Date: Fri, 12 May 2000 14:14:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robin <nsajscgirl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 7, Now or Never, Boy-bands, Celebrity
Now or Never by Robin Smithson
Disclaimer: If you are underage, please go somewhere else. If you are
committing any crimes by reading this story, please go somewhere else.
This is a piece of fiction, I do not know 'N Sync or have any idea of their
sexual preferences.
Hey everyone! Thanks for writing me about the last few chapters. I know
that I kind of went off on this weird Chris think, but I'm going to be
getting back to the main focus of the story, Lance and Justin. I promise!
Let me know what you think about this one, okay? nsajscgirl@yahoo.com
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Previously on Now or Never:
"Okay, here's what we're gonna tell the police. It may seem totally
stupid, but it's all I can think of," Lance said. At everyone's nod he
continued, "Neither of you were aware that the drug was in Joey's drink.
Someone else, we'll let the police worry about who, put the stuff in Joey's
drink. Since you threw away the bottle, there's no evidence that it was
you. There is one thing though," Lance paused, looking at Chris, "you have
to call Jack and tell him to keep his mouth shut. I'm gonna go call Johnny
now, before the police get here. I'm sure that if needed, Johnny and Jive
will be willing to pay Jack something if he isn't sure he should keep
quiet." Chris nodded his understanding, ready to do anything to keep the
cops' focus off of him.
"I'll do it right now," Chris said as he stood up and walked out of
the room. Lance sighed heavily and followed Chris's footsteps to make the
dreaded call to Johnny.
Now and Never
Chapter 7
Within five minutes, Chris returned to the room, a frown on his
face. "So?" JC asked promptly.
"I couldn't get a hold of him," Chris replied. JC stood up and
faced Chris angrily.
"You couldn't get a hold of him? Dammit Chris! Everything we tell
the police depends on whether or not Jack will keep his mouth shut! I
suggest you go out there and find the bastard!" Justin placed a hand on
JC's shoulder to placate him.
"Calm down, JC. Let's wait until Lance gets back before doing
anything, okay?" Justin suggested. JC reluctantly agreed and returned to
his seat. Every so often, he would shoot disgruntled glances at Chris.
Nearly ten minutes later, Lance returned to the room, exhaustion etched in
every corner of his face.
"Johnny is on his way here right now," Lance said as he crossed the
room, taking a seat. He slumped down in the chair, his head felt like it
weighed a ton. Justin watched Lance from across the room. More than
anything, he wished that he could go to Lance and comfort him. But he
couldn't. His arms ached to feel Lance in them, holding him tight.
"What did he say?" JC questioned.
"He was furious. I didn't understand everything he said; he was
cussin' half the time. All I remember hearing for sure is that we aren't
to talk to the police until he gets here with our lawyers." Chris started
fidgeting in his seat, Johnny's wrath was not something he was ready to be
subjected to.
"I...I think I'm gonna go take a walk, okay?" Chris said
hesitantly. Lance looked at him suspiciously.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Chris," Lance said evenly.
"Just wait until Johnny gets here." Chris started to protest, but was cut
off by a glare from Justin.
"Okay," he said softly in defeat, any thoughts of him slipping out
of the hospital and going home vanished from his mind. Of course he was
worried about Joe, but he wasn't quite ready to face the consequences of
his immature actions from the night before.
"Did you talk to Jack?" Lance questioned Chris.
"I...um...I never got a hold of him," Chris said, biting his lower
lip. "I don't have a clue where he is. Usually he would find me when he
had stuff, not the other way around."
"I still can't believe that you've been doing drugs since before we
got together as a group," Lance said softly, his mind still mulling over
that little fact. He was trying to recall anything that would have
indicated Chris's habit, but he couldn't think of a single incident.
"The only one that knew about it was Joe. Sometimes we would do it
together," Chris said. JC glanced up quickly.
"Joey, too?" he asked in disbelief. "How? I mean, yeah, I've seen
him drunk before, but drugs, too?"
"The drunkenness was just a cover up. We could be totally high,
but y'all never guessed because we had been drinking all evening," Chris
explained how none of the others had ever guessed.
"You know we are going to have to tell Joey what you did, right?"
