Date: Sun, 12 Sep 1999 17:38:41 EDT
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: 'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC

Usual disclaimer applies: This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to
imply anything about the orientation, beliefs or anything else about the
real members of 'N Sync or anyone else (but we can dream). If you are under
18, or are offended by graphic depictions of homosexual relationships,
please go back now.

Story content copyright 1999 T. Kevin.
Send feedback to: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
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Author's Notes:

For a different take on Lance & JC (including a QuickTime movie of 'the
hug' from MOMH, and -- coming soon -- Photos from the charity basketball
game).

Sorry for the delay (did you notice?) I was away on vacation... and doing
some research. But hopefully this nice big juicy double-chapter will make
up for it. If you are into the whole experience, you might want to get out
your Backstreet Boys' 'Millennium' CD and have it ready to play...

AND, okay, I have to brag for a second: I went to the Charity BBall game in
Atlanta on August 25th and the party afterwards. I actually got to MEET
Lance and talk briefly (before security whisked him away). He really is
genuinely a sweet guy, and very friendly; not egotistical at all (he was so
excited that he got four points in he game!). And he's even cuter up close,
if you can imagine that. Joey and Justin were there too. Joey was a party
animal and Justin was a dancing machine. At one point in the middle of the
dance floor Joey grabbed Lance and gave him a BIG wet smooch on the
cheek--no lie! Lance looked mighty embarrassed. But that's another story...

Kevin
lictor (at) aol (dot) com

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CHAPTER TEN

	No one wanted to leave idyllic Hawaii, but it was time to return to
the mainland and the crazy schedule of internationally famous pop stars.
	The air shuttle to Honolulu was uneventful. There was some
'confusion' on seating for the long flight from Honolulu to LA: Justin, in
a rare fit of bossiness, demanded that Terry be upgraded to first class
with the 'N Sync guys and Alex.  Terry was embarrassed by the whole scene
and kept saying he would be all right in coach with the rest of the
entourage, but out of the blue Alex backed Justin and agreed to upgrade the
designer. "After all," the manager smiled, "We want him to be part of the
'N Sync family so he'll do a good job with the 'N Touch part of the web
site. Good Idea, Justin."
	The blond singer was a bit taken aback by his manager's
friendliness, and thanked Alex. Terry was more cynical. He wondered how
much Alex knew, and what price he -- or god forbid Justin -- would have to
pay later for Alex Sommers' beneficence.
	Now in first class for the first time in his life, Terry was next
to Justin and feeling more than a little conspicuous. "You didn't have to
do this you know." He said after the flight attendant took their drink
orders.
	"'S Cool, man." Justin winked at him. "I owe you after last night
anyway."
	"You don't owe me anything Justin, I was out of line. I'm sorry I
made a move like that."
	The blond grabbed Terry's hand and squeezed it hard. "I don't know
what place you came from man, but God musta sent you to me because I can't
imagine anybody puttin' up with my crap like you do!" He gave Terry one of
those melt- your-heart smiles.
	Terry sighed. "When are you going get it through your thick
peroxide- saturated head that I really like you the way you are, Justin? I
respect you wanting to wait, and I frankly admire your will power." The he
added in a whisper, "Making out with you is better than sex with most
people."
	"Are you sayin' you think I bleach my hair?" Justin glared,
pretending to ignore the compliment but actually he was trying to cover his
embarrassment.
	"Justin, honey, I may have not yet been to the Promised Land, but I
have seen the treasure trail, and it is NOT platinum blond!"
	That comment was enough to make even Justin Timberlake blush,
especially because the male (and obviously gay) flight attendant was just
arriving with their drinks. He smiled as if he had heard nothing. "A diet
Coke for you sir..." He served Justin, "And a Bloody Mary for you." He set
down Terry's drink. "Happy trails." he whispered and winked.
	"I heard dat comment!" Justin scowled at the designer after the
attendant left.
	"What? Jealous?" Terry grinned wolfishly.
	"No!" Justin pouted.
	"Liar!" Then he poked Justin in the ribs and his pout changed to a
grin.
	He rested his head on Terry's shoulder. "I like you a lot, you know
that."  Justin whispered, closing his eyes.
	"I like you too... a lot." The black-haired young man answered,
gently taking Justin's hand.
	They openly held hands for awhile, since the flight attendants in
First Class obviously already knew something was up. Alex noticed as well,
but said nothing.
	Terry finished his Bloody Mary as they taxied down the runway.
	"That was quick." Justin noted. "I didn't know you drank anyways."
	"I drink sometimes when I go out to clubs, and flying makes me
nervous."
	"Jeez I didn't think anything scared you, Mister Martial Arts! And
I thought you told me that you skydive?"
	"I do; going up in that little plane scares me too, more than
jumping out of it.  A lot of things scare me, Jus. I get scared when I
think about whether..." He trailed off.
	"What?" Justin squeezed his hand and smiled at him as the plane
accelerated down the runway. He could see the color drain out of Terry's
face.
	"Whether... " Terry swallowed hard. "Whether you feel the same way
about me as I think I do about you. Where this is all going... It scares
me. Even more than flying." He clamped his eyes shut.
	The plane surged into the air. Terry's hand gripped Justin's almost
painfully.  He really was afraid of flying.
	Justin squeezed back and waited until the plane had climbed for a
few minutes. "I don't know what to say, except I'm scared too, man. I don't
know what will happen in my life tomorrow or next week, no matter a year or
ten years from now! But I know that being with you, just like this, makes
me feel right. I hope you feel something like that."
	Terry breathed a little easier. "I think I do." 'I feel better than
I have a right to.' He thought.
	They were barely all settled in after takeoff before Lance and JC
were asleep. They flipped up the armrest between them, and spread a blanket
across their laps. At first Lance had his head on JC's shoulder, but as the
flight went on, he slipped down until his head was on the taller boy's lap,
and he was stretched across the wide seats. The flight attendants all
smiled at the sweet picture of the boys as they passed. Joey and Chris
played cards for awhile, then they went to sleep as well. Justin went to
sleep while Terry worked on his laptop. Alex spent a lot of time on the
Airphone.
	
