Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 18:52:54 EST
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: NSYNC_Lance-JC part 18

'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC

CHAPTER 18
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	Usual disclaimer applies: 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, the Backstreet Boys, or anyone else
depicted here. If you are under 18, or are offended by graphic depictions
of homosexual relationships, please read no further!

	Story content copyright 1999 T. Kevin.

----

	Justin's expression went from a grin to completely serious. "Did you
listen to the CD? I guess from your face maybe you did." The words poured
out. "I didn't mean to upset you... I know it's corny, but it said what I
wanted to say as well as anything else I could think of."
	"It wasn't corny, Justin, it was sweet. One of my favorite songs,
actually." Terry looked away sadly. Seeing Justin made all the hurt and
confusion and longing come back with full force.
	"Can we, um talk a minute, please?" Justin whispered. "Please?" He
asked again urgently when he saw Terry hesitate.
	"Sure, I'm sorry. Want to come into my 'office'?" He stepped back into
his cube.
	Justin settled his lanky form in the guest chair as Terry flopped into
his desk chair and stared at his computer. He couldn't bring himself to look
at Justin, but he felt the singer's eyes on him.
	"I miss you." Justin said simply.
	"I can't believe you came all this way. Uh, aren't you supposed to
open your tour in a couple of days?" He tried to pretend to busy himself
with his web page.
	"Yes. I flew up here from Orlando. I couldn't convince you over the
phone; I couldn't think of anything else ta do." Then he leaned forward and
seized one of Terry's hands in his.
	Taken by surprise, the designer turned to face him. Then he couldn't
look away from Justin's beautiful face. He looked so... earnest.
	"Please come back with me." Justin pleaded.
 	Terry hesitantly put his hand on Justin's. He could feel the blond
shaking -- or was he the one trembling? "Justin... I care for you so much,
and god knows I've missed you. I can't get you out of my head. All day, all
night. But I'm still... I'm scared, Jus. I am so scared. I don't think I could
take it."
	"Terry, please, we have to try. Don't give up before you really try. IT
can't hurt any more than it does right now! I want you to come back with
me. All the guys are behind it."
	Terry swallowed hard. He wanted to go... he wanted more than
anything to be with Justin. But at the same time the thought was
terrifying. Could he open himself up to a real relationship -- and risk
getting hurt again? Or would he just go through the motions, shut Justin
out emotionally, and doom their relationship before it even really started.
Certainly, if there was anyone he felt he could trust, it was this young man
who had shown to him very clearly how much he cared. But Terry had
burned his bridges with TransCon and RCA...
	"And don't use your job as an excuse."  It was as if the singer was
reading his mind. "I already talked to Johnny and he's probably on the
phone with your boss -- what's her name, Carolyn -- right now. I
convinced him to put the web project on hold until I talked to you."
	"You're making it hard for me to say no." Terry couldn't stop a little
smile forming at the corners of his mouth. Justin had thought of
everything.
	"That's the idea." Justin looked at him imploringly "Please. I'll get on
my knees and beg if that's what you want." Even as he said it Justin
slipped out of the chair and got on his knees, still holding Terry's hand.
	"Justin please." Terry had to admire how sweet Justin looked, and he
was incredibly flattered. But he wouldn't have someone begging to him; he
got down on his knees too, so he was face to face with the blond, and
stared silently into his eyes for a moment. "God, you are so beautiful." He
whispered before he realized it.
	"And you are so hot. I want you so bad! You're my addiction and I
am in withdrawal man!"
	Just then of course someone walked by Terry's cubicle and glanced at
the two young men on their knees, holding hands. But Terry was past
caring... he gently slipped his hand free, wrapped his arms around Justin
and pulled him into a kiss. As their lips touched, Terry felt a shiver pass
through his whole body. How he had missed this young man!
	The singer moaned quietly into Terry's mouth, a little sound of relief
and happiness. Justin's fingers dug into Terry's back, pulling him tight
against his lean body.
	Terry cradled Justin's head, knocking his hat off, and sent his tongue
between the blond's lips. Justin moaned again and opened his mouth, at
the same time pressing his hips against Terry's. The designer could feel
Justin's hardon against his thigh...
	"Oh god, get a room!"
	The lovers jerked apart as if they had acquired the same magnetic
charge. Justin blushed crimson and Terry was sure he was doing the same.
	Fortunately, it was only Jeremy standing at the entrance to Terry's
cubicle. "Or at least use the conference room and lock the damn door. I've
always wanted to do it on that table, actually... and with a hot FedEx guy,
two fantasies in one!" He smirked.
	"Get your mind out of the gutter, missy." Terry laughed. "Do you have
a purpose here or are you just indulging your voyeuristic tendencies?"
	Jeremy rolled his eyes. "I try to cover your skinny ass for you so you
can make up -- and apparently make OUT -- with your pop star boyfriend
and all I get are insults! Whatever!" He flipped his hands in the air in
resignation. "But Carolyn is on the phone with a certain Johnny Wright, and
I give you about..." He started counting down with his fingers.
	He was only off by one.
	Terry's phone beeped and lit up. He stumbled to his feet.

