Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2000 18:07:44 EST
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: NSYNC-lance-n-jc 19-20

'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC
CHAPTER 19
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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 go back now.

	Sorry for the long wait everyone, and thanks to everyone who
wrote asking for the next installment! It's been kind of a busy month
for me, and of course for the boys. We can breathe a sigh of relief
that the lawsuit thing is behind them, Bye Bye Bye is already
breaking request records, and the video will be on TRL next week. Be
sure to vote! And don't Lance and JC look cute in that car together?

	If you are Lance, JC, Justin, Chris or Joey, please email me!  ;-)

	And even if you're not, email me anyway and tell me what you
think! lictor (at) aol (dot) com

	Story content copyright 2000 T. Kevin.

----


	Joey called shotgun as the four 'N Sync members headed
towards JC's Jeep; Lance and Chris climbed in back with only a little
grumbling from Chris.
	"Wassa matter, tired old knees don't bend enough to get in the
back?" Joey teased him.
	"Don't make me come up there and kick you in yo' head!" Chris
replied with his usual deadpan delivery.
	JC slammed the Jeep in gear and they were on their way,
zooming through traffic on a typical warm and sunny Orlando spring
day. Lance leaned over to Chris and waved his right hand under his
friend's nose. "Notice anything new?" He grinned.
	"Yeow! Lance is sportin' some new ice! You aren't gonna turn
into another Curly are yah? Between that thang around his neck and
those ten-karat rocks he calls earrings..."
	"No, it's a gift from JC." Lance cut him off. Then he waited to see
if Chris would get it. He stared at Lance, deer-in-headlights.
	Joey, hearing all this, took his cue. "CONGRATULATIONS LANCE
AND JC!" He shouted, twisting around in his seat. "So, have you guys
decided on when the big day will be yet?" He grinned so hard his
eyes scrunched up almost shut. With that red hair, he took on an
unfortunate resemblance to Bozo the Clown.
	Chris' eyebrows shot up, but he still didn't say anything for a
moment. Lance kept smiling, but it was getting increasingly difficult
under Chris' intense stare. Finally the oldest member of the group
said, no emotion in his high-pitched voice, "Sooo, you guys are
getting, uh, married?"
	"Well, we haven't talked about the details yet, like when or
where or exactly what we're going to do even. But, basically, yeah."
Lance said, then continued to look at Chris. His body language
practically screamed "Please don't disapprove!"
	Chris paused for another couple of eternal seconds, then held
out his hand to shake Lance's. "Congratulations. You too, JC." Lance
smiled in relief as he shook his group mate's hand, then Chris added,
"I just want to know who's gonna give the bride away. Oh wait,
there's no bride. Well, can I be the Maid of Honor? Can I wear
white?"
	They all laughed at Chris' typically off-beat attempt at humor.
JC grinned at Joey.

	At the studio they were greeted by a frowning Fatima and an
anxious-looking Bobby. "It's about time!" Fatima arched an eyebrow
as they filed in. "What happened? "It's not like you boys to be late."
Then she noticed there were only four of them, "And where's Justin?"
Her expression changed to one of concern. "Is Justin okay!?"
	True to his word, Lance took her aside while the others
warmed up. "Justin is fine, don't worry. I take responsibility for this.
Justin had a sort of personal errand he really needed to go on before
the tour got rolling and I sort of encouraged him..."
	"And when is he 'sort of' gonna be back?" She demanded, hands
on hips, but secretly relieved. She had been worried about young
Justin the last few weeks. He had been uncharacteristically moody,
even depressed. She hoped that this errand -- whatever it was --
would help.
	"Well, I'm hoping by late this afternoon. He had to go kind of
far." Lance gave her his best 'don't hurt me' face.
	Fatima knew exactly what Lance was doing but let it go. "Okay,
I have a feeling this has something to do with the way he's been
acting, and I also don't think I want to know any more about it!  I'll
cover for you guys being late, but Johnny and Alex are gonna be
coming by this afternoon to watch rehearsal and I have a FEELING
they are going to notice that one of the lead singers is absent."
	"I know. It's not going to be pretty."
	"As long as he's back tomorrow I think Johnny will get over it.
I heard your bus is here so you can spend the time this afternoon
checking it out and getting it ready to roll.
	"Cool! I can't wait to see what our bus is like!"
	"But First--" Fatima held up a finger-- "Let's get in some
practice. Bobby can stand in for Justin. Go get warmed up."
	"Okay!" Lance smiled, relieved that Fatima had been so
understanding. Johnny was probably not going to be so easy-going.
And Alex... Lance frowned just thinking about the wormy little
manager. Lance had never gotten a straight answer when he asked
just who Alex Sommers worked for. He didn't work for the Wrights
as Justin had thought. He had TransCon business cards and usually
seemed to answer to Lou -- though they rarely saw the TransCon
owner. (That was just fine with Lance; Lou Perlman may have given
them their big break, but he gave Lance the creeps the way he
hugged them... sometimes he would pat Lance's butt in a rather
suggestive way.) But lately Alex would talk on the phone with people
at RCA or even BMG, which implied that he actually worked for them
and was more like Lou's equal; maybe he had switched companies.
Lance liked to know the ins and outs of management, and the fact
that he didn't have a clear picture of Alex's place in the order of
things had always bothered him. And now he had a more than idle
interest in knowing how much authority Alex Sommers had, since
this man was basically blackmailing them into behaving the way he
wanted. Lance felt his jaw muscles tighten in anger. He jumped a
little when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Chris.
	"Hey Scoop, you okay?"
	"Yeah, just thinking." Lance smiled shyly.
	"Not about your china pattern and guest list from the look on
your face."
	"Just thinking about stuff, our management."
	"Yah, that's been on my mind too. Mostly what's been
happening with Transcon and RCA." Chris took a drink of water and
looked around, as if he was afraid of being overheard.
	"Exactly. Johnny I trust, but them... Sometimes I think maybe
we signed away too much with the record company."
	"Yup. But let's talk about it later, just us five."
	"Okay." Lance started stretching.
	"Can I ask you something else, while we're being all secretive?"
Chris asked in a half-whisper and looked around again, this time
making sure Joey and JC were occupied.
	"Okay." Lance looked at Chris with concern. "Is everything
okay?"
	"You tell me. Is Curly mad at me?"
	Lance frowned, surprised at a question like that from never-
serious Chris. He gave it a little thought, which was difficult under
Chris' stare. 'This is the second time today Chris is giving me the evil
eye,' he thought, 'I hope it's the last for a long time.' Finally he
sighed. "Mad at you, no. You know Justin, he's not an angry sort of
person. But he was hurt I think because you weren't more
understanding about him being gay, and the whole Terry business."
	Chris worked his mouth around in a series of strange
expressions. "Well it was a lot to absorb! There we are hanging out
by the pool in Hawaii and suddenly three of you guys announce
you're gay, then you and JC say you're together, and Justin, my best
bud, is sleeping with some guy almost ten years older than him that
we barely know! I was jealous I guess -- not THAT kind of jealous! --
but I was also worried about him."
	"I know, but you need to talk to him Chris."
	"Yeah I guess I should have before this, but it's not easy for
me, you know. I'm not good with being all sensitive and emotional."
	Lance made a face. "You don't have to profess your undying
love! Sheesh! But you could be more sympathetic. You don't know
what it's like to face being gay..."
	"Well, tell me this, how come he just figured this out? Like, he
hasn't known? Excuse me for being dense but I don't get it."
	"It's okay, man. It's hard to explain. I can't speak for Curly, but
for me, I knew, deep down, a long time ago. But being gay isn't
exactly acceptable in my family, or my religion, or in the society we
live in. I kept telling myself, 'maybe I'm not really gay, maybe I can
be straight...' I dated girls, but meanwhile of course I was looking at
other guys, and thinking about them... being with them..."
	"Okay, enough information!" Chris cut him off with a little
laugh.
	"Sorry." Lance smiled. "Anyway, so then I joined you guys and
it was worse. I thought I'd be letting you down, it would wreck our
friendship, mess up 'N Sync. But in spite of that, I knew I was falling
for Josh. But even then, I don't know if I would have ever had the
guts to do anything if it hadn't been for the accident. I guess YOU
would have been happier!" He shot Chris a look when he saw him
scowl.
	Chris turned away and started stretching. "What do you want
me to say? I'm happy for you and JC, really. I don't understand it,
but even I can see that you guys... you really do love each other. It's
kinda cute -- see, I'm even getting used to it! But it's harder for me
with Curly. He's like my little brother and I feel like I should protect
him. And it tore me up to see him crying over Terry."
	Lance looked up in surprise and saw genuine pain on Chris'
face. He even looked a little choked up.
	"You guys are my family, and you know Justin, he is mature
and strong in a lot of ways, but inside he's still just a sweet kid. And
I don't want him hurt by anybody."
	"I wish he could have heard you say that. He would really
appreciate it."
	"I can't say that to his face! He'll think I'm a softy." Chris rolled
his eyes and tossed his dreds. "Now let's practice you flipping me like
in 'I Want You Back' -- and no grabbing my package!"
	Lance looked shocked, then Chris smacked him on the arm. "I'm
kidding, Scoop! Jeez, lighten up!"

