Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 20:15:21 EST
From: DanBriggs3000@cs.com
Subject: PIF16

Hi ho dear Nifty Readers! I'm back with chapter 16 of "Passion In Fashion"
Again this story is dedicated to all who enjoy reading the printed word,
and who enjoy mental stimulation from erotic literature. I am really
thankful to Nifty and to all the readers who continue to write me and
continue to enjoy my work. To this end I dedicate my work to you!


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DISCLAMER
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This is a work of fiction. No offence or mean intentions are meant towards
N'Sync. They are merely the players in my story. If you can't read this
where you live, Go somewhere where you can.


"Passion In Fashion" -16


AND NOW..........

The five men of N'Sync were ready and made up and miked for the
show. Justin, Joey, J.C., Lance and Chris were all set on stage. The band
was in their final preparation to play. The backup singers were fine-tuning
their voices. All were ready to give another knockout performance to the
multitude of people that had gathered to hear and see them perform. Lance
glanced around to his fellow members, as he looked them over one by
one. Chris was silent and dark, eyes intent, body taunt; Ready for
action. Justin twisted his head around, relaxing his neck, eyes forward and
ready to entertain. Joey was looking down at his shoes, checking to see
that the laces on his Air Jordan's were laced and set just right, and ready
to dance. And finally to J.C. Eyes forward, face a mask of seriousness,
stiff as a board, he looked ready for the show to start. All five men were
in position, as Craig ran onstage to give them a final look over.

"Ok guys, listen up! We have a full house, and they are wetting their
panties in anticipation." Craig paced the length of the stage to inspect
the men. The roar of the crow began to build, as the house lights dimmed
and the anticipation mounted. Craig spoke up as the roar increased.

" Alright you guys are perfect. Remember what we worked on and focus on
your work. Good luck and break a leg." And with that Craig ran off the
stage. As he entered the wings, Greg was there to meet him.

" Are they all set?" Greg asked anxiously.

" As ready as they'll ever be." Craig replied." I just hope they get that
number right." He kneaded his hands in nervous anticipation.

The announcer's voice boomed out like thunder, " And now, live and on
stage. The world's most phenomenal singing sensation. N'Sync!"

The curtain rose as the throng of females present began to scream in one
loud voice. The sound was deafening and a bit hypnotic. The group began to
spread out on stage into their opening number's positions. As they crossed
out to their prospective marks, All five men began to wave and blow kisses
to the assembled mass of people. This sent the fervor of the crowd into
over drive. The men lined up, and the band began to play the first notes of
" Bye Bye Bye"...


FASHION CONCIOUS

Jaime and Danny went out of Escobar's office and headed off towards an area
just in back of and to the left of the makeup area. As they walk, Jaime
spoke to Danny.

" So where did Lance find you?" His face was forward as he asked his
question.

Danny turned his head to answer him. " I work at Neiman Marcus in the men's
department. The group came in to get their outfits for the show, and I
helped Lance and he liked what I was able to do for him and I guess the
rest is history."

Jaime harumped as Danny finished. " Yeah I should have been there with the
guys today, but I was in LA looking for material for the backup singers."
Jaime headed towards a rack of clothes and began to rifle through them as
he continued. " I have to say you did a good job on what you picked out for
them, especially Lance." Jaime began to pick out shirts and pants and coats
and handing them to Danny. Danny's arms quickly began to fill with a pile
of clothes.

" Um Thanks." Danny said; slightly burdened by the amount of clothes he was
being handed.

" I have tried to get Lance made up in some nice stuff, but nothing ever
seemed to click. I must say you did what I was never able to do in 3
years." Jaime said as he handed the final shirt to Danny. Danny's face was
no longer visible under the mound of clothing that Jaime had stacked on
him. Jaime faced Danny and had seen what he had done, and laughed.

" Oh I'm sorry Danny. Here let me get a few of those." Jaime began to peel
away a few layers of the clothes he had deposited on the hapless young man.

"Thanks. " Danny replied. " Now I know what a cloak room feels like." Danny
looked at Jaime sheepishly. " Where are we taking the clothes?"

Jaime directed Danny towards the dressing rooms. " Well since you are now
Lance's fashion coordinator, You should have all his clothes. He is a 32
waist and 32 inseam. He is not good in red or yellow, and his eyes shine
with green." Jaime and Danny approached their destination.

"Here we are. Lance's room. I will send a rack for you to put this stuff
on, and you can meet up with me tomorrow so we can go over what they guys
will wear for their next concert." Jaime opened the door and led Danny
in. As Danny deposited the pile of clothes on the sofa, he heard the
announcer start the show. Danny's head snapped towards the door, as if to
get a better shot of hearing what was being said.