	----

	The meeting with Carolyn was short and to the point -- at least as to
the point as she ever got. Carolyn had her own vaguely diplomatic yet
vaguely ominous terminology for things.
	She didn't order him to go on the tour, nor did she indicate that she
knew anything about Justin's appearance at Cybermedia. She did say that
Johnny Wright had just conveyed to her how impressed the members of 'N
Sync had been with Terry and that they would be 'very disappointed' if he
didn't resume his 'close collaboration' with them on the website redesign
and the web tour journal. She understood that Terry had a 'personal issue',
and that this assignment was unusual because it required him to work
'very closely' with the members of 'N Sync. However, the group members
had each personally expressed their 'greatest confidence' in him and she
expected him to deal with the situation like a professional.
	She did make it clear that she would be 'very disappointed' if he
declined this assignment, and while he would be 'sorely missed' while
away from the studio for seven months (seven months!) that this
assignment was 'lucrative and invaluable' to Cybermedia for its PR
potential. And of course, his old job would be waiting for him when he
returned -- assuming this contract didn't open up a 'permanent
opportunity' for him as the 'N Sync 'internet media coordinator.'
	Terry left Carolyn's office, his head swimming with her code phrases;
the meaning this time was pretty clear, however. If he said no to this, it
wouldn't be the end of the world, but Cybermedia would most likely lose
the contract. Terry wouldn't be punished per se, but he certainly wouldn't
be offered any choice assignments anytime soon. It was only fair; Carolyn
couldn't risk giving important projects to designers who dropped the ball.
	Justin was loitering by the front door, chatting amiably with Jeremy
when the receptionist wasn't on the phone. "How did it go?" He asked when
Terry appeared.
	"She told me I was stuck with you guys."
	Justin grinned. "Our flight back is in four hours. You need to pack." He
produced two tickets from his pocket.
	"You got me a ticket already?" Terry was amazed -- and flattered.
	"Actually, I owe Lance big time in frequent flyer miles. Contrary to
popular belief, we are not rich." Justin said with a humorless smile.
	Jeremy pretended to be angry at Terry. "God how much do I hate
you right now." He glanced over at Justin, lust in his eyes.
	"Sorry, Jer. Well, I guess I'll see you in seven months!" Terry smiled
evilly.
	"Great, go live the glamorous life while I sit here surrounded by
cybergeeks. And you being the only one who can fix my Netscape when it
crashes!" Jeremy sighed melodramatically.
	"What do you need a web browser for anyway, Jer?" The designer
smirked. "Downloading naked pictures of Brad Pitt and Matt Damon?"
	"Bitch." Jeremy stuck his tongue out. "As a matter of fact, I'm
supposed to be monitoring the 'N Sync web site -- keeping an eye on your
progress."
	Terry blinked. "Oh."
	 "It's okay honey, I'll cut you some slack. But try to remember to get
some work done. Justin, you keep him out of trouble! Though I suppose
that is like leaving the fox to guard the henhouse."
	"I'll see what I can do!" The blond singer couldn't stop smiling at
Terry.
	It was infectious; Terry felt himself grinning foolishly back. "Alright,
kiddo," he took Justin's hand, "C'mon back to my cube so I can pack up
what I'll need."
	"'Kiddo!' I am NOT a kid! Let's not go there again!" Justin wrecked his
own argument by giggling and staggering around playfully as Terry
dragged him down the hall.

	----

	"You know what I'll say." Lance said with a reassuring smile.
	"Well, I hope I do, so why am I so damn nervous?" JC cocked his
head and frowned.
	"I dunno; it's awfully cute though." Lance said softly. He continued to
smile at JC, obviously unwilling to help Josh out of his predicament.
	"Okay!" JC took one of Lance's hands in his and looked into his
beautiful green eyes. "Will you, would you... marry me?"
	When JC actually said the words, Lance thought his heart would
burst from joy. He already knew that Josh loved him, but deep down there
was a lingering doubt, an insecurity that maybe JC would grow bored with
their relationship as a couple. But now, JC had asked Lance to be his
partner for life, to be the only one forever. He was relieved, overjoyed, and
completely overwhelmed. He could feel himself grinning foolishly even as
the tears that had been forming now spilled down his cheeks. He realized
that JC was looking at him, anxiously waiting for some kind of an answer.
"Oh, Josh..." He whispered, then threw his arms around JC, knocking him
over backwards on the bed.
	"Ooof!  I hope that's a 'yes'!" JC gasped.
	"YES!" Lance said a little too loudly in JC's ear. Then he raised up a bit
so he could look into his lover's blue eyes. "Yes." He said again, softly this
time, then tenderly kissed JC.
	"Hmmmm." JC moaned, a sound of relief and happiness, as they
kissed.
	Their lips parted, and Lance rubbed noses with JC. "Would you put it
on for me?" He asked with a smile.
	"Gladly." JC retrieved the box and gingerly pulled out his gift: a gold
ring with a row of diamonds across the front. "There's a companion white-
gold 'wedding' ring that goes with it. I hope you don't think it's too
flashy..."
	"It's beautiful." Lance smiled reassuringly.
	"I've also been thinking about appearances, you know. If you wear it
on your left hand people are going to talk. But I read that guys -- gay guys
-- sometimes wear commitment rings on their right hands anyway. So
maybe it would be best to wear it on your right hand -- when you feel
comfortable wearing it." He added hastily.
	"I want to wear it all the time." Lance said, offering his right hand to
JC.
	The lean singer's face burst into a grin. He slid the ring over Lance's
finger, then gently held his hand. "This means so much to me, James. I
almost feel like everything in my life has built up to this. Even the group,
as important as it is to me, was just a way for us to be together. You are
more important to me than anything."
	"Josh, I..."
	But Lance's words were cut short buy a brief, tender kiss. "You don't
have to say anything, James. I don't want to put you on the spot after a
speech like that." JC gave Lance a shy little smile. "Just hold me for a while,
please? I want to enjoy being with you, if that's okay."
	"It's perfect." Lance sighed and pulled JC into a gentle hug. They
shared a few moments of complete contentment and security in each
others' arms. Neither had any idea how complicated and difficult their
lives were about to become.

