Date: Thu, 30 Sep 1999 21:04:19 EDT
From: Kero1743@aol.com
Subject: Nsync: The Alternate Dimension

    This was some crazy idea that I got while being bored out of my mind at
school.  You're going to need an explanation about it, so that you don't get
confused.  It's Nsync, but not in the way you're used to.  It's the same
people, but I'm making up how they got together, and I'm giving them
different backgrounds.  Meaning, if someone didn't actually do something, I
already know this.  I just took an artistic licence and ran with it.

    If this is really horrible I'd like to know.  Email me at
Shadwluvr9@aol.com.

    I am NOT impying that anybody in this story is gay.  This story is
entirely fiction (remember I just said I made it all up).


Nsync: The Alternate Dimension
by: Shadowlover

****
Ch. 1
****

    It was a cold, bleary, rainy day.  Everything was grey and depressing.
The buildings even looked sad as the rain ran down their sides.  Large
puddles had formed on the streets and sidewalks.  Mostly everyone was inside,
except for some people trying to get to work.  Even the street venders with
their trinkets and doodads were nowhere to been seen.  The fog had been so
thick that morning that it prevented Lance from leaving home on time.

    "I'm sorry, Emily," Lance said taking off his jacket.  He shook it to get
some of the water off of it.  "That fog was really bad this morning.  I
couldn't even see across the street.  I was about to call and tell you that I
wouldn't be able to make it."

    "That's ok, Lance, I understand," Emily said. "As you can see, we're not
exactly busy."  She swept her hand in the air gesturing to the empty room.
"You know, Lance, you're really brave."

    "What do you mean?"

    "You don't see too many homosexuals wearing a pink raincoat walking down
the street."

    Lance blushed.  "Hey, it's not mine.  I promise.  I borrowed this one
from my neighbor because I couldn't find mine.  You wouldn't want me coming
to work looking like a washed up cat, now would you?"

    Emily giggled.  "Well, I guess not.  But what I wouldn't give for a
camera."

    Lance paled.  "You wouldn't"

    "Of course not.  Don't get your panties in a wad.  At least you don't
have to come to work rain or shine."

    "Hey," Lance said, "I'm not the one who choose to room with the shop's
owner who just happens to live upstairs.  Just be glad J.C. sound proofed
those rooms.  If he didn't, I don't know how he could stand it."

    "You know," Emily said with a sly look on her face, "I really do think
he's gay..."

    Lance put up a hand to stop her.  "Don't go there girlfriend.  Mmm-hmm,"
Lance said imitating Dr. Evil.  "He's not my type.  I thought you finally got
that through that blond little head of yours."

    "Um, excuse me?  Have you forgotten, momentarily of course, that I'm not
the only blond one in this room?"

    "Shut up."

    Just then J.C. came bounding down the stairs that were located a few feet
behind the counter.  He stopped on the last step to straighten a picture.  He
glanced momentarily up the wall, looking at all the pictures taken from over
the years.  Just then he heard a catcall from behind him.

    "Woo-hoo!  Joshy-boy lookin' spiffy!  Gotta date, huh?"

    J.C. turned to find Emily dancing in place and making crude gestures with
her body.

    "No, I've got a meeting if you really must know, and I have to look
presentable.  Did I ever tell you that you were one strange woman, Emily?"

    "Yes, actually plenty of times, but for the sake of my own sanity I
choose to take that as a compliment.  So, who's the meeting with?  A couple
of playboy bunnies?"

    "Pervert," J.C. muttered.  "No, it's with a bunch of privately owned
business owners.  It's like a convention.  So, if you two will excuse me,
I'll be going."

    "Bye lover-boy!" Emily yelled.

    "Bye, J.C.," Lance said.  "I don't see how you live with her."

    "Some days I don't know either, Lance."

    With that, J.C. put on his overcoat, grabbed an umbrella, and walked out
the door.

    Lance snickered.  "I hope he has fun in the rain."

    "Yeah, you know you want him," Emily said.

    "God, Emily, no, I don't.  What the hell was this by the way?" Lance said
imitating her dance moves.

    Lance heard somebody clear their throat behind him.  Lance turned around
and froze.  Standing in the doorway, soaked to the bone, was a blond guy of
about average height obviously trying his best not to laugh.

    "Excuse me, but are you guys open?  Nice dance moves by the way."

    The red spots on Lance's cheeks started to grow.  They slowly covered his
face and neck.

    Emily quickly rushed over to him.  "Yes, of course we're open.  Why don't
you have a seat?"

    "Thanks, I'd like that."

    The guy took off his thin jacket and sat down.  Lance walked behind the
counter and looked him over.  The guy was wearing a white t-shirt, which was
soaking wet.  Lance could see right through the shirt.  The guy was also
wearing snap pants, which, also being wet, clung to his form just like the
t-shirt did.  Very little was left to the imagination.  The guy seemed to
notice this as he suddenly pulled the pants away from his crotch, causing a
pocket of air to form.