	---

	They arrived in LA without incident, and were whisked to their
hotel before fans got wind of their presence. After taking a day to recover
from their jet lag, they had a meeting with Johnny Wright. Alex was there
as well. They went over their schedule, which included one surprise.
	"I don't know if you were aware," Johnny began, "But the Backstreet
Boys are going to be filming videos for a few songs on their upcoming
album, and they've invited you guys to have a cameo in one. We thought it
would be good PR, and maybe squash some of these rumors that you don't get
along.
	"Coo'!" said Justin immediately. The others were not as
enthusiastic, mainly because their schedule was already so hectic, but they
all agreed to do it.
	"That's it, then! Oh, Lance and JC..." Johnny called to them as
everyone was getting up to leave, "I'd like to talk to you for a moment in
private."
	The boys looked at each other and sat down again, slowly. They knew
what this must be about.
	"Speaking of rumors..." Johnny leaned back in his chair, "I've been
hearing that you two have become very close lately, since your unfortunate
boating incident. Do you want to talk about that?"
	Lance looked at his hands, but JC spoke up. "I'm not sure that
there is anything to discuss. I don't mean any disrespect Johnny, but I
think that's a private matter between Lance and me."
	Their manager drummed his fingers on the table for a few moments
before answering. "If you lived normal lives, maybe so. But you don't. You
live in a fishbowl. Your every word, every gesture, every move is
photographed, examined and reported in the media, on the web. I don't have
to explain 'N Sync's fan demographics to you. We cannot afford to have you
two -- or god forbid, Justin -- become unattainable in these girls'
fantasies. I think of you guys as my friends, you know that. I'm doing this
for your own good."
	Johnny paused for a moment, as if considering. Then he
continued. "I'm going to be blunt with you: Lance, it's already an open
secret on the internet that you're gay, but since you're not linked to any
particular guy it hasn't been publicized in the legitimate media. I intend
to keep it that way. I didn't know whether you were or not, and honestly as
far as you kept your nose clean, I didn't think it was any of my business
either."
	The 'keep your nose clean' comment sent Lance's mind off on a
tangent while Johnny rambled on. 'I wonder where that phrase comes from,
anyway? Surely it couldn't be a reference to what JC did the other day...'
he felt his face burning and tried to concentrate on what Johnny was
saying. But he didn't like what he was hearing.
	Johnny was still talking. "I'm not asking you to not see each other
'romantically' -- or whatever you want to call it -- but it has to be kept
ABSOLUTELY secret. In a way this has worked out great for you two, since it
can stay in the family, and now there's no problem with you getting in a
public, committed relationship with someone. Do the other guys in the group
know about this?"
	"Yes." Lance said, looking up. His stare was as cold as stone.
	"And I suppose this web designer who's now Justin's 'friend' knows
also."
	"Yes."
	"Do you think that relationship is stable? I don't want Justin in
some kind of funk over a fling. You two are both mature beyond your years;
I'm not so worried about you handling a serious relationship."
	Before Lance could say anything (he was reeling from Johnny's
unexpected compliment), JC spoke up. What he said surprised the bass
singer. "I think they genuinely care for each other, so it has
potential. Who knows, though? Justin is still so young. Terry might be a
good influence on him though."
	Johnny nodded.
	Then knowledge of this can't go any further. I want no touching in
public between you unless everybody is doing it on a group hug or
something. I want you to make a point of not hanging around together in
public. Lance, spend more time with Joey -- everybody knows he's
straight. And try to flirt a little with the older girls at the
afterparties and the meet-n-greets. We'll see how things go from there.
I'm telling you this for your own good, you know that."
	JC nodded reluctantly. Lance just looked away. He was so angry his
chest hurt. How dare they tell JC and him how to live their lives!
	
