Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 21:42:52 EDT
From: miken rj <mikenrj@hotmail.com>
Subject: "N'Sync and BSB-Lost and Found" part 2

	Welcome to the second installment of "N'Sync and BSB-Lost and Found"  
Before we begin, I just need to make a small note.  This story is not a 
prequal to "Nick and Justin".  It is a different series and will by heading 
in a completely new direction.  As the series continues, this will be made 
more clear.

	This story is a collaborative effort between RJ, the author of
"N'Sync and RJ" and Mike, the author of "Nick and Justin."  Please send
comments on this series ("Lost and Found") to mikenrj@hotmail.com.

	This story is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of
anybody involved in this story.  It is purely fictional.  That said, enjoy
the story!

				 *********

		Justin lay in his bed, the covers pulled over his head as
if trying to hide.  He closed his eyes tightly as he heard Joey approach.
'Act like your asleep, act like your asleep...' Justin thought the same
thing over and over in his mind. Very slowly, he felt Joey draw nearer.
The light by the bed was still turned on as Justin had forgot to turn it
off when he had originally gotten into the bed.  Justin shook slightly as
the covers he had wrapped around himself like a protective lover were
slowly removed, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.  He felt Joey's
hand as it slid down to his lower back, right where earlier in the evening
it had been injured and still later Nick had eased the pain.

	"Justin, get up," Joey said as he pressed on the spot.

	Justin winced and opened his eyes.  He breathed heavily as Joey
pressed down a little harder.  "Joey, that's not a very nice massage you're
giving me..." Justin said through gritted teeth.

	"I saw you Justin," he said slowly.  He leaned in closer.  Justin
could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath.  "I saw you coming out of
Nick's room."  Justin knew that the evening was just beginning. He decided
to take a chance to get Joey to calm down. He leaned up and kissed Joey on
the lips.  Joey started to return the kiss and could feel Justin's tongue
entering his lips. Suddenly Joey pulled back, turned and spit. "What?"
Justin asked with pleading in his voice.

	"Don't give me 'what?' I saw you Justin." Joey did his best at
mimicking Justin. Joey removed his hand from Justin's back and got up.
Justin groaned a little and winced again as he rolled over.

	"It was nothing Joey.  We were just hanging out. You left and I
went over..." Justin tried to sit up.  He breathed heavily and allowed the
tears to roll down his face.

	"So as soon as the dad's away, the kids'll play? You were hanging
out?!!?  What did you guys really do," Joey yelled suddenly.

	Justin looked down at the bed.  "You left, he comforted me. We ate
dinner.  Then we watched a movie. Then I came home here to wait for you."
He looked up at Joey and saw only anger in his eyes.  "Joey, please, you're
drunk.  Go to bed.  We can talk all about this in the morning."  Justin
pulled back the covers.

	"We are going to discuss this right now -- you,..." Joey was trying
to control himself but the alcohol was taking over, he voice continued as
if no longer under his power. He heard his words, but couldn't believe he
had said them.  "you lying bitch. You slut. You whore!" Joey said with
anger.

	Justin froze. Justin had never felt so hurt or insulted and it felt
even worse knowing it was coming from his lover, partner and friend.
"Joey, we didn't do anything -- we're only friends," he said slowly as
tears ran down his face.  He looked again and tried to find what had made
him fall in love.  Where was the caring man who held him as he slept, and
wiped his tears away when he cried?  Where had he gone? When did he change?
Or had Joey always been this way and Justin had changed? Justin cried
harder and brought his hands up to his eyes.  "Please can't we go to bed
Joey?"

	"There is no way, we're going anywhere until this is settled."
Joey grabbed Justin by the arm and pulled him into the bathroom.  "Wipe
your eyes," he said.  Joey went and sat on the bed. Justin slowly took a
tissue and began to wipe his tears away. He always had treasured sex and
never just fucked. He always tried to make love, but he knew what he had to
do. He was still dressed like he was at Nick's. He had not gotten
undressed. He removed his shirt and let his hands rub down his front as
Nick had done. He undid his pants slowly and let them drop to the floor. He
stood in his boxers and looked into the mirror. "This is for us. I am doing
this to keep us together." He tried to pep himself up. After that he walked
back out into his room.  He turned and faced Joey.