Justin asked, hoping to clarify the situation for Chris. A dawning look of
horror covered the older man's face. "I mean, he doesn't know what
happened and if...when he gets out of here, we are going to have to tell
him." Chris nodded in understanding.
"I'll tell him. Just let me do it in my own way, my own time,
please?" he pleaded. JC didn't agree with Chris, but was outvoted when
Lance and Justin nodded sympathetically.
"As long as you do it soon," JC said grudgingly. He had serious
doubts that Chris would ever tell Joey the truth.
"So when he wakes up, are we going to tell him the story we are
going to tell the police?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," JC replied. Chris nodded; he was more than a
little relieved. Before Lance could question Chris about Jack any further,
a knock sounded at the closed door of the waiting room.
"Um, excuse me..." the young doctor that had talked to them before
said upon entering the room. JC immediately stood up searching the
doctor's face for any sort of information.
"Is Joey okay?" he asked, worry more than evident in his voice.
The doctor offered a small smile and replied.
"We believe so." A chorus of relieved sighs echoed throughout the
small room. "We managed to completely clean out his system and he is
sleeping right now. I'll let you know as soon as he wakes up and you can
visit him for a short while, okay?" Everyone nodded their approval as the
doctor backed out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
"Oh my God! Thank you Lord!" Justin shouted happily as soon as the
nurse was gone. He turned and grabbed the person closest to him, which
happened to be JC, into a huge hug. JC returned the hug whole-heartedly,
slapping Justin on the back. Lance lifted his head in silent thanks to God
before a wide smile broke out on his pale face. As soon as JC released
Justin, the younger man ran to Lance to pull him into a hug. Lance wrapped
his arms around Justin's waist and buried his head in the crook of Justin's
neck. They stayed that way for a moment before Justin became aware of the
fact that JC was standing right behind him, waiting for his chance to give
Lance a hug as well. He quickly released Lance and allowed JC to hug his
lover.
The only one not participating in the hug fest was Chris. A
tremendous sense of relief had rushed through his body at the doctor's
words, leaving him too weak to celebrate. He couldn't image what his life
would be like without Joe, it was too horrible to even think off. Justin
gathered himself enough to remember Chris sitting by himself in the room
and he immediately walked towards his friend and took a seat next to him.
He placed his right hand on Chris's back and rubbed it up and down. Chris
looked at Justin appreciatively before turning in his seat and engulfing
the younger boy in a hug.
All celebration ceased the moment the door swung wide open and
Johnny Wright marched through the door. The black man towered over the
group and Chris swallowed loudly. Following closely behind him were two of
Jive Records most prominent attorneys. The guys recognized them
immediately.
"All right, dammit! I want to know what exactly happened last
night!" he said, his voice wasn't quite a yell, but it was damn near close.
Lance stood up, once again taking control.
"Calm down, Johnny. I didn't call you to have you come down here
and yell at us," he said firmly.
"Calm down?! You want me to calm down after you told me Joey is
the hospital of a drug overdose?!"
"Yes," Lance replied, taking Johnny by the elbow and leading him to
a chair. "If you'll just sit down, Chris will tell you everything." At
the mention of his name, Chris's head snapped up to look at Lance. Lance
glared sternly at Chris and the older boy sighed. Chris then launched into
the retelling of last night's events. With each sentence, the stormy look
on Johnny's face grew more intense, while Jive's lawyers stood passively in
a corner of the room. A disbelieving gasp escaped his lips when Chris told
him what he had done to Joey's drink, causing Lance to shoot him a warning
glance to be quiet. Johnny quickly complied and leaned back in his chair,
taking in every word Chris uttered. Silence greeted the end of Chris
confession as Johnny took in all that he had just heard.
"You damn idiot!" Johnny exploded, standing up from his chair
quickly. Lance moved to put a placating arm on Johnny's shoulders, but was
rebuffed as Johnny shook him loose. He pointed an accusing finger at Chris
and continued, "Do you realize what you've done!? I had always thought you
had a fairly stable head on your shoulders, but now I can see that I was
absolutely wrong! How could you do this, Chris? To Joey? Yourself? Your
friends? To 'N Sync? To ME?!" With each question Johnny jabbed his
finger in Chris's direction, making his point more than clear.
