Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2007 22:32:46 -0400
From: pete1211@aol.com
Subject: Lance JC and Astral Fan Part 67 Boybands

	This work is pure fiction. Not a bit of it is true to life. (That's
why everyone is monogamous and happy and the homophobes lose out. (Sorry,
I've had a bad day.))I do not know the private lives of NSYNC (but would
have if it wasn't for that blasted restraining order. (Kidding!)) We all
know Lance is gay in real life but the others being gay. . . fiction! (We
can still hope. Well, Joey's wife and kids probably are not.) There will be
descriptions of gay sex so if you are underage, a prude or just hate
reading about someone else getting lucky stop reading now. Otherwise, on we
go!



	Lance heard the thumping and banging through the bathroom door. He
knocked lightly.
	"JC?"
	Nothing. He opened the door and peeked in.
	"JC, you okay?"
	JC closed the medicine cabinet with a bang.
	"John's out of goddamn aspirin!"
	Lance entered the bathroom and closed the door. "I'm sure we can
find some somewhere. And I'd watch the mirror, you don't want seven years
bad luck."
	"It will be an improvement."
	"Sit down, let me see what I can do about your headache."
	"Besides shooting Chris?" JC closed the lid and sat down on the
toilet.
	"Now, JC, you don't mean that." Lance started massaging JC's
temples.
	"No, I'd have the Humane Society on my back. Maybe just a whack
across the knuckles with a ruler."
	"Chris is just voicing his opinion and he does that with jokes. You
know that."
	"Believe me I know that. But between take after take and his little
asides I'm just getting tired of it. Recording is stressful enough without
that."
	"Could it be he's striking too close to the nerve? This is one of
the songs you worked on."
	JC gaped, "And you think I can't take a little constructive
criticism?"
	"Turn around."
	JC moved and sat sideways.
	Lance's hands moved to JC's neck and shoulders, "What Chris was
doing wasn't constructive criticism. He just likes to tease. You weren't
laughing at his jokes so he cranked them up. He didn't know he was getting
you angry."
	"He does now."
	"We all know now."
	"Okay, maybe I shouldn't have stormed out but it just got to me. I
worked my butt off to make the song just right and he makes cracks."
	"We're all under a lot of pressure and Chris was trying to help
relieve it. He just went too far." Lance paused, "JC, I wasn't inspiration
for that song, was I?"
	JC patted Lance's hand on his shoulder. "You're inspiration for all
of my love songs."
	"So Chris joking about the song could have been taken as joking
about us or me?"
	JC sighed, "I guess you're right.  Either way I was taking his
jokes way too personal."
	"I could see how you could."
	"I should apologize."
	"You're not the only one who should."
	JC turned around and wrapped his arms around Lance's waist. "You're
biased."
	"No, he pushed you too far. You're not the easiest person to get
mad you know."
	JC smiled, "I try hard not to."
	"I love that about you." Lance leaned down for a kiss. "We should
find that aspirin."
	"My headache is better now thanks to you." JC stood up.
	Lance quickly pulled JC to him. "Glad to have helped. Now if you
really want to feel better." Lance smiled, "We are in John's bathroom and I
seem to remember I owe you a little lip service."
	"Tempting, Lance but after all I've said about being professional I
don't think we should."
	"But I not a practicing homosexual I AM a professional. You should
know that."
	"And everyone else will know, too. They're probably waiting right
outside that door."
	"I thought I was the worrier."
	There was a knock on the door.
	Joey's voice came through the door, "Ah, there are people out here
who want to make proper use of the bathroom, please."
	They opened the door and stepped out. Everyone was standing there
including John and Peter.
	"Sorry, this can't wait," Joey hurried into the bathroom, "Talk
loud, Chris." Joey shut the door.
	The two of them turned to Chris with a puzzled look on their faces.
	Chris kicked at the floor, "I'm sorry, JC. I was baiting you. I
went too far. I know writing music is hard work and I really do like the
song. I forgot how close to it you are."
	"That's alright, Chris. I took the jokes way too personal."
	"And 'Selfish' would not sound better in a polka tempo."
	"Now that I won't forgive you for."
	Chris looked up surprised but JC smiled as he opened his arms.
	"Come 'ere."
	They hugged.
	John gave a sigh of relief. "Well, now that that's over," He looked
at his watch, "I hate to be a slave driver but I have to be."
	Justin said, "As soon as Joey is out of there we're out of here."
	John added, "And I'd like to have a word with you once your done
tonight if it's not too late."
	"Can't we just take time now?" Chris asked.
	"I'm paying for technicians and studio time. This can wait until
the money's not coming out of my wallet."
	Joey came out of the bathroom.
	"Did you wash your hands?" Chris teased.
	"No." Joey put his hands on Chris's face.
	"Ah, antibiotic!" Chris headed for the bathroom but Joey grabbed
his arm.
	"Kidding. My mom taught me well. Besides, we're being professional,
remember?" Joey winked at JC.
	JC raised his hands, "Okay, okay, I've said that too much in the
last few days. I'll lighten up."
	"Ahem," John tapped his watch.
	"Come on, guys." Chris gestured them on. "Those pyramids won't
build themselves." He bowed low as he filed passed John. The rest of them
followed Chris's example.
	"Oh, mighty Pharaoh." Justin said as he bowed with his arms out in
front of him.
	Lance bowed last, "We'll get the last laugh. Just wait until you
meet a fellow named Moses."
	That started Chris singing. "Let my people go."
	Soon everyone joined, "Go down, Moses, way down to Egypt's
land. Tell old Pharaoh, let my people go." They left.
	John sighed, "Well at least they're singing." He turned to Peter,
"How are you coping with your new digs?"
	"Justin's folks are great and they're not around as much as I
thought they'd be. They keep to their side of the house mostly."
	"And thanks for not tiring Justin out too much." John winked, "It
is appreciated."
	Peter grinned, "Hey, if Justin gets enough sleep it's a perk for
me, too." Peter's curiosity was driving him crazy. He finally had to ask,
"Ah, John, I know this isn't my business so you don't have to answer this
but about Wade's behavior."
	"I'm sure he wouldn't mind. His file says 'lapse in professional
judgment' nothing more serious than that. He insisted on something stronger
but the idea was vetoed by a large majority." John smiled, "So I listened
to them."
	"Well, he did lock the door."
	"But there was a key, I remember. We can't have people having sex
around here, you know."
	Peter couldn't help but blush.
	"Well, I don't have to know about it. And as long as it's not
costing me money."
	Peter could see by John's aura he was troubled about something.
	"Well, I guess I should go cheer Justin on," he paused, "If there's
nothing else."
	John frowned, "You always know, don't you? I should know better."
	"You don't have to tell me."
	"No, it's telling them that's going to be hard."
	Peter waited.
	"Okay, let me try it out on you first."
	"Shoot."
	John took a deep breath, "Publicity doesn't want NSYNC at the Gay
Pride Festival."
	Peter was shocked, "What? But why? JC and Lance are so looking
forward to it."
	"They're afraid it will be too much of a 'in your face' type of
thing for the fans."
	"Oh, so it's okay for NSYNC to visit gay charities and gay bars but
no celebrating it in public?"
	"It's stupid, I know."
	"How about hypocritical?"
	"That I think is rather harsh."
	"A publicity department against publicity."
	"They just think you guys will be flaunting it."
	"Do you have a picture of your wife and kids on your desk? Have you
ever held hands in public or had a quick kiss? This is our chance to have a
little freedom in public."
	"That's also what they are against you guys seen kissing each
other." John raised his hand, "Now before you say it this is not just JC
and Lance. All of NSYNC will be there. It is a sort of stage performance."
	"Easily solved, no lip-lock in public. I'm sure we'll all agree. It
is NSYNC's public image after all. Next objection?"
	"They say it's like favoritism. NSYNC showing up a one festival and
a gay one at that."
	Peter shrugged, "So have NSYNC attend other parades and
festivals. There must be plenty around. That way the Gay Pride Festival is
just one of many. And don't forget, you have an album to promote. The more
publicity the better." Peter leaned close, "Gays buy albums to, you know."
	John grinned, "Thank you, Peter. That is a wonderful idea. NSYNC
may be a little mad at you increasing their appearance schedule but I know
JC and Lance have their hearts set on the Gay Pride Festival."
	"You were just worried because you knew how disappointed the guys
would be. You weren't looking for ways around your problem."
	"Don't worry, Peter you don't have to stroke my ego. Now at least I
can go back to publicity and forget about telling NSYNC."
	"Will the idea fly?"
	"I'll make it fly even if I have to tie it to a 747." John gave
Peter's shoulder a squeeze. "Damn, you're good." John walked off.
	Peter sighed, "Justin used to say that. Now he just says it in his
sleep." Peter shook his head then headed for the recording studio.


