Date: Sat, 14 Aug 1999 11:10:07 EDT
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: NSYNC-lance-n-jc part 8

'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC

CHAPTER EIGHT

	
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 or anyone else (but we can dream). If you are under
18, or are offended by graphic depictions of homosexual relationships,
please go back now.

Story content copyright Copyright 1999 T. Kevin.

lictor (at) aol (dot) com

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"You taught me to run,
you taught me to fly,
you taught me to free the me inside..."

Hey! Be sure to check out the new 'N Sync video "Music of My Heart" with
Gloria Estefan on VH1 and the Box!  It's a very beautiful ballad, and right
at the very very end (usually edited out on MTV), Lance and JC turn and
give each other a big, sweet hug!

Kevin

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As Lance slowly returned to wakefulness, he became aware of Josh's warm
body pressed against his back and his arm around him. He smiled and let out
a little sigh. He couldn't imagine any better way to wake up than with
JC. He shifted slightly and the arm tightened possessively around him.
	"Did you sleep well, James?" JC asked sleepily, then kissed him on
the back of the neck.
	"Very well, thank you." He scooted back against Josh.
	"Hmm, be careful or you're going to make me horny." JC teased,
squirming his hips against Lance.
	"Oh?" Lance snickered and deliberately pushed back a little harder.
	"Mmmmm baby." JC groaned, and he slid his hand down to Lance's flat
stomach.
	Lance shivered as JC's fingertips slid under the waistband of his
shorts. His cock was already growing upwards. "Wait!" He whimpered and sat
up.
	"What's wrong?" JC frowned.
	"Nothing." Lance patted him on the cheek. "I have to brush my
teeth. I don't want you to kiss me with this breath." He clapped his hand
over his mouth comically.
	"Well, I better brush mine too!" JC sprang out of the bed and ran
after Lance. "But my toothbrush is in my room."
	Lance produced one from a little basket on the counter. "They have
all kinds of stuff in there."
	"Do they have scented body oils?" JC smirked.
	"I don't think so." Lance blushed.
	They stood side-by side. JC noticed how methodical Lance was;
typical!
	"You're not going to floss not too, are you?" He teased around a
mouthful of toothpaste.
	Lance rolled his eyes. "I GUESS I can wait!"
	"I'm just teasing." He bumped hips with Lance. "This will sound
stupid, but it's even fun doing this with you."
	"Yeah," Lance agreed shyly, briefly flashing his gleaming
teeth. "It kinda is."
	"Now let's go back to bed!" JC grabbed him around the waist and
hauled him back to the king- sized bed. They tumbled in and JC rolled on
top. He leaned down and kissed Lance, as the blond boy pulled him down and
slid his tongue into JC's mouth. "Mmm, minty fresh."
	They kissed and caressed each other, each sensing the mutual desire
to go slow and easy. They had all day, and this might be the last day off
they had together for a long time. Eventually, though, their hands strayed
to each other's crotch, fondling their hardons through the clingy fabric of
their briefs.
	"Mmmm, you are sooo sexy!" JC growled into Lance's ear, at the same
time sliding his hand up and down over Lance's huge erection.
	"Ohhh god." Lance was so horny he could barely speak. "You make me
crazy!"
	JC loved to feel Lance tremble with desire, and the poor blond was
shivering uncontrollably as his hand slid down the back of Lance's boxer
briefs to cup his perfect round ass. Lance bucked up and JC wasted no time
yanking the shorts down to his knees. Josh didn't think he would ever stop
being amazed at the length and girth of Lance's manhood. 'And one of these
days, I want him to make love to me with that beautiful thing -- even if it
kills me.' He thought with a mixture of anticipation and
apprehension. Their eyes met briefly and JC smiled before sliding down so
his face was inches from Lance's pulsing cock. He ran his tongue lightly up
the underside of it, flicking his tongue-tip right at the sensitive spot at
the base of the glans.
	Lance tensed up all over and let out a long shuddering
