much as I'd like to think it,
NYSNC may not last forever." Peter turned to Britney. "With the experience
of producing this next album Justin may feel more confident if the other
guys weren't around for an album, if you see what I mean."
	Britney was shocked. "Then you agree with me about Justin going
solo?"
	"About the ends not the means." Peter turned around and looked at
the sky. "I'd like Justin to make that choice on his own when he is
ready. Sort of like his coming out. That surprised even me but he made that
decision." Peter turned back to Britney. "Do you see that? Justin will
succeed going solo only if he has the knowledge to do so. Right now he
doesn`t, but in time. He mustn`t be rushed into it."
	Britney nodded. "I was wrong. You do see what Justin can become."
	"When he is ready."
	"And what about you?"
	"Me?"
	Britney looked serious. "When you are involved in something like
the trial of Reverend Welks take the credit. Do it humbly if you have to,
but stop down playing it. You can't have the fan's thinking that Justin's
lover can't handle a little gratitude now and then. Be proud of the things
you have done and show them that."
	"But I don't want to be like Justin was and have people think that
I. . ."
	"Have an ego?!" Britney laughed. "Trust me, Peter, you can never
have an ego problem."
	Peter almost looked hurt.
	"It's against your very nature. Besides Justin would never allow
you to get that way." She brushed off imaginary dust Peter's
shoulder. "Show the fans you are proud of all you've done. Justin is."
	"I never thought of that. When I downplay my role to it must look
like I am sort of downplaying Justin's pride in me."
	"Exactly. Will you try?"
	"Yeah, for Justin and for you."
	"Me?"
	"You do look out for Justin and you are very close friends."
	Britney pressed up against Peter and kissed his cheek. She pulled
back. "Anything?"
	"Nope."
	"Damn. There goes the threesome idea."


	As Peter and Britney walked back into the pavilion Britney put her
arm around Peter.
	"I'm glad we worked things out."
	"Hold it."
	Peter and Britney looked up at the photographer. The flash went
off.
	"I want a copy of that one." Britney smiled.
	Peter nudged her. "For your dart board?"
	"Peter, stop that."
	Justin was passing and skidded to a stop, "Okay, why am I nervous
about this?"
	Britney laughed. "I'm not trying to steal him away. We've just
talked things over."
	"Yep," Peter smirked. "She buried the hatchet." He showed his back
to Justin. "You can't see the handle anymore can you?"
	Britney gave Peter a slight slap on the shoulder.
	"Okay, okay," Peter smiled, "We're officially girlfriends."
	"Well, I for one am very relieved." Justin kissed Britney's cheek.
	"Ahem," Peter glared at Justin.
	"And one for you too," He kissed Peter.
	"That's better."
	Chris walked by with his girlfriend in tow. "Come on. This is a
dance so dance."
	They followed Chris onto the dance floor.

	Howie walked up to the table where JC and Lance were sitting.
	He extended his hand. "I haven't been able to say
congratulations. I'm so happy for you two."
	Lance stood up, "A handshake? That will never due." He hugged
Howie. "That is much better."
	JC got up and hugged Howie. "Thanks for the warm wishes." JC
glanced at Lance waiting. He didn't have to wait long.
	"So how are you and Kevin doing?"
	"Fine, just fine."
	Lance frowned, "Just 'fine'?"
	"Well, it is compared to you two, out, engaged and now married? You
have us so beat."
	"You'll get there."
	Howie nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I know. It really is nice. Who
could knock being Kevin's lover and it is better than dating."
	Lance looked more worried.
	Howie noticed and laughed. "Okay, it's been wonderful and the sex
is so hot. Better?"
	Lance smiled, "Better. You do mean that?"
	"Yes," Howie chuckled. "It's been better than even I thought it
might be. We're a good match."
	Lance gave Howie a pat on the back, "Great, you certainly deserve
it."
	Just at that moment Kevin approached.
	"I was just greeting the happy couple." Howie explained.
	"Well, one of them at least," Kevin teased as he put his arm around
Howie. "Come on, I am not going to miss the opportunity to dance with you."
He turned to JC and Lance. "If you will excuse us?"
