Date: Fri, 18 Jun 1999 10:23:23 EDT
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: NSYNC-Lance 'n' JC

'N Sync: Lance 'n' JC
	
	Note: this is a work of fiction. It is not meant to imply anything 
about the orientation, beliefs or anything else about the real 
members of N Sync or anyone else. 
	The story is copyright 1999 by me, Kevin. Constructive 
comments welcome, flames ignored. lictor (at) aol (dot) com

Note: this is not a pure 'sex' story (though we do get to that 
eventually!) I think the sex is better with some character 
development and action in between. I hope you agree.
	
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	It was a beautiful afternoon on the Big Island of Hawaii. In a 
secluded cove, the members of 'N Sync had just wrapped filming 
their video of 'The Girl Who has Everything' and were packing up to 
go back to the hotel.
	"Man that was fun but I'm exhausted!" Chris announced, 
flopping on a chair at the back of their boat. 
"That's cause you're an old man, Chris!" Justin, the youngest member 
of the group at 18, teased. But he was obviously dragging too. 
 	The concept for the video had them shipwrecked and washed 
ashore on a desert island, learning to get by like a kind of boy-band 
Swiss Family Robinson, having fun together despite the fact that they 
were left with no material possessions. While in far away New York, 
a poor little rich girl dreamed of love. It had been a blast to film, but 
a long day. Joey lugged his handy-cam bag on while talking to one of 
the cameramen, a youngish guy named Terry. 
	"So you do web stuff too? That's very cool." Joey nodded, "I 
wish I had time and the computer skills to get into that."
	"Hey, I bet you'd catch on fast, and you could do some basic 
web stuff pretty quickly. I can show you some software on my 
laptop on the way back if you like." Terry answered eagerly.
	"Cool, man, I appreciate that!"
 	Justin watched Joey and Terry walk by, his gaze traveling over 
the cameraman's slim body. After they went inside the cabin, he 
turned to Chris and asked, trying to sound matter-of-fact, "So who's 
that Terry guy?"
	Chris looked up. "Who, the computer geek with Joey?"
	"He's not a geek; and I'm jus' curious." Justin pouted.
	"He's a geek, didn't you see the way he was clutching his 
laptop?"
	"Well, we could use someone to jazz up our web site, y' know. 
It's kinda lame right now."
	"Uh huh. Whatever." Chris yawned.
	"I'll be glad to get back to our hotel where I can take a shower 
and get the sand out of my shorts!" Lance sighed, flopping down on a 
bench.
 	JC sat next to Lance and squirmed around on the seat 
sensuously. "Hmm, I like it!" He wiggled his eyebrows.
	"You're sick, man" Chris said, playfully whacking JC on the side 
of his head, "So how many hours is it back to the hotel?" He asked 
the boat pilot as he and their manager, Alex, walked by.
	The pilot looked distracted at first.  "Uh, four-five hours."
	"That's longer than the trip out here!" Chris complained.
	"The sea's more choppy, have to stay closer to shore." He said 
as he scuttled away before they could question him further.
	"Oh, great!" moaned Lance, rolling his eyes, "I almost got sick 
when the sea wasn't choppy!"
	"Just be sure to do it over the railing, man." JC smiled at him 
condescendingly, "I don't need to see you puking; it'll ruin my 
romanticized image of you."
	Lance looked at him in surprise after that comment, but JC 
avoided his gaze.
 	They finished stowing their personal gear while the filming 
crew packed everything else away. The pilot wasted no time getting 
under way, and it did seem like the water was rougher: the ship rose 
and fell, bobbing like a cork. They stayed close to the shore, which 
was reassuring. The sky was mostly clear and they had a couple 
hours of light left. Lance looked green, but managed to hold his lunch 
down.
 	The sun and day of work took its toll, and it wasn't long before 
all of them were dozing on the benches lining the rear of the boat. 
None of the boys saw the sun go down or the clouds roll in. The pilot 
and some of the filming crew did, but it was too late to turn back.
 	When the sky flashed white and a deafening CRACK of thunder 
split the air, all five guys leapt to their feet. A gust of cold wind 
struck them a moment later and the boat pitched alarmingly.