groan. "Ohhh, JC you are so wonderful."
	JC took the head in his mouth and grasped the thick base, scooping
a drop of precum out of the slit with his tongue. The blond opened his
legs, then gently held JC's head in his hands, whimpering like a child. The
lean singer managed to take more than half of Lance's cock in his throat
before starting to choke, then pumped the shaft with his hand while he
sucked on the swelling mushroom head. Then he alternated with licking
Lance's balls in their tight wrinkled sack and working his way down to his
ass crack again. He continued this for many minutes, working Lance into a
frenzy.
	"Mmm, that feels so nice!" Lance groaned, squirming on the covers.
	"What do you want?" JC asked.
	"Please... do me." Lance whispered hesitantly.
	"Say it, James." JC said with a little smirk, then slowly pumped
Lance's cock a few times.
	"Please..." Lance whispered.
	"Ask for it, James." He said evenly, now placing a finger teasingly
at Lance's puckered hole.
	Lance screwed his eyes shut. "Fuck me! Fuck me please!" He wailed.
	"That's my Scoop." JC smiled, climbing back up so he was even with
his lover. He gave Lance a quick smooch on the lips before he pulled a
small tube of KY from the night stand.
	Lance opened his eyes. "You are terrible, you know that?" He
pouted.
	"I know. But you are so cute and embarrassed when you ask to be
fucked, I can't resist!" As he said it, he smeared some of the cool jelly
around Lance's ass ring.
	"What's that stuff?  Ohhhh.... godddd." The blond shivered.
	"Joey told me about it -- no surprise there -- it should be better
than hand lotion." JC grinned, then freed his own aching cock from his
briefs and crawled between Lance's muscled legs. He smeared some KY on his
own penis and pushed Lance's legs up. "Ready?"
	Lance nodded, looking up at JC with an expression of trust..
	The tall boy aimed his cockhead at the tiny hole and pushed.
	Lance tried to relax, but his ass involuntarily resisted at
first. He grunted in pain.
	"Sorry, baby." JC frowned.
	"It's okay, try again." Lance smiled, then reached up to caress
JC's smooth chest.
	Josh pushed again more gently, and in a moment his mushroom head
popped in. Both youths groaned from the intense feeling. JC placed Lance's
ankles onto his shoulders, and began to ease further in.
	"Oh... my... god..." Lance rumbled as more and more of JC's seven
inches entered his ass.
	"Yesss, Lance you are so wonderful!" JC gasped from the unmatched
pleasure of the blond youth's tight ass. He fought to go slowly, to not
force his hard rod in all the way. He wanted Lance to enjoy this too.
	But it was Lance who reached over to cup JC's muscled ass and pull
him deeper. "I love you inside me, Josh!" He said as JC's cock slid all the
way into his spasming ass. It ached, but already the pain was changing to
that burning pleasure. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" He groaned. His hands slid up,
fingers digging into JC's back.
	"God you are such a hot guy!" JC grunted. He pulled partway out and
eased back in... almost cumming from that one thrust. "Ohhh baby!" He
leaned down to kiss Lance, their tongues fencing feverishly.
	Lance gasped for breath as JC resumed a slow fuck, dragging his
cock almost all the way out and easing it back in. He reached between them
to pump Lance's throbbing dick with his KY-slick hand.
	 "...Love you man... so much..." Lance moaned, smiling up at JC
through half-closed eyes. His hands roamed over JC's body as the taller boy
began to speed his pumping fuck.
	The blond writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations
flooding his brain. Every time Joshua's long dick hit bottom it raked his
prostate, causing a wave of incredible pleasure to course through him. His
cock was dripping precum with every thrust. Tears formed at the corners of
his eyes from the sheer intensity of it.
	At the same time, JC was fighting to hold back his orgasm. He
watched as his glistening rod moved in and out of his lover's spasming
hole, then looked at Lance's face. His eyes were glazed over, his head
rolling from side to side. He moaned in a delirium of lust as he cupped
JC's hard pecs and tweaked his nipples. 'My sweet, shy, innocent Lance --