	A dark and sinister gloom filled the boardroom. The people around
the table sat still and in dread. They glanced at the back on the leather
chair at the head of the table.
	"Gentlemen, if you think we are defeated we are not. This is a set
back only. God will still answer our prayers but we have only a few
months. I will feel better at the trial if our goal has been reached."
	The door opened and a woman sheepishly entered. She reached out her
hand with a piece of paper in it.
	"This had better be worth the interruption." A hand snatched the
paper from her. She left the room not bothering to wait to find out if it
was or not.
	There was silence for a while then a soft chuckle. It grew quickly
into laughter and then almost maniacal laughter.
	The people glanced at each other in alarm. Had he finally gone mad?
	"Heaven be praised! God has answered our prayers at last! And this
time there will be no more mistakes. I'm taking charge of this myself!"
	The chair spun around. A hand slammed on the table. Everyone
jumped.
	"God be praised. We have them. Our enemies have got too cocky for
their own good." He pushed the paper across the table.
	"NSYNC are Grand Marshals of the Orlando Gay Pride Festival," He
almost sneered the last three words. "How many good American families are
going to like them for that? Get this news out right away." The Chairman
broke into laughter. "At last we have them!!"


	"Peter?"
	Peter opened his eyes to see Justin's anxious face. Peter sat
up. How had he got on the floor? He tried to clear his mind. The dark dread
was slowly clearing but he was still dizzy.
	"John, where's John."
	"Right here, Peter"
	John's face swam into Peter's view.
	Peter grabbed John's arm, "They're at it again."
	"The Religious Right?"
	Peter nodded, "But this times it's worse. They have something."
	John nodded, "And I can guess what. Don't worry, I'm on it."


	"And you trust this Peter?" It was the new guy.
	John answered, "With my life. There's no going back now so it's
time for plan B."
	"What plan B?"
	"You're publicity, that's what I pay you for but work fast. Our
enemies are already on the move."


	There were clips of drag queens, leather men and of half naked men
& women gyrating to the music then a clip of children on the curb watching.
	"This annual display of depravity is what NSYNC is now willing to
attach their name to." The Chairman's face filled the TV screen. "This
group of decent individuals has strayed from the golden path. They have
chose to flaunt their deviant lifestyle by agreeing to be Grand Marshals of
this year's show of this moral disarray. We are all shocked and dismayed
that this is happening. I guess NSYNC is showing it's true colors in
promoting the gay agenda to our impressionable young people."
	"Turn it off," Joey snapped.
	John hit the remote and the TV went black. "That was from last
night's broadcast. They put that together in less than a day."
	"Put together?" Peter sneered, "They probably have already set up
footage that they can use at a moment's notice. It's probably the same
films they use over and over."
	"What a bunch of. . ."
	"Watch it, Chris," Joey warned.
	"Propaganda. Those clips aren't even from a Orlando Gay Pride
Parade."
	John replied, "They never said they were. Believe me, our lawyers
are keeping their eyes open. And it was a good thing I brought Peter's
ideas up to publicity. We have it on record that going to other parades was
our idea before the news broke."
	Chris looked at the copies of the tabloids on the table with
headlines like "NSYNC goes totally Gay." "Boyband goes Boys in the Band."
	"What is so bad about NSYNC going to a Gay Pride Parade?"
	"Like I said, Chris, they just think that four of you are flaunting
it. It's like they are tarnishing the good name of NSYNC."
	"That's bull. . ."
	John raised a warning eyebrow.
	". . .loney, Chris finished. "It is their time to flaunt it. They
can't any other time."
	Lance began, "I agree with Peter about the no kissing."
	"But you should kiss," Chris protested. "Every gay fan and lots of
the female ones will expect you to."
	"How do you know that, Chris?" John asked.
	"The internet slash stories. They have NSYNC in lip lock in every
combination. Besides, it's the only time that people really allow it."
	Joey shrugged, "We could poll the fans. Have a 'yay' or 'nay' vote
on the website."
	Chris rolled his eyes, "That's a daft idea. Even if the 'yays' were
the majority, you'll just make the nays angry like their opinion didn't
really count."
	John signed, "I hate to say this but I agree with Chris."
	"All right. Hey!"
	"Besides the nay votes would be biased. The enemy has their own
people logged in as NSYNC fans and they think we are dumb enough not to
notice."
	"Well," Joey said, "Why don't we just tell our fans in black and
white why we want to go? Well, first we were asked."
	"That's the response publicity is using. The Pride Committee came
to NSYNC. It's helping."
	Justin said, "There must be something else we can do to fight
back."
	"Sweet Jesus!"
	John looked surprised, "Lance?"
	Lance sighed, "I am so tired of fighting. Look, we got asked to be
Grand Marshals and we are going to be Grand Marshals. Leave it at
that. Even if we went in straight jackets so we could even hug each other
they'll find something to turn against us so why bother?"
	JC nodded, "If I am going to be condemned let it be for who I
really am. We try to be always ourselves and I am not going to let a group
of pious, righteous bigots change that now."
	There were a few sheepish looks.
	"I agree with JC," Chris said softly. "These guys are getting into
our heads which is what they want to do. Let's just go and be ourselves."
	John sat back, "So be it. What about publicity?"
	"Any negative rumors they can still respond to otherwise just they
them talk."
	"The cold shoulder treatment?" Joey asked.
	"No, the 'it's not even worth the effort answering that'
treatment." JC said.
	Chris smiled, "They throw out rumors and we ignore them. That
should really frost them."
	"Okay," John meshed his fingers. "We'll try it your way."


