Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2001 12:05:20 -0400 From: Psylock Banks <psylockbanks@yahoo.com> Subject: In Your Dreams - Part 1 Hey everyone... This is one of my first attempts to write a story, actually, this IS my first, at Nifty anyway. Let me know what you people think, and if you felt like it; what should happen next. My email is psylockbanks@yahoo.com -- Disclaimer: Okay, first things first. I grew up in Canada (eh) and therefore might spell some words 'wrong', i.e. colour -> color. Also, as in everyone's disclaimer, I don't know any people in 'NSYNC and therefore don't impose anything about any of their sexual orientations. You have to be 18 (or 21 in certain places) to read this story, and must not be offended by m/m sexual acts (why would you be here in the first place, anyway?). Again, if you have any ideas on what you think should happen next, I'm open to suggestions, or if you just feel like sending me a word or two, you can contact me at psylockbanks@yahoo.com -- "In Your Dreams" By: Psylock Banks -- Chapter One: Please Don't Leave "NO! Josh, please, you promised me we'd be friends forever! You can't die. You just can't die!" Justin, cried as he stared deep into his best friend's beautifully pale eyes, but was able to blurt out, "Please, please.. Don't die!" Coughing blood, JC responded, "Justin, please don't cry, it's not your fault. And as long as you remember me, we'll always be best friends, and I'll never truly be dead. I'll never forget you, ev..." And with those words, he collapsed, and fell out of Justin's arms onto the ground. "NOOOOOOOOO!" Justin screamed out, and suddenly a bright flash blinded him, and he woke up in his hotel room realizing it was all just a dream, he took a sigh of relief, and looked at the clock -- 00:02. "Justin! What the hell happened? I heard screaming!" a worried Lance screamed as he burst through the door in just his silk boxers. Justin's bed was soaked in a damp sweat, beads of sweat still streaming down his forehead, and dried tears ran down his cheeks. Still taking deep breaths, he responded, "Oh Lance, it's you. I just had this horrendous nightmare. "Okay, you're taking deep breaths, that's good." Lance said as he walked towards Justin's bed, sitting on the corner, "Do you wanna tell me what happened? "Okay. Well, you see it was weird, only one thing happened in my dream, but I've been a sleep for 2 hours. It was kinda like a really bad soap opera or something." Justin started, "You see, someone shot JC, because they were mad at ME, and got their revenge on me by killing HIM. It made no sense, but it felt too real to be just any old dream, it was almost like a premonition or something. Oh, I don't understand it. But the part I can't get out of my head, which just keeps haunting me, is the moment, right at the exact moment, when the bullet hit JC's chest. It keeps playing over and over in my mind." Suddenly, tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, "And Lance, what if it really is a vision of the future, what if JC really will die.... Oh Lance, he's my best friend, I don't know what I'd do if he really did die." Not knowing exactly how to react, Lance pulled Justin into a tight hug and quietly said, "Justin, it's okay it was all just a dream. JC's sleeping on the couch in my room, and don't worry, he came in 45 minutes ago, and do believe his chest was bullet free..." Sighing in relief, Justin managed to stutter, "Thanks Lance. You always know exactly what to say, you and JC are like the brothers I never had, but always wanted." With that said, he lay back down and went back to sleep. Lance got up and was headed through the door, but then he thought that he should stay with Justin, just in case. So he walked to the couch and dozed off. Two hours later, Justin screamed again, waking Lance up. Quickly he ran over to the bed and woke Justin up. "Huh, huh? Lance, oh thank God! Shit, it was that dream again! Lance, what's wrong with me?" Justin said as he gasped for air. "Nothing's wrong with you Justin, you're just over worked, that's all. I'll talk to management and have them arrange a couple of days off for us, okay?" Lance said doing his best to calm the terrified Justin. Nervously, Justin said, "Thanks Lance. Listen, I know this is going to sound weird and all, me being so old already and all, but could you sleep with me tonight?" With a reluctant tone, the older blond replied, "Justin, I'm sorry. I can't." Somewhat surprised by the answer, Justin said, "Why Lance? You're always there to help whenever I'm in need, doing anything to make things right, how come you back out now? "Justin..." the boy said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, "You wouldn't understand. And even if you did, you'd probably hate me for it." Justin was confused, "Lance, you're the most responsible person in this band, I look up to you, and nothing you say could ever make me hate you. So try me." "Curly?" Lance asked, "If I told you, would you tell anyone else?" Justin nodded no, and Lance started to cry, but said, "Okay, Justin it's because I'm gay. And being in a bed with you knowing that you don't know that makes me uncomfortable, but now you know. And if you still want me to sleep in your bed, or even me near