who would have thought he would be such a wonderfully unrestrained lover!'
By sheer will-power he kept from cumming as he fucked in long slow strokes
and pistoned Lance's throbbing cock with his hand, determined to pleasure
him as long as he could.
	And the blond grunted his approval with every thrust, his hands
moving over Josh's sweat-coated body, his ass squeezing JC's penis every
time it fully penetrated.
	JC held out as long as he could, but all too soon he felt his
orgasm closing in. He began to accelerate his pace, pushing Lance's legs
further back, allowing his cock to plumb even greater depths of the younger
boy's aching love tunnel.
	Lance cried out and suddenly his massive cock exploded in a geyser
of cum. The first shot splattered his face, then as JC pumped him, the next
few sprayed his chest and stomach as he made little gasping noises. At the
same time, Lance's ass contracted around JC's tingling cock and he couldn't
hold back any longer. He made a few short thrusts into his lover and let
loose with his own spurting load deep into Lance's guts.
	Still panting, Lance smiled up at JC in satisfaction and willed his
ass to milk the other boy's sensitive cock a few more times. JC convulsed
from the feeling, then carefully pulled back out. He gently lowered Lance's
legs and only then collapsed, dripping with sweat, onto his lover.
	"Hmmmm, every time gets better, Joshua!" Lance gasped. "You are
incredible."
	"I want it to keep on getting better, baby." JC whispered in his
ear. "I want every time between us to be special.  Mmm, you got something
on your face..." He proceeded to lick Lance's cum off his cheeks and
chin. "Even your cum tastes sweet, James, why is that? Mine is kinda
salty."
	"I dunno." Lance looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. "You
don't have to do that."
	In answer JC looked down at him and furrowed his brows. "Don't be
going all bashful on me now." He stroked Lance's sensitive, semi-hard cock.
	"Ooooh! S-sstop that!" Lance shuddered.
	"Oh all right." JC relented with a smile, then sprawled over
him. But he couldn't resist running a finger teasingly around one of
Lance's little nipples.
	"Mmmm!" Lance sighed, finally closing his hand over JC's to stop
him. He felt the heavy bracelet -- his gift -- on Josh's wrist. "I love
you, but you have to stop that before I have a stroke or something. I think
I can only take so much pleasure before I have an overload!"
	JC looked into Lance's dreamy eyes. "What a way to go, huh? But
then I would hate to have to explain that to the rest of the guys -- not to
mention Johnny and Lou. 'Sorry guys, I killed Lance with too much sex.'
	The blond blushed but he also started to giggle.
	JC started to tickle Lance along his flanks.
	"Noo, please!" He begged. "You know I'm ticklish!"
	"And the headlines on MTV News," JC persisted, "With dour old Kurt
Loder trying to keep a straight face: "Lance Bass of 'N Sync was found in
an embarrassing position with group-mate JC Chasez yesterday. Doctors say
he apparently died of a sex overload.'"
	They both started rolling around on the bed laughing
uncontrollably.
	Then Lance suddenly sat up, a stricken look on his face. He
clutched at his heart. "JC... I--I...."  And he fell over on the bed, eyes
glazed, not breathing.
	"Oh stop it!" JC rolled over to him.
	Lance didn't move, even when Josh touched his face. He stared
unseeing into space.
	"This isn't funny!" JC said plaintively.
	"Yes it is!" Lance's face and body came back to life and he sat up
again. "Scared yah."
	"Oh god don't ever do that again!" JC glared at him.
	"So you really do care about me." Lance smiled and crawled up next
to his lover and wrapped his arms around him.
	"Of course I do." He said seriously. "I can't believe I fell for
that, but baby you had me terrified for a second there." He looked up
earnestly. "I love you; it would kill me if anything happened to you."
	"I'm sorry." Lance frowned.
	"It's okay," JC hugged him tight. "Just don't EVER do it again!"
	They laid together cuddling for awhile before Lance murmured, "We
should get up. We're meeting the other guys for breakfast downstairs at
10."
	"I hope Justin is in a better mood."
	"Me too." Lance sighed.