---

	That night, after they had all eaten together, Lance and JC went to
Lance's hotel room.
	"Finally, alone together!" JC bolted the door and smiled at his
lover.
	Lance slipped his hands around JC's slender waist and hugged him,
resting his head on his shoulder. "I can't believe the way Johnny is
treating us, telling us how to behave." He said, anger still in his voice.
	"I know babe, but it is for our own good as much as it serves his
ends. And we've been told how to behave before; this is just more of the
same.
	Lance furrowed his delicate brows. "I guess you're right; I don't
know why it pisses me off so much."
	"This is all still new to both of us, Lance. We're not the first
gay couple to have to hide our relationship, either. We live in an
intolerant world." He hugged Lance tighter.
	"Hmm!" Lance made a low satisfied sound deep in his throat. "When
you do that you make me believe that everything will be all right." He said
softly.
	"It will, James." JC kissed Lance on the ear. "I swear it will."
	"Make love to me." In Lance's deep voice it came out half request,
half command.
	"Don't have to ask me twice." JC wasted no time peeling Lance's
sweater off, then he went to work on the blond's tender nipples while
undoing his pants, and at the same time pushing him backwards towards the
bed. Lance lost his balance and they fell over onto the bed, laughing, in a
tangle. Lance tried to get up but JC gently pushed him back, then took off
his shoes, socks, and pants. Then he quickly stripped out of his own
clothes, and climbed between Lance's legs. He didn't touch his lover's cock
at first, instead licking his heavy balls and inner thighs. Then he tongued
the shaft, and finally, when Lance was reduced to incoherent guttural moans
did he take the head in his mouth and deep throat as much of that thick
nine inches as he could. He pulled on his balls as he sucked, bringing
Lance close to orgasm, then pulled back. The blond let out a plaintive
whimper as JC jumped up and rummaged through his luggage. "I'm looking for
the KY, kiddo, settle down!" He smiled.
	JC found it soon enough, and in a moment his lubricated finger was
sliding into Lance's tight ass, making the blond's cock surge upward to
even greater hardness. "That's my Lance!" He worked two fingers in and
sucked on the younger boy's swollen cockhead, while pumping his own dick.
	Lance grabbed his head in both hands and pushed down on his meat,
grunting in satisfaction.
	After a few more sucks JC let the cockhead slip from his mouth and
he scooted forward, raising Lance's muscled legs. Lance braced himself as
he felt the head of JC's penis at his sphincter. It went in fairly easily
this time, with almost no pain. Joshua looked down at Lance tentatively, as
if to ask if it was okay to go further. Lance smiled and nodded, his hands
caressing his lean lover's tight ass.
	JC pushed, and both boys groaned in pleasure as his cock slid into
Lance's ass all the way in one long, slow motion. JC hit bottom and his
lips met the blond's in a deep French kiss. They remained like that for
several minutes, JC's cock barely moving deep inside Lance while they
kissed and caressed, fondling each other's nipples and stomachs. JC
wriggled so his stomach rubbed against Lance's surging penis.
	JC raised his head to look into Lance's eyes in the dim
light. Lance smiled up at him, that beautiful angelic smile that JC knew he
couldn't live without.
	"I love you." They both said it at once, then laughed quietly. JC
stroked Lance's cheek with his fingertips while they gazed lovingly into
each others' eyes.  Then he rested his head on Lance's shoulder.
	"I guess that's what Justin's mom means by us being 'in sync'."
Lance said, caressing JC's hair.
	"I doubt that this is what she had in mind -- or ever would have
imagined!"  JC said with a laugh.
	"True...oooooh" Lance moaned as Josh slid his cock part-way out
then all the way in again. In playful retaliation, he tightened his ass
around the hard tool, eliciting a groan of appreciation from JC.
	"Ready?" The taller boy asked a few moments later.
	"Yes!"
	JC pushed Lance's legs back further towards his shoulders and began
a slow, long piston of his lover's ass, using as much of his cock as
possible. A few times he slipped out, but Lance quickly guided him back
in. With his free hand, Lance stroked his own penis. In this way they made
love for a very long time, pausing sometimes to kiss and rest. Finally,
Lance said he couldn't hold out much longer, and JC accelerated his own
fucking, until he, too, was close. This brought Lance to his own point of
no return and his ass tightened as he pumped himself furiously.  Cum
erupted from his cock and spurted all over his chest and stomach, while JC
finished with short jabs into Lance's constricted hole and sent himself
over the brink. He filled Lance's ass with his thick cum and then sank down
onto his lover, lowering the blond's legs and sliding his softening cock
out.
	"Hmmm, that was great, as usual." Lance whispered in Josh's ear.
	"You were wonderful... you are wonderful." JC answered.
	After they recovered themselves, the boys climbed into the shower
together, both feeling incongruously self-conscious with their nakedness in
the bright bathroom light. Once under the warm spray, however, they
embraced and spontaneously kissed. Their passions sated for the time being,
they kissed to express their tender love, their deep feeling for each
other. Eventually they managed to separate long enough to soap each
other. JC in particular enjoyed shampooing Lance's thick hair and massaging
his scalp -- almost as much as Lance enjoyed it.
	"Mmmm, Josh, I never had a scalp massage! It's great! Almost better
than...  sex."
	"Good thing you said 'almost', Scoop."
	Lance did his impression of the girl in the shampoo commercial
where she moans and groans as if she is having sex. "Ohhh, ahhhh! Ohhh
yesss!" He crowed.
	"Very, funny!" JC smirked, playfully smacking Lance on the ass and
shoving him under the shower spray.
	They got out and dried themselves; by now both had hardons again,
but it was past three in the morning; they knew they needed to get to
sleep. Lance pulled on a clean pair of boxer-briefs and they climbed into
bed.
	They kissed tenderly a few minutes, then Lance said, "Let me hold
you tonight."
	JC smiled. "I'd like that." He turned and playfully wriggled his
naked ass against Lance's crotch as the blond hugged him.
	"I wanted to ask you something..." Lance whispered, his breath warm
on JC's neck. He ran his fingers through the fine hairs on JC's chest.
	"Anything, James."
	"I don't want you to feel pressured, and I understand completely if
you don't want to because I'm so, uh, you know, big..."
	"You want to fuck me?" JC cut to the chase.
	"Well, only if you really want to try it. I mean, I like you doing
me just great, I'd be happy if that's all --"
	"Lance," JC cut him off, "You are just too sweet for words. But you
don't need to worry. I want you to make love to me. I want to take you
inside me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little worried cause you are
such a big stud..." He thrust back a little "...but I want to try. I'm sure
with some work I can take it. I want you to know the pleasure I feel when
I'm inside you, babe."
	Lance kissed him on the neck and hugged him tight. "You are the
best, you know that."
	"I try. For you, I want to be." Joshua whispered almost inaudibly,
his throat constricting with emotion.

---

	JC was treading water. It was night and he was in the ocean; the
water was rough, causing him to bob up and down in the stormy foam. His
head frequently dipped below the surface despite his best efforts, and he
was getting so tired. What was he doing here? He had fallen off the boat
with Lance... was everything that had happened between them just a dream --
a vision over a few moments of time? No!  They were lovers, Lance loved
him. He looked at his wrist: there was no white-gold bracelet. 'Oh, God,
please...'
	But where was Lance? JC felt a surge of adrenaline and he
desperately thrashed about in the foamy sea searching for his Lance.
	There! not far away, the blond was himself treading, and the water
seemed calmer. He felt intense relief to know that his beloved Lance was
all right. JC called out and swam as hard as he could, but he got no
closer, and Lance seemed unable to hear him. Then JC saw something which
made him suddenly fear for Lance all over again: fins. Several sharks were
circling and closing in.
	There would be no miraculous rescue this time. JC fought and
screamed with all his might, but Lance seemed oblivious not only to him but
to the threat. Then JC's vision blurred and the world changed.
	They were in a nightclub: a huge logo on the walls said "Liquid
Assets."  Lights flashed blindingly, and the floor itself seemed to be
covered with shimmering water. Lance was on a go-go platform near the DJ
booth, dancing the way he usually did at clubs: without moving his feet. JC
was on the dance floor, people pressing close to him all around so he
couldn't move towards Lance. The sharks in the water rose up and somehow
transformed into young women in tight, very short dresses. First one, then
another, climbed to the platform with Lance and began to dance very
erotically with him. They caressed him, rubbed themselves against him,
shamelessly trying to arouse him. While he did nothing to resist or fend
them off, nor did he pay them the least amount of attention. His bodyguard,
a huge black man they called House, stood in the shadows just a few feet
away with an approving smile on his face. As JC watched, jealous, helpless,
and fascinated, Lance held his arms aloft and danced, seemingly oblivious
to the women grinding their hips and breasts against his body. When one
tried to kiss him he would turn his head away and sip his drink, almost as
if it were some sort of game.
	Joshua wanted desperately to stop this perverse exercise, but he
was unable to move or speak. Finally, Lance gestured to House and stepped
off the platform, leaving the young women standing in surprise. House
escorted Lance away from the dance floor. Then a dark-haired man stepped
out of the crowd and stopped Lance. He couldn't see the man's face, but
Lance smiled at him and they talked for a moment. The man leaned in and it
looked like he and Lance kissed! Then the hugged and Lance continued on his
way. The man turned -- it was Terry.
	Josh tried to call out, to do anything, but he was forced to dance
in this mob...