	The living room was dark. Justin could barely make out Peter
sitting on the couch.
	"Are you mad at me?"
	"Oh, no, Justin. I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you."
	"Well, you did," Justin walked over and sat down next to Peter. He
took Peter's hand, "I missed you. And if you can't sleep we both know a
sure fire cure."
	"You were asleep and you need your rest."
	"I also need to keep my lover happy." Justin patted Peter's
knee. "Come on. After I'm done you'll be asleep in no time."
	"Please, Justin, it won't help this time."
	"Why?"
	"Too much on my mind, I guess."
	"And what is so taxing that me getting you off won't get your mind
off?"
	"I have to find a way out of this but I can't think of one. I have
to fix this."
	"Hey, I thought I was the one with the ego. Since when do you do
all the fixing around here?"
	"But everyone is depending on me."
	"We are also depending on John and his staff. It's what we pay them
to do. You want to put them out of a job?"
	"But Justin I can do other things."
	"Don't I know it, although it's has been a few days. I'm sorry
about that."
	"I don't mean the sex. I have an edge we should use it."
	"And if John comes up with a plan he'll ask you. Just forget it for
now."
	"How can I? You're under attack again."
	"We'll get through this."
	"But I want to help."
	"You are helping. You're staying by my side showing you're support
and your love. That helps me more than you projecting. The guys appreciate
that too."
	"But Justin. . ."
	"Okay, if you want my butt you can have it. I though just a blow
job would do it."
	There was an edge to Peter's voice, "Justin, how can you joke at a
time like this."
	"Because fretting about it will get us no where. Besides if the
Religious Right knew we were having sex instead of worrying they'd get so
pissed."
	"How can you even think about sex?"
	Justin moved closer, "Because it's been a few days and my lover
needs my help." Justin's hand found Peter's crotch. "You should be horny as
hell."
	Pete pushed Justin away, "Please don't."
	Justin turned away angry, "Okay, that's it. I'm talking to John. I
need a day off to spend with you."
	"But it will cost him so much money. Plus the fans are waiting for
the album."
	"So I'll disappoint John and the fans? Then what about me?" Justin
moved close again. His hand rubbed up Peter's thigh.
	"But what about the Religious Right?"
	Justin found Peter's crotch again. "They want to get us
worried. Don't' play into their hands," Justin leaned close and whispered
into Peter's ear, "Play into mine."
	"Justin, I don't think. . ."
	"Sh, don't think. Just enjoy."
	Justin slid to his knees in front of Peter. In no time Justin
finally got Peter distracted from his worries.
	"Oh, god yes! Oh, Justin!!"


	Twenty minutes later Peter was sound asleep with a smile on his
face.  Justin leaned over and kissed his cheek. Justin laid back.
	"Now that is more fun than taking a sleeping pill."
	With his lover happy again, at least for the moment, Justin closed
his eyes and drifted off to sleep.


	Wade glanced in the mirror and adjusted his collar for the
thousandth time. He wanted to look his best. Maybe he should wear some
cologne? Nah, it might seem like he was pushing it. Well, he was. He was so
hoping that this would be the night Nick would finally give in. Wade wanted
to have sex with Nick so bad. The kissing and fondling was great but it had
been three dates. Wade was more than ready. It wasn't just that Wade wanted
to know what it felt like he wanted to be nice to Nick. That one feeling
that the alcohol had released and sent Wade to Nick's house that fateful
night Wade was now comfortable with and reveled in. He wished to make love
to Nick. His whole body ached for Nick.
	But what if Nick still wanted to wait? Wade could excuse himself
and come back naked. Nah, way too obvious. "I'm the dessert"? Nope, too
cliché. "Fuck me, Nick." Really romantic. He must think of something as a
back-up plan.
	At that moment the doorbell rang. Wade wiped his sweaty hands on
his pants and answered the door.
	"Hi, sexy," Nick kissed Wade's cheek. He handed Wade a bottle of
wine.
	"This is our fourth date could you aim one a little more left?"
	Nick smiled and gave Wade a peck on the lips. "Better?"
	"Yeah." Wade silently hoped the whole night would be keep getting
better.


	"I still can't believe John would have kept us from the Pride
Festival," Lance snapped. "After all it is our life."
	JC sighed. He wished Lance would just drop it, "Publicity was just
worried about NSYNC's reputation not ours. We are all appearing together."
	"But it's not the same. Joey and Chris were asked just to be
polite. I don't consider it as an official NSYNC appearance."
	JC thought for a moment, "You know you might just have something
there. If we make an announcement that this is just us being there as
civilians, as it were, and not an NSYNC appearance maybe that will make
some of the objections go away."
	Lance frowned, "They'll just say we're mincing words."
	"Why not? They are."
	"I thought we were going to ignore them."
	"This has nothing to do with them. This has to do with our
fans. Like Joey said give it to them in black and white why we are doing
this. That way they will hear it from us rather than rumor."
	Lance smiled. He took JC's arm, "Like our coming out."
	"Right."
	"Do you think John will buy it?"
	"We can try."
	Lance nestled close, "It's too bad we can't kiss. It would have
been like Peter's church a thousand times over."
	JC tapped Lance's nose, "I'm working on that. It's too important
for people to see how much we love each other and how proud we are of being
gay even if some people might object. You never know it might just broaden
their minds."
	Lance leaned close, "I knew there was a reason I love you so much."
	They kissed.