	In another part of the resort, Terry woke and rolled over in his
bed. He was alone. Where was Justin? He felt a pang of anxiety and sat
up. 'Maybe he's in the bathroom...no. Damn here it goes. He ran away from
you already; couldn't spend the night even though you didn't even do
anything!' Terry wandered around the room, angry at himself for letting
this get to him. 'What do you expect, he's only 18 and he's just coming
out. Now he'll probably try to act like nothing happened between you. Might
as well prepare yourself. He flopped down on the chair in front of his
desk, fighting back tears. "Oh dammit, now you're gonna cry over this kid!'
He thought angrily.
	Then he noticed that his laptop was open and there was a note lying
on the keyboard that had been printed on his portable inkjet...

	Hey Terry --
	I didn't want to wake you. Had to bolt to my room --
	didn't want the guys to think stuff at least not yet!
	You are a way money guy I had a great time hope
	you did too. Thanks for being with me.  :-)
	Call me when you wake up ok?
	For Breakfast?
	
	Peace!
	Your Friend Justin

	Terry slumped back and allowed himself to breathe again. 'Oh man
you've got it real bad. Well, he still likes you, that's something.' He
tried not to read too much into the note, but he still couldn't keep
himself for going straight for the phone. 'Good thing I remember his room
number since he didn't think to write it on here and I'm sure he's not
listed at the front desk.' As it rang he thought about the fact that Justin
obviously was pretty smart since he had remembered everything about opening
a document and printing it, and even remembering about little
internet-style smiley faces. His grammar was atrocious of course...
	"Yo!" Justin answered. The TV was blaring in the background.
	"Hey, it's Terry."
	"Hey you got my note sleepyhead! I been up since eight!"
	"Yeah, thanks. I had a good time too, I was kinda worried I did
something wrong when you were gone this morning."
	"I know man I'm sorry, but you understand right?"
	"Yeah I do, it's cool."
	"So as soon as we get the lovebirds out of bed we're gonna have
breakfast on the south deck restaurant, you wanna come with?"
	"Are you sure it's okay? I don't want to be a sixth wheel or
something."
	Justin laughed. "No man, you can help keep me from feeling like the
third wheel when JC and Lance get all gooey."
	"Are they that bad huh?"
	"I guess not. But if you're there I won't even notice."
	"What a sweet-talker you are. When do we eat?"
	"Ten." See you there!"
	Terry saw himself in the mirror as he hung up the phone and was
embarrassed to realize he had a stupid grin on his face. "Uh-oh, not the
stupid love grin." He muttered. Then he saw the clock and realized he'd
better hustle if he was going to be dressed and downstairs by ten.
	He stripped and jumped in the shower. As the warm water sprayed
over him, he started thinking about Justin's hot young body, wondering what
he looked like nude... he wasn't ripped but he was lean and had some nice
definition... Terry realized that he was starting to get a hardon thinking
about the hunky teenager and that this line of thinking was a mistake. He
soaped himself up quickly, but he couldn't get his mind off Justin's form,
and what he could make out through his tight wifebeater and those clingy
boxer- briefs. His cute little ass... 'Damn! I guess I'm gonna have to deal
with this after all!'

---

	"Where yah been? We were about to order!" Justin asked as Terry
slumped into the open chair next to him.
	"I, uh, had to take care of something." Terry felt himself
blushing.
	"Data's coo'.  Well, you know everybody of course." Justin gestured
with his menu towards the other four guys. Joey was on Justin's other side;
Chris, JC and Lance were facing them. Lance, sitting opposite Terry, smiled
and nodded. JC seemed kind of cool to him. Chris said 'hi' without looking
up and Joey made a point of shaking his hand and smiling. Terry tried not
to stare at Lance, but he was always drawn to the blond boy's elfin
features... and those pale green eyes. He wondered if Lance and JC were
having sex... He clenched his teeth and told himself it was none of his
business what they did.
	"Hey, I said what are you havin, man?" Justin prodded him.
	"Oh, sorry!" Terry smiled at the waitress. "I'll have two eggs,
scrambled, bacon, hash browns, coffee and OJ."
	"Oink oink!" Justin laughed as the waitress left. "Strap on the
feedbag!"
	"And what are you having, smartass?"  Terry smirked. Out of the
corner of his eye he saw JC look at him disapprovingly. 'Note to self: no
using language even close to swearing around JC in public.'  He already
felt like JC was the disapproving father who didn't want young Justin
dating the wrong kind of guy.  He didn't notice Lance lean over a moment
later and whisper in JC's ear "Hey, go easy; give him a chance. Justin
likes him."
	Terry was on his best behavior the rest of the meal, though he felt
a little trapped between Lance's hypnotic gaze and Justin's playful
antics. The latter boy kept pressing his knee against Terry's or poking him
in the ribs.
	"So what's on the agenda for the rest of the day?" Chris asked
around a mouthful of pancakes.  "There's not much else on the Big Island is
there?"