	JC woke up with a start. Lance was in his arms, sleeping
peacefully.  Somehow in the night they had reverted back to what had become
their usual position. Josh took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was
just a dream. He felt the heavy bracelet around his wrist, Lance's gift of
love. They belonged to each other, forever. Nothing could break their
bond. He pulled the sleeping youth against him possessively. 'Please God,
never let anything or anyone come between us. I love him so much, I'd die
without my Lance.' Tears stung his eyes.
	Then he began to think about what he could give Lance as a token of
his feelings in return...

---

	The next few days were filled with recording sessions for the
group. Justin and Terry didn't get to see much of each other except at
night. Terry had a lot to do on the web site, plus he was assigned to
create computerized 'profiles' for the guys in the group as part of an
introduction that would play on the big screen at the beginning of the tour
shows.
 	Lance and JC reluctantly adapted to concealing their affections
except when they were alone -- or at least just with the other guys.
	On the second day Alex brought them advance tapes of a few tracks
off the new Backstreet Boys' album, including 'I Want it That Way,' 'Larger
Than Life,' and 'I'll Be the One.' It was this last song that they would be
appearing with the Backstreet Boys on.
	They listened to the tape together one afternoon in the
studio. There was a long silence after 'I'll Be the One' faded out.
	"Damn!" Muttered Chris. "That rocked."
	"It was pretty good." JC agreed. "I can see why they are releasing
'That Way' first as a video. But they are all good. We have our work cut
out for us."
	"I'll say you do!"
	They all spun around. Standing in the doorway was Nick Carter,
wearing his characteristic crooked smile, his blond hair falling into his
eyes. Lance and JC had been holding hands; when they saw Nick they
reflexively jerked apart. Nick didn't seem to notice.
	Nick was not a bad guy deep down; all the 'N Sync guys liked him
okay -- most of the time. But he was immature, even compared to Justin, who
was a year younger. And he could cop an attitude.
	"Hey Nick!" Chris was the first to jump up and shake his hand. "You
got some slammin' stuff there."
	"Yeah we're pretty happy with it. You guys seen the script for
'One'? It's wild."
	"Not yet." Joey answered him.
	"I'll let it be a surprise then; you should get them today. We're
in studio 5A putting some finishing touches on a couple of songs if you
wanna stop by. The vid shoot starts Monday I think." He started to duck
back out, but turned and looked pointedly at Lance and JC. "Now you boys
behave, okay? I got my eye on you!" And he winked lasciviously at Lance.
	As the door closed, Justin turned in his chair. "What was dat
about?"
	"He obviously knows about JC and me." Lance answered, putting his
arm possessively around his lover. JC scowled. He didn't like the way Nick
looked at Lance.

---

	The filming of "I Drive Myself Crazy" went uneventfully, and at
Alex's insistence Lance and JC had very little interaction on-camera. Each
guy made up his own vignette, each being some sort of misbehavior which
made their girlfriend walk out on them. Lance's involved him ignoring his
girl while he plucked at flower petals. Alex was not happy but the director
loved it -- almost as much as he loved filming JC writhing in restraints on
the hospital dolly.
	During a break to reset the lighting, Lance snuck over to JC while
he was still in the straight jacket on the dolly. "Do you think we could
get some of these for our bedroom?" He whispered into JC's ear while he
fingered the restraints.
	Josh's eyes went wide. "Ohhhh! Kinky! My Lance is a kinky boy!" He
squirmed around erotically. "I'll remember that comment, Scoop!" He
winked. "But I wanted to ask you what you're supposed to be thinking while
you pluck out flower petals?"
	Lance leaned down close again. "'JC loves me, JC loves me not, JC
Loves me...'"  He smiled.
	But Joshua didn't smile. "Of course I love you!" He tried to reach
out to Lance and was of course unable to move because of his
restraints. "Dammit I want to hug you." He muttered, looking hurt.
	Lance looked around then quickly kissed JC. "I know you do. I
didn't mean it like that! Now you lie still and Nurse Lance is going to get
your SHOT."
	JC started madly trying to get free. "No! You know how I hate
shots!" He wailed, pretending to panic.
	"They should get that performance on film!" Lance smiled and walked
away.

---

	The day came for 'N Sync to have their cameo in the Backstreet
Boy's video for "I'll Be the One." The video was a sprawling epic which
would be over fifteen minutes long in it's full form. Naturally there would
be a three-plus minute edited version as well. The concept went something
like this: in a fantastic setting something between King Arthur and
J.R.R. Tolkien, Kevin was a regal medieval king and the other Backstreet
Boys are knights or wizards in his council. Nick and Brian, because of
their features and fair hair, would be transformed with makeup and pointed
ears into an Elven warrior and Elven magician, respectively. (Nick in
particular was excited about being an Elf; Brian about all the
special-effects magic he would be wielding.) AJ is a warrior with gleaming
armor and two swords while Howie wears flowing robes and has martial arts
skills. At the beginning of the story, evil creatures under the control of
a monster known of the Goblin-king are seen looting villages across the
countryside. A beautiful princess-ambassador is on her way to Kevin's
kingdom to ask for help, but is captured by evil creatures and taken to the
tower of the Goblin-king. Kevin learns of her distress, and he sends out
messages to his allies ('N Sync) for aid. Kevin gathers his own men (the
other Backstreet Boys) and they meet in a grand council chamber, each
proclaiming that he will "Be the One" to rescue her. Kevin raises his sword
and it glows with a magical light. The princess is shown trapped in a tower
in a forbidding castle.
	During the chorus the five Boys, all in beautiful medieval
costumes, ride in slow motion across a grassy field, ahead of a great
army. They are met by the hordes of fanged, semi-human creatures outside
the dark castle, and the battle begins. Kevin has a huge glittering sword,
Nick a bow, AJ his curved swords and Howie a staff. Brian shoots fireballs
from his hands, blasting the creatures to cinders. As the battle continues,
however, the Boys begin to grow tired and the monsters keep coming. The
Goblin king is seen gloating over the princess.
	But just as the Boys -- and the song -- falter, a chorus of "Tearin
up My Heart," played like a fanfare, erupts from nearby (a little humor
never hurts). Over a hill rides 'N Sync. They lead another army, and above
them flutters a banner with the 'N Sync flame. JC is an armored king, Lance
is an Elven warrior, Justin a fair- Elven sorcerer who can cast lightning
from his fingers, Joey is a Celtic-style fighter and Chris is a Samurai
with his braids in a topknot. They charge into the creatures and drive them
back. When the heroes reach the castle gate together they face a set of
huge doors. Brian prepares to cast a spell but he is too weak from
fighting: his magic fizzles out. Justin rides next to him and places a hand
on his shoulder.  Together they shout a spell and hold out their hands --
and in a blast of fire the doors are destroyed. They ride into the castle
in triumph, destroying their foes and making their way to the princess. The
goblin-king curses them and flees; 'N Sync pursues him. Meanwhile the Boys
find the princess unharmed and free her from her chains. With the others
standing nearby, Kevin helps her to her feet and they depart. As the song
fades they ride away home.

