Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2002 21:46:54 EDT
From: Pete1211@aol.com
Subject: Lance JC and Astral Fan 29- Boybands

	Here we go on part 29

	Continued thanks and appreciation to all of you who have E-mailed
or chatted on-line with me. This is fun for me but it would be nothing
without you readers. (Author bows humbly.)
	First I apologize about use of 'boasted' instead of 'boosted' in
the last part (the pool scene.) You can read something lots of times and
then 'oops'. Of course the chances of noticing something is wrong increase
once it is posted. Well, each time it was followed by "nice ass" so that
was a kind of a boast. Maybe they thought it was a joke.

Anyway, onward:

This is a story of complete fiction. This does NOT detail the real life or
sexual orientations of NSYNC or the any character based on real
people. This is purely a work of the author's imagination (depraved as it
is). If you are underage or find gay themes and sexuality objectionable,
stop reading now.




	"That was delicious." JC wiped his mouth with his napkin. "Thank
you, Peter."
	"Just pork chops in cream of mushroom soup and a baked potato. I
not a great cook so simple is best." Peter stood up and helped to clear the
table.
	JC noticed a slight stiffness in Peter's walk.
	"Was Justin too rough?"
	"No," Peter said. "I'm afraid I'm bit too squeaky clean."
	Lance and JC laughed.
	"Lance, I'll finish here. You take Peter upstairs and give him
first aid."
	"I'll be all right."
	"Come on, Peter. I know the cure." Lance let Peter go before him.
	JC nodded to the window. "Leave the dishes to me."
	Lance winked.


	The door opened and Peter walked from the bathroom.
	"Better?"
	He stood still but moved his thighs back and forth. "Much. Thank
you, Lance."
	"See, we learn from each other. JC finds showers very sexy."
	"You must have a very clean sex life."
	"Yea, we do. But that remedy was discovered after Jungle Boy."
	"Jungle Boy?"
	"Oops, forget you heard that."
	Peter couldn't help but smile. "I won't pry."
	Lance touched Peter's arm. "Thank you for this morning. We've never
had sex in the pool before. Only you would think of it underwater."
	"It wasn't me. Lance, I saw it in a gay porn film."
	"Then you hadn't done before either?"
	"Lance, Justin was my first, remember?"
	"Sorry." Lance paused. "What sort of things do they do in these
porn films?"
	"Everything and anything. From the sublime to the ridiculous."
	Lance gave a sigh of envy. He turned to Peter. "Could you show us
some these films?"
	"I suppose.  I could rent some but I'd have to be discrete. I have
a few stashed away. When I go home I'll bring them back with me."
	"Thanks."
	"But Lance, remember something new is only fun if your partner
enjoys it too."
	"I know."
	"Lance, can I tell you something?"
	"What?"
	"Most times I like vanilla, too."
	Lance laughed. "But variety..."
	Peter joined Lance. "...is the spice of life."
	"Come on, let's get back."

	JC was still loading the dishwasher.
	"Almost done?" Lance asked.
	JC looked up. "Any moment now."
	The doorbell rang.
	JC smiled at Lance. "Peter, would you get that?"
	"Sure." Peter reached for the button to open the gate.
	"No, that was the doorbell."
	"Oh." It must have been on of the guys who knew the gate
code. Peter opened the door.
	"I didn't expect you to answer the door."
	"Kevin!" Peter couldn't help himself. He threw his arms around
him. Then suddenly embarrassed he stepped back. "Ah, come in, I mean,
enter." Peter stood aside.
	"I know it was you first day back, but I hoped you wouldn't mind."
	"No, not at all." Peter tried to keep from staring at Kevin. His
clothes clung every contour of his body.
	Kevin smiled inwardly. He had worn this tight T-shirt and jeans for
Peter. Okay, they agreed that they wouldn't have sex again, but he knew
Peter found him attractive. He at least he could still be a delight for
Peter's eyes.
	"Is Justin here?"
	"No," Lance approached from the kitchen. "He's home
recovering. Peter here wore him out." Lance gave Kevin a hug.
	Peter glared at Lance. "He had to prepare for the party tomorrow."
	Lance smiled. "That, too."
	JC joined them. "He'll need his rest. He plans to spill to his
folks tomorrow." He hugged Kevin.
	"That means, Peter, you get to meet the parents at the same time."
	"Tell me about." Peter didn't sound too excited.
	JC lead them into the living room. "We keep telling him that both
of them have nothing to worry about, but he won't believe us."
	They sat down.
	Lance patted Peter's knee but looked at Kevin. "That's why we
thought you could cheer him up a bit."
	Peter turned to Lance. "You knew Kevin was coming over?"
	"He called while you were, ah, busy."
	Peter looked at JC. "That's why you stayed in the kitchen so you
could watch for him."
	JC put his hands up. "Guilty as charged."
	"You don't mind do you?" asked Kevin.
	"No." Peter quickly said. He eyes took in Kevin's physique. "It is
great to see you. How have you been?"
	"Better, thanks to you and Justin." Kevin added. "I just finished
my last therapy session. So I'm right as rain."
	"No more nightly visits?"
	"Nope, once Kirk found out I knew what he was doing he quit. It
seems he doesn't like people to know he can astral project. He's not as
proud of it as some people."
	Lance leaned toward Kevin. "You know, Peter's has been very tight
lipped about what happened that night between you three."
	"Lance." JC warned.
	"I'm just stating a fact. It's up to Kevin if he wants to divulge
anything."
	Kevin laughed. "Sorry, Lance. It would singe your ears. And I don't
want to put any non-monogamous thoughts into your head."
	"But they'll be in JC's, too."
	Once there was something Lance wanted to know he could be
relentless. JC tried again. "Lance, drop it."
	"JC, you said yourself that you would have liked to have watched."
	"Lance!" JC blushed slightly. "I'm sorry about this, Kevin."
	"It's okay, JC." Kevin chuckled. "I see I have fans for more than
just my singing and dancing."
	"You'd better believe it." Peter grinned.
	"But, Lance, I really did nothing, I was led by Justin and
Peter. Not only did I learn how pathetic my sex life was," Kevin looked at
Peter. "They showed me how to be a better lover."
	Lance looked surprised at Peter.
	Peter waved Lance off. "Justin helped. Kevin, have you put it to
use yet?" Peter asked.
	"No."
	Peter looked disappointed.
	"Give me some time, will you. I've only had one date since then."
	Three faces grinned at Kevin.
	"You're dating again. Good for you."
	Kevin looked slightly annoyed. "I had to. Those two got my libido
so shook up my hand just couldn't keep up with it."
	Peter looked worried. Kevin winked at him. Peter gave a sigh of
relief.
	Kevin reached over and slapped Peter's knee. "Well, you are a tough
act to follow."
	Peter acted tired. "To tell you the truth, I was glad to get back
to only Justin. That was way too intense."
	"I'll say. I thought we might lose you for a moment there."
	"I survived."
	"Just barely."
	"Even Justin thought it was almost too much."
	"I was more than glad to stay out of the middle. Watching you was
very hot though."
	Lance and JC were ping ponging back and forth between Peter to
Kevin.
	JC raised his hands. "Okay, I was against Lance prying but now
you're flaunting it. Either change the subject or give us details."
	Peter grinned. "Should we?"
	Kevin grinned back. "I don't know. Do you think they can take it?"
	"They'll be shocked."
	JC stood up. He pointed to the door. "Okay, both of you, out! I'm
not going to put up with this."
	Kevin raised his hands. "Okay, okay, no more teasing." Kevin looked
at Peter. "Should I?"
	Peter sat back. "Go ahead. You don't blush."
	Lance and JC sat forward, eager.
	"Peter was giving it to me good. Man, it had been so long since I
had it so good. I didn't know until then what kind of a sex life I
had. Kirk should have been dumped long ago. But how could I know what I was
missing until they showed me otherwise."
	Lance and JC started to look annoyed.
	"Sorry," Kevin returned his story. "Peter was doing me. I looked up
to see Peter's face flush red and his body shake. I thought he was ready to
pop. But as I looked over Peter's shoulder I saw Justin was behind him."
Kevin stopped.
	"So?" Lance asked.
	"You don't get it?"
	"No."
	"Justin was doing Peter as Peter was doing me."
	Lance's jaw dropped. "At the same time?"
	"Its not impossible." Peter added. "It just takes some
choreography."
	"Justin was just as overwhelmed when he tried it."
	"Justin, too?" JC gasped.
	"I switched around so Peter could rest with just Justin and I got
Justin in the end."
	"I don't believe this." Lance was agape. "Who though of this?"
	Peter was slightly embarrassed. "I wanted to try it. I saw it in a
gay movie and being this was a one time deal I went for it."
	Oh, god another of Peter's ideas! JC cringed waiting for Lance's
reply.
	"That is so unnecessary!"
	JC was very relieved.
	"JC is enough for me any day. This double time stuff is just
overkill."
	Pete chuckled. "It certainly almost did me."
	JC looked worried. "Kevin, you haven't told any one about this have
you?"
	"No. I dropped a hint to Howie but that was all."
	JC sighed. "Good. If people found out that NSYNC and Backstreet had
had sex together the rivalry between our two band's would be shot to hell."
JC joked.
	"Plus," Kevin continued. "If they knew that I topped Justin
Timberlake."
	Lance pretended to panic. "Please, not that! Anything, but
that. The girls would be so crushed."
	Peter grinned.  He put his hand to his ear. "Yeah, but I can hear
all the guy's yanking it already."
	Kevin shifted in his chair. "But Lance, some of the girls would get
off on that, too."
	"You're kidding me."
	"Don't you visit the fan websites?"
	JC shook his head. "No. It was too much of an ego trip."
	Kevin leaned back. "Well, you'd find all kinds of fan fiction on
the Internet. Just from our fans I've read every kind of pairing between
us. My favorite was one story where I was the Master and Nick was my
slave. I read it at a time that I was mad at Nick. Oh, the things I made
him do before I ravished him. And this was written by a female fan."
	Lance got up. "I'm going to check my E-Mail."
	JC grabbed him arm. "Sit down, Lance."
	Lance sat down playfully pouting.
	"You can check it later." JC patted Lance's hand. "When I'm with
you. I need to censor what you read."
	Lance had hurt in his voice. "Don't you trust me?"
	"Of course, I do. You just are susceptible to suggestions. That's
all."
	"Well, excuse me."
	"I'm sorry," Peter said. "I know I'm not helping matters."
	Lance looked stern at Peter. "Don't you apologize. I like to learn
about new things."
	JC added. "I don't mind you learning. I just balk a little on the
trying."
	Lance didn't respond but he was getting upset.
	Peter sensed the time to withdraw. "Kevin, how about we head
downstairs. We can play Strip Eight Ball."
	They stood up.
	"I don't know how to play Strip Eight Ball."
	"Nether do I, we'll make it up as we go."
	"I have to tell you I'm lousy at pool."
	Peter grinned. "Good. So am I. Hopefully it will end in a tie."
	They headed to the stairs.
	Once they were out of earshot, "Do you know what that was all
about?" Kevin asked.
	"Lance is trying to widen JC's preferences in ice cream."
	"What?"
	"Never mind."
	They disappeared down the stairs.