	Lance beamed, "Go right ahead. Enjoy yourselves."
	"But Kevin, they all will know we're a couple."
	"Nonsense, everybody is dancing with everybody. And if they do
guess big deal. There is no press here just friends. Unless you don't want
to?"
	"Of course, I do. I guess I am just nervous."
	"Come on," Kevin took Howie's hand, "I'll give you courage."
	They walked out to the dance floor.
	JC thought, "Four, three, two, one."
	"Do you think Howie and Kevin will get married?"
	JC smiled to himself. "As much as Peter and Justin."
	Lance wrinkled his nose. "Justin doesn't strike me as the marrying
kind."
	"Well, you asked. But if they had any kind of panache they would."
	"You had the good taste to ask me."
	"What can I say? You won me over I had to."
	They kissed.
	"Do you want to dance?"
	JC sighed, "Give me a minute."
	"Okay, but we should leave soon if we're going to get to the
airport."
	"I have everything under control. We'll have plenty of time."


	Nick Carter was watching the dancers when he spotted Peter and a
younger boy coming off the dance floor.
	"I'm sorry, Brian, this old fart has to sit down for a while. You
tire me out."
	"Fine, go and rest those old bones. I still have my dance on."
	"Go ahead, enjoy yourself."
	Brian disappeared back in the crowd of dancers. As Peter sat at a
table Nick came over.
	"Nick, nice to see you. How are you doing?"
	"Fine, just fine. A friend of yours?"
	"Yeah, Brian Wilson. I'm mentoring him."
	"Is that what they are calling it now? Justin doesn't mind you with
a younger man?"
	"He's dancing with the rest of them. Brian called his friends from
Galaxy. They're having a blast. Ah, you here with anybody?" Peter wiggled
his eyebrows.
	"Yeah, she's around somewhere.
	"She?"
	"I'm taking Hugh's advice and playing the field."
	"But with a female?" Peter joked.
	"It is one of my options, remember?"
	"It's not just because. . ."
	"Of what happened? Nah. I'm just doing what I know best. It's
simpler for now."
	"And you want to put Hugh into some mental distance?"
	"How do you know? I thought he only. . ."
	"He did. But I know Hugh and have heard stories. He must be very
thorough."
	Nick sighed, "He was, baby, he was."
	Peter laughed. "So you will be having a good night."
	"Not necessarily. I may say 'no' tonight."
	"Really, that is a change."
	"Just because I am Nick Carter doesn't mean I have sex with
everybody I date. I give them as much of me as I want to."
	"Good for you."
	"I just hope she understands."
	"Nick, you're a sex god. As a sex god you do have the power to
grant favors to whomever you wish. But I suppose you do have to worry about
the media."
	"Are you kidding? Girls who sleep with me don't run to the media
they run to their friends. Either way they no one believes them."
	"Then you are lucky."
	"Nick, you little bastard!"
	Peter looked up. AJ came over to the table,
	"You made such light of what happened yet you run to see Peter. I
knew you believed me."
	"I am just talking to Peter," Nick stressed, "And I haven't told
him anything."
	"Really?" AJ looked surprised. "Not even that someone was rummaging
through Brian's underwear and Peter could have been right. It could have
been John's secretary."
	"AJ, leave it, please!"
	Peter wanted to ask what happened but he didn't want to go against
Nick. AJ however was too excited.
	"We get back from rehearsing and there are all our gym bags on the
floor and guess who was the last person in the room. John's secretary."
	"AJ, this is pure speculation."
	"Well, Brian knew his gym bag has been rifled."
	"How?" Peter wished he hadn't said anything as Nick glared at him.
	"His underwear. It was all messed up."
	"Well, if the gym bags had fallen on the floor."
	"But someone must have put the clothes back badly in Brian's case."
	"Why?"
	AJ was smirking. Nick shook his head.
	"Go ahead and tell him."
	"Nick folds his underwear." He almost snickered.
	"So?"
	"In thirds?"
	Peter was beginning to agree with Nick. "I don't see what this has
to do with anything."
	"We all put our gym bags on the table. Somehow it got tipped over
and Brian's bag gets a royal going though. His clothes were all messed up."
