Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 22:37:19 -0500
From: Frank <niftyfrank@email.com>
Subject: Lance's Liaison-3

*****Disclaimer****
I Am In no way affiliated with N'SYNC. I do not know them, nor do I claim
to. I do not know the sexual preferences of anyone in the band, and this
story in NO way implies that I do. This story is entirely fiction, though
all fiction has to be based on some sort of reality (otherwise we wouldn't
be able to comprehend it!), the elements concerning N'SYNC or any other
celebrity that may be mentioned are 100% fictitious.

Later installments of this story may contain sexually explicit content! If
you are offended by M/M representations of these actions then read no
further. If you are under the age of 18, or if it is illegal for you to
read this type of material in your area, then please, read no further!
***************

HEY AGAIN EVERYBODY! I'm sorry y'all...I actually took LONGER To get this
part out. I'm sorry, I really did have every intention of only taking a
couple of days--but you'll forgive me, right? I mean, there were
"extenuating circumstances" and stuff. I worked a little harder on this
part because it wasn't written under stressful conditions...I hope it
shows.

Thanks to EVERYONE that e-mailed me with suggestions, criticisms, and words
of encouragement. I didn't get a lot of response--which I expected because
of the below average part 2 that I submitted--but I would still like to
hear from my readers. Right now, I'm under the impression that not many
people read my story...so for those of you who e-mailed me to let me know
that you do THANK YOU again! You are the reason that I continue to write.

Now, Special thanks to Evan (Justin's Dark Angel--read it!) he's a kick ass
author, and an even better friend!

Also, thanks to Gemmi (check out her story Lance's Song! It's Grrrreeeaatt!)
You're the best Gemmi! Umm...I'm not changing the aforementioned part of
this paragraph because I do think that everyone should read Lance's
Song. However, I learned a few days ago that Gemmi has made the decision to
discontinue the story for a long time. =( I've tried convincing her
otherwise, but she has her mind made up. So, as I said before, read what
there is of the story--it's amazing, but I don't think there will be any
additions for quite a while. =/

Now, thanks to everyone else! You are all great! Dave, Rob--you guys are SO
cool! Kenny, Eric (check out his story Lance's Thoughts!) thanks for the
continued support! =)

I love to get e-mail, so if you would like to be on the receiving end of
one of my thank-you's, I suggest that you do just that....E-MAIL ME!!!!!
Comments, SUGGESTIONS, concerns, flames, candy, CD's (wouldn't it be cool
if you could e-mail CD's?!?!) ANYTHING, just e-mail me at
niftyfrank@email.com

Now, LET THE STORY BEGIN!!
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Part 3: Rude Awakening

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(Just a recap..)

"Brent awoke from his nap at the sound of a low pitched horn. He rubbed the
sleep out of his eyes, and looked around. He was in his car. 'Damn it!" he
cursed as he finally realized that he had fallen asleep at the wheel. Then,
once again, his attention was drawn to the loud sound of a horn. He looked
up, and his eyes flared in horror! By this point, Evan had awoken, and was
too looking through the windshield.

The pair, frightened beyond comprehension roared "OH MY GOD!!!!!"
.....................

Brent's head shot up with a start. His forehead damp, and riddled with cold
sweat. "Shit!" he squeaked out. His eyes darted around frantically,
searching for some non-existent focal point. They came to rest on his
friend in the passenger's seat. Evan was looking back at him wide-eyed--his
face the picture of concern.

"Are you ok?" Evan asked him tentatively, his voice eliciting his worry for
Brent.

"Whaa'...?" Brent mumbled, while still trying to get a bearing on
reality. "Umm, yeah...I'm fine. I guess I fell asleep for a minute."

"You were screaming in your sleep, you must have had some sort of
nightmare." Evan continued on in his worried manner.

