Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2000 16:53:13 -0800
From: Piper <opiperick@home.com>
Subject: Who Do You Love -4

TITLE: Who Do You Love, 4: Merritt Badge
AUTHOR: Piper (the Freak) <opiperick@home.com>
GENRE: Boybands (NSYNC), MMMM (yummy! LOL)

NOTICE: This story is inappropriate and illegal for
minors. If you're not yet 18, please leave the Nifty
Archive promptly. Homophobes, you'd wanna follow the
minors - all the way outta the Archive.

DISCLAIMER: I haven't a clue about the actual lives or
feelings of anyone I mention in my story. The tale I
tell is exactly that: a tale - fiction, fantasy, farce.
Get over it! Thanks

RECOMMENDATION: My very favorite of all NSync slash
I've read is a stand alone called "The Sound of Your
Voice" by Dayse. Kinda strange since I'm a huge smut
fan & not too big on angst but still - its the best!

SELF-PITYING WHINE: OK, I swear I'll get over this one
day but today ain't that day. I just SEETH with
jealousy whenever I read about the endless feedback
every one else gets. Waaaaaaaa! OK. That's done...

DEDICATION TO MY READERS: Rachyl, C. Smithers, Red,
Rosey, Rita, Belle, Tiff, ARoDnJoEyzSexTOy, bayoupaws,
DaraLynn, Chrisischewtoy, krayzieOne, sammiegirl,
Manda, Silvia, Jackie, Damita, Christine, Lisa, and
the Amazing Hampster! If any of you 20 are still
reading this, I love you all to death! THANK YOU!
And, to Rachyl again, cuz I promised her I would...

WARNING: They've got fetishes. And I'm in a bad mood.

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WHO DO YOU LOVE? CHAPTER 4: Merritt Badge

"Oh shit!"

"Uh, it kinda smells like you already did that Joe."

Joey blushed. As scandalous as they were, the words
seemed to drip like honey from Justin's mouth. Joe
wanted to devour all of Justin's sweet and sticky.
Justin's eyes burned into his, reassuring him that he
need not feel vulnerable in this most vulnerable of
circumstances - confirming that his fantasy did, in
fact, come true.

Trying to hold back tears of joy he didn't want Justin
to misinterpret as shame or regret, Joey gulped a huge
breath of air into his lungs.

"Ewww!" he grimaced as the air inflamed his olfactory
receptors, "You're right about that aren'tcha? Whewee
- it stinks!"

The smiles on their faces spread into enormous grins
and then they both buckled over in fits of laughter.
They leaned into each other to support their giggling
bodies already wracked from powerful orgasms. Slowly,
their laughing subsided into chuckles and soon, the
two young friends found themselves embracing there in
the tiny tour bus shit-can.

Joey was, of course, still seated bare-assed on the
toilet, and Justin was, of course, still kneeling
before him with his sweats bunched at his ankles.
Their erections had finally waned and their heart-
rates had begun to drop back to resting states.

It was in this moment of calm that Justin made the
unfortunate decision to stray his eyes in the
direction of Chris' laptop that he had so
unceremoniously kicked out of their way. Not
surprisingly, Joey's eyes followed Justin's to the
small gray mechanical box lying in the bathroom
doorway.

They both stared at it as though they expected it
to open up like a jack-in-the-box and start singing
'Pop Goes the Weasel' (yeah, cuz didn't we all get
nightmares from the freaky-ass clown segue in their
live show?). In reality, both knew that the laptop
wouldn't actually do anything quite like that, but
its owner sure might do an interesting variation on
that theme after seeing his laptop as such.

When the new lovers turned back to each other, they
could see that they had been thinking the same thing.
Suddenly, they were laughing hysterically, all over
again.

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"Oh shit!" The words barely squeaked from Chris' lips
as he watched Justin break JC's nose.

"Oh shit is right," Lance grumbled, "This is NOT good."

/yourdamnrightitsnotgoodthatshisfacehisbeautifulface/

Chris was already running to JC. Lance pulled out his
cell phone and dialed 411. The operator's voice was
shrill and fast.

"Information, this is Rhonda, what city please?"

A groan emanated from deep within Lance as he slammed
his thumb onto the phone's red button and hung up on
poor Rhonda. He was too frazzled to think.

"Chris, what fucking city are we in?"

Over his shoulder, he snarled back, "You're asking me?
You're kidding, right? No? Oh, that's fucking prime
Lance. Just fucking prime."

