Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2001 23:30:24 -0400
From: Kris Eshleman <uninspired_teen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Smile

Smile: Lance and JC share a moment during a late night practice session.

Copyright by Kristopher Eshleman

Disclaimer: I don't know the true sexuality of Lance or JC, and I have
no affiliation with them or the records or their lives or NSYNC in
general. This story is entirely fiction and meant for the enjoyment of
the reader. If you are not old enough to read this then go away.

Pairings: Lance Bass/JC Chasez

Rating: NC-17 For graphic descriptions of male/male relationships and
sexual activity.

Dedication: This story is for all those people at Nifty who wanted some
action in Lance Meets an Angel. Sort of a teaser.

Author's Notes: Don't know if this will ever turn into something more
than a simple one-scene story. But who knows... it just might. Let me know
what you think. Or if you have any suggestions as to where you might like
to see this story go email those as well. uninspired_teen@hotmail.com


*~*~*~*

            The rhythm and the music, that was all there was. The young
man looking at his own reflection in the mirror wasn't aware of anything
else. He didn't see himself in truth. He saw someone he hated. He saw
someone who couldn't get his body to move the way he wanted it to. He
saw someone who couldn't get his act together, someone who was going to
embarrass himself in front of millions of people because he couldn't
concentrate.

            He didn't see the room around himself. He didn't see the
door behind him, and he didn't see the person watching him intently.
The young man tried to go over the movements again, tried to go through
the steps of the dance and keep his mind focused on what he was doing. He
had almost gotten through the entire thing when he stumbled.

            With a frustrated sigh he closed his eyes and turned around
to lean back against the mirror. He drew his knees up to his chest, and
put his hands behind his head. He was tired and breathing heavily. His
eyes were still closed, and he was so busy berating himself and his own
inability that he didn't hear the soft click of the opening door.

            He knew why he couldn't concentrate; he just didn't want to
admit it to himself. It was because of JC. It was because he couldn't
explain to his friend why it was that he could not eat or drink or sleep.
Why he could not dance and why he could not keep his mind focused on
anything. He didn't know when it started, he couldn't trace it to its
origins, and he could only dwell on it.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't have the words. At some point
over the time that he had known JC he had started to feel something more
than friendship. How do you explain that to someone? How can you say to
someone you have known for so long that suddenly for some reason that
they mean more to you than have ever told them? Then you have ever let
them believe. Maybe even that they had always meant that much and that
you had never been able to sort it out for yourself.

"Lance...?"

A sweet voice cut through his wandering mind. Lance's eyes shot up and
met with JC's. For a few moments he couldn't think straight, he
couldn't even breathe.

"Josh... hey... what are you doing here?"

"Watching you..."

"What? Why?"

"I was looking for you. You've been acting weird the last couple of
days."

"I-I have?"



            JC smiled at Lance and brushed his hand against one of the
younger male's bare arms. Lance was wearing a sleeveless shirt and nylon
running pants, and his body felt like it caught on fire where JC's
fingers touched his bare skin.

"Yeah. You don't eat with us anymore, you hardly speak, and you walk
around constantly in a daze. You hardly ever smile."

            Lance had to tear his gaze away from JC's; he didn't trust
himself to speak. Not with JC so close to him.

"I've just been distracted. With the new dance steps and all."

"I could try and give you a few pointers."

"That's okay. I don't think..."

"Come on. Get up. Lets do it."

            JC grabbed Lance by both arms and hauled him to his feet. The
strength of the lift brought Lance's torso up against JC's and the
younger male blushed and looked away, uncomfortable aware of how close
the two of them were, all to aware of JC's steadying hands on his sides.
He could feel the warmth of those fingers through the thin shirt he was
wearing.

"I-I don't think that I want to Josh."

"Why not? Its just me."

