Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2000 00:32:24 -0000 From: Suma L <sumacumlaude@hotmail.com> Subject: The Beauty 13 The Beauty Chapter 13 By: Suma L. *****Songs That Inspire The Story***** The Beatles -- Hey Jude John Lennon -- Imagine (This song makes me euphoric) Dee-Lite -- Groove Is In The Heart Madonna -- Don't Tell Me (She's still fab at 42!) Linkin Park -- One Step Closer (Awesome new band!) Vertical Horizon -- You're a God The Cars -- Just What I Needed Restless Heart/ Nina From The Cardigans -- The Bluest Eyes In Texas The Cardigans -- Been It O-Town -- Liquid Dreams (Something possessed me, and I just started listening to this retarded song, and it's stuck in my head!) ****DISCLAIMER**** This story isn't supposed to imply anything about the members of Nsync or anyone else involved in the story. This is all made up. In better English, IT'S NOT REAL! If you're too young in your area or it's illegal, then leave. If homosexual themes offend you then you may want to leave as well. Chapter 13 -- Joey awakened to the sounds of dual snoring. "He's still here?" He asked aloud, as he turned to look at Justin. Justin had all the blankets wrapped around him. "No wonder I was so damn cold!" "Joey, is that you?" A small voice asked from the floor. Joey looked down. Poor Lance was still on the floor from the night before. "Oh, Lance, you must have froze! C'mere!" "Alright, hold on." Lance wiped the sleep from his eyes, and went to go cuddle in bed with Joey. "Yeah, I was cold, but it did make you two shut up." He smiled with his eyes still closed. Joey kissed his smile and then looked over at Justin. "I'm going to get that little runt back!" "Joeyyy... Nooo... not this morning. I'll have to hear about it all day. All week even. And then he'll get revenge on you, and the cycle continues!" "C'mon! It'll be fun!" Joey grabbed Lance's hand, pulling him into the bathroom, and ignoring his plea's to be let go. He held up a can of shaving cream, and some toothpaste. "Which will be your weapon?" "Like I said I'm not getting." Joey shoved the toothpaste in his hand. "Involved..." Lance sighed. "Fine, Joseph, but as far as it goes, YOU did all this. I'm not actually involved." "Whatever!" Joey said happily, and hurried back into the bedroom to do the dirty work. When everything was done, Justin had toothpaste all around his head in rings over his curls. In between the rings was shaving cream, and he had some rubbed on his eyes brows to match. "He is going to be sooo pissed! You messed with his fro!" "No biggie. I'm not worried, because Justin is the worst at getting revenge. I'll catch every prank before he even starts." "Don't get cocky." "Funny you say that..." Joey began to get a naughty gleam in his eyes. "Not right now, I just. WHOA! PUT ME DOWN!" Lance cried as Joey grabbed him and carried him into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Justin felt warm sunlight creeping through the curtains running gently across his face. He smiled contently, and then turned over. Something cold and gooey ran down his cheek. He screamed and bolted upright. Lifting his hand to his face, he began to smell something minty. He pulled his hand away to find a white and blue substance on it. "Oh, SICK! JOEY!!!" Justin screamed, rubbing his hand on his shirt in a disgusted manner. "Your gonna pay for this you guys!" He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom door. Joey and Lance giggled from behind the door as Justin pounded and kicked on it. "We're not going to let you in! Just go wash up in YOUR room!" Lance cried out, holding back his moaning as Joey's head bobbed up and down on his dick. "BEWARE!" Justin yelled, and then left the room slamming the door behind him. He burst into JC and his room to find JC dead asleep on bed. The bathroom was empty, so he went inside to wash his hair. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- JC awoke to the sound of running water. He could smell something very minty in the room, but he wasn't sure what it was. Slipping his legs over the edge of the bed, he stood up, and stretched. Justin hadn't come back the night before. It was probably good, because Chris didn't leave until late. Their talked covered everything from the group's future to Chris's sex life, that of which he found to be unsatisfactory. Poor Chris felt like he had no one anymore, that everyone had paired up leaving him all alone. He was actually glad that Chris hadn't told Lance, because Lance would have felt so horrible over the whole thing, and avoided doing anything around him. Lance was the one that everyone normally went to; thank god that Chris had changed his mind. Noticing that the water was turning off, JC yawned, and then began to change. Justin walked out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and a look of anger on his face. "Whoa, Curly, what's wrong?" JC held out his arms to hug him even in Justin's dampened state. "Nothing. I just have to get Joey and Lance back." The smell. The minty smell. It all began to make sense. "Toothpaste?" He asked, a big grin on his face. "Oh yes, and shaving cream too! In MY fro. That is SO not allowed!" JC just laughed at him until Justin couldn't stand it anymore. "It's not THAT funny!" "What did you do to deserve it, Justin?" "Nothing!" "Justin." "Seriously!" "Justin!" "Okay... I caused Lance to have to sleep on the floor with no blankets... and I kept all the blankets for myself..." "That was rude." "Duh, Josh. I got that feeling after I left. I don't think they're too upset over it anymore." "Why do you say that?" "Because they're fucking in the bathroom." "Oh, sick! I just got an image! C'mere!" JC lunged forward and tackled Justin to the ground, his towel slipped off his waist. "Oh, my bad. I don't think it matters anymore." He leaned in for a gentle kiss that led to a deeper one. They continued to make out until JC felt something hit his leg. "Now?" Justin nodded. "I love you, and I'm sorry I was horrible yesterday. I want to be with you now and make it up to you." "Justin, your spoiled attitude lately has really been pissing off everybody!" "I know! I know! I'll try to change! I'm TRYING to change! Honestly! I am! It's just really hard!" "Your going to have to try harder Justin, or no ones going to want to be around you." "I know that!" "Okay. I don't want to have sex right now anyway. You have to do more than that to make things up to me. Besides, I'm feeling pretty dirty, and you need to get dressed. I think we might have something to do today." "I'll call Lance." "Better not..." JC grinned happily. "Let them have some peace. I'm sure you've driven them crazy enough." "HEY!" "It's true, though." "I KNOW that!" "You're starting to repeat yourself." "YOU'RE starting to stink." "I'm going to go shower. Be here when I get done, please?" "Yeah, I'll be here." Justin began to stand up. "Good." JC whispered breathily and handed Justin his towel back. 