	Wade had made great progress. He was one hell of a good
kisser. Well, according to Nick's book and that was saying something. But
slowly the slight hesitation Wade had before he and Nick kissed or cuddled
was gone. Wade was very at ease with Nick now. He'd even asked to Nick kiss
him on the lips when he arrived. Nick had hated to wait but he wanted to
make sure Wade was comfortable enough.
	Nick pulled back from the kissing. Wade looked worried.
	"Something wrong?"
	Nick smiled, "No, not in the slightest. In fact everything is
perfect. I think it's time." Nick got off the couch.
	"For what?" Wade asked hoping beyond hope.
	"I have a favor to repay, remember?" He took a few steps away.
	"How can I forget?"
	Nick began unbuttoning his shirt, "I've been waiting to repay this
debt but I think the interest rate is getting too high."
	"You're damn right," Wade thought. He watched with much excitement
as Nick took off his shirt.
	"Clothes can be so confining. Don't you think?"
	Wade didn't say anything. His eyes were locked on Nick's bare
chest.
	Nick smiled. He was going to play this strip tease for all it's
worth. Slowly and teasingly Nick took off his shoes and socks then his
pants.
	Wade licked his lips. His heart was pounding and his pants were
straining at the crotch.
	Nick turned away from Wade and slowly pulled down his underwear. He
could almost feel Wade staring at his butt. After he removed his underwear
and dropped them to the floor he slowly turned back to face Wade. He
watched Wade's eyes rake him up and down.
	Wade had seen Nick swimming before but never this close and never
naked.
	"Nick, you're so beautiful."
	"ReallY?" Nick turned his body striking hopefully sexy poses, "you
like it?"
	"I could almost pop right now."
	"Hey, none of that." Nick moved to where Wade sat. He helped Wade
to his feet. "No one rushes Nick Carter. He always saves the best for the
big finish."
	He began helping Wade undress.
	Wade's heart was beating fast. Sex with Nick at last! He managed to
get a few kisses in as his clothes came off.
	When they were both naked Nick stood back.
	"Wade, you're no slouch yourself. All that dancing paid off."
	Wade's hard-on stood up tall and proud. That removed any doubt from
Nick's mind about if Wade was ready for this. He was more than ready.
	"So that's what you've been hiding in your dance belt." Nick had
Wade sit back down and he knelt in front of Wade.
	Wade gasped as Nick's hand closed around his cock.
	"And who said paybacks were a bitch?" Nick took Wades cock into his
mouth.
	"Oh, fuck!"
	Nick pulled off, "Maybe later."
	"Really?"
	Nick grinned at Wade's surprise and excitement.
	"Once I get started I am hard to stop." Nick smiled at his joke.
	"Nick?"
	Nick saw the want in Wade's face. With agonizing slowness Nick
lowered his head and took Wade's cock back into his mouth. He felt Wade's
whole body shudder. Nick set to work. He'd make sure this was the best
blowjob Wade ever got.
	Nick's tongue and lips hit all the right spots. Wade was soon
moaning with joy. He couldn't believe it. Nick was sucking his cock! And
doing very well at it too. They were right. Men do give the best blowjobs
since they know what it feels like. It was almost too much for Wade. Just
the idea of doing this with Nick and with how good Nick was doing it.
	Wade opened his eyes and looked down. Nick didn't break his rhythm
but looked up at Wade. That look caused a rush of feelings in Wade. He
tapped Nick's shoulder and Nick pulled off. He moved up so they could kiss.
	"You keep that up and I'll pop real soon."
	Nick just grinned. "Short but sweet?"
	"Oh, yes!"
	Nick kissed Wade again, "Good, I have some heavy interest to
repay." He started back down.
	"Nick?"
	He looked up.
	"This is great and all but would you mind. . . It is payback
but. . . Well, now that I know what I am doing and well, now that I am in a
state to enjoy what I am doing. . ."
	Nick smiled. "The old seventy minus one? Sure."
	He lay out on the floor. Wade lay down the other direction. Nick's
cock stood erect in front of him. He licked his lips. He was really going
to enjoy this and he was going to make sure Nick did too.
	"A blowjob shared is a blowjob doubled."
	"Ah, Nick? Use your mouth for something better than lame sayings."
	Nick suppressed a chuckle and plunged back onto Wade's cock. Nick
moaned as he felt Wade's warm mouth close around his own cock. Soon the two
were sucking each other with great enthusiasm.
	Wade tried to match every pleasure that Nick gave to him but then
listened to Nick's moans. With every moan Wade repeated what he had done
before. Pressing his tongue under the head of Nick's cock got a louder
moan. Good, Wade was learning what Nick liked.
	Nick had to admit Wade was a fast learner. Nick groaned as Wade's
lips caressed up and down his length. It was feeling so good. It was worth
the wait.
	Wade tried to keep his passions down but it was just no use.  Not
after all the time he had to wait.
	"Nick, I'm getting close."
	Nick pulled off, "So am I."
	To Wade's surprise Nick sat up.
	"Let's do it together." Nick sat against the couch stroking his
cock.
	Wade wanted to question this but the idea of seeing Nick shoot was
too tempting. Wade soon sat next to Nick. He noticed Nick was watching him
closely as his stroked his cock.
	"I've never been in a circle jerk before."
	Nick chuckled, "Not much of a circle and I'll try not to take that
'jerk' part personally."
	"Nick, I didn't mean. . ."
	"I know. Cum for me, Wade. Let me see it."
	Wade didn't have to be told twice. With a few more strokes Wade
gave a soft groan and white splattered onto his stomach.
	"That is so hot. Wade, I'm . . . Shit!" Nick sprayed his own body
with white.
	They lay there panting for a bit then kissed for some time.
	"I'll get a towel." Wade stood up.
	"Let's take this to the bedroom. I want no rug burns on your first
time."
	As soon as they were cleaned up they kissed again. Nick ran his
hands over Wade's body.
	"Now for act two." Nick quickly swallowed Wade again.
	It wasn't long before Wade was hard again. Then Nick took and
opened a condom and unrolled on Wade's cock. The lube soon followed.
	"But Nick, I. . ."
	"Now, now," Nick chided. "You're the host. You must do your best to
keep your guest happy."
	Nick lowered himself onto Wade's hardon. It took a bit but soon it
slipped into Nick. He began bouncing.
	Wade couldn't believe it. He was fucking Nick and it felt great.
	"You like that?"
	"Oh, yes, Nick."
	"Nice and tight isn't it?"
	"Yeah, Nick. You feel so good."
	"So do you." Nick leaned down so they could kiss. He pulled back
and whispered in Wade's ear, "Fuck me."
	Wade thrust back meeting Nick as he bounced. Nick's closed his eyes
and tilted his head.
	"Damn, you learn fast. You're fucking me good."
	Wade bit his lip. It was feeling almost too good. He wanted this to
last but seeing his cock slip in and out of Nick's beautiful ass was so
hot! Wade ran his hands up Nick's torso. He rubbed hard on the nipples.
	"Pinch 'em." Nick smiled at Wade's surprised look. "Don't just rub
them, pinch 'em."
	Wade did as he was asked.
	Nick closed his eyes and moaned, "That's right. Damn, that feels
great."
	The minutes ticked by with Wade torn between enjoying fucking Nick
and wanting to be fucked himself. After a few more minutes Wade couldn't
wait anymore.
	"Does it really feel good?"
	Nick smiled down at Wade, "Do you think all these centuries guys
would be taking it up the ass if it didn't?"
	"Nick, I. . ."
	Nick leaned down and kissed Wade, "I think I have hogged all the
fun too long." He lay down next to Wade still kissing.
	As Nick grabbed the lube and the condoms Wade said, "I'm afraid I
won't be able to do it. It will hurt too much."
	Again that Carter smile, "Don't worry, you're in good hands. I'd
never do anything to hurt you. Just relax. I'll get you ready."
	Nick took his time working the lube into Wade and then inserting
one finger then two. There was rimming but that might be too extreme for
Wade yet.
	Nick caressed Wade's body as he slowly worked his fingers in and
out of Wade. Wade was soon moaning.
	"That does feel sort of good."
	"How about now?" Nick raked his fingers over Wade's prostate.
	"Oh, god. Right there." Wade groaned. He was getting used to the
strange new feeling.
	After a few more minutes Nick judged the time and Wade ass was
right.
	Wade's heart was pounding as Nick put on the condom. This was
finally going to happen.
	"Wade, relax. I just got you nice and loose."
	Wade rolled onto his stomach. "Sorry, I am new at this."
	"Not for long. Wade, on your back would be better."
	Wade rolled onto his back. He raised his legs trying to take deep
breaths. Nick was going to fuck him at last!
	Nick positioned himself between Wade's legs. "See this is better."
	Wade looked up into Nick's eyes.
	"Can you see the trust?"
	Wade nodded.
	"Good, just relax. Here it comes." Nick pressed into Wade.
	Wade almost panicked. It started to hurt.
	"It hurts a bit at first but it will go away. Trust me."
	Then the resistance stopped and Nick pushed freely into Wade's
ass. Slowly he pulled back then back in again.
	"You, okay?"
	"It's different but not too bad. The pains easing."
	"I told you."
	Suddenly at full thrust Wade felt a wave of pleasure. "Oh, Nick."
	Nick smiled. "Better yet?"
	"Yes."
	Nick leaned down so they could kiss.
	As he pulled back, "Keep going."
	Nick didn't have to be told twice.
	Soon Wade was giving little 'ohs'. Nick sped up his thrusting. The
'ohs' turned to whimpers.
	Nick caressed Wade's chest and rubbed the nipples.
	"Oh, Nick, yes."
	Good, Wade was enjoying himself. Nick smiled at the look of
surprised pleasure on Wade's face.
	Wade caught that smile. Being fucked felt wonderful.
	After another bout of kissing Wade grinned, "Fuck me, Nick." He
waited.
	Nick smiled back and thrust faster into Wade.
	"Do you like my ass?"
	"Yeah, it's nice and tight."
	"That's because it`s a virgin ass."
	Nick grinned, "Not anymore."
	Wade gave over to the pleasure and the lust, "Fuck my tight virgin
ass. Fuck me, Nick! Fuck me hard!"
	There was no more worry of pain. Nick gave Wade all he was
worth. Their bodies slapped together. Nick raised Wade's hips up so he
could have maxim thrust and penetration.
	"Oh, fuck! That's great, don't stop!"
	It was feeling so great. Better than Wade ever knew it would. It
was sort of strange but nice. Then Wade looked up and saw Nick's face and
his eyes. Nick was enjoying this, him. Wade's body was giving Nick as much
pleasure and Wade was getting the same from Nick. The love that Wade tried
to hide and was so scared of burst into full bloom. He was making love with
the man that hope beyond hope was returning that love.  The last ruminates
of Wade's fear of being gay washed away. He pulled Nick close so he could
kiss Nick, the man Wade loved.
	Nick saw Wade's face blush with pleasure. Now Wade knew what it
felt like to make love with another man. Nick mentally paused.  Make love?
Yes, he had to admit it. All through this crisis Nick had realized that not
only was he helping Wade, he loved him. The look in Wade's eyes told him
that him what he already knew. Wade had feeling for him too. Nick thrust
back into Wade. This was not only a turning point for Wade. It was a
turning point for them.
	Wade grabbed his cock and starting stroking himself. He closed his
eyes and whimpered louder. The stirrings started.
	"Oh, my god, I'm getting close."
	"Shoot it, Wade. Pop your load."
	Wade's mouth fell open. He face blushed. His whole body tensed up.
	"I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum while being fucked!
I'm. . . Oh, Nick!!!"
	Wade's body almost bent double. Nick sat up so they wouldn't bang
heads. Wade's cock exploded splattering over his chest and stomach. He
trembled and shook on the bed. Nick's cock hit the right spot and another
surge of pleasure washed through Wade's body.
	"Fuck!" Still his cock shot volley after volley.
	"Damn, Wade."
	Finally slowly Wade relaxed.
	"Fuck." Wade lay back spent.  Then his body told him the Nick was
still busy. "Sorry."
	Nick smiled, but Wade's climax only pushed Nick closer to the
inevitable.
	"I'm going to cum."
	Wade looked up at the most wonderful of expressions from Nick. His
face blushed and the veins stuck out in his neck but Wade knew it was
because of him.
	"Gawd!" One last hard thrust into Wade and Nick came.
	Wade pulled Nick close.  He was still trembling and shaking but
Wade wanted to hold Nick so bad. Nick's hot breath panting on Wade's neck
was so much of a turn on.
	Slowly Nick relaxed. He kissed Wade passionately.
	After they parted Nick flopped down along side Wade.
	"You're quite the stud. I thought you'd never stop cumming." After
a time, "Any questions?"
	"Yeah," Wade's fingers ran up and down Nick's chest. "Any chance of
an encore?"
	Nick grinned, "Give me a few minutes." Then he asked, "Everything?"
	Wade sighed, "You bet."
	Nick lay back, "Damn, I should have got more rest," he thought.