	"There's that big telescope; I'd like to see that." Lance
suggested.
	"Oh yeah, the Keck!" Terry agreed. "That would be cool."
	Everyone else looked at them like they were from Mars. "What a
couple of geeks you guys are!"  Chris snorted.
	"There's a rain forest tour." Joey suggested, shuffling through a
bunch of brochures.
	"I'm glad SOMEONE has stepped in to be the organized one!" Chris
said, looking pointedly at JC and Lance.
	"We could just lay out and chill." Justin said plaintively.
	"There's time for the rain forest and catching some rays, I think,
but the telescope is a long way away. Sorry, astronomers." He smiled at
Justin and Terry.
	"Okay, let's hit it!" JC stood up.
	Joey made the arrangements and soon they were climbing along a
trail under a beautiful green canopy. Their guide pointed out numberless
colorful birds and other wildlife, keeping them busy with their
cameras. Joey and Terry were getting everything on their camcorders. It got
warm even under the trees; JC and Justin stripped down to their wife
beaters.
	At one point they were climbing along an uneven spot and Terry
started to lose his balance. Justin reached out to catch him, but they both
tumbled onto a bed of ferns. "You okay?" Terry asked, his arms around
Justin.
	"Yeah, you?" Justin said between giggles. "Guess that didn't work
the way I planned."
	"This isn't bad, though." Terry smiled and gave Justin a quick peck
on the cheek before helping him up. He let his fingers trail over Justin's
smooth skin, so tight under his lean muscles, as they parted.
	"You guys be careful." There was JC, glaring at them.
	As much as Terry admired Joshua Chasez, this was starting to get on
his nerves. They were headed towards a confrontation -- something he could
never have imagined even a few days ago. Whether it was rational or not, he
had idolized these guys. But they were only human: capable of being
jealous, confused, angry. Terry believed in his heart that JC was only
being protective; he needed to convince him that he would never hurt
Justin.
	The curly-headed blond noticed JC's look, and a moment later he
took Terry's hand. "Don't worry about JC, he'll warm to yah. He jus' wants
to be my big daddy all the time."
	"Just so that's all it is." Terry grumbled.
	Justin stuck his tongue out at the designer, but squeezed his hand.
	Later, Lance and JC trailed behind the others on the path. JC took
Lance's hand and pulled him back.
	"What?" Lance looked at him innocently.
	"Come here." JC smiled and pulled the blond against him.
	"Hmmm..." Lance moaned as their lips met and JC's arms went around
him.
	JC reluctantly broke the kiss. "I just missed holding you."
	"Me too. You feel so nice. It's beautiful here, isn't it?" Lance
put his head on JC's shoulder.
	JC sighed. "I have a bad feeling about Terry and Justin."
	"Oh JC, leave them alone." Lance pleaded. "I think Terry's all
right, and I think he really cares for Justin. Besides, it sounds like
Terry's going to be touring with us; maybe you should try to be nicer to
him. He's scared of you, I think." He added with a little smirk.
	"Good." JC said grimly. "I want him to know that if he ever hurts
Justin he'll have to deal with me."
	"Josh..." Lance began hesitantly. The very last thing Lance wanted
was to interfere, but he felt deep down that JC's behavior was only hurting
himself and Justin. And Lance wasn't about to let these recent days of
confusion wash away four years of friendship with them both. He took a deep
breath and forged on.  "Are you sure there isn't something else going on
here? Are you sure this isn't about your guilt for hurting
Justin... because you don't feel the same way about him as he does about
you?" He looked up at JC.
	"What!?" JC barked. Several startled birds took flight. The taller
boy's eyes hardened to icy glittering sapphires. "Where do you get that?"
	"I'm sorry... I'm sorry Josh." Lance pleaded. "Don't be mad. I
don't want to fight." He hugged JC desperately, feeling the tension in his
lean body. He prayed he hadn't made a terrible mistake. An endless minute
of silence passed, then...
	"No, I'm sorry.  I... I didn't mean to snap at you baby." JC
sighed. "Maybe you're right." He slumped a little against Lance. "I'll try
to ease up, okay?" He said, giving him a squeeze.
	"Thanks." Lance smiled, visibly relieved. "Now we better catch up
before they send out search parties for us... again!"
	They came around the bend hand in hand and Justin was waiting with
his camera. "Look!" He said with a smile, "Rare Orlandian singing
lovebirds!" He snapped a picture, turned and bolted. Laughing, they ran to
catch up.

