Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 13:58:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: My JC Chapter 11

Disclaimer: Don't read this if you find m/m stuff
offensive, are underage, or this is illegal where you
are. Also, I am in no way connected with NSync, this
is fiction and not meant to imply anything.

Author's Note: I'm sorry that the story is a day late,
but I was so taken aback by the horrific events of
yesterday's (Tuesday's) attacks that I did nothing for
most of the day other than watch the news. One of my
friends was supposed to be taking a tour of the World
Trade Center yesterday, but thankfully she didn't plan
on going until the afternoon and was spared, though
she did see the events unfold. My heart goes out to
all who have lost family and friends in this tragedy,
I've prayed for you and will continue to do so. I hope
that those responsible will be brought to justice, and
I (for the first time) fully support President Bush
and whatever means that he takes find and punish these
freaks. RBD

Please send all feedback: reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com


Chapter 11:

As I began to pull myself out of a long peaceful sleep
my eyes began to focus on the clock that sat next to
my bed. I let out a small yawn as I finally realized
that it read 10:02, which is a little late for me. I
don't care though, my schedule for today is clear...I
think...I hope so anyway, I'll be able to spend some
time with Josh for a change.

Speaking of which, I could feel his hot breath blowing
against the back of my neck with every breath he
exhaled. I was lying on my left side, as was he, our
bodies press together, and my back up tight against
his chest and abdomen. His arms were wrapped my waist,
I could only imagine that his left arm, which was
pinned between me and the bed, must have been numb.

Then I noticed that he blowing playing on the back of
my head, I could feel how his breath traced around in
circles through my hair and I smiled. How cute, could
this guy be any sweeter? He's probably been awake for
a while just lying there blowing playing at my hair
waiting for me to wake up...

"Josh?" I whispered.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, did I wake you up?" he said
sincerely.

"No, did it all on my own," I joked as I rolled over
and looked him in the eyes. Oh, those perfect blue
eyes, how could anyone resist being absorbed into
them? "How long you been awake?"

"About an hour," he smiled. God, there's something
else that I couldn't resist: that perfect smile of
his. It always had a hint of mischief in it and always
kind and caring at same time.

"What is it with you?" I thought out loud, not that I
meant to...

"What?" he asked confused.

"I...uh...I just can't seem to find anything wrong with
you, everything you do wrong turns out to be me
over-speculating...then..." I tried to explain what I was
feeling, "...then...you just prove again and again that
you're perfect."

At that he actually laughed out loud.

"Are you laughing at me?" I asked.

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"I am far from perfect."

"What are your imperfections?"

"Well, I constantly worry that the rest of the guys
are gonna find out and that they won't accept me for
it. I worry that the press will find out. I worry that
this might not work out...and...and I worry that I'm
starting to fall in love with you and that...that if
this doesn't work out, what am I gonna do with
myself...and..."

He loves me? He loves me. He LOVES me. HE loves ME. HE
LOVES ME! Oh my God...

He continued on and on about his worries, but I leaned
in while he was going on and kissed him, tongues
wrapping around one another. He couldn't talk now and
hopefully he wouldn't worry with an answer like that.

"I...I...Josh...I think..." I stammered with the words as our
kiss broke, I'd never said this to anyone before, "...I
think I'm falling in love with you too..."

He leaned forward and we kissed again. My tongue
massaged the inside of his mouth as he ran his fingers
through my soft hair. The kiss broke after a moment
then started again. As the second kiss broke we
searched each other's eyes for a moment.

"I'm ready..." I said seductively, trying not to crack a
smile.

"For what?" he asked rather excitedly.

"To get some breakfast, I'm starving," I smiled widely
as I got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen. A
few minutes later Josh walked into the kitchen, still
wearing my boxers, the ones he had put on after we
made love yesterday. I was wearing my usual night
garb: boxers, which happened to belong to Josh, and a
white-beater. Josh was simply wearing my boxers,
showing off his incredible chest.

"What are gonna have?" Josh said as he took a seat on
the counter.

"Well, I usually don't eat breakfast, but I'm really
hungry this morning..." I said I rummaged through the
refrigerator. "I have eggs and some sausage, there's
some bread over there. We could have eggs, sausage,
and toast or I have some of the single serving boxes
of cereal or I could make some pancakes, I think I
have pancake mix somewhere."

"I'm not exactly a great cook, Mike," Josh smiled
slightly embarrassed, "so I guess the cereal will be
fine, what kinds do you have?"

"All the crappy kinds," I answered, which was true.
I'm not a big cereal eater so I buy the small
single-serving boxes that come all together, but I eat
all the good kinds and leave the other ones, usually
taking them to the homeless people on the street. "Go
watch TV, I'll make us something good." I gave him a
wink as he hopped down from the counter and headed
into the living room without an argument.

In a few minutes time I had bread in the toaster, eggs
on the stove, sausage in another pan on the stove, and
pancakes in yet another pan. I rummaged quickly
through the fridge and found something to drink.

"All ready," I called in about twenty minutes and he
came out to see the spread before us.

"Wow..." he sighed. Before him sat two eggs, two toast,
four small sausages, and two pancakes with a small
glass of orange juice and a small glass of milk. "It
looks like a TV commercial for breakfast food..." he
laughed as he sat and noticed what I was eating. "This
is all for me?"

"Yeah, I didn't know what you wanted to drink so I
gave you both," I smiled, "I don't like eggs and
didn't want any of the other stuff, so I made that for
you." I said as I sat down with a plate that had a cut
up apple, a peeled and cut orange, some grapes, a few
strawberries, a little granola, and a banana with a
glass of spring water. "Plus, I'm a health freak and
like to eat good."

"If you don't like eggs why exactly do you have them?"
he asked as he began to eat.

"In case I bake something," I said as he began to
laugh. "What?"

"You bake?"

"Listen, just because I'm a megastar with four
multi-platinum records, one of which is kicking your
band's ass on the charts might I add, and seven, yes
seven, number one hits, compared to your one, and six
hit movies along with co-founding a multimedia
entertainment industry means that I can't have a
domestic life and do simple chores?" I pretended to be
offended.

"Braggart," he laughed and I joined in.

"Well, I try..."

"Are you worried about the Emmys?" he asked, which
surprised me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you starred in that one made for TV movie,
which was a major hit and now you're nominated for an
Emmy, aren't you nervous?"

"No..." I trailed off, though I was.

"You could be like the first person to win the four
big awards!" he exclaimed. "How can you NOT be
worried?"

"Four big awards?"

"A Grammy, an Oscar, an Emmy, and a Tony!" he said as
he gulped down a swig of orange juice. "Everyone's
talking about it I mean everyone! Don't tell me you
don't think about it! You've won a couple Grammy
Awards, you just won a Tony Award for that thing on
Broadway you did not too long ago, and now you're
nominated for an Emmy! All the critics say you're a
good actor, and you've won Golden Globe a while back,
so you'll probably win an Academy Award at some point
in your career..."

"Oh my God..." I sighed, "I'm so sick of hearing about
this. You sound like a reporter! And no I won't be the
first to win the `four big awards', if I do win them
all I'll be the fifth to do so."

"So, you could be one of five people to EVER do that!"

"Can we please stay away from our careers for the
moment?"

"You brought it up, bragger," he laughed.

 "Well, I just want to have a normal breakfast
conversation, not about Oscars and Emmys, or Tonys or
Susies or Robbies either..." I laughed as I ate a
strawberry. "You know...strawberries are supposed to be
an aphrodisiac." I said as I licked my lips...



Again, my heart goes out to those touched by this
tragedy.

Chapter 12 will be sent in on Friday (posted Saturday)
as usual. RBD