"Yeah, I guess so." Brent muttered a little too quickly. At that Evan
huffed and sat back in his seat. Brent noticed this and whispered out
"Sorry," before he got back into the right lane and drove off.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Evan sat peacefully, and smiling off into
some dream world. Brent concentrated on driving, his face was blank and
solid. He was extremely upset for endangering the lives of he and his
friend. "How could I be so stupid?" he chastised himself. "I'll never drive
when I'm that tired again!" he concluded. He then returned his full
attention to the road.

Brent's truck slowed as it pulled up in front of Evan's house. Brent didn't
really want to wake him up, but he knew that Evan needed to go inside. He
climbed out of the car, and walked around to the passenger's side. Once
there, he opened Evan's door, and unbuckled his friend's seatbelt. He was
about to lift Evan up and out of the car, when his friend's head shot up
with a huge grin plastered on his face. "Awww...you were gona carry me
inside. I didn't know you cared Brent!" He said, while breaking into
hysterics.

"Oh, screw you jerk!" Brent said while laughing himself. Evan hopped out of
the car and gave his friend a quick hug.

"Thank you for inviting me to the concert Brent, and as always, thanks for
the ride!" He said sincerely.

"No problem bud. You say it like I would have taken anyone else!" Brent
joked with his friend.

"Yeah well," Evan began but was interrupted by a yawn, "Thanks again, and
goodnight!' At this, he started walking up his drive to his front
porch. Then, he stopped suddenly and turned around. "Ya' know, Justin is
even hotter in person!" he said almost a little too loudly.

"Oh, and I'm sure he didn't notice you gawking at him with your jaw on the
floor!" It was extremely dark out, but Brent could see Evan turn an almost
florescent red color. He laughed and then watched his friend go inside. He
went around and climbed back into his car and headed home.

Brent had to struggle to simply make it to his room. Once inside, he didn't
have the energy to do much of anything, so he took off his shirt and
flopped down on his bed. With his (almost) six-foot frame sprawled out
rather awkwardly on the bed, he managed to kick off his shoes before his
eyelids betrayed him for the second time that night.

He wasn't asleep--not yet anyway--but he wasn't far from it either. He was
at the point where you start to dream, yet you are still conscious of the
world around you. A montage of images began to race through his mind. His
lips curled into a lazy smile when he began to recall how he had been
acting this week--consumed by anticipation. He imagined how silly he must
have looked walking around school with his usual serious look replaced by a
big goofy grin.

His mind continued to race as the images began to get closer to the
present. Finally, he saw he and Evan trying to get a good parking space,
dancing and singing at the concert, and--finally--backstage with the
guys. "I met NSYNC," he thought, "I can't believe it." His smile only
broadened--which I hadn't thought possible until it happened. As expected
(or at least I expected it...) Brent's course of thought ventured to the
band member that stuck out most in his mind--Lance.  Of all the events of
the night, he remembered Lance's shy, yet assertive attempt to
apologize. He didn't say much, just a simple, "Yeah, don't be like that."
Brent, however, seemed to be fixated on the celebrity.

He imaged the blonde in all his splendor. His perfect skin, angelic face,
hair--spiked to perfection and (of course) his hypnotic green eyes...Brent
was consumed by thoughts of Lance.  Although Brent was not admiringly an
NSYNC fan, well at least not until recently, he was no fool. He had always
found himself attracted to Mr. Bass, and that night had been of
unimaginable significance to him.  He had met the man of his dreams. "how
many people can say that?" he wondered aloud.

Brent found himself suddenly aroused. The thought of the singer had driven
him to feel in a way that he didn't often feel. His resentment of his own
sexuality often hindered his senses when it came to other men--but Lance
was somehow an exception. He was a crush.

His thoughts turned slightly erotic as he lay in his state of
semi-slumber. He imagined Lance in the room with him, standing over the
bed. Lance then leaned over, and kissed Brent gently on the
forehead. "Goodnight..." he heard Lance whisper. One could almost swear it
was real--yet, it was as faint as a light breeze (and just as
scintillating). With that dreamed word, Brent drifted completely off to
sleep--thinking, "I'll be with him tomorrow, yeah...tomorrow."