	----

	Terry drove Justin's rental car back to his apartment; they agreed it
was easier than Terry giving directions in the complex maze of DC traffic.
At one point Justin put his hand on Terry's thigh. It's wasn't a sexual
gesture as much as a tender one.
	Terry smiled over at the blond. "Thank you, again."
	"Wasn't nuthin." Justin smiled sheepishly. "But I gotta be honest with
yah -- now that you're comin' back. Touring is a rush but it's also crazy
busy. And you don't know Chris, Joey Lance and JC until you've spent a
few months with 'em on a BUS!" He said with a laugh.
	"You're not reassuring me. I never even much liked having a
roommate. Now I'm going to share a bus with five other guys?"
	"Six actually, Joey's Brother Steve is on our bus too. I think. That'll be
interesting."
	"Why do you say it that way?"
	"I dunno. Steve may not be as cool wit' it when he finds out that he's
rollin' with four gay guys!"
	'That is going to have to be Steve's problem, not ours.' Terry thought
to himself, but kept his mouth shut.
	They got to Terry's place and actually found a parking place not too
far away. "I wasn't expecting guests, so I'm sorry if the place is a mess." He
apologized as he led Justin up the steps to the townhouse's top floor.
	"Money place, man!" The blond said as they came into the living
room. It had just been renovated a couple of years earlier and now had a
high ceiling, skylights, and a big modern fireplace. All the lights were tiny
halogen lamps on wires, highlighting the architectural prints that hung on
the walls. The furniture was mostly simple and modern.
	"Well, I try. I'm not a rich pop star so I have to shop at IKEA. Make
yourself at home while I start packing." Terry headed into the bedroom
	"Nice CD collection!" Justin shouted from the living room. "Lots of
classical stuff though... and you got, hmmm... Madonna, Pet Shop Boys...
lotsa dance stuff, not much R&B."
	"Sorry, I guess you'll have to educate me in that department." Terry
pulled out his suitcase (so recently put away) and began sorting through
his bureau drawers.
	Justin followed Terry into the large bedroom. "I bet you'd like Brian
McKnight... hmm, cool you got a mini-stereo in here too... there's something
already in the player..." Justin made a snorting sound. "You traitor!" He said
with a laugh. "But I guess it's as good as anything." He pressed the play
button and the Backstreet Boys' 'Backstreet's Back' filled the bedroom.
	"Oops!" Terry smirked. "Well, that Brian Littrell is pretty cute, after
all."
	"Don't go there!" Justin rolled his eyes, then proceeded to look
through the shelves that covered the walls of Terry's room. "Look at all
these books! History, architecture, art, archaeology. And all these sci-fi
paperbacks, and these little models -- Leonardo da Vinci, right?
	Terry looked up to see Justin very carefully holding a little wooden
replica of Leonardo's flying machine that he had built. "Yup, very good!" He
smiled.
	"And these figurines, they look like clay... Aztec?"
	"Mayan, but good guess. You're pretty well educated for a guy who
basically never went to high school! Actually, I bet most high school
graduates wouldn't have heard of the Aztecs. You must have had good
tutors, AND been a pretty diligent student. I don't know how you squeezed
it in with everything else!"
	Justin blushed at the compliment, then turned back to the shelves of
books and strange artifacts -- and the elaborate computer setup. "And jeez
look at that crazy blue computer. Man you sure have lots of interests."
	Terry stopped his packing, came up behind Justin and wrapped his
arms around him. "Right now I only have one interest." He kissed the blond
singer delicately on the neck. "I still can't believe you came for me like
this. You are so special."
	Justin smiled shyly, then turned in Terry's embrace so he was facing
him. "No, you're special, man. I'd have done anything to get you back. I
never felt like this before." He put his arms around Terry and rested his
head on his shoulder. "Hmm, man this is good." He said softly.
	"Yeah, it's nice to just hug, isn't it." Terry agreed, running his hands
slowly up and down Justin's lean back. The faint smell of his skin, the
softness of Justin's hair against his cheek... Terry felt a kind of warmth
from the singer's closeness that was more than his body heat. He was
overwhelmed that this young man cared for him so much that he flew up
here to convince him to come back. To be wanted, cared for, by someone as
exceptional as Justin... it went right to his heart. It made Terry want
desperately to make him happy, to put him before anything and anyone
else... but it frightened him too. Would he let Justin down; would he hurt
him again, maybe worse than before? And Justin was so young. He might
feel strongly now, but would he get bored with his unglamorous computer
nerd boyfriend? Terry tried to push all that out of his mind and just enjoy
this one moment...
	Without consciously doing it, they began to rock back and forth in
each other's arms as "I'll never Break Your Heart" played.


