Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 16:34:36 EDT
From: Garrett Sparks <xander874@hotmail.com>
Subject: Next Window Please - Chapter 14

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And of course, the disclaimer - You know the drill: if you are underage,
please don't read this and as much as I would like to believe it, this story
is made up and the contents in no way imply anything about the sexuality of
N-Sync, 98 Degrees or any other celebs mentioned.  Enjoy!

Chapter 14 - I am only scared from wonder

	Lance loved New York.  But, he really didn't like awards shows.  It wasn't
that he
didn't enjoy getting nominated and even winning honors, but it seemed like
there were so
many ceremonies these days, that most seemed pointless and not really
important.
	The Video Music Awards were a little different in that they were the only
award
ceremony that honored videos.  Of course, they were all a popularity contest
still.  All one
had to do was look at the nominees.  The five choices for best video were a
virtual
Who's-Who of MTV's Total Request Live for that year.  Lance was no expert,
but there
were other videos that had been made over the year that were far superior.
	Lance couldn't really believe he was thinking like this, considering that
NSYNC
was smack dab in the middle of those nominations.  Still, he was in kind of
a foul mood
and he was taking it out on the hand that fed him.
	Lance and JC had a little spat earlier that day and until these things were
resolved,
they tended to fester inside of him.  And unfortunately, JC was off doing
some
promotional stuff that morning and they hadn't had time to make up.
	The fight was silly, really.  And it was about clothes, of all things.  How
stereotypically gay was that, Lance thought.  But, the guys had been sent
over a ton of
clothes from various places to decide their wardrobe for the show.  They had
to choose
two outfits - one for sitting and one for performing.  They all decided to
go a little retro in
their tastes, but the coat Josh had picked out was a bit much.
	It started with a simple comment from Chris of all people.  JCs jacket was
lined
with this frilly fur and Chris stated that it looked a little "queeny".
Well, JC did take this
too well and turned to Lance for back-up.  Lance was feeling overly honest
today and told
JC he agreed with Chris, upon which Justin and Joey chimed in their
agreement.  This
royally pissed JC off, who stormed into his room.
	Lance, as the boyfriend, was designated peacekeeper and had tried to calm
JC
down, but a few harsh words were exchanged and JC had rushed out before
anything
could be resolved.  Lance knew Josh just needed to calm down a little.  It
was a stupid
argument and Lance would apologize as soon as he saw him.
	Which he did when they arrived at rehearsal that Wednesday.  It was their
second
day on the stage at Radio City Music Hall and Lance was very happy.  He had
gotten to
perform at the Met last year and now Radio City.  It was an awesome
experience many
people would kill for.  Now, if they could just get to Carnegie Hall.
	Lance found JC stretching in the corner.  Things were running behind, so
they
were going to have to wait a little while before taking the stage.  This was
a full run
through and the first time they really had to work with those crazy TVs.  It
was an
interesting concept - having their heads enlarged and prerecorded to show on
screens
while they stood behind them dancing; but, in actuality, it was kind of a
pain in the butt.
	Still, the guys were excited that it would top last year's performance,
which was
what they wanted to do; so, Lance went along with it.  JC was especially
excited - he
loved dancing in big groups with professionals.  It gave him a chance to
really shine and
Lance loved looking at him sway his hips.
	He smiled as he walked up to JC, wearing his pleather camouflage pants and
muscle shirt.  JC looked up and quickly looked away.  He was a stubborn
fellow and
Lance knew to cut him some slack.
	"I like the pants," Lance said, hoping to make up for his other fashion
comments
earlier that day.
	JC didn't look at him, "I'm surprised.  I have such bad taste, you know".
	Lance walked up to JC and lifted his chin up, so they were looking at each
other,
"You know you could be wearing a potato sack and I would think you were
sexy".
	JC didn't smile, "But, just not masculine, huh?"
	Then, Lance realized what JC was upset about.  It wasn't his fashion sense
at all,
"Are you worried people will think you are gay?"
	JC shrugged, "I mean, I don't really care, but if I like stuff like that,
maybe I'm a
little more flamier than I thought".
	Lance sat next to him, "I don't think you're flamey.  But, that wouldn't be
wrong
anyway.  People act different ways.  There are flamey-acting straight guys
and there are
masculine gay guys," and leaning into JC he whispered, "which I think you
are".
	JC finally loosened up his frown and grinned at Lance, "I'm fretting over
nothing".
	"You're right, you are," Lance replied, "And you wear what you want to wear
to
the show.  It's not like this is the Oscar's where conservatism reigns.  I'm
sure people will
be wearing a lot more outrageous outfits than any of us".
	JC nodded, "Yeah, I guess.  Look, I'm sorry I was a jerk this morning.  I
just don't
like being ganged up on and made the brunt of jokes".
	Lance put his arm around JC, "I know, hon.  We were just playing.  We all
love
you, frills or not".
	There was an announcement made over the loud speaker that NSYNC was to get
ready to perform.  Lance looked around and, upon seeing no one, kissed JC
lightly,
grabbed his hand and walked with him to the stage, where the other guys were
waiting.

