Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2001 12:06:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: My JC Chapter 5

The usual discaimer applies: don't read this if you
find m/m situations offensive, this is illegal where
you are, or you are underage. Also, I am in no way
associated with NSync and since this is a work of
fiction it is not meant to imply anything about any of
people mentioned.

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Chapter 5:

*Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...*

Goddamn alarm clock, whoa, hold on a sec, my alarm
clock doesn't beep...

I sat up quickly in bed, not my bed either, as the
alarm clock began a second rep of five beeps. I heard
someone sigh and look down to my left to see JC. JC?
Oh yeah... I remember now, we were going to his place.
Hold on a sec... we didn't... did we? Oh God, all that
alcohol last night must have caught up with me after
we got here, I don't even remember coming here. I do
remember the car ride home, I was fighting to keep my
eyes awake as JC said something about some movie, then
he asked me if I was awake. I think I mumbled a
response. That's about it though. I also remember that
he drives a Mitsubishi of some sort...

*Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...*

Goddamn it man, why have an alarm clock if it doesn't
wake you up? Might as well shut the fucking thing off.
How the hell do I do that? There's no off button. Oh
well, thing can't work without batteries.

I clicked the removing panel from the bottom of the
alarm clock and took out the two batteries, then set
them and the clock on the floor next to me and tried
to get back to sleep.

I awoke again, I dunno how long after the alarm clock
dilemma, but it was probably noon by now. I rolled
over and found JC propped up on his right arm, looking
at me.

"Do you always watch your houseguests this closely?" I
asked.

"Just the ones I'm worried will steal something from
me," he answered.

"And what, am I gonna steal?"

"My heart," awwwww, now he's got me. Like a fly in a
spider's web there is no way he could lose me now. He
looked into my eyes and again found myself speechless.
After a moment of silence, a silence that was
strangely warm and tender, he leaned in closer to me
and closed his eyes. Our lips met for the third time
and our tongues danced around. I felt something run
through my body, a spark of excitement and joy, but
mostly passion. He and I clicked in just THAT way, a
way that bonded us beyond imagination.

Finally the kiss broke.

"JC, I..." I began to say.

"Shh," he put his finger on my lip, "call me Josh." He
whispered so quietly that I could barely hear him.

When he lifted his finger that sweet silence remained.
We leaned in again and kissed, this time much more
forceful and erotic than the last. Our tongues
intertwined as we pull each other closer together. The
sexual energy was so high between us that it was
almost tangible. We continued to make out, my right
hand found his chest as I slowly traced one of my
fingers down along his tight abs and back up his
spine. My fingers wrapped around his left shoulder as
the fingers on his left hand sifted through my hair.
He was so gentle... it was if he was afraid of breaking
me.

I felt that same hand slowly make its way down my
back, underneath the elastic of my boxers it brushed
against the top of butt, and make its way around,
reaching my pubic hairline. My right hand moved from
his shoulder, guiding his hand away and intertwining
our fingers.

As the passion between us slowly calmed itself, I
sucked on his lower lip, still hand-in-hand. When we
finally broke he looked at me, I knew what he was
thinking...

"Is there something wr...?" he questioned.

"Not right now," I whispered in his ear. He kissed me
lightly on the cheek again and I did the same.

"What time is it?" he asked as he sat up in bed,
taking his hand from mine. He swung his legs over the
bed and stood. I noticed he was shirtless, and DAMN!
did he had a fine body. He wore only jogging pants to
cover his lower body, and I found myself wearing the
same along with a white-beater.

"Probably noon," I replied as I lay back down. He spun
around and looked at me.

"NOON?!" he screamed. Oh fuck. I guess the alarm clock
went off for a reason, huh?

"I'm just guessing..."

"Where's my alarm clock," he looked around. I picked
it up from the floor and handed it to him along with
the batteries.

"Well," I tried to escape the father-like scorning
look he was giving me, "it went off and you didn't
hear it so I assumed that it wasn't important, then I
couldn't figure out how to shut it off, so I took out
the batteries."

He walked over to a dresser and picked up a watch, my
watch I noticed, and he set it back down.

"Well," he smiled from across the room, "it's one, not
noon, one and I'm late for my flight to Orlando."

"Whoa!" I shouted as I got out of the bed, "were you
planning on waking me this morning? Or just leave
without notice since you didn't get any? Was this
supposed to be a one-night stand?"

He didn't say anything.

"Fuck you!" I screamed as I picked up my clothes from
a nearby chair, nicely folded, might I add. I stormed
into the bathroom, after making sure that was the
right door, and changed. I walked out and didn't even
look at him. "Here." I threw his jogging pants at him
and searched for the exit.

"Wait..." he followed me as I opened a door, bingo!
Exit. "Please, come on, please hold on, I can
explain!"

I stopped, slowly half-shut the door behind me. He
finished closing it.

"No one needs to know we're gay," he looked into my
eyes, the whole melting-thing has passed, and he
noticed it. "I'm sorry, but I have a concert tonight,
I was going to tell you last night, but you fell
asleep in the car. I had to carry you up here, and
it's lucky that only one person works the front desk
at three-thirty and that he's easily paid to keep his
mouth shut or there would be a juicy rumor in the
Enquirer today..."

I didn't move or respond.

"I want to get to know you, I feel this instant
attraction to you, I know you feel it too, I can
tell," he pleaded with me. He was right. I was SOOOOOO
attracted to him, and I did feel this instant
connection with him.

"Why did you say your name was Jerry?" after a moment
of thought I asked that from out of the blue.

"I was really attracted to you and I when I found out
you were at MTV I stopped by to see you, but you
didn't know me," he explained, "I was hurt, and I did
something dumb. I need to get to the airport and make
a new flight because we have a show to do tonight at
7:30, leaving me about six and a half hours to book a
new flight, get there, explain why I'm late and get in
costume..."



Remember to mail me: reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com  :)


Author's Note: Starting this week I'll be posting
twice a week, I'm sending in Chapter 6 Friday, so look
for it Saturday, it's a milestone chapter. Thanx, RBD
:)