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Joshua Chasez woke up at the sound of the hotel phone ringing. Barely able
to see through his still heavy eyelids, he reached toward the flashing red
light. He groped around on the nightstand until he felt the receiver, and
picked it up. "Hello?" He said into the phone in a raspy voice, but the
person on the other end was already speaking. "This is your requested
wake-up call," the automated dialer began in a monotone voice, "the time is
now 9:45 A.M." JC smirked as he heard the machine exaggerate each
syllable. He hung up the phone, and his body reflexively stretched in all
kinds of odd ways. His arms flailing as he enjoyed the relief.

He got out of bed, and hobbled to the bathroom. He played with the knobs on
the shower, until he got the temperature just right--then he began to get
undressed. After he had slid out of his wife beater, and boxers, he stepped
into the shower. He let out a gasp as the hot spray made contact with his
skin, but then relaxed as he grew accustomed to the heat. He liked his
showers hot, it helped to wake him up in the mornings. He gave his face and
good scrubbing, until he had gotten all of the sleep out of his eyes. It
was then that JC's mind drifted back to the night before. His face twisted
as he recalled the group's fight. You see, it was yesterday before the
concert that JC told his friends, the guys of Nsync, the truth....the whole
truth. He was gay. His lip quivered a little as the thoughts rushed back to
him.

At first the room was silent, then one by one all of his "friends"--his
band mates left for the stage....leaving him feeling alone and
rejected. "They hate me." He recalled thinking. A tear slid down JC's face
as the thought replayed itself in his head over and over. He then
remembered the argument after the show...

"I can't BELIEVE that we've been that I've been friends with a fag all this
time!" Chris wailed, causing JC to cringe as tears formed in his eyes. The
other guys were silent, all engrossed in their own trains of though.

"Chris!" Joey shouted, hardly believing that Chris had just said that.

"What?! That's what he is, isn't he? I mean, isn't that what you told us
before the show, fag?" At that comment, JC sobbed a little more, and Lance
gave Chris a look of disapproval that made him grimace.

The Room fell under a sudden silence.

The silence was soon broken, however, when Justin said, "How can you be so
cruel to one of your best friends?! JC's always been there for you. This
doesn't make him any less of a person!" He got up and walked over to JC,
and put his arm around his long-time best friend. "Josh, we've been friends
forever, and I'm not gonna let anything change that--no matter what other
people think." As he said this, he shot Chris and evil look, then turned
back to JC. "I love you just the same....as a brother that is." Justin
finished with a smirk.  ......

JC was pulled back to reality by the sudden decrease in temperature of the
shower water. He ran the rag over his face one last time to clear away any
traces of tears, and hopped out of the shower. As he was drying himself
off, he recalled something that he was supposed to do. "What was it?" he
inquired to no one at all. He shrugged and then continued toweling off.

He rifled through the hotel wardrobe where he had hung his clothes the
night before, and pulled out a pair of Structure cargo pants, and a blue
and white button down Structure shirt. (you know, the kind that have the
sleeves that you just HAVE to roll up...?) As he was heading to the
bathroom to do his hair, it was then that he realized what he was supposed
to do. "Brent!" He spoke aloud with just a little too much excitement in
his voice.  JC dashed over to the nightstand to check the time. "Whew!" He
exclaimed, "It's only 10:30, we're not supposed to send for him for another
two hours."

Thinking that he would forget later, JC thought it wise to inform the
driver of the arrangements now. He called checked the room list that was
given to them, and dialed the driver's room number.

"Hello?"  A cheerful voice inquired.

"Good morning Randall! It's JC. Sorry to disturb you so early, but I have
something to ask you." JC said, matching Randall's happy tone.

"Sure thing boss, what can I do for you?"

"We promised a couple of friends of ours that we'd send a car to come pick
them up at about 12:30. Is there anyway that you could help me out?" JC
asked very politely, making it seem as more of a request than an order. He
didn't like the concept of bossing people around.

"No problem. Just give me the addresses, and I'll be sure that they're
taken care of." JC then proceeded to give Randall the addresses that Brent
had given him last night.