    The redness on Lance's cheeks had started to fade but renewed when he
discovered he was getting a hard-on.  Lance realized that he found this guy
attractive, and that he wanted to know more about him.


Nsync: The Alternate Dimension
by: Shadowlover

****
Ch. 2
****

    Emily walked over to the guy.  "So, what can I get you?"

    "Coffee, black."

    "Ok. I'll be right back."  Emily walked behind the counter and got a
multicolored coffee cup.  She leaned over to Lance and whispered in his ear,
"You like him, don't you?"

    Lance was startled out of his trance.  "What?"

    "I said you like him," said Emily keeping her voice low.

    "Is it that obvious?"

    "Yeah, and so is that bulge.  I'll admit that he looks pretty good, but
do you think he's legal yet?"

    "I think he's somewhere around 18."

    "Well, as long as he's legal, and you're not robbing the cradle."

    "He's probably straight."

    "Well, I'll go find out."

    "Wait, Emily, wait!"

    The guy looked up at the two of them with a puzzled expression on his
face.

    "Don't forget the coffee," Lance covered.

    "Oh yeah, oops."

    "Blond," Lance muttered.

    Emily poured the coffee in the cup and bounced her way over to the guy.
"Here you go."

    "Thanks."

    "Since it doesn't seem that you'll be going anywhere soon," she said
pointing her hand in the direction of the window where the rain was still
pouring down, "wanna talk?"

    The guy laughed at her bubblyness.  "Sure."

    Emily extended her hand out to him, "Hi, I'm Emily."

    "I'm Justin," he said shaking her hand.

    "That over there is Lance but," she said getting down closer to him and
lowering her voice some, "he's really, really shy."

    "Hi, Lance," Justin said sticking his hand up in the air as a wave.

    "Hey, I heard that, Emily.  Hi, Justin."

    "I know you did, silly, you were supposed to."  Emily giggled.

    "Why don't you both sit down," Justin said gesturing to the other chairs
at the table.

    "Sure," Emily said plopping herself down.

    Lance got his hard-on to fade and walked out from behind the counter.  He
sat down in the chair next to Justin, which Emily had so conveniently left
for him.

    "You know," Lance began, "what you walked in on was me imitating the
giggle box over there.  She was doing that this morning, and I decided to
tease her about it.  I guess I'm the one that got embarrassed, huh?  I
promise I don't dance like that."

    "Well, I'd hoped not, but I'm too much of a gentleman to say anything."

    "Ohhh," Emily said, "a real gentleman."  Emily winked at Lance.  "Why
can't you be like that."

    Lance laughed and said, "I am a gentleman, but you're too blond to
realize it."

    "Lookie here, buddy," Emily said, "I am NOT the only blond at this table."

    "No," Justin said, "there are three of us."

    Lance laughed.  "There's a difference: we're all blond, but she acts like
it."

    "Oh, I see how it's going to be.  Fine.  Be that way I don't care."
Emily turned her head so that she looked away from him.  "At least I didn't
come here wearing a pink rain coat," she mumbled.

    "What?" Justin asked.  "You came here in that?  I thought it was Emily's!"

    "It's my neighbor's!  I swear!  I couldn't find mine this morning." Lance
protested.

    "Sure, Lance, I believe you," Justin said playfully.

    "What?  Yo...what?" Lance sputtered.  Emily busted out laughing, and
Lance turned to look at her.  "And what are you laughing at Miss," Lance
executed one of her moves from this morning, "Thang?"

    This only made Emily laugh even harder, and Justin started to join in
almost choking on the coffee he was trying to drink.

    Lance looked at the clock.  "Hey, Emily, what time did I get here this
morning?"

    "Um, 10:30.  I think.  Why?"

    "Wow, it's already noon."

    Justin jumped up from his chair.  "What?" Justin looked down at his
watch.  "Shit.  I'm late!  I'm really sorry about this guys.  I really need
to go.  I had a lot of fun."

    Emily and Lance stood up as well.  "Yeah it was fun," Emily said.
"Coffee's on the house."

    "Thanks.  Bye you guys."

    "Bye," they said.

    Justin grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.  The rain was no
longer pouring down.  Instead, while the three were talking, the rain had
turned into a gentle mist.  Because of the change in weather, the street
traffic had started to pick up.  A few people could be seen wandering up the
streets with umbrellas in their hands.

    Back in the coffee shop, Emily was wiping the table with a wet wash cloth
out of habit.  "So, what do you think of him?" she asked.  Lance was staring
out the window lost in thought.  Emily smiled to herself.  She walked behind
the counter where the small sink was.

    The actual kitchen was located through a door under the stairs.  The
whole shop was something to behold.  It was decorated in rich colors with
enough pictures and personal items to give it a homey atmosphere.  This was
one of the few places to actually use real cups, not those styrofoam ones.

    The coffee shop was small, but not so small as to crowd people.  It was
located not too far from the local college.  Right now, classes were in
session.  But on the weekends the shop would be full of students taking a
break from studying, or trying to rid a hangover.  For those students who had
traveled a great distance and were homesick, the shop relaxed them and gave
them a since of security.