	"Joey, please, let's go to bed together? Please? You're too drunk
to talk now.  You don't even know what you're saying.  If you love me, let
me make love to you, please, just let's go to bed."  Joey seemed to soften
for a minute.  He looked over at Justin who was pleading silently with his
eyes.  Joey looked over his lover's body. He felt saddened for his actions
earler.  He looked at his lips.  They were pouting as short breaths escaped
from between them.

	The more Joey looked at Justin, however, the more he distrusted his
words.  "You are a slut. You did have sex with him, like you want to have
sex with me now! You did, didn't you," he said slowly.  Justin looked
shocked.

	"Joey, please.  I did not have sex with him.  You're too drunk to
know what-" Joey's hand made contact across Justin's face, as his flat hand
slapped him.  Justin lurched to the side and finally fell onto the bed in
excruciating pain.  Joey looked down at him.

	"You see what you made me do!  I only wanted to talk to you!  Why
did you tempt me? Why couldn't you just talk to me?"  Joey started to cry
as he spoke.  Finally he stopped and ran over to where Justin was.  He
picked Justin up and held him in his arms.  "I'm sorry baby," he said.  He
repeated these words over and over as he rocked Justin slowly.  Justin
merely lay limp in his arms and cried.  Joey could see he was not getting a
response.  "I'm gonna leave now Justin; it's for the best," Joey said
slowly.  Justin merely kept crying.  Joey laid him carefully back down on
the bed, trying his best not to hurt his back anymore.  He pulled the
covers over him and kissed his cheek.  "I'll be back in the morning," he
said as he walked towards the door.  Tears streamed down his face as he
looked over at Justin.
  Justin lay shivering on the bed, the blankets being pulled tighter around
him like Justin was building an imaginable lover to protect him from the
pain.  Joey let the tears fall from his face as he watched.  "I'm so
sorry," he said again.  He walked out of the room and closed the door
behind him.  He leaned against it and sighed.  "What did I do?" he asked
himself quietly, "How can I fix it?".  He began to sob loudly as he ran
down the hall towards the elevator.

				 ********

	Two figures could be seen in the dark. Moans of passionate love
making could be heard throughout the room. Everything was as peaceful as
possible and as surreal as ever. Nick's face could be seen at the head of
the bed.  Nick's face showed the enjoyment of his love making. His lover
was not known by onlookers.

	"Oh, that feels, no, don't stop. Yeah, oh..." Nick was lost in
ecstasy. The door to the room flew open and a dark figure was standing in
the doorway. He started to move towards the bed "I'm here for you, Nick..."
the unknown figure started to moan out, but then saw the act in progress.

	"NICK! What are you doing?" He yelled. As the figure turned to
leave the room, Nick looked over at him and started to cry out. "Don't
leave me, come back here, I want you."

	The other lover was now apparent.  Brian's head appeared out from
the covers. "What are you talking about Nick? I thought it was us. You and
me.  Frick and Frack."

	"No I don't want you anymore, I have him, I want him, get
out. Please."  Nick whispered towards Brian in a stern voice as he rolled
and reached out for this darkened lover. Brian was pushed to the edge of
the bed by this new lover and Nick's actions. As the new lover leaned down
to kiss Nick his face became clear. Justin's face was inching towards
Nick. They were almost kissing. Their lips parted and tongues about to
touch. Brian looked in horror. "No Nick. Don't do this." Too late the
lovers were laying on top of each other about to enjoy their kiss.

	"NO!" Brian yelled as he shot up in bed. He was soaked with sweat.
He looked quickly around the room, but soon saw that his vision had only
been a dream.  He sighed and continued to breathe heavily.  He slowly began
to calm down again.  "No, it can't be. I can't be losing him. What am I
saying, I never had him..." Brian's mumbles were interrupted by talking in
the hall and then solid crying. "What's that noise?", he asked himself as
he got out of bed.  He pulled on a fluffy white robe and walked to his
door.  As he opened it, he saw Joey run by and jump into an elevator,
crying all the way. The hallway was now silent except for distant and
muffled tears.  He walked out into the hallway and followed these sounds of
muffled crying to where they came from, Justin's room.  He stopped outside
the room. His stomach dropped when he realized where he was. "It is the
enemy," he laughed slightly. 'He sounds really hurt, not just a stubbed
toe. Do I try to talk to him? Do I leave him? Do I chance Nick finding
him?,' he asked himself these questions silently.  After a moment of
reflection and many loud sobs from inside, he decided he may as well try.
He knocked quietly on the door.  There was no answer.  He knocked again a
bit louder.  Finally he heard the sounds of footsteps and muffled crying.
Justin slowly opened the door.  Justin asked as he opened the door
innocently, "Nick? Oh hey..." His eyes were badly swelled from crying and
his face was a little red. Brian felt his heart take a beat at that
name.. "No, um its me, I was just, um, hi Justin."