"Thank you so much Randall! I'll see you later." JC said, but as he was
about to hang up the phone, Randall started to talk.

"Umm...boss, you didn't tell me where you want me to take them." Randall
chuckled a little.

"Oh, my bad, sorry about that. Bring them back to the hotel. We know
nothing about this town, and I'm sure they'd have a better idea of where to
go than we would." JC said after realizing where he was.

"Oki dokie boss, will do!"

"Thanks again, bye!"  JC hung up the phone, and flopped down on the bed. No
sooner did he have the phone on the hook, did the phone ring. JC reached
over, and lifted the receiver to his ear. "Hello?"

"Morning JC!" Justin chimed cheerfully.

"Good morning curly! What is it?"

"Oh, we're having brunch in Joey's room now, he told me to call you and
tell you."

"Brunch?" JC asked.

"Yeah," Justin said with a chuckle, "you know, not quite breakfast, not
quite lunch..."

"Ok, whatever. I'll be there, I'm already up and ready." JC said,
smiling--even though Justin couldn't see it.

"Ok, see you there, bye!" At Justin's words, JC hung up the phone, and
gathered his cell phone, key card, and wallet, and headed out of his
room. In the hall, he saw Justin knocking on Joey's door, and he walked
over to his friend. Joey came to the door, and they both went inside. Lance
and Chris were already inside, obviously enjoying their full plates. Justin
and JC made their way to the cart, and each got good-sized helpings of
food..

Once they had their food, they took seats at the round table near the
wall-sized window in Joey's room. As they passed Lance and Chris, JC
offered a 'good morning' but only received a response from Lance. Chris
looked up, and noticed Joey glaring at him from across the room.

"Well, what do we have planned for the day?" Justin asked everyone.

"We promised those guys Brent and Evan that we'd spend the day with them."
JC said while taking a bite out of an apple.

"Correction," Chris snapped, "YOU promised that we'd spend the day with
them, and I have to say--I don't really want to spend the day with two
complete strangers."

"Then don't go." Lance replied simply. Chris looked up at him for a second,
and then went back to him plate.

"So is everyone else in?" JC asked tentatively, to which he received
various forms of 'yes' from all the guys--excluding Chris.

"Fine!" Chris said firmly, feeling a little betrayed that no one was going
to stay with him. "I'll just find something to do on my own."

JC let out a little sigh of relief now that Chris wasn't the mix. It wasn't
that he was angry with Chris for the way he was acting--he had somewhat
expected it--but he was happy that the pressure would seemingly be off of
him for a while.  "This could turn out to be a really good day." He
thought.


To Be Continued....???

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Ok everybody, what did you think? I know it took me OVER A MONTH to get
this part out, and I'm so sorry for that....but I've been overwhelmingly
busy, and I just couldn't find time to write. I know this chapters short
too....but I want to know what you all have to say. So, E-MAIL me at
niftyfrank@email.com !! Send whatever you want to send.....say whatever you
want to say--good/bad. I am willing to take SUGGESTION on where you want
this story to go....I'm not really a creative person, and I'd be more than
happy to have some input that I KNOW the readers will like!

Thanks again to everyone that e-mailed me, KEEP EM' COMING! (ewe!) Like I
said earlier, I didn't get a lot of input at all, and I would like more
response for this chapter. If you haven't e-mailed me before, PLEASE DO SO!
=)

Stories I Like to Read (in NO particular order)

Nsync Lance and JC (ok, this story is special to me....this is absolutely
my favorite story on the entire planet. Sorry to all you other wonderful
authors...but Kevin's story touched me in unimaginable ways, and I want to
thank him for that. IF you're reading Kevin, THANK YOU!

Justin's Dark Angel

Rob and Lance

Michael and Lance

Ryan and Lance (are you seeing a trend?)

Lance's Song

Studio in the Country

BSB and Nsync

(recently) Lance's Thoughts

Josh and Justin

Nsync and the Vamps

(also recently) Two out of Five!

(sorry if I left any stories out, but I read SO many....that's probably why
I never have time to write!)