"Johnny, that's enough. He knows what he did was wrong, leave it
at that," Lance said forcefully, grabbing Johnny's arm. Johnny shook
himself slightly and turned to stare at Lance.
"He almost killed one of your best friends, and you're okay with
that?" Johnny asked in disbelief.
"I never said I was okay with it, but Chris is one of my best
friends as well. He knows that he was wrong," Lance replied. "Besides,
this is a discussion for some other time. We have to decide what we are
going to do now." Johnny paused for a moment and nodded his agreement.
"Chris, did you get a hold of Jack?"
"Um...no, I didn't. I don't know where he is," Chris replied.
Lance groaned at that little piece of information.
"Wait, hang on a second. What did you guys decide to do?" Johnny
questioned. Lance quickly filled him in on the explanation they were going
to provide for the police.
"Jack wouldn't talk anyway," Johnny pointed out suddenly.
"Huh? Why not?" Lance asked quickly, evidently he had missed
something.
"He would have to be a total idiot to turn Chris over to the
police. They would ask him about his involvement and he would have to tell
them that he provided the illegal drugs to Chris. That would get him a
couple of years in prison," Johnny provided. The guys had been so wrapped
up in worrying about Joey's condition that they had failed to notice that
obvious fact. Chris grinned, relief rushing through his body for the
second time that day.
"Well that simplifies things a bit," Lance said. "I still think
that we should find him and talk to him about it, just in case. Let's make
it clear to him that if he even thinks about starting a rumor, we'll take
him down." Everyone nodded in agreement before Chris interrupted.
"I still don't know how to find him though," he pointed out.
"I'll put someone on it immediately," Johnny said quickly, standing
up from his chair. Lance breathed a silent sigh of relief, glad that
someone else had finally taken control. Johnny excused himself from the
room, the two lawyers following closely behind 'N Sync's manager. An
uncomfortable silence filled the room after Johnny's departure.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Justin announced suddenly, causing
everyone to jump slightly. He caught Lance's gaze and arched his head
towards the door, indicating that he wanted Lance to go with him. Lance
nodded quickly and got up to follow the younger man. Their departure went
unnoticed for the most part, except for the brief grin JC flashed at their
backs.
The moment they stepped out of the waiting room, Justin grabbed
Lance's upper arm and hauled him down the hall to the bathroom. Once they
entered the restroom, they both searched the available stalls for any
unwelcome guests. All of the stalls were unoccupied so Justin pulled Lance
into the large, handicapped stall at the end of the row. They stood inches
apart staring at each other before Lance whispered the joyous fact that was
on both their minds.
"Joe's gonna make it. He's really gonna make it, Justin."
Justin's lips broke into his world-famous grin and he nodded his head
enthusiastically. Lance returned the grin, his green eyes shinning
brightly with happiness and relief. After a moment, however, Lance's grin
melted away and sadness entered his brilliant green eyes, making them
darker. Justin watched with confusion as Lance's mood rapidly changed.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's always gonna be like this," Lance whispered, causing Justin
to frown in confusion.
"Wh...what do you mean? I don't understand."
"Our being together," Lance clarified. "It'll always be like this;
stolen hugs in elevators and gardens; private moments hidden away in
bathrooms. I hate that; I hate this, having to keep us a secret," he
finished heatedly. Justin felt the sadness and frustration pouring off
Lance and he sighed.
"Lance, I know this will be hard. I understand that, but we have
to make the best of it. I'm willing to go through all the hiding and the
secrecy until we decide to tell the guys because I love you Lance. I mean,
would you rather not even have the stolen moments of touching and hugs?
Would you rather have nothing at all?" Justin questioned, watching Lance's
expression intently. Lance avoided the younger man's gaze while he mulled
over Justin's words. Justin began to worry as the seconds ticked by and
Lance didn't respond. Once Lance came to a decision, he raised his sea
green eyes to meet Justin's sky blue pair and the young singer sighed in
relief at the conviction and love he saw in Lance's eyes.
"No, Justin. I wouldn't give you up for anything," Lance said
firmly and was rewarded with Justin's beautiful smile.