	Lance stumbled forward and half fell as he grabbed for a 
railing. He felt JC's hand close protectively on his arm as he pulled 
himself upright. 
	"You okay, Scoop? They oughta have seat belts on these things."
	"I'm fine, thanks." He smiled back.
	JC looked away almost shyly. 
	"We should get inside."
 	They went into the cramped cabin, where Toby -- one of their 
bodyguards -- had already pulled together some snacks for them. 
	"I figured you guys were gonna wake up sooner or later!" The 
big man laughed as they piled inside. 
 	Toby was a huge guy, a former college defensive tackle. 
Underneath all that bulk he was a pussycat -- but very protective of 
his "boys" as he liked to call the group.
	Lance was now very pale and starting to sweat from 
seasickness, but Toby brought him a Coke and some crackers. "Eat 
something buddy, you'll feel better."
	"Thanks, Toby, I'll give it a try." He gamely munched a few 
saltines and sipped his Coke, but with every heave of the boat he 
could feel his stomach twisting.
 	They hadn't been inside long before the sky turned really dark, 
and then the rain started to come down in lashing sheets of water. 
Chris, Joey and Justin all seemed to be doing okay as far as not 
getting seasick, though Justin looked a little scared every time the 
ship surged really high.
 	JC wished he could do something to make Lance feel better, but 
could only offer companionship. He sat next to him and tried to take 
his mind off the pitching boat. 
	"We'll be back soon, and I promise your bed in the hotel won't 
move like this at all."
	Lance looked at him strangely for a moment. "Well, a little 
bouncing might be fun but...." Suddenly he clamped his hand over his 
mouth and staggered through the door to the open deck.
	"Lance!" JC yelled, "Don't go out there -- it's too dangerous!" Not 
heeding his own advice he rushed after Lance through the swinging 
door. 
	The sky flickered with lightning, wind and rain lashed at JC and 
the boat's lurching seemed even worse out here. He was soaked to 
the skin almost instantly and it was hard to see at first. There was 
his poor friend leaning over the rail and heaving violently. He 
stumbled up next to him and shouted over the roar of wind and rain. 
	"I was kidding before, man, c'mon back!"
Lance just shook his head and retched. JC put his hand reassuringly 
on his shoulder. 
	"Okay, I'll stay out with you then."
 	Lance turned his head, long enough to give JC a pained but 
appreciative smile before convulsing again.
	'I'd do anything for that smile.' JC thought, holding Lance a 
little tighter.
	Behind them Chris and Justin appeared in the doorway. 
	"Get in here!" Chris screamed, "You guys could get thrown 
overboard!"
 	JC waved at them, then turned back to Lance, who was down to 
dry heaves. He leaned forward to whispered in his ear. "C'mon back 
in with me, please, man."
 	The blond nodded and they started away from the railing, back 
towards the door.
	Just then a huge wave struck them, sending a plume of water 
skyward and the boat pitching over. The guys staggered backwards, 
and before either knew what was happening they had hit the rail 
and were flung over it! 
	"Oh my god!" Chris yelled. He started towards the railing, Justin, 
Terry and Joey half a step behind. 
	"What the hell is going on!?" Alex hollered, staggering into the 
room with Toby. 
 	Out on deck Chris, Joey and Terry were struggling to pull life 
vests from under the benches while Justin leaned dangerously over 
the rail.
	"I see them!" Justin screamed, his voice breaking as he pointed 
out in the churning water.
	"Get the hell inside! Where are Lance and JC!?" Toby asked, but 
he dreaded the answer, "'Oh God, please no...'
 	Chris and Joey both hurled jackets as far as they could. They 
could see hands waving out on the water. 
	"Put jackets on yourselves and stay away from the rail!" Alex 
yelled. 
	"I'll have the pilot turn around. We'll go back for them!" He 
staggered towards the front of the boat.            
 	They could see that one of them -- it looked like JC -- had a 
vest, and Chris swore he saw JC holding onto Lance, but in the dark 
and the swirling water it was hard to know for sure. The shore was 
only half a mile away, but in this sea the currents were just as likely 
to thrust you out further.