'I'm just going to go do a little payback until you get out of the shower.' Justin thought to himself, and pulled on some boxers. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lance sat back on the bathroom counter, his legs still over Joey's shoulders. "That was good..." "Your so beautiful." Joey ran his fingers over Lance's cheeks, then down his neck, and back up to his lips. "So are you, Joey. God, you're the sexiest man I know!" "Next to you, maybe! Do you not know how hot you really are?" Lance just shook his head, 'No.' "You are so amazingly handsome that it makes me weak! Everything about you is beautiful, your hair, your eyes, your lips, your nose, your ears, your cheeks, and you have an amazing body." "No, I don't!" "YES you do! You have a firm stomach, muscular legs, perfectly shaped hips and chest. Just so... amazingly... SEXY! And that doesn't even matter compared to what you are on the inside!" "Joey, stop!" "You ARE amazing, Lance, whether you realize it or not, you are. And you're the sweetest man I've ever known in my entire life. Your nice to everyone no matter how much they make you mad. You are such an amazing person. I wish you could just see that." "I can't..." "Why not?" "I don't know. I just don't see it like you do." "I wish you could." "Do you see yourself, Joey?" "Yes." "Are you sure?" "What does that mean?" "Do you see what I see in you, Joey? I see a man so incredibly talented, so hot, such a good man. The man I've only DREAMED of KNOWING, let alone DATING! Your one in a million, and I just wish that you never leave me!" "I'll never leave you!" "I know, you tell me that a lot. I know. I love you. I love being here with you. I love touching you. I love talking to you. I love just knowing you." "I'll never hurt you Lance. I'll never leave you. I'll never do ANYTHING to ever make you cry." "I know..." "Good." Joey pushed Lance's legs off his shoulders and then leaned in to embrace him. "I love you. Don't ever forget that, Lance." "I won't. I love you too. But Joe?" "What?" He asked dreamily. "By back is hurting from only having my waist up on the counter and my legs and ass falling off." "OH! I'm sorry!" "It's okay. It didn't start hurting until now, so it wasn't you. You made me feel good." Joey smiled and helped Lance off the counter. "We should get dressed." The phone suddenly started ringing. "I'll get that. You go clean up, and get dressed." "Right away, Poo-fu sir!" "Ooo! You'll pay for that!" Lance said with a giggle as he picked up the phone. "Hello...? HELLO? HELLOHELLOHELLO? No one gonna answer? Hello? What? Who is this? I can hardly hear you! The front desk? Um, what for? Okay, I'll be down there in a sec I guess, but isn't hat management's job? Okay, I get it. Bye." He hung up the phone, and walked over to the bathroom door. "Joey, the people downstairs want me to sign for something because they can't find anyone from management to do it, okay? I'll be right back!" "OK!" Joey yelled back through the door as he washed off the counter and his chest. "This better be good." Lance mumbled as he headed out the door after slipping on some clothes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- He had the plans in his head since he had woken up that morning. It was simple. He would get Lance away, then move in for the kill. Joey would be cleaning up, he heard what had gone on before. As he approached the door, Lance was just heading out. Slipping behind a plant, he waited till he was in the elevator. 'Lance DOES have a fine ass." He thought to himself. Turning the doorknob, he found that the door hadn't been shut all the way. He slowly pushed it open, and could hear the bathroom sink running. "Joey's in there. Perfect." He whispered to himself, and shut off the room lights. Finally, the bathroom door opened, and Joey came out, snapping off the lights to the bathroom behind him. It took a second for it to register in him that it was black in the room, but before he could reach for the light switch, the man in hiding raced up to him, tackling him to the ground. They fought on the floor for a moment, Joey still not realizing who it was. When he finally did, a firm set of lips planted themselves on his mouth, and a warm tongue entered his mouth unwillingly. When he was finally pulled away from, he turned his face towards the man, a look of shock on his face, and whispered softly to the man, but more to himself than anything as he tried to understand the situation. "Chris...?" ------------------------------@->--- Hola! Long time no write, readers out there! I've been lazy, yes, but I'm back with flying colors! Yesterday was my birthday! Woohoo! I had a pretty good time, except for the fact that one of my own best friends forgot about it. That hurt, but inspired me to finally finish what I had started on chapter 13. With all this done, I can finally make plans for more of the story. Just needed to get the beginning all out of the way. I really hope to get a lot of feedback on this, because I'm not sure if anyone's going to like the direction it happens to be heading in. Please write me! *Begs pathetically* Anyways, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and the story so far in general! Thanks for reading! Hope to hear from you. Cheers or Jeers, I don't mind! Keep On Reading! --Suma