----

	In Terry's apartment, the designer lay sprawled on top of
Justin. They caught their breath and enjoyed the somewhat awkward
but pleasant aftermath of their lovemaking.
	"Uh oh." Justin mumbled, looking up.
	"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 and Lance 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 rolled on top and hugged him,
making comical growling noises while squirming around.
	"Okay, okay!" Terry laughed, wrapping his arms around Justin
to still him.  He pulled the covers up over them and cradled Justin's
head onto his shoulder. The blond snuggled against him and sighed
contentedly in his arms. Terry wished this moment could last an
eternity, but knew it couldn't. He watched the snow accumulating
above them and couldn't stop worrying. "We should at least call the
airline and find out the flight status; it will make me feel better."
	"'Kay." Justin said in a small voice and sighed. "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 up at him 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. "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." Terry said with a little sigh, and
tenderly ran his fingers through Justin's hair. "But maybe we should
clean up before anything else. How about a shower?"
	"Together? Sounds like fun." Justin grinned.
	"It does, doesn't it." Terry said softly, looking into the youth's
eyes. They held each other's gaze for a long minute, not needing to
speak.
	Finally, though, Justin looked away with a little smile. "But I
have a feelin' that would delay me calling the airline and talkin' to
Lance a while, and I'm already late."
	"Okay. Why don't you call while I start the shower."
	"Sounds good." Justin found his boxer-briefs and jumped off the
bed. He pulled them up facing away, but turned his head and winked
sexily at Terry, wriggling his hips as he slid them over his round
little butt.
	"Tease!"
	"Little late for that!" Justin smirked "  "Not like there's anythin'
you ain't already seen! Now where's the phone?"
	"By the computer." Terry waved towards his desk on his way
towards the bathroom.
	Justin rummaged through his clothes and found the plane
tickets. He sat at the desk chair and dialed the airline number first.
He went through the telephone menus to get his flight departure
update: canceled.
	"Shit!"
	"What!?" Terry stuck his head out.
	"The flight's canceled."
	"Try to get us on the first thing available."
	"I know!" Justin glowered at him.
	"Sorry!" Terry yelped and ducked back into the bathroom
	The singer finally got connected to a human, who let him know
that both DC airports were closed but they expected to have them
open by this evening when the snow let up and they could clear the
runways. But the first thing Justin could get was early -- very early
-- the next morning. He got it confirmed, flicked the receiver and
dialed Lance's cell number. He glanced at the clock; it was after noon
already! There was going to be hell to pay.
	"Hello?"
	"Lance! J!"
	"There you are! I was gettin worried. How did it go?"
	"Real good, man." Justin smiled.
	"Mission accomplished?"
	"Yup! But I got bad news..."
	"You're gonna be late." Lance guessed.
	"Yah. It's uh, snowing up here in DC, a LOT."
	:Your flight delayed?"
	"Canceled. But I got a new reservation for early tomorrow
morning."
	"Cutting it close, man. Johnny is gonna have your hide."
	"I know." Justin sighed. "I don't want to put you in the middle;
can you have him call me and I'll explain it to him?"
	"Well, when he finds out you're not here, he's gonna put two
and two together after you asked him to call Cybermedia this
morning and request that Terry come back."
	"Yah, he already knows I got 'ulterior motives' on that front."
He smiled as Terry came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. Steam
billowed through the open door as the designer maneuvered behind
him.
	"I'll talk to Johnny." Lance assured him. "If you're not too late
for rehearsal tomorrow I think it will be okay. We're knocking off
early today to check out the bus."
	"Thanks man!"
	"Yeah, guess who is gonna get last pick for bunks; you KNOW
Chris won't wait for you." Lance warned.
	"Well, dat's what I get! I guess it's a small price ta pay." Justin
shivered with pleasure as Terry's hands slid up has flanks and his
lips touched the blond's neck.
	"Time for your shower, Mister Timberlake." Terry whispered.
	Lance heard the deep voice over the phone. "Well I see you're
busy, Curly, or should I say 'gettin busy'!? So I'll let you go. See you
soon!"
	"Uhh, yeah Lance... mmm thanks again man, I, uhhh owe yuh!"
Justin's concentration faltered as Terry slipped his hand inside the
waistband of the singer's boxers and closed around his already
hardening penis.
	"Welcome! Whatever!" Lance smirked as the connection broke.
	"How's Lance?" Terry asked, his lips against Justin's ear.
	"Fuh-fine..." The singer mumbled, leaning back in the chair and
making it easier for Terry to fondle him inside his boxers. He made a
little whimpering sound as Terry gently squeezed his hard cock.
	"You are so hot!" The brunet whispered, wrapping his other
arm around to cup Justin's pec and knead it.
	"'Cause of you, man." The blond turned his head so he could
kiss Terry. He rocked his hips up, fucking Terry's hand, rising higher
out of the chair with each thrust, until -- after an awkward
maneuver -- he was standing up and leaning back into the brunet.
Finally Terry broke the kiss, but still holding on to Justin he pushed
him bodily into the bathroom. Once inside, Justin reached behind
himself and yanked off Terry's towel, then grabbed his thick penis.
As he milked it, enjoying Terry's appreciative moans, he noticed the
bathtub to the right, steam still pouring out from around the shower
curtain. On the left was the sink set in a long counter, and above it
the whole wall was a mirror. The sight of him and Terry made him
even harder. Their image faded in and out as the steam
intermittently clouded the glass, revealing his slender body arched
forward as Terry gripped his hard dick, and behind him was the
lean, sinewy brunet, his cock pointed up towards Justin's little
rounded ass.
	Terry caught his gaze in the mirror and smiled, looking kind of
embarrassed. "What are you looking at, handsome?" He asked,
running his hand over Justin's defined chest and abs.
	"You. You and your strapped self." The blond smiled, then
edged his ass back while holding Terry's dick, until he felt the head
pressing between his cheeks. The feeling was exciting, sexy, kind of
scary.
	But then Terry took charge, maneuvering so his penis slid up
the crack between the firm globes of Justin's ass instead of towards
his virgin hole. Then the brunet hugged him from behind. "Don't
tease me like that!" He whispered, his voice tight.
	"I wasn't teasing! I want you man. I want you, you know..."
	Terry thrust slowly against Justin, enjoying the friction of
rubbing in his crack. "Not yet. When we're both ready, and we can be
safe. For now let's just shower, okay?" It was so tempting to accept
the beautiful teenager's offer, but he knew this wasn't the time... not
yet. He wanted it to be just right, and make sure that Justin enjoyed
it as much as he did. The very last thing he wanted was to hurt this
boy, physically or emotionally. Terry snapped out of his reverie
when the blond twisted around to face him. Justin was trying to look
mad but as he turned their hardons smacked together liked dueling
swords and he burst out in giggles.
	Terry grabbed him in a hug and pulled them together, their
cocks pushing up side by side as they kissed. He cupped the blond's
muscular ass and ground their hips together, then finally broke the
kiss. "Whew, man! We better get in before the hot water is gone." He
smiled.
	"Okay." Justin hung his head, doing his little boy impression. He
reached between them and held their cocks up together.
	"What is it?" Terry asked, looking down.
	"You're bigger than me." Justin stuck his lower lip out.
	"No, we're about the same."
	"Not! Look, you're bigger. Damn, everybody is hung bigger than
me! I thought six inches was average!"
	"It is, and you're bigger than that anyway." Terry said
dismissively and pulled the shower curtain back.
	"Nope, I measured just last week."
	Terry couldn't keep from smirking at the mental image of teen
superstar Justin Timberlake holding a ruler to his dick.
	"What!?!" It's not funny! And don't tell me you never measured
yours!"
	Terry took the blond by the hand and dragged him into the
shower. "Okay, first, yes I have, though not recently. Second, Justin, I
don't care what you say, you're plenty big. I'm not complaining!"
	"You're just sayin' that to be nice." The blond pouted.
	"No, I'm not! Honest!" Terry said, impatiently slamming the
curtain back in place.  He handed Justin a washcloth and the shower
gel. "Here, now get going."
	"All the other guys are bigger than me too." The blond
continued while he worked up a lather and absently started washing
Terry's chest and shoulders. "You should see Lance, he's huge! And
JC, he's always at half mast. And Joey and Chris aren't giant but
they're bigger than me. Chris makes fun of me sometimes, cause
mine is so little when I'm not hard."
	"Well, when you're not hard doesn't matter much does it?"
Terry demanded, at the same time taking some gel and rubbing it
into Justin's soft skin, working up a sweet-smelling lather. "Some
guys are 'growers' and some are 'showers'."
	Justin shrugged, but still didn't seem convinced. "I just wish I
was a LITTLE bigger!"
	"Jeez, so does every guy on the planet, get over it!" He turned
the blond around and began to soap his back and neck. "Justin, I
actually thought your were bigger. Take it as a compliment, since
you've already stuck your dick in all the places that matter!" Terry
stopped suddenly. He felt himself turning red in embarrassment at
his own blunt statement.
	Justin turned his head and smiled slyly over his shoulder. "You
bad!" He snickered, then turned back and sighed. "Okay, if you say so.
Just don't ever let me catch you scammin Lance when you see him
naked! I'll have to kill yah!"
	Terry was glad Justin couldn't see his face at that moment. He
wasn't lying: there was nothing wrong with Justin; in fact he was
perfect, not too big or small. But he had to admit there was
something exciting about the thought of innocent-seeming Lance
having a huge...
	"Hey!" Justin turned around and smacked Terry on the ass.
"Quit dreamin' about Lance!"
	But to Terry's relief he was smiling. "Why would I dream about
Lance when I have you right here?" He wrapped his hand around
Justin's hardon and pulled him closer.
	"That's bettah!" The blond grinned and slid his soapy hands
over Terry's back...
	They ended up running out of hot water after all.