	The next day, the guys were busying themselves with getting ready.  The
awards didn't start until eight, but by noon, everyone was in their own
world, getting ready, mentally and physically.
	Lance was sitting on the bed, looking at JC.  He was running around the
room, desperately searching for the shoes he was going to wear.  He had told
everyone that he was wearing the coat to the show, but would take it off
anyway, and there was nothing they could say.  The guys really didn't care
all that much and that business was dropped.
	There was a new topic of discussion that had arisen.  The day before, the
guys had given interviews on TRL about the show and Lance was interviewing
with JC and Joey.  Chris and Justin were doing sound check and were gonna be
on later.  Anyway, during the interview, Lance made some excuse about how he
felt short next to everyone since they were on an incline and he made his
way behind JC, making sure to grab his ass as they stood there.  He was
playing a joke to see if JC would crack.  Being the consummate professional,
he did not.
	Still, it ticked Joey off, because even though the camera didn't catch it,
he did and it almost caused him to lose it.  JC took it in stride and
laughed it off, but Joey chastised him about keeping up "straight"
appearances.  They hadn't talked the rest of rehearsal, but later made up at
the hotel.
	Lance hated fighting with the guys, but Joey had taken it in stride.  Lance
saw his point - it could've been a disaster, but he just couldn't keep his
hands off of Josh.  Man, he was horny!
	So, as JC bent over to look under the bed, Lance grabbed him and pulled him
onto the mattress.  JC smiled, "I need to find my shoes, dear".
	Lance pointed to the clock, "We have plenty of time".
	JC shook his finger, "I just showered.  I'm not getting all dirty."
	Lance agreed, "Fine, but who says we can't make out a little?"  Lance
leaned in and placed his lips onto JC's, sending them both into a passionate
frenzy.  Soon, they were frenching and Lance moved his arms to JC's chest,
pinching his nipple through the fabric of his T-shirt.  JC let out a little
moan and buried his hand in Lance's hair.  He moved over and began nibbling
on Lance's ear, sending him into a fit of pleasure.
	Lance backed away, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea if we don't want to
get mussed up".
	JC licked Lance's ear, "Well, consider this a preview for later tonight".