	The Chairman slammed his fist to the table, "No comment! What do
they mean 'no comment'?"
	"That's what NSYNC's people said," the man paused. Better tell the
truth, "Well, what they really said was "Not worthy of comment."
	"What?! Do they think this is some type of a joke? I'm accusing
them of caving in to the Gay Agenda and they say it's not worthy of
commenting on?"
	"That's their official statement to the press."
	"That does it! If they think they can just ignore me they are
sorely mistaken. I am going to be so in their face they'll have to deal
with me. I'm going to Orlando."
	The people around the table gaped at the Chairman.
	"I am going to accuse NSYNC face to face in front of the media
yet. This will be their downfall for sure."
	"But they'd be foolish to face you."
	"And they'd be foolish not to. I have them either way. This whole
thing has to be brought to a swift conclusion so I am forcing their
hand. God's wrath will be terrible. Praise God!"
	"Praise God."
	The Chairman left.
	Someone finally spoke, "He didn't ask us to arranging for our
followers to show up and show support."
	"Reverend Welks always did that."
	"Someone should tell him."
	"Well, I'm not going to. I'd like to keep my head."
	"He's been in charge so long he forgot what it's like in the
trenches."
	"He's battleground is on TV. Everyone else does the ground work."
	"He really should be told. This could go badly for him."
	There was silence. No one dared volunteer.
	"Well, I guess the meetings over. Where to for lunch?"


	Wade had never felt so wonderful. "Thank you, Nick."
	"No problem. So you like man sex?"
	"It's incredible."
	"You know this makes you officially queer."
	"I don't care. I don't know why I waited so long."
	Nick pushed himself up on his elbow. "Don't know why? My you have a
short memory."
	"Okay, I know and I was so wrong to wait."
	"Hey, you had to discover it yourself."
	Wade ran his hand over Nick's bare chest. "With your help." Wade
paused.
 Nick?"
	Nick smiled, "Go ahead say it."
	Wade looked into Nick's blue eyes. "I love you."
	"I love you, too." They kissed for a bit then Nick lay back down.
	Wade snuggled close. It was wonderful to hold Nick like this. Wade
smiled. No more doubt, fear and confusion. He was gay and even better he
had Nick now. Wade was so happy and content. . .at last.