----

	"What sort of 'personal emergency'?" Johnny's eyebrows went
up. "Nothing serious I hope." He stared at Lance, his expression
changing to more one of worry than anything else.
	Well, you remember we asked you to call Cybermedia this
morning to request Terry again for the web job..." Lance trailed off as
the manager mentally made the connection.
	"...and Justin went up there to ask Terry personally."  Their
manager nodded in understanding and relief, a smile twitching at the
corner of his mouth. He reigned it in and managed to look serious
again. "But now that big storm coming in from the northwest has
closed the DC airports."
	"Basically, yeah."
	"Well ain't that great." Johnny threw up his arms as if in
supplication to the heavens. "Oh God, please what have I done to
deserve this?" Then he let his arms fall and looked at Lance again,
now in a mixture of disappointment and sympathy. Johnny's face
was nothing if not expressive. "What is with you guys since Hawaii?
Something in the water? You and JC, Justin and Terry. And of course
I heard about Justin dancing with -- of all people -- Nick Carter, at
Pleasure Island."
	"News travels fast." Lance said quietly.
	"Yes, in fact I got a photo emailed to me from RCA, taken off
some teeny's website with a caption something like "Despite rumors
that 'N Sync and BSB are feuding, looks like Nick and Justin are best
buddies, or should we say 'butt buddies'?"
	"That _is_ bad." Lance stated the obvious. It was kind of funny,
though...
	"You're telling me. If Terry does come back, he and Justin
better cool it, at least in public. Same with you guys. The last thing
we need is Alex breathing down our necks every minute of the day.
You know your contract with TransCon and RCA binds you to certain
behavior. Remember how they flipped when Joey showed up to film
the video with a ring through his eyebrow? That was nothing! They'll
use any excuse to cut your -- our -- royalty."
	"I've been wanting to talk to you about that. I know that when
we signed with RCA we were nobodies and had to take what we
could get. But now our album is platinum, and I've been reading over
our contract. Basically it seems like they say 'jump' and we say 'how
high?' And the US is considered a 'foreign country'?"
	"Uh oh, Lance is smelling the coffee." Johnny smiled grimly. "I
understand your concerns, and they are valid. I'll be happy to talk to
you alone or with the other guys any time, but not here." He glanced
around warily.
	"Got it."
	"In the meantime, I am going to put off Lou and Alex until
tomorrow afternoon and pray that Justin gets back before then. For
the rest of today you can check out the bus, tell Melissa what sort of
stuff you are gonna want, and get started on wardrobe. Oh, and don't
forget, tomorrow night Lou is throwing that barbecue party to start
off the tour. He needs to know today who's families are coming, so
try to get answers out of the other guys and call me later, okay?"
	"Okay, cool. Thanks Johnny!" Lance smiled.
	Johnny Wright nodded an acknowledgment before turning
away and pulling out his cell phone. Now all he had to do was stall
Lou and Alex.
	As Lance turned to rejoin his bandmates, his smile faded. He
had forgotten all about the barbecue. He wished he could keep
forgetting about it. Josh's parents would be there and he was
determined to tell them about him and Lance. That would put more
pressure on Lance to tell his own mother and father, something he
just wasn't ready to face. And perhaps worse, Danielle was going to
be there, posing as his girlfriend and making their life more
complicated. What would JC's mother and father say when the
supposed love of their son's life had a woman hanging all over him?
Of course there would be media coverage at this event too. No
privacy. Lance felt a headache coming on. He never used to get
headaches.
	The rest of the practice went remarkably well, all things
considered, and Fatima let them go when Melinda, their tour
manager, showed up.
	"Hey guys! Long time no see!" She laughed when they all ran
up and greeted her like giddy children.
	"Hey Mel! How's it goin?" Lance got there first and gave her a
hug.
	"You can't fool me, Lance Bass! You're not all that happy to see
me!"
	"What!?" Lance pulled back in panic. Did he have 'I'm a fag'
written on his forehead now or something?
	"I know you're just excited about seeing the bus." She smirked.
	"Oh, yeah, busted!" He blushed. Not that Melinda wouldn't find
out the real truth about him pretty soon. He had a feeling that before
the tour was over most of the crew would know about him and Josh.
It just wasn't something that could be kept secret to a bunch of
people they would be working so closely with. Melinda, Steve, Lonnie
and the other bodyguards would have to be told soon. He hoped they
would be cool with it. He was particularly concerned about how
Joey's brother would react. He'd heard Steve make a 'faggot'
comment more than once...
	"Okay guys let's go." Melinda was talking again. "Though I have
a feeling you'll be sick to death of this bus long before the tour is
over." She led them out to the parking lot, then around to another lot
on the other side of the compound.
	There it was, a big beige bus with swirly designs on the side.
'Kind of tacky,' Lance thought... meanwhile the other four were
running up to it. Lance followed along with Mel. "So what's this I was
reading in the last fax about the MTV stuff we have coming up?"
	"Two things. MTV is hot on you guys with the release of the
God Must Have Spent video. First, as soon as the tour gets underway
they want to have a day to shoot a huge special of your top 40
favorite videos, with lots of interview clips in between, basically a
day on tour with 'N Sync. They are gonna run all this trivia about you
guys during the vids, sort of like that 'Pop Up Video" on VH1. I figure
that will also be a good time to get a lot of good pics for a tour book
we're planning to do; get it all out of the way at once."
	"Sounds good." Lance nodded.
	"AND..." Mel continued, "They also want to fly you down to
Cancun for a day to perform for their Spring Break week on this
show called 'Fashionably Loud.' They want 98 Degrees too."
	"Cool! Those guys are great." Lance smiled. 'And hot, too.' He
thought to himself. 'Good thing JC and I are together... don't want him
getting ideas.'
	"And while you are down there they also want you to do a little
'favorite five spring break videos.'"
	"Jeez, they DO love us!" Lance shook his head.
	"You guys are a hot commodity right now. And it's perfect cross
promotion with the tour and the video."
	"I guess we should start picking out our videos."
	"Well, you can pick, but the MTV suits are gonna want to 'pick'
most of them for you out of what's currently big. You guys will
probably get 2 or 3 each. And no Garth!" She added as Lance opened
his mouth.
	"How about Shania Twain? She has a new album that's kind of
crossover."
	"Maybe." Mel nodded. "And it would be good for your image, an
attractive female artist."
	Lance frowned and cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
	"Nothing, hon." She smiled and patted his arm. "Go play on the
bus. I got stuff to take care of."
	Mel hurried off, leaving Lance in a bit of a daze as he climbed