            Just JC. JC was so much more than he thought. JC was
everything to Lance. JC was the reason he got up in the morning, and the
reason he went through the motions of life. He couldn't help but smile a
bit, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. JC removed one
of his hands from Lance's hips, and brought it up to his face.

"That is something I have missed about you."

"What?"

"Your smile."

            Lance blushed a bit more. He was becoming light headed with
JC's soft touch on is lips. His eyes fluttered shut.

"I haven't had a whole lot to smile about."

"You should look harder."

"I'm afraid what I want to smile about won't turn out the way I want
it to."

"What is that?"

            Lance turned his head away from JC, he couldn't meet that
steady gaze anymore, but he couldn't resist when JC's hand came up to
his face again, and gently turned it back.

"Smile, for to the world you may be just somebody... but to somebody, you
may be the world."

            Lance couldn't say anything. He was lost in JC's eyes, in
his voice. Reflexively he wrapped his arms around his own body, afraid
that if he didn't he would reach out and touch JC, and that he would
disappear.

            Ever so slowly and gently JC tilted his head up, and brought
Lance's lips to his own. There was almost a physical crackle of
male-to-male energy that Lance had never thought possible. Another guy
had never kissed him. He had never felt the raw physicality that was
there. Something more than what he had experienced with a woman,
something more symbiotic.

            He felt JC's tongue brush pleadingly against his lips, and
slowly opened his mouth in response. Again, slowly and gently JC took the
initiative. Lance felt JC exploring his mouth, and tentatively met the
older male's tongue with his own, then gently forced it back so that he
could investigate JC's mouth.

            JC willingly obliged and retreated, allowing Lance the room
he wanted. The southern-bred boy unwrapped his arms from himself, and
brought one hand up to brush through JC's hair, as the other one wrapped
around his neck.

            Lance felt JC's hands run over his body, eager to touch and
feel. They came to the waistband of his nylon pants, and slipped up under
his shirt, feeling along his stomach.  Lance sighed and broke the contact
of their lips, his head lolling back with the pleasure of having JC's
hands roaming over his body.

            JC took the action as an invitation to taste more of Lance's
sweet skin. His mouth coming into contact with Lance's throat, his
tongue licking out over his Adam's apple. In two quick motions JC first
slid Lance's shirt off over his head, and then lowered him to the floor.

            Lance willingly let himself be guided to the mat, swooning
under JC's weight pressing down on him. Shivers ran through his body as
JC's tongue roamed over his neck and down his chest. He whimpered
slightly as contact with first one of his nipples, and then the other was
made. His breathing became more erratic as his friend teased them to
attention, before slowly moving further down.

            Soft and skillful hands, pianist hands, paid silent homage to
his body, caressing and touching. Lips and tongue met his stomach and
navel, all in a sense rending ecstasy. A small painful gasp escaped
Lance's throat as JC moved to remove Lance's shoes and socks, before
returning his attentions to Lance's stomach.

            JC hooked his fingers under the waistband of the nylon pants,
and drew them down and off. Leaving the younger male in only his dark
blue silk boxers. Leaning down he kissed first one of Lance's thighs,
and then the other, letting his tongue drag across warm skin, his nose
brushing the bottom of Lance's boxers.

            Lance's eyes fluttered open at the hot touch, and his head
lolled to the side. He saw the image of the two of them in the mirror,
saw the image of his friend's head so close to his crotch. The image
seared into his mind, he felt completely in JC's control. He was
practically naked on his back under his friend's complete clothed and
skilled body. He watched in rapt attention as JC's fingers hooked the
waistband of his boxers, but his hands instinctually reached out to still
JC's hands. His body was fully aroused by his friend, and knew that JC
could see the effect he was having.

"J-Josh..."

"What...?"

            Lance shuddered when he felt JC's hot breath against his
legs. His body had begun to ache with his need for the other.

"P-please..."