	"Well, the storm is coming." John paused, "The Chairman himself is
coming to Orlando and it's not for a vacation, Chris."
	"What? I wasn't going to say anything." Chris lied.
	"He wants to meet you face to face and in front of reporters."
	"So we'll face him."
	"JC, are you nuts?" Joey snapped. "He'll tear us apart."
	"Not if we prepare."
	"I'm not that up on quoting Bible Verses." Lance added.
	"We're not going to use the Bible because he wants us to and that
is his forte."
	"Then what?"
	JC said, "We are just going to be ourselves like we always have but
that's not to say we're going into this without a plan."
	"You have a plan?" asked Lance.
	"Sure, as soon as we think of one." JC smiled, "And trust me it
will be a doozy!"
	Peter threw up his hands. "So what if we participate in the Gay
Pride Festival. It's not the end of the world. I think the world would be
proud."
	John spun forward in his chair. "That's it!" His hand slapped on
his desk.
	"What?" everyone asked.
	"It's time to open this up. Peter I, we need your help. Work with
the website guys. We're going to put out the call."
	"To our fans?" asked Joey.
	"No, not just them to our supporters. They may not be fans but they
can be proud of what NSYNC is doing."
	"John?" Lance looked puzzled.
	John actually beamed. "Our enemies are calling on the Bible to
shoot us down. We're going to be more down to earth."
	"John?"
	"Peter, you found us gay organizations in New York now I am hoping
you'll find others worldwide."
	"I can try."
	Lance asked, "But why?"
	John sat up in his chair. "It is time that the whole world had a
say in this not just your fans but others. This is too important." John
grinned, "As our enemy zeroes in for the kill we going to increase our
numbers.  He may have God on his side but we will have the world."
	Peter asked, "What do you want me to do?"
	"Send out a simple question. What good could come if you guys
showed up at Gay Pride? Put it on the NSYNC website but send it also to
others."
	"But you said the NSYNC website was getting too gay?"
	"Not this time. The fans do have a say in this."
	Justin snorted, "We all know that."
	John sat back, "This isn't really about NSYNC as a whole but it's
individual members. Don't say it, Chris."
	"Damn."
	 "Your private lives. That's what this is about. The NSYNC fans
will know the difference but to top if off we will go beyond them. The
Chairman thinks he will win the battle but there will be no battle. We will
surrender."
	"John?"
	"Don't worry, Lance. It will be a surrender but not defeat." John
turned, "With Peter's help."
	"Shit!" Thought Peter.
	John looked serious, "You haven't let us down yet."
	"For NYSNC I will do my best."
	JC smiled, "We know."
	None of them knew how this would come out but they knew they had a
chance.
	"Should I get a hacky?" Chris asked.
	"Chris," John said, "This is more than just a ritual you do before
a performance. This is real life."
	Chris got up. "Okay, I'll find one."
	"Didn't he hear me?" John asked as Chris left.
	"John?" Lance looked sort of embarrassed. "This is more that facing
our audience. This is the big one."
	"Okay, it is fitting."
	Peter looked heavenward, "Please, let me get through this with some
shred of dignity."
	Justin squeezed Peter's knee. "Don't worry. We believe in
you. You've done it before. Trust yourself."
	Peter smiled and nodded.


	The Chairman tried hard not to pace. He couldn't believe
this. NSYNC agreed to a press conference where both sides get to air their
side. With his knowledge of the bible he would rip them to shreds.
	"Sir, it's time."
	The Chairman bowed politely to the Page and made his way to the
stage.
	The Chairman was surprised as only Joey and Chris walked on the
stage.
	"Where are the others?"
	"You know their story. They are gay and in love. I think we've
heard about that enough."
	"But you're not the ones I wanted here."
	"We're still members of NSYNC."
	"But you're not gay."
	"We're all in the same group. What happens to them happens to us."
	"Well, to make an omelet you do have to break some eggs," The
Chairman joked.
	"So if Joey and I get scrambled up in the whole gay thing you don't
care?"
	"You did let them join the group and you will be joining them in
this festival."
	"They didn't know they were gay when they joined the group. And we
are now more than a group. We are a family. We're brothers and we're
tight. Being gay does not change that. Of course we will be at the
Festival. We want to show our support. Being chosen Grand Marshal's for the
Gay Pride," Joey stressed the last two words, "Festival is an honor for our
gay brothers."
	"We love our gay brothers unconditionally and we're proud of them."
Chris started to applaud. Joey followed.
	JC, Lance, Justin and Peter walked onto the stage.
	The reporters joined in the clapping.
	The Chairman glared at the reporters.
	When the clapping stopped the Chairman said, "NSYNC can begin
first."
	"We have only one point," Joey said.
	At that twelve people filed onto the stage.
	"These are people representing groups that feel that NSYNC's
presence at the Gay Pride Festival would have a very positive influence on
the general public."
	Each of the twelve wore shirts with the names of the
organizations. The Chairman noticed they were mainly GBLT themed groups
like PFLAG and Galaxy.
	"These people have a somewhat biased viewpoint," The Chairman
sneered. "And I count only twelve groups."
	Joey couldn't help smiling, "That is because the other forty five
representatives wouldn't fit on the stage. And that is from Florida alone."
Joey held up a piece of paper. "Here is a list of organizations from over
all over the world encouraging NSYNC to participate in the Gay Pride
Festival, three hundred and forty two to be exact. They are many and you
are one. The majority has spoken."
	"This is outrageous. That is no proof."
	"We think so. That's all we have to say."
	"This is a travesty!" The Chairman roared.
	All of NSYNC and Peter stood forward.
	JC spoke, "There is only one issue that seems to be at the heart of
this debate. We plan to end it now. Ready cameras. One, two. . ."
	Every one kissed, Peter and Justin, Lance and JC and even Joey and
Chris. The cameras flashed.
	The kiss ended.
	Justin stood up proud, "There. You have your scandalous picture of
us kissing. Use it well. We're out of here." They started off the stage.
	"I haven't made any statements yet!"
	"Go right ahead but we're not staying to hear them." Lance replied,
"In all respect it wouldn't matter. People have been debating the bible for
centuries and no one has agreed yet. All in all it just comes down to
opinion and we know we would never win against your opinion so we
concede. You are more than welcome to give your opinion to the press." They
all walked off the stage.
	"What! How dare you!"
	One of the reporters said, "Are you going to give us your side?"
	"They just wanted to flaunt their vile lifestyle in my face."
	"That's not news. Come on, let's go." The reporters started to
leave.
	"Wait. I'll start again." The Chairman straightened his suit and
tie. He walked to the microphone stand. "I am here to give you God's
message on the Homosexual lifestyle."
	The microphone drooped away from the Chairman. He grabbed it and
straightened it out.
	"As I was saying. . ."
	The microphone again twisted away. He twisted it back.
	"It is God's plan that. . ." The microphone drooped again.  He
pulled the mike from the stand. "As I was saying." Feedback screamed from
the speakers. The Chairman switched the microphone off. "I am a preacher
after all. I can make myself heard. It is written man shall never lie
with. . ."
	Just to be funny a reporter yelled. "Can you speak up?"
	The Chairman slapped at the microphone stand, "Will someone fix
this goddamn thing?!"
	As backstage hands scurried to find a maintence man the Chairman
had an idea. "Peter!"
	"What?"
	The Chairman continued, "Look what Peter did to Reverend
Welks. He's doing the same to me. He's making me look like a fool."
	"By moving a microphone?"
	"Oh, he'll do more than that."
	A reporter pointed, "They just drove off. How can he be doing
anything here?"
	"Oh, they are very clever. They are trying to make God's own
servants look foolish and I won't let that happen!"
	A stagehand walked onto the stage, "Excuse me Gov. This mike stand
is so old they should just throw it away." He looked at the stand's
base. "Ah, here we go." He bent down and picked up a screw. "Poor thing is
almost totally stripped. Always falling out." He put the screw back into
the mike stand. He tightened it with a screwdriver.
	"There you go, Gov. Good as new."
	The Chairman pushed the microphone to the left. It stayed in
place. He pushed it to the right. It never moved.
	"Good, now we can get back to what I was saying."
	"Don't thank me, Gov," The stagehand walked off irritated.
	"It was still Peter."
	"Oh, come on! It was just an old mike stand. Why blame a gay guy
for that?"
	"He, they, all gay people want all of God's messengers to look
foolish. It is part of the Gay Agenda!"
	"Talk about a broken record. This isn't news. Let's go guys."
	A reporter shook his head, "Blaming an old mike stand on a gay
guy. Talk about weak."
	The reporters started leaving.
	"I'm not finished yet!"
	"Not yet but wait until after your trial."
	The Chairman stood there fuming.
	"Give us a smile," then there was a camera flash.
	Most of the reporters left chuckling. He had lost his
advantage. But he would have the last laugh. The Chairman stormed off the
stage.