on the bus. Did Mel already know? Did everybody know about him
before he did? The thought gave him pause.
	"Cool man, check it out!" JC was wandering up the aisle and
grabbed Lance as he climbed on. "It's got everything!"
	"Whoa! Look at the mirrored ceiling over the kitchen with the
little lights! SO seventies! I'm, like, in a disco!!" Chris started spinning
around and rolling his head in a creditable 'flashdance' impression.
	Lance wrinkled his nose. "God that ceiling is hideous!" He
mumbled to himself and wandered into the lounge area in back.
"And what is this upholstery, Naugahyde? Ugh!"
	"Six bunks!" Joey observed. "That should make life interesting
with Steve and Terry both coming along, that makes seven people..."
Then he added, more quietly, "Maybe it would be better if Steve rode
in one of the other busses anyway."
	"Joey gets an 'A-plus' in math! I say we pick bunks now." Chris
grinned evilly.
	"That's not very fair to Justin." Lance protested, emerging from
the back.
	"Since when was life fair? Curly would get last choice anyway
since he is youngest. Dibs on this top bunk!"
	"Sure you can climb up there, shorty?" JC teased. Chris shot him
a withering look.
	"Well, since we're picking I'll take the other top bunk!" Joey
leapt up, almost banging his head on the ceiling.
	Lance and JC claimed the middle ones facing each other, leaving
the two on the floor for Justin and either Terry or Steve.
	"These bunks are pretty deep," Lance volunteered, "JC and I
could probably share sometimes."
	"And I bet Terry and Justin wouldn't mind doing the same."
Joey smirked. "And as I understand it we'll rarely be spending all
night on the bus, right? We'll have some hotel time every night."
	While Joey was talking, a smiling JC was gently pushing Lance
into his chosen bunk and climbing in after him. Lance allowed
himself to be maneuvered against the back of the bunk. JC twisted in
the confined space and pulled the little curtains shut. "See you guys
later." He said. "Lance and I are gonna try out the accommodations."
Then in the darkened little bunk he pulled Lance to him. "It's a good
thing we aren't claustrophobic."
	"Not as long as you're here with me." Lance smiled. He scooted
over and kissed JC. It had only been a few hours but it seemed like
ages since he'd felt Josh's lips against his. He held JC in the gentle
kiss, closing his eyes and enjoying how his lover responded to him
with a happy little moan...
	"What are you guys doing!" Chris shouted from the aisle.
	"Ewww! They're making out!" Screamed Joey.
	"Ew! Ew! Ew!" They both chanted louder and louder, jumping
up and down and making the bus rock.
	"Who invited the children along?" Lance whispered as JC
hugged him.
	"Just ignore them and maybe they'll go away."
	At that moment the curtain was jerked open and Joey's
grinning face appeared. "What'cha doin' guys? Are yah having
SEX?!?"
	"We would be if you left us alone, thank you very much!" JC
snarled.
	"Hey Chris! Mom and dad are screwing!!! Yuck!" Joey hollered,
then he and Chris proceeded to run up and down the aisle squealing
and carrying on.
	"Can we kill them now?" Lance asked.
	"No, unfortunately we need them for the tour." JC sighed in
mock disappointment.
	"Maybe we could drug them or tie them up." Lance suggested.
	"Can we sleep with you guys?" Chris asked, trying half
heartedly to climb in behind JC.
	"I take it back." JC grunted as Chris kicked him in the shin.
"Maybe we should kill them."

----

	For all his talk about snow, Justin seemed content to watch the
weather from the inside. With not much else to do, Terry suggested
that they stay inside and watch movies. The singer rifled through
Terry's video collection and quickly made his choices. "'Star Trek
First Contact', the one with the Borg, right?"
	"Yup."
	"'Borg, sounds Swedish.'" Justin quoted with a little laugh and
did a goofy robotic impression of a Borg.
	"If I tried to tell people how silly you really were, they
wouldn't believe me." Terry shook his head as he took the cassette.
	"What? I'm not silly! Ahm ah fly dude!" He tried to keep a
straight face as he stood up and struck a 'fly' pose before handing
Terry his other choice: 'The Lost Boys.'
	"Whatever!"
	So they spent the afternoon on the sofa, cuddled under a
blanket together in t-shirts and boxers, watching movies. At first
Terry was a little self-conscious; after Justin's sudden arrival that
morning, then the wonderful sex, then the shower... he felt like just
lying around would be anticlimactic for the singer. But when Justin
snuggled up to him like an affectionate puppy, he relaxed and
wrapped his arm around the blond. "You comfortable?"
	"Very."
	"Me too."
	"This is golden man, it's like a little vacation!"
	"You don't mind just staying here and watching a movie?"
	"Nah! Can't think of anythin' better! On the couch with my... my
boyfriend." He smiled over his shoulder. "Okay if I call you that?"
	It took Terry by surprise and for a minute he couldn't speak, so
he just smiled and pulled Justin close to him. Finally he managed to
say "Yeah, I like that."
	"Good."
	It was nice, Terry thought, to just lie together. Though he
couldn't resist caressing Justin's chest through the t-shirt every once
in awhile, or nuzzling his neck. And the singer didn't seem to mind.
	Sometime before the vampires made their attack on Jason
Patric and family, Terry noticed Justin's eyes drooping shut, and soon
after that he heard quiet snoring. Rather than wake the blond, Terry
laid his head down next to him, and soon he too drifted off.
	Terry woke up to silence. The movie was over, and it had
gotten dark. His left arm was asleep under Justin's head, and his back
hurt from lying sideways on the couch. Suddenly laying on the couch
together seemed a little less ideal. He shifted gently, trying not to
wake Justin, and winced as he felt the circulation returning to his
arm.
	He needn't have bothered. In a sudden flailing maneuver,
Justin threw his limbs out in every direction and tumbled on the
floor with a crash. "Hey!" He yelped, sitting up and looking around in
confusion.
	"Morning, sunshine." Terry said sarcastically.
	"Oh, jeez." The blond rubbed his eyes. "Is it really morning?"
	"No, dummy, it's like seven at night."
	"I thought we talked about you calling me a dummy." The
singer scowled at him.
	"Oh, Justin, I'm sorry!" Terry reached out tentatively. "I didn't
mean it, really."
	Justin's face broke into a grin. "I know, I was just practicing
with the guilt stick. Works fine!"
	"Bastard." Terry glared.
	"I been called worse." The singer cocked his head and beamed
his patented photo-op smile.
	"Want to go out for dinner?" Terry changed the subject.
	"We could make something and stay in." Justin wiggled his
eyebrows.
	"I don't have a lot of good stuff around, and I'm not much of a
cook." Terry admitted.
	"I love to cook, but just not for a certain four other guys." Justin
hopped up and went into the small kitchen. "How about spaghetti? I
make a killer spaghetti sauce!"
	"I'm sure a lot of restaurants are still open; I don't have
everything you need." Terry persisted.
	Justin banged cabinet doors, "Not by a long shot. Is there a
store nearby?"
	"A couple blocks away." Terry sighed with a little smile. He
could see he was losing this battle. He got up and started hunting for
clothes.