	"It could have fallen over and the others didn`t." Peter was
unconvinced.  "Whoever put them back didn't know Brian's neatness."
	"When we were rehearsing John`s secretary was the last person we
saw close to that room."
	"What are you three talking about?" Justin asked as he approached
the table.
	"Brian's underwear." AJ smiled.
	"Enough of dancing?" Peter asked.
	Justin sighed and flopped down in a chair. "Those kids can wear a
person out."
	"About Brian's underwear," AJ added.
	There was a loud chord from the band.
	"Attention please. The happy couple are about to leave. Let's give
them a good send off."
	Nick was relieved.
	AJ was annoyed. "We'll have to talk about this later."
	"Are you still rehearsing?" Peter asked.
	"Yeah, for a few more days."
	"I have two phone interviews I have to do at John's. Maybe we can
arrange a time and I can hear about the details then."
	Joey and Chris came up. "Everyone outside. We have to see the happy
couple off. Well, drive off, I mean leave." Chris shook his head. "In the
right text every word is sort of sex related."
	They headed for the door.
	Nick took Peter aside. "You really don't have to do this. AJ's
imagination is playing up again."
	"Well, then talking about it might convince him otherwise."
	"But this is John's place. I can't think of someone stalking us."
	Peter took Nick's arm, "Then there is nothing to fear, is
there. Whomever it is, if there is a person that is they are probably
harmless. Just someone infatuated with you guys. I for one don't blame
them. Or it could just be a practical joke. You know one of the younger
groups."
	Nick thought for a while. "I never thought of that."
	"I didn't either, but with you and NSYNC under the same roof?"
	Nick chuckled. "A practical joke does seem like the answer."
	"Like you said this is John's place. No one else could get in. Not
on a regular basis."
	Nick sighed, "I am relieved."
	"Then you did believe AJ."
	Nick looked sheepish, "Somewhat, but of we can find out who is
behind this I am going to pay them back so bad."
	"Then I am so glad it is not me."
	Nick narrowed his eyes. "I'm not so sure about that, Pete."
	The cheering began to grow.
	"Lance and JC are leaving, hurry!"


	Lance entered their bedroom. JC followed.
	"Hurry up, JC, the limo is waiting."
	"He's loading the luggage."
	"That too." Lance pulled off his tux coat. "To think we're going on
our honeymoon." Lance removed his shirt. "I sorry, JC but I never would
have believed it." Lance sat on the bed and removed his shoes and
pants. "We're married. Well, sort of. When my sister got married I envied
her. Going off with the man she loved and having lots of hot passionate
sex." After removing his socks Lance stood up. "Now it's my turn."
	JC's arms closed around Lance from behind. Lance could feel JC's
skin warm against his.
	JC had undressed very quickly.
	Lance chuckled. "JC."
	JC kissed Lance's neck and back.
	He lightly slapped JC's hands. "Hand's off until later." Lance was
turned around.
	He was met with a passionate kiss from JC. JC's tongue pressed
against Lance's lips.
	Lance pushed back. "The chauffeur in waiting."
	JC turned Lance's hand over and kissed the palm. "That's his job."
	"We'll be late for our flight." Lance was grasping at straws. In
truth his heart was pounding.
	JC pulled Lance to him pressing hard against Lance's body.
	"JC, please." Lance caught JC's look.
	JC looked deep into Lance's eyes. "James." JC kissed Lance
again. "Husband."
	Lance saw the need in JC. What was more he felt the passion. Ever
since JC had proposed he had dreamt of this moment. Not the honeymoon but
this moment. Today they had made a vow, a spiritual vow. Now JC wanted to
seal that with a physical vow.  The physical covenant of their love for
each other. JC's passion was taking control. Lance saw it in JC's
eyes. Lance's passion began to match JC's.
	JC's lips parted. "Plea. . "
	Lance put his finger to JC's lips silencing him. "No begging,"
Lance smiled.  He put his hand on JC`s cheek. "I do this willingly,
husband." He kissed JC.
	The passion of JC's kiss was almost overwhelming. JC's hands were
every where caressing his lover. Lance couldn't remember JC in such a
state. In no time Lance's underwear was off then JC laid Lance back onto
the bed. Soon Lance felt his cock slip into JC's mouth and throat.