 	They waited for the boat to turn, but it didn't. In fact, it 
seemed to drift further from Lance and JC. The other guys stayed out 
on the deck, yelling and straining to see, and feeling helpless. Their 
best friends were slipping away before their eyes! Justin wanted to 
tie a rope to himself and dive in, but Terry stopped him and made 
him put on a life vest.
 	Alex came back a few minutes later, his face ashen.
	"Why aren't we going back?!?" They all seemed to scream in 
unison.
	"The engine is out. They're working on it, but we can't go 
anywhere. Were radioing for help but even the Coast Guard can't go 
out in this weather." Expressions of shock, horror and disbelief faced 
him. "Now we know Lance and JC are both good swimmers, and we 
are close to shore. I'm sure they'll be all right, and we can pick them 
up tomorrow. Try to be calm."
 	Joey and Chris both looked like they wanted to kill him. Justin 
seemed to be in shock.
	
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	In the water, JC's first thought was of Lance. He grabbed for his 
struggling friend and got a grip on his T-shirt. Surging to the surface, 
he pulled the blond with him, fighting to keep their heads above the 
undulating waves. Lance seemed barely conscious, but breathing. 
	"Lance? Lance are you okay?" he shouted, but his friend 
seemed to be in shock, 'Maybe he hit his head as we fell. God what is 
going to happen to us? Could the boat come back for us in this 
storm?' JC thought worriedly.
	Then with a splash a bright orange life vest smacked the water 
right near his face. JC managed to put it around Lance and fasten the 
front to keep his face above the waves. JC hung on, praying the boat 
would come back soon. The storm seemed so surreal here when he 
was in the water, bobbing and drifting. He thought he could hear the 
other guys calling him, but it got fainter and fainter -- along with the 
lights of the boat. 
	Every so often JC glimpsed the shore, and it seemed to be 
further away. He wanted to swim, to kick and push them closer, but 
he was so tired... it was getting hard to stay awake.
	Then -- he thought he felt something brush against him. Lance 
was in front, but this was behind. Instantly alert from a surge of 
adrenaline, he looked around frantically. He saw the fin, just a few 
feet away, circling. 
	'Oh my god, no, please!' he thought. Once again, his first worry 
was for Lance, and how to protect him. 
	Fortunately, his fears were quickly dispelled. A rounded head 
popped out of the foamy sea and a snout opened to bark at him in 
high-pitched squeals. It was a dolphin!
	It took the intelligent mammal a few tries to get through to JC's 
beleaguered mind as it pushed against him, but finally he grabbed 
onto its dorsal fin while holding tight to Lance. The powerful dolphin 
pulled them towards the shore with incredible speed, and in a few 
minutes JC felt sand under his feet. Clutching the unconscious Lance 
in his arms, he didn't know how to thank this generous creature. But 
it seemed to know somehow that he was grateful. Cackling and 
splashing, it returned to its home.
	JC staggered up onto the beach with Lance, who was now no 
more than a dead weight. Shaking with fatigue, he laid Lance down 
on the dry sand. 
	"Okay, Joshua remember your lifeguard training!" he said to 
himself. He laid Lance on his back and tilted his head back to be sure 
his breathing was unobstructed. He did his best to listen, but he 
couldn't tell if Lance was still breathing at all. He pinched Lance's 
nose shut, covered the blond boy's mouth with his own, and exhaled 
into his lungs, praying that he didn't have to try CPR.
	But it only took a couple of good breaths before Lance arched 
his back and then proceeded to cough up an incredible amount of sea 
water. JC could only tenderly hold him and thank God that they were 
alive.
	After several minutes, Lance's heaving subsided to trembling 
and he flopped down onto the sand. JC, not knowing what else to do, 
hugged Lance to him. Their wet clothes stayed warm this way at 
least, he thought. To his surprise and infinite happiness, Lance 
wrapped his arms around JC and held on tight
	For a long time Lance didn't move or say anything. Then 
suddenly he burst out, his voice raw, 
	"I was so stupid!"
	"No you weren't man, and it doesn't matter. We're safe, it's 
gonna be fine."
	"You saved my life."
	"I don't know about that. Actually, a dolphin saved both of us."