----
CHAPTER 20

	They stepped outside into a white-covered world. The snow
was still falling softly in large flakes and there was no wind. It was a
very peaceful, almost unreal, scene.
	"Woah, this is golden!" Justin said with awe.
	"It's not like you've never seen SNOW." Terry almost laughed.
	"Yeah, but we didn't get much in Memphis when I was a kid,
and from twelve on I basically lived in Orlando. And you know how
much it snows there."
	"I love it when it's like this, so quiet with the snow muffling
the sounds, and almost no traffic." Terry sighed.
	"Yeh, it's cool."
	They walked side-by-side down the deserted sidewalk for a
minute or so. Then on impulse, Terry stuck his left hand in Justin's
right coat pocket and clasped his hand. Justin looked over at him in
surprise, then glanced around as if to see if anyone noticed.
	"It's okay -- this is Dupont Circle: gay central. Two guys can
actually hold hands here and no one cares... unless you don't like
holding hands." He added tentatively.
	"Naw, it's cool wit me, but hold on." Justin pulled out their
hands and took off both their gloves, then clasped Terry's hand again
before putting them in his pocket. "That's better." He grinned, giving
Terry's hand a little squeeze.
	"Yeah, that is better." Terry returned the smile, then playfully
bumped shoulders with the blond.
	The little grocery store was bustling with people, and at first
Justin looked around like a frightened animal caught in the bright
fluorescent lights. He kept putting his head down and trying to hide
behind Terry.
	His insecurities taking charge, at first Terry thought that
maybe Justin was embarrassed to be seen with him, an older guy.
But then the designer realized what was going on. "Uh, no teenage
girls here, man!" He whispered with a little smirk. "Though I'm sure
there are some guys here who would recognize you, I don't THINK
any of them will squeal and try to rip your shirt off. Although, I kind
of like that idea..."
	"Quit dat, man!" Justin shot him a dirty look. "You don't know
what it's like with those girls! They can be like a mob of piranhas!"
	Even as he said that, a twenty-something guy with a shopping
basket walked by and gave Justin a look. At first it was just
appreciative, then his eyes opened a little wider for a second. Then
he quickly looked away and hurried into the next aisle.
	Terry and Justin turned the corner and caught the man
whispering to another; they both tried -- without much success -- to
check out Justin without being obvious. The singer nodded at them
coolly. They tried to act nonchalant and nodded back. He had been
recognized.
	"Didn't know I had a lot of guy fans older than me -- or guy
fans period." Justin whispered.
	"Hate to break this to you, kiddo, but you are a lot of gay mens'
fantasy boy. And here you are in a grocery store in the heart of the
DC gay ghetto. Tongues are a-wagging."
	"Man, we gotta get outta here!" Justin started to look scared
again.
	Terry sighed. This was part of what worried him. Justin was --
understandably -- concerned about being 'spotted' in a 'gay' place. It
wasn't as bad as a gay bar, but still... "Calm down. No one will believe
them. If anyone asks, say you're flattered but no you're not him."
	They got to the spices aisle and Justin picked out what he
wanted, then when they were at the meat counter another guy
looked over at them, then stared. Before they could move away, he
stepped over to Justin an touched him on the arm. "I'm really sorry
to bother you, but I couldn't help but notice that you looked an awful
lot like a celebrity. You aren't by any chance..."
	Justin started to smile his artificial for-the-fans smile and
opened his mouth, ready for a polite denial.
	"...Ryan Phillippe, the actor?"
	Justin's eyes went wide. "Uh, no I'm not!" He said, a little more
indignantly than he had planned.
	Terry tried to stifle a snicker. "He gets that a lot." He nodded to
the young man and took Justin by the arm.
	"'Ryan Phillippe!' Jeezus, I haven't heard that one in awhile."
Justin seemed disappointed. "'Ryan Phillippe!'" He curled his lip a
little. "He's not so great."
	"Well, he is pretty hot, great ass." Terry smiled. "And you do
look like him, kind of."
	Justin grabbed a package of hamburger and threw it in the
basket. "Let's blow this popsicle stand, man, before somebody thinks
I look like Nick Carter!"