	"I'm only trying..."
	JC put his hand on Lance's shoulder. "I know and believe me I
appreciate it."
	Lance shrugged JC's hand off. "It doesn't seem like it. We don't do
anything different."
	"Really? Let's recap. We've had sex while Justin and Peter had sex,
twice. We've had sex in the pool, the crotch rubbing in the back of the
bus, the butt plug and don't forget Jungle Boy."
	"Yeah, but..."
	JC brushed Lance's hair back. "Yeah, but what?"
	"I get so excited when I hear about these things."
	"And you want to try them?"
	"Some. Others I know we wouldn't like. But you seem to be so dead
set against it."
	"Lance, I am not totally against trying something new. All I ask is
that we discuss it first."
	"But what if I want to surprise you."
	"I'm sorry, Lance. I guess that's what gets me nervous."
	"You surprised me with that butt plug. I loved that."
	"But I knew you'd like it. I knew how much you loved ass play."
	"And I don't know what you like?"
	"Okay, you do. I guess I'm more afraid about me."
	"You mean that you won't like it?"
	"Partially, but I am more afraid that I'd do something wrong and
hurt you."
	"Hurt me? Do you mean pain?"
	"No, I mean your feelings." JC took Lance's hand. "I have this
picture of me coming into the bedroom to find the bed covered in rubber
sheets. Manacles are attached to the bed. You're standing there with a
leather hat, leather vest and leather bikini with metal studs and
chaps. You have big ass boots with big heels. You slap a rider crop into
your other hand and turn to me. 'Spread eagle time, butt boy'."
	"So."
	"My first impression wouldn't be to be turned on." JC looked
timidly at Lance. "I would probably burst out laughing."
	Lance looked down.
	"I'm sorry, Lance. There are some ways I just don't see you."
Lance's face fell. "Let me rephrase that. There is certain apparel I just
don't find sexy even on you." JC took Lance by the chin and raised his head
until they were eye to eye. "I get so turn on just the way you are. You
don't need any help."
	"But..." Lance began. He looked down. His voice was almost a
whisper. "What if I think you would look sexy that way?"
	"Me? Mr. Skinny."
	"I love the way you look, JC. And I think in some leather you'd
look damn hot." As if to prove the point Lance adjusted himself. "Maybe not
the full gear, we can skip the boots and the riding crop."
	"Lance, you never told me."
	"Like you said, I was afraid you'd laugh at the idea." Lance met
JC's gaze. "If I bought a few things, little things, would you try them
on. For me?"
	JC smiled. "You don't have to work those green eyes on me. If it
means that much to you, of course, I'll do it."
	Lance pulled JC into a hug. "Thank you."
	"Just promise not to laugh."
	"Oh, no, JC."
	"See? As long as we talk about it, it is possible."
	"Thank you, JC." They kissed.
	Lance started laughing.
	"What is it?"
	"If I saw myself in that leather get up, I'd burst out laughing,
too. I don't think I could pull off that much macho."
	"I don't know," JC smiled. "You certainly do me like a man." JC
kissed Lance again.
	Lance pulled back. "We'd better go downstairs. They may be naked
already and we need to keep an eye on Peter since Justin's not here."
	"Don't you trust him?"
	"JC, if you were alone in a room with Kevin naked?"
	JC stood up. "We'd better hurry."
	"I'm sure Peter is not that far yet."
	"To hell with Peter. I want to see Kevin naked."
	"JC!" Lance was shocked.
	JC stood smirking at Lance.
	"Race you there." Lance hurried passed JC.


	Peter walked Kevin to the door.
	"So you still owe me a game of Strip Eight Ball."
	Peter laughed. "Lance and JC looked so disappointed when they ran
into the room."
	"So was I."
	"Kevin." Peter chided.
	Kevin took Peter by the chin. He leaned close.
	Peter watched as Kevin's green eyes got closer. He found himself
drowning in them. At the last second, Peter turned his head. Kevin kissed
his cheek.
	"Don't, Kevin."
	Kevin put his arms around Peter. "You and Justin taught me so
well. How about a refresher course?"
	"No, Kevin. I'm sorry. Maybe if Justin was here."
	"It's not cheating if you do it together, right?"
	Peter stepped away from Kevin. "It was a one time affair."
	"Rightly named." Kevin gave it one more try. "Not even a blow job?"
	"Kevin." Peter tried to sound shocked.
	"A hand job? We could just watch each other jerk off. We've done
that before."
	"That's how it would start then we'd go a bit farther and then
where would we be?"
	"Let's find out." Kevin leaned close.
	"No, Kevin, please."
	"If only you knew what it was been like for me after that night."
	"I know, Kevin. And I'm sorry. I didn't think about the
consequences. We showed you how it felt to have real passionate sex. Then
we leave you on your own. I never thought about how you would get through
the next night or the next. Was it terribly difficult?"
	"What are you talking about? I've been fine since that night. It's
just thinking about that night with you here gets me so turned on."
	Peter burst out laughing. "I'm so sorry. I must have sounded so
full of myself just now."
	"Well, sort of." Kevin stepped back. "Well, I'd better go. I'll
have you and Justin over some night. I'll see if Howie is free, too."
	"I'd like that."
	Kevin kissed Peter's forehead. "Goodnight." He opened the door.
	"'Night, Kevin."
	The door closed behind him.
	Peter sighed. He heard a noise. Peter turned.
	Lance stood there. "I wanted some water before bed."
	"Oh. I take it you saw."
	Lance walked to Peter. "Yeah, but nothing to be ashamed of. You
thirsty?"
	Peter nodded. "Yeah."
	Lance ushered Peter into the kitchen.

