Date: Thu, 06 Jul 2000 11:30:21 EDT
From: That's The Way I Like It <bsb_stories@hotmail.com>
Subject: gay/celebrity/boy-bands/fitting-in  Fitting In Chapter 2

Hey everybody!  Thanks for the responses on Chapter One.  Just
to clarify a few things, yes, it's supposed to be light-hearted
and it's OK to laugh, and nobody is going to be a "bad guy" in
this.  And yes, you do have to really suspend your disbelief
here.  I want the characters to be three-dimensional, but the
setting is a little weak ... think gay 90210 or something.  :)
You know how in most mainstream scenarios, everybody is straight,
except perhaps when being gay is necessary for a punchline?  My
world is the opposite.  ;)  Hey, why not.  It's more fun.

As always, please don't read this if you are offended by gay
sex and remember that this is just fantasy and has nothing to
do with the real-life people used as characters in the story.


CHAPTER TWO

Nick walked gingerly down the stairs, limping a bit as he went.
To say that his ass was sore was like saying the Titanic had a
minor mishap on the way across the Atlantic.  But he had no
regrets, painful as it was.  He loved having sex with Lance.
Well, frankly he just liked having sex.  But he did really
love Lance, or at least Nick had convinced himself that he
did.  The only problem was that he loved Kevin, too.  Nick
let himself daydream about his other lover while he made up
a big plate of breakfast for Lance, still snoozing upstairs.
It was easier with Lance; their parents knew each other and
moved in the same social circles.  They had more in common.
They could spend lots of time together in the summer and on
holiday.  Besides, Nick liked doing things for Lance and
feeling wanted and important; it was about the only time
people didn't treat him like a baby.  The routine of having
a boyfriend to fawn over was one of Nick's great pleasures
in life.  But what drew Nick to Kevin was not only the spark
of passion they shared, but also the illicit, forbidden
nature of the relationship.  He hadn't quite figured that
out on that particular morning, and in fact Nick was in the
middle of a nice little sexual fantasy, holding aloft a
plump sausage with some tongs, when he heard a very
familiar deep voice at one of the breakfast tables.  Nick
turned bright red and froze momentarily.

"Oh, hi Nicky," Howie chirped anxiously, tapping the blonde
on the shoulder.  "So what time is the shindig tonight?"
There was no response, and Howie coughed into his fist and
tried again.  "Nicky?"  "Oh, Howie," Nick said blankly.  "I
have to go.  Lance is waiting for me upstairs."  "OK, well,
I was just-"  "I can't talk.  Bye."  Nick padded quickly out
of the room in his pajamas, clutching his plate of breakfast
and leaving Howie standing there not a little embarrassed.
Was he not invited after all?  Was it bad that he mentioned
it in front of the geek table?  Thankfully, Howie was
rescued from his palpitations by Joey, who nudged him to get
to the pancakes.  "Comin' through, D."  They began chatting
about the party, while Kevin shoved his chair back from the
'geek table.'  "I better go check out my bike," he said to
A.J.  "I'm not going to be riding it for a while, so I want
to make sure it's clean."  "Cool," A.J. said with a grin,
"next spring I wanna take it for a spin."  "We'll see if I'm
still here," Kevin said ruefully, and he was on his way.  It
was more painful than he thought it was going to be seeing
Nicky Carter again, and Kevin wanted to be alone with his
thoughts.  A.J. cleared his things away and walked off at
the very instant that Chris sat down.  A.J. was oblivious
to this sequence of events, but to Chris it seemed like a
diss.  Wonderful, Chris thought to himself, another year is
starting out like this.  He chopped at his pancakes irately
and yanked his head up when he heard a chair being slid out
from the table.

"Mind if I join you?"  It was the kid from the basketball
court.  Chris flinched; he figured this must be some kind of
hazing ritual.  Somehow he was the butt of a joke.  "Sure,"
he said sourly.  "Be my guest."  They chewed in silence for
a few minutes before Brian timidly began some conversation.
"So Chris," he said, "you've been here a couple of years,
I gather."  "Yeah?" Chris said defensively.  "So who was
the kid who came in a limo?"  Brian's eyes were crinkling
at him, and tiny laugh lines tugged at the corners of his
mouth.  Chris couldn't keep up his defenses, despite his
best intentions.  "That was Howie," Chris said in a low
voice, and he gestured at the table where Howie, Joey and
some of the other social elite were sitting.  "He's a
little bit spoiled.  He has his own driver."  Brian just
shook his head and smiled wider.  "Well, I had a driver
too, but it was just a cab."  Chris laughed softly.  "Your
parents didn't come with you?"  "Me?  Oh no," Brian said,
and his face fell.  Chris poked at his food nervously and
decided to change the subject.  "You'll get to know Howie
and his crew soon enough," Chris continued.  "They think
they are real big shots, just because they're rich and
popular."  "I thought everybody around here was rich," Brian
said lightly.  "Well, there are a couple of scholarship
cases," Chris said.  "I think your roommate is one of them."
"So everybody knows each other's business."  "Oh yes," Chris
nodded.  "There's not much else to do here, except mess with
each other's minds."  "Well, that should be *real*
interesting," Brian said cryptically.  "Good morning," Justin
said as he joined the two of them.  He had realised as soon
as he entered the dining room that he would be making a
social statement based on who he ate with.  It's too early
for me to worry about that kind of stuff, Justin told himself.
Besides, that cute guy Lance wasn't around.