	The show went off without a hitch, at least from the guy's perspective.
Sure, the opening monologue was dull and they lost the first couple of
awards they were up for, but the second half was much more exciting.  They
won Best Pop Video, performed (very well Lance thought) and then won the
Viewer's Choice Award.  Add to that the choreography award and they were the
biggest winners of the night.  Sure, that blond rapper had won two and
shared one with another guy, but NSYNC won 3 by themselves and this made
Lance happy.
	Lance wanted to go back to the hotel and finish what he had started
earlier, but he wanted to hit some of the after-parties.  Justin, at
Britney's encouragement, really wanted to go too.  And Joey and Chris were
always up for free booze, so they all headed out to celebrate.
	The party they ended up at was rather tame, but once a good song came on,
JC took to the dance floor and began to shake it up.  Several female
admirers joined him and soon the place was hopping.  Lance sat back, sipped
on his Coke, and watched.
	Justin saw the huge grin on Lance's face and went over to him, "You look
like a Cheshire Cat, man.  Why so happy?"
	Lance pointed to JC and his posse, "I just like the fact that most of those
women probably think they have a chance of going home with Josh tonight".
	Justin frowned, "That's not a very nice thought, dude".
	Lance corrected himself, "I don't mean it in a bad way.  It's just nice to
know that no matter what happens out there on the floor, I know that he is
coming home with me tonight".
	Justin looked over at JC, who glanced at Lance and winked at him.  He
turned back to Lance, "It must be great to have something like that.  Full
trust and everything".
	Lance sipped his drink, "Yeah, it's great.  But, it looks like you might be
getting there yourself".
	Justin looked at Lance, who pointed to the floor, where Britney was dancing
with Joey.  She would occasionally look over and smile at J.
	Justin smiled back, "Yeah, well we're not quite at you and JC's level yet".
	"So, you are getting there, I take it," Lance asked.
	Justin replied, "Sorta.  We talked and we both want a relationship, but
we're gonna take it slow.  We're not even 20 yet and neither of us is ready
to settle into a serious thing".
	Lance hit Justin on the arm, "Dude, I'm only 21!  Are you saying I'm an old
fogey?"
	Justin put his hand to his lips and acted like he was zipping it shut.
Lance just smiled at him.  Britney motioned for Justin to join her.  He
jumped off the stool and was soon in grind mode with his
kinda-sorta-girlfriend.
	Lance looked over at JC, who turned his way.  His face was covered with
sweat, which made Lance wish was being caused by something besides dancing.
JC mouthed the words "I love you" to Lance who simply held up his drink in a
toasting manner.  JC grinned and returned to the bevy of beauties that
surrounded him.
	"Is this seat taken?" a voice asked.  Lance swung around to see Drew Lachay
of 98 degrees standing there with a drink in his hand.
	Lane stuttered, "Oh...uhh...no.  Go right ahead".
Drew smiled and sat down.  He was still dressed in the leather pants he was
wearing earlier that evening.  It amazed Lance how short Drew really was,
but he thought it suited him well.  Of course, if Lance had a body like Drew
did, he could've been 5 feet and been happy.
	Drew extended his hand, "I know we know who each of us is, but allow me to
formally introduce myself to you.  I'm Drew Lachay".
	Lance took his hand, "Pleased to meet you.  Lance Bass".
	Drew took a swig of his drink, "Congrats on your wins tonight".
	Lance thanked him, "And sorry your whole intro deal got interrupted by that
crazy guy on the set".
	Drew laughed, "Well, he made the show a little more exciting, that's for
sure.  But, your performance did that too.  Loved the TV thing.  You guys
looked really good".
	Was Drew flirting with him?  Lance's gaydar was hardly honed and he had no
idea about Drew.  Either way, it wasn't like he was interested.  JC looked
just as hot as these guys - in a different way, but still hot.
	Lance thanked him again and turned back to JC, who as now drenched in
sweat, still shaking his groove thing.  How he could be that active after
that nerve-racking performance was beyond his comprehension.
	Drew coughed and looked at Lane, "You two make a cute couple".
	Lance slowly turned to Drew.  "Excuse me?" he asked, flabbergasted.
	Drew pointed to JC, "You and JC.  Your cute together".
	Lance sighed, "What gave it away?  Is it that obvious?"
	Drew shook his head, "Oh no.  I wouldn't have even noticed if my gaydar
wasn't so good".
	"Well, mine sucks.  So, let me ask you..." Lance began.
	Drew interrupted, "Yeah, I'm 100% homo.  But, don't go spreading that
around."
	Lance giggled, "Don't worry, I won't, if you do the same for us."
	Drew finished his drink, "Consider it done".
	Lance had a 100 questions.  He hadn't really had the opportunity to talk to
someone who was in the same predicament as him besides JC and that was
somewhat different, "So, do the other guys know about you?"
	Drew pointed to Jeff Timmons, another 98 dregree-er, who was standing in
the corner, "I told Jeff last year.  He's been really cool about it.  I'm
kinda worried about telling the others - my brother especially.  I don't
think he'd take it well.  What about you?"
	"Yep, they all know about Josh and me and therefore, my lifestyle choice
and they all are pretty cool about it," Lance wondered how it would've been
if one of the guys hadn't accepted it.  It seemed so long ago that he came
out to them, the worry was a distant memory almost.
	He looked at Drew, "I'm sure it'll work out for you".
	Drew nodded, "I really don't think I'll have to worry until I meet a guy.
Then, things might get more complicated".
	"I hear you," Lance commented.
	"Is it hard for you and JC, working together and all?" Drew asked.
	Lance thought for a second, "You know, it's not.  Some people can't live
and work together, but we've been together almost every day for the last 5
years.  I really can't imagine not being with him".
	"Man, I hope I can find someone like that someday," Drew lamented.
	Lance looked at Drew reassuringly, "You will.  Mr. Right is out there," and
then, looking over at JC, "After all, I found mine".