	Lance handed Peter a bottle of water and sat down at the table with
him.
	Lance started. "Do you find Kevin tempting?"
	"No, not really. I mean he is hot to look at but..."
	Lance patted Peter's hand. "I know."
	"Have you ever thought about? You know."
	"No. There are some very hot looking guys out there, but they're
not Josh."
	"With JC, ah, Josh it's more than just looks.  You love the whole
package, right?"
	"Yes." Lance smiled. Peter had caught onto his use of JC and
Josh. "But it must be hard being that you have had sex with Kevin before."
	"Not really. Nothing could match that night. Lance to see Kevin
give in to the pleasure. He had been so restricted with Kirk. Do you know
that when Kirk came it was over?"
	Lance was shocked. "Really?"
	"Kirk didn't even like being hugged. To see Kevin blossom that
night was so special. It was that that helped Justin over his jealousy and
let him share me with Kevin."
	Lance smiled. "It must have been wonderful to see. Like your first
time."
	"Well, not quite. I was teaching Justin after all. But there were
times."
	"I guess a seduction isn't always romantic."
	"Oh, we've had our moments."
	"Lance, you coming to bed?" JC took in the sight. "Am I intruding?"
	"No. We're just having a little tete-a-tete." Lance gestured to a
chair. "If you want to make it a tri-a-tete. We won't be much longer."
	JC sat down.
	Lance recapped. "Kevin wanted an encore tonight but Peter kept his
honor intact. He was telling me how wonderful it was that night to watch
Kevin blossom into a full sexual being. He was right that what Kevin was
used to we wouldn't call sex. Peter had just got to his first time with
Justin. Or I think he'd call it Gay Sex 101."
	"It wasn't that bad." Peter chided. "In fact I remember laying
there with Justin giving me his all. I suddenly realized that it was really
happening. I was having sex and with a very hot looking guy. I started to
cry, which really freaked Justin. He stopped and asked if he was hurting
me. I told him no, that I just never had thought that this would ever
happen to me. Oh, the kiss I got after that."
	JC looked surprised. "You never thought you'd ever have sex?"
	"I was pathetic back then, remember."
	"What were the other romantic moments with Justin?"
	JC chuckled. "You're on Lance's favorite subject. We may never get
to bed."
	Peter thought back. "Well, there was the night of your
anniversary. Justin had moved to this huge suite. He filled the room with
candles. We wore these wonderful silk robes and drank champagne. Oh, that's
right we did other things with that champagne."
	"Put that on your to do list, Lance."
	"Later. Get back to the romantic stuff."
	"We sat in the Jacuzzi and just talked and talked. Then we made
love all night by candlelight."
	Lance sighed. "And the first time you said 'I love you'?
	Peter sat back. "Oh, Lance, that was the most incredible. It was
that night you were listening at the door between our rooms."
	It was in the past but Lance still blushed.
	"We were laying together. Justin was on top of me. I could feel his
whole body pressed against mine. Oh, the warmth of his skin against
mine. He was rubbing our crotches together."
	JC smiled. "That does feel good." Lance glared at him. "Sorry, go
on."
	Lance turned his attention back to Peter.
	"I felt so connected to Justin. I wanted to hold him in my arms
forever."
	"Been there. Done that."
	"JC, please." Lance said firmly.
	Peter smiled at the two of them. He continued. "I knew then that I
loved Justin. I managed to get out his name but that was it. I was so
scared. But Justin knew. He asked me to say it. I looked deep into his
beautiful blue eyes and said 'Justin, I love you'. He kissed me with such
passion. At that moment we both shot off together. Time seemed to slow
down. It felt so wonderful.  When we finally stopped kissing Justin told me
that he loved me, too."
	"Oh, wow." Lance slumped back in his chair. "And I thought ours was
good."
	"It was." JC protested.
	"Ours was great." Lance patted JC's cheek.
	"So you see. Even though our first sex wasn't exactly
romantic. We've made up for it." Peter watched JC and Lance. They were
gazing at each other. "I guess I should go to bed now."
	Lance broke their gaze. "Sorry. I just got caught up."
	Peter grinned. "You know why you two don't get turned on by other
guys?" Peter waved his hand between them. "No one could get through that to
get to you."
	"Actually, that isn't true."
	Lance stared at JC.
	"Come on, Lance. You know there was a time we got turned on and it
didn't have to do with us. In fact you started it."
	"I did not!" Lance frowned. "When was it?"
	JC grinned. "About the same time as Peter and Justin's 'I love
you'. You were listening at the door, remember? You were exactly
uninterested." JC mimed jacking off.
	Lance pointed an accusing finger. "You listened, too. And when you
heard their voices JC Junior snapped to full attention."
	"And then we opened the door." Peter added.
	JC and Lance still looked at each other but their anger vanished.
	"That was so hot!"
	Peter looked a little sad. "I'm sorry we broke your fidelity
record."
	JC laughed. "Don't be. We weren't turned on by you, it was what you
were doing."
	Lance patted Peter's cheek. "Our lonely pathetic gay hermit was
finally having sex. And with a close friend we had never thought would be
doing that. Then being able to actually see you doing it."
	"Seems to me we didn't watch for long." JC winked.
	"Hey, why watch when you could be doing it."
	"It was so strange," Peter said. "There I was in a room with the
two people I had huge crushes on. We were all naked having sex and all I
wanted to see was Justin."
	"That's how it is supposed to be."
	"But I do remember a soft sweet kiss from Lance, though."
	Lance blushed. "I just wanted to... JC, gave me permission to..."
	Peter put his hand on Lance's arm. "It was after you found out that
Justin and I were in love. You knew then that Justin and I weren't just
having sex. We were making love. It was your gesture to welcome me to the
world of lovers. It is another thing that I will never forget."
	They sat for a moment in silence.
	JC slapped the table. "Come on, bedtime."
	"Yes, mother." Peter said.
	"Are you going to connect with Justin tonight?" Lance asked as the
started for the stairs.
	"No. We wanted to try it apart for once. I wanted to give him
support for tomorrow but I guess Justin wants to compose his
thoughts. Maybe it is for the best."
	"Why?"
	"Thoughts of Kevin might creep in there. I'd like to explain
first. I'll tell him in the morning."
	They stopped outside Peter's room. JC gave Peter a hug. "Sleep
well."
	Lance took his turn. "Tomorrow will go fine. Don't worry."
	"Ear plugs?" Peter asked.
	"No." Lance smiled at JC. "I got enough this morning. Good night."
	They headed down the hall. "You got enough. How about me?"
	"Sorry, JC. Ya wanna?"
	"That's all right. I guess I'll work on my hobby not hubby
tonight." He gave Lance a squeeze.
	Two bedroom doors shut. Soon three people were asleep. Despite
words to the contrary all three were nervous about tomorrow.