	"You'll have to tell me that story some day," Lance groaned, "In 
the meantime call the front desk," he mumbled, "I think there's been 
a mix-up."
	"Oh, didn't you request marooned on a desert island theme 
vacation, Mister Bass?" JC tried to sound joking. 
	He was two years older -- Lance was only twenty -- he felt 
that he should be the brave and comforting one.
	'But it's more than that, isn't it?' he thought. 'How many times 
have I felt guilty after a photo shoot when I used the excuse of 
everyone huddling together to put my hands on Lance's shoulders, or 
even put my arm around him... Lance never flinched or pulled away, 
though. Maybe... It feels nice to hold Lance!  If we ever get out of 
this... No, what am I thinking?'
	The rain stopped, and though the wind was cooler it also was 
dying down some. 
	"We should get out of these wet clothes." Lance said suddenly.
	JC thought, 'You don't have to ask twice!'
	They stripped down to their underwear, wringing out their 
other clothes and draping them on palm branches. JC was down to a 
pair of black briefs, while the typically more modest Lance kept his 
tank-top and white boxer-briefs. JC imagined that Lance was 
checking him out -- not that they hadn't seen each other in their 
skivvies before -- but he had to admit that now the thought excited 
him more than usual. Without a word they curled up on the sand 
together.
	Lance knew it was irrational, but somehow JC's touch reassured 
him. It was nice the way they were so close now, in a way that guys 
never were. Their bodies were pressed against each other, and just 
now their faces were inches apart.  JC was such a handsome guy. 
Lance had always thought he was the best looking of the five of 
them, sometimes feeling insecure himself because the other guys 
were all better looking than him. He didn't put much stock in those 
teen surveys that put him behind Justin in looks. He was too short, 
his hair was untamable and his nose was funny-shaped.
	But JC was at that moment thinking to himself what a hot guy 
Lance was, with his deep masculine voice, tight body, and those 
heavenly green eyes that seemed as though they could look into your 
soul. He was allowing himself to think things that he had always 
pushed to the back of his mind before. JC felt warm all over... and 
then he suddenly realized that he was getting a hardon! 'Oh please 
no, if Lance saw me get a woody he would think I was some kind of 
fag. Well, maybe he was right.' JC thought harshly.
	They kept looking into each other's eyes as the seconds 
dragged on and it became awkward. Both averted their gaze and 
smiled self-consciously. The boys looked up again and started to talk 
at once, then burst out laughing.
	"Gimme a hug, man." Lance said suddenly.
	JC hesitated, embarrassed about his 'condition,' and Lance took 
it the wrong way.
	"I'm sorry, that was stupid." Lance looked away.
	"No it wasn't!" JC said louder than he'd intended. He then 
grabbed Lance and hugged him with all his strength. 
	Lance returned it as best he could. "Hmm, I love you bro." He  
murmured in JC's ear.
	JC pulled back a bit, but only so he could look at Lance again. 
He put his hand on the blond boy's smooth cheek. "I love you too." 
	Then he did it. Before he could think himself out of it, he 
leaned forward and kissed Lance on the mouth. It was a, quick, 
tentative kiss, their lips just touching. Then he backed off, blushing 
furiously. "I'm sorry man, I'm so sorry!" 
	"That's okay, no problem." Lance said quietly, then lay very 
still, almost not breathing. 
	The only sound for many long seconds was the crashing surf.
	JC didn't know what to do; his mind was a crazy storm of 
emotions: 'I've ruined everything!' JC he thought. 
	'God it felt so good to kiss him!' Lance thought. 
	'Lance must hate me!' JC thought. 
	'I'd do anything to kiss him again!!' Lance thought.
	Then to fill the awkward silence JC found himself singing, very 
softly, lyrics that had a particular meaning for him. It was so corny, 
he knew, but at this point he was beyond caring... 
	"It's tearin' up my heart when I'm with you, but when we are 
apart I feel it too... And no matter what I do, I feel the pain, with or 
without you."
	After a pause, Lance picked it up, though singing his bass 
harmony. "Baby I don't understand just why we canŐt be lovers... 
Things are getting out of hand, trying too much, but baby..."