	"From the first day that I saw your smiling face
	Honey I knew that we would be together forever
	When I asked you out, you said no, but I found out
	Darling you'd been hurt, you felt that you'd never love again
	I deserve a try, honey, just once
	Give me a chance, and I'll prove this all wrong
	You walked in you were so quick to judge
	But honey, he's nothing like me

	I'll never break your heart
	I'll never make you cry
	I'd rather die, then live without you
	I'll give you all of me, honey that's no lie...."

	Justin rested his hands on Terry's hips. "I've never slow-danced with
a guy before... sure is different than doing it with a girl."
	"How is it different?" Terry asked, his voice barely audible in Justin's
ear.
	"You know, guys are muscle and girls are softer. With a girl you feel
like you have to be the strong one, the leader, it's a role you're s'posed to
play. With you, we're equal, holding each other. I feel like I can just relax,
lean in and let you be strong for awhile..." As he said it, Justin rested his
head on Terry's shoulder again and pressed himself against the designer
and ran his hands over Terry's back.
	At that moment, as he gently held his lover, Terry realized that in
some strange way he had been doing the same thing with their
relationship: rather than make it an equal partnership, he had made the
choice on his own to leave without making a real effort to understand
Justin's situation. He thought he was alone and make all the decisions
himself. But he didn't need to. Justin was smart, he was mature beyond his
years, and he could make his own decisions -- which made him more than
qualified to share in any choices they should make as a couple. He could
lean on Justin sometimes, trust his judgment, let him 'lead'...
	"I know what you mean." Terry murmured, as a shiver coursed
through his body.
	"Are you okay?" Justin tensed a little, his voice was edged with
concern. "I felt you shaking."
	"No, no, I feel wonderful." Terry assured him. Then, almost as if
testing his new realization, he allowed himself to relax in Justin's arms, so
the singer lead their movements. It was strangely liberating.
	"There's something about you." Justin whispered. "You're smart and
strong..." He looked into the designer's eyes and then quickly down again
with a little smile.
	"You're the strong one, where it's really important. You didn't give up
on me when I was scared and ran out on you." Terry paused to swallow
the lump in his throat. "I'm not very good with communicating, talking I
mean... but I want you to know... I can't tell you how much I appreciate
you coming here for me... it really, it... no one has ever done anything like
that for me... damn! I'm not doing a very good job here!" Terry blinked
back tears and pulled Justin closer, pressing the blond's head onto his
shoulder. "I'm sorry."
	"No, don't be." Justin smiled and pulled back so they were eye-to-eye
again. "You said it great. And don't worry about cryin' a little..." He gently
wiped away a tear from Terry's cheek with his thumb, "It just shows me
that you really do care about me. It's good, man. You're good. I'm so glad to
be here!" He grabbed Terry and practically lifted him off the floor in a
powerful hug.
	They both laughed as they swung each other around in circles,
playfully wrestling and barely staying on their feet before slowing down
again, still in a hug.
	"You got that look in your eyes that makes me..." Justin's voice trailed
off as his gaze met Terry's again but held it.
	"Makes you what?" A smile twitched at the corner of the brunet's
mouth.
	Justin's fingers slid down to cup Terry's muscular ass. "Makes me
want to do it right now." He whispered huskily. He ground their hips
together slowly.
	"Ohh, Justin...." Terry groaned and closed his eyes, pulling the youth
hard against him.
	The blond maneuvered them next to the bed, then suddenly pushed,
sending Terry flopping on the mattress on his back. Justin landed on top,
driving the wind out of them both. He writhed on top of Terry, kissing his
neck again and again. "I... I love you so much man, I can't tell you how
great it is to be with you again!" He whispered between kisses.
	Terry -- still struggling to catch his breath -- hugged the lean singer.
It did feel to so good to touch and hold Justin again... and his kisses were
driving him crazy.
	"Terrry..." Justin growled in his ear and thrust his hips suggestively.
	"Hmmmm." Terry moaned.
	"Let's do it. Right now." He whispered. "I want you... I want you to
make love to me."
	There was something about the way Justin said it, so sexy but so
trusting, full of need but also of giving, all in a simple phrase.
	"Baby..." Terry hugged him tight. "But... our flight..." He said
plaintively, torn between his desire and sense of responsibility.
	"We got almost three hours, and it's not far to the airport." Justin
propped himself up and looked into Terry's eyes, his gaze pleading. At the
same time he slid his hand down to cup the brunet's crotch. He stroked
Terry's hardon seductively through his dress pants. "I want to do it with
you. I want to show you how I've missed you."
	Terry only hesitated a moment longer. "You are too much!" He pulled