	Peter gazed at the water in the pool. He let his focus blur. The
glinting and shimmering took on abstract shapes. Peter tried not to
concentrate on them. He let their light dance in his vision. It didn't
work. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about what was ahead. Relaxing
was impossible.
	"You ready?"
	Peter blinked and pulled the world back into focus. "Yeah."
	JC sat on the chair next to him. "You nervous?"
	"Yeah."
	"Everyone will like you. We do."
	"It's not everyone I'm worried about. Just four people."
	"Justin's parents?"
	"Justin's going to wait until the party's mostly over. He doesn't
want them to have to pretend if is doesn't go well."
	JC put his hand on Peter's knee. "It will go well. You'll be there
for support."
	Peter turned and sat on the edge of the lounge. "But what if that
works against it. What if they blame me?"
	"Blame you for Justin being BI? Peter, you and Justin know the
truth. What does it matter what they think? You'll prove them wrong in
time."
	"You know I once thought I'd love people thinking that I could be a
seducer."
	"You are, but not really in a sexual way."
	"Thanks a lot."
	"Peter, how do you think you got here? What about Kevin, Anthony
and John? You won us all over. We grew to care for you. That was your
seduction job. We've never regretted it."
	"I just want everything to go right for Justin."
	"We know Justin's folks. He won't be thrown out of the house."
	"JC, he owns that house."
	"Now you're nit picking." JC became serious. "Besides I know what
it is like to be blamed for causing someone's sexuality. Remember Britney
blamed Justin being BI because he had been around Lance and me."
	"I still can't believe that." Peter paused. "Actually I do believe
that. Any excuse to keep Justin blameless. But I am sorry. And I have a
feeling I'll know what that feels like soon."
	"Peter, try not to worry about it. When your feet start getting wet
then worry about the ship sinking."
	Peter chuckled. "That maybe too late."
	JC shrugged. "Then deal with it. I know you can swim. And I know
how long you can hold your breath." JC winked.
	"You were watching?"
	"A bit. Lance told you we liked seeing you as a couple." JC put his
arm around Peter. "Come on."
	They walked into the house.
	"JC, if being around you and Lance had made me gay, I'd be very
proud of the fact."
	"That is so nice. Thank you, Peter."
	JC gave Peter a light hug. Peter pulled JC close. JC was a bit
surprised until he felt Peter trembling. Peter wasn't just nervous he was
frightened.
	"What if they won't let me see Justin again?"
	"Simple. You can kidnap him."
	Peter managed a chuckle.
	"Just let him out for recording sessions and concerts and such." JC
patted Peter's back. "It will turn out all right. His parents will be okay
about it." Peter pulled back. "And about you and Justin. You both will do
us proud."
	"Thanks." Peter wiped his eyes. "I guess I'm being worse than
Lance."
	JC decided to get Peter's mind off his worries. "It will be a piece
of cake once you get over the frightening part."
	 Peter looked worried. "What's that?"
	"It's a sunny day so I'm driving. How tight can you hold onto a
roll bar?"

	They pulled into the driveway. It was a short drive up to the
house.
	"We're here." JC stopped the jeep. "That wasn't so bad. Right,
Peter? Peter?" JC turned.
	Peter sat braced against the seat with a look of pure panic on his
face. He sat frozen to the spot. His eyes were wide and his mouth let out
little whimpers. Peter was trembling in terror.
	"It wasn't that bad."
	The panic face vanished. Peter relaxed. "Oh, course it wasn't. I
was joking."
	"Good. You would've walked back."
	As they climbed out of the jeep Lance nodded to the other car in
the driveway. "Looks like my folks are here."
	"So what's new. They're the first everywhere."
	JC turned to Peter. "We figured if we got here early you could meet
people as they arrived."
	"Thank you." Peter was relieved. "That will be easier than all at
once."
	A woman's voice came from the side of the house. "Don't bother with
the front door. We're out back."
	They gathered up the food they had brought and started around the
house.
	It was a large house, but like JC and Lance's it wasn't huge. The
backyard was also similar, pool and all.
	A woman rushed to them. "Here, let me take those."
	"Just show us where you want them."
	"In the kitchen, JC."
	They started passed her.
	"Oh, Justin's mom, this is Peter."
	Peter felt her gaze rake up and down him.
	Peter held the bowl he was carrying in his left hand as she shook
his hand.
	"Nice to meet you at last, Peter. We've heard so much about you."
	"Thank you."
	"The man over there is Justin's stepfather."
	Peter waved to a man across the pool. "Hi."
	"Hello."
	"This is Peter."
	"Oh," he hurried around the pool. He too, shook Peter's hand. "It
is nice to meet you." He noticed the bowl Peter was carrying. "Lynn, show
Peter where to put the food. Pleasantries can wait."
	"I'm sorry. Just follow the guys."
	Peter went off after JC and Lance. He swore he could feel two sets
of eyes following him. Peter gave a slight shudder. He tried to relax. His
imagination was getting the best of him.

	Lance was getting a very thorough and warm welcome from who Peter
assumed was his mother.
	She pulled back from kissing his cheek. "It's so nice to see you
home. I still regret how I acted the last time I saw you."
	"Its okay, Mom. That's over and done with."
	"And JC." She hugged him. "My new son-in-law."
	"Mom, please."
	"Okay, so it's not legal. I don't care." She stood there glancing
between them. "Go on."
	"Mom," Lance protested.
	"I want to see. Please. JC would do it for me."
	Lance was thoroughly embarrassed. JC just shrugged. They leaned in
and kissed.
	"That was sweet." She turned to Peter. "Don't they made a cute
couple?"
	Peter nodded. "They should be the poster boys of gay couples."
	She smiled broadly. "I like him." She turned to Peter. "You have
wonderful taste."
	"Oh, Mom, this is Peter."
	"Of course, I saw the news broadcast. What a terrible thing to have
happened. I got so worried for these two but that's part of being a
mother."
	"Peter, this is my Dad."
	Lance's father stepped out from behind his mother.
	"So, you're gay, too."
	"Jim, please. He wouldn't have been gay bashed if he hadn't
been..." She stopped. "That's all in the past. Let's talk of happy
things. JC, is your mother coming?"
	"Yes, she'll be here."
	"Good, I have some ideas about the wedding."
	"Mom, please. JC and I haven't decided on anything yet."
	"It doesn't hurt just to throw out some ideas."
	"'Throw out' being the key words." Lance muttered.
	Justin's mother came in. "How come everyone always gathers in the
kitchen? Go outside. It's a lovely day." She ushered them to the
door. "There you are, Justin. It's about time. We have guests."
	Peter turned. If Justin was nervous he didn't show it. He had that
impish grin that was just so Justin. He followed them outside and started
playing host.

