Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2000 20:09:55 EDT
From: Chris13731@aol.com
Subject: I Need Love: Chapter 7  (Celebrity, Boy Band)

Back again, hi all. Thanks to everyone who wrote me about the last chapter,
you're all very appreciated. Still not to sex yet, but getting closer all
the time. If you're 18 or homosexual content offends you, leave. No matter
how much I wish I did, I don't know *NSYNC or their sexual preferences. On
to the story..........


I Need Love: Chapter VII


As the limo drove through the busy city streets, I sat staring out the
window at the passing lights. I was mentally mapping out what I would say
to JC when I finally confessed my love for him. And also planning my
groveling to my boss back at the hotel to get my job back. I figured I
wouldn't be staying on the tour long after I told JC my feelings for him. I
was snapped out of my deep thought by a tap on my shoulder. As the lights
played across a face shrouded in shadows, I could barely make out Lance's
features before he spoke.

"Hey, something wrong?" he whispered with concern in his voice.

"Nah, I'm just thinking. I'm fine." The limo pulled to a stop in front of
the club we were going to. I smiled at him, "Come on, let's go have fun."

The club was an upscale one, the kind I wouldn't be at without my present
company. I suppose that's why there really wasn't much screaming or
mobbing, which I was extremely grateful for.

As we entered the darkened interior, Chris and Justin headed immediately to
the dance floor, Joey moved directly to a group of girls, and Lance and I
headed to the bar. I ordered a Sex on the Beach, and Lance ordered a boring
old Coke. He turned to me and shouted over the music.

"What are you drinking?"

I replied just as loudly. "Sex on the Beach. It's really good, you should
try it some time."

"The drink or the act?" he smiled at me.

Justin and Chris came up from the dance floor and joined us. Justin sat
next to me and Chris began pleading with Lance.

"Come ON Scoop!!! Curly says he wants to relax for a while and I need
someone to come out there with me!!"

"I dunno Chris, I'm bad at dancing, I'll just make a fool out of myself,"
Lance said reluctantly.

"You'll do fine, just come with me!!!" Chris said as he physically pulled
Lance towards the dance floor. Lance looked to me for help, but I just gave
him a sympathetic smile as he disappeared into the sea of bodies.

"You sure you should be drinking after your little incident?" Justin said,
then he gestured to the bartender. "Rum and coke, please." The bartender
asked for ID, which Justin promptly presented. Then surprisingly the
bartender served him.

"Aren't you only 19?"

He leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "You can't tell me you never had a
fake ID...."

I just leaned back and smiled at him. Ahhh.......to be young again.

"So, tell me about yourself.........do you have a girlfriend?" he said,
taking a sip of his newly arrived drink.

"Nah......... I haven't had a relationship in years. MANY years." I was not
about to just flat out tell this guy I've known for less than a day about
my sexuality. Not on the first drink, at least.............

We sat there, chatting about each other and ourselves, for a couple
hours. I didn't realize how many drinks we both had had until I nearly fell
off my stool. Justin tried to steady me but nearly fell right on me. We
both had a good laugh at that one, you know, the way-too-drunk laugh. A
little after that, Lance and Chris returned from the dance floor,
glistening with sweat. I spotted them and waved excitedly.

"Hi guys!!!" I exclaimed with WAY too much enthusiasm.

"Oh God, you guys are PLASTERED! I'll go get Joey, we need to get you two
out of here." Chris said after noticing Justin's swaying. Lance remained in
front of us, shaking his head.

"Oh, do we HAVE to leave, Lance?? It's so much fun here!! Can we PLEASE
stay?" Justin said, giving the older boy puppy-dog eyes. I tried to make a
pouting face, but apparently the action was too amusing to me. I kept
cracking up each time, which set Justin off laughing. Chris returned with
Joey and between the three of them they steadied us enough to get out to
the limo and head back to the hotel.

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The five of us made it slowly through the hall towards our room. We'd come
in the back way into the lobby. No one wanted pictures of Justin drunk off
his ass all over the tabloids in a day or two. The whole elevator ride up
was a fiasco in itself, with Justin pushing random floor buttons often. We
reached Justin's room and Lance kept on moving with me practically hanging
on his shoulder. Justin turned to me and called out.

"Hey Chris, come hang out in my room for a little while!"

Lance was resistant to the idea. "I don't know, you guys are in pretty bad
condition, and we have a flight out of here tomorrow at noon........."

I turned to my crutch. "It's OK, we're big boys. We'll be JUST fine," I
said, swaying heavily.

"I guess it's OK. Just don't stay up too late, I hate it when you're tired
and cranky, Curly. And try not to break anything!"

With that final warning, Lance headed wearily down the hall with the other
two band-members. Justin fumbled in his pockets for a good five minutes
before coming up with the key card and haphazardly inserting it into the
slot. We nearly fell into the room and crumpled onto the bed giggling.

As our laughter subsided, it was replaced by an awkward silence. Overcome
by the alcohol, I completely surprised myself with my subsequent actions.

Turning to Justin, I said, "I have a secret.........."

He got this giddy gleam in his eyes and became rather excited. "Really?
Come on, tell me, spill the beans!!"

