Date: Wed, 11 Aug 1999 20:07:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonathan Vascardi <jonvascardi@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loving Justin & Lance

Loving Justin & Lance
Written By: Jonathan Vascardi
With Help from: Joshua and Jayson Vascardi

Legal Disclaimer:
	This story is totally fictional and not meant to imply anything about
Justin Timberlake, or Lance Bass of the music group 'N Sync. If you are
under the age of 18, offended by homosexual material, or it is illegal to view
in your area, you should be leaving now, otherwise, please enjoy the story.
Author's Note:
	First off, some of you may or may not recognize me as an occasional
co-author of Loving BSB. I am the cousin of its creators, Joshua and Jayson
Vascardi. You really should consider reading it, it's a really good story, as is
their other series, Nick & Brian. Anyway, this story will be primarily about
'N Sync, and some other celebrities might be being added later. I hope you
enjoy the story. This in a matter of speaking, is my first attempt at this type
of story. I mean, yes, I did help Jay and Josh write for LBSB, but then I was
simply writing what they told me to write. This is all my own work. And
now on with the story!
Loving Justin & Lance - Chapter 1
	Stone Collins sits on the window ledge in the large study of his family
estate, peering out the window at the massive moorland. Stone and his
brother, Brock, inherited the large family estate from their Uncle Rex when
he passed away last year, as well as a rather large trust fund, totaling 15
million dollars.
	Stone and Brock are both gay, but at the moment, they have no
potential boyfriend prospects. Of course considering that the nearest city is
so far away from the house, that the only way to get to the house is by a
horse-drawn carriage, this is not surprising. A car would have to be able to
fill its gas tank about 3 times just to get to the gate, which is still about
twenty miles from the house.
	Why choose to live this far away from civilization you might ask?
Well, Stone and Brock grew up in this house, and when their Uncle Rex
died, and left them the estate, they simply couldn't bring themselves to sell
the estate which has been passed down from generation to generation since
the late 17th century.
	Anyway, Stone, stares aimlessly out of the study window, simply
thinking about how lonely him and his brother truly are out here. They don't
live there alone of course, I mean there are the servants, but all of them were
hired by Rex Collins about 20 or 30 years ago, so they're all rather old and
Stone and Brock certainly have nothing in common with them.
	Stone turned 21 about two weeks ago, and Brock, who just so
happened to be born on the same day as Stone, only two years later, turned
19. Both Stone and Brock stand about 6ft 3in tall, and they both have short
blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Stone and Brock have been mistaken
for identical twins before, but of course they're not.
	Stone is simply staring out of the window when he sees the carriage
approaching, the five ivory white stallions galloping at top speed towards the
main entrance of the estate. Brock is returning home from a trip into town
with the cook and the maid. The cook and the maid went into town to do the
bi-monthly grocery shopping, and Brock to mail some letters, and run a few
errands.
	Anyway, Stone stands up from the window ledge and walks out of the
study and downstairs to the entry hall to greet his brother. About ten minutes
later, the front doors open and Brock comes in with a huge grin on his face.
Stone would normally help carry in the several grocery bags, but Brock
doesn't give him the chance, as he runs over to Stone, grabs him, and drags
him into the drawing room and closes the doors.
	"What's got you so hyper?" asks Stone as he has a seat in one of the
two large wingback chairs by the massive marble fireplace.
	"You'll never guess what I found out while I was in town," replies
Brock as he continues to smile like crazy.
	"If I'll never guess, then just tell me."
	"I found out that 'N Sync is in town, and they will be here for another
three weeks," replies Brock, obviously overjoyed, as he sits down in the
other chair.
	A smile crosses Stone's face for the first time in quite awhile, as he
thinks about 'N Sync being in town, but thinking about Justin Timberlake
being in town is what really makes him happy. But this doesn't last long as
he realizes that them being in town means nothing, since the town is over
175 miles away.
	"Well, it sure would be nice if we could meet them, especially Justin,
and Lance, but we're here, and they're in town," replies Stone.
	"Not for long, bro."
	"What do you mean?"
	"As soon as the horses have had a night's rest, we're leaving for
town," replies Brock, still grinning from ear to ear.
	Stone remains silent and just looks at his brother. Stone knows full
well on Brock's crush on Lance.
	"I stopped by the hotel and asked the clerk to prepare Uncle Rex's
penthouse, and guess what?"
	"What?"
	"The five other suites on the floor have been given to 'N Sync. So all
we have to do is go into town and stay in Uncle Rex's penthouse, and more
then likely we'll meet them eventually."
	"Well, okay, Brock, let's get packing," replies Stone as the smile
returns to his face, as he and Brock quickly leave the drawing room and take
the elevator up to their bedrooms, which are on the tenth floor of the house.
	The next morning, Stone and Brock leave the house, the staff carrying
their luggage, just as the stables master, with the help of the carriage driver,
finish attaching the checkrein, also known as a bearing rein, to the lead
horse. The staff quickly load the luggage onto the carriage's luggage rack, as
Stone and Brock climb in. About twenty minutes later, the crack of the whip
can be heard, as the carriage begins to go down the driveway, getting faster
and faster until the five horses are galloping at top speed.
	There are several disadvantages to living this far out into the country,
one of them being that the road to Collins Hall is not paved, which causes
the carriage to jolt around a lot, and it is almost impossible to get any
measure of comfort in it. As night begins to fall, they are still about fifty or
so miles from the point where they can get into their car and drive the rest of
the way into town, which at that point will only be about 2 or 3 miles.