	JC continued, "Let it go, if you want me...boy ...let me know. I 
am down on my knees, I can't take it any more..." Then he dared to 
look up. 
	Lance was smiling at him. "JC, I want you."
	"You mean --" It couldn't be that Lance felt the same way!
	"I mean, that was.... that was great JC." Lance broke into that 
gorgeous grin that always made JC's heart melt, now that he could 
admit it to himself.
	Then JC closed his eyes and kissed Lance again. This was very 
different than kissing any girl different and way better. He could feel 
Lance kissing him back, their lips working together in a sort of 
playful contest. They parted for a moment, then kissed again, and 
again gently but firmly. Then gently rolled Lance onto his back on 
the sand, at the same time probing into his mouth with his tongue. 
Lance surprised him by responding with his own long tongue, while 
cradling his fingers across the back of JC's head, holding him to the 
increasingly passionate embrace.
	The two boys squirmed against each other, JC ending up on top 
of Lance, their crotches grinding together in passion as they kissed 
each other eagerly, almost desperately. Each could feel the other's 
throbbing erection in their shorts.
	Finally JC broke the kiss to come up for air. "Lance my man, oh 
baby!" He rested his head on Lance's shoulder, "I never thought you 
would feel the same way about me as I do about you!"
	"Just coincidence that I always managed to be next to you 
everywhere, even arranging to room with you."
	"Yeah, you coming out the shower all wet and fresh, with just a 
towel barely hanging on your hips!" He ran his fingers playfully 
through Lance's disheveled hair. 
	"You noticed! " Lance rumbled, at the same time spreading his 
legs to let JC settle comfortably between them. His chest hurt with 
that ache that made him feel alive. JC had kissed him! Lance was 
suddenly afraid that he would cry from happiness. He wiped his eyes 
angrily.
	JC propped his head up on an elbow and saw the tears in 
Lance's eyes. "I'm not hurting you am I? Should I get off you?" He 
asked, concerned.
	"Don't you dare!" Lance growled playfully, wrapping his arms 
around JC, "I just wish that you'd picked someplace with less sand to 
take me on our first date."
	Before he even could think, the taller boy thrust his hips 
against Lance's, sexily rubbing their hard erections together. They 
both shivered with pleasure. 
	'God, Lance feels big!' JC thought to himself, feeling a little 
guilty that he was even thinking about something like that. He then 
said, "When we get back to the hotel, Lansten, we'll get a suite, just 
the two of us, with a Jacuzzi and a gigantic bed!" his voice trailed off 
and he gently kissed Lance again, then hugged him.
	"The guys will have something to say about that, I'm sure." 
Lance murmured.
	"They'll get over it." JC nuzzled Lance's tender neck.
	"I've never done it, you know. Have you?" Lance asked in his 
ear, serious again.
	"Never with a guy." JC said after a pause.
	"But with girls?" Lance sounded hurt.
	"I've had sex exactly twice. But I've never made love to 
another person like I want to do with you buddy. Hey, what about 
you and that girl in Atlanta?"
	Lance snorted. "She wanted to but I kept avoiding her. She 
practically chased me around the room. Finally I made her leave."  
Lance sighed, then added, "I... I think I'm gay, JC. Are you --
bisexual?"
	The taller boy smiled and said, "I'm Lance-sexual! I'm in love 
with you, babe, and no one else. I have been since I first got to know 
you."
	Lance smiled at this but pressed on. "You know what I mean. 
I've never been attracted to girls, and I couldn't admit to myself that 
I liked guys. It's not exactly the way I was brought up."
	"I just slept with those girls because I thought I was supposed 
to. It was awful, actually. Kissing you is like waking from a bad 
dream, man, I'm totally serious."
	That seemed to satisfy Lance and he said, "I'm not even sure 
what two guys do together, but I've got some ideas." His hands 
caressed JC's sinewy back, then strayed down to cup his round butt-
cheeks.
	"You horny little stud." JC obligingly flexed his cheeks. "But 
we'll have plenty of time to play, and you need to rest."
	Lance sighed, but JC was right. He was exhausted. And right 
now just lying here in his buddy's arms was enough.
	

To be continued...

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