Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 21:00:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mel J <melanjea_bsb@yahoo.com>
Subject: Full Circle ~New~ Prologue

Disclaimer! I dont know the Men of Nysnc and this has
no reflection on them or their sexuality.
  This is my first purly Nsync story so I hope you
will bear with me and I hope you enjoy it!-Mel

Full Circle-Prologue
By Mel
2001


     It was a dark and stormy night... Wait. That was
so cheezy, he thought, erasing what he had just typed.
But the truth of it was that it was a dark and stormy
night.
   He ran a hand through his hair and stood up, taking
a peak outside his hotel room window. It was
magnificent. The rain came down in sheets, with the
occasional streak of lightning. He turned back to the
computer.
   He had started writing a while ago, something to
relieve all the frustration building inside of him,
and now it was like an obsession with him. He put his
head in his hands.
   What a mess this all was. He never thought he would
fall for one of his best friends. Who just happened to
be straighter than an arrow.
   A tear fell down his cheek, and suddenly he was too
tired to whipe it off. He turned of the moniter,
staring out into the unending rain.
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    Joey poked his head into Lance's dressing room.
"You ready yet?" Lance gave his appearance one final
glance in the mirror.
   "Yep, lets do it." He followed Joey to where the
rest of the guys were waiting, hacky ready. They
finished their familiar ritual with ease tonight,
surprising really, considering even after all these
years they still werent good at it.
   As they took their places, Lance grinned at Justin.
He loved this, always would but it was the last night
of this tour, and he for one, was glad they could all
take a break. The lights went up, and all was
forgotten as they performed.
    And then it was over. Five tired men climbed into
the bus and headed toward Orlando, where they would
all go their seperate ways.
   Jc looked out the window tiredly. He too was tired
of the tour. He was tired, bone tired and tired of
pretending to be something he wasnt. But he didnt tell
the guys any of it. Like always, he carried the burden
alone.

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    Chris looked at his reflection in the bathroom
mirror, his eyes red-rimmed and his face flushed. He
could barely stand to look at himself these days.
   "How did I get this far gone?" He whispered, once
again flushing his face with cold water. He didnt know
if it was worth it anymore, but he couldnt bring
himself to stop.
    He knew the guys would just be hurt, hurt and
angry, so he kept it deep inside. He never meant to
let it get this far out of control. Chris dried his
face, then turned to his back back. His hands shook,
but even so, they knew what they wanted, they knew
what he needed.
   His daily fix.
    A knock on the door interuppted him. "Chris, did
you fall in? Man, I need to go." Justin. Damn. He
hurriedly put it away, and straightened his clothes.
  "Just a sec, Curly."

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   Lance took another swig of water, his eyes
narrowing as he looked at Jc. He could tell something
was wrong, but was uneasy about broaching the subject
with his friend. Jc had been snapping at everyone
these days, and he was not in the mood to get his head
bitten off.
   Besides he had his own problems to think of. He
shook his head, and streatched. He headed toward his
bunk, hoping to get some sleep. He never saw Joey
watch him go.
   "Have they all gone crazy?" he thought, his mind
going over the past few weeks.
   Joey could feel his heart beat fast. He hated to
have to get them in a group meeting, too many of them
would be hurt. But he would if things didnt change.
The thought made his head hurt. Sometimes he hated
bieng the one everyone confided in. If they only knew,
they might not be so willing to share.

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   After a while, the bus was dark and quiet. He
slipped into the bunk, remembering to keep his clothes
in a neat pile.
  Lips met his, and a familiar tongue caressed his.
His breathing got heavy. They werent lovers, not
really. Just fuck buddies, when the tension of the
road got to be too much.
    The dark magnified everything. Heat, flesh against
flesh. A hot, wet mouth on his cock. Oh it felt so
damn good... so hot, oh fuck..yes.. suck me..ahhhhh!
He exploded and sank into oblivion.
  Then he felt fingers teasing his hole.
   The night was just beginning.

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   It was morning when the bus carrying the five
members of Nsync finally hit Orlando. They were let
off at their respective homes, hugging and saying
there goodbyes. Two months before they had to go back
into the studio.
   All five of them hoped things would get better. It
would get worse before that could happen...tbc....