	There were castle sets, and the outdoor scenes would actually be
filmed on a golf course so they could have lots of rolling grassy hills to
use. Backgrounds, armies and a lot of other elements would be digitally
added later.
	Everyone had a fun time doing the video; Justin and Lance
especially enjoyed being made-up as Elves. Justin and Brian got along very
well, and Justin thought he noticed Nick looking at him strangely when he
had his hand on Brian's shoulder for the big magic scene. Kevin lived up to
his reputation as the Backstreet Boys' father figure, constantly checking
on everyone to make sure they were on time and knew their marks. As the
group's most experienced equestrian, he also helped the other guys get
comfortable with their horses. Nick in particular was nervous around his
white mare, and the animal sensed his unease. Kevin came over and patted
the horse on the neck at the same time standing very close to Nick. "You
doing okay, Nicky?" He asked softly.
	"Yah, I guess. But I don't think this beast likes me." Nick
answered in his slightly nasal tenor.
	"It's all about how you deal with the animal, Nick." Kevin
answered, his voice a monotone which Nick and the horse found
soothing. Kevin took the blond's hand and guided it along the horse's neck,
at the same time leaning closer behind Nick, so his chin was almost on the
younger boy's shoulder. "See? Speak quietly, act in a confident manner, and
the horse will pick up on it. A horse is a living creature, Nick, not a
pile of scuba equipment. You have to get in tune with it."
	Nick couldn't help smiling his trademark crooked smile. "Like you
and I are in tune, man?"
	"Yeah, like that." Kevin slipped his arm around Nick's waist with
his free hand. "Now get on the horse and get ready to ride." He moved away,
but not before giving the attractive blond a friendly smack on the ass.

	"Hey AJ." Howie elbowed his fellow Backstreet Boy.
	"Yah, homie?" AJ looked up from polishing his sword.
	Howie D. cocked his chin towards where Kevin and Nick were
standing.
	AJ peered looked over his rectangular glasses. "I spy Nick and
Kevin playing horsey. What's the 411?"
	"Have you noticed the way Kevin has been even more up close and
personal with Nick recently?"
	"They got that memo in Siberia weeks ago, where you been?"
	"D'you think they're gettin it on?" Howie sounded a little
wistful... or even jealous.
	"I think Nick's headed for a world of trouble if he doesn't get his
blond head screwed on straight, if you know what I mean. Kevin or Brian,
pick one, kiddo, before things get ugly."
	"Either way, could spell trouble for the group."
	"You got that right. Not much we can do, though, except ride out
the storm."
	'Or maybe comfort whoever comes out the loser.' Howie thought
hopefully.
	Coming out of a nearby trailer where he was having his makeup done,
Brian Littrell was just in time to see his cousin Kevin pat Nick on the
butt. His face creased into an angry frown. 'Nicky's gonna pay for that
later,' He thought to himself.

	It was getting late, Lance and JC were standing around waiting for
one of their scenes with the Backstreet Boys. In addition to his ears being
pointed, Lance wore a pale gray surcoat with silver and green embroidery, a
silver diadem on his head with green stones, and grey breeches. He looked
every bit the Elf-Prince. JC wore blue garments with silvery chain-mail
(actually aluminum, much lighter than steel would have been) a flowing blue
cloak and simple gold crown. He too, looked quite majestic holding his
gleaming sword.
	Lance noticed that Kevin seemed very close to Nick. "Hey, Josh."
Lance nudged JC.
	"Yeah, you sexy Elf?"
	Lance paused a moment, as he felt himself blushing yet again. Would
he ever get over being thrilled whenever JC complimented him like that? He
hoped not.  "Have you noticed how Kevin and Nick have been acting a little
different than the last time we hung out with them?"
	"Like how?" JC craned his neck to see them on the set.
	"Like, see how Kevin has his arm around Nick? And Nick is kind of
leaning on him. He seems to always be touching Nick."
	"That's no different than you and I always were..." JC trailed off.
	"Exactly." Lance smiled.
	"You don't think that Nick and Kevin... I mean Nick I can see, but
Kevin always struck me as straight. And I thought Brian and Nick were the
big buddies.  Don't they call each other Frick and Frack?"
	"Me, too, but look at them. It's kind of cute." Lance couldn't help
smiling.
	"What are the Elf and the King whispering about?" Joey poked his
head between them. Lance still hadn't gotten used to Joe's fluorescent red
hair. He'd had it done right after they arrived in LA. Joey was dressed
like a Celtic warrior, with face-paint and kilt, looking quite fierce.
	"Well I don't like to gossip, but..." Lance nodded towards Kevin
and Nick.
	"Hmm, you're thinking that those two are bed-buddies? And I had it
figured as Brian and Nick, and Brian's girlfriend was just a beard."
	"'Beard'?" Lance turned to him with a quizzical look.
	"You're from the sticks of Mississippi, I forget!" Joey
laughed. "When a gay man needs to appear straight to the public, he dates
or even marries a woman, but it's all a sham. She is called a 'beard'. Like
Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. Funny that I have to be explaining this to
YOU!"
	"Tom Cruise is gay?" Lance was incredulous.
	"But what do you think?" JC pressed.
	"I think you guys need to get to your marks before Nigel yells at
you. As for those two, could be. I'd bet my Superman necklace that Nick
plays at least part- time on your team."
	"I've never done it with an Elf before." JC put his arm around
Lance and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as they walked over to the set.
	"We'll mess up our outfits." Lance frowned.
	"Killjoy." JC teased.


