Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2000 17:49:59 +0000 (GMT)
From: Adam <adam_brittboy@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: gay/celebrity/boy-bands/All My Life/part 1

All My Life

Disclaimer: I do not know the sexual orientation of
NSYNC or BSB but this is not meant to reflect on there
true status. This is a pure work of fiction and
nothing more. No profit is been made; it is being
written out of enjoyment.

Warnings: There are male/male relationships in this
story, if that bothers you, don't read this. M/M sex
scenes are also in every now and again, rated NC-17.
Please do not read if you are under 18 or 21 or
whatever the age is to read stuff like this. Thanks.

If you want other great stories, there are so many
here at nifty it's hard to name every one <g> But,
some i like are: Justins Dark Angel, Forever, Model
Romance, Nick and the Altos, My New Life, Xtreme
NSync, Search and rescue, Brian and Me, My Suprise
Romance, Two out of Five, Studio in the Country, Nick
and Justin, Kevin and Justin, Seperate Lives, and
loads more!

Authors Notes: Hey everyone. This is my newest story.
To those who read my other one 'Beginnings of
Something New' I am still writing it, just giving it a
break for a while. If you have any comments please
mail me at: adam_brittboy@yahoo.co.uk, or (AOL) IM me
at: pariskim35

I hope you like this, and here we go!

All My Life


"I am so glad we're finally getting a break." Justin
exclaimed, with a relieved sigh once the plane had
taken off.

The members of NSYNC were going for a work/vacation in
Alaska, Anchorage to be exact.

The work was merely to do a few photo shoots and
promotional stuff. Nothing major. Chris had been the
one to argue Alaska was no place for a vacation. They
wanted `Sun and Surf' As Chris had put it. But they
were not going to get it, so they decided to just take
what was offered and enjoy it.

"We have two weeks right Lance?" Joey asked with a
little confusion in his voce.

"Three Joey. Weren't you listening when Seth (That was
there management guy in Orlando) was explaining what
would happen?" Lance asked, but already knew the
answer was no.

Sighing he began to explain. "We have three weeks. The
first week there is totally ours. The second week we
have a few photo shoots, a signing, and maybe a radio
show to go on."

Most of the guys had been listening and let out a
collective sigh that there workload would be low for
the next few weeks. JC had been the one silent
throughout. What was on his mind was mirrored in his
best friends and Lance's.

They were lonely. Sure they had millions of fans. Most
of them young, beautiful girls who would do anything
for a chance at them, but it wasn't the same. They all
wanted something that could ruin their careers and
change there lives forever. Something that they always
hoped, but deep down knew would never turn out for the
best.

They wanted a man.

But not just any man. A man that could make them feel
something, deep down inside. They all wanted love,
something that all three thought would never happen.

Lance wanted something both JC and Justin had, had at
one point. If only for a short time.

//I just wish I could have someone. Be with someone,
if only for a short time.// Lance thought, unable to
keep a tear from falling.

His thoughts for love, and happiness were quickly
stopped when the plane rocked.

Then again.

"W-what's going on?" Chris asked, his fear of heights
and falling from a great one coming in full force.

"Probably just some turbulence." JC finally spoke,
attempting to calm his agitated friend.

The buffeting and rocking continued to grow worse,
until finally a loud bang and clutter was heard before
the channel over the plane was heard.

"This is the Captain. Put on your seatbelts, we're
going for an emergency landing." It was as calm as the
Captain could make it sound, but it still put Chris
practically into shock.

It was a small plane specifically for NSYNC, so they
were the only ones on board besides the Captain.

"Oh my god…we're gonna die…we're gonna die!" Joey
started screaming.

Chris looked like he was in shock…and icy pale
complexion. JC was struggling to calm his young best
friend who was gripping fiercely to the seat and
breathing small, shallow breaths.

Lance simply went back into his dreams. Accepting
death was hard for him. He never wanted to die, always
thinking he would be an old man, but he had nothing to
live for. His family, friend's, the band his fans…he
loved them all but no one needed him like they needed
air. That's what he needed. He sat back in his seat to
his dreams where he had spent so much time over the
past year as the plane continued to plummet.

**--**

"Give me just ONE night, Une Noche…" Alex sang along
with his favourite band's song. He was an absolute
horrid singer, but he was alone in his car (a
Landrover) and thought `what the hell'

He was simply looking out to the road where the snow
was falling rapidly.

Turning his music off he switched on the radio.

"Good morning. I'm Pete Richards and this is the
weather at 8o'clock. It's gonna be a cold day today,"
The weather man said over the radio.

//When isn't it?// Alex laughed, and continued
listening.

 "…so wrap up warmly. A storm is moving in fast and
we're recommending you don't go onto the roads today
unless absolutely necessary."

//Well, I needed some space.// Alex thought.

His boyfriend, Ryan had been yelling again. He didn't
know why he was with Ryan. They never got physical,
and every time Alex had tried Ryan had pushed him
away.