	With meeting at least one set of Justin's parents out of the way
Peter relaxed a bit. As the other families arrived Peter found it
easier. He got big hugs from the Fatones. Like everyone else, Chris's
mother knew about him. Peter had great regard for Chris's mother being that
she had raised him and his sisters alone. JC's mother apologized about his
attack as if she had personally caused it. Everyone was warm and
welcoming. Soon Peter just settled in and enjoyed himself. Justin and his
mother were everywhere seeing to their guests needs.
	Justin's father and stepmother arrived after everyone was
there. Peter was introduced then they were wisked off somewhere. It was a
brief encounter at least at first.
	Justin finally got a break and flopped down on the chair next to
Peter.
	"You seem to be hanging in there."
	Justin laid back and closed his eyes. "I've been too busy to think
about it."
	"Sorry, I mentioned it then."
	"No, I'm pumped. It's like the first performance. We just go out
there and do our best and it works."
	A shadow fell across them. They looked up.
	"How about a game of croquet?" Chris asked.
	Peter shook his head. "I'll pass."
	"Smart man." Justin closed his eyes again.
	"Thanks a lot." Chris pretended to be hurt.
	Peter looked up at Chris. "I'm sorry but the idea of a heavy ball,
a mallet and you sets off all sorts of alarms in my head."
	"Fine. Be that way." Chris went off.
	Peter watched him go. He went to Joey who was with his
parents. Joey's mother was giving him the once over.
	"Joey, you are so thin. Touring always does that to you. You should
eat more."
	"I'm trying, Mama."
	"Come on, Joey." Chris grabbed Joey's arm. "Game time."
	"Try to keep the ball on the ground this time." Joey's father said
as Joey followed Chris.
	"Yeah, yeah." Chris muttered.
	"Chris, you be careful."
	"You too, Mother? Don't worry." They went off.
	"I just think a big church wedding would be so nice."
	"Mom, please don't start." Lance said.
	"But your sister's was so beautiful."
	"What big church will allow a gay wedding?" Lance shot back.
	JC's mom quickly jumped in. "That why a small ceremony would be
best. It still could be formal."
	JC nodded to Lance. They spoke together. "Mom, please!"
	The mothers looked surprised.
	JC spoke first. "We just got back from the tour. Lance and I
haven't had time to think about the wedding. Please, give us the chance to
discus what we want to do. You'll each be involved, I promise."
	Their mothers nodded.
	"But..."
	"No, buts," Lance replied. "JC and I haven't even talked about
details yet and you two are opposing each other already." Lance put his
hand on his mother's shoulder. "Try to play nice."
	"Incoming!" Joey shouted.
	Everyone ducked as a croquet ball shot passed them. It bounced off
the patio barely missing a glass topped table, ricocheted off the brick of
the house then arced high in the air and fell into the pool with a splash.
	 "Fore!" Chris walked to the pool, mallet in hand. "Damn, I'm in
the water hazard."
	Chris's mother put her hand on her forehead and shook her head.
	Joey's father glared at Chris. "You are a hazard."
	"The Duke of hazard." Peter added.
	"I guess I'll have to drop." Chris raised his hand and snapped his
fingers. "Caddy, I need a new ball."
	Peter leaned to Justin. "Are these family gatherings always like
this?"
	"Yep."
	Peter heard a faint voice come from the house. "No, I can't stay."
	Peter snapped around to Justin. Justin had the same shocked look on
his face. It couldn't be.
	"I just wanted a quick word with Justin. Then I have to go."
	"You're more than welcome to stay, Britney."
	All the guys looked surprised as Britney and Justin's mother came
into the backyard.
	"Hi, guys." Britney waved slightly. "Pardon the intrusion. I didn't
know Justin had company. But I recognized the cars so I didn't think you
would mind."
	Justin stood up.
	Britney crossed to him. "Justin, I've come to apologize."
	"Oh? Maybe we should..." Justin gestured to the house.
	"No. They can hear this."
	Justin glanced at Peter a little nervously.
	"I behaved badly. I am sorry. Some friend I turned out to be. You
are right. Your career is your career. I promise to stop meddling in
it. What you want to do with your life is your choice. I will stand by
that. As long as you are happy is all that matters." She had a pleading
look on her face. "I'm also sorry about calling you a fool." She made a
slight glance at Peter. "You know what is right for you. I'm sorry my
opinion got in the way. Can we still be friends? And I do mean just friends
nothing more."
	Justin shrugged. "Sure, Britney. We're still friends."
	Britney hugged him. "Thank you. I feel so much better." She stood
back. "Well, that's all I wanted to say." She kissed Justin's cheek. "I
have to get going."
	"You can stay, if you want." Justin found himself saying.
	"No," Britney shook her head. "I have things to do. I just wanted
to stop by." She headed for the house. She stopped by Peter. "Having a good
time with the guys?"
	"Yeah. They're taking good care of me."
	"I'll bet." She kissed Peter's cheek. "Keep up the good work."
Britney winked.
	"Sure."
	Britney disappeared into the house.
	The guys and Peter just stood there in dumb surprise.
	Joey broke the silence. "What was that?"
	Chris held each word. "She's baaaack."
	"You guys are so mean." Lance's mother said. "I think that was a
sweet and heartfelt apology."
	"You weren't there." Lance said.
	Lance's mother was embarrassed. "Well, that is true."
	As much as Peter hated to say it. "Maybe she really does mean it."
	"Or there's an award show coming up soon." Joey leaned in to
Justin. "She'll need an escort."
	"Stop it," Justin's stepmother said. "Give her the benefit of the
doubt."
	"She's right," JC said. "Let's drop it."
	"I'm all for that." Justin whispered.
	"Until she shows her hand." Justin's mother whispered into Peter
ear.
	Peter looked at her with surprise.
	"She won't give up on Justin that easy. Trust me, I know. Ever
since they were on the Mickey Mouse Club she's had her sights on
Justin. Well, we'll see."
	Justin's stepfather came out of the house with a platter of
meat. "Grilling time."
	Justin's mother stepped back from Peter. "Come on, women. When a
man's at the grill we'd better make ourselves scarce. There's things to be
prepared in the kitchen."
	They headed into the house.

	Justin's stepfather watched the food sizzle on the grill. Joey
hovered close.
	"How soon?"
	"Another 15 minutes, Joey. Why don't you help with the condiments?"
	Joey stepped back. "Sorry, preparation is not my job."
	Chris laughed. "Joey's our designated eater."
	"And I don't bat clean-up either." Joey added.
	Justin's stepfather shook his head. "I'd hate to see your house."
	"We eat out a lot." Chris explained.
	"Or delivery." Joey leaned to the grill again.
	"Okay, Chris, how about you? Will you help with the condiments?"
	Chris looked puzzled. "What kind of mints?"
	Justin gave Chris's shoulder a slap. "You know ketchup, mustard and
pickle relishes that stuff."
	"Oh, that." Chris nodded. "I wonder what the other would taste
like. They'd be awful chewy."
	Peter joined Chris. "Well, at least we know it will be safe
grilling. You never know where those wieners have been."
	"Sh," Justin's stepfather said. "You don't want the women to hear
you. Justin, why don't you start setting up the tables."
	Justin gave Chris another slap. "You just been drafted. Give me a
hand." Justin grabbed Chris's wrist before he could start to clap. "That is
so old. Come on."
	They started to walk away.
	"Chris."
	He turned back to Justin's stepfather. "Those condom mints would
taste like," he thrust once with his hips, "Spear mint, of course."
	Chris laughed. "Good one."
	Justin and Chris went off.
	Peter liked Justin's stepfather. He was just one of the guys.
	"Peter, looks like you win by default. Will you help with the, ah,
fixings?"
	Peter stood up. "Sure."
	"My wife will direct you."
	Peter walked into the house.

	Chris and Lance's mother was with Justin's.
	"I was sent to help with fixings."
	"Sure." Justin's mother turned to the others. "Grab the chips and
the buns and bring them out to the cook. I've got everything covered in
here now that there's a man to help." She winked at Peter.
	Taking up the food the two other mothers left the kitchen.
	"What should I do first?"
	She pointed to a cabinet. "The ketchup and mustard are in there."
	Peter moved to the cabinet.
	"Put them on the tray there."
	Peter grabbed the bottles.
	He was alone with Justin's mother. She was friendly enough but
Peter was still very nervous.
	"Have you enjoyed your time with NYSNC?
	"More than I can say. They are a great group of guys. Since the
attack we have became good friends and then to invite me along with
them. It has been wonderful. They've really changed my life. I owe them a
lot."
	"I heard that you'll be staying with JC and Lance."
	"Yeah. It is very generous of them."
	"Yes, it is and it's the perfect atmosphere for you. Because if you
stayed here everyone would soon know that you and my son are lovers."
	The plastic ketchup bottle fell from Peter's hand and bounced on
the floor. He turned to Justin's mother blushing red.
	"How?"
	She smiled. "Mothers know these things."
	Even though Peter was surprised he raised an eyebrow.
	"Okay, you're right. Justin told me."
	"But he said..."
	"He doesn't know it. But he did tell me."
	Peter bent down to retrieve the ketchup. "How do you manage that?"
	"You should have learned by now that Justin talks in his sleep."
	Peter nodded.
	"That's how I learned things from him when he was growing up. I
know I should have waited for him to tell us. But I wanted to know what had
made him so happy." She couldn't help but smile at Peter's shocked look.

	Joey was leaning close to the grill. "Smells wonderful."
	"I'd better see if he needs help." Justin's stepfather handed the
tongs to Joey. "Take over I'll be right back."
	Justin watched his stepfather go into the house. Something was
up. Justin slowly made his way to the house.