	Justin simply stood there and looked at Brian.  After staring at
him for a moment, he began to cry again as he turned back into the room.
Brian took another look at him.  "This kid is a mess," he said to himself.
He walked into the room and shut the door behind him.  He walked over to
where Justin was now sitting; on the floor with a blanket around his
shoulders.  Brian sat down next to him and placed an arm cautiously over
Justin's shoulder.  Justin leaned his head down and placed it on Brian's
shoulder.  Brian held him a little tighter as he let Justin cry it out.
"Just cry now Justin.  Get it all out of your system."  He held Justin as
he kept crying.  After about fifteen minutes, Justin's sobbing died down.
"Now, want to tell me what all of this is about?"

	Justin sighed heavily.  He turned his head and looked at Brian.
"Well, in case you didn't notice, we kind of had a fight."

	Brian smiled.  "Yea, I figured as much."  He looked at Justin's
cheek suddenly, which had a bright red hue to it.  "He hit you didn't he?"
Justin merely looked down as more tears sprung to his eyes.  Brian pulled
him in for another hug.  Justin accepted but quickly regained his
composure.

	"He was drunk.  He didn't know what he was doing, and he only
slapped me.  It was totally my fault, I--I--I deserved it," he said
quickly.  Brian shook his head and sighed loudly.

	"Listen, there is nothing you could have done to deserve that, and
because he was drunk doesn't mean he can hit you either!  Look, do you love
him Justin?"

	Justin stopped where he was.  "I used to think I would walk to the
ends of the earth, bare footed, just to make him happy.  Now I'm not so
sure I would walk to the 7Eleven."  He sighed and laughed a little bit. He
tried to stand, but the pain in his back kept him where he was.  Brian
noticed this, and wished he could help.

	"I have an idea. Get on the bed," Brian said as he stood.  He
noticed Justin wince.  "Very slowly."  Justin tried to smile and slowly got
onto the bed.  "Lie on your stomach," Brian instructed.

	"You might have told me that before I got onto my back," Justin
said with a laugh.  Brian smiled and walked to the bathroom.  He turned the
water on as hot as he could and took a towel.  He carefully placed a towel
in the sink and watched as the steam rose.  After a minute he carefully
removed the towel and wrung it out.  He carried it over to where Justin was
laying..  Justin made a small noise as Brian touched his bare back, but
Brian quickly hushed him.

	"This could hurt for a second, but after that it will feel great,"
Brian assured him.

	"Just like sex," Justin joked.  Brian looked at him and smiled
awkwardly.

	"Exactly like sex."  With that he placed the steaming towel on
Justin's flesh.  Justin jumped a little.  "Just wait a second."  Justin
cringed but stayed where he was.  After a few seconds, he adjusted to the
temperature and it actually felt quite good.  Brian massaged his back
gently through the towel.  Justin moaned.

	"That feels really great," Justin said, his eyes closed.

	"What were you guys fighting about?  If you don't mind me asking
that is," Brian said as he continued the massage.

	"Well, Joey left earlier tonight, got drunk and when he came home
he saw me leaving Nick's room a little while ago. In his state he got the
wrong -- OW -- idea -- OW!" Justin yelled as Brian pushed a little too
hard. Brian had momentarily left the room in his mind and was focused on
the idea that he was in Nick's room tonight. Justin's scream brought him
back.

	"Oh sorry," Brian said quickly.  "I'll be more gentle."  He
continued the massage, but now no longer cared as much as he did. He
figured that if he was to stay any longer he had to know.  "So, do you like
Nick?"  He closed his eyes and waited for the answer.