----

	True to his word, Justin was a very good cook. While he took
over the kitchen, Terry finished packing, changed the bed, and made
a fire in the fireplace. They took their plates and ate in front of the
fire; Terry opened a bottle of wine, and though Justin said he didn't
drink, he agreed to a taste... or two.
	"It's okay I guess. I'd just as soon have a Coke." He shrugged,
then messily slurped a mouthful of spaghetti strands into his mouth.
	Terry just shook his head and smiled. Mature he might be in a
lot of ways, but Justin still ate like a five-year-old.
	When they were both stuffed, the blond took their dishes back
into the kitchen, then came back to lie down by the fire. Terry was
still sipping his wine, looking into the flames.
	"Everything okay?" Justin asked, gently running his fingers
over Terry's arm.
	Terry looked down at Justin, the blond's head resting on a
pillow, half his face illuminated in the flickering firelight as he
smiled contentedly back up. "Yeah." He smiled, "Perfect. Thank you
for dinner."
	"Welcome."
	The designer dipped a finger in his wine glass, reached down
and touched Justin at his Adam's apple. He ran a little shining trail
down into the hollow of his throat... down his open shirt along the
little furrow between his pectorals.
	"What are you doing?" Justin asked with a sleepy smile as
Terry dipped his finger again.
	But Terry only smiled back and rubbed his wet finger across
Justin's full lips, then over the center of his chin. Then he leaned
down and very tenderly kissed the blond once... again... their tongues
met and played gently, both tasting the wine. Terry began to kiss
and teasingly lick Justin's chin, his throat. The youth rolled his head
back with a little moan of pleasure, giving Terry full access to his
neck. The brunet's lips worked slowly lower, over his Adam's apple.
Then he came to the hollow of Justin's throat and lingered there,
kissing the tender flesh.
	Justin couldn't believe how this was turning him on. His chest
was heaving; he was already hard and tenting his borrowed boxers.
	Terry paused as he got down between Justin's pecs and he
raised his head to check on his lover.
	"Why did you stop man!?" Justin pleaded.
	Terry grinned, pleased that Justin was enjoying this apparently
as much as he was. He unbuttoned the blond's shirt and opened it.
"Just be still. I ran out of trail." He whispered, dipping his finger in
the wine again. He touched Justin's left nipple and made little circles
on the tiny brown dome. Justin gasped, his chest rising. Terry leaned
down and gently blew on the wet nipple, watching the goose bumps
rise on his smooth skin. The blond just whimpered and squirmed,
clutching at the pillow under him. Terry wet the other nipple, his
finger spiraling out as he admired the youth lying there in the dim
light. Then he ran his path down over Justin's ridged abs, right to the
waistband of his boxers. With an effort he managed to resist touching
Justin's obvious hardon poking up in the flannel.
	Then he flicked his tongue out over the little knob in the center
of Justin's left nipple, traced around it and over it. At the same time
he ran his hands over Justin's lean flanks, feeling his ribs through the
flesh.
	"Oh my god man! You're makin' me crazy!" Justin groaned. He
ran his fingers fitfully through Terry's black hair; his long legs
thrashed slowly, toes curling.
	Terry smiled at him again. "Good! I like you crazy. And you are
delicious with red wine, by the way." Then he went back to work,
nibbling and sucking on the sensitive puckered skin, driving Justin to
new heights of pleasure.
	"Hmmm, Terry...." Justin took the brunet's head in his hands
and guided him up so they could kiss. He pulled Terry down on top
of him, yanked his shirt off and brought their lips together with a
smile. "You are too money, man." He whispered between kisses.
	"You inspire me." Terry answered, a little embarrassed.
	But Justin held him tight, then rolled them together so he was
on top. Terry opened his legs to allow the blond to lie between them,
and they began to slowly grind their hips together. Justin's smile
faded to a look of concentration as he looked into Terry's eyes. Then
they kissed again, passionately this time, tongues battling for
territory as their hardons rubbed together in their boxers. The blond
began to make little whimpering sounds as Terry cupped his ass in
his hands and pulled them tighter together.
	Meanwhile Terry was breathing harder, consumed with desire
to have Justin again. "I want you..." he groaned between wet kisses.
He slid his hands inside the blond's boxers and pushed them down
onto his thighs.
	"Yeah, man..." The blond muttered, thrusting against Terry.
"You got me so worked up!" He in turn grabbed the waistband of
Terry's underwear and scooted them down. After some maneuvering
they were both naked, but the nearby fire kept them warm.
	Writhing together, they kissed and caressed each other
hungrily, until Terry pulled his head back. Breathlessly he asked
"Can we...?"
	Justin looked down at him, his jaw slack, his eyes dark with
desire. He paced his hand on Terry's chest and nodded once.
	Terry smiled, slid his hand under one of the cushions and
searched around for a moment.
	Justin smirked when he saw what had been hidden under
there. "You're prepared!" He whispered.
	"I was hoping." He reached down with his free hand and
stroked the blond's hardness. Justin levered himself up, took the
condom and lube and got himself ready.
	Terry laid back and smiled, watching Justin's concentrated
frown as he put the rubber on, then lubed himself. He leaned down
and -- without any warning -- took Terry's penis into his mouth,
sucking hard on the head.
	Terry let out a groan and reflexively rocked his hips up, so the
blond took the opportunity to slip a lubricated finger between
Terry's ass cheeks and up to his entrance... the brunet gasped as
Justin's finger slid inside him, the sensation incredibly pleasurable
combined with the eager job being done on his cock.
	The singer worked on him for many minutes, bringing him
close to orgasm before Terry made him stop. "How am I doing?" He
smiled crookedly.
	"Great, you sure learn fast!"
	"Good teacher I guess."
	As they were talking, Terry was urging Justin up. He took hold
of the blond's still-hard penis as Justin raised Terry's legs onto his
shoulders and scooted forward. He placed the head at Terry's hole
and looked up, waiting for permission. The brunet nodded and he
pushed gently.
	Terry sucked in a breath as Justin entered him, but he gripped
the blond's ass and wouldn't let him pull back. "It's okay, keep
going." He reassured.
	Justin eased in, closing his eyes as he was overwhelmed by the
intense pleasure. Deeper... until he was all the way in and he leaned
forward onto Terry. Then he looked down at his lover. "You okay?"
	"Great." The brunet sighed, enjoying the feeling of Justin inside
him, on top of him, the two of them joined so intimately. He raked his
fingers over the singer's back and Justin arched his back with a
groan, pushing a fraction deeper.
	"Oh, man." Terry whispered. "Kiss me." As he said it he pulled
the blond down, sucking his tongue into his mouth.
	Justin wrapped his arms around Terry and began rocking his
hips up and down, making them both grunt with pleasure. After a
while he leaned back so he could caress Terry's chest while
continuing with his slow rhythmic fuck. They stared into each other's
eyes for a long time, neither saying anything. At first Terry felt self-
conscious, but he couldn't break Justin's intense gaze. He couldn't
remember ever making love with someone like this before, eyes
locked together for so long, but the longer it went on the more
intense the feeling was. Justin pinched his nipples and he couldn't
hold back a little cry of pleasure. He squeezed Justin inside him and
got an answering moan as the blond leaned forward and pressed
their foreheads together.
	Justin tried to keep it slow but as he got closer he couldn't keep
from accelerating his pace, at the same time thrusting harder, digging
his toes into the carpet for traction. Terry encouraged him with
inarticulate sounds and his feverishly caressing hands.
	All too soon Justin felt himself getting close. "I'm... gonna cum."
He whispered between ragged breaths. Terry began to stroke himself
in time with Justin's thrusts. It only took a moment before he let out
a choked whimper and released a volley of cum over his stomach.
	Seeing this -- and feeling Terry tighten around his cock --
Justin moved even faster and within seconds he was cumming too,
gasping as he collapsed onto Terry's heaving chest.
	"My god." Justin mumbled, his body shuddering with the
aftershocks. "I love being with you. You're amazing, man."
	Terry kissed him gently on the neck and pulled him close. "So
are you."