	The next day they met in John's office.
	Lance couldn't wait. "So?"
	John looked serious, "Well," he smiled, "It's been a lot less
reaction than we feared. In fact it's been sort of quiet. People now
realize that there are two other people in NSYNC that aren't gay. And with
Joey and Chris joining the kissing it added just the right humorous touch
to dispel the shock factor. Then I think the Chairman just shot himself in
the foot with his attitude."
	"So?"
	"Why ask? You'll be going to attend Pride no matter what publicity
has to say. You're right this is your private life even if all of NSYNC is
there." John added, "But you have the blessings of publicity if you need
it."
	Everyone was relieved.
	JC smiled, "Thank you, John."
	"You deserve the honor. Enjoy yourselves."


	JC gave long smooth thrusts into Lance. He looked down at
Lance. Lance had his eyes closed but was smiling.
	"Does that feel good?"
	A happy 'Hmmm' was Lance's only reply.
	It wasn't that Lance was tired although he should be. It was just
Lance sometimes reacted differently during sex. Sometimes it was like the
bed was electrified as he twisted and thrashed about. Then there were times
he would lay back and just enjoy himself. Lance's enthusiasm was a turn on
but these quiet times were nice too, less tiring. And in their current
condition that was benefit. But despite of Lance's less than passionate
movement JC could always tell he was making Lance feel great. As if Lance
knew what JC was thinking he opened his eyes and grinned.
	"You do me so well, Josh."
	Those green eyes never lied to JC. He could see the love in
them. JC leaned down to show Lance his love. They kissed.
	Lance felt JC's cock sink into him completely. It hit that magic
spot. A surge of joy washed through both of them.
	"Did I ever tell you you have a nice cock?"
	JC almost laughed, "You don't have to stroke my ego."
	"I'm not talking about your ego just keep up the stroking."
	JC thrust back a little faster.
	"Oh, Josh."
	JC smiled. Lance's laid-back attitude was changing. Lance started
to whimper. Good. It was time for JC to drive Lance to the peak. He thrust
back even faster.
	"Yes, Josh, yes!"


	"Thank you, Josh."
	JC lay down, "You don't have to thank me. I'm your husband
remember."
	"I know that but I know why you wanted to have sex tonight."
	JC propped himself up on his elbow, "Because I have a hot lover?"
	Lance chuckled, "Not just that. You want us glowing with love for
Pride tomorrow. Like we did for the Advocate interview and Larry King."
	JC lay back, "Did I?"
	"Well, if you didn't we still will be." Lance looked at the
clock. "Oh, my god, I think we just set a new endurance record."
	"You have such great orgasms when we make it last."
	"Just me?"
	JC chuckled, "Okay, I enjoy it, too."
	Lance cuddled close. "I almost didn't want it to end. You were
feeling so good."
	"Well, I couldn't have you falling asleep on me."
	"In me you mean."
	"Whatever."
	"Get your sleep, Josh," Lance kissed JC's shoulder. "I want a long
hot shower in the morning."
	"We'll be too tired for Pride."
	"Oh, no I won't. I love you too much. And now I really get to show
you off."
	"And you won't be jealous?"
	"Nope, I know you're all mine."
	"Can I be jealous?"
	"Why? I all yours."
	"But what the other men will be thinking about you or doing to
you."
	"Don't be jealous of the poor bastards. You get to do it whenever
you like."
	JC turned. "I love you, my Lance." He kissed Lance.
	"I love you too." Lance smiled, "And tomorrow everyone will know
that for sure."
	"Sleep."
	"Yes, JC." He closed his eyes.


	The emcee walked up to the microphone, "Welcome to this year's
Pride festival. And to get things started let me present to you this year's
Grand Marshals, JC and Lance."
	The crowd roared and whistled as JC and Lance walked on stage.
	"Justin and Peter."
	Justin took Peter's hand as they walked on. He squeezed Peter's
hand and flashed his Timberlake grin. He held up their clasped hands as the
crowd screamed.
	"And the two straight guys."
	As the audience laughed Chris turned on his heel, "Okay, I'm outta
here."
	"Straight but not narrow," The emcee added.
	Quick on a joke Chris stopped and put a hand on each side of Joey's
stomach. He turned facing the crowd with his hands apart showing Joey's
girth, "Definitely not narrow."
	Joey snuck up behind Chris and did the same thing but exaggerated
Chris's width.
	Chris smirked, "Ha, ha, very funny."
	They walked up to the others. Lance went to the microphone.
	"On behalf of all of us we are very honored to be here. It was a
greater honor just to be asked to be Grand Marshals. We are humbled and
proud."
	Chris leaned in, "Well, it is Pride after all."
	JC said to the emcee, "Ah, you might regret this."
	The emcee laughed, "No, everyone is welcome here. We were a little
worried that you wouldn't get to be here."
	"Never," Lance said. "We would have showed up either way. This is
so personal to us. We're here in our personal capacity not really as
NSYNC."
	"Oh," The emcee looked disappointed. "No singing then?"
	Chris raised his hand, "Are you going to let those four kiss and
hold hands?"
	"If they want to."
	"Then I'm here to sing. The straights," He point to himself and
Joey, "want to do our part."
	"Actually," Lance began, "We sort of rehearsed a couple of songs
just in case. Hit it."
	The playback started. Peter moved to one side as NSYNC broke into
"I need Love." The crowd was soon dancing along. Peter stood and watched
his friends perform. He glanced out at the crowd. They were all together on
stage and at Gay Pride. Peter was amazed how far they and he had
come. Lance and JC even Justin had never looked prouder. It was fun and
exciting to be here.



