Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 14:05:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Firesong k'treva <firesong17@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wishes of the Heart

	Hey all you wacky people. I wanted to say thank you for all of
those that sent me an email saying "good job." Oh, and Nicky, glad you like
the other Nick as a "slut" <grins>. Standard disclaimer with all that stuff
about you have to be 18, don't violate the laws of your area etc. Also, I
do apologize for the way that I'm going to be jumping around in this
chapter, but I have to keep reminding myself that there are 10 people in
this story. I'll get them all together soon I hope. Don't forget to email
at firesong17@yahoo.com.  Enjoy.


Wishes Chapter 2

	Nick walked slowly up to Brian's bedroom door and knocked
softly. There was no answer the first or the second time that he
knocked. As he lifted his hand for a third time he heard a sound from
inside. He pressed his ear against the door and heard the sound
again. Sobbing. Brian was crying. Nick pulled back and walked back into the
main area and sat down on the nearest chair, put his head in his hands and
thought.
	What on earth had happened? No one so far had said "No" to him when
sex was propositioned. He hadn't even dared to try to seduce Howie, and
neither Joey nor Chris had ever made his eyes take a second look. The
others however...hell, even Kevin and Kevin had a girlfriend. Of course
Kevin was drunk at the time, much as Jc had been earlier, but he had had
sex with Jc when he had been totally sober. He had been depressed but he
had been sober.
	"This isn't helping Nick. Thinking about your past fucks isn't
going to help you figure out why Brian was staring at your body, why he was
hard, and why when you approached him he ran from the room and is now
crying in his bedroom. Damn B-rock what the hell is going on?"

In Brian's room.

	Brian sat on his bed and was in an unknown mirrored position of
Nick's outside. He was silently berating himself for his actions earlier
with Nick.
	"You are such a fuck up. How the hell long have you wanted to do
something with him? How long have you laid in bed knowing he was fucking
around with someone else that night and wanted to either join them or punch
out the other person and be with Nick alone? There he was, offering to
fulfill your deepest dreams. Do what you wanted to happen for SO long. And
you ran. You fucking ran! All you had to do was kiss him back. What the
hell is wrong with you?"
	Knock.
	Brian's head shoots up. Nick. Nick was on the other side of that
door. All he had to do was call out to him and he could be in his arms in
moments. He opened his mouth and nothing came out.
	Knock.
	He tried again to call out. But he couldn't do it. His voice
wouldn't work. He threw himself back on the bed and just started crying.
	"Why... why can't you just call him. Be with him. Hold him. I wish
to God that I could just tell him how I feel."

Next day.