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'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC

CHAPTER ELEVEN

	Justin lay in Terry's arms. It was four in the morning and he was
wide awake. He could hear Terry's almost silent breathing and knew he was
asleep. The blond longed to talk to someone about his dilemma, but he
didn't want to wake his friend.
	 He would have to tell his mother tomorrow. They would be going
back to Orlando in a few days, and he couldn't just show up with Terry in
tow and suddenly announce that they were living together and he wanted
Terry to stay with them.
	He had to tell his mother he was gay. And his father, but that
could wait.
	And what about JC and Lance? JC and Chris had been living in
Justin's house for awhile now -- would Lance move in with them or would JC
move into Lance's house? Lance's parents had also been talking about moving
to Orlando. Neither Lance nor JC had said anything to their parents
yet. 'Maybe we should just have a big outing party,' he thought ruefully.
	Terry stirred against him and he felt the older guy's strong chest
against his back. 'Why am I afraid to go all the way with him? Am I afraid
I won't like it? Am I afraid I WILL like it?' He asked himself.
	Or was it that he really wanted his first time to be with... JC. He
loved JC, and that wasn't going to change soon. His first vague, gay sexual
fantasies were of kissing JC. But JC was with Lance and they seemed very
happy together. He had to accept the fact that he and JC were not going to
be more than friends. And here he was with someone who was kind and patient
and handsome and who seemed to really care about him. What more could he
want?
	Justin unconsciously squeezed Terry's hand which was pressed
against his chest. At the same time he felt his dick hardening. He tried to
imagine what it would be like, Terry holding him just like this, but his
hard penis sliding into Justin's ass, screwing him like a woman. He'd heard
that it hurt at first but then it felt good. How was that possible? Terry
was so much more experienced, he'd think Justin was stupid if he asked all
these ignorant questions
	"You okay, baby?" The dark-haired guy murmured sleepily.
	"I guess."
	"Sounds like a 'no'." Terry sighed and pulled him closer. "Talk to
me."
	"It's nothing. It's stupid." Justin mumbled.
	"Please tell me." Terry's normally confident sounding bass voice
took on a tone of pleading, and he tenderly caressed Justin's chest.
	"I... I want to make love, but... I'm scared 'cause I don't know
what to do."
	"Is that all?" Terry sighed. "Don't worry, it's not rocket
science. It's not like we'll have an audience, its just you and me. And I
promise not to laugh, well, not to laugh AT you; sometimes sex can be
pretty funny; you have to have a sense of humor about it. And besides, from
what I've seen so far, you're a natural." He nuzzled into Justin and began
to playfully kiss his neck.
	"I guess I'm also scared about telling my mother about being gay."
Justin was getting distracted by Terry's sensuous kisses -- and the feeling
of the other guy's hard dick pressing against his ass.
	"Well that's certainly understandable. It's terrifying to come
out. But from what you've told me about her, she'll be alright. I'm worried
about what she'll think of me. Her baby is dating some old guy."
	"You are NOT old!" Justin said angrily, twisting around to face
Terry. "You're only 27, and you look more like JC's age."
	"That's sweet of you to say."
	"'S true." He scooted forward to give Terry a kiss, but the
designer pulled Justin against him. He held the back of Justin's' head and
kissed him lustily, his tongue slithering between the boy's parted
lips. Both their cocks were hard now and pushing against the fabric of
their boxers. Justin grabbed Terry's ass and dragged his hips closer so
their crotches were together. Then he realized that his snake had gotten
out: his dick was poking out of the flap and rubbing against...  Terry's
uncovered dick.
	Justin almost came. He didn't, but a load of precum flowed from his
dick. He continued to pull and rolled so that Terry was on top of him.
	Just then Terry released Justin's lips from his lock. "Uh... maybe
we...  should..." he panted.
	"No." Justin said defiantly, even as he slid his hand under the
waistband of Terry's boxers. For the first time his fingers touched the
bare skin of black-belt athlete's hard ass. He shuddered with excitement as
he cupped Terry's rounded ass cheeks, then kneaded the muscles.
	Terry laid across the blond and groaned, unwilling to argue if
Justin wanted to go further. He rocked his hips so their cocks rubbed
together.
	Justin slid the boxers down, but he realized that of course they
were caught on Terry's hardon. He reached around just as the designer
realized what he was up to and raised himself up on his hips. Justin's hand
went right around Terry's thick seven inches. He gasped in surprise, but
didn't take his hand away.  "Oops." He whispered. He had never felt another
man's penis before. It was an electrifying sensation, so tender but
hard. It gave him a tremendous sense of power -- and a kind of
responsibility -- to hold it in his hand. "Wow, man, it's really... cool."
He mumbled.
	"Uhh, thanks." Terry gasped as Justin fondled his cock. "Can I...?"
	"Yeah, only fair." He grinned in the dark. "Let's get our skivvies
off."
	They each removed their own boxers and tossed them on the
floor. Then, lying next to each other, Justin brazenly grabbed Terry's cock
again.
	"Ohhh, Jus." He moaned, then gingerly reached out and wrapped his
hand around the teenager's hard dick. It wasn't terribly thick, but it was
at least as long as his own, curving upwards, with a big mushroom
head. "Yours is really nice too."  He said appreciatively, as he began to
gently stoke it.
	"Ohhhh, god!" Justin groaned.
	Terry paused and gently squeezed the blond's pulsing rod. "Do you
want me to stop?"
	Suddenly Justin wrapped his arms around Terry and pulled him close;
Terry released the blond's cock and returned the hug. Their hard dicks
rubbed together, drooling precum. For a long time Justin didn't move.
	"Baby, what is it?" Terry asked, concern in his voice.
	"Shit!" Justin muttered. "I'm sorry. God you are so hot, you are so
damn hot.  But I can't do this, not yet. I am so sorry. Tomorrow, okay?"
	"When and if you are ready." Terry kissed him on the forehead. "But
we better at least put our underwear on so I'm not tempted to ravage you in
the night."
	Justin broke a smile at that. "'Kay."
	They got settled again, Justin half lying on the designer. After
several minutes of silence, Justin whispered, "Terry?"
	"Hmmm?" He was half asleep.
	"I love you."
	Terry felt himself smile. 'Maybe all this frustration is worth it
after all.' He thought. "I think I love you, too, you little tease."
	Like a child, Justin snuggled himself up against Terry. 'Tomorrow,
after I tell mom, then I want to go all the way with him. Man I sound like
a girl, oh well. God, he feels so good, and he is so cool to put up with
me.'

