Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 22:28:31 -0500
From: BJ Gay.com_Member <bjluver@gay.com>
Subject: lance's search chapter 6

Welcome to "Lance's Search," a multi-chapter exploration of a young man
discovering himself. As much as I would suspect otherwise, I have no actual
proof of the sexual orientations of Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake or JC
Chasez. Consequently anything you read in this story is the product of the
mind of its author. That said, this story attempts to take a realistic look
into the thoughts and feelings of a guy as he discovers the pains and the
joys associated with loving his fellow man... or his fellow band mate as
the case may be.

Thanks to those of you who have written back to me about the story. If you
have any comments, please e-mail them to bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise, enjoy
the story.

BJ


Chapter 6

Life on the road had already become familiar to the men of NSYNC. There was
a lot to dislike about it, but they all knew the ultimate reward -
performing in front of huge crowds of fans - was worth the
hassles. Everyone had their own patterns and ways of dealing with the
travel and pretty much knew everyone else's patterns.

Since New Orleans, the boys had noticed some changes in Lance's routine. He
seemed to be sleeping more on the road than he used to be. They all knew he
had purchased a laptop for himself, but they rarely saw him use it on the
bus or anywhere else. They thought that maybe the original euphoria of
buying a computer had faded just as if it were a toy played with
exclusively on Christmas Day only to be forgotten a few days later.

But Lance hadn't slowed down his usage of his computer. He just didn't use
it much around the others. Mainly he surfed the Internet at night, in the
darkness of his hotel room.

Since his first night of exploration he had discovered a whole world of
people who speculated on the sexual leanings of not only him, but other
members of NSYNC and practically every other boy band. He was grateful he
hadn't found any pictures of his face plastered on the naked body of
someone else like he found of Justin. Actually, the body used in that
picture really didn't look anything like Justin's. He thought about showing
the picture to Justin sometimes for a laugh, but then couldn't think of a
way of explaining how he found it.

Lance discovered a number of sites with other pictures that make him cringe
or even chuckle. He had to admit, some of those photos looked rather
suggestive in retrospect. He and the other guys in group shots with arms
and hands in places which could appear sexual. For some reason he found a
number of pictures that made him and JC really look like a couple. The
looks. The proximity of body parts. Who was next to whom. With the right
commentary, he supposed any photo could be seen in that light.

'Yeah, I wish,' Lance thought to himself. Then suddenly he thought about
that. 'What did I mean by that? Am I attracted to JC? He's my friend. Like
a brother to me. It just can't be.'

But yet, the surfing continued. He discovered a whole treasury of fan
fiction that was nicknamed "slash." It had stories of gay sex involving boy
bands in all sorts of combinations. Lance with JC. JC with Justin. Justin
with Nick Carter. Nick with Lance. Lance with JC and Justin. And then there
were the combinations with fictional characters. If you believed these
stories, Lance thought, we'd get nothing done but have sex with each other.

Lance knew the stories were crazy. Fanciful imagination. But he couldn't
keep himself from reading them. He particularly enjoyed stories that paired
him with JC.

He came to understand Justin's remark about making sure not to get the
computer keyboard sticky. Lance could not help himself. Reading the scenes
of passionate sex made him horny. It seemed as if his right hand and his
cock had minds of their own. He would get caught up reading a love-making
scene and before he knew it his boxer briefs were either gone or around his
ankles. His hand would be stroking his cock until the pleasure reached a
peak and an orgasm followed. It was a ritual he practiced daily, sometimes
a few times a day.

Early one night while still on tour with the rest of the guys, disaster
struck. Or at least what Lance saw as a disaster. His computer froze up on
him while online reading one of those stories. Then he got some sort of
blue screen. Lance didn't know enough about what was happening to even
describe the problem, let alone fix it.

Most of the guys had gone out for the evening, but he remembered that
Justin was staying in. He called his friend's room. Justin told Lance he
couldn't help him over the telephone, but Lance could come over to his room
and he'd look the machine over.

Naked, Lance slipped on a pair of track pants and a T-shirt. He picked up
the computer and headed to Justin's room. Justin opened the door after
Lance knocked. "Come on in," he said. "I really wasn't doing too much
anyways, so maybe I can impress you again with my computer knowledge."

Something else was impressing Lance at the moment. Justin came to the door
clad in a pair of boxer briefs and a wife beater. His eyes followed Justin
into the room well before the rest of his body made it past the door. "Uhh,
thanks for helping me out, Curly. I haven't a clue what happened."

"Well, just take a seat on the bed there while the doctor takes a
look. Sorry there's nuthing better on the TV. This hotel doesn't offer a
whole lot of channel selections."

The younger band member took a seat at the room's small desk and went to
work. Lance found the remote and flipped through the channels, finding
little that interested him.

"That should get it working again," Justin said. "Yep! It will be as good
as new in just a bit. No long-term damage."

"Thanks, Justin, I really appreciate it."

"I have no doubt. You really seemed to have become addicted to your
computer."

"What do you mean?"

"Yeah, I know on the bus and other times we're all together you ain't on
it, but 'fess up, man, at night you're liked glued to this thing."

"Well, OK, maybe I have been a bit obsessed..."

"A bit?"

"OK, a lot, you happy now?"

"Just wanted to make you tell the truth," Justin responded giggling as he
did some more work on Lance's computer. "My, my, my, no wonder you had some
trouble considering the sites you've been visiting," Justin said followed
by all-out laughter.

"What did you say?" Lance said with more than a little anxiety. "What are
you talking about?" Lance hadn't known that anyone could look through his
computer and determine where he had been.

"Enjoying those racy stories about us, Lansten?" More giggles. Lance rushed
over behind Justin, who was still checking out the computer screen.

"What? Uhh, Justin. Justin, listen to me man. I don't know what you think
you see but you've got it all wrong man. Please, Justin, believe me. It's
not whatever it looks like. Please!"

Justin stopped his laughing, noticing how serious Lance had gotten. He
looked scared. Very scared. "Hey, dude. Chill. I was just funning with
you. Calm down."

Lance was stunned. 'Did I just accidentally reveal myself to Justin,' he
thought. 'Oh, God, how am I going to get out of this one?'

"You mean... you... really... didn't see anything?" Lance said with a
crooked grin. His heart was pounding about a thousand times a minute, or at
least that's how it seemed to Lance.

"Scoop, calm down. Let's sit down over on the bed until you stop shaking."

Lance nodded his head slightly. Justin got up out of his chair and led his
friend over to the bed, getting him to sit down.

"I don't know what came over me," Lance said quietly.

"Lance, it's OK. I think I know what happened, and we ought to talk about
it."

To be continued...