	JC's noises alone turned Lance on. It reminded him of someone who
hadn't eaten in a long time and then was shown a huge table of the most
delicious food.  JC was making the satisfying groans and moans of someone
wanting more. Someone who was enjoying pleasure pure and simple. Lance
looked up and saw JC looking up at him. Lance groaned happily and JC
doubled his effort.
	JC let everything that was pent up inside him loose. All day he had
wanted Lance so bad. This day was a celebration of the spiritual/ emotional
side of their relationship. How many times today did JC wish he could take
Lance aside and just ravish him? JC wanted Lance so bad. Never had sucking
Lance's cock felt so wonderful. JC wanted Lance to shoot down his
throat. He wanted to feel Lance deep inside of him. Oh, hell, he wanted to
feel Lance period.
	JC pressed as hard as he could against Lance's hard cock with his
lips and tongue. He wanted to get Lance off. He wanted to show Lance the
physical equivalent of everything they have vowed to today. JC took Lance
as deep into his mouth as he could. God, how he wanted Lance to shoot. He
wanted to taste Lance's love for him. JC swallowed Lance's cock again.
	If getting his cock sucked wasn't pleasure enough it was watching
JC doing it. JC's pink soft lips felt so good caressing Lance's sensitive
flesh but then there were JC's oh so blues eyes twinkling with delight at
the pleasure he was causing Lance.
	JC pulled back to suck on Lance's balls first one then he other. He
kneaded with his tongue. Lance moaned happily. Then JC ran his tongue up
the underside of the shaft, licked around the mushroom head before taking
Lance back into his throat. Damn, JC loved sucking Lance off especially
today. With all the emotions they had been through today JC had never felt
such a physical need for Lance. He wanted, no, he needed to gave Lance all
the pleasure he could give.
	Lance laid his head back on the bed and grasped at the sheets. JC
was making him feel so good.  Lance was so turned on by JC's passions that
he felt his climax getting close.
	"Josh?"
	JC didn't hear or didn't want to hear. He wanted to lead Lance to
the peak.
	Suddenly JC's rhythm on Lance's cock stuttered. JC's groans rose in
pitch. They grew into an almost falsetto "Hm, hm, hm, hm!"
	Lance didn't have to be told. JC was cumming.  JC was cumming while
sucking Lance off!
	"Oh, Josh!" The idea pushed Lance passed the edge. Lance's hips
pushed his cock deep into JC's mouth. His cock pumped it's cum into JC's
waiting throat.
	Two bodies shook and trembled. Slowly they relaxed. JC let Lance's
cock slip from his mouth.  He stood up and leaned down to kiss Lance. After
some minutes of the two tongue tango they parted.
	Lance ran his hand over JC's cheek. "You came while sucking me."
	JC smiled. "Now I know why it sets you off."
	"It's such a joy."
	JC's hand began to stroke Lance's cock. He wanted Lance to stay
hard. "Ready for more joy?" Lance could feel the lube on JC's hand. JC
wanted more.
	Lance just nodded.
	JC applied more lube to his asshole then straddled Lance. He
lowered himself down onto Lance.
	There was a little resistance then Lance felt his cock slide into
JC's warm tight insides.
	JC tipped his head back. "Oh, James, yes!"
	That name sent excitement racing through Lance.  He thrust back for
all he was worth. JC's head rolled about on his shoulders.  His eyes were
closed but his face flushed with pleasure.
	Just when Lance was about to say something to attract JC's
attention JC's eyes opened. They locked on Lance's. JC leaned down and
their lips pressed together.
	"Oh, lover!"
	"Husband," Lance corrected.
	JC took Lance into his arms. He lay his head was along side
Lance's.  "Hm, husband, don't stop. You feel so good." JC drew a breath as
a plunge of Lance's cock into him sent a surge of pleasure rushing through
JC's body.
	Lance relished JC in his arms. His body was so warm holding him so
close. Okay, and his cock was plunging so deep inside JC's wonderful tight
ass.
	They didn't say a word just ecstatic moans and groans. Lance forgot
about the chauffeur and the airport. JC was in his arms and they were
making love. This was all that he wanted. Well, okay, there was one other
thing that Lance began to want.
