Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2002 08:57:16 +0300
From: Neea P. <nea_1@hotmail.com>
Subject: (Boybands) Needing You chapter 5

Disclaimer: This story is not meant to imply anything about the true
sexuality or personal lives of the celebrities mentioned.

NEEDING YOU
By Neqs
Chapter 5

It was a whistling Lance who knocked on the door of the room Josh and
Justin were sharing.  Justin, who opened the door after a long wait, was
less than welcoming, although he did let his guest in.

"It's fucking ten a.m. Lance," the international pop star grunted, although
it was doubtful how he recognised the other man with his eyes still screwed
almost shut. "Where's my cereal then, if I have to be awake this damn
early?"

Lance had wisely planned ahead and ordered breakfast beforehand from
Marshall's room, and the food was delivered shortly.

Josh slept on in the other room, and Lance smirked at the grumpy blonde
slowly returning from the land of the living dead.

"You did say first thing in the morning, Justin! And ten really isn't that
early, you know," Lance retorted. He was bubbling with excitement, but also
feeling strangely serene. He had no intention of telling the younger man
anything until he was coherent enough to beg for details about Lance's
evening.

Once Justin's brain awoke with the help of cereal, his curiosity peaked.
"Come on, tell me everything!" he demanded, grinning widely.

"Oh, I don't know, you didn't seem that interested five minutes ago. I
don't think you really want to hear about my boring night," Lance teased.

"Don't be mean, Poofu, you know I'm not responsible of my actions before
breakfast. Hey, last night wasn't really boring, was it?" Justin asked
worriedly.

"No, it was great!" Lance exclaimed, falling into Justin's trap and
forgetting his plan of torturing the nosy singer. "We had some dinner, and
watched a movie all snuggled together on the sofa. He also asked me to be
his boyfriend!" Lance finished excitedly.

"Oh my god!" cried his overjoyed friend, transforming from grouchy bitch to
squealing queen in the blink of an eye. "Isn't this a bit sudden, though? I
mean, you only met the day before yesterday, you hardly know each other,"
Justin tried to temper his enthusiasm.

"I know that it might seem premature, but last night we talked for hours
about anything and everything. I really like his company and I think he's
extremely attractive.  Plus he's a celebrity like I am so there won't be
any problems with not knowing if the other person could be trusted or if he
resented that I was on the road a lot. Besides, he's funny and sexy and he
makes me feel all tingly inside, so what's not to like?"

Justin looked at his friend and co-worker very carefully. Lance seemed
oddly tranquil.  Uncharacteristically happy. He had always been a
good-natured man, but sometimes he didn't let himself enjoy life as much as
he should. Instead, he buried himself in his work and experienced
light-hearted revelry and levity only through the shenanigans of his wilder
band mates. On those rare occasions when Lance joined the partygoers or
picked up guys he always felt out of place and felt depressed afterwards.

Now Lance seemed more balanced somehow. More grounded and less prone to
mood swings.  What was so special in Marshall Mathers that had brought such
a change over Lance, especially in such a short time? Justin had to know.

"If you're happy, I'm happy. And you if anyone deserve happiness. So, when
do we get to meet the guy?"

"Umm," a startled Lance answered, "I'm not sure. I'll ask him sometime if
he'd like to meet you guys some day soon."

"Great! But now, tell me every detail about last night," Justin commanded
imperiously. And Justin Timberlake always got what he wanted.

* * *

Lance and Justin chatted animatedly for some time until a groggy,
pyjama-clad Joshua Chasez stumbled from the direction of the bedroom and
flopped into his lover's lap.  Justin looked down at the seemingly boneless
pile of gorgeous man-flesh and kissed his stubbly cheek, provoking an
answering kiss somewhere in his neck and an amicable mumble.

"I wore him out last night," Justin stage whispered to Lance, earning
himself a not-so-gentle bite in the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Ouch! On the other hand, Josh is always so misunderstood in the mornings,
the sweet darling never gets enough sleep," Justin hurried to remedy the
situation. Josh licked the spot he had bitten and rested his head in the
crook of Justin's neck, ready to fall asleep where he slouched.

"Oh no you don't Josh, the rest of the guys will be here for breakfast any
minute now so you can't fall asleep on me again," Justin warned his
boyfriend. Three seconds later, there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Lance offered helpfully, seeing that Justin had his hands
full of sluggish boyfriend.

The missing two fifths of Nsync entered and directed their steps to the
food cart.

"Damn, this is all cold!" complained Chris, while Joey kept on piling food
on his plate.

"It's food, man," he said to Chris, "what does it matter what its
temperature is?"

"Oh my god!" Chris exclaimed. "Joey, did you notice there were more than
two syllables in that word you used? Are you sure you're not ill or
something?" he asked worriedly.

"Very funny Christopher! I'd laugh if I weren't under the inescapable
obligation of ensuring the immediate satiation of my immitigable appetite,"
Joey answered without looking up from his plate, leaving Chris dumb-founded
and causing Lance and Justin to howl with laughter. Josh just burrowed his
nose deeper into Justin's neck, making small, irritated noises.

