Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 20:19:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kevin <themissingpeice@yahoo.com>
Subject: played 6

AUTHOR'S NOTE(Please Read!):

DAYMN!  A month went by QUICK!!  Anyway, i have been really really busy, so
im truly sorry that this took so long to come out!  Anyway, thank you thank
you thankyou for all the E-mail!  I really really appreicate it, i havent
got one peice of bad feedback.  For everyone who wrote me, i will reply
eventually, i promise!  To everyone who hasnt, please email me!  I love
email, it keeps the fire in me to keep writing.  Anyway, the address is
themissingpeice@yahoo.com.  Once again, thats themissingpeice NOT
themissingpiece OK?  Other than that, i hope you enjoy the story, its
pretty interesting this time, at least I hope!  : )

AUTHOR'S WARNING:
Yeah the normal stuff, don't read this if your not 18(as if you are
honestly going to close this if your under 18 anyway) :) Umm, i dont know
N'Sync, so don't base your hopes and dreams on this, its just a story!
Other then that, I think that is about it.  So here it is!  Enjoy!


Chapter 6:

	I couldn't believe this was happening.  'Why did I tell him the
truth.  On one hand, if I had held out, he would have still been depressed.
On the other if I hadn't told him, I wouldn't be in this position.  Why
does he want to have sex with me so bad?  Is he just trying to have some
fun, or does he really like me?' I thought.  Then it hit me, Justin wanted
me.  He wanted ME.  I'm not unattractive or anything, but I never thought I
sized up to Justin's standards.  As much as I disliked the idea of casual
sex and being told what to do and when to do it, I had to admit, the
thought of sex with Justin turned me on.  In fact, I was quite aroused just
thinking about it.  'No time for that now,' I thought and willed my
erection away.

	The drive to the restaurant was uneventful.  We decided on a
Italian restaurant and they were nice enough to supply us with a whole
section to ourselves.  Most restaurants are always extra nice to
celebrities.  I think they just want good press, but either way, the extra
attention is kind of nice.  The tables only held two people each, which
usually would have meant that JC and Justin would share one and so would
Joey and Chris, leaving me to my own table.  Of course today, Justin had to
make the switch and sit with me, leaving JC by himself.  I glanced at JC
once we sat down and noticed that he had a general sad aura around him that
normally didn't surface.  Most likely because he had to sit by himself, and
he wasn't used to that.

	Justin decided to order lasagna and that sounded appetizing to me
too, so we just decided to share it.  It wasn't until half way through the
meal that Justin thought it was his duty to spice up the quiet dinner.  I
was just about to take a bite of my lasagna when I felt a foot begin to
massage my crotch.  I gasped and shot a quick glance towards Justin.
Justin smiled and winked.  'How could he?  Were in a public place,' I
thought.  Immediately I was disgusted with Justin's behavior.  I couldn't
believe he would do that in public.  I quickly reached down and forced his
foot off of me, but not before giving Justin the deadliest death stare in
history.

"I think I need to use the bathroom," I said coldly as I began to stand.

"I'll join you," Justin said with a big smile.

'How rude!' I thought as I walked towards the restroom.  As we entered I
noticed that Justin locked the door behind him.  'What is he doing?!' I
thought as I began to panic.  After checking under all the stalls Justin
came over to me.  "I think its time we start to work on that bet," Justin
said, grabbing my crotch.

"Get off of me Justin!"  I yelled, grabbing his hand to prevent him from
touching me.

"Lance!  You made the bet!  Now you have to pay up!"  Justin yelled back,
jerking his hand from my grasp.

"That's not fair Justin.  I'm not some sex slave!"  I said, continuing our
shouting match.

"Keep it down," Justin said lowering his voice, "Lance, you made the bet,
you agreed on it.  So now you have to pay for it, and I'm horny," Justin
said flatly, not letting up.

"Justin please.  I beg you, don't make me do this," I pleaded and for a
second I even believed that Justin looked like he might soften up.

"Lance, I'm sorry, but I have to sacrifice something, and so do you,"
Justin said while unbuckling his belt.

"What kind of a friend are you?"  I asked bitterly.  Justin had his belt
undone and was working at taking off his T-shirt.

"What kind are you?  You make me stop doing something that I love to do.
It isn't going to kill you to give me a little sexual pleasure.  God Lance,
stop being a baby, this isn't third grade anymore," Justin said dropping
his pants to his ankles.

	I looked at Justin, standing with his jeans around his ankles and
only his thin boxers covering his important area.  I had to admit, he was
looking damn good.  My hormones began to get the best of me as I continued
to stare at him.  His well defined chest.  His sexy legs, the fairly newly
inked tattoo of his initials that peeked out from his crumbled jeans.  The
normally cocky tattoo looked sexual.

"Well Lance?  Are you gonna stand there forever, or are you going to honor
your part of the bet?"  Justin questioned, grabbing onto his semi erect
penis through his boxers.

	This was it.  I had to decide.  And decide is what I did.  I walked
towards Justin and knelt down in front of him.  I looked up and made eye
contact again, hoping to see the stubbornness out of his eyes, but it was
still there, as strong as ever.  Maybe even stronger, and I realized I
wanted this as much as him.  I was willing to give him me, my virginity,
but not here.  Not in some public bathroom.  But how could I tell him no?
I just couldn't, it wasn't in my nature to break a bet, to break someone's
trust.  I knew it was now or never.  I reached out and took his hand off of
his own, now fully erect, penis.  I reached behind him and began to massage
his ass with my hands.  I could see that Justin's boxers were tenting with
anticipation and I could see a wet spot where his precum was soaking
through.