---

	At that very moment Nick Carter was lowering his quivering young
ass onto Kevin Richardson's very thick, very hard, nine-inch cock.
	"Oooh, yeah Nicky that's my boy..." Kevin groaned as Nick's ass
stretched around his throbbing cock-head. "I've been waiting for your hot
ass all day"
	Nick bit his lip as he forced himself down on Kevin's huge
rod. "You are so big!" He whimpered. He knew what Kevin liked to hear.
	"Who's your daddy, Nicky-boy?" Kevin's strong hands roughly
caressed Nick's baby-soft skin.
	"You are my daddy! Fuck me daddy!" Nick snarled in his high-pitched
voice as he sank all the way down. He spread his hands across the wide
planes of Kevin's defined pecs and paused to catch his breath. It always
took a minute for his ass to get used to Kevin's horse-cock. Brian's was
bad enough but Kevin had a real monster.
	Kevin stared up at him, his eyes burning with lust. "Yes and you
are my baby, Nick. You are my little boy, all mine." He tenderly brushed
Nick's hair out of his eyes. "Now ride daddy's cock."
	'God he feels great.' Nick thought as he rocked up, then settled
down onto Kevin again, eliciting a groan of pleasure from his big hunky
partner. 'Am I falling in love with him? God would I even know it if I was;
never having been in love. All Brian ever does is fuck me and leave me like
a cheap trick, but Kevin is so nice, he treats me good. I hope he doesn't
find out about Brian.' He stopped thinking about that when 'daddy' wrapped
his big hand around Nick's throbbing penis.
	"I want to make you happy, Nicky." Kevin whispered, pumping Nick's
six inches gently.
	"I want to make you happy too... daddy." Nick whispered, and wiped
tears from his eyes. 'It's just from the pain of his goddamn monster in my
ass.' He lied to himself.
	It wasn't long before Nick's movements weren't enough for Kevin. He
wrapped his arms around the blond boy and rolled them both over, keeping
his cock buried in the boy's love tunnel. He propped Nick's ankles on his
shoulders and rammed his cock in all the way.
	"Ahh!" Nick cried out, but his fingers were already digging into
the big guy's back.
	"Am I hurting you?" Kevin's dark brows furrowed in concern.
	"No! Fuck me, Kev, daddy, harder! Show how you like my ass!"
	Needing no more encouragement, Kevin started pounding Nick with all
his considerable strength, slamming his big cock in all the way with every
thrust.  Nick's cock had softened somewhat, but Kevin took hold of it and
began to roughly jack it. Soon Nick was rock hard again and gasping for
air. He let out a choked cry as he came all over himself, and Kevin kept
fucking his tender ass. Finally, when Nick thought he couldn't take it a
moment longer, he felt Kevin speed up, then groan as he blasted his copious
load into him. Still semi-hard, he lowered himself onto Nick and began to
kiss him tenderly. "Oh Nicky," he whispered, "That was great. Are you okay,
baby?" He looked down at Nick with a gentle gaze. "You're so hot, I want
you to like it too, you know."
	"Yes, yes, I'm okay." Nick sobbed, turning his head away. 'God I am
such a whore.' He thought, hating himself for cheating on Kevin -- with
Kevin's own cousin no less.