"I don't know if I should......." was all I said before he cut me off.

"Go ahead, just tell me. I'll tell you one of my secrets, too, just tell me
yours!"

"OK, I guess.........." I leaned in really close and put my hand over his
ear near my mouth. Then, a little too loudly, I said, "I think you're
really hot."

Silence. I was drunk enough that I didn't realize what silence could mean,
but then Justin looked me in the eyes.

"Does that mean you want to kiss me?"

I stared deep into his eyes and could only nod.

"I wouldn't mind that either," he said.

The bedroom felt like it was swirling around me. The entire situation felt
completely surreal and for all I know I could have passed out and was
dreaming the entire thing. But ever so slowly, our faces inched toward each
other. Nearer and nearer, it was as if his eyes were pulling me in. Closing
my eyes as our faces became minutely close to each other, I felt our lips
gently press together. Warm and soft, gentle and deeply moving. We pulled
apart, and I slightly opened my eyes. I stared straight into a pool of
emotion, which ones I couldn't tell. But I could pick out desire, prominent
above the rest, and the wheels were set in motion..........

Justin wrapped his arm under my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I
moved in once again for a kiss, slightly opening my mouth, inviting his
tongue inside. Accepting, he began massaging the inside of my mouth with
his tongue. I returned the favor while running my hand up his back. It
reached his hand and I started massaging his scalp through his curls.

Hesitantly, I broke our kiss and slid off the bed. Standing up, I reached
down and pulled Justin up to stand next to me. I reached up and slowly
unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing the tight wifebeater
underneath. I proceeded down his shirt as I leaned in towards his
face. Tilting my head slightly, I started sucking on his earlobe. As I
gently nibbled, Justin let out a soft moan. His shirt fell to the floor,
and he slowly pulled me away. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my
shirt from the waist of my pants. He sensuously kissed my neck, breaking
away only to tug my shirt over my head.

Justin returned his attention to my lips, kissing me slowly and
forcefully. My hands roamed his back. One of his was pulling me into the
kiss, the other in the back pocket of my pants. To ease a question in the
back of my mind, I broke away once again.

"You're OK with this, right?" I said, looking Justin straight in the eyes.

"Oh yes," he said, lightly squeezing my ass. The alcohol smell was heavy on
his breath, but so was mine, and at that point, I don't think it really
mattered to either of us.

We resumed our making out, even more passionate than before, if possible. I
had both my hands on his hair, constantly running my hands through it over
and over again. Damn, curly hair REALLY turned me on. I felt him caress me
down, down, and down. He slowly fumbled with my belt buckle. In his
intoxicated state, it took Justin a few minutes to get my belt unbuckled
and slowly unbutton and unzip my pants. Before he could go any further, I
pulled his hands away. I returned the favor for him, his pants slipping
down almost to his knees. There was a rather large bulge in his Tommy
Hilfiger boxer-briefs to match the one in my plaid boxers. Wrapping his
arms around my back, Justin started kissing from my earlobe down my
jawline. Pulling me close, he started grinding his hips into mine, rubbing
our fabric-clad erections together. Pleasure tingling through my whole
body, I moaned loudly into Justin's mouth.

Suddenly, I was blinded as I heard the lock turn and the door open. I
pulled my mouth away from Justin's, turning to identify the newcomer. My
eyes adjusted to the bright light, and slowly I started to make out the
person's features. As I recognized the intruder, my head cleared and my
heart dropped.

I saw a tear roll down JC's cheek, with many more on their way in his
eyes. He dropped something on the floor with a whimper. He quickly turned
and fled across the hall to his room. I tried to call out to stop him, but
sounds wouldn't come. I rushed to the door, found the forgotten item on the
floor. A single red rose.

What did this all mean? Only one thing came to my mind, but JC was
straight.....wasn't he? I was certain of it. Or was I? Why else would he be
so upset by something happening between me and Justin? Why else would he
bring a rose here? There had to be a logical explanation. He must have been
upset because Justin never said anything about liking guys to him. JC must
have bought the rose for some girl he met, or something like that. I don't
know, but I did know that JC was not gay. Whatever it was, it really upset
him, and I felt horrible. I hated seeing him sad before, but this was even
worse. I had to talk to him. Now.

I turned to check on Justin and found him fast asleep on the bed. I
finished removing Justin's pants with sex being the last thing on my mind
and tucked him in. Re-dressing, I headed out of the room and across the
hall. I banged on the door and called out, desperately trying to get JC to
open the door. Realizing my effort was futile, I collapsed to the
floor. Exhausted, I leaned my head against the door. I could barely make
out JC sobbing inside, and Lance's deep voice I assume trying to comfort
him. Why was he so upset??? Why did I even do this with Justin? I love
JC. He's the only one I want. What have I done??

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Well, this is an emotional climax I wanted to reach, I hope you like it.
Maybe I didn't do it the right way, you tell me. How is this all gonna
resolve? Well, first, e-mail me!!! I'm not sure I'm gonna write the next
chapter unless I get some feedback on what people think of this one. If I
get some positive responses, I'll do my best to get the next chapter out
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