"Come on, love, time for breakfast," Justin tried to coax his lover. "If
you eat quickly we'll have time to take a long shower together before
leaving for the studio," he offered as a bribe.

Josh considered the proposal and agreed whole-heartedly. He clambered up
from his comfortable seat and haphazardly filled a plate, returning to sit
on the sofa, though not on Justin this time, and began happily munching
away. He was finished in no time and proceeded to drag Justin towards the
bathroom.

"We leave at two, right?" Justin called out without looking back, just
making sure. After an affirmative from Lance, he slammed the bathroom door
shut behind them and locked the door with an audible click.

"That was so more disturbing than anything anyone should be faced with
before lunch," Chris muttered, before turning to stare at Lance with his
liquid, bird-like eyes.  "And how was your date with Eminem?" he asked
teasingly, cocking his head inquisitively.

"It went wonderfully, thanks for asking. And yes, you might get to meet him
sometime in the near future. And yes, we are now officially a couple. And
yes, I know it's soon, but it feels right for me. Satisfied?" Lance said
all in one breath.

Chris blinked a few times. "Gee, I don't remember asking that many
questions, but I'm sure you're right. Oh, and I'm happy for you, by the
way," he answered sarcastically.

The three bantered on while unhurriedly filling their stomachs. Lance had
already eaten so he just nibbled on some fruit. They made their exit,
however, when they began to hear peculiar noises over the sound of running
water.

"We leave in thirty," Lance shouted over his shoulder as he fled the room
on Joey's heels; Chris was already opening the door to his room,
gesticulating wildly with his free hand. Maybe the two would hear and even
remember it; right now, Lance just wanted out of there.

* * * The group of pop stars that entered the limo was a freshly showered
one. Two of them looked slightly dazed, while one blond singer was immersed
in thought.

'I can't believe everything that has happened to me in the past few days.
It's like magnetism, the strength of my attraction towards him. I'm almost
afraid of what could go wrong. But that's in the future and I plan to enjoy
this while I can. Nothing lasts forever in this business, weeks, months
maybe, but not forever. So I've learned to savour every moment of doing
something that feels right.  How rare that is.'

It had been the circular motion of a warm hand rubbing his tummy that had
roused Lance from his sleep that morning. When he opened his eyes into
slits, the sight of a sleep-tousled god with the most intense blue eyes,
resting his head on his hand and gazing at him thoughtfully, met him.

Lance rolled onto Marshall, catching him by surprise. The blue-eyed man
yelped, startled, producing a laugh from the younger man with chartreuse
eyes. Soon they were both laughing and wrestling on the already tousled
sheets. When they paused to catch their breath, with Marshall straddling
Lance and holding his arms over his head, their gazes locked.  They leaned
into each other and started their day with a hot, breathy kiss.

They exchanged smiling good-mornings and lay in a heap of flesh, enjoying
the peaceful feeling a while longer before starting their day. They dressed
and ordered breakfast, listening to Ella Fitzgerald's 'A-Tisket, A-Tasket'
while waiting for the food to arrive. They felt comfortable enough in each
other's company not to feel obligated to fill the silence with empty
chatter. It was a companionable silence with no tensions or
undercurrents. The morning was so fresh, and the company so pleasant, that
the men could just be themselves for a few moments without having to worry
about appearances or impressions.

They ate breakfast. Lance ordered for some to be sent to Justin and Josh's
room as well, because that was where the band was supposed to gather to eat
that morning. Soon he had to leave.

"I'd better go now. Will I see you tonight?" asked Lance, still a bit
unsure about the limits of their freshly established relationship.

"Yeah. Come over when you're done for the day. I've got a meeting to attend
at two but I should be back here before six o'clock," Marshall said.

Lance kissed his boyfriend goodbye and made his way to his friends' room.
Why was it only ten a.m., couldn't time fly faster or something, because
Lance was in a hurry to reach the evening?

* * *

Marshall yawned. The meeting was long and boring and he was being
distracted by images of soft, white skin and luminous, sincere green
eyes. He barely managed to stay focused enough to take notice of the things
directly relevant to him. He had assistants who handled the more detailed
stuff. Inevitably, his thoughts drifted back into the previous night.

'He was so amazing. The looks, the laugh, and the way we could talk about
things for hours without awkward pauses. And the looks!He was so hot I
could barely restrain myself from ravaging him then and there, but I knew
the time wasn't right. Last night was for romance, tonight is for
intimacy,' the rapper decided. He was pretty sure the other man would be of
the same mind.

After the meeting finally came to and end, Marshall returned to his hotel
and went to the gym.  He worked out mercilessly, purging himself of the
frustration of the fruitless way he'd wasted his afternoon. When he stopped
to have a drink of water, he realised it was getting late. Wanting to be
there when Lance came back, Marshall directed his steps back to his suite.

As he opened the door with his key-card, Marshall had a sudden urge to call
his daughter. After a few minutes of humiliating sweet-talking to his
ex-wife he finally got to speak to his daughter.

Hailie was chirpy and the two chatted about school and drawing and birds,
although Hailie was doing most of the talking while Marshall just made
suitably impressed and agreeing noises at appropriate intervals.