Slowly, they moved close together, some invisible bond drawing them
closer and closer. Lance tilted his head slightly and sighed with
contentment as his lips brushed Justin's. He reveled in the feel of his
lover's lips, firm, but at the same time, petal soft. Justin brought both
of his hands to Lance's face and cupped the older man's face. He then
gently forced Lance's head back slightly and ran his tongue over the older
man's lips, requesting entrance to the warm mouth beneath his. Lance
opened his mouth eagerly, wanting more than anything to taste Justin.
Tentatively, Lance's hands traveled upwards to rest in Justin's curls. He
buried both hands in the honey-colored strands and pulled Justin as close
as possible. In response, Justin wrapped his arms around the shorter man's
waist, loving the feel of Lance's hard body. It was at that inopportune
moment that a knock sounded at the door to the restroom, causing the two
lovers to jump apart quickly.
"Hey, Justin! Lance! Are y'all still in there!?" JC's voice could
be heard clearly through the thin door. Lance placed his right hand over
his speeding heart and a nervous giggle escaped his lips. Justin grinned
at him and answered their friend.
"Yeah, we are. We'll be out in a second, JC" Justin said quickly,
hoping to get JC to leave, giving them another couple of minutes of
privacy. JC crack the door open slightly and urged the guys out of the
restroom. From his spot at the door, he didn't notice that Justin and
Lance were sharing a stall.
"Just hurry. The police are here." With that little piece of
information, Justin's heart dropped a little. A small knot of butterflies
appeared in his stomach and he glanced at Lance worriedly.
"Okay," Lance called out to JC. Once they heard the door close
behind JC, Lance smiled at Justin reassuringly, hoping to provide his young
companion with some small amount of comfort. Justin returned the smile
weakly before exiting the stall. Lance followed behind him closely, his
smile turning into a worried frown as soon as his lover's back was turned,
belying his confidence. He was just as nervous as Justin was about facing
the police.
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Okay, there y'all go. Hopefully everyone liked it. Will the group be able
to face the police without cracking under the pressure? You'll find out in
the next chapter! :) Everyone please email me and let me know what you
thought about it, okay? I really depend on your emails a lot!
nsajscgirl@yahoo.com Talk to y'all later, Robin :) Now or Never by Robin
Smithson
Disclaimer: If you are underage, please go somewhere else. If you are
committing any crimes by reading this story, please go somewhere else.
This is a piece of fiction, I do not know 'N Sync or have any idea of their
sexual preferences.
Hey everyone! Thanks for writing me about the last few chapters. I know
that I kind of went off on this weird Chris think, but I'm going to be
getting back to the main focus of the story, Lance and Justin. I promise!
Let me know what you think about this one, okay? nsajscgirl@yahoo.com
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Previously on Now or Never:
"Okay, here's what we're gonna tell the police. It may seem totally
stupid, but it's all I can think of," Lance said. At everyone's nod he
continued, "Neither of you were aware that the drug was in Joey's drink.
Someone else, we'll let the police worry about who, put the stuff in Joey's
drink. Since you threw away the bottle, there's no evidence that it was
you. There is one thing though," Lance paused, looking at Chris, "you have
to call Jack and tell him to keep his mouth shut. I'm gonna go call Johnny
now, before the police get here. I'm sure that if needed, Johnny and Jive
will be willing to pay Jack something if he isn't sure he should keep
quiet." Chris nodded his understanding, ready to do anything to keep the
cops' focus off of him.
"I'll do it right now," Chris said as he stood up and walked out of
the room. Lance sighed heavily and followed Chris's footsteps to make the
dreaded call to Johnny.
Now and Never Chapter 7
Within five minutes, Chris returned to the room, a frown on his
face. "So?" JC asked promptly.
"I couldn't get a hold of him," Chris replied. JC stood up and
faced Chris angrily.
"You couldn't get a hold of him? Dammit Chris! Everything we tell
the police depends on whether or not Jack will keep his mouth shut! I
suggest you go out there and find the bastard!" Justin placed a hand on
JC's shoulder to placate him.
"Calm down, JC. Let's wait until Lance gets back before doing
anything, okay?" Justin suggested. JC reluctantly agreed and returned to
his seat. Every so often, he would shoot disgruntled glances at Chris.