	Justin was set back a bit, but answered anyway. "I like Nick a lot
as a friend," Justin said.  He thought he heard Brian sigh.  "As for
anything besides that...I really don't know. I don't think there is
anything besides friends."

	Brian liked this news. He knew that there might still be a
chance. He hoped in his heart there would be a chance.

				   ****

	Lance was walking around in the lobby. This was not new to him,
ever since he was a boy, he could not sleep when stressful things
occurred. He was just swinging by the clock next to the elevators.

	"Three hours. Why can't I just sleep for these three hours. This
isn't helping me you know..." He tried to complain to himself, trying to
make him tired. He started to move on and Joey can bursting into him from
the elevators.

	"Hey, what are you doing up so late?" Lance was shocked to see a
fellow band member up.

	"Oh, just going to go think," Joey said as he tried to compose
himself.

	"Everything ok? You look like you've been crying a little."

	"Well Justin and I had a fight to end all fights tonight. I don't
know anymore."

	"Really?!?  I mean, really?" Lance tried to quiet his excitement.

	"You seem happy to hear that," Joey said as he looked at Lance
suspiciously.

	"It's the caffeine, 5 cups can do that to you - worse than prozac,"
Lance said quickly, trying to cover his mistake.

	"Ah, ok then, I guess. Anyway, we had a bad time and so I am off to
think."

	"Well, you let me know if I can do anything for you."

	"Thanks buddy. See you later."

	Lance continued past the elevators and promised himself only one
more lap.

				   ****

	Brian awoke next to Justin on the bed. It was now 6am. Brian pulled
his arm away and left the room quietly, checking to make sure Justin had
not awoken yet.

	Justin blinked his bloodshot eyes once. He hadn't slept yet. He was
now once again left alone wondering when the pain would begin again and
when would it end. He contemplated going down to J.C.'s room, but decided
he wouldn't. J.C. didn't need anymore problems right now. Justin got up
slowly, pulled the bed together slightly, to make it look more comfortable
at least and he went to the bathroom. He took a hot shower which washed off
the dirt, the grime, took away his pain and cleaned his mind. He pulled on
a new pair of boxers and looked at himself in the mirror. Except for the
bloodshot eyes he didn't look bad at all. He went back to the bed and
crawled in and collapsed. He slept like a log, dreaming a strange dream.

	His dream made him toss and turn. He no longer was silent and he
started to talk in his sleep. "No. Don't. That hurts! Stop it, I said no.
I said NO!  Wait!" He shot upright and was sitting in bed. Standing in
front of him was Joey, completely naked. With a tray of food and a note on
the top of the closed dish.

	"Good morning, my love." Joey had taken the evening to think and
plan.  Justin noticed something different about him, he was acting like the
old Joey, the one he loved. Justin still was very cautious.

	Joey sat down on the bed next to Justin and placed the tray down
next to them. "Words can never explain my hurt and pain for what I did last
night.  Because of that, I can only say I am sorry, and that I hope you
will believe me when I say I don't want to do anything ever to lose you or
fight with you again. I promise Curly." Joey had plain sincerity and
humility in his face and eyes.

	Justin hadn't been called Curly by Joey since right before the
fighting had begun. Justin didn't know what to feel or say or do. He was
overcome with emotions and feelings.

	"Joey I--"

	"No Justin, no talking right now, please. I know we have to talk,
and I want to. But right now, we need to be together and not let anything
interrupt us."

	"I just ... ok."

	Justin slid down a bit and let Joey feed him slowly and
lovingly. He would give Justin a bite and then kiss him. This continued
until everything was gone from the plate. Joey and Justin found themselves
in a passionate kiss.  Justin had his tongue entwined in Joey's mouth. Joey
and Justin were in heaven again.

	The phone rang. Joey sighed and picked up the phone.

	"Hello? Ok, thank you... OK, so what do you say to you and me
finishing this in the shower?"

	Justin smiled and they both went to the bathroom hand in hand.

				  ******

	Nick awoke as the sun beamed in through his balcony window. He had
not closed it since last night. He enjoyed what happened. He didn't know he
had feelings like that for Justin. The two of them had always been the kids
of the groups and hung around with each other, but he never had given it
any thought. He felt strange about the previous night's events, and after
Justin had left he sat their in the same position on the bed for hours,
just looking blankly at the wall. He had tried to watch tv or read his
book, but he couldn't get his mind off of what had happened. Justin and him
kissed.  Could something be happening? He didn't know the answer, but he
did know it was time to get ready.