	Justin woke up and was surprised at himself. There had been no
phone calls, no one knocking at the door, no one bouncing on the bed; he
had actually woken up, on his own, and no one had tried to wake him up.
	Sitting up from the bed and looking around his eyes fell on the
alarm clock that he kept on the bed stand, and almost fell out of their
sockets as they bugged out so far.
	"7:30? It's only 7:30 in the morning? We didn't have to wake up
till 9 today. Why, why is it the one day that I can sleep in legally, I
wake up early. Shit!"
	Justin knew himself well enough that he was not going to be able to
fall back asleep and actually have enough time to enjoy being asleep before
he had to wake up anyway. So, since he was up anyway, albeit against his
better judgement, he got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.
	Once there he stripped off his clothes and looked in the mirror. He
admired himself. All that dancing, running around, and of course exercises
each day had given him a very lean look, that was absolutely ripped. Firm
six pack, pecs, arms, thighs, and legs. He turned around and admired his
ass.
	"Buns of steel video's eat your heart out! Hmm...wonder exactly how
much some of those girls would pay to be in this room..."
	Laughs at himself for his vanity, turned around and adjusted the
knobs in the shower until it was just barely tolerable, he liked his
showers as hot as possible. Stepping inside, he couldn't hold back the
groan that escaped his lips as the water cascaded down his body. He put his
head under the shower and sighed softly as the water ran through his hair,
and down his face, massaging his scalp.
	Grinning he pulled out one of those lather balls. Jc had gotten it
for him when Justin had expressed interest. He also pulled out the body
wash, and looked at the scent, apples. Pouring a portion of the wash onto
the lather ball, he wasn't even sure if that was the name of the thing, he
rubbed the ball until it was foamy and than slowly rubbed it over his
body. The texture of the ball always felt like a massage, and once again a
moan escaped from his lips. Rubbing it across his neck, his chest, stomach,
and legs, sighing softly as he then applied it to his dick, which as it
always did under the ministrations of the ball, became hard as a rock in
0.3 seconds flat.
	He considered jerking off, but decided against it. He did stroke
his cock a bit with the ball, shuddering as the rough texture rubbed the
sensitive head. Quickly finishing before the temptation over took him, he
washed off the rest of the body wash, and quickly washed his hair. Turned
the shower off and stepped out, drying himself with a big bushy towel. He
looked down and saw himself slowly going flaccid. Wrapped the towel around
his waist and stepped back into the room and looked in his closet for
something to wear. He decided on a dark blue Adidas t-shirt, and black,
form fitting jeans. Looking in the mirror he decided he liked what he
saw. Thus showered, and dressed he decided he hated being up early, cause
it was lonely. How on earth did Lance do this every...
	"Lance! He's probably up, probably ha been since the sun came up;
it's that country upbringing of his. Up at dawn and all. Cool!"
	Happy at figuring out how on earth to pass the boredom until the
rest of the guys were up, he walked out of his room. He always liked
hanging around with Lance and since this would probably be a shock to Lance
that Justin was up this early without a wake up call it was well worth it.
	He arrived at Lance's door and knocked, expecting an immediate
response. However that didn't happen. He knocked again and again received
the same lack of response. He put his ear to the door wondering if maybe
Lance was in the shower but he didn't hear anything. He turned to walk away
when he stopped and smiled.
	Turning back to the door, he turned the knob was thrilled when it
turned, Lance rarely locked his door when he was in, for the simple reason
that he was normally the peacekeeper and he got tired of people knocking on
his door.
	Justin entered the room and almost died from shock when he saw that
Lance was still asleep. "Shit, he thought to himself, I'm the first one up
and no one else is around to appreciate this rare occurrence."
	Goes over to the sleeping Lance and smiles softly down at him. It
was about time he got some sleep, and Justin knew he should just leave him
there, so he decided against bouncing on Lance's bed, or going in the
bathroom and filling a cub with ice cold water and spilling it on
him. Leans over and gently kisses Lance's forehead, and brushes the hair
back.
	"Sleep well Lance, you deserve it."
	As he turns to walk away he sees Lance's eyes flicker open. Lance
looks up at Justin quizzically; he mumbles something the only word of which
Justin can understand is "here?"
	Justin looks down at Lance and grins, opens his mouth to bust
Lance's new ability to not speak, when something catches his eye.
	The ring on Lance's finger is glowing. Not just reflecting light,
it was seriously glowing. The light got stronger, and now Lance had noticed
it as well. Justin backed away with a very loud, "JESUS CHRIST! What the
fuck is that?"
	Lance didn't know what to say, the ring, the present from his
mother was glowing, a bright, intense, and vibrant blue color, that seemed
to have rainbows in it...just like the stone looked in bright lights. He
didn't know what to do.
	His head shot towards the window as a clap of thunder echoed
throughout the room, but outside the window the sun shone bright and
clear. The thunder came again, louder than before. The windows cracked, and
the lamp on the table shattered. Justin was backed up against the wall,
looking around in amazement.