Nearly ten minutes later, Lance returned to the room, exhaustion etched in
every corner of his face.
"Johnny is on his way here right now," Lance said as he crossed the
room, taking a seat. He slumped down in the chair, his head felt like it
weighed a ton. Justin watched Lance from across the room. More than
anything, he wished that he could go to Lance and comfort him. But he
couldn't. His arms ached to feel Lance in them, holding him tight.
"What did he say?" JC questioned.
"He was furious. I didn't understand everything he said; he was
cussin' half the time. All I remember hearing for sure is that we aren't
to talk to the police until he gets here with our lawyers." Chris started
fidgeting in his seat, Johnny's wrath was not something he was ready to be
subjected to.
"I...I think I'm gonna go take a walk, okay?" Chris said
hesitantly. Lance looked at him suspiciously.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Chris," Lance said evenly.
"Just wait until Johnny gets here." Chris started to protest, but was cut
off by a glare from Justin.
"Okay," he said softly in defeat, any thoughts of him slipping out
of the hospital and going home vanished from his mind. Of course he was
worried about Joe, but he wasn't quite ready to face the consequences of
his immature actions from the night before.
"Did you talk to Jack?" Lance questioned Chris.
"I...um...I never got a hold of him," Chris said, biting his lower
lip. "I don't have a clue where he is. Usually he would find me when he
had stuff, not the other way around."
"I still can't believe that you've been doing drugs since before we
got together as a group," Lance said softly, his mind still mulling over
that little fact. He was trying to recall anything that would have
indicated Chris's habit, but he couldn't think of a single incident.
"The only one that knew about it was Joe. Sometimes we would do it
together," Chris said. JC glanced up quickly.
"Joey, too?" he asked in disbelief. "How? I mean, yeah, I've seen
him drunk before, but drugs, too?"
"The drunkenness was just a cover up. We could be totally high,
but y'all never guessed because we had been drinking all evening," Chris
explained how none of the others had ever guessed.
"You know we are going to have to tell Joey what you did, right?"
Justin asked, hoping to clarify the situation for Chris. A dawning look of
horror covered the older man's face. "I mean, he doesn't know what
happened and if...when he gets out of here, we are going to have to tell
him." Chris nodded in understanding.
"I'll tell him. Just let me do it in my own way, my own time,
please?" he pleaded. JC didn't agree with Chris, but was outvoted when
Lance and Justin nodded sympathetically.
"As long as you do it soon," JC said grudgingly. He had serious
doubts that Chris would ever tell Joey the truth.
"So when he wakes up, are we going to tell him the story we are
going to tell the police?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," JC replied. Chris nodded; he was more than a
little relieved. Before Lance could question Chris about Jack any further,
a knock sounded at the closed door of the waiting room.
"Um, excuse me..." the young doctor that had talked to them before
said upon entering the room. JC immediately stood up searching the
doctor's face for any sort of information.
"Is Joey okay?" he asked, worry more than evident in his voice.
The doctor offered a small smile and replied.
"We believe so." A chorus of relieved sighs echoed throughout the
small room. "We managed to completely clean out his system and he is
sleeping right now. I'll let you know as soon as he wakes up and you can
visit him for a short while, okay?" Everyone nodded their approval as the
doctor backed out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
"Oh my God! Thank you Lord!" Justin shouted happily as soon as the
nurse was gone. He turned and grabbed the person closest to him, which
happened to be JC, into a huge hug. JC returned the hug whole-heartedly,
slapping Justin on the back. Lance lifted his head in silent thanks to God
before a wide smile broke out on his pale face. As soon as JC released
Justin, the younger man ran to Lance to pull him into a hug. Lance wrapped
his arms around Justin's waist and buried his head in the crook of Justin's
neck. They stayed that way for a moment before Justin became aware of the
fact that JC was standing right behind him, waiting for his chance to give
Lance a hug as well. He quickly released Lance and allowed JC to hug his
lover.
The only one not participating in the hug fest was Chris. A
tremendous sense of relief had rushed through his body at the doctor's
words, leaving him too weak to celebrate. He couldn't image what his life
would be like without Joe, it was too horrible to even think off. Justin
gathered himself enough to remember Chris sitting by himself in the room
and he immediately walked towards his friend and took a seat next to him.