            JC pulled his body up so that he was resting on his knees,
and starring into Lance's eyes. He knew what Lance was asking, could see
it in his downcast eyes. Lance wanted JC to be as unclothed as he was, so
that he didn't feel quite so exposed. JC was happy to oblige him. In
short order he had pulled of his own shirt, and tossed it to the side.
Then with a small smile at Lance's hungry eyes he unbuttoned his jeans
and stood so that he could slide them off easier, resting back against
the mirror.

            While JC was stepping out of his pants Lance slowly got to
his knees. Tentatively he brought his lips to JC's stomach, and used one
hand to toss the discarded clothing away from them. Hungrily he tasted of
the other's body. It was sweet and heady. He trailed up JC's body,
stopping to give JC's nipples the same attention JC had given his. He
smiled against JC's chest when he heard him gasp with pleasure.
Apparently he was doing something right. As he got to JC's mouth one of
his hands clasped the nape of his neck as the other went to the growing
bulge in his friend's shorts.

            He grinned when JC let out an appreciative moan, and extended
his tongue further into JC's mouth. Lance however was not ready for
JC's response. The older male's lips closed around Lance's tongue and
began to suck on it. He felt his eyes roll back in his head even as he
felt JC's hands slide under the waistband of his boxers to cup his
groin.

            Enticingly JC began to stroke him slowly, while his other
hand began to caress his balls. Lance was quickly beginning to lose site
of what he was doing with his own hands until JC whispered against his
neck.

"Please let me go... I can't take that anymore..."

            Blushing Lance's hands fell back from JC's crotch.

"Thanks Love."

            Love?! Did JC just call him Love? Before he could investigate
this new found endearment, JC switched their positions, and Lance found
his back against the mirror. He sighed contentedly as JC's tongue
traveled down his stomach again, and he barely noticed JC relieving him
of the cumbersome garment he still wore. He was however, fully aware of
JC's lips closing over his cock. Within a few seconds JC's nose was
completely buried in the light dusting of hair at the base of Lance's
arousal.

"Ooohhh Josh..."

            JC had never felt as he did with Lance in his mouth, with
Lance's hands running longingly through his hair. His tongue flicked out
and over Lance's erection, eliciting more and more whimpers of pleasure
as the younger male's knees began to buckle, and his hips began to
thrust instinctually forward.

            Lance's head had begun to sway back and forth, and his eyes
fluttered open and closed. He couldn't feel anything except JC's warm
mouth and tongue around his cock. He didn't want to feel anything else.

"JC... I'm... I'm..."

            JC didn't care though, he wanted what was coming. Continued
to tease Lance toward it. He had dreamed of this before, had never
actually thought that he would have it. With explosive force Lance's
body released its tension, and JC took it all in. He continued to suck
and tease until Lance's hypersensitive member began to go limp, and the
younger boy couldn't stop twitching with the pleasure of what it was
doing to him.

"JC.. please... I can't take anymore right now..."

            With a small grin JC whipped his mouth off, and let Lance
slide to the floor in front of him. Before he say anything though
Lance's hands found his crotch again. He shivered as the smooth hands
rubbed over his erection, and leaned forward against Lance and the
mirror.

            Lance drew JC's cock out of his boxers, and began to caress
it lightly and teasingly, slowly building speed and pressure. His lips
locked around one of his friend's nipples as he leaned his head against
the mirror. Before long JC's body was shuddering with the force of his
own orgasm.

            After they had lain against each other for a while Lance
experimentally brought his hand to his mouth to taste the evidence of
JC's pleasure. It was salty but not in a bad way. He could feel JC
sucking against his neck, and made a small disgruntled noise as his
friend with drew a bit and sat up, looking into his eyes.

`That is much better."

"What is?"

"You're smiling again Love."

"I have something to smile about..."

*~*~*~*

That was my first attempt at a graphic sex scene. Hope you all enjoyed. I
wanted to practice before trying it in my other stories. If you wanna see
this go somewhere, or have any comments please email me
uninspired_teen@hotmail.com