	The carriage driver begins to make the horses slow down, before they
come to a stop in the middle of the road. The driver hops down from the
driver's seat and takes out a lighter, which he uses to light the four golden
lanterns that adorn the carriage. After the lanterns are lit, the driver climbs
back up to the driver's seat, and sends the whip cracking through the crisp
night air as the carriage lurches forward, and is soon going at top speed
again.
	Despite the constant jolting around, and the overall bumpiness of the
ride, Stone and Brock manage to fall asleep and they get about 3 hours of
sleep before the carriage stops and the driver awakens them to inform them
that they have reached the gatehouse. The gatehouse is a small complex of
three buildings. A small three-room cabin which serves as a place for the
master of the house to rest after the long ride out from Collins Hall, a
stables, and a garage.
	Stone and Brock each take an overnight bag from the luggage rack on
the back of the carriage, and go into the cabin, while the carriage driver
unhitches the horses and leads them into the stables for a rub down and some
rest.
	About 8 hours later, Stone and Brock head into the garage, just as the
carriage driver and the caretaker of the gatehouse complex finishes loading
the last of their luggage into Stone's black Mercedes Benz. Stone and Brock
quickly get into the car, Stone starts it, and the car is soon on its way to the
city.
	By car, the last 3 miles from the gatehouse complex to the city takes
about 20-30 minutes. They only wish that they could be able to drive across
the massive Collins Moor by car, which would then take only about maybe 4
or 5 hours, instead of the day and a half it takes going by horse-drawn
carriage. One of these days, perhaps, Stone and Brock will manage to get a
few gas pumps strategically placed between the gatehouse complex and
Collins Hall. But, for the moment, they will just get out to Collins Hall the
same way their ancestors have since 1695, a horse-drawn carriage.
	Stone and Brock check into the hotel and the desk clerk gladly hands
them the key to Rex Collins' penthouse, as their luggage is loaded onto a
luggage cart and the bellhop takes it upstairs via the service elevator. Stone
and Brock take the main elevator up to the 25th floor of the large Collins
Arms Hotel.
	The Collins family is a very prominent family in the region, and
actually owns the entire city, that's why the hotel didn't put up any fight
whatsoever when Brock asked that his late uncle's penthouse be prepared,
despite the fact that the penthouse is on the same floor as the five suites
given to the guys of 'N Sync and the hotel had explicate instructions from
their management that the entire floor was to be their private floor.
	As Stone and Brock step off the elevator, a security guard stops them.
	"I'm sorry, but this floor is off limits, you'll have to go back
downstairs."
	"I think not. You see those oak double doors at the end of the hall?"
replies Stone calmly, "they lead into the private penthouse that my brother
and I have checked out."
	"Well, I'm sorry to say that that is impossible because this whole floor
is reserved for 'N Sync and the hotel knows this."
	"Look, unless you want us to exercise our power and have the guys of
'N Sync thrown out onto the street, you'll stand aside," replies Brock.
	"I will not."
	"You really don't know who you are talking to here," replies Stone.
	"Frankly I don't care," replies the guard.
	"I am Stone Collins, and this is my brother Brock Collins. Not only do
we own this hotel, but we own everything else in this city. So, you have a
choice, stand aside, or we will have the police escort you out," replies Stone,
"We do after all own the police station."
	"Yeah, right, do I look an idiot?"
	"Look, I don't really care what your orders are. My brother and I
inherited this hotel, ownership of everything else in the city, as well as
Collins Hall, which is about 200 or so miles out of town on the Collins Moor
from our late uncle, Rex Collins. Now, get out of our way, or I will not
hesitate to call the police."
	Just as Brock finishes saying this, Joey comes out of his room and
overhears the last bit of the conversation.
	"Um, what's going on here Dave?" asks Joey of the security guard.
	"These two claim to be Stone and Brock Collins, the owners of not
only this hotel, but the rest of the city, and want me to let them proceed
down to the penthouse at the end of the hall."
	"I don't claim to be anyone, Dave. I am who I say I am," replies Stone
as he removes his wallet from his pocket, "Here's the proof."
	Stone hands the guard his wallet, and as the guard looks at the picture
on Stone's driver's license, he realizes that this guy really is telling the truth.
	"Okay, so you really are Stone Collins," replies the guard, "That
doesn't prove that you own this hotel."
	The guard hands Stone back his wallet, just as the service elevator
doors open up and the bellhop pushes the luggage cart out.
	"He'll tell you," replies Brock, "Hey, Kirk? Could you come here a
minute?"
	Kirk, the bellhop, quickly comes over to where the security guard and
Joey stand with Stone and Brock.
	"Kirk, could you please tell Mr. Fatone, and Dave the security guard
here, who we are?"
	"Of course, Mr. Collins. This is Brock, and Stone Collins, the owners
of the hotel, and of the rest of the city."
	"Thank you Kirk," replies Stone.
	"Now, since my brother and I will be staying here for awhile, I
suggest that we all find a way to co-exist on the same floor. So, Joey, you
and the rest of the guys are invited to dinner in the penthouse tonight,"
replies Brock.
	"Thanks, Mr. Collins," replies Joey with a smile.
	"Please, call me Brock."
	"And you can call me Stone."
	"Okay, Brock and Stone, I'll tell the other guys and we'll head over to
your penthouse in a few minutes."
	"Okay, c-ya then," replies Stone and Brock in unison as they walk
over to the penthouse doors, unlock them, and go inside as Kirk takes their
luggage in.

To Be Continued
	That is, if you want it to be continued.


	Please send all comments, good or bad, as well as any suggestions,
to JonVascardi@yahoo.com, all emails will be answered. I look forward to
hearing your opinions on my work, and I hope response will be good enough
that I can will be writing another chapter.  Please make sure to include
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