"Justin, this here is Chris," Brian said, "he might try out
for the basketball team with us."  Chris nearly choked on
his sausage, but he managed to just nod politely at Justin.
"Cool," Justin grinned.  "Chris was also telling me about
who the popular crowd is," Brian said with extreme disgust
in his voice.  "Aw, we don't have to start worrying about
that, do we?" Justin replied, although there was a slight
catch in his voice as he realised how hypocritical he was
being.  Part of his fantasies about going to this school
was hooking into that impossibly wealthy world which
lives in every TV show and movie in America, taunting the
rest of us with our inadequate lifestyles.  "That all
depends," Chris said.  "You'll know pretty soon if they
are interested in you or not."  "Sounds like Big Brother,"
Justin chuckled.  Was Lance part of that crowd, he
wondered.  It sure seemed like it.  Justin would love to
find out that Lance was interested in him!  "So what does
your family do?" Chris asked.  "Well, my dad is a desk cop,
and my mom works at an electric company, doing dispatching."
Justin glanced up as he responded, wondering if Chris was
adding up those incomes in his mind and figuring out that
he was one of the handful of kids at the school who was
on a scholarship.  "That's cool," Chris shrugged.  "My dad
used to be a biochemist, but he quit.  Didn't like industry
work.  But he could retire after working out some deals on
his patents with Dow."  Now, Chris thought, he's free to
indulge himself in his petty tyrannies.  "What about your
parents, Brian?"  There was an uncomfortable silence as
Chris remembered that was a delicate subject.  "Well, I
wouldn't really know," Brian replied casually.  "I live with
a foster family now, or at least I'm being sponsored by one,
I should say.  I used to live with my grandma.  It's a long
story."  "I'm sorry," Chris said sincerely.  "Don't be,"
Brian replied.  "After all, I'm here now, aren't I?  Got
all the money I want, too."  "And exciting new friends,"
Justin threw in, trying to lighten the mood.  Brian caught
his eye and gave him a warm smile; it felt like a tight hug,
and Justin beamed back at him in response.

"So did you miss me?"  The little room was completely dark
after the blinds had been drawn, and Nick let Kevin's strong
arms wrap around his body, taking in the scent of the leather
jacket he always wore.  "Yes," Nick whispered reverently,
letting his lips brush against Kevin's earring.  "But you're
still with Lance, though, aren't you?"  Kevin backed away
from Nick and lifted the blonde's chin so that they looked
each other in the face.  Nick kept his eyes focused on the
floor.  "Look at me."  Nick shook his head.  "Why not?  I
want to see your eyes, baby."  Nick slowly raised his big
blue eyes, which were shiny with tears.  "Don't cry, Nicky.
Everything will be okay."  "I'm so crazy about you," Nick
whispered, his voice breaking.  "Shh," Kevin said, walking
Nick backwards toward the bed and laying him down on his
back.  The young blonde was trembling slightly, partly from
emotion and partly from arousal, and Kevin kissed him
sweetly on the forehead before lying beside him.  "Do you
remember when I took you up to the peak of Friar's Mountain
last year?"  "Of course I do," Nick said, gazing at Kevin.
"In the moonlight ... we could see thousands of stars, and
the little purple clouds... it was so romantic."  He broke
into a smile at last.  "Do you remember what we were talking
about that night?"  "Oh man," Nick sighed.  "Everything.
You made me feel like... I don't know.  Like it was the
first time I was speaking from my heart, and coming up
with my own ideas about the world, and ... and stuff..."
Kevin's heart warmed at Nick's shy way of expressing
himself.  "Don't sell yourself short, Nicky.  But what I
meant was, when we said that we found each other for a
reason.  Even though we're different."  "Uh hmm," Nick
sighed, one finger tracing a circle on Kevin's chest.
"It was a beautiful night."  They both remained silent for
a minute, remembering how much went wrong when they returned
from that little trip.  "I guess I should let you get back
to Lance," Kevin said abruptly.  Nick sat up; the mood had
turned suddenly chilly, and he wanted to leave before he
forced something to happen which Kevin didn't even really
want.  "Okay," he mumbled.  "See you around, I guess."  Nick
buttoned up the front of his shirt and grabbed his keys off
the dresser as he made his hasty exit.