	NSYNC was seen singing:
		"I need love, you need love
		We all really need love
		All I want, all I need
		We all really need love."
	A news reporter's voice was saying, "That was the scene from the
Gay Pride festival opening ceremonies. All I can say is NSYNC was really a
crowd pleaser."
	"Shut it off." The Chairman barked as his secretary walked in.
	The secretary jabbed at the remote and the TV switched off.
	"It is a sad day when homosexuals flaunting their deviant lifestyle
makes the news and they treat it like it's a good thing."
	"Your lawyers are here."
	The Chairman's bad mood broke. "Send them in."
	Before they were even seated, "This is the big one boys. I want you
to go after NSYNC."
	They glanced nervously at each other. "NSYNC?"
	"That's right I want them sued. They humiliated me. If they think I
will take this lying down they are very much mistaken."
	The lawyers looked at each other. "Is that wise? Remember what they
did to Reverend Welks."
	The Chairman spat, "He was a fool."
	"Well, if you have no skeletons in your closet we will go ahead."
	The Chairman puffed up his chest. "I am a man of God! I have
nothing to hide."
	"Ah, sir," the secretary leaned close. "What about the seminars you
teach at your university?"
	"What of them?"
	"Well, you do charge for them."
	"Of course I do. It's how I raise money for the church."
	"But you are also on the university staff."
	"What are you getting at?"
	"You have your salary and the money from the seminars. It could
seem like you are being paid twice." She paused, "Unless you give all the
seminar money to the church."
	The Chairman thought long and hard. He had no choice, "Okay, forget
about the lawsuit."
	"Any one else you want sued?"
	The Chairman glared at the lawyers. "Get out!"
	When the lawyers were gone he turned to the secretary, "Get me my
accountant."
	"Yes, sir."
	"I want to make sure all the books are in order before the trial."
	"Yes, sir."
	The accountant would turn out to be unnecessary. The Chairman
little knew that this legal battle was going to be his last. His turning
his back on Reverend Welks had upset people but they still feared him too
much to act. The word quickly spread that Welks was part of the suit
against the Chairman but the Chairman's power still seemed too great to
challenge. Now after his ineffectual showdown with NSYNC that fear was
weakening. The Chairman was beginning to make mistakes. The tide was
beginning to turn. With this trial God's Will would finally and
triumphantly be done. The Chairman's seat of power was about to be smashed
to pieces.


	They all were sitting under a canopy resting.
	"You having fun?" Justin asked.
	"More than fun. This is incredible." Peter said.
	"But you've been to Gay Prides before. You even marched in the
parade."
	"But I have never had so many people come up to me to talk to me
before. It's somewhat overwhelming."
	Joey shook his head, "Damn, you were really alone back then."
	"Yeah, but look at me now."
	Justin grinned, "Why stop at now? I like looking at you all the
time." Justin leaned in for a kiss.
	"I can't wait for tomorrow," Chris snapped.
	"You're looking forward to the parade?"
	"No, his girlfriend will be here." Lance patted Chris's knee,
"Don't worry Chris, we all know you're off limits."
	"Outer limits you mean." Joey joked.
	"How about you?" JC asked, "Having a good time?"
	Lance grinned, "The greatest. I am so glad we're here."
	"So am I," JC gave Lance a kiss.
	Peter was so proud of them. They had come out, got married and now
were here at their very first Gay Pride. So much had happened to them. What
was in their future? Peter hoped for a long and happy life for the both of
them. Well, the four of them, well, all of them. Peter did have a slight
clue as to Lance and JC's long life together if he really chose to believe
his vision. His vision. He hadn't had one in a while. Was that ability
gone? Was Justin too distracting? Then as if the Astral Plain heard him the
room blurred.
	Peter found himself standing in Lance and JC's living room. The
décor had changed a bit but it was still recognizable. Suddenly feet were
heard running down the stairs. A little girl ran into the room. JC appeared
from the kitchen and caught her.
	"What's this?"
	"I don't want to take a bath. I shouldn't have to take a bath with
Peter here, right?" She turned to Peter.
	Peter heard himself say, "Hey, don't drag my into this."
	Lance came down the stairs. "Sorry, I was filling the tub and she
gave me the slip."
	"I shouldn't have to take a bath tonight with Peter here. It's not
fair."
	"Well, that's what being a kid is all about," Peter was saying. He
knelt down to the little girl. "We grown-ups torture our children with all
that is unfair. They did it to me. I had to take baths all the time even
when I didn't want to."
	"Really?"
	"Yep, but JC and Lance want the best for you or they wouldn't make
you do it. They really do love you."
	"I know," The little girl sighed, "Okay, I'll take my bath."
	"Kiss Peter goodnight."
	"'Night, Peter."
	Peter heard himself say, "Kiss me, Kate."
	"Oh, don't be such a Broadway queen!"
	"Katie!" JC scolded.
	"Well he is." She gave Peter a kiss on the cheek.
	Peter chuckled, "And she is right." Peter stood up.
	"Don't encourage her."
	Lance put out his hand. She took it and Lance led her back
upstairs.
	Peter heard his voice, "I think you two make great fathers."
	There was so much love and pride in JC's face. "Thanks. I didn't
think Lance could get any happier."
	"And you?"
	JC smiled, "I got to keep this adoption thing going. Look how I
turned out. I wanted to give something back."
	"She's a good little girl your Kate."
	JC looked up the stairs where they had gone, "Yep, she means a lot
to me," JC turned to Peter, "us."
	"Yeah, to all of us."
	The room faded.
	Peter blinked and shook his head.
	"You okay?"
	Peter smiled at Justin, "Yeah. I was just thinking."
	"About the parade I'll bet. You just can't wait for tomorrow."
	Peter nodded, "Oh, more that just tomorrow, Chris. I have a lot of
things to look forward too." He couldn't help but smiled at Lance and JC.
	Lance was puzzled. "What?"
	"Nothing." This time Peter wasn't going to let the cat out of the
bag.
	Then it struck him. In his vision where was Justin? Recording no
doubt. But without Lance and JC? Had Justin gone solo? Had NSYNC split up?
	Peter pushed all doubt from his mind. This could have just been his
own thoughts. He could have dreamed this up by himself. Well, either way
he'd have to patient and wait and see.


End Chapter 67

Watch for Chapter 68: The beginning of the End

I am sorry to have you read the words you have dreaded but I am afraid it
is true. Lance, JC and the Astral Fan will be coming to an end. Well, it
has been 6 years and my mind is getting numb trying to think up new plots.

But don't you worry. I am going to dot the T's and cross the I's. Oops,
sorry reverse it. In the next 2 to maybe 3 chapters I will be bringing
everyone's life to a conclusion. And no, it will not be a mass killing
i.e. a meteorite flattens Orlando (and I am not talking Bloom.) Hopefully I
will be touching on what you readers want to know. Marriage, adoption,
(well, I guess I hinted at that), NSYNC's break-up, solo careers, etc until
they all meet up in that Great Reunion in the Sky.

It's been a wonderful 6 years and I have found some very dear friends
through this story and I am forever grateful for that Muse that made me sit
down and try internet writing for the first time. It's been a fun and wild
ride.

I have one idea for sort of a fairy tale story with JC and Lance that I'd
like to try next. Not a very long story but sort of Prince and the Pauper
type.

Anyhow, I'd better start getting their lives in order. I have a lot to
cover.  Oh, if you want to scream at me or make sure I address some plot
point in the next chapters I can be reached at petergv1211@yahoo.com or
pete1211@aol.com. But my minds made up. It will take JC and/or Lance's
influence to get me to change my mind.

(He'll do anything to meet those two!)