Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 04:01:58 +0000
From: Daniel Seddon <dannyseddon@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lance, The Witch and The Bathrobe, part 1

Lance, The Witch and The Bathrobe, part 1

	Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction and is in now
way a reflection of the sexuality of Lance Bass of N'sync. I don't know him
or any of the others. Maybe one day but not yet. This story contains m/m
interaction. Its also a love story,

	Hope u like this story, its my second Nifty attempt, guess I prefer
Stardom to college. But in any case enjoy the show. Any suggestions send to
dannyseddon@hotmail.com.

Authors Note:
Hey I'd like to shout out to anyone who is thinking about writing a story,
do it! What have you got to loose. And I'm gonna shout out to Twinny because
your a great guy, you know who you are oh twin of mine. LOL Oh well on with
the tale.

   "Oh I hate planes." I mumble to myself.
There I was, Luke Benson, author of three successful literary novels in
first class of a plane from Boston to New Orleans. Me with a fear of flying.
I pressed the button for the stewardess repeatedly.
"Excuse me!" I called "Excuse me!"
A young blond girl comes. If I wasn't so scared then I'd  have notice how
bad the colour of her uniform (Purple and tangerine, please!). But I was
scared so I didn't notice.
"Yes sir what seems to be the problem?" she asked politely.
"I need some water, my throat is so dry. How long till we land? Will it be
long? Oh my god how long will it be?" my Scouse accent is highly audible and
people are looking at me. I don't care about that though. British stiff
upper lip coming through on that.
"Sir please calm down, we won't be landing for awhile. But please try to
remain calm till we do."
She looked  at the person next to me and her eyes widen. Then looking back
at me. "I'll be right back with your water sir."
With that she left.
I looked to my right, to the person who was seated next to me. He was
extremely cute, dark brown mousy hair with bleached tips, a mischievous
facial expression, and the most extraordinary green eyes I had ever seen. He
kept getting the feeling I knew him from somewhere but couldn't think where,
Damn planes! I then noticed he was looking at me funny.
"You OK man?" He asked me.
"Sure." I answer, blushing "I'm just really scare of flying."
He looked intrigued.
"Interesting accent." he said "Where are you from?"
"Well," I trying to settle into my seat. "I grew up in Liverpool, UK. But
then I got a lot of money from books that I've had published and got a house
and down in New Orleans where I like so stay."
"So you live in New Orleans?" He smiled.
"Well I actually live in London now, but spend most of my time in New
Orleans because the house is bigger and the food is to die for."
He laughed. The stewardess had come and gone with my water but we just kept
on talking.
"So," I started "Travelling from Boston to New Orleans. Quite a trip."
"Sure is, I was visiting a friend that got sick recently and was up there
for a while." He looks down but then continues, "But now I'm going to the
Big Easy to meet up with my buddy Josh."
"That's cool," I think a minute, why does that name go with this face. "I've
just been staying in Salem for a bit celebrating." He looks confused.
"Celebrating what?" he asked.
"Oh just Summer Solstice. I visited a coven that's there, but then there are
plenty of covens in Salem. But Covens are not for me being the hedge witch
that I am." I looked at the guy, he looked horrified.
"Your a witch?" He asked,
"Sure I am." I carry realising where this may lead.
"Your not scared your gonna go to Hell?" I look at him and laugh.
"Oh my goddess." I giggle, he still looked horrified. "No I don't believe in
hell its not part of my religion. I don't believe in your god either. Your
Catholic aren't you?"
"No actually." He said bitterly "I'm Southern Baptist."
"Just as bad." I snigger knowing this will get to him. So what! I think, He
may be cute but he was mean first.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked getting really pissed. Trying hard
to keep his voice down.
"It means that u just got pissed because I put your religion down." I take a
sip of water. "And yet you feel you can justify judging other peoples
religions because your own religion says you should."
I sit there contented. Smart arse.
The guy sits back contemplating what I had just said. We sit in silence for
what seems like forever.
"I'm sorry" He whispered apologetically, "I guess you're right, I mean I
still don't believe its right but its your choice I guess. I know I'm not
perfect so why should I judge you. "I looked at him gob-smacked.
"Wow," I was totally amazed at the fact he actually thought about it. I felt
really low just about then. I felt like a hypocrite having always hating
people who judged me because of what I was rather than who I was.
"I kinda know what its like to be prejudged." He says to me. "That kinda hit
a cord for me."
"Oh why what's wrong with you that you get prejudged?" I ask, hoping its
what I want it to be since this guy is so cute its unreal.
Out of no where a stewardess comes to our seat holding a CD case.
"Excuse me Mr Bass, I'm a really big fan of yours and I was wondering if you
could sign this please?" She giggled nervously.
"Sure, why not." I looked at the cover as it passed me, my eyes widening. I
looked at him with complete shock on my face.
Oh shit, I thought, I know who he is. So that's why the name Josh was
connected to with his face. Josh was JC from NSYNC and this was...
"There you go." He passed the CD back to the stewardess. He looked at me.
"You OK?"
"Your..."
"Yes," He nodded. "Guess that means your gonna be all star struck and shit?"
"No just shocked. I can't believe I didn't notice. Must be the altitude,
always does it." He laughed. Such a cute laugh it was, the way his Adams
apple wobbled. I laughed too.
"So you giving out autographs now are you?" I laughed, it was starting to
hurt but I still laughed. I could see Mr Bass was in a similar predicament.
"To anyone who wants one." He clutched his belly and leant forward, giving
me a slight view of his ass. Nice, I thought, shame he's probably not gay.
Although he is in a boy band and...
"Can I have one off my new friend?" I asked. He looked at me shocked.
"Friend?" I was thinking, yes that's right. Then I thought this guys famous
he probably doesn't give a shit about you, unless maybe you tell him...
"Yeah," I said. "You've been talking to me for a while and you've really
helped wit my fear. Which reminds me." I grabbed the seat quickly
remembering where I was.
"Look at me," He said, I looked. "You're sitting next to a member of NSYNC."
My eyes widened.
"Wow, you're good." I smirked, "And full of yourself."

"I try." He grinned, "You got any paper so I can write an autograph to me
new friend who I don't know the name of."
"Luke," I blushed, I couldn't believe I hadn't told him my name. You stupid
cunt.
"Hi I'm James." He held out his hand.
"I thought it was..."
"It is, middle name, you know the score. And anyway if we're friends then
its like more, you know." He shrugged "Either that or scoop. Now get my bag
out of the overhead compartment. I have some paper."
I got up and found his open bag in the compartment. I sat down and looked
in. There sat my first book with a book mark about half way through. Hahaha,
he knows who I am and doesn't know it. I got the paper out and passed it to
him. Didn't take him long.
"I gotta go to the john." He looked uncomfortable.
"Sure," I said as I got up to let him passed. "Can I take a look at that
book in your bag?"
"Sure man, by some new author. Kinda scary but also kinda cool." My book was
kinda cool. Nice one.
He left and I watched him walk to the toilet. I wished I could follow him
in, kissing those lips of his, removing his pants and getting into some
serious action with him. The thought of his boyband cock in my mouth was
making me hard. I got the book out of the bag and grabbing a pen.

			To James
			Thanks for the autograph, since you gave
			one I only thought it fair to return the favour.
			If you wanna stay in touch the number is below.
				Your new friend
					Luke Benson
I smiled thinking he doesn't have a clue.

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	Well there it is, the first Chapter. No, no sex but hey that's life,
doesn't always come straight away. (Unless your me, in my dreams.)
As above any suggestions send them to dannyseddon@hotmail.com