"Where have you been, pumpkin?"  Lance wrapped his arms
around Nick and hugged him tightly, rocking him gently from
side to side.  "Just to the bathroom," Nick said, shuddering
as he felt Lance's breath on his neck and ear.  "You're
tickling me ..."  "I know," Lance whispered, and he licked
Nick's ear.  "Ah!!"  Nick laughed and wriggled out of his
lover's arms.  "Brat."  "Are you ready to have fun tonight?"
Lance asked, tackling Nick on the bed and wrestling him
down so that he was lying on top of him.  "Of course I am,"
Nick grinned.  "You know me, party animal."  "Oh please!"
"I am!  I am a party animal."  "No you're not.  You're a
closet nerd."  "Shut up!" Nick laughed and licked Lance's
face.  "Ewww!" Lance began tickling Nick in retaliation,
getting an "uncle!" and then a "god, please stop, you're
going to make me pee!" in quick succession.  "I found us a
new toy," Lance said, snuggling closer to his lover.  "Oh,
really," Nick replied, frowning up at the ceiling.  "Baby?
We should do something a little different this time, don't
you think?"  "What do you mean, honey lump?"  Nick bit his
lip.  He didn't want to say, because the last time, you
almost left me for him, the last time, it almost broke my
heart, it made me want to die, you lied to me, you hurt me,
I hated every second of it.  Instead, he began unbuttoning
Lance's top.  "What are you doing, Nicky?" Lance laughed,
just as glad that the subject was dropped.  "I'm just
looking for something," Nick said, making an innocent face
and humming to himself as he continued removing his
boyfriend's clothes.  Lance laughed lightly and stretched
out on the bed, letting Nick's soft hands roam gently over
his stomach.  One hand slipped into Lance's boxer briefs
to cup his balls, while the other tugged them off the
underwear and flung them on to the floor.

"Did you find what you were looking for, Nicky?" Lance
said quietly, stroking Nick's beautiful blonde hair as he
felt his lover's hot breath bathing his cock in moist
warm vapours.  Nick held one testicle and then the other
in his mouth, sucking them lightly as he massaged his
boyfriend's strong thigh muscles.  He then sucked on his
own finger, looking up into Lance's sparkling green eyes,
before sliding it carefully into Lance's ass.  By this
time, Lance's cock was very stiff, standing up on its
own accord as Lance shut his eyes and savoured the feeling
of Nick's fingers probing his ass.  Nick began to go down
on his boyfriend, revelling in the scent of Lance's cock
and balls, the firmness of the ridges standing out,
bulging with the blood pumping through in waves of pulsing
heat, throbbing larger and stiffer still as Nick released
his jaw further and let Lance's cock rub against the back
of his throat.  "Ahh, yeah baby," Lance moaned, thrusting
his hips up as he felt his orgasm begin to build rapidly.
"Suck me... yes, Nicky..."  Nick sucked harder, but in his
mind, he was tasting another cock.  He had Kevin's cum
smeared on his face and he licked at the corners of his
mouth, his eyes screwed tightly shut, grasping the head
board with his hands as Kevin slammed harder and harder
into his ass.  Nick remembered the way the bed squeaked,
and banged lightly into the wall with every thrust.  He
remembered the way Kevin's cock felt, longer than Lance's
but not as thick, just slightly curved, which felt
incredible sliding in and out of his ass.  Kevin's dark,
rough patch of pubic hair chafing his bare ass cheeks ...
Kevin's cum dripping slowly down his leg ... Nick was so
wrapped up in his daydream that he almost forgot what he
was doing, and was surprised when Lance suddenly grabbed
at his hair with both hands and thrust hard into his
mouth, practically choking him, as he began to spurt
his hot cum down Nick's throat.