"Well…" Alex said to himself. "He actually tells me to
keep my fucking hands to myself, and go and find some
other slut to fuck." Alex finished, sighing in
resignation.

He didn't understand why Ryan wouldn't even kiss him.
They'd started off slowly, and Alex thought that Ryan
just wanted a firm commitment before going further,
which Alex thought was a good idea. However, after
been together for almost five months now and they
still hadn't kissed Alex was beginning to doubt
himself and his own looks

When the relationship had first began he thought,
sure…I'm okay looking to catch a guy like Ryan. Ryan
was almost 6ft, around 165 pounds, which was
surprisingly all muscle considering how little he did.
Ryan had the most amazing aqua eyes Alex had ever
seen. That and the thick, sweet looking lips. His
teeth were perfect, and his body was tanned from hours
on the tan bed Alex had bought but still hadn't found
time to use.

All in all, Ryan was a babe.

//Maybe he doesn't want to kiss me because I'm ugly?//
Alex thought to himself as he continued to drive,
paying only limited attention on the road.

//I've never had a boyfriend before. No one ever
wanted to date me. Maybe he's only with me because he
feels sorry for me, but doesn't want to go with
someone like me.// Alex's thoughts continued to grow
more and more into self hatred. The reason he had
never had a date was because the women who came onto
him were of no interest to Alex and he didn't pick up
on the flirting.

The truth was, he was incredibly attractive.

Short jet-black hair that was gelled into short
spikes. He'd had subtle blue tips put onto the end of
his spike's defining them more. This matched his
cerulean eyes that stood out with his dark, hair.

He was slightly smaller than Ryan at 5'9 and around
150 pounds. However it was mainly muscle. This came
from many nights in the gym over the last five months;
he'd done to impress Ryan. His complexion was rather
pale, that also made his eyes stand out even more.

Alex finally pulled out of his hazy thoughts with a
sigh.

//He's all I've got// Alex thought. Despite the fact
Ryan did not work, did not do anything around the
house and did not even ask Alex how his day had gone,
but he was all that Alex had.

His family was dead. No father, no mother, no brothers
or sisters. He didn't even have any aunts, uncles or
grandparents.

The only person in the world, besides Ryan that the
thought maybe his friend was Nicholas. Ryan had
decided he was spending too much time with Nicholas
after the first month of their relationship, and so
time spent with Nick continued to grow shorter.

Once more Alex pulled himself out of his depressing
thoughts.

" I should be happy." He said out loud. "I have a lot
more than some people."

With that his driving continued.

**--**

"OH FUCK! Lance…LANCE are you okay? Open your eyes
Lance, please!" JC begged all the other guys around
him.

They had landed, the pilot was dead, but they had
luckily got away without much damage. Joey seemed to
have either fractured or broken his left leg, and JC
had a nasty gash above his right eye but other than
that they had got away pretty unscathed, except for
Lance.

"I-I'm alright JC. Please…stop shouting." Lance
groaned out, pain shooting around his legs and
stomach.

"The hell you are! Justin spoke up." You have a huge
gash across your stomach and your legs were trapped
under half of the cabin. We didn't know whether or not
to move them, but we're glad we did." Justin finished,
speaking for everyone.

"Guys, I'm fine really." Lance exclaimed, attempting
to sit up before screaming out in pain. "Okay,
okay…maybe not so okay." Lance agreed.

With Chris at once side and Justin at the other they
each helped Lance stand both supporting him at either
side. JC was helping Joey.

Luckily they had landed in relatively good shape. The
door to the plane opened and they came out into grey
skies and a white blanket of snow.

"Well…at least we know what state we're in!" JC said,
trying to cheer the rest up.

"Is that a car?" Justin asked, pointing, with his free
arm to where he was looking.

A rather large, Black Landrover was moving closer but
not on a direct course. They were down a hill and the
plane been the white colour it was and the rapidly
falling snow was almost covered. Justin got Lance to
support himself totally on Chris before sprinting
towards where the car was.

"HEY!" Justin screamed, increasing his running into as
fast a sprint as he could manage. "OVER HERE! WE NEED
HELP! HELLO!" Justin continued to scream, waving his
arms about as he ran.

--In his car Alex was absorbed in the new song on the
radio. It was `This I Promise You' by Nysnc, and he
was once again attempting to sing along with it.

The music was loud and so he was unable to hear the
desperate screams Justin was emitting.

Seeing that the guy in the car could not hear him and
the emptiness of the road Justin dived into the road
causing Alex to slam on his brakes and swerve the car
away in reflex. His car spun around and off the road
down the hill towards where the other guys were.

Going down the hill the car was moving faster, with
the breaks being useless on the icy slopes.

Alex struggled to manoeuvre the car away from the guys
and his car slammed (driver's side) into a large, mean
looking tree. His head smashing into the side window
upon contact.

The guys mouths hung open in shock. They looked from
the car, which for the most part was undamaged, then
over to Justin who had a terrified look on his face.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Lance cursed. It
surprised the guys, considering he never cursed but he
couldn't believe all this was happening.