	Justin's mother continued. "I went to his room the morning after he
came back. He was sleeping with a smile on his face."
	Peter set the ketchup on the tray and wiped his sweaty hands on his
pants.
	She didn't look at Peter. "I asked Justin why he was so happy. He
said that he was in love. I eagerly asked who?" She raised her eyes to
Peter. "I think you know the name he said."
	"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to happen."
	She raised her hand to stop Peter's apology. "I understand. I was
surprised, to put it mildly. I guess I deserved it. I pried once too
often."
	Justin's stepfather entered and stood listening.
	"But as the morning went on. I had time to think about it." She
looked at her husband. "And I mean we really thought about it."
	Peter realized that both of them knew.
	Her husband continued. "We knew something was happening. Justin
never calls home on a regular basis. But one day Justin called he sounded
so happy. But he never told us exactly why. Then the calls became
fewer. When he did call the joy was gone. Again he never told us why. Then
about a week later he began calling again. The joy was back."
	"Then we started to hear rumors. His fallout with Britney and that
he had a less arrogant attitude. I had to know why." She took a step toward
Peter. "The answer was you and his love for you. If I had really thought
about it this new person traveling with NSYNC should have tipped me off."
	"Believe me, I didn't influence him. He's not gay he's..."
	"Bisexual. I know. I learned that, too."
	Peter looked away. "Then you probably still hope that he'll..."
Peter couldn't say it.
	"No, Peter."
	Peter turned back.
	"He loves you. At first I imagined every kind of plot or scheme
that may have ensnared him to you. But after hearing about you I knew that
was not the case." She reached up and took Peter by the shoulder. "I may
not be ecstatic about it, but Justin is so happy. I will never want to
change that. You are so important to him now. And I can't complain about
the changes in him thanks to you."
	Peter couldn't believe what he was hearing.
	She went on. "Maybe it was our fault. We let him have too much free
rein. He was beginning to believe everything people told him. He was
getting too full of himself. And others were too keen to help. We thought
he was happy and turned a blind eye. Until we realized too late what it was
doing to his ego. But when he called home so happy is was the Justin I
remembered. I wanted to know who or what had brought about this change in
him. Then when I found out it was you."
	His stepfather continued. "The next morning we questioned Justin
about the tour trying to find out about you. Justin never went into detail
but we began to put the pieces together. Then we checked around to see what
others had heard about you."
	"Then I called John." His mother smiled. "He really put our minds
at ease. I know you are older than Justin is but I know that you really do
care for him. You stayed on the sidelines never wanting to impose on
Justin's public image. That says so much."
	Peter looked at Justin's parents. "I would never do anything that
would hurt Justin or his career. I love him too much. I owe him so
much. Without him I would still be home alone in my apartment." He looked
about the kitchen. Peter gestured at his surroundings. "All this and me
being here. I owe Justin and NSYNC everything." Peter paused. "Justin was
the first man who... I mean, I'd never had anyone..." Peter couldn't find
the words.
	Justin's mother smiled and put her hand on Peter's arm. "I
understand. Now I know why you found each other. Justin was curious and you
could show him. Plus he could give you something you never had." She gave
Peter's arm a squeeze. "And that soon turned into love."
	"I never expected Justin to fall in love with me. And I never
thought that I'd leave everything to be with him."
	Justin's father grinned. "Well, what Justin wants Justin has a
tendency to get."
	"Paul, please." But she couldn't help but smile. She grew
serious. "Peter, I want you to do one thing for me."
	"What's that?"
	"Stick it out."
	"I beg your pardon?"
	"This thing with Britney. Stick it out. She will never love him the
way you do. And I don't want to lose you for my son."
	Peter was speechless. He just nodded.
	She gave Peter a little hug. "Thank you."
	Justin walked into the kitchen. "Mother, I have something..." He
stopped staring at the sight.
	His mother turned to him smiling. "What is it, Justin?"
	Justin grew angry. "You know, don't you? You always know everything
before I can tell you! How?"
	"That's not completely true, Justin." She still smiled.
	"Here I am scared to death to tell you and you already know!"
	"Justin." Peter said sternly. Smiling he nodded at Justin's
parents.
	Through his anger Justin saw the look on his parents' faces. Then
it hit him. Yes, his parents already knew but they were accepting it.
	His mother opened her arms. "Justin."
	Justin rushed into his mother's arms. "I'm sorry about this. I
didn't know it would happen. I love you, Mom."
	"Its all right, Justin. We understand."
	His stepfather hugged him next. "We still love you, Justin. And we
like Peter."
	She smiled at Peter. "We'll have you to dinner so we can get to
know you better."
	Justin even had tears forming in his eyes. "Thank you. Both of
you."
	Peter grinned. "That wasn't so bad. One down, one pair to go. Just
your father and stepmother."
	Justin's smile vanished. "My father."
	His mother sighed. "He'll be fine."
	Justin looked at her. "Are you sure?"
	"At first it will be a shock but he'll calm down."
	"Do you want to wait?" asked Peter.
	"No, let's get it over with." Justin turned to his mother. "Will
you tell Dad that I want to see him and Stepmother in the den?"
	His mother kissed Justin's cheek. Then she squeezed Peter's
arm. "It will be all right. Just see it through. Trust me."