---

	At ten till Eight in the morning, Lance went to Justin's room and
knocked.  They had arranged to meet there then pick up Nick Carter so they
could all go downstairs together and catch the waiting limo to take them to
the Teen People Awards photo shoot and filming. After just a moment Justin
opened the door and stepped out. "Hey, bud." He smiled at Lance. They
headed for the elevator.
	"Hey Curly, kinda early, huh?"
	"Yeah, doin' okay, though, you?"
	"Not bad, did you eat?" Lance asked.
	"Yeah, we had room service, You?"
	"Yeah, we... uh, I did too."
	"It's okay, man, really." Justin playfully bumped shoulders with
Lance.
	"What?"
	"I understand you're trying to be nice, and not rub it in, but I'm
okay with you and JC, really. It's not like I don't know you're in the same
room." He smiled.  "You guys are my best friends and I'm happy for you."
	They were coming up to Nick's door by then. "Thanks Justin, I
really appreciate that." Lance reached over and pulled him into a hug.
	At first Justin felt awkward but then he realized that he missed
hugging Lance, and hadn't since he'd found Lance and JC on the beach after
the accident.  They had almost never fought in all the years they'd known
each other, and Justin had often confided in him. Lance had always been a
good friend and a kind person, and he was no different now. Justin hugged
him back and held on. "Well, I'm sorry I've been kind of creepy about it
the last few days, but so much has happened..."
	"You've been upset and I can completely understand why."
	"I've taken my jealousy out on you, and you don't deserve
it. You've always been my friend. I hope we're still best buds."
	"Of course, Justin."
	They released each other, both smiling shyly.
	"Okay, guess we better get Nick." Justin knocked, but there was no
answer.  "Typical Nick Carter, not ready." Justin shook his head.
	"Here I am, sorry guys!" Nick was just emerging from the next room.
	"Where yah been, man?" Justin raised an eyebrow. Nick looked
disheveled: his hair was messed up, he was perspiring and one of his shoes
was untied. "Who's room is dat?"
	"Uhh, Kevin's room. We were just uh, talking. He wanted to talk to
me about what to say for the Teen People Interview." He breezed past them
and trotted towards the elevator. "Okay! Let's go!"
	Justin and Lance exchanged glances. "He's a bad liar." Lance
whispered.
	"Yah." Justin smirked. And it looks like he and Kevin were doin'
some energetic talkin."
	"You don't think..." But Lance couldn't finish his question because
the elevator arrived and they had to join Nick inside. Was he right about
Nick and Kevin?
	Everything went smoothly enough at the Teen People photo shoot,
interviews and the filming for the TV special, though Nick seemed to be
especially irritating this morning with his thinly veiled comments to them
about their boyfriends. And it seemed to Justin that Nick was actually
flirting with Lance.
	Then Lance had his interview for the magazine blurb, and Justin
overheard him say something like "I always ask myself before I do
something, 'Would my mother approve?'" He smiled to himself at that. It was
hard to imagine conservative, Southern Baptist Diane Bass approving of
Lance and JC doin' the nasty. But she loved her son more than
anything. Hopefully she would come to accept that he was gay.
	They were back in their regular clothes and about to leave when
Alex appeared with a young woman in a tight knit dress. Justin thought she
looked like one of the other Top 20 Teens.
	Alex brought her up to them. "Lance, Nick and Justin, I'd like you
to meet Danielle Fishel, she's on the ABC show 'Boy Meets World.' Danielle,
this is Justin Timberlake and Lance Bass of 'N Sync, and Nick Carter of the
Backstreet Boys.
	Justin and Lance politely shook hands with Danielle. Nick stared
with open hostility. He nodded coldly at her; while he was in makeup he'd
overheard something about Danielle being recruited as a beard, but he
wasn't yet sure who was about to become the victim... maybe it was him.
	"Well, I have some calls to make. Why don't you all get
acquainted?" Alex pointedly looked at Lance before he scuttled away,
leaving the 'N Sync boys feeling confused. Nick just stood there, though
now he was smirking. He'd just figured out the target, and he was going to
enjoy watching the fireworks.
	Danielle smiled at Lance. "So I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each
other." She moved a little closer to him.
	Justin arched an eyebrow. What was this all about?
	"Uh, I'm, uh, afraid I don't understand." Lance stuttered.
	Danielle pouted and tossed her hair. "Alex told us that you had an
image problem and I was asked to help out."
	"'Image problem'?" Lance's jaw dropped.
	"Yeah, and I can sure see what he was talking about. But don't
worry, with a little coaching from me we can make it believable -- maybe
you'll learn to like it!"  She smiled seductively and took Lance's hand.
	Justin had never seen Lance so angry. He jerked his hand away from
Danielle and stormed after Alex without a word.
	"He's kind of cute when he's angry. Not so queeny." She smirked.
	"You bettah back off, bitch!" Justin stabbed a finger in her
face. "Don' be messin with mah peep!"
	"Stay out of this with your faux ghetto talk, little boy." She
brushed his hand away. "This comes from above Johnny and Lou; it's gotten
back to your record company... and the Disney people. They helped make you
a success, if you can remember a few months back when you were nobodies. We
all worship at the altar of the Mouse in the end, you know. I am doing you
a favor before your record sales take a nose dive and you're a little
bleach-blond nobody again." The girl who played Topanga smiled as Justin's
eyes opened wide in shock. "That's right, you're friend's gotten a little
too gay for the suits. And if I were you, I would play it cool.  You're not
obvious like Lance, but you're walking a fine line.
	"And don't you look so smug Mister Backstreet Girl." She favored
the leering Nick with an evil smile which made his expression change to one
of fear. "You think I don't know about you and that tall dark handsome
stud? Spend some of your fans' allowance money and buy a clue."
	She turned and walked away after Lance, working her tight black
knit dress.  'Jeez are all the guys in these boy-bands fags?' She
wondered. 'Lance is a pretty thing, but what a challenge. It'll be fun
though, especially in front of his boyfriend.  Boys are sooo easy to
torture.'
	Justin and Nick both took a moment to recover from Danielle's
dissing, but then they each turned to the other with a knowing look.
	"Soooo..." Justin cocked an eyebrow. "Tall dark and handsome? Now I
know why you we're all red-faced and sweaty comin out of Kevin's room,
buddayh!" You and Kevin Richardson been gettin' busy! How long has dat been
goin' on?"
	That was enough to make Nick's smirk fade again. "Man you gotta
promise me you won't tell anybody! Nobody else in the group knows,
especially Brian."
	"So it is true!" Justin had only half believed it.
	Nick only then realized he'd walked right into a confession. 'Quick
Thinking' is not a term often associated with the natural blond. "Shit!" He
smacked himself on the forehead. "Okay, yeah. And Brian doesn't
know. Promise me you won't say. I'll do anything!" At that point he moved
closer to Justin and rubbed up against the taller, lean boy. "Anything."
	"Jeez man!" Justin shrank away from him. "What kind of cheap slut
are you?  You sleeping with Brian too, is that it? You're cheatin on the
cousins?"
	Nick didn't say a thing but his red face spoke volumes.
	"Hey, I won't say jack, it's none of my business. But you need to
get your head straight cause you are on the fast track to a busted face,
and somebody's gonna get a broken heart."
	"And I suppose you and that roadie you're hooked up with are all
special and monogamous. Don't tell me you and JC aren't gettin some on the
side."
	"We're not, slut-for-brains. And if you were smart you'd quit
playing games and be with one man."
	"Yeah, whatever. So what's the deal with Lance?"
	"I dunno, but I don't want to be in his shoes right now, having to
pretend to date that ho'."
	"She's a bitch on wheels all right. I'd like to claw her eyes out."
	"One day man I man call in my favor on just that."
	"Meow!" Nick made clawing motions with his hands as he did a
convincing cat impression.

	Meanwhile Lance had caught up to Alex. He grabbed the manager by
the arm and spun him around. Alex Sommers had to admit he had never seen
Lance like this, and for a moment he actually thought the blond was going
to punch him.  "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" Lance snarled.
	"Call you back." Alex said into his phone before answering
Lance. "Trying desperately to save a career you seem bent on destroying."
He snapped.
	"What are you talking about?" Lance's brows furrowed. "JC and I did
what you asked; we have been very cool in public."
	"Don't play dumb with me, Lance, I know you better than that --
though you've been acting pretty stupid lately. It's been decided that it's
time for active damage control. We need to head this off from a PR point of
view. Danielle has some time off from her show and has agreed to take this
on as a project. She is going to be meeting up with you guys on the
tour. You two are now dating. You are going to be an 'item'."
	"No we are NOT!" Lance shouted, not caring that people were
staring.
	Alex just looked at him for a moment and sighed. "Listen, I don't
care what kind of homo stuff you and JC get into, as long as you keep it
below boards! And I don't care what you think about Danielle, but we're
already cranking up the machine -- tips have been sent to all the teen
mags. You're dating. It's just for a few months. I expect you to at least
pretend to like it."
	"It's not fair to JC! I won't go along with this!" Lance seethed.
	Alex opened his phone, his eyes cold as stone. "Yes, you will. Read
your contract. You will follow our directions in all things related to
image and PR. Now go apologize to Danielle. You can break it to your
boyfriend JC later. Oh, and tell your teen-idol buddy Justin to cool his
jets with Terry. You and he both behave or his favorite multimedia designer
is going to be looking for a job."
	"You're blackmailing me! If I don't date this girl you'll fire
Terry and ruin Justin's relationship!?" Lance couldn't believe how low this
guy could go.
	Alex shrugged. "Call it whatever you want." Then he hit a speed
dial button and turned away, dismissing the speechless Lance Bass. 'God I
loved doing that.'  Alex admitted to himself with a little smile. 'Damn
faggot prima-donna pretty boys need to be put in their place every once in
awhile.'
	
	
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