    Emily sighed and turned the water on to rinse out the rag.  "You've
really got it in for him, don't you, Lance."

    "Huh?" Lance said turning to face her.  "I'm sorry.  I just zoned out for
a bit."

    "Thinking about him?"  Lance nodded his head.  "You know," Emily said
thoughtfully, "you blushed around him, bu you didn't seem as shy."

    Lance's eyes grew big.  "Oh my God.  You're right.  I even did that dance
move!  He's a perfect stranger.  I didn't really think about that.  I don't
know.  I guess he just made me comfortable."

    "Lance," Emily said carefully, "You've never been comfortable with guys
right off the bat.  Especially not after..."

    "Jimmy."


Nsync: The Alternate Dimension
by: Shadowlover

****
Ch. 3
****

    Jimmy was the first person that Lance had come out to during high school.
 He was overjoyed that Jimmy had felt the same way.  Lance had had a crush on
Jimmy for the past semester, so Lance immediately agreed to a relationship
with him.  They both agreed to keep it quiet because the school that they
attended frowned upon homosexuality.  An openly gay senior had been almost
beaten to death the year before.

    At first, Jimmy had been content with the late night make-out sessions at
each other's houses, and stolen kisses in the bathroom.  After about a month,
Jimmy started pressuring Lance for more.  A week went by with Jimmy pleading
before Lance reluctantly agreed.  He still wasn't sure about this.

    Lance slipped deeper into thought as he recalled how badly his hand was
shaking as he touched someone else's meat for the first time.  Jimmy had let
Lance jack him off for a few minutes, but he was soon pushing Lance's head
down towards his dick.  Lance had pulled away, afraid.  Jimmy had looked him
in the eyes and told him that if Lance loved him, he'd do it.  He leaned down
and licked the head of Jimmy's dick.  He frowned at the bitter taste, but
soon he didn't have to worry about it as Jimmy started pushing Lance down on
his dick.

    Lance could remember gagging as Jimmy's dick hit the back of his throat.
The tears were welling up in Lance's eyes, but Jimmy didn't care as he
continued to pump his dick down Lance's throat.  He only stopped after he had
shot his load into Lance's mouth and made him swallow it.  Lance had leaned
up to kiss him, but Jimmy pushed him away, telling him to go brush his teeth.
 Lance had looked at him hurt.

    Jimmy saw this and explained that in every relationship one person had to
be the girl, and the other had to be the guy.  He said that the guy got
satisfied, and if he felt like satisfying the girl then she should be
grateful.  Jimmy had informed him that he was the guy, and Lance was the
girl.
    Lance didn't know any better, this being his first relationship.  He
never really paid attention to the stuff that went on in the locker room.  He
didn't have other close friends besides Jimmy that he could talk to about
this.  At home, he watched his mom play perfect house wife to his father.
His homosexuality made him feel isolated from them, and therefore, he felt
uncomfortable talking to them.  Lance was forced to believe Jimmy.

    Because of this, Lance continued to blow Jimmy for about three months
with very little in return, just a few hand jobs here and there.  He
eventually got better at it, no longer choking when Jimmy forced his cock
down Lance's throat.

    The first indication to Lance that something was wrong was when Jimmy
told him that he wanted to fuck him.  Lance told him no.  Jimmy said that if
he blew Lance, Lance would have to let Jimmy fuck him.  Even though he didn't
really want to, Lance agreed.  They got undressed, and Jimmy started to give
Lance a sloppy blowjob.  Lance was starting to get into it, when he felt
Jimmy forcefully shove a finger up his ass.

    Lance screamed in pain and pushed Jimmy off of the bed.  Jimmy was too
shocked to move when Lance threw on his clothes and ran out the door crying.
Lance continued to run down the street and for a couple of blocks until he
found a deserted playground.

    He sat down on the swing set and sobbed uncontrollably.  That's when
Emily found him.  Emily had been going to a different high school in the
area.  She finally got Lance calmed down enough to tell her the story.
Needless to say, she was shocked.  She quickly got over that and became
outraged.  She helped him understand how a real relationship worked.  She
held his hand as he called Jimmy up and told him that he never wanted to see
or hear from him again.  She stood behind him as he came out to his parents
and had them transfer him to Emily's school.  She had helped him recover from
the emotional damage that Jimmy had inflicted upon him.

    Lance hadn't been in a relationship since.  He was afraid to be.  Lance
shook his head to clear his thoughts.

    "Wow," Emily was saying, "you must be really gone on this guy for him to
have that effect."

    "Oh yeah," Lance said, "gone on a perfect stranger.  I don't even know
the guy.  He's probably not even gay."

    "Oh, I wouldn't be too sure of that, mister.  When we were talking, he
kept looking at you.  And from that look on his face, he liked what he saw."

    Lance blushed.  "So?  He'll probably never come here again."

    "We'll see..."