	About an hour later, JC and Justin were feeling a little tired.  Chris and
Joey were still wide awake and opted to head to another party.  Justin told
the guys he was going to ride home with Britney.  JC and Lance got in their
limo and headed back to the hotel.  JC could barely keep his eyes open, yet
insisted to Lance that they would have some quality alone time.  Lance just
played with his hair.  He knew it wasn't going to happen, but he was fine
with it.
	And he was right.  For as soon as they got back to the room, JC's head hit
the pillow and he was out.  Lance removed his shoes and his pants and tucked
JC in the bed.  He climbed in beside him, planted a kiss on his cheek and
was soon asleep himself.
	Lance had the dream again.  It was the sexual one he had from time to time.
  He hadn't had it in a while, he guessed since he had someone to fill that
faceless void that always appeared in his dreams.  Tonight, things went the
same as usual.  This faceless shape was giving Lance pleasure orally and he
laid back and enjoyed it.  He felt a tingling sensation in his body and
looked down to compliment this imaginary lover.  Only when he looked at the
man connected to his cock, it wasn't a faceless entity.  It was Drew Lachay!
	Lance awoke suddenly, a million thoughts racing through his head.  What was
he doing?  How could he possibly be thinking about Drew?  He loved JC, yet
his subconscious was telling him he was attracted to Drew?  Sure he had a
nice body and seemed like a nice guy, but Lance loved JC...only JC.  He was
severely disturbed and to top it all off, he had a raging hard-on.
	He looked at the clock, which read 4:30am.  He turned to see JC, still in
the same position, lying there, breathing heavily.  He didn't know why he
did what he did next, but before he could think, he had leaned over and was
whispering for JC to wake up.
	"Wh-What is it?" JC asked sleepily.
	"I need you now," Lance said pointedly.
	"What time is it, Lance?" JC mumbled.
	Lance grabbed JC and pulled him on top of him, causing him to wake up some
more, but still not fully.  He kissed JC, forcing his tongue in his mouth.
JC reacted and fell into the kiss.
	Lance began kissing his neck, each buss more powerful than the previous
one.  He worked his way to JC's ear, "Make love to me please".
	JC was now almost fully awake and Lance could feel his lover's erection
against his pelvis.  JC was clueless as to what was really happening, but
Lance was so persistent, that JC couldn't refuse.
	"Let me get a condom," JC said as he tried to climb off.
	Lance stopped him, "No, just fuck me now.  I don't care about anything
except having you inside me.  Please".  His tone was almost begging.
	Lance removed JC's underwear, and grabbed onto his throbbing cock.  He
quickly inched down the bed and wrapped his mouth around JC's member.  JC
moaned and Lance quickly engulfed all of JC's penis.
	He moved back up the bed, removing his own underwear.  JC had removed his
shirt and Lance took in the smell of sweat and perfume that still lingered
on his body from the after-party.
	"Go for it," Lance commanded.  JC licked his finger and inserted it into
Lance's hole.  Lance moaned and JC put in another finger.  Finally, Lance
felt JC's wet cock pressing against him and soon, JC had put himself in.
	The pain was much worse than it had been before, but Lance didn't want JC
to stop and he bit his lip to contain his discomfort.  Eventually, the pain
eased as JC began to move in a constant rhythm.  Lance wanted to feel JCs
cock swell up and fill him up with his sweet load.
	JC began breathing in more shallow breaths and Lance knew he was about to
come.  JC, who was still not fully aware of everything, was pressed on top
of Lance and when he moved, his chest rubbed against Lance's own aching
cock.  Soon, Lance felt an orgasm rush through him.  He felt his come hit
JC's chest and drip down onto his own stomach.  A minute later, JC thrust
one last time, sending his own come into Lance.  Lance sighed heavily as he
felt the warm jizz coat his insides.
	JC slid off of Lance and fell back onto the bed.  Both guys were a mess,
but were too tired to even move.  JC mumbled, "I love you" to Lance, kissed
him, and was soon fast asleep.  Lance wondered if he would even remember
what they had just done.  He assumed the mess JC would find in the morning
would make him recall the events.
	Lance lay there for a minute, silently hating himself.  What had he just
done?  Did he just have sex with JC to prove he loved him or to prove that
he wasn't attracted to Drew Lachay?  He felt so confused and he felt even
worse for having used JC - not that he really even knew.
	Still, Lance found he couldn't fall asleep and he spent the rest of the
night, perplexed and scared that he was about to encounter something that he
wasn't prepared for.

Well, this is the beginning of a new story arc for the guys...and it IS just
the beginning...so a lot can and will happen...You know I love JC and Lance
together, so you shouldn't be too worried!  Stay tuned!