	After his shower he put on a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a loose
t-shirt. As he was about to open the door, he saw a yellow piece of paper
folded on the floor. On the top of the paper was his name written, and on
the inside was a note.

Nick -

Thank you so much for being there for me. I appreciate everything you do,
and I think your cute too. Just a note to let you know I am thinking about
you.

Signed, anonymous

	Nick looked at the note and was shocked. His first thought was
immediately that it had to be Justin, didn't it. He opened the door, put
the note in his pocket and was going to knock on Justin's door. He looked
down the hallway and the only ones walking around where Brian and AJ at the
other end of the hallway near the elevators.

	"Hey Nick! Come on!"

	"OK AJ, I'll be there in a sec!"

	The two disappeared into the elevator. Nick walked up to the door
and lifted his hand to knock. He was about to strike the door when he heard
laughing. His heart sunk slightly. He figured he wouldn't bother anyone
now.  He turned and quickly went towards the elevators.

	He started to talk to himself as he entered the elevator. 'Why am I
disappointed? Justin is in a relationship currently and I should be happy,
cause he is willing to make it work. It sounds like Joey and Justin have
worked out their differences. I hope it works for them. I don't know. Why
am I so upset?'

	He exited and found the rest of the group waiting around. Brian and
AJ saw Nick and walked over to him.

	"Took you long enough." AJ always had a way of summing things up
that everyone liked.

	"Well, I had to take care of some unfinished business."

	"Did everything go as you had hoped?" Brian asked eagerly.

	"Um, I think everything went the way it should have, for it to
be the best."

	"Oh, ok. Well if you think so, then so do I, cause I am there for
you, you know that right?" Brian's voice was filled with a little bit more
joy, but no one picked up on this.

				  ******

	Joey was finishing up in the bathroom as Justin sat on the edge of
the bed next to the tray. He was overflowing with joy. After this morning
he knew that Joey still loved him, and that he found once again why he had
fallen in love with Joey.

	Justin finished the last piece of bacon and put the lid back on the
tray.  He then saw the note that was there earlier. He opened the note and
read the inside message. His heart sunk momentarily and then a pout
overcame his face. He was confused, he no longer knew what to do
exactly. He read the note again.

Justin -

I just wanted to say that if you need anything, I am here for you. You
always know that, I am just a few feet away and I care for you.

Anonymous.

	Was it Nick? Justin was unsure, but one thing was. He had to work
on Joey and him now.

				  *******

	Everyone was downstairs and Justin saw Nick as he and Joey came out
of the elevator. Joey leaned down and whispered into his ear.

	"I am sorry for everything. I don't want to be an ass anymore and I
love you."

	Justin giggled softly. He once again was confused about everything,
but decided to say thank you, to whom he knew was Mr. Anonymous.

	Justin walked over to Nick. Nick saw him coming and cheered up at
this sight. Justin came over, sat down next to him and spoke to him.

	"I want to thank you for everything you did and I am glad that
everything happened exactly as it had. I appreciate knowing I have someone
to go to when I need them, and that they are only a few feet away."

	Justin stood up and joined the rest of NSYNC as they walked out the
door and into the limos for the day of tour promotion.

	Nick beamed and ran off with the rest of BSB. He ran up to AJ and
struck up a conversation.

	"Hey AJ, here is an off the wall question for you. How do you find
out if someone may feel the same as you do?"

	"OH MY, my little Nickie has a crush. Well if it was me, I would
plan a "surprise" dinner and then bring them over once everything is ready
and say MY OH MY look at this and see where it takes you."

	"You know AJ, most of the time you give shitty advice, but I think
you have nailed it this time. Thanks."

	AJ turned to Kevin and started to sound like a country father: "Oh
darlin' aren't we proud? Our little one is growing up and sprouting legs of
his own, oh no, I don't know what to do..." They both cracked up and as
Nick sat down in the limo, his brain was already churning ideas for what he
wanted to do.

To be continued...

	Well, we hope you liked it.  send comments etc to
mikenrj@hotmail.com.  Til next time!