Date: Sun, 6 May 2001 18:31:05 -0400
From: BJ Gay.com_Member <bjluver@gay.com>
Subject: Lance's Search 13

Welcome to "Lance's Search," a multi-chapter exploration of a young man
discovering himself. As much as I would suspect otherwise, I have no actual
proof of the sexual orientations of Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake or JC
Chasez. Consequently anything you read in this story is the product of the
mind of its author. That said, this story attempts to take a realistic look
into the thoughts and feelings of a guy as he discovers the pains and the
joys associated with loving his fellow man... or his fellow band mate as
the case may be.

Thanks to those who have written to me about Lance's Search. I appreciate
the feedback.

If you have any comments, please e-mail them to bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise,
enjoy the story.

BJ


Previously on Lance's Search...

"You a member?" an older man said from a booth window just inside the
doorway.

"What?"

"Are you a member here, honey?"

"Uhh, no. No, I'm not. I haven't been here before."

"Oh, some fresh meat hitting the floor. That'll be $5 to get in."

"Yeah, sure," Lance said as he fumbled around for his money. 'What did he
mean by fresh meat?'

The man took Lance's $5. "Go on in honey, and be sure to play safe."

"Yeah, thanks." Lance turned and headed the few steps to the next door. A
buzzer sounded, releasing the door lock and Lance reached for the
doorknob. What he saw inside the room took him by surprise.


Chapter 13

Lance's concern and curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had followed
JC to this building, paid $5 to a strange man in a booth and then walked
into what seemed to be another world.

Dance music pulsated through the room at a volume beyond what Lance was
used to. No in-ear monitors to filter out unwanted sounds. Smoke filled the
hot air. Lights flashed on and off and danced around the room. He could
make out a bar at one end of the large room. People packed the dance
floor. He could tell many of them were working up a sweat, yet the smell of
cologne overpowered any body odor.

Lance felt something was different about this place, but he couldn't put
his finger on it yet. He did notice there were more guys here than girls. A
lot more guys. For that matter, it seemed like guys were dancing with guys.

"Hey, handsome, haven't seen you here before," said a rather sultry voice
to his right. Lance turned to face the voice. It was a woman. At least he
thought it was. Certainly the person was dressed like a woman.

"First time here," he replied. "Looking for a friend."

"Hmmmm, what a nice deep Southern voice you have. Talk to me some more and
I'll be your friend."

"No, I mean I'm looking for a friend of mine who came in here."

"Well, ain't he the lucky boy then? You know I always loved those Southern
accents. Just makes me tingle all over listening to that drawl. Say
something else."

"Ahh, look, I'd really like to talk more, but it's kind of important that I
find my friend."

"Oh my, there's that tingling again. Anything this girl can do to help
you?"

"No thanks. I'll find him." Lance began to walk away, then turned back
around. "Forgive me, but there's just something different about you. You
don't look like most women I know."

"Well, my Southern hottie, I've got things most girls you know don't
have. Care to head for a room to find out what it is?" the female said in
seductive tones.

"Uhhh, no thanks." Lance blushed as he walked away from that woman, not
that anyone would spot the blush under those lights. He continued wandering
around, searching. He felt eyes on him wherever he walked. No one else
seemed to be ready to approach him, but he could tell everyone he passed
was looking him all over. He wasn't sure what he had walked into. He hoped
no one could identify him, although there didn't seem to be any of the
typical NSYNC fans in sight. This place was packed and even getting around
was difficult. Lance could have sworn a couple of times that some hands
lingered on his body while he was squeezing through a crowd.

He finally reached the bar area. He searched for any sign of JC. A lot of
slender, handsome men, but none of them were JC. Then he noticed
something. Two guys at the bar were kissing. Not a friendly peck on the
cheeks either. Full-on mouth to mouth kissing. Passionate kissing.  Just
like he and Justin had done. Lance's eyes almost popped out of his head. It
was at this point that Lance finally understood. He was in a gay bar. "Oh,
my God," Lance said quietly to himself. He just stood there for a
moment. "Oh man, that means that woman probably wasn't a woman. God, I can
be so dense at times."

Suddenly a wave of panic came over Lance. What if someone recognizes me? It
couldn't be good for his career if the media got wind of this. 'But what
about JC? I swear I saw him come into this building. I didn't see any other
doors he could have gone in.' Lance decided there was no time to think
about JC now. He slowly turned around and headed back down the gauntlet he
endured to get this far. Lance might as well thought he was in a cage with
tigers, trying not to attract attention and cautiously heading for the
exit. More hands lingering on his body. More eyes checking him out. Someone
even felt him up. Lance's mind was on overload. He wanted out of this place
now.

He had nearly made it to the door when something, or rather someone,
attracted his attention. Atop a platform in the middle of the dance floor
were two guys dancing rather suggestively and with wild abandon. Lance
thought there was something strangely familiar about the dancing of the guy
with his back toward him. His dance partner was a nice-looking blond boy
with spiky hair who was probably just a few inches shorter than the other
guy. The two bodies kept rubbing up against each other in time with the
beat. Lance found it strangely erotic just watching these two. He could
feel the rise inside his pants just from watching. Then the other dancer
turned around. It was...

"Oh...my...God," Lance said aloud to no one in particular. He just stood
there in stunned silence, transfixed by what he saw. "I gotta get out of
here." He finally forced his body to obey and moved quickly through the
door, down the small hallway with the guy in the booth, out the front door,
down the few steps, across the street and down a block or two before his
body declared a halt. Lance leaned up against a building. His mind was
racing faster than even his body had been. 'What did all of this mean? Did
I really see what I thought I saw?'

"I need to just get back to the hotel. I need time to figure this one out."
With that, he walked a little further, then found a taxi - a rather
fortunate find seeing as Lance wasn't exactly sure about the way to the
hotel.

He was the first member of the group to return for the night. Lance
desperately hoped Justin would be back, but knew his arrival was probably
still a couple of hours away. He decided to leave a message with the front
desk, asking Justin to give him a call when he got in.

Lance's mind was still racing. He certainly wasn't going to fall asleep
soon. He powered up his computer and signed on to the net. Recently he had
discovered an archive on the Internet called Nifty. It was full of stories
Lance had never even dreamed could be written. The Boy Bands category had
attracted his attention. The combinations of the guys, even crossovers
between competing bands, amused him. For example, this one series about
Justin and Nick Carter was pretty hot. The two were going to get married in
that story. He and Justin had joked around about that one a lot. "If only
it were so," Justin would say wistfully.

For some reason though, Lance had become particularly attached to stories
that paired him off with JC. He found those stories stirred up feelings in
him like no other.  Even now just thinking about one of those stories
caused movement in his pants. Lance's cock was taking on blood.

"No, I can't do this now," he said. He decided to lie down on the bed and
wait for Justin to return. But Lance's eyelids began to droop. Eventually
they shut tight. The next thing Lance knew, he could hear his telephone
ring.

To be continued....