---

	The rest of the day was uneventful, though JC had a hard time
resisting the urge to watch Justin and Terry.  He saw them holding hands
again and felt himself getting tense. Then Lance's fingers tickled the back
of his neck and he remembered he had someone even more important to think
about -- and be thankful for.
	After dinner they hung out on a torchlit patio for awhile for the
nightly limbo party. They all gave it a try: Lance was the worst, while the
limber Terry and JC both proved to be able limbo dancers. JC finally edged
Terry out, earning applause from the other contestants. The designer made a
point of congratulating the singer. "Should have known you'd be the
contortion king!" he offered his hand.
	JC took it and smiled. "Thanks! You're not so bad yourself. And,
uh, I'm glad you hung with us today. I think Justin really likes you."
	Terry smiled and looked over at the curly-headed blond, who was
bouncing up and down in his seat while telling some story to some other
guests. "I like him a lot too. He's a great guy. I was concerned about our
age difference, but if he doesn't care, I don't. I'm happy to go slow and
let him set the pace."
	"I'm glad to hear that. Justin's a very special young man. And of
course, you're the first guy he's ever... dated."
	"JC... I want you to know, I think he's very special too. I
wouldn't do anything to hurt him, please believe that. I know what it's
like and I wouldn't wish it on anyone -- especially Justin." Terry said
seriously, meeting JC's probing gaze.
	"That's all I can ask, I guess. It's just that... sometimes I look
at him and he's still that twelve-year- old kid from Mickey Mouse Club who
used to come to me in tears cause he missed his mom. We'd just hug each
other, and I think I got as much from it as he did. Sometimes it got real
lonely, especially touring, and we were both so young." JC wiped his
eyes. "Anyway, I apologize for being cold, but you have kind of dropped out
the sky, and the last few days have been just overwhelming for all of us."
	"I hear that. Facing your sexuality can be traumatic. Sometimes you
got to wonder if things aren't 'meant to be' though... I mean, I look at
you and Lance, and it just makes me smile to see how much you guys are in
love."
	"Yeah, I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now."
	They joined the other guys, and all soon agreed to hit the sack
early because they had a big day of filming ahead.
	Justin took Terry's hand. "Walk you to your room?" He smiled coyly.
	They said their goodnights; As they were walking down the hall
towards Terry's room hand in hand, Justin sighed.
	"Wassa matter, kiddo?"
	"Tomorrow's our last day here, then it's back to the 'real world.'
We got a hella schedule, between filming videos, doing some work on our new
album, and rehearsing for the tour... and I'm sure you got all kinda work
to do."
	"Yeah. But at least my work is portable. I can go wherever you guys
go."
	They got to Terry's door. The designer looked down shyly. "Would
you like to come in?"
	"I would, but then we wouldn't get to sleep anytime soon. And we
have to be up at like 5." Justin grinned.
	"Damn."
	"Sorry." But then the blond leaned against Terry and gave him a
tender kiss.
	Terry slipped his arms around Justin's narrow waist and pulled him
close. His kissed him again, encouraged as he felt the youth's hands slide
up his back and return the hug.
	"Hmmm, this feels soo nice man. I can't believe I've been missing
the fun of makin' out with a guy all this time." Justin murmured between
tender kisses.
	"We'll have to make up for lost time." Terry smiled wickedly.
	"I like that plan!" Justin grinned. "Okay guy, I'll see you
downstairs at 5:30 sharp."
	"Okay buddy." Terry reluctantly let the youth go, then watched as
the hunky bundle of energy bounded down the hallway.

---

	Lance rested his head on JC's chest and tenderly ran a finger along
the taller boy's ear. He sighed happily as Josh hugged him a little tighter
and they snuggled in bed under the covers. "I saw you and Terry talking
outside, is everything ok?" The blond asked.
	"Yeah, we talked about Justin a little. He does really care for
Curly, but it's like he's from a different world than we are. I don't know
if it can work between them."
	"Well, it's not like Terry is planning on having his way with
Justin and tossing him aside. If we want to analyze it logically, he's not
going to screw up this career opportunity."
	"People often don't to the logical thing." JC answered.
	"True. But it seems like the best thing we can do is just be
supportive and hope for the best. Justin has to make his own decisions."
Lance lifted his head up to look into JC's eyes.
	"You're right, as usual honey." Josh said in a gently mocking
tone. "Now give me a kiss."
	Their lips touched and Lance felt again that wonderful ache in his
chest. He hugged JC tight and whispered "I love you so much. I don't know
what I'd do without you."
	"You'll never have to worry about that, James."
	
	
To be continued...


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