Justin down onto him, passionately kissing him as he grabbed his firm ass
and wrapped his legs around the blond's thighs. He slid his tongue between
Justin's lips and felt it drawn into his lover's mouth. He involuntarily
moaned as their tongues met and began to battle playfully -- he'd
forgotten what an agile, talented tongue Justin had! Terry could hear and
feel the blond sigh in his arms; Justin's curly blond hair was so soft in his
fingers, and he was such an incredible kisser...
	After several minutes of frenzied making out and rolling on the bed
together, they finally came up for air. Terry was on top, straddling the
slender blond's hips. He began unbuttoning Justin's FedEx uniform;
underneath was, of course, a wifebeater. He paused when he got to the
waistband and sighed.
	"What?" Justin looked up at him in concern and their eyes met.
	Terry smiled a little sadly at the handsome young man. "This isn't
exactly what I imagined for our first time: something hurried in the
afternoon on my unmade bed. I wanted it to be special for you. This isn't
very... romantic."
	"Terry, man!" Justin smiled and shook his head a little. Then he
reached up to gently massage the back of Terry's neck. "I am so happy to
be with you again, I wouldn't care if we were in a public bathroom. But..."
he looked around the room... "Here we are surrounded by everything that
makes you... you. Your books, these pictures, even those funky models over
there. I can't think of any thing more romantic than making love with you
in your room." With that he raised his arms over his head on the bed and
smiled seductively, as if surrendering himself. "And I hope you never did
it in here with a FedEx man before." He cocked his head a little.
	Terry admired the picture Justin presented: so handsome, lying there
and smiling sexily, his shirt open to reveal his wifebeater molded to his
lean, muscular chest. Terry wished he had a camera. He couldn't hold back
a little laugh. "Naw, the last FedEx guy I had in here wasn't as hot as you."
He teased.
	"You can't fool me, Terry McLaren!" Justin bucked his hips up.
"Giddeup!" He growled throatily, then grinned.
	Not needing any more encouragement, Terry pulled his own shirt
and tie off, then unbuckled Justin's belt. He slithered his hands up
underneath the wifebeater, his fingers enveloping the singer's toned,
hairless pecs.
	Justin gasped and clamped his eyes shut. "Oh... yeahhhh!" He
whimpered in pleasure. Terry slid the shirt up and leaned down to flick his
tongue over Justin's right nipple. Justin arched his back and groaned. 'Man
he is so hot, so beautiful, inside and out. I am so lucky.' Terry thought as
he continued to lick and suck his tender little nub of flesh.
	At the same time, Justin ran his hands over Terry's chest, through
the soft, short hairs that fanned over his pecs, then down over his abs. He
began to fumble with Terry's belt buckle. As the brunet switched nipples,
Justin got his pants open and slid his hand eagerly down over the hard
bulge in Terry's briefs. The designer moaned against the blond's chest as
he felt those caressing fingers. He began to nibble and pinch Justin's
nipples, feeling them grow stiffer, while the blond roughly grasped and
stroked his cock through the thin cotton fabric. He slid down, kissing
Justin's ridged abs, licking around his navel, then his lips working down
along the little trail of light brown hairs, while he unbuttoned the singer's
pants and eased the zipper open. Underneath Justin was wearing white
Tommy boxer-briefs, the wide waistband tight against his flat tummy --
except where his obvious erection was pointed straight up and pushing
against the elastic. The blond raised his hips as Terry eased his pants
down, then pulled them off. He took a moment again to admire this young
Adonis sprawled on his bed -- now only in his underwear, his little
wifebeater hiked up under his armpits. Justin looked up at him pleadingly,
and Terry happily crawled back over and laid himself on his lover, his face
inches from Justin's. "How you doing?" The designer asked with a smile.
	"Jus' great." Justin breathed, his hands again caressing Terry's
smooth, lean back. Then he slid them down inside his pants to cup his
glutes. "You got a great ass, man, don' know if anyone has told you that
recently." He smirked.
	Terry pushed his crotch against Justin's and ground his hips in a
circular motion. "Thanks, and you've got a pretty hot body in general,
stud." he punctuated his answer with a kiss.
	"Hmm... Justin moaned, pushing Terry's pants down to his hips. With
some squirming and kicking, they got his pants the rest of the way off, and
somehow in the process Justin managed to hike Terry's briefs partway off
his butt. He worked his hands under the waistband and roughly kneaded
the brunet's ass cheeks, at the same time pulling their hips together so
their dicks rubbed against each other.
	They kissed almost frantically, tongues battling, until Terry shifted to
Justin's neck, where he began to lick and suck. The blond threw back his
head and let out a long low moan. Unable to wait any longer, he jammed