" Oh I gotta go see the show." Danny pleaded with Jaime; He looked at the
pleading man with humor. " Sure you can go see him. I'm not your boss,
Lance is."

Danny dropped the clothes and rushed on out the door towards the wings.



ROUSING PREFORMANCE


As Danny arrived at the stage Left wings, He met up with Greg and
Craig. They exchanged quick nods and stood by and watched as the show
progressed. The band talked to the crowd for a bit and sang " Bye Bye Bye"
, " It's Gonna Be Me" , and several other hits off their "NO Strings
Attached" album. After an hour or so, the group came to their finale " This
I promise you". Right before they began to sing, as they bantered to the
crowd, Lance said to the audience.

" I'd like to dedicate this song to my one and only, and I know you know
who you are!" He glanced off stage towards Danny and winked. Both Greg and
Craig looked at Danny with muted supprise. Danny's eyes lit up like a
Christmas tree as the familiar strings of the groups song began to play;
The same song that Danny used to sing while out on the beach. Danny
continued to watch Lance as he gracefully moved with the others in graceful
motion, all of the new cues incorporated and timed just right. As the final
notes faded off, the crowd went wild with applause and shouts for more. The
group thanked their fans and headed on off the stage. As they all ran into
the backstage area, Lance met Danny at full run and swept him into his arms
and twirled him around as if he were a child in its parent's arms.


" Oh Babe we were great tonight!" Lance lowered Danny and kissed him full
on the lips. Danny was taken by suprise, but did not fight it. He threw
himself into the kiss with the same intensity Lance had. After a few
moments they broke the embrace, and composed themselves. A few people
stopped to watch the encounter, but most were use to this sort of display,
and thought nothing of it. Danny looked at Lance and said, slightly
breathless.

" Well if you're that way after every show, You're gonna wear me out!"
Danny let out a small chuckle.

Just as Lance was about to respond, A Security guard came up to the two men
and said, " Mr. Bass there are two men who have backstage passes and said
that you were expecting them?"

Lance's face took on a confused look, till Danny snapped him out of it, "
its Chuck and Chad. Remember I left word with the box office for them."

Lance quickly remembered, " Oh Yeah that's right, show them to my dressing
room."

The guard nodded, and turned to leave. Danny began to lead Lance back to
the dressing room. As they entered the room, and the door shut, both raced
towards another, much more lust driven embrace. As the two lovers threw
themselves into the fires of passion, a loud knock came from the door.

"Mr. Bass, your guests are here." Said the voice from behind the door.

Lance opened the door and was momentary shocked. In front of him stood two
of the most handsome men he had ever seen; Aside from Danny of
course. Lance stammered.

" Hi guys. Which of you is Chuck?"

The taller of the two answered, " I'm Chuck. It's a pleasure to meet you
Mr. Bass. I just can't get over that you wanted to meet us." Lance looked
over the man as he spoke to him. Chuck was about six feet tall, well
defined, not too fat, and not a stick. His chestnut hair was slicked back
and parted in the middle. His soft brown eyes were a compliment to his
well-defined face. A strong proud nose made his face look intelligent and
very manly.

" And this is my friend Chad." Chuck continued. Lance turned his attention
to Chuck's Boyfriend. If Lance didn't know any better, he could have sworn
that Chad had just stepped off the runways of a Hugo fashion show. A hair
shorter than Chuck, Chad exuded an elan that offset his defined features
quite well. His face was every bit as well chiseled as Chuck's but held a
deeper edge of sophistication that gave him a mystique; At least on the
surface. His azure blue eyes sparkled like polished stones in a stream. He
smiled a toothy grin and Lance was almost blinded by the stark white and
straight teeth he had in his mouth. His teeth looked as beautiful and
straight as columns of some ancient Greek temple, and were the color of
pure alabaster. Lance's eyes drifted down the lanky frame of this god of
the runway and saw that his clothes hid nothing from the eyes. Well defined
and tight were words that came to Lance's mind as he drank in the sight. At
that moment Danny came out from behind Lance.

" Surpass guys!" Danny yelled.

Both men's jaws dropped as they recognized who was behind Lance. Both said
in unison. " Oh My God! Danny?!"

Danny raced to meet their warm embrace. After the hug, Danny turned back to
face Lance.

" Charles, Chad I'd like you to meet Lance Bass...my boyfriend."

His words hung in the air. Both Chuck and Chad were awestruck by meeting
Lance, but were dumbfounded by the introduction Danny had made. Both men
turned Danny around and began to barrage him with congratulations and
questions. Danny halted their verbal assault with an upraised hand.

" Guys we can all discuss this over dinner and drinks. Would you like to
come with Lance and I back to the hotel?"