He placed his right hand on Chris's back and rubbed it up and down. Chris
looked at Justin appreciatively before turning in his seat and engulfing
the younger boy in a hug.
All celebration ceased the moment the door swung wide open and
Johnny Wright marched through the door. The black man towered over the
group and Chris swallowed loudly. Following closely behind him were two of
Jive Records most prominent attorneys. The guys recognized them
immediately.
"All right, dammit! I want to know what exactly happened last
night!" he said, his voice wasn't quite a yell, but it was damn near close.
Lance stood up, once again taking control.
"Calm down, Johnny. I didn't call you to have you come down here
and yell at us," he said firmly.
"Calm down?! You want me to calm down after you told me Joey is
the hospital of a drug overdose?!"
"Yes," Lance replied, taking Johnny by the elbow and leading him to
a chair. "If you'll just sit down, Chris will tell you everything." At
the mention of his name, Chris's head snapped up to look at Lance. Lance
glared sternly at Chris and the older boy sighed. Chris then launched into
the retelling of last night's events. With each sentence, the stormy look
on Johnny's face grew more intense, while Jive's lawyers stood passively in
a corner of the room. A disbelieving gasp escaped his lips when Chris told
him what he had done to Joey's drink, causing Lance to shoot him a warning
glance to be quiet. Johnny quickly complied and leaned back in his chair,
taking in every word Chris uttered. Silence greeted the end of Chris
confession as Johnny took in all that he had just heard.
"You damn idiot!" Johnny exploded, standing up from his chair
quickly. Lance moved to put a placating arm on Johnny's shoulders, but was
rebuffed as Johnny shook him loose. He pointed an accusing finger at Chris
and continued, "Do you realize what you've done!? I had always thought you
had a fairly stable head on your shoulders, but now I can see that I was
absolutely wrong! How could you do this, Chris? To Joey? Yourself? Your
friends? To 'N Sync? To ME?!" With each question Johnny jabbed his
finger in Chris's direction, making his point more than clear.
"Johnny, that's enough. He knows what he did was wrong, leave it
at that," Lance said forcefully, grabbing Johnny's arm. Johnny shook
himself slightly and turned to stare at Lance.
"He almost killed one of your best friends, and you're okay with
that?" Johnny asked in disbelief.
"I never said I was okay with it, but Chris is one of my best
friends as well. He knows that he was wrong," Lance replied. "Besides,
this is a discussion for some other time. We have to decide what we are
going to do now." Johnny paused for a moment and nodded his agreement.
"Chris, did you get a hold of Jack?"
"Um...no, I didn't. I don't know where he is," Chris replied.
Lance groaned at that little piece of information.
"Wait, hang on a second. What did you guys decide to do?" Johnny
questioned. Lance quickly filled him in on the explanation they were going
to provide for the police.
"Jack wouldn't talk anyway," Johnny pointed out suddenly.
"Huh? Why not?" Lance asked quickly, evidently he had missed
something.
"He would have to be a total idiot to turn Chris over to the
police. They would ask him about his involvement and he would have to tell
them that he provided the illegal drugs to Chris. That would get him a
couple of years in prison," Johnny provided. The guys had been so wrapped
up in worrying about Joey's condition that they had failed to notice that
obvious fact. Chris grinned, relief rushing through his body for the
second time that day.
"Well that simplifies things a bit," Lance said. "I still think
that we should find him and talk to him about it, just in case. Let's make
it clear to him that if he even thinks about starting a rumor, we'll take
him down." Everyone nodded in agreement before Chris interrupted.
"I still don't know how to find him though," he pointed out.
"I'll put someone on it immediately," Johnny said quickly, standing
up from his chair. Lance breathed a silent sigh of relief, glad that
someone else had finally taken control. Johnny excused himself from the
room, the two lawyers following closely behind 'N Sync's manager. An
uncomfortable silence filled the room after Johnny's departure.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Justin announced suddenly, causing
everyone to jump slightly. He caught Lance's gaze and arched his head
towards the door, indicating that he wanted Lance to go with him. Lance
nodded quickly and got up to follow the younger man. Their departure went
unnoticed for the most part, except for the brief grin JC flashed at their
backs.