his hand between them into Terry's briefs and wrapped his hand around
the brunet's thick cock.
	Terry made a whimpering sound against Justin's neck and sucked on
the delicate skin as a feeling like an electric charge coursed through his
body. He shivered from head to toe from the intense pleasure of his lover's
touch. Encouraged, Justin pulled Terry's briefs down with his other hand
and freed the designer's manhood. "Man you are so hot!" Justin mumbled,
eagerly stroking Terry's hardness.
	Not to be outdone, the brunet rose up and slid his hands down
Justin's lean flanks and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxer-
briefs. After a shy glance up at his lover, who met his gaze with an eager
look, he eased them down off his hips and off, kicking his own briefs off at
the same time. Justin's long dick bobbed up at an angle from a thick patch
of light brown curls, the mushroom head already swollen and purple.
Terry gently wrapped his hand around it. "You are so beautiful." Terry
whispered. Then without any further preamble, he slid down, closed his
lips around the mushroom-like head of Justin's penis and gently sucked.
	 Justin let out a long, shuddering sigh and put one hand on the back
of Terry's head.
	Not needing any more encouragement, Terry began to take more of
the youth's cock into his mouth, while running his tongue along the
underside and fondling his balls. He got about halfway and moved back up
until he had just the head in his mouth, then flicked his tongue across the
tip, tasting Justin's precum. He went down again, this time taking almost all
of Justin down his throat (and managing not to gag in the process). The
blond gasped and spread his legs further. From there Terry began to suck
and lick the head while stroking the shaft and playing with Justin's balls.
After a few minutes, during which the blond's penis grew thicker and even
harder, he pulled off and sat up, wiping his mouth.
	"My turn!" Justin said with a smirk and sat up as well. He gently took
Terry by the shoulders and eased him down on his back. Then he scooted
down and gently grasped the brunet's penis, jutting from a thick patch of
black curls. It was about the same length as his own, but thicker. He
tentatively bent down and, imitating what Terry had done, took the head
in his mouth.
	Terry leaned back and sighed as he felt Justin's warm wet mouth
around him. It had been a long time, and he'd forgotten that unique
pleasurable sensation. The blond sucked hard and took more... until he
choked about halfway down.  Terry rose up partway and put his hand on
the side of Justin's head. "It's okay, don't try to take it all at once! That
takes practice."
	Justin pulled off him and gave him a half-serious glare, still holding
Terry's hardness in his hand. "Well, I guess I better get practicing then!"
He went back down, but he took the brunet's advice and only sucked on
the head, while gently stroking the shaft. He alternated with licking all up
and down Terry's penis, concentrating on the underside.
	Terry moaned and murmured encouragement, caressing Justin's head
and shoulders as his mind fogged with pleasure. The blond learned quickly
and soon fell into a rhythm, his head bobbing on the brunet's aching cock
as he pumped the shaft.
	Feeling himself getting close to cumming, Terry gently took Justin's
head in his hands and stopped him. The blond rose up, looking worried.
"Am I doing something wrong?" He asked, concerned.
	"Not at all, you're doing great -- so great that I'm gonna cum if you
don't stop." Terry smiled.
	Justin grinned. "Well, ain't that the idea?"
	"Yeah but not quite yet, babe." Terry sat up and kissed Justin. "You
want to do something else?"
	The blond's eyes opened a bit wider; obviously he had an idea what
Terry was talking about. "Um, I'm up for anything you want." He said,
sounding a bit hesitant nonetheless.
	Terry smiled a little sadly and put his hand on Justin's cheek. "What
I have in mind won't hurt, I promise, and I think you'll like it."
	"Are we talkin' about..."  Justin, feeling too shy to say the word made
a circle of his left thumb and forefinger and jabbed his right forefinger in
the circle a few times.
	Terry smiled and nodded, then he pulled Justin to him, hugged him
and whispered in his ear. "Are you okay with that?" He could feel their still
erect cocks rubbing together.
	"As.. as long as you lead me, since I never done 'dis before!"
	"I will baby, and if there's anything you're not comfortable with you
tell me and we'll stop. I want this to be enjoyable for you." He said as he
opened a drawer in his bedside table. After rummaging around he pulled
out a tube and a condom. "Now just lie back and let me drive -- at least at
first."
	Justin frowned a little but complied. He was excited but worried too,
the thought of Terry screwing him was more than a little scary.
	The brunet squeezed some clear gel out of the tube and stroked
Justin's cock, smearing it all over his shaft. The cool, slick feeling made him
moan again. Then Terry opened the condom and began to roll it on Justin's
penis.
	The youth looked up at him, confused. Terry saw his expression and