	With one swift motion, I moved my hands from his bubble butt.
Hooking my thumbs under the waist band of his boxers, I eased them down
with extra care.  His nicely sized penis bounced as his boxers passed over
it.  I left his boxers at his ankles while I lightly traced my hands up
Justin's hairy legs.  As I came closer towards Justin's dick, I looked up
and saw Justin looking down at me with a hint of a mischievous smile.

"OK, Stop."  Justin said

"What's wrong?"  I asked, hoping that I wasn't doing anything wrong.

"I just wanted to prove that I could have you, and I guess I did."  Justin
said, reaching down and pulling his jeans and boxers back up.

"What?"  I asked in a whisper, feeling the tears begin to well up.  I
wouldn't cry in front of him, I just wouldn't.  Justin put his shirt one
and began to leave the room, only stopping once he reached the door.

"You heard me.  Your just like everyone else, you can talk the talk, but
when it comes to walking the walk, you buckle.  For as long as I can
remember I have heard you preach on and on about how you wouldn't have sex
with someone unless in a relationship, and how I couldn't have anyone that
I wanted.  Well I guess I proved my point, didn't I," Justin said.

I heard the door unlock and open.  I collapsed into tears on the floor when
I heard the door come to a close.  I couldn't believe I let him do that to
me.  'He is such a asshole,' I thought to myself.  But he was right.  I was
seconds from giving up a part of my virginity.  I decided this wasn't the
best place to allow my emotions to get the best of me.  I stood up and
looked at my image in the mirror.  It was the image of someone who had just
had their heart broken.  It was at that second I realized I had feelings
for Justin.  I wasn't sure if it was just the heat of the moment, but one
thing was for sure, I was feeling something for that asshole.

I needed to get out.  I didn't know where I was going, or how I was getting
there, but I couldn't face Justin.  I gave myself a few seconds to regain
my composure and left the bathroom.  I looked around, making sure I wasn't
spotted, as I speed walked towards the door leading out of the restaurant.
Sure enough, the limo was still waiting for us.  I hopped in and was
thankful it was empty.  All the other guys were still inside, but I guess I
should have known that.

"The other's not joining you, sir?" The limo driver asked after opening the
partitioning glass.

"No, take me back to the hotel," I said knowing that he couldn't argue.
Thank god.

	'Maybe it was kind of cruel to leave without telling anyone,' I
thought to myself, but hell, Justin knew why I was gone.  I decided to call
management and tell them to send another limo to the restaurant.  I told
them I was sick and I had to leave right away.  Of course, they said it was
no problem, even though I knew they were more concerned about their money
than they let on.  It was a short trip back to the hotel, and I was glad.
But by this time, my hurt and depression had turned into hate and anger
towards Justin.  I entered my empty hotel room and I laid down on the sofa.
It wasn't too long until I heard the ringing of my cellphone.  I knew it
would be one of the guys checking to see where I was, but I decided to
answer anyway.

"Hello?"

"Lance?  Where are you?" I heard JC's worried voice, and I knew a lecture
was brewing.

"I got sick and went back to the hotel.  I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone,
but I wanted to get back before I made a scene," I said, hoping he would
understand.

He didn't.  "What the hell Lance?  Where is your responsibility?  You just
left the restaurant and didn't feel the need to tell anyone where you were
going?  Are you fucking stupid Lance?  You could have been mugged or
anything.  God Lance, grow up," JC said furiously.  I knew I was in for it,
and had I really been sick, I would have deserved this lecture.  But I left
for a much severe reason.

"JC, I will explain it later, I promise," I replied, my voice quivering.  I
felt like crying.  Today had been one of the worst days of my life.

"The fuck you will Lance.  God damn it, I'm serious this time.  I had
enough of you acting so irresponsible lately.  Shit Lance, you don't even
know where we are half of the time, what happened to the old Scoop we used
to know?" JC yelled into the phone.

I didn't know what to say, and JC wasn't in the waiting mood.  "LANCE!  You
better have a fucking explanation, or I'm beating your ass when we get to
the hotel.  I'm seriously pissed Lance, don't FUCK with me.  EXPLAIN!"  JC
screamed.

"Fine JC!  Since you got to be all up in my business, I almost had sex with
Justin in that bathroom!"  I yelled back, becoming irritated with JC's
nosiness.

"You what?"  JC asked, his voice full of sorrow and hurt.

"I almost sucked Justin's dick!"  I yelled harshly into my cellphone, still
not calming down.

"Oh."  JC said, his brain obviously somewhere else at the moment.

"Feel stupid now JC?  Good, you should."  I said hanging up the phone.

	I sighed feeling the depression begin to well up inside of me.  Now
I didn't have JC to talk to nor Justin.  Chris and Joey were always too
busy doing their own thing, so I knew taking to them was out of the
question.  That left me.  I guess I made my bed, now I would have to sleep
in it, as they say.  Speaking of beds, I decided to lay down and take a
nap, maybe when I woke up I would feel a little better, I could only hope.

To be continued...