----

	JC opened the door to his room to find Lance, walkman on his
belt, dancing around the room. His eyes were half-shut and his arms
waved in the air as he gyrated in circles. He was singing along in his
deep voice... "'Do you Be-lieve.... in life after love? Do you really think
you're strong enough?'"
	Josh leaned against the door frame, smiling to himself as he
watched his boyfriend getting all crazy, thinking no one was
watching. Lance really could dance when he wanted to, though he did
look like a big ol' gay boy.
	"'I need time... to move on... I need love that feels strong...'" Just
as Lance was doing a series of sexy little hip thrusts with his hands
in the air, he opened his eyes and saw Josh watching him. "Hey!" He
immediately went beet-red and cut off his walkman. "How long were
you spying on me?" He demanded indignantly.
	"Just a minute or so. You were so cute I didn't want to interrupt
you! What was it that got you going?"
	"Um, Cher." Lance said quietly.
	JC burst out laughing. "Cher! I love it! Oh... I remember now,
they played it at Mannequins the other night, her new single,
'Believe', right? It was a fun song, very disco. Not your usual fare,
though, country boy." He said, walking slowly up to Lance and
putting his hands on his hips.
	"Well, sometimes I like to do other stuff than two-step and our
pop-lock gyrations." The blond said with a little pout.
	JC slid his hands down over Lance's butt. "Other stuff, like
what?" He asked huskily as he pulled their hips together.
	"Ohhhh, I dunno." Lance tried to sound conversational but his
voice was already shaking with anticipation. "I like horseback riding,
I like to jetski, play... uhhh!... video games...." he recited his stock
interview answers.
	Lance groaned as Josh slid his hand between them and began
to massage the blond's hardening dick. "Video games, sure." JC
whispered. "I think I found your joystick."
	"You are so bad." Lance moaned, making no attempt to move
away.
	"You like me bad, don't you, baby." JC squeezed Lance's thick
cock through his pants.
	"I like you any way you want to be." Lance answered as he
wrapped his arms around JC and looked up into his pale blue eyes,
his expression serious. "And by the way, Joshua Chasez, I don't think
I've told you today... I love you."
	JC felt a shiver pass through his body. He surrendered his grip
on Lance's manhood and he closed his eyes, for a moment unable to
bear his lover's intense gaze.
	"What?" Lance asked quietly, worry in his voice. "Did I do
something wrong?"
	"No, no of course not." JC opened his eyes again and shook his
head slowly. "I just... Sometimes I still can't believe this..." He
returned Lance's gentle embrace. "I've known you for years, lived
with you. And now, it's the best of both worlds. You're my friend I
know so well, but you're this new, wonderful..." JC paused for a
minute and looked away again, trying to find the words. Then he
smiled. "People -- guys especially I guess -- seem afraid to say what
they feel; scared of being hurt or looking foolish I guess. But you, my
handsome James, are not afraid to say it, to say 'I love you', and
every time you do I know you mean it. And it gets me every time. I
hope that never changes." Then he leaned in slowly and pulled Lance
into a tender kiss, the first of many...
	They just stood and held each other for a long time.
	When they finally parted with a little sigh, Lance smiled, "See,
you're not so bad after all."
	JC cocked an eyebrow. "We'll see about 'bad'!" He stepped away
from Lance only long enough to lock the door.
	When he turned around, Lance was already backing away
warily, smiling but with his hands out defensively. "No tickling,
please!" Lance begged.
	JC grinned and stepped towards him slowly, his movements
fluid like a big cat. "You know you love it."
	"Noooo..." Lance shook his head, still backing away. Then he
bumped against the bed. He was trapped. "Please, Josh!" He whined.
	But JC was not deterred. He lunged forward, his fingers
extended towards Lance's midsection. He darted past the blond's
pitiful defense, grabbed him under the arms and flung him onto his
back on the bed.
	Lance tried to fight but JC was simply to fast and agile for him.
He was quickly reduced to a giggling, quivering mess, curled up in a
fetal position while JC continued to jab playfully at his stomach and
underarms. "Josh! Please" He begged, gasping for air, tears streaming
down his cheeks. "I give up! Uncle!!"
	"Okay, Scoop, I'll stop." JC said softly. He took Lance by the
shoulder and pulled gently.
	Lance allowed himself to be rolled onto his back but he still
looked warily at JC as the lean brunet climbed up to straddle him.
"No tricks." He said in a little-boy voice.
	"No, no tricks." JC took Lance's wrists and gently pulled his
arms over his head. He was tempted to make one last attack, but
Lance was looking up at him _so_ trustingly he just couldn't. He
scooted down so they were even and ground his hips against Lance's,
still holding his arms up. The blond's chest was heaving under him as
he leaned down and gave him a little kiss on his smooth cheek. JC's
face, by contrast, had a serious 5 o'clock shadow.
	"Ohhh, Josh." Lance sighed.
	"See, you do like it when I'm bad." JC whispered in his ear.
	"I like it when it's over!" Lance said with a little laugh. Then he
rocked his hips up to meet JC's. Both of them were getting hard.
"What time is it?"
	"Why?" JC asked, squirming provocatively against his lover.
	"I was wondering how late it was. If we had time to..." His voice
trailed off, but he answered JC's grinding with another hip-thrust.
	JC raised his head, at the same time sliding his hands up so his
fingers intertwined with Lance's. Looking into the blond's eyes, he
spread Lance's legs with his own and began to thrust rhythmically
against his crotch. "There's always time for that," he said huskily,
enjoying the look of pure lust now on the blond's face.
	Lance gripped JC's hands and wrapped his strong legs around
the taller boy's so he could match his movements. Neither said a
word, but their eyes remained locked as they ground their hips
together, strong young bodies straining, as if they could become one
through force of will and muscle. Through their clothes each could
feel the other's hard cock fighting against its confinement. Their
breathing grew more labored, their skin sheened with sweat, but
neither seemed inclined -- or perhaps able -- to release the other.
	Finally Lance fell back gasping, still holding JC but unable to
keep up while supporting his lover's weight. "We might make more
progress if we got undressed." He sighed.
	"You turn me on even fully dressed, baby." JC growled
playfully. Then he leaned down and began kissing Lance's neck,
sucking and gently biting the taut skin.
	"Oh god..." Lance moaned. He tore his hands away from JC's and
roughly pulled the brunet's shirt up, then slid his hands up over his
back. In response, JC bit a little harder and thrust against Lance
again. "Ahhh, Josh..." Lance's fingers dug into JC's lean back. "Josh...
fuck me." He whispered.
	JC's head snapped up in surprise and he looked down at Lance.
	The blond was smiling coyly up at him. "Oops. Said a bad word.
You gonna punish me?"
	JC smiled evilly. "Now who's bad? I'm gonna give you just what
you ask for, you naughty boy." Not wasting any time, he began
unbuttoning Lance's shirt. Lance started in on JC, and in a flurry of
flying clothes, they were down to their underwear.
	Lance propped up some pillows at the headboard and laid back
down on the bed spread-eagle.
	"Sexy boxer-briefs Mister Bass." JC said, crawling on top of him
as he admired his gray Tommy undies.
	"Your Abercrombie boxers are cute also Mister Chasez, but
there seems to be something poking out..." He wrapped his hand
around JC's hardon, which had found its way through the front flap.
	"Ohhh." JC sighed and closed his eyes as Lance began to stroke
his cock. "That's nice."
	The blond gently pulled on him until he was straddling Lance's
chest, then he guided JC's cock into his mouth.
	"Mmm, even nicer." JC grinned, watching as Lance sucked more
of his hardness into his mouth.
	Sliding a hand up one leg of the boxers, Lance fondled JC's balls
while eagerly sucking and licking on the pulsing cockhead.
	"Ohhh, god!" JC cradled Lance's head while he sucked, enjoying
the tingles racing over his body. But he didn't let Lance continue for
too long before he pulled back and scooted down the bed. With a
smile, he helped Lance out of his underwear, slipped out of his own
and laid down on top of him.
	"Hey handsome." Lance smiled up as JC toyed with his hair.
	"Hey yourself." Josh smiled and wiggled his hips.
	"Something wrong? Lance's smile faded when JC showed no
sign of moving further.
	"No, just enjoying our being alone together." The taller youth's
smile almost looked a little sad. "We won't have a lot of private time
pretty soon. Even in our hotel rooms, you know we'll be exhausted,
and the bodyguards will be all over the place keeping fans out."
	"Yeah, you're right." Lance sighed.
	Then JC leaned down and kissed him... at first lightly then
becoming more forceful, his tongue entering Lance's mouth, where
the blond sucked on it hungrily, turning him on even more. He
pushed Lance's legs apart and felt his cock slip down between the
blond's legs. For awhile they just made out together, naked on his
bed, but finally the teasing sensations on his dick were too much for
JC.  He fumbled for the lube, then slid his hand up under Lance's
large balls, fingering his hole.
	"Ohhh, yeah Josh." Lance groaned in his deep voice.
	JC pushed one, then two fingers inside Lance's tight sphincter,
getting him ready to take his cock. If the sounds he was making were
any indication, Lance was soon more than ready. Without any more
delay, JC moved up and eased the head of his penis into Lance. He
watched the blond's expression to make sure he wasn't hurting him.
but all he saw was a glazed expression of lust as he pushed in.
	Lance let out a long low moan as JC went in him deeper and
deeper, his manhood stroking against Lance's prostate. "Man I love
you inside me." He whispered as Josh leaned down over him.
	"No place I'd rather be." JC said with a little smirk.
	"I love you... ugh!" Lance murmured, his declaration punctuated
as JC thrust into him the rest of the way.
	"I love you too, James." JC smiled.
	"Then giddeup!"Lance said with a laugh.