smiled crookedly. "I know you're a virgin, but I'm not, and while it's been
a long time and while I'm clean as far as I know, I don't want to take even
the slightest chance..."
	But Justin still looked confused.
	"Ohhhh." Terry smiled, while covering Justin's sheathed cock with gel.
"You thought... no, I want you to be the top for your first time." He lubed
himself and scooted up so he was straddling the blond's waist. "Ready?"
	"I guess..." Justin whispered, not sure just what he was supposed to
do.
	Terry lowered himself slowly as he held Justin's cock in place... god it
had been a long time, he thought as the head pressed against his sphincter.
Justin wasn't terribly thick but he was at least seven inches long. Once he
got the head inside him it would be okay... He tried to relax but there was
still some resistance... then there was still a stab of pain as Justin finally
entered him. Terry hissed and tensed, pausing for a moment.
	Justin gasped from the intensely pleasurable feeling of Terry's ass
ring gripping him. He clutched at his lover's forearms, almost afraid to
move. Then he looked up and saw the pained look on Terry's face. "Are
you okay?" He asked quietly.
	"Yeah, just need a minute to get used to you." Terry smiled weakly.
The ache subsided, and Terry again began to slide down onto Justin, his
eyes closed as he concentrated. Already the sensation was changing from
one of pain to pleasure.
	"Ohhhh my god!" Justin groaned, his head thrown back on the pillow,
his fingers digging into Terry's arms. Never had he felt anything like this!
His cock slid deeper and deeper into Terry... when he felt the brunet's hips
against his, he was afraid he was going to cum before their lovemaking
even really began. This was so much more intense and intimate than
anything they had done before. Terry was surrendering to him, giving
himself.
	Terry settled down onto Justin, then as he rested a minute he looked
down at his lover. The handsome blond was looking up at him, the
expression on his face something hard to interpret. "Are you okay?" He
asked, tenderly running his hands over Justin's abs and chest.
	The singer swallowed hard and smiled. "Yeah, I'm great. This is
incredible man! I never knew it could feel like this, us joined together. Are
you okay? It doesn't hurt?" He put his own hand gently on Terry's heart.
	"It did a little at first, that inevitable. But not anymore, you feel
great." As if to prove it, Terry tightened his sphincter muscles, squeezing
Justin's penis inside him.
	The blond gasped and his body tensed. "Ohhhh man..." He whispered.
His hands roamed over Terry's chest. "What should I do?"
	"What you are doing feels nice, and... mmm yes play with my
nipples..." Terry said hoarsely. He rose up slightly and settled back down
onto Justin. As he did, he felt the youth rock his hips, pushing his cock a
fraction deeper. "Oh that's it..." the brunet groaned. He began to stroke his
own penis with his lube-slick hand as he rode up and down on Justin.
	Both began breathing harder as their movements became more
energetic. Justin took over stroking Terry, enjoying the feel of his lover's
thick penis in his hand while he thrust up into him. Terry ground his hips
down and squirmed on Justin's cock, impaling himself again and again,
gasping every time it raked against his sensitive prostate. He felt himself
getting close and tried to stop Justin's stroking, but the blond would not be
deterred.
	"I want you to cum. Cum on me..." He whispered, surprised at his own
words. He pumped Terry harder and pinched his nipple with his other
hand.
	Terry let out a choked whimper as he went over the edge, his
swelling cock firing a volley of cum across Justin's heaving chest. Several
more streams followed, each landing a little lower. As he came, Terry's ass
tightened convulsively around Justin, and the blond started thrusting up
faster and faster, his hips slapping against the brunet's thighs.
	Still pumping Terry's semi-hard penis, Justin started moaning with
every push, getting closer, closer... then as he was overcome with his own
orgasm he hollered something inarticulate, his body arched and he thrust
as deep as he could up into Terry, his cock spewing into the condom.
	Then he collapsed, limp and sweating, all his energy drained. Terry
half fell on top of him, just as overcome. They lay together for a few
minutes, neither saying a word as they caught their breath.
	Terry hugged Justin tenderly. "You okay?" He asked quietly in the
blond's ear.
	"Hmm hmm." It was all Justin could do just then to make an
affirmative sound. He wrapped his arms around Terry and hugged him.
	"You were great, man. Thank you." Terry kissed Justin on the neck.
	"Oh man!" Justin finally managed to say. "That was incredible!" He
pulled Terry's head up so he could look him in the eyes. "Thank you." He
kissed him. "Thank you."
	Terry looked down shyly. "I'm glad it was okay for you."
	"It was way better that 'okay' for me man, I hope it was for you."
	"Yeah, it was..."  Terry ran his fingers through Justin's curls; it was
quickly becoming one of his favorite things to do. Then he leaned down
again and, surprising himself whispered, "I love you."