Marshall was still on the phone when Lance knocked on his door. Marshall
flashed him a smiled and pecked his cheek, leading him to sit beside him on
the sofa. Lance listened to Marshall's end of the conversation, somewhat
bemused.

"Yes baby, that's great."

"Uh huh, I know you're a big girl already, sweetie."

"Ok, then, tell your momma to read you the story about the pastel dragons
before you go to sleep."

"Good night sweetheart, I-" There was a slight hesitation. "I love you."

"I'll talk to you soon honey, now sleep tight. Bye."

When Marshall hung up the phone, he looked at Lance sideways, smiling
abashedly. "That was my daughter," he explained.

"She must be a special girl," Lance said, moved by the exchange.

"She is. So, have you eaten dinner yet?" Marshall asked, turning to face
Lance, who hadn't, so they ordered some quick, easy dinner stuff from room
service. While waiting, they talked about their apparently equally dreadful
days. After they had disposed of the food, Marshall came up with an idea.

"I'm not sure if you haven't noticed or if you're just being diplomatic,
but I called Hailie immediately after coming straight from the gym after a
long workout session and I probably stink to high heavens."

Lance had noticed. He was usually fastidious about personal hygiene, but
Marshall's male and musky scent was not at all unpleasant. Or maybe Lance
was just feeling a bit hornier than normal?  Be that as it may, but when
Marshall asked, "I'm taking a bath - you coming?" Lance answered with a nod
and a smile, only a slight widening of the eyes revealing his surprise,
both at the invitation and at his own swiftness to accept the suggestion .

* * *

The two moved to the bathroom, where Marshall ran a slightly less than
steaming hot bath, adding a few drops of something smelling of strawberries
into the swirling water. Soon the tub began to fill with rich, sweetly
scented foam.

Lance laughed. "I haven't had a foam bath in ages! This is absolutely
wonderful."

The moment of amusement helped to deflect the mild embarrassment the men
might have felt about undressing under the glare of bright light fully for
the first time.  They slid into the tub as soon as it was full.

Lance was like a five-year-old. He collected mountains of foam around
himself, puffing holes into it and blowing bubbles up into the air,
laughing with childlike joy.  Marshall observed this activity with
amusement until Lance threw some foam at him, starting a foam war. Soon the
two stars of the music world were laughing like they had lost their minds,
both covered in strawberry- scented foam.

A still-grinning Marshall pulled Lance to sit against him, front to back.
They settled there peacefully, slowly recovering from their regression to
early childhood at its best. Lance leaned back, resting his head on
Marshall's shoulder, as hands began to explore bodies in lazy circles. The
bath was too hot for them to become too hot, and soon they had to leave if
they wanted to avoid falling asleep right there like Marshall had the
previous day.

They dried each other quickly and put on some loose sweats. They resumed
their former position on the sofa as they sipped some coke, watching the
news (nothing interesting had happened) and didn't watch the following
sitcom. Instead, Lance turned to face Marshall and the pair engaged in some
heavy kissing and touching. They revelled in the touch of each other's bare
flesh, kissing and caressing it, fingers painting mysterious symbols as
they traced beautifully formed muscles.

By silent agreement the two closed the television and made their way to the
bedroom, some part of their bodies always touching. After short trips to
the bathroom they were all over each other again.

They sweats were easily gotten rid of, and the blondes tumbled onto the
soft mattress in a tangle of urgency. Lance's hand found Marshall's cock
and gave it a light squeeze.

"I remember this one. We met once and he was very nice. I'd like to
reacquaint myself to him.  May I?"

This was not a question that required an answer. If it was, Marshall surely
expressed his approval by pushing his tongue invitingly down his
boyfriend's throat. He began to moan softly and with rising pitch as
Lance's hand moved rhythmically up and down his member.  After the hours
long foreplay they'd had there was no way Marshall would last long.

He didn't. Within minutes he was gasping and thrusting up to Lance's fist,
exploding with a yelp, languorously kissing the man who had given him
pleasure. When Lance made as if to relieve himself, he intervened.

"What are you doing, James? I'm more than capable of getting you off.
Besides, I owe you a blow." And with that, Marshall licked his way down
Lance's chest, pausing to inspect the goods.  'Very nice.' Then he began
his work. He licked, sucked, and nibbled carefully. He swirled his tongue
around the sensitive head and teased his lover until he began to whimper.

"Em...please...oh, Em!"

Then Marshall went to town and started to swallow more and more of the
singer's cock, moving up and down with surprising grace.

Lance looked down at his platinum head. 'I can't believe Eminem is sucking
my dick. No, bad thought, evil thought! That's your boyfriend, Lance, and
what he's doing is out of this world!'  Lance's introspection was
interrupted by his impending orgasm. "Em, I'm almost there...uh...I'm
coming!"

And with that Lance shot his gift down Marshall's throat, hips jerking in
time with the spurts. He closed his eyes, panting, while a smug Marshall
crawled up beside him and pulled the covers up over them. He grinned at the
dazed Mississippian. "You like?"

"Oh yeah!" Lance replied enthusiastically, pulling the other close and
ravaging his lips. He definitely liked.

TBC

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