"I-I-I" Justin stuttered. "I was t-trying to get him
to stop."

"Well, you did that!" Joey said, still staring at the
smashed window and the slight blood dripping down the
broken window.

Lance, struggling greatly made it to the crashed car.
He got in the other door which was undamaged, and
moved to the guy.

His breath caught upon seeing him.

This man was beautiful.

His hair, his face, his build.

//If only I could see his eyes!// Lance thought, right
before the mans eyes flickered open.

"Oh, much better." Lance said, before realising he had
said it out loud.

"Oh, my head!" Alex grabbed his head, putting pressure
in hopes to dull the throbbing pain.

"I am, so, so sorry…."

"Alex." Alex filled in for Lance, a smile lighting up
his face at the Angel in front of him.

"…Alex." Lance said. "Our plane crashed. My stupid
friend acts before he thinks. We'll pay for the
damages and any medical bills. I am really sorry about
all this!" Lance finished.

//What's wrong with me?// He thought. //I'm speaking
like I'm on my first date.//

"Your plane crashed? Oh wow! I'm so sorry! Are you
okay, are the rest of your friends okay?" Alex
spluttered out.

He still hadn't realised who was in front of him.
Maybe it was the concussion, maybe just the lack of
sleep he'd had over the past few weeks. Whatever it
was he did know he was already deeply in lust of this
guy.

"We're all okay, Alex." Lance smiled at the man's
concerns.

//We've just almost killed him and he's asking if we
are alright.//

"Just a few bumps and bruises. I hate to ask this, but
do you think you could give us a ride…?"

"Lance!" Alex spat out, finally realising who was in
front of him, but calming quickly.

"Of course you can have a ride. I wasn't gonna leave
you here in the cold."

The rest of the guys who had been a few metres away,
at first chastising Justin, but then watching intently
of what was going on in the car.

With some effort the car was pushed and rocked away
from the tree. The car thanks to the modern technology
of steel bars through the car was barely dented. The
car started and all the guys managed to squeeze in.

Lance sat in the front with Alex.

Justin and JC like Lance were in awe of how cute this
guy was.

"Guys, this is Alex!" Lance finally introduced his new
friend properly.

A mix of `Hey-Alex' Hi dude, and nice to meet yah,'
came from the guys. Justin muttered a quiet hi, still
totally humiliated at what he had almost done. The
guys had yelled at him and even JC was acting cold
towards him.

Alex remembered it was Justin who had tried to stop
him, and had a thought. "Listen guys. We're not gonna
be able to get you into town with this storm. There's
a Gas station with a coffee shop. We can get something
to eat/drink and then you guys can either, stay there
and wait out the storm or come back to my place.

Alex pretended not to notice the looks the guys gave
each other, but before any could answer, Lance did for
them. "That would be great, thanks Alex!" Lance
finished with a big grin on his face.

A few minutes later in an uncomfortable silence they
stopped at the Gas station. Justin practically
sprinted out to the shop, which was separate from the
coffee shop. JC, after one more glance at Alex, went
with Joey and Chris into the coffee shop. Lance looked
at Alex and asked. "You coming?"

"In a minute, Lance." Alex answered. "I just wanna go
in here." Alex indicated to where Justin had just
entered.

Lance felt the tears rush forward but held them back.
"Okay, sure." Lance said sadly.

He'd lost the only other man he liked to Justin. He
wasn't the hunk Justin was, or that JC was. He knew
they were both into Alex. He could see it in their
eyes.

//Why would Alex want me when he could have either of
them?"// Lance thought, sighing in sadness before
heading to where the rest of the guys had gone.

Upon entering the shop Alex saw Justin looking at the
hats that were displayed in the far corner.

Approaching Justin he patted him on the shoulder and
Justin hurriedly turned.

"A-A-Alex." Justin finally got out. "Look, I'm so, so
sorry about your car. I'll pay for everything. If you
want some money for anything just ask me. Please…I'm
so sorry." Justin was unable to hold the tears as they
ran down his face.

"Justin, look. I'm not angry, and I don't want your
money. Please don't cry." Alex pulled Justin into a
hug, and rocked him gently as the tears dried up.

"Thank you, Alex." Justin sighed in relief.

With that both men left the shop, and entered the
coffee shop. Justin had his arm around Alex, and
Lance, who was hoping it, was totally innocent had his
hopes shattered when he saw them enter.

Justin saw Lance's deathly stare towards him and
frowned. Moving away from Alex.

"Lance, man." Justin said, speaking quietly to Lance.

"WHAT?" Lance said. Struggling to stay calm.

"I'm not `with' him." Justin emphasised the `with'

Lance looked into Justin's face for any signs of
deception. "Really?" He asked, almost timidly.

"Really!" Justin replied a smile on his face.

"But I'd watch out. Someone else seems to have an
interest."

Lance's eyes followed Justin's line of sight, in time
to see JC moving very close to Alex, obviously clear
in what he wanted.

To Be Continued?