Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1999 18:04:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Billy Burrew <billy_burrew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gifts of Love Chapters 9

The Gift of Love...
A New Tale of the Magi
By Billy Burrew

Disclaimer: As usual, I would like to comment that this story is purely
fictional and that it is no reflection on the sexual orientation of any of
the members of NSYNC, Backstreet Boys or their estranged manager, Lou
Pearlman.  Please read this and enjoy it for what I intended it to be, an
entertaining story.  There is not a lot of sex, tho there are some adult
situations.  Please be forewarned.  Remember, in the words of Peter
Vincent, the Vampire Slayer in Fright Night, "Forewarned is Forearmed!"
-Billy B

Chapter 9: A Day at the Park

The next day Lance and JC woke Patrick and Mike up early.

"Ready to hit Universal Studio's?", JC asked with a grin.

"Oh yeah!", Mike laughed, "You've never seen Mr. Iron Stomach here with
motion sickness...but wait!"

JC looked at Mike and Patrick and laughed, "Well....he can go on the easy
rides and he and Lance can sit out the more intense ones....Scoop here gets
kinda ill too!"

Lance punched JC in the arm then chased him around the room as JC tried to
escape him.

"Patrick and I can find some fun stuff to do while you are all destroying
your brain cells with G forces.", Lance grinned, "Tho I better write on
your chest where we parked in case you destroy too many and forget."

JC shook his head and laughed, "Ha ha....Lance.  Very funny.  Now...what
was I gonna do?"

Lance giggled and JC hit him in the face with a pillow.

"Let's get the other guys up and do it!", Mike said.

"I'll go wake-up Justin.", Patrick said.

JC looked at him like he was insane and had grown a horn on his head. "Are
you kidding.  He's a total bitch in the morning.  I can't even stand him
and he and I are real tight."

"Well", Patrick grinned, "I have my ways of getting Justin to wake up."

Lance began to laugh and he fell back on the bed, "I can't wait to hear
about this one.  The last two were priceless.  He'll never live the one at
the hotel down."

Patrick grinned and walked over to Justin's room and quietly opened the
door.  Justin was completely covered in blankets with only a tuft of curly
hair sticking out of the folds.  Patrick grinned and sat down on the bed
next to the lump he assumed was Justin.  He pulled back a few of the covers
and ran his hand down Justin's bare back, lightly touching his neck and
shoulders.  Justin made a cat-like purring noise in his sleep.  Patrick
then rubbed his hands along Justin's side and boxers, then caressed his
tight butt through his boxers.  Justin began to make louder moans as
Patrick raked his nails across Justin's back, causing the young boy to arch
his back and breath a huge sigh.

"Oh yeah, Lance.", Justin sighed and Patrick stopped immediately, realizing
that his joke might backfire.  Patrick resorted to a more primitive means
of getting Justin to wake-up.  He grabbed all the blankets and sheets and
in one motion, simply pulled them off the bed entirely.  A second later
Justin began to shiver.  Patrick laid down next to Justin and leaned over
into his ear.

"Feeling a little nippy there, Curly?", Patrick whispered.

Justin's eyes popped open and he quickly turned to face Patrick.

"Good morning Justin", Patrick said, "The other guys sent me in here to
wake you up. I thought I'd be nice this time."  "Morning", Justin mumbled
sleepily and grabbed Patrick around the waist, pulling him closer on top of
him, like a human blanket.

"Justin", Patrick sighed.  "You gotta get up."

"Don wanna....am tired", Justin said stubbornly.

"Justin", Patrick said blushing slightly, "You seem to have a little
problem there and its poking me in the stomach."

Justin's eyes popped open and met Patrick's gaze then both looked down to
see "little Justin" was indeed poking through his boxers at Patrick's
stomach.

Justin blushed but did not pull away. Instead he looked into Patrick's
eyes.  Patrick stared back at Justin and quietly said, "So....why didn't
you tell me that you have a thing for Lance?"

Justin's eyes widened then filled with tears, "Because he seems so
infatuated with you."

"Justin", Patrick sighed, "I don't know what to do.  I don't wanna break
his heart or let him break yours.  You guys are gonna be together for a
long time.  I am not gonna be alive much longer."

"Don't say that!", Justin whispered sadly, "You're gaining ground
here...you look so much better than at the wedding.  You're gonna be
around..."

"Justin", Patrick replied, "I look good now, but I'm not cured.  One bout
of sickness and I'm done."

"He talks about you all the time.  I've never seen him so excited.", Justin
sighed.

"Lance and I have to talk.  I love him, like I love you, like I love JC and
Chris and Joey", Patrick said, "You're like my brothers.  I think I smile
every time I see you on TV or hear about something you do."

Patrick leaned in a kissed Justin lightly on the lips.  "C'mon and get up
and get dressed.  We have some coasters to ride, remember?"

Justin grinned broadly, getting up and running into the bathroom, "You're
on!"

A few hours later at the amusement park, Lance and Patrick waved to the
guys as they boarded the newest, wildest ride at Univeral Studio's, which
was, in Patrick's opinion, a little too wild for him.  Lance agreed and the
two went off in search of a snack.  As they walked, Patrick turned and
smiled at Lance, who was staring at him.

"So Lance", Patrick said quietly, "Let's sit and talk for a second.  I need
to be honest with you."

Lance nodded and the two sat down at a picnic table in a less crowded area.

"I love you, Lance. I always will.", Patrick said suddenly, "If I was a
healthy guy with a future and had met you and gotten to be this close to
you, I would have given anything to be with you."

Lance looked up at Patrick as he continued, "but...I am not healthy, nor do
I have a future.  If it were possible, I would still give anything but it
wouldn't be fair to you, because you would be left with an empty life and a
broken heart after I die."

Lance nodded as tears began to fall down his cheeks.  "I love you, too.  I
kept trying not to, but I dunno what happened."

"Well", Patrick smiled as he grabbed Lance's hand, "Howsabout we keep
loving each other, then, more than friends, lets "you and me" just be "you
and me", OK?"

Lance reached over and grabbed Patrick into a hug, as his tears fell down
his cheeks.

"Deal.", Lance replied, "But you gotta promise me...that the moment you get
sick, or anything, you'll call me.  I wanna be there for you....all the
way. I wanna be the last person you see, and know that I'll love you
always."

The two boys hugged again, crying freely this time.

Patrick smiled and tried to choke back the tears. "I don't wanna
blab....but...I think you should know.  Justin really cares for you."

"What?", Lance said, his eyebrows raised in shock.

"Justin really cares for you deeply.  He kinda let it slip this morning
when I was waking him up.", Patrick said, "He is genuinely in love with you
and I hope that you let something develop there between you two. It might
be hard to look at him that way cause he's always been your good friend,
but sometimes, best friends make the best lovers."

Lance nodded and grinned, "I like him a lot, too!  I think that maybe he
and should sit and have a talk like this.  I think it'll help."

Lance looked over at the concession stand and smiled, then smacked his hand
to his head, "Hey!  We're supposed to be eating.  Lemme go get our apples."

Patrick watched as Lance got up and walked over to the concession stand and
stood in line. Patrick sighed in amazement at how well that had gone.
These really were the best friends he had ever known.