	Another burst of thunder shook the room and was immediately
followed by a strong wind. Things went flying around the room caught up in
the unnatural storm.
	The door slammed open and in ran Kevin, followed by Jc and the
other, all having been woken up by the noise.
	"What the fuck is going on in here?" Kevin screamed to be heard
over the wind.
	Lance just shook his head as he ran over to wear the other guys had
gathered. He had no idea what was going on, only that the ring on his
finger was the cause somehow. He reached down to pull the ring off but
received a shock when he touched it. "OW! Shit! Guys I have no fucking idea
what is going on," he screamed back.
	The ring, which was still glowing merrily away, seemed all of a
sudden to gather in all the light in the room. The stone seemed to burn
from within; no trace of blue was in the light, only pure white power.
	From the ring shot a bolt of what seemed like lightning. Lightning
that was impossibly wrapped around by the wind and carried through the
room, yet didn't touch anything. A second bolt and than a third and a
fourth also shot from the heart of the ring and danced around the room.
	The wind intensified, and a final crack of thunder reverberated
through the room, shattering every piece of glass in the room and causing
all of them to clasp their hands over their ears. At the same time, the
four lightning bolts crashed into each other with a light that was not only
blinding, but also formed with an explosion of power than knocked them all
back, and pressed them all into the wall. Held there for a single instant
the ten guys all prayed for whatever this was to stop. And...it did.
	With a suddenness that defied comprehension, the force, the light,
the wind, all of it died. However when that happened, ten bodies slammed
into the ground.
	Lance, along with Jc, Kevin and Brian, were the first to
recuperate. They also immediately went to the others. Justin was out, but
was stirring, A.J. looked up at Kevin with a million questions in his eyes,
Nick and Brian were huddled together on the ground, and when Brian went to
extract himself to check on Nick's condition, Nick's eyes snapped open, saw
Brian and immediately let him go. Brian sighed and went to check on Howie,
whereas Chris, who had woken up as well, checked on Joey.
	Kevin looked over at Lance who was trying to steady Justin.
	"Ok, Lance, you want to explain to us exactly why a storm was just
in your room?"
	Lance looked up and saw 8 pairs of eyes looking at him waiting on
his response.
	"I don't know. I woke up to Justin standing above me, I asked him
what he was doing here, and the next thing I know all hell broke loose."
	Lance looked around his room and almost fainted. All the windows
were cracked in about twenty places, the cushions, and blankets were all
over, pictures were shattered on the ground the overhead chandelier was
nothing but a chain, all the crystals were on the floor, looking like
powder.
	"We are dead"
	"What do you mean we are dead Lance? This is your room, you did
this somehow, I'm not taking the blame for this in any way!"
	Lance whipped his head around to Howie.
	"Like I know what the fuck happened you sanctimonious asshole! If I
could, I'd just wave my hand and put it all back to normal but I can't!"
	Laughter filled the room, and all of them looked around and
searched for the source once it was determined that none of them were
laughing.
	"Of course you can't wave your hand and make it all change. You are
mortal master. However, if that is what you want me to do, I shall. All you
have to do is ask."
	Standing in the center of the room, in mid air none the less, stood
a man that looked to be no more than 20 years old. His hair was bright as
sunshine, his eyes looked like sapphires. His skin was tanned perfectly
golden brown, and his sharp features were softened by the gentle smile he
had on his face He wore a vest of shiny material, blue tinted, yet the
light revealed different colors inside, inlaid with fanciful patterns and
small stones, that was open in the middle revealing a remarkable
body. Around his waist was a dark purple sash that seemed made of silk. His
pants were a deep blue, simple design, flared out the bottom, again made of
silk, and he wore no shoes.
	He smiled at Lance and raised his hand. Lights seemed to gather
around it, and intensified when he placed his middle finger and thumb
together.
	"Your wish is my command."
	Snap.
	Once again light raced throughout the room, however this time it
was with a purpose, what it touched was fixed. The chandelier shards
gathered back together and leaped up to re-afix themselves on the chain
above. The cushions righted themselves, the bed was made perfectly,
pictures on the wall bounced up whole again, and the windows seemed to melt
and reform, once again with no blemishes. All this happened, in the space
of about 10 seconds.
	"Would there be anything else master?"


	Ok, how was that? I do apologize for the length of time that this
took me to get out but I honestly had no time, until today that is, to get
this out. I don't think I did that badly, considering I did this within the
past three hours and had little forethought about it. Well, actually a good
deal of forethought, just not a lot of planning. I do hope you liked
it. Did any of you guess a genie, or were you just figuring magic ring? For
those that did, and those that didn't, email me. I say THANK YOU SO MUCH to
those that did email me. It meant alot! The next one will be out sooner
than this one was. I hope. Remember my email is firesong17@yahoo.com, or
firesong18@aol.com take your pick, IM me at AOL if you choose, but please
remember that if you email me at AOL you have to put something like wishes,
or story, or something so I don't delete it. Bye!