The moment they stepped out of the waiting room, Justin grabbed
Lance's upper arm and hauled him down the hall to the bathroom. Once they
entered the restroom, they both searched the available stalls for any
unwelcome guests. All of the stalls were unoccupied so Justin pulled Lance
into the large, handicapped stall at the end of the row. They stood inches
apart staring at each other before Lance whispered the joyous fact that was
on both their minds.
"Joe's gonna make it. He's really gonna make it, Justin."
Justin's lips broke into his world-famous grin and he nodded his head
enthusiastically. Lance returned the grin, his green eyes shinning
brightly with happiness and relief. After a moment, however, Lance's grin
melted away and sadness entered his brilliant green eyes, making them
darker. Justin watched with confusion as Lance's mood rapidly changed.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's always gonna be like this," Lance whispered, causing Justin
to frown in confusion.
"Wh...what do you mean? I don't understand."
"Our being together," Lance clarified. "It'll always be like this;
stolen hugs in elevators and gardens; private moments hidden away in
bathrooms. I hate that; I hate this, having to keep us a secret," he
finished heatedly. Justin felt the sadness and frustration pouring off
Lance and he sighed.
"Lance, I know this will be hard. I understand that, but we have
to make the best of it. I'm willing to go through all the hiding and the
secrecy until we decide to tell the guys because I love you Lance. I mean,
would you rather not even have the stolen moments of touching and hugs?
Would you rather have nothing at all?" Justin questioned, watching Lance's
expression intently. Lance avoided the younger man's gaze while he mulled
over Justin's words. Justin began to worry as the seconds ticked by and
Lance didn't respond. Once Lance came to a decision, he raised his sea
green eyes to meet Justin's sky blue pair and the young singer sighed in
relief at the conviction and love he saw in Lance's eyes.
"No, Justin. I wouldn't give you up for anything," Lance said
firmly and was rewarded with Justin's beautiful smile.
Slowly, they moved close together, some invisible bond drawing them
closer and closer. Lance tilted his head slightly and sighed with
contentment as his lips brushed Justin's. He reveled in the feel of his
lover's lips, firm, but at the same time, petal soft. Justin brought both
of his hands to Lance's face and cupped the older man's face. He then
gently forced Lance's head back slightly and ran his tongue over the older
man's lips, requesting entrance to the warm mouth beneath his. Lance
opened his mouth eagerly, wanting more than anything to taste Justin.
Tentatively, Lance's hands traveled upwards to rest in Justin's curls. He
buried both hands in the honey-colored strands and pulled Justin as close
as possible. In response, Justin wrapped his arms around the shorter man's
waist, loving the feel of Lance's hard body. It was at that inopportune
moment that a knock sounded at the door to the restroom, causing the two
lovers to jump apart quickly.
"Hey, Justin! Lance! Are y'all still in there!?" JC's voice could
be heard clearly through the thin door. Lance placed his right hand over
his speeding heart and a nervous giggle escaped his lips. Justin grinned
at him and answered their friend.
"Yeah, we are. We'll be out in a second, JC" Justin said quickly,
hoping to get JC to leave, giving them another couple of minutes of
privacy. JC crack the door open slightly and urged the guys out of the
restroom. From his spot at the door, he didn't notice that Justin and
Lance were sharing a stall.
"Just hurry. The police are here." With that little piece of
information, Justin's heart dropped a little. A small knot of butterflies
appeared in his stomach and he glanced at Lance worriedly.
"Okay," Lance called out to JC. Once they heard the door close
behind JC, Lance smiled at Justin reassuringly, hoping to provide his young
companion with some small amount of comfort. Justin returned the smile
weakly before exiting the stall. Lance followed behind him closely, his
smile turning into a worried frown as soon as his lover's back was turned,
belying his confidence. He was just as nervous as Justin was about facing
the police.
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Okay, there y'all go. Hopefully everyone liked it. Will the group be able
to face the police without cracking under the pressure? You'll find out in
the next chapter!
:)
Everyone please email me and let me know what you thought about it, okay?
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Talk to y'all later,
Robin :)