	----

	JC blew into the living room, a bundle of energy as usual. "Justin's not
back yet?" He looked at his watch then at Lance, who was getting his butt
kicked at Mortal Kombat by Chris, as usual.
	"Uhh, he might be late for rehearsal. It was kind of an involved
errand." Lance squirmed uncomfortably under JC's probing stare.
	"And just where did he have to go?"
	"Uhh, Washington, DC?" Lance answered meekly.
	"WHAT!?!" JC's eyes went wide.
	Chris turned on the couch to stare at Lance, his mouth hanging open.
"Oh. My. God."
	Just then Joey sauntered in. "Hey guys, I let myself in. What's all the
shoutin' about?"
	"Oh nothing much!" JC threw his hands up in the air. "Except that
Justin decided to take a little trip north two days before we are supposed
to start our tour!  And apparently Lance knew about it and didn't bother to
tell the rest of us."
	"He asked me not to." Lance sounded hurt and looked at the floor. "He
was afraid you wouldn't let him go if you knew. And he had to go."
	"Where did he go?" Joey asked nonchalantly as he picked up a half-
eaten Pop-tart on a plate next the Chris and took a bite out of it.
	"DC!" JC hollered in his face.
	"Hey, man, no need to go ballistic!" Joey shied away from his group-
mate. "What's in DC? Ohhhhh..." He said as it dawned on him. "Terry."
	"He went after a guy who walked out on him!" Chris snorted. "I
thought Curly was smarter than that."
	"He's in love." Lance said very quietly. "I understand how he feels. He
needs to at least know he did everything he could. I don't know if you've
noticed but he hasn't been the same Justin since we got back from LA."
	"I thought he was doin' better." Chris muttered, though obviously
even he only half-believed it.
	"So when is he comin' back?" Joey was still completely calm, licking
his fingers after finishing off the Pop-tart. "And is there anything else to
eat? I'm starved."
	JC paced around the room in frustration. "We were supposed to be at
the studio half an hour ago. Our asses are already in a sling. What am I
gonna tell Fatima and Bobby? And Alex is supposed to be there today!
There's gonna be hell to pay if this gets back to Johnny and the label!"
	Lance stood up and turned to face his lover. "I'll take full
responsibility. I am the one who knew he was going; I helped him plan it.
I'll talk to everyone, JC, you don't have to get involved. Let's get going." He
said coldly and started to walk out of the room. As he passed JC he added
quietly, "You of all people I would have hoped could be more sympathetic."
	JC was stunned to silence; Lance's words cut him like a knife. Was he
being selfish? What Justin had done was incredibly irresponsible, foolish,
illogical... and JC knew he would have done the same thing if it was to get
Lance back. He hung his head, but Joey put his arm around him and led
him towards the door as Chris shut down the game. "He got yah didn't he?"
	"Yeah. I guess I can't fault Justin for his devotion. But the shit is
really gonna hit the fan. Johnny will have a fit!"
	"If it's any consolation, who of the five of us would you say could
most afford to miss a practice?"
	"Normally I'd say Justin, but the way he's been lately..."
	"He's gotta settle this thing with Terry, one way or the other. If it
works, we'll have our Curly back, plus a new friend. If not, we need to be
supportive. Let's just hope it works."
	"You're right, Joe. I guess I overreacted. It just seems like a crazy
thing to do -- Justin's normally so level-headed and practical."
	"Well, buddy," Joey lowered his voice as they neared the open front
door. Lance was standing just outside in the sun. "Some people would say
that one guy asking another one to marry him is pretty crazy too. But I
don't. I think it's love. And If I'm not mistaken, a certain bass singer has a
new ring on his finger."
	"Yeah." JC felt himself smiling and blushing.
	"Then I think we can afford to be a little bit charitable with a guy we
care about who's only trying to find the happiness that you and Lance
have already got."
	"Joey," JC sighed, "I bet most people have no idea what a smart,
sensitive guy you really are."
	"Keep it under your hat man, I don't want to be the 'sensitive one.'
That's Lance's job. I'm the 'playboy'." He sauntered away, taking Chris by
the arm so JC and Lance were left alone on the doorstep.
	"I'm sorry, Lance. I didn't mean to blow up at you."
	"Thanks." Lance smiled at him shyly. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you,
but Justin made me promise. He was very determined."
	"Well, I guess he thinks Terry is worth it. If he's half as special as my
Scoop, I can understand it." He snuck a kiss on Lance's cheek.
	"Flatterer." Lance grinned.
	"C'mon, let's go." He took the blond's hand. "We might as well face the
music. When was mister AWOL Timberlake supposed to be back?"
	"We booked him a flight back this afternoon."
	"Oh, right." JC smirked at him. "So, I guess I'm driving!?" He asked the
group as the others had already migrated to his jeep.

	----

	"Uh oh." Justin mumbled.
	"What!?" Terry looked around worriedly.
	"It's snowing!" Justin smiled and pointed up at the skylights.
	Terry flopped down on his back next to Justin and looked up.
Through the gray sky he could barely make out big flecks of white drifting
down. They touched the Plexiglas skylights and turned to water a moment
later. "We better get going! Traffic is going to be crazy!"
	Justin laughed at the look of panic on Terry's face. "It's okay, man!
Relax! It's not like I have a show tonight; we have two days to get back to
Florida. Besides, I wanna see snow -- it's been awhile."
	"But you must have, like, final rehearsals or something?" Terry put
his head in his hands. "I don't want to come back being the cause of you
missing practices. JC will hate me."
	"Jeez, Terry, put away the guilt stick! What are you, Catholic?"
	Terry couldn't suppress a smile. "Well, no, actually..."
	"Okay, then, CHILL!" Justin hugged him, making comical growling
noises while squirming around.
	"Okay, okay!" Terry laughed. "But let's call the airline; it will make
me feel better."
	"And I should let Lance know he doesn't have to keep the secret any
longer. JC is probably torturing him over where I am."
	"You made Lance keep this a secret!? Why?"
	"Well..." Justin looked away shyly. "Just in case I couldn't convince
you, I didn't wanna have to come back and face a big pity-party. But now I
don' hafta worry about that, RIGHT?" He stuck his face close to Terry's and
raised his eyebrows expectantly.
	"Right." Terry smiled back and gave Justin a little kiss on the mouth.
"I won't back down on you now, even if we have to walk to Orlando."
	Justin grinned. "That's my man."
	"I like being your man. But maybe we should clean up before
anything else. How about a shower?"
	"Together? Sounds like fun." Justin grinned.



To be continued...


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