Date: Thu, 05 Apr 2001 10:06:43 -0400
From: TheReturn OfSaturn <aspartame_nutrasweet@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Thin Line Between Love And Hate/Chapter 2

Okay. Here is chapter two.  Thank yous go to Dawn/Penelope!!  Thank you
sooooo much for giving me direction.

Official Disclaimer: I do not know N*SYNC nor do I know anyone who does know
them.  This is fiction.  Not based in any truth.  (That I know of, but one
can wish right?)

Feedback is appreciated


Chapter Two: A Thin Line Between Love And Hate
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Justin awoke to a pounding on the door.

"Justin Randall Timberlake, get your ass out of bed NOW!!" yelled an
extremely pissed Lance.

"Oh shit," Justin thought after glancing at the clock, "Its 7:53!"

"Justin, are you awake?  I told you last night that you had better be up by
7:30 or you would regret it!  Do you-" Lance was cut off by the sight of
Justin flinging open the door.

"Yeah, man, I hear you.  I'm sorry.  I guess my wake up call didn't come"
Justin replied groggily.

"You probably got it, you just went to sleep afterwards" chuckled Lance.
His anger had evaporated at the sight of the adorably disheveled Justin.

"Ha ha, that's not funny.  Seriously, I never got a call."

"Whatever, just hurry up and get ready.  Have you packed yet?" Lance asked.

"No, I was gonna do that this morning, but since I didn't get my wakeup
call..." Justin grumbled, his sentence trailing off after finally noticing
how incredible Lance looked.

"Nothing is as sexy as a man in control!" thought Justin.  Then " Oh SHIT!!
Where did that thought come from?" he wondered confusedly.

"Hey, Justin.  Hello?  Are you in there?" Lance questioned in exasperation.

"Huh, oh what, sorry.  What did you say?"

"I said, go take a shower and I'll pack for you.  Go on.  I know how to
pack" Lance said, taking swift control of the situation.

"Okay" Justin said in appreciation.

Justin turned back into his room, headed to his suitcase to pick out
something to wear.  His dirty clothes were scattered all over the floor.
The bed sheets were tangled and matted.  Justin had obviously been tossing
and turning all night.  Lance surveyed the room while Justin entered the
bathroom, locking the door behind him.

"I can't believe how you can let your room look like this, Justin! We've
only been here two days and it looks like a pigsty!" Lance called to Justin.

"Bite me!" Justin yelled through the bathroom door. " I like to get
comfortable."

"You are comfortable living like this?" questioned Lance, smiling
mirthfully.

"I know you are laughing at me, I can hear it in your voice.  So like I
said, BITE ME!" Justin called cheerfully as he stepped into the steaming
shower.

"AAAHHH" Lance heard Justin's appreciative moan and the sound of water being
muted by a body.  That sound sluiced straight to his groin.  That sound, it
was incredible, it was the sound of pure satisfaction.  And that sound was
getting to him.  He could NOT believe that he was getting excited just from
the sound of Justin entering the shower.

"What the hell is wrong with me?  I'm acting like a little girl.  Control
yourself James Lance Bass!" Lance muttered to himself as he gathered up
Justin's dirty clothes.  He continued to berate himself as he stuffed
Justin's dirty things into the empty duffel bag that Justin had thrown in
the corner.  He haphazardly arranged Justin's clean clothes back into his
suitcase.

"Geez, what's he got in here?  Bricks?" Lance thought to himself as he
hefted the duffel and suitcase and carried them into the hall.  Lonnie,
Justin's bodyguard met him in the hall.

"Here, I'll take those" Lonnie said helpfully.

"Hey Lonnie, thanks.  I don't know what the hell that boy packs, but it's
really heavy" Lance grunted out as he set them down. "I'll get Justin, its
8:20 now and we are supposed to meet the guys downstairs in ten minutes,"
Lance said.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for ya'll out here."


Lance headed back into Justin's room.  "Justin, you ready?"

"Yeah.  Give me one minute, gotta work with the do' ya know!" Justin called
out grumbling good-naturedly.

"If you'd just shave that 'fro off, we might actually be on time
occasionally" Lance joked.

"You really want me to shave my head?" Justin asked while coming out of the
bathroom.  A cloud of steam escaped as the door opened. The heat pouring out
the bathroom was so thick; Lance could see the sweat beading above Justin's
upper lip.  The sight was unexpectedly erotic.  The thought startled Lance,
who jerked in shock.

"Hey, you okay Scoop?" Justin questioned in concern.  His hair dripped into
his eyes as he rushed over to Lance and grabbed his shoulders in both hands.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine" Lance said, surprised at being gripped by Justin.
Justin loomed over him, looking into Lance's eyes.

"Wow, his eyes are the exact color of Granny Smith Apples!" thought Justin.
"Why am I noticing that?" Justin wondered confusedly.

Justin looked down at Lance's mouth, which was slightly open.  He could see
the tip of Lance's tongue.  It was so pink, and looked so sweet.  "I wonder
what it would feel like?" Justin wondered as a surge of heat hit his groin.
His skin tingled at the thought.

"You wonder what what would feel like?" Lance asked, freeing himself from
Justin's grasp.

"Huh?" Justin said in surprise.

"You said, I wonder what it would feel like?" Lance explained patiently.

"Oh, well, I , uh..." Justin stuttered.

"Rrrrrrrrring, Rrrrrrrrrring, Rrrrrrrrrring" the phone interrupted Justin,
who hurried to the nightstand to answer it.

"Hello?" he sighed in relief.

"Hey, what the hell is taking you guys so long?"  JC yelled in exasperation.
"We have to leave now or we are gonna miss our flight. Me and Chris and Joey
are waiting on ya'll."

"Okay, sorry, I woke up late. We'll be there in a minute" Justin explained
quickly.

Justin hung up the phone and looked at Lance who was waiting expectantly.

"That was JC, he and the guys are waiting on us."

"Oh, Okay. C'mon, lets go" Lance called over his shoulder as he walked out
the door.

Justin followed, silently thanking God for not making him explain to Lance
that he wanted to feel Lance's tongue.

To Be Continued

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