	Peter paced outside the closed door. He could just make out
Justin's voice but the door muffled the words.
	"What? What makes you think that?" It was his father's voice.
	There was a pleading female voice.
	"I will not sit down. Justin, this is ridiculous. How could you
know?"
	Justin's voice was too low to hear.
	His mother's voice was reassuring. Peter could only make out the
words 'experimenting' and 'just curious'.
	Justin's voice came again louder this time. The words 'no',
'fallen' then 'love'.
	His father's voice exploded. "Never, I won't believe it. Justin,
you should know better. You're being used."
	Justin's voice rang clear. "No, I love him."
	"Who? Who is he, Justin? Who is this parasite?"
	"Stop it, Randell. You're upsetting Justin."
	"Justin's upset? What about me? My son just told me he's sleeping
with another man. Should I be happy about that? He's being used in the
worst possible way and he doesn't even see it."
	"Randell, Justin is old enough to know what he is doing."
	"Don't take his side now." There was a pause. "It's this new
guy. Christ, Justin, he's so much older. I'm going to put a stop to this."
	"Dad, don't!"
	"Randell, stop!"
	The door of the den burst opened. Justin's father and Peter were
suddenly face to face.
	"What the hell did you do to my son? Are you trying to turn him
into one of you? That's what you do, right? Preying on someone of Justin's
age."
	Justin watched Peter cringe to the sudden verbal assault. "Dad,
that's not true."
	His father silenced him. "Shut up, Justin." He turned back to
Peter. "What was it? His money? His youth? His fame? Well, you're not going
to get away with it. You are not going to use my son that way!"
	"Dad, this isn't Peter's doing. I love him."
	"Stay out of this, Justin."
	"Randell, please," his stepmother begged.
	"Both of you stay out of this." Justin's father didn't turn away
from Peter. "I think you're just using my son. What do you have to say to
that?"
	Peter found his voice. "Nothing," he stammered.
	"Aha!"
	Peter saw Justin standing there with his head down. He didn't like
to see Justin like this. He was here to give Justin support and that was
what he was going to do. Peter fought back his fear. He stood up
taller. Looking Justin's father in the eye Peter nodded at Justin. "We know
the truth."
	"And I say you are a liar."
	Peter braved a reply. "You're entitled to your opinion. Justin
knows that I love him. I know that Justin loves me."
	"I don't know how you've influenced him but I'm putting a stop to
this."
	"Dad."
	"Justin, I said stay out of this."
	"No, Dad." Justin raised his head. His voice was firm and
sharp. "You are going to stay out of this."
	His father turned and stared in shock at Justin standing there
defiantly.
	Justin faced his father. "You have no right to say such things to
Peter and I will not stand for it anymore."
	"Justin, how dare you."
	"I dare because you taught me to. I am an adult and I can make my
own choices. I came here to tell you about me being a bisexual. Peter came
with for support because he loves me. I did not expect or will allow you to
heap verbal abuse on him. You insult him and you insult me."
	"Justin." His father tried to interrupt.
	"I'm not finished." Justin snapped. "Why won't you even let me
explain. What are you afraid of? The truth? You don't know the truth yet
and this rate you never will."
	His stepmother put her hand on his father's arm. "Randell, please."
	He calmed himself slightly. "Okay. I'll listen." He tone showed
that he wasn't happy about it.
	Justin began. "Don't blame Peter for doing this to me. He is the
one that helped me to understand it."
	"See, this is what I mean."
	"Randell, please."
	His father fell silent.
	Justin continued. "I started having these dreams. I was in bed with
a girl then she'd change into a guy but I didn't care. It started to freak
me. I didn't want to be BI. In my mind it was better to be gay."
	Justin's father opened his mouth but a slight slap from his
stepmother made him close it again.
	"I thought bisexuals just couldn't make up their minds. I didn't
want to be so wishy-washy. As the dreams got more frequent I got more
desperate. I had to talk to someone and it couldn't be the guys. I knew JC
and Lance trusted Peter. So I arranged to be in a place where I could talk
to him without the other guys around." Justin looked at Peter. "He
explained everything. I felt so much better about myself after that."
	Justin turned to his parents. "He said that each of us are born
with an infinite capacity to love. And that as we grow older we build
restrictions on it. This person I can love and this one I couldn't. To him
heterosexuals and homosexuals limit themselves to people to love. But
bisexuals set no such limits. I can still remember his words. 'Justin, in
my mind you have that gift of unlimited love. Look at it as a freedom not
as an ambiguity'."
	Justin's parents looked at Peter. He was gazing lovingly at Justin.
	Justin looked away. "That's when my curiosity kicked in. Again, I
turned to Peter because I could trust him." Justin gazed levelly at his
father. His voice was stern. "I went to him, Dad, and even then he
resisted. So you see this was all my doing not Peter's."
	Justin's father anger slowly abated.
	"He treated me with such care and tenderness. To him I was just
Justin not Justin Timberlake. I though that was the end of it. It was just
a weekend fling. But it had become more than that to Peter. Peter was
afraid to tell me he loved me. I was leaving the next day. We'd probably
never see each other again. Suddenly I wanted to hear him say it. Hearing
those words spoken out loud I knew then that I loved him, too. We were
apart for a time, but one night after a concert there he was on the bus. He
left everything to be with me." Justin pried his gaze from Peter. He looked
back at his father. "So you see he is not influencing me or using me. There
really is love between us."
	Justin's father turned to Peter. "Then I apologize for what I
said. I was acting out of my confusion and surprise." He turned back. "But
Justin I still can't accept this change in you. There has been no clue that
you were...this way."
 	"Dad, when you and mom remarried, I had to accept the fact that you
weren't going to get back together. You each had found someone new to
love. You said I had to forget about my expectations and learn to live with
that truth." Justin took Peter's hand. "Now I'm asking you to do the same
for me. Forget about your expectations. We love each other and that is the
truth. I still want you in my life. But if you can't accept this."
	His stepmother nudged his father.
	He took a step toward his son. "Justin, you're right. I didn't want
to hear the truth. I knew this could hurt you and your career. I had
forgotten what I had told you when I remarried. You're right. You deserve
the same from me. I will do my best. Is that okay?"
	"Yes, Dad."
	 Timidly at first the three of them hugged each other.
	Justin's father stepped toward Peter. Peter extended his hand.
	"What's that for?"
	"Your comfort zone."
	"You think I have never hugged a gay man before?" He pulled Peter
to him.
	"I'm sorry."
	They parted. "Don't be. You are the first."
	They all laughed.
	Justin let out a sigh of relief. It was over.

	They both needed to wind down. Justin took Peter's hand and dragged
him through the house. They stopped at a closed door.
	"This is the only room in the house you have to be interested in."
Justin opened the door. "This is my room."
	Peter stepped into the room. It was a large bedroom but before
Peter got a good look Justin grabbed him, spun him around and pulled Peter
into a kiss. Peter was being moved across the room.
	Justin fell back onto the bed pulling Peter with him. Justin broke
into relieved laughter. "Thank god that's over. Now we can get to the good
part." He began to unbutton Peter's shirt.
	Peter stopped him. "Not with all those people outside."
	Justin nuzzled Peter's neck. "Just another first for us."
	"No, Justin, please." Peter pushed Justin away. "We don't have
time."
	"Spoil sport."
	"You just came out to your parents. I don't want you to be caught
so soon after with everything else hanging out."
	"Mom, won't come into my room."
	"Oh, really? How do you think she found out about us?" Peter
suddenly hoped he hadn't gone too far.
	"What do you mean?" Justin's eyes went wide. "Do you mean I really
do talk in my sleep?"
	"Yes." Peter waited for the explosion.
	Justin started to laugh. "No wonder I couldn't keep a secret from
her."
	"She was impatient to learn why you were so happy."
	Justin laughed harder. "I'd loved to have seen her face when she
found out."
	"She said it served her right for prying once too often."
	Justin stopped laughing. "What have you found out?"
	"You told me that you hated it that I was so alone and that you
love me."
	Peter brushed his hand over Peter's cheek. "I do, Peter. Very
much."
	"Justin, I promise I'll never pry."
	"I'll make sure that you never have to."
	They looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Justin gave Peter
a quick kiss.
	Peter rolled so they lay side by side.
	"No posters of Britney?"
	"God, no." Justin laughed. "But I suppose I will have to get those
naked men posters now."
	"Please, don't. It would be distracting to me."
	Justin propped himself up on his elbows. "Oh, really?"
	Peter laughed. "No. I only have eyes for you."
	"Well, that wasn't true with Kevin."
	"That was different." Peter paused. "Kevin stopped by last night."
	"Oh?"
	"When he left he sort of hit on me."
	"Well, we did have sex with him."
	"Justin, I said no."
	"Then why tell me?"
	"Because you weren't there."
	"Thanks for the info, but I trust you." He gave Peter a nudge. "Is
he still as hot as ever?"
	"Yes, especially since he dressed that way on purpose."
	"How do you know that?"
	"Would you wear tight clothes for a casual visit?"
	"I guess not."
	Peter started laughing. "I am such a idiot. I'm lying here next to
the sexy man I love and I'm talking about another..."
	"Very hot man." Justin finished. "I don't mind." Justin leaned over
to Peter. "I know its just talk." Justin pressed his lips to Peter's.
	A voice interrupted them. "Justin!"
	Justin sat up and went and opened the door. "Yes, Mom."
	"I'd like to see you and Peter for a minute."
	"See, if we had it your way she would have seen all of both of us."
Peter whispered.
	Justin pulled Peter close and began thrusting his hips hard against
him. He threw his head back in fake ecstasy. "Mother, we're coming!"
	Peter pushed Justin away. "Stop that. You sound like a bad porno
movie."
	Justin laughed. "I didn't think there was such a thing as a bad
porno movie." He started down the hall.
	"Oh, yes there is and you don't want to know." Peter followed
Justin back.