	After some time JC sat up still riding Lance's cock. His hard cock
slapped against Lance's stomach as JC bounced. Lance's cock seemed to reach
so deep inside of him. He had wanted so to feel this close to Lance all
day. But this would mean one other thing for Lance. As much as JC would
have loved to cum with Lance inside of him he had to think of
Lance. Besides they had plenty of time later. This moment had to be
meaningful for both of them.  One glance at Lance's face and he knew. Those
pleading green eyes never lied.
	Lance's mouth opened. JC's finger was at his lips.
	"No begging. I do this willingly." JC started to get off Lance.
	Lance's hands took JC's. "No lover, ah, husband, ah, JC," After a
moment of confusion Lance smiled. "No, Josh. This is your moment. See it
through."
	What JC had taken for Lance's pleading eyes was Lance realizing
that this was JC finishing what they had begun today.  As much as Lance
wanted to switch off he wouldn't do it. This meant so much to JC. JC needed
/wanted this connection.  Lance wanted this to end this way for JC.
	"But you like. . ." JC began.
	"I know what I like. We have days to do what I like. You
proposed. We're now married. You probably thought of this moment all
day. Enjoy it. It's my wedding gift to you. Do you like it?"
	JC leaned down and took Lance into his arms he held him as close as
he could. "James, I do love you so." JC sat up and winked, "Husband."
	Lance thrust up hard driving his cock deep in JC. JC shut his eyes
and gasped. His face flushed with pleasure. Lance was turned on all the
more watching JC in ecstasy and Lance was the cause.
	JC leaned back down and held Lance close. They kissed. They held
the kiss.
	Lucky for them the climb to the brink had already started to
happen. Otherwise they would have suffocated. JC finally pulled away. He
kept his face next to Lance's.
	Lance heard the sounds he knew so well. JC started stroking
himself.
	"Oh, oh, OH!"
	Lance felt JC tense up. His body went rigid then shook and
trembled. "Oh, James!"
	JC's ass clamped around Lance's cock as JC came. He could feel JC's
hot cum on his stomach. That was the end of Lance. One thrust of his hips
and Lance's came as well. JC's breath was hot on Lance's ear. His groaning
and moaning was loudly close. Lance pulled JC close to him. It was such a
wonderful sensation coming in your lover's arms.
	They lay together panting for some time. Then JC turned his head
and they kissed and kissed and kissed.
	"Ah, JC?" Lance finally managed to say.
	"Yes, lover?"
	"Our flight?"
	JC sat up. "Of course," He looked at the clock. "We still have
time."
	"Ah, Josh?"
	"Yes?"
	Lance smiled so warmly, "Thank you."
	JC put his hand on Lance's face. "No, thank you. I was going to
finish by doing you, you know."
	"I know, I appreciate it but not tonight."
	"You knew?"
	Lance smiled. "No astral stuff. I just knew this was your moment. I
can wait for mine."
	"I knew I loved you for a reason." JC stood up. "We need to get
ready. The chauffeur is waiting."
	"Like you said it is his job."
	JC kissed Lance, "Within limits."
	They got cleaned up and then dressed.

	"Boy, do I love you gay men."
	"What?" Lance asked the chauffeur.
	"I have done lots of weddings. I end up sitting hour after hour as
the honored couple has sex before they leave. That's what the honeymoon is
for, right?" He raised his hands, "But I am only the hired help. You at
least can wait for the honeymoon. I appreciate that."
	JC squeezed Lance's knee.
	"Oh, and don't feel constrained. I am very liberal. Kiss away if
you want to. I'm not looking."
	Lance looked eager.
	JC whispered. "There may be a camera."
	Lance settled for lying close to JC. "Well, at least our photos
will be out there not anyone else's."
	"I still think we should have let the guys and Peter choose. The
photos will be back from the photographer before we will."
	"Oh, no, JC, it was our service. I want only the best photos to be
posted for our fans."
	"Okay, but they will have to wait."
	Lance grinned. "I am sure they can." Lance sighed. "Honeymoon here
we come."


	End Part 59

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