you then yeah, I'll stay, but if you're disgusted by the fact, then I'll go." Justin was shocked, it was a complete surprise to him. Lance was the perfect gentleman, and he could have, and did have any girl he wanted, so how could he be gay? But Justin couldn't stand the sight of his friend crying on the floor, so he walked over, not even realizing that he only has his boxers on, and propped Lance up, to give him a deep kiss. Lance had realized what Justin was doing, and pulled away, "Justin, get off me! I know what you're trying to do. I think it's really sweet, but you don't have to make me feel better. I'm as gay as they get, and you're straighter than a fucking arrow!" Seeing a slight bulge through the thin fabric of Lance's boxer shorts Justin was quick to reply, "Oh really, 'I'm straight as a fucking arrow'? Well tell me, do you think a straight guy would do this?" Justin quickly pulled the older boy's boxers to the ground and licked Lance's shaft. With the light of the moon shining through the window, Justin saw a drop of pre-cum at the tip of Lance's hardening member. So he took his tongue and lightly licked it off, quickly brushing the ever sensitive underside of Lance's cut cock, making him shiver. Getting weak at his knees Lance quietly said, "Well, no I guess not..." He walked over to the bed and lay down. Again he said, "Justin, just know that you don't have to do this, I'll stay." "But Lance I want to." Justin said. Quickly, he went and gave Lance a long kiss, this time Lance opened his mouth so that they could have a round of tongue hockey. After that Justin pulled away and licked Lance's luscious full lips, he made his way to the side and nibbled on the older boy's earlobe. Then he made his mad to Lance's right nipple, he licked it, but then blew on it to make it harder so that he could suck on it. At this point Lance's boxers were half way across the room, and his cock was standing straight up, his head back, and his eyes closed. Justin knew that he was driving Lance wild, and continued to tease him by slowly bring his tongue lower, on his was kissing each of Lance's abs, then finally after what seemed to Lance as an eternity, Justin made his way to Lance's cock. With giggles Justin said, "Oooh, James Jr. has grown up to be quite the big boy hasn't he?" Lance, kind of proud replied, "Yeah, James Jr. is 7.5 inches, and right now he's aching, but he thinks that Dr. Timberlake can heal him. Is he right Doc? Can you make his aching go away?" Grinning, Justin said, "Well, I'll do my best!" He took the head of Lance's hard cock into his mouth and bobbed his head up and down. He slowly jerked the shaft, bringing Lance ever closer to his climax. Gasping, Lance said, "J.. Jus... Justin! I'm almost there... Here comes! Oh my God! Justin, I'm cuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmiiinnnggg!" He shot load after load of his sweet juice into Justin's waiting mouth. Justin was able to swallow most of it but the rest dripped out the side of his mouth, onto his chest. Lance was just amazed at how much cum he spewed, but said, "Justin! That was fucking great! You sure know how to give head!" "Hey I gave it to you the same way I'd want it if I got it from you." Justin said with a devilish smile. Lance knowing what was on the other boy's mind said, "Well that can be arranged." He quickly pulled down Justin's boxers, the boy's cock hitting him in the nose. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Justin Jr. seems to be a little excited" Justin nodded yes, and Lance continued, "It seems that he's gotten pretty big, what maybe 7 inches, and cut too, very nice!" Again justin nodded. Lance, wanting to return the favor, took Justin's cock into his mouth and deep throated him, so that his nose lay in Justin's neatly trimmed pubes. Justin had never experienced oral sex before, all of his ex-girlfriends thought that putting his cock his their mouths was gross, and he never got any until now, so this was driving him wild. Within a couple of minutes, Justin was about to cum, and Lance could feel the boy's balls start to tighten, so he pulled the cock out of his mouth, and let Justin shoot 9 long beads of his hot boy juice all over Lance's face. "My God Lance! THAT WAS GREAT!" Justin screamed. Lance only smiled back. "But shit, we got rehearsal at 8, we should get cleaned up an goto bed." Justin went to the bathroom and got a couple of towels. The two wiped themselves off, and went to bed. Unable to sleep, Justin looked at Lance and saw that he was wide awake as well. "Lance..." "Yeah." Lance replied. "Thanks." Justin said. Relaxed, Lance whimpered, "Anytime, but are you sure you're gay? I don't want to pressure you or anything." "Yes, Lance I'm gay too! Do you want me to spell it out for you? I mean even when I was going out with those dumb bitches I knew that there was something missing, but with you, everything seems to be in perfect harmony." Justin said with much passion in his voice. Accepting the answer, Lance replied, "Thanks Curls. Good night." "Lance?" Justin whispered. "Yeah." Lance replied. Justin looked deep into Lance's eyes and said, "I Love You." TBC..... -- Well that's it for this chapter, email me with your questions, comments, and ideas at psylockbanks@yahoo.com