Both men turned to face one another and answered as one. "UH DUH!"

All four men let out a bevy of laughter as Danny ushered them into the room
and closed the door.



WEAPONS OF WAR


As the five that comprised N'Sync let the stage, each divided themselves
into their respective groups. Danny and Lance met in the wings, Joey and
Justin Headed off towards their now joint dressing room, and J.C. staggered
off the stage not looking at the display of love that Danny and Lance were
showing. He felt that if he had to look at it, he might want to ruin it, so
he thought it wise to just look past it and get to his room to rest before
they headed on back to the hotel As he walked towards his room, He was
grabbed from behind and whirled around. The person began to intone in a
very annoyed voice.

" What the fuck is up with that shit man?" Chris said heatedly, " You grab
my balls, act all wigged out and shit, what the fuck is up?"

J.C. nearly decked Chris where he stood. His mental control he had for
performances was wearing off, and his confused and upset persona began to
reassert itself. He bored his eyes into Chris with the intensity of
magnified sunlight.

" What the fuck is wrong with me is that you are trying to fuck with my
head." Josh responded in fury.

"Look who's taking?" Chris responded, " You're the Jekyl and Hyde. Fuckin'
grabbing my balls and crying for Lance every five seconds. You're the one
that needs to have your head looked at."

Josh let rage engulf him again today and picked Chris up by his shirt and
threw him at door to his dressing room. The door had not been closed all
the way and Chris flew in and landed on his butt.. He sat there looking up
at J.C.'s Face, contorted in anger. Chris also glanced down to see J.C.'s
fist clenched in preparation for a fight. Chris looked up into his friend's
face and let out a sigh.

" Joshua we both need to calm down and talk this out."

" What I want," J.C. said as he slammed the door shut and locked it, " Is
for you to stop fucking with me. I am really fucked up right now and need
to sort things out."

Chris looked at him with pity. " I can help you Josh" J.C. went to the
couch and buried his face In the pillows. Chris got up from the floor and
went to comfort his tortured comrade. "C'mon let's go get some fresh air
before we head on back to the hotel, and we can talk this out." Chris was
rubbing his hand on the singer's back. Josh's back was so taunt and yet so
masculine that Chris felt that he could rub it forever. After a moment of
this, J.C. emerged from the pillowy depths and wiped his nose with his
sleeve in much the same way a child would.

" Yeah, I'd like that." he said in a horse voice.

Chris rose from the Couch and held out his hand to J.C. Accepting it he
rose and the two headed on out the door. As they prepared to walk out to
the parking garage, both men saw two gorgeous men being led to Lance's
dressing room. J.C. and Chris stared as the door opened and Lance greeted
them with a warm reception. Chris grabbed J.C. by the shoulder and
whispered into his ear.

" Hey look its Danny's friends. Man are they hot!"

The one who was introduced as Chad hypnotized J.C. He thought he had found
beauty in Lance, but Josh was now being consumed with a new vision. He
drank Chad's features in feverishly, almost to the point where he was
drooling. Chris caught sight of this and again was enraged. Chris' mind
began to race with possibilities as the two m en entered the dressing room.

" Hey buddy I got a great plan."

J.C. was jolted back into reality and responded, " What's that?"

" What's better than telling someone off?" Chris asked silly.

" I don't know." J.C. responded. His eyes still focused on Lance's door.

" Getting back at them with their best friend."

J.C. turned to face Chris. " What hairbraned plan do you have now?"

Chris broke out his Cheshire Cat grin, " I told you earlier, we use Danny's
friends against him. We'll make it look like they are trying to get with
Lance. He gets upset, loses them and tells Lance off. Lance is heartbroken
and comes running to you."

J.C. was still in a daze from Chad's brief appearance. " I don't know now
Chris. Did you see the one who looked like a model? He was gorgeous."

Chris playfully punched Josh's shoulder. " You dog! You're fickle. You got
the hots for that guy now? What about Lance? What about me?"

Josh stared at Chris for a moment before answering. "  I think I am
beginning to realize that Lance is better off with Danny. But that guy is
fuckin' sexy."

Chris grabbed J.C.'s shoulder a little tighter. " Patience my good man. We
might be able to get you your man..be it that guy, Lance, or me."

Chris began to lead J.C. towards the exit. " What makes you so sure this
time?" Josh asked.

"No one can resist fame. It's the ultimate aphrodisiac." Chris said and the
two men left the building.


TO BE CONTINUED...


Ok guys I know I have been late with this chapter, but I am still
writing. I want to know whether You think J.C. and Chris should go with
their relationship. Should they stick together, J.C. still try after Lance
or go after Chad. EMail me and let me know. Until next Chapter... Ciao!