Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2000 01:37:47 GMT From: Suma L <sumacumlaude@hotmail.com> Subject: The Beauty 9 The Beauty Chapter 9 By: Suma L. Hey. Sorry I took longer to get this story out. I've been busy. *****Songs That Inspire The Story***** Kittie -- Charlotte Korn -- Got The Life Fastball -- Out Of My Head Guns & Roses -- Sympathy For The Devil Offspring -- Original Prankster The The -- This Is The Day Kansas -- Carry On Wayward Son Third Eye Blind -- Never Let You Go (Sorry, my songs are a big mix this time, nothing really that themed here. This time, its just stuff I listened to to help me write. ****DISCLAIMER**** This story isn't supposed to imply anything about the members of Nsync or anyone else involved in the story. This is all made up. In better English, IT'S NOT REAL! If you're too young in your area or it's illegal, then leave. If homosexual themes offend you then you may want to leave as well. Chapter 9 -- Justin woke up to find JC gone. He looked around the room, and then began to panic when he couldn't locate him. The space where he had been laying had the blankets ruffled up in the shape of his body. Justin swung his legs over the side of the bed to get up, and as he put the first foot down, he heard a crunch. He looked down suspiciously. It was a note. 'Justin- I went to go get some things from the store. You stay here, and don't get out of bed. I'll be back in a minute. Love, Josh' "He'll never get back!" Justin whined, and curled up in a little ball. The door clicked and opened; Justin turned his eyes to it. "JOSH!" JC turned around, two big grocery sacks in his arms, and a funny look on his face. Justin had begun to get up when JC stopped him. "Stay on the bed. I'm going to get breakfast in bed for you." "JC, you're being really corny." "I know, but I like to be. Now lay down like I told you, and let me get it all arranged." JC began taking out different containers from the bags and then a wooden tray from one. "We'll keep this on the bus for the next time I get the urge to make you breakfast." He smiled sweetly, and then stuck everything on the tray. "Here ya go, Curly. Eggs, toast, and how could I forget... your cereal." He motioned to a small bowl on the tray. "This is a lot of food! Are you going to help me eat it?" "Justin, I know you. You'll be fine with your own mouth. But I would like to taste one thing." "What?" "You." JC leaned in to kiss Justin as deep as he could from his crooked position. "You're being corny again." Justin said as soon as the kiss ended. "Like I said, I LIKE to be corny." "Okay, Joshyyyyy" Justin replied in a singsong voice, and then began to hungrily shovel some food into his mouth. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- A same sweet awakening was being portrayed in the next room between Lance and Joey. Lance began feeling the most amazing pleasure, he assumed it was part of the dream he was having. It felt like... like somebody was giving him a blowjob. 'Oh god, another wet dream!' He thought and smiled embarrassedly in his sleepy state. Then he felt himself beginning to climax, and his eyes fluttered open and awake, but the feeling didn't stop. Lance looked down to find Joey bobbing up and down, sucking him like a lollipop. "Oh Joey." He moaned just before he came into Joey's mouth. Joey swallowed it all, and then slid back up Lance's body. "Good morning, baby." Joey said with a content grin on his face. "They're great mornings when I'm waking up like that!" Lance kissed Joey gently. "I want to do the same for you..." He slid his hands down Joey's chest and tugged at the waistband of Joey's boxers. "Lance, you don't have to. I just wanted to do something special for you." "And I want to do the same for you. Joey, let me or I'll feel bad!" Lance dug his hands under the waistband and down to Joey's sensitive member. "LANCE!" Joey gasped and then began to pull Lance's hand out of his pants, but Lance wouldn't let go. "LANCE! You don't have to!" "I want to!" Lance cried, pushing Joey onto his back. He paused for a moment, then pushed Joeys hands out of the way, and moved lower so he could take it in his mouth. "Lance! I've never seen you this forceful... I kind of like it..." Joey began to get a dreamy look on his face as Lance began the blowjob. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "They're at it again!" Chris whined aloud. "I hate this! I fucking hate this!" He practically jumped out of the bed and turned on the TV. It turned out to be N'Sync's own music video on, but he cranked it up anyway and sang along trying to get rid of the sound in the other room. He unfortunately could still hear the moaning. "Just another player in your game for two. You may hate me but it ain't no lie. Bye, bye, bye!" He practically screamed the words. Chris paused to see if they were still moaning. They were. "BYE, BYE, BYE!" He screamed at the wall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joey moaned out Lance's name as he came in Lance's mouth. "Oh, god, Lance. Oh god..." He whispered, catching his breath. Lance slid up Joey, "I like it when I make you speechless." He grinned proudly. "BYE, BYE, BYE!" A voice screamed from behind their bedroom wall. Joey gave Lance a confused look. "I'm going to go, um, see what's going on with Chris." "I'm coming too." They both quickly put on pants and a shirt, and were out the door within a minute. "Chris?" Joey called, knocked on the door that adjoined their room to Chris's. He pulled at the doorknob. It was unlocked so he pushed it open to find Chris standing on his bed jumping up and down and screaming the lyrics to Bye, Bye, Bye. Chris immediately stopped jumping, and muted the TV. "Care to explain yourself, Christopher?" "Um..." Chris grinned sheepishly. "Not really..." "Chris, you've been acting really strange lately, and... well, this is one of the strangest things I've found you doing..." He thought for a moment, "recently." He added as he recalled some very odd moments of the past. "Joey, I don't want to talk about." "Lance, could you leave the room for a moment. I want to have a talk with Chris." "I'll just be in the other room then..." Joey listened for the door to shut, and then began to speak again. "Chris, what's wrong...?" "Nothing. Nothing is wrong, Joe, just go off, and be with Lance, okay?" "Is that it? Is it Lance? Are you jealous of Lance?" "No..." "You're lying to me." "I am not. It's not Lance okay? It's other stuff." "Like what?" "Nothing." Joey reached out to touch Chris's shoulder, and tip up his chin. "Chris, you can tell me anything. Please, tell me. I don't like it when you hurt, because then I hurt." "Well, atleast we both hurt now." "That's it then. I give up." Joey turned to leave the room. "I like you, Joey." Chris said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah. I know that, we're best friends. Duh." "No, Joey. No like... that..." He waited for it to sink into Joey's brain. "Ohhhh... I get it...." Joey turned back around and went over to hug Chris. "You didn't have to hide that. It's okay; I'm not weirded out. I'm flattered, but you know it can never be anything... I'm sorry..." "I know. I can hope though." Joey laughed. "Sure, you can hope. Hell, you can even buy me presents if you want. I KNOW I won't mind presents." "I'll get you a present when you get me one." Chris turned around and began to pack. "What are you doing?" "Packing. We leave tomorrow morning really early. I KNOW I won't want to pack when I get back from clubbing tonight." Joey just smiled at his friend. He was really glad that Chris seemed to be getting over this so easily. Almost... too easily... something was going to have to break eventually. 'And I'll be there when it does.' He thought to himself. "Well, I'm going to go back in the other room with Lance. Packing is a good idea, and my clothes are strung out all over. Maybe I can talk Lance into packing for me..." "Yeah, right, Joe! And maybe I'll marry Brad Pitt." "That doesn't sound like too bad an arrangement..." Joey said, trying to keep a straight face, but he was unsuccessful, and ended up laughing. "BYE, Joey!" Chris said, hinting he should leave. "How rude." Joey turned around, smacked his ass, and then walked into the next room shutting the door behind him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Joshhhhh..." Justin waited for a reply. There was none. "Joshhhhh...! He hissed louder. "JOSH!" He screamed right into JC's left ear. "WHAT? WHERE!?" JC practically jumped out of the bed. "I finished eating and you had already fallen back asleep. That's not a very good habit when your boyfriends horny." "Cute, Justin. Real cute, but nothing right now, okay? I'm still kind of dazed about last night..." He paused. "You were wonderful last night..." "You gonna make me blush!" "Don't. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You made me feel better than I've ever felt before. I thought I could of died right there with you." "Ooo! Now I feel all special!" Justin suddenly got all smiley and then tickle attacked JC. "Oh! Justin! Stop!" JC laughed until he fell off the bed, but then a few seconds later he started laughing again. "Here, let me help you up." Justin stuck his hand out, and JC grabbed onto it, but pulled Justin down on top of him. "Maybe someday I'll let you get away with making me fall off the bed. Today's not that day, little boy!" JC began to tickle Justin. "JOSH! STOP! OH GOD!" Justin rolled around, and kicked his feet trying to make the tickling stop. "Okay, okay, I'll stop." JC leaned in to kiss Justin, but was pushed away. "Uh, uh. No doing anything until we're packed again! I don't want to worry about that tomorrow morning, and we can spend the rest of the day doing 'us' stuff." "Aren't I supposed to be the responsible one to worry about that kind of stuff?" "Yeah, but your being childish today, so I get to be the adult. Well, just for today, then back to being a kid again!" Justin stood up to full height and looked down at JC. "Now, young man, PACK!" He ordered, and pointed to the black suitcase on the empty bed. JC didn't move. "NOW OR I'LL GROUND YOU!" "Yes sir!" JC yelled, crawled over to the other bed and began to pack away the shirts nearest him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The guys spent the day just lounging around watching TV or sleeping. Eventually they all grouped together in Lance and Joey's room (seeing as it was the cleanest) to have a little group meeting. "Meeting now in session!" Justin asked, and smacked a Twizzler against his cup for a thud sound. "Secretary Lance, any business you know of?" "Well, President Justin, I would like to know which one of you took my C/Ds!" Lance looked around the room for a guilty face. Everyone went silent. Joey took a sip of his soda. "YOU OF ALL PEOPLE!" Joey looked like a deer caught in headlights. "I JUST WANTED A DRINK! I didn't take them! Chris did! He didn't want to hear anymore country!" He raised his arms in the air to show his innocence. "They're just on the bus! I didn't REALLY hide them!" Chris cried out in defense. "I hate you both." Lance pouted and crossed his arms. "Any DECENT business?" Justin asked. "Yeah, I would like to make an announcement." Chris stood up, and stumbled a little. He had had a little bit of wine... and beer... "I would like to announce that I am pregnant! WITH LANCE'S BABY!" "Is this just a dump on Lance day or something?" Lance continued to pout. "I give up!" Justin threw his hands in the air and shook his head. "Vice-President JC, you got any news or anything?" "I think we should stay in hotel rooms with thicker walls, and no adjoining doors." "Here, here!" Chris cheered, and everyone raised their glasses in agreement. "Okay, would anyone like to second that motion?" Justin looked around, and everyone just raised their glasses. "Okay, we are now officially changing our hotel preference! Treasurer Joey? Anything interesting going on?" "I bought Skittles downstairs!" Joey dumped three bags on the floor. "From now on, NO ALCOHOL at the meetings. This is retarded." Justin smacked his Twizzler against the cup again. "Your jus jealous cuz you don't get to drink any, currrrrrrrrrly!" Joey slurred. He tried to stand up, but ended up falling across Lance's lap instead. "I am agreeing with Justin on this." Lance said, and pushed Joey off of him. "Justinnnnn..." JC whined. "Justin, I want to go with Chris tonight! He's gonna go clubbbbbin! You can come too! Woo! I said a funny word! Come! Come! Come!" "JC, I hate it when you drink. You get boring. I'm going to bed, and so are you. And you're going to brush your teeth too!" Justin stood up and tried to drag JC out the door. Finally JC stood up and followed after much complaining. "C'MON JOEY! You're going to bed too. Justin and I are the only sober ones in this group." "Oh, Lance. SHUSH! You can just go drink like ME!" Chris raised his glass. "Uh, no, Chris." Lance took a hold of Joey's ear and tugged. "OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OKAY! OKAY! I'M COMING!" Joey began to giggle through the pain. "JC's right! Funny word! Come! Come! Come! OKAY! OW! OW! OW!" He shrieked as Lance twisted his ear and unhappily followed him into the other room. Chris was too tired to move a lot so he just shut out the light with his foot, then laid amongst the Skittles bag and fell asleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Justin had finally managed to get JC changed out of his regular clothes and into the bed in his boxers. "Goodnight, Josh." He whispered and kissed JC's cheek. All he got was a loud snore in return. ------------------------ @->--- Hey everyone! I made this Chapter longer! YEA! I'm not sure what direction to take the story in next, so if you have any ideas, please email me with them! Feedback is always appreciated, and I always write back! Questions? Comments? Suggestions for the future of the story? SEND EM MY WAY! Until Next Chapter, --Suma sumacumlaude@hotmail.com