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	Terry woke in the darkness, momentarily disoriented. He
looked up and saw only the dim glow of a nearby streetlight filtering
through the blanket of snow on his skylights... he was home. Then he
realized that Justin was beside him, his back to Terry's chest. For a
moment of muddled thought he imagined them living here together
as a couple, not having to go anywhere. Then suddenly all of
yesterday's life-changing events slammed back into his memory. The
complex reality rebuilt itself: they were on borrowed time here in DC.
	While trying not to wake the singer, Terry gingerly draped his
arm over Justin, then pulled them a little closer together; it was less
a sexual than an affectionate gesture, and a need to touch. Terry felt
the youth snuggle back into his embrace and smiled to himself. He
knew it wasn't very macho, but he loved just holding Justin while he
slept, feeling the warmth of his body, the slow, steady thump of his
heart, even the faint scent of his skin. It made everything real, and it
reassured him.
	He knew somehow that these moments alone were very
precious. Soon he would be competing with Justin's best friends, his
managers and thousands of fans for his attention. What was he
getting into?
	Then he felt Justin move again, and a hand closed gently over
his. "I wish I could just stay here with you." The singer said sleepily,
as if reading Terry's mind and sharing his desire. "I feel... safe here.
Safe and away from everything that makes me... different."
	"Different?"
	"You'll see." Justin's voice took on an edge, and he held Terry's
hand a little tighter. The guys say I change when we are on tour. In
public it's like I put up a shield. I guess I do -- we all do, kinda, but
you hafta. Life is weird on tour. And you'll be meeting Lonnie."
	"Who?"
	"My bodyguard."
	For a minute Terry was speechless. He knew they had
bodyguards and had met a couple of them on the Hawaii trip, but
hadn't really given it a lot of thought, since they had pretty much
hung back. There was something scary about some hulking man
between him and Justin.
	"Yah, it'll take him some time to get used to you. He's real
protective of me. It will probably freak him a little when I explain
that I have a boyfriend!" Justin gave a little laugh. "He'll be jealous I
think."
	"I hope he won't be sleeping with us!" Terry tried to say it
lightly, but he couldn't keep the tension out of his voice.
	Sensing something, Justin twisted in Terry's embrace so he was
facing him. He placed his long-fingered hand gently on the brunet's
cheek. "No, but believe me, he won't be far away. It's his job to
protect me, and more than once he has literally kept be from getting
hurt by a mob."
	"That's kind of creepy."
	Justin sighed. "It is sometimes. And it's getting worse. One of
the reasons the five of us guys spend so much time together is that...
we don't have a lot of other real friends any more -- especially me.
People I used to think were friends now are just people who want
something. Everybody wants something from us." His voice cracked
and he blinked. Terry thought he could see tears welling in Justin's
eyes in the dim light. "That's another way you're special." He smiled
crookedly. "You actually tried to get away from me! Nobody does
that!"
	"I'm sorry." Terry pulled the young man to him. "I guess I
never thought about how it must be hard for you guys."
	"You get used to it. There are times, for just a minute, I wish I'd
gone to high school, had a normal life now, but still... I wouldn't, I
couldn't trade this. It sounds corny, but I do love those four guys like
brothers. I'd do anything for them." Justin murmured. "And then you
walk into my life and help me wake up and see a big part of who I
am."
	"Well, it seems like Lance and JC had a lot to do with that."
Terry said hesitantly.
	"Sure." Justin gave a little shrug. "But I hope I've proved that
it's you I like being with... like this." He smiled and sniffled a little.
	Terry reached over Justin and got him a Kleenex from the
bedside. "You have. Now I hope you haven't caught a cold from my
weather."
	"Nah, just gettin' all girly and weepy."
	"Hey there's nothing girly about showing some emotion. At
least I hope not, god knows I've been doing it enough lately." Terry
rubbed Justin's shoulder as the blond noisily blew his nose. "I like it
that you care."
	"Well, you probably won't see it again for awhile. Like I said,
on tour you have to kind of pull back. You're putting on a smile mask
all the time."
	"I hope you can take that mask off for me."
	"I'll try... I will. But let's not talk about it no more." He turned
around and spooned back into Terry again with a contented sigh.
"Now it's jus' you an' me, so let's enjoy it."
	"Okay, babe." Terry put his arm around Justin again and pulled
him as close as he could, wishing he could never let him go. But at
the same time he was worried. This young man in his arms had a
very complex life that he was only beginning to understand, and he
knew it wasn't going to be easy finding a place in that life. And
Justin's talk about how he was 'different' on tour wasn't very
reassuring either. Terry started to feel that fear again, the self-doubt.
His heart was beating faster, and it was suddenly more difficult to
breathe... was he making a mistake? Sure Justin said he cared for
him now -- and maybe he really did -- but when would he get tired
of a boring old computer geek, with so many other young, beautiful
people vying for his attention every day? Maybe Justin was gay and
the 12 year old girls were no threat, but there were a lot of young
guys out there who were in love with Justin TImberlake too...
	"You're not sleepin, Terry." Justin whispered.
	"Neither are you." The brunet answered, barely getting the
words out.
	Justin pulled away, scaring Terry until he realized the teenager
was just turning around again. Then Justin put a lean arm over
Terry, pulled him close and kissed him very tenderly.
	Terry closed his burning eyes and sighed, but he was trembling
and he knew Justin could feel it.
	"Wassup wit dis? Are you trying to make me feel better by
cryin' too?" Justin asked.  Then he added softly, "I messed you up
with my talk 'bout Lonnie, and me actin' different, didn't I?"
	"I messed myself up. I just can't get over... you... I guess." Terry
felt the tears start to flow. He was angry at himself, and that only
seemed to make it worse.
	Justin gingerly dabbed at the tears with his thumb. "Would it
help if I told you how incredible you make me feel, how this day
with you has been... one of the happiest of my life?"
	Terry looked at him sharply, as if he found such a statement
hard to believe.
	"No lie man. And I don't just mean the... the, you know..." He
smiled shyly and looked away.
	"The sex part?" Terry volunteered, sliding his arm around
Justin, caressing his lean body under the t-shirt. He was starting to
feel better. It was hard to believe that he had really made Justin that
happy, but maybe it was true.
	"Yeah man, that was... incredible too. But just walkin' together,
holding hands was cool. Talkin'... like we are now. It's different than
talkin' to the guys. It's all new, but it feels right, like I'll never get
tired of it."
	"You're pretty smooth, you know that." Terry smirked.
	But in answer Justin fiercely pulled their bodies together, and
when Terry looked into his eyes he saw an intensity... Then Justin
kissed him -- hard. He rolled on top of Terry and thrust almost
roughly against him before breaking the passionate kiss. "Smooth
ain't got nuthin to do with this, man!" He gasped. "You believe me,
dammit!"
	"Okay!" Terry was taken by surprise by this outburst. Justin
almost seemed angry with him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that
way!"
	The blond relaxed and settled on top of him. "I know. I just
want to get it through your thick head how strong I feel about you."
He looked down into Terry's eyes, his expression... the designer could
only describe it as tenderness.
	"You showed me." Terry smiled and hugged Justin tightly,
finally allowing himself to accept it.
	The blond rested his head on Terry's chest. "Good! Now mebbe
we can sleep. We gotta get up in a coupla hours."
	"I know. But I'm glad we can talk to each other like this."
	"Yah."
	"I dunno if I can sleep though. I'm nervous about seeing
everyone again."
	"When I can't sleep yah know what I do?" Justin whispered.
	"What?"
	"I sing to myself."
	"That's so cute it's kind of sickening."
	"Oh thanks, see if I sing for you!"
	"I'm sorry."
	"Now you have to ask."
	"Justin... would you sing to me... please?" He caressed Justin's
back and neck.
	"Well... okay."  He cleared his throat and began to sing very
softly...


	"You'll never know... what you've done for me.
	What your faith in me... has done for my soul.
	You'll never know... the gift you've given me...
	I'll carry it with me...."

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To be continued...

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