	Justin's mother greeted them in the kitchen. "Justin, it isn't
polite to disappear when you have guests."
	Peter was about to say that nothing happened but Justin nudged him.
	"I'm sorry. We just needed a breather after facing father."
	"Good then you'll be ready." She ushered them outside. "Here they
are, JC."
	Everyone was grouped around the pool. With Peter and Justin's
arrival everyone was there. JC rose to his feet.
	"The guys know this but I thought it easier to tell all the parents
at once. I assume you all know that Lance and I are engaged."
	Everyone clapped and Joey and Chris whistled.
	"To keep the wedding from become a media circus if the press found
out. Lance and I have decided to come out publicly before the wedding."
	There were shocked voices whispering.
	Lance's mother was upset. "Lance, no, you can't do this."
	"Mom, please."
	JC continued. "Lance and I have discussed this thoroughly and the
guys and John are behind us. John is arranging for an interview and a TV
appearance. We feel that being an out gay couple..."
	"Don't forget 'happy'," added Lance.
	"And very happy." JC smiled. "Could be a inspiration for other gay
people. We know that it could end our careers but everyone has agreed with
us. It was a difficult choice but you all helped. It means a lot to us to
be a part of such a loving and supportive family."
	"It will be fine, JC." Joey's father said. "Just you wait and see."
	"Thanks."
	They clustered around JC and Lance offering support and best
wishes. Soon they had moved back from JC and Lance.
	"I don't want to steal any of their thunder, but since JC and Lance
are going public. I have something to say as well. Well, just between us."
	Peter gaped. "Justin." He whispered.
	"They'll find out anyway." He turned back. "I will answer the
question that a lot of you are asking. Why is Peter now with NSYNC? Have we
become friends? Yes. Is he blackmailing us because of his attack? No."
	"Damn!" Chris reached for his wallet and handed a few bills to
Joey. He yanked them back before Joey could take them. "Just kidding."
	"Peter is here because of me. The truth is that I have discovered
that I am bisexual. After his attack I soon realized that my caring for
Peter was growing beyond compassion to passion. Peter and I have fallen in
love. Peter is here because he left everything to be with me."
	There was more whispering.
	Joey's father groaned. "Oh, good god. Not another one." He turned
to Chris and Joey. "You're outnumbered three to two."
	Chris smiled at Joey. "Like father like son."
	"What?"
	"You said the same thing when Justin told us."
	 Joey remembered and grinned. "No, Dad. This makes it an even three
each."
	Joey's father was confused. "What?"
	Joey and Chris laughed.
	Joey's father looked hard at him. "Joey, you're not going to
surprise us, are you?"
	"Don't worry, Mr. Fatone, Joey is 100% straight." Chris slapped
Joey's shoulder. "And we almost had a video tape to prove it."
	"Chris!" Joey snapped.
	"You could have been on that funniest videos show."
	"Stop it." Joey was getting upset.
	"Or better yet, Animal Planet."
 	"That does it!" Joey reached behind him and grabbed a croquet
mallet. "Time to teach you a lesson. Game time!"
	Chris backed away. "Come on, Joey. It was a joke." Chris knew that
Joey was joking, but Chris had gone a bit too far. How far would Joey go?
	"You know that was no joke to me. That was in bad taste, Chris."
	There were people all around but they weren't paying
attention. Chris had no where to run. "Sorry, I take it back."
	"Too late." Joey raised the mallet.
	Chris pushed his way through two people. Joey's father now blocked
Joey's way.
	"You're son has turned into a homosidal maniac."
	Joey's father frowned. "You said he was straight."
	"That's homosidal not homosexual."
	"Oh, that's entirely different, never mind." Joey's father smiled
then stepped aside.
	Joey started forward.
	"Oh, thanks," Chris shook his finger at Joey's father. "I will
remember this." Chris took off across the lawn with Joey at his heels.
	"Tallyho!"
	Everyone just ignored the chase going on.
	Chris rounded the lawn one more time then headed for the
house. Knowing that he wouldn't get help from anyone Chris knew of only one
place to go. He pulled off his shirt. Reaching the patio he managed to
empty his pockets, kick off his shoes then he jumped into the center of the
pool. The resulting splash doused everyone.
	Chris turned to Joey. "Keep away from me."
	"Why?" asked Joey trying to act innocent while holding back his
laugher. He walked to the edge of the pool empty handed. Joey had dropped
the mallet before he had got to the patio. "I'm unarmed."
	"You have two arms and two hands and you had a mallet in both of
them. You're mad at me." Chris didn't budge from the center of the pool.
	"I'm not any more." Joey snickered. "But other people are."
	Chris looked around him at the people shaking the water off
themselves. "Oh, oops. Ah, sorry about that folks."
	Joey couldn't hold out anymore. He burst out laughing.
	The others tried to be angry but Chris looked like a wet beagle
standing in the middle of the pool, they soon joined Joey's laughter.
	Chris relaxed and chuckled. "I guess I deserved this. Can I come
out now?"
	No one said anything. They just kept laughing.
	"Please."
	"Okay, honey." Chris's mother walked to the edge of the pool. "But,
since you're in there be a good boy and get that croquet ball."
	"Et tu, Mom."
	"Didn't I teach you to put things back where you found them?"
	The laughter started again.
	Chris soon surfaced with the ball. He handed it to his mother.
	"Now how about the badminton birdies and the Frisbee?"
	"Why is everyone picking on me?" Chris dove back.

	"I had a great time." Peter hugged Justin's mother. "I'm sorry I
was so worried."
	"I understand. Did you see Justin?"
	"Yeah," Peter blushed. "We, ah, said goodbye."
	"Now we'll have you over for dinner some night soon. That way we
can find out all about you."
	"Sure."
	"Then you can try my famous blueberry pancakes."
	"I've never had pancakes for dinner before."
	"Not for dinner for breakfast."
	"But..." It dawned on Peter what she meant.
	She gave a warm smile. "I think Justin would like that."
	Peter could feel himself blushing. "We'd both like that."
	"Good. This is Justin's house after all. And I hope that someday it
will be your home, too."
	"I'm looking forward to that."

	Peter climbed into the Jeep. "You don't have to say it. You told me
so."
	"Feel better?"
	"Yes, Lance. I should sleep good tonight."
	"Without Justin?" JC asked.
	"Well, we didn't want to push it."
	"Okay, JC. Let's head for home.

	Justin was wiping off the tables. Justin's mother walked up beside
him.
	"I bet you feel like a great weight has lifted from you shoulders."
	"Yes. You and Dad were great. Well, Dad once he calmed down."
	"Peter seems like a real nice man."
	"He is Mom. He has done so much for me."
	"I know. Look, Justin, your father and I and handle this. Here."
She handed Justin some keys.
	"My car keys?"
	"Isn't there someplace you'd rather be?"
	Justin brightened. "Really?"
	"After all you've been through today, you both deserve it."
	"Thank you, Mother." Justin kissed her then started off.
	"Justin."
	He stopped.
	"Be back early."
	Justin looked incredulous. Was she giving him a curfew? At his age?
	"Some relatives are coming for lunch. Be back before then."
	Justin went back and gave his mother a kiss. "Thank you, Mom." He
hurried off.

	His stepfather approached. "Lynn, are you okay?"
	She could hear Justin's car pull out of the driveway.
	"Justin Timberlake is on his way to his male lover. You'd think I
wouldn't be."
	He took her into his arms. "But your son Justin is happier that we
have ever seen him. He really is in love with Peter. And Peter seems to be
good for Justin."
	"Then that is why I am happy."
	"Come on, let's clean up."
	They went back to work.

	Justin tried to watch his speed. This was no time to be pulled
over. He was on his way with his mother's permission to the man he loved.


	End part 29

	Okay, okay! Stop yelling! Sex and Astral travel will be in the next
part, I promise. I just couldn't fit all that in this part.

	In the commentary by Nicholas Meyer on "The Wrath of Khan" (A
script he helped write.) he said that when you are writing it's like you're
in another world. When he goes back to look at that script and finds how
good it was, he can't believe that he wrote it. Ditto for me. I do go back
and read what I wrote and I am amazed it came from me. Well, with these
characters I am in good hands.

	During Kevin's visit I wrote a line for JC and I thought 'Lance is
going to get mad'. I didn't want an argument here. But I couldn't change
the line how much I tried. So I had to go with it. Lance's confession to JC
came out of it. So the argument worked. I guess the characters knew what
they were doing.
	Anyway, I'd love to hear from you readers. I don't bite. E-mail me
at pete1211@aol.com.  Support your local author. Let them know you're out
there reading their stories. Even if it's just one line. You will make
their day. Okay, mine, too. Onto the next part!

	Thanks for reading!