"That was amazing, Nicky," Lance sighed, lying on his
side as he recovered from his orgasm.  Nick snuggled up
close to him, feeling rather guilty and extremely turned
on.  His own cock was throbbing hard and aching for its
own release, and Nick began to grind himself slowly
against Lance's crotch.  "You sure do love giving head,"
Lance smiled, kissing Nick on the lips with a closed
mouth.  He lay back and shut his eyes, and Nick knew
that he was going to be asleep for a few minutes at least.
As soon as Lance's chest began to rise and fall, Nick
got out of bed, and fetched himself a tube of flavoured
lube from the desk.  He lay back down and coated his
hand with the warming liquid, wrapping it around his cock
and slowly massaging it, letting the slippery sensation
give him a huge erection.  Nick slid his hand up over his
nipples and tugged at them gently, lifting his ass up in
the air almost without realising it.  Nick dug his heels
down into the bed to plant himself and began to jack
himself off firmly, imagining himself back with Kevin
again.  Kevin fucking his ass hard, but this time they
were face to face, watching Kevin's expression contort
as they had sex, Kevin wrapping his hand around Nick's
hard cock and pumping it as they fucked, in the same
rhythmn, hard, firm, faster, faster, and ... "Ahhh, oh,
fuck yeah," Nick moaned, "Ke- ohh, yeah," he managed
to catch himself as Lance opened one eye, watching Nick
shooting several loads of cum on to his lubed up body.
It was an enticing vision, but Lance had plans for the
evening and he shut his eyes again, avoiding temptation.

Justin was walking quickly through the darkened part of
the school grounds when he realised somebody was following
him.  It was Howie.  "Where are you headed?" the smaller
kid asked amiably enough.  "To the party," Justin said,
confused.  "Oh, you were invited?"  "Yes, by Joey.  And
Lance."  "Oh, cool," Howie said quickly.  "I just didn't
know, since we haven't been formally introduced yet.  My
name is Howie."  "Justin."  They shook hands and continued
on their way.  "So does Lance have parties a lot?"  "Yes,
you've pretty much met the social committee of Clarkville,"
Howie said, "that is, Lance, Joey and myself."  "Great,"
Justin nodded.  "And Nick too, of course," Howie said
wistfully.  "Nick?  I didn't meet him."  "You didn't?
That's surprising.  Usually you don't see Lance without
him!"  "Oh, I see," Justin said, feeling more and more
out of the loop.  "They're best friends?"  "I'll say!"
Howie laughed.  "Come on, here we are."  Howie moved
aside what appeared to be a small bush to reveal a
cellar door.  Once lifted, the familiar sounds of a
teenage party could be heard.  "This is our secret
party headquarters," Howie said proudly.  "After you."
"Thanks," Justin said, and as soon as he had made his
way inside, he wished even more fervently that Brian
had agreed to accompany him.  Joey was busy chatting
with a little group of people, who Howie immediately
scampered over to, and Lance was nowhere in sight.
Brian had refused; he said that he wasn't feeling up
to it, and Justin knew that he was being forced into
making a decision he didn't want to have to make.  He
resented Brian for putting him in that position.
After all, Justin thought, it was just a party, just
one night.  It didn't have any special significance.

The tall, curly-headed boy was standing meekly by the
food table, picking at a tray of chips and dip, when
Lance and Nick made their entrance.  "That's our toy,"
Lance whispered to his boyfriend, "isn't he cute?"  "I
guess," Nick said.  "I'm going to go make myself a
drink."  "Good idea," Lance said, "I don't know if he
knows we are together yet.  Let's keep it on the downlow
as long as we can."  He smacked Nick lightly on the
butt and walked over to Justin.  "Hi there," Lance said.
"I'm so glad you could make it."  "Oh, hi," Justin
replied, blushing furiously.  He started to say several
things, but they all sounded stupid, so he just didn't
say another word, and instead he peeled off another
serving of cheese-laiden tortilla chips.  Lance watched
him idly.  To say that he was taken with Justin was quite
an understatement.  He reminded Lance of Nick in some
ways, but perhaps even more nubile.  Nick had a certain
worldly sensuality about him which was always in a
battle for supremacy with his innocent looking features.
Justin looked more purely sweet to Lance, perhaps more
naive.  He had that cute little accent.  And those cute
little buns... Lance inched closer to him until he could
smell the cologne that Justin had slapped on.  The kid
didn't seem like the cologne type.  Must have put it on
to impress me, Lance smiled to himself.  How sweet!  "So
how are you liking Clarkville?  Do you feel like you're
fitting in?"  "Well," Justin said, looking up shyly,
"I am doing my best..."

Kevin had crawled into a comfortable seated position and
was brushing a bit of dirt off his tight fitting jeans
when he caught a whiff of Clove cigarettes.  His dark
brows were furrowed as he ran through the short list of
names of possible culprits, and Kevin had just struck upon
the only likely candidate when he heard someone speak out
from right behind him.  "Checking out the festivities, I
see?"  "J.C.," Kevin chuckled, turning around as best he
could in his cramped berth.  "I should have known it was
you."  "Of course.  I wouldn't want to miss Lance and
Nick's welcome back soiree."  J.C. laughed quietly and
took another drag off his cigarette.  "I thought it would
be more fun if I surprised everybody.  Don't you think?"