"Hmphf-wrnd."

Chris' head snapped back in shock, "What JC?"

"Oph-whand!"

"Huh? I can't understand you love!"

/ohshitididNOTjustcallhimlovenosirididnotdothat/

If JC caught Chris' slip of the tongue, he didn't let
on; he was way too intent on being understood to
endeavor his own understandings of others. He had an
idea for how he might be able to get his vocabulary
back and was hell bent on trying it.

JC rolled onto his knees and locked eyes with Chris.
Looking a bit like a bloody man-beast on all-fours,
JC swung his head sideways, indicating to Chris that
he planned on heading that-a-way and Chris was
welcome to follow.

Luckily, they didn't have to go far. About 20 feet
away a sidewalk passed them as it wound around the
park. JC crawled up to its edge and stopped. He lied
down in the grass on his back and stretched his right
arm out over the pavement. Chris just stood above him
trying to figure out if Justin had knocked a few
screws loose up in JC's ol' noggin as well.

Suddenly, Lance was at Chris' side, compassionately
looking down upon the strange sight that was their
friend JC. But then, Lance's head snapped in Chris'
direction and he began unleashing a sluice of
frustration onto him.

"Fucking sue me Chris," Lance spat, "I maintain all
the fucking schedules, for everyone, all the time!
I get frazzled one fucking time, can't remember what
city we're in, and now you wanna jump all over my
back about it? What the fuck, Chris?"

Lance was goin' off! The words spilled faster and
faster from Lance's mouth until all three of them were
sure he was going to hyperventilate. JC's grunts
finally got their attention and Lance to shut up.

"Oph-wnd!" JC tried to verbalize again but Chris
couldn't figure it out! It sounded like the same damn
unintelligible word he had already heard twice! But
then, Chris noticed that JC was waving his right hand
up in the air. Chris and Lance's jaws dropped open
when they saw what JC was trying to show them: written
on the pavement, apparently in JC's blood, was the
word 'Oakland.'

"Ohh..." Chris mumbled absentmindedly. Lance turned
away from Chris' flabbergasted stare and flipped back
open his cell phone. He pressed the green button,
then the redial button. The toes of his left foot
tapped impatiently onto the pavement beside him as he
waited to connect.

"Information. This is Dennis. What city please?"

"Oakland..."

"And the number?"

"Uh," Lance paused, he sure didn't want to have to
hang up on another 411 operator, "...Yellow Cab?"

"One moment," Dennis said curtly and then clicked Lance
over to an electronic recitation of the number. Lance
immediately dialed the seven digits and told the cab
company that they were in the park at Lake Merritt, on
Grand Avenue near Lenox. Dispatch informed Lance the
cab would be there in about five minutes.

He almost dialed 911 afterwards, just to see which
service would arrive quicker - a cab or an ambulance
- but he refrained. This was not really the time for
indulging the quirky pranks of the rich and famous.

As he slipped the phone back into his pocket he
looked over at Chris crouched beside an incoherently
mumbling JC. Then he looked towards the tour bus
parked about 200 feet away and thought about Justin.

He couldn't help but worry that Justin discovered
his boyfriend wasn't being faithful. That would be
a plausible explanation for the current events. But,
if Justin *was* aware of JC's infidelity, the
chances were pretty damn good that he knew about
Ancelyn too. Lance shivered at the thought.

Ironically, the fear that had surfaced in Lance as
he pondered the strange actions of his younger
friend simply paled in comparison to the fear that
gripped his heart when Chris' voice broke him out
of his daze.

"Lance? Do you know who the fuck Ancelyn is?"

Lance felt like he had been hit by a Mack truck.
Chris mistook Lance's frozen stare as lack of
comprehension - not terror - and continued,
"Look..." His finger stretched out towards the
pavement next to JC.

Lance first looked at JC, who was silent, unmoving,
with his eyes closed. Lance guessed he had either
fallen asleep suddenly, or slipped into
unconsciousness.  Pausing to gaze upon JC's
blood-stained and swelling face, Lance wondered
how JC could manage to actually SAY his alter-
ego's name in that condition.

Then his eyes moved to the pavement where Chris
had originally directed him. He gasped aloud when
he saw another word next to the placename JC had
written with his own blood. It too was scrawled
in blood and Lance thought he felt his heart come
to a full and complete stop in his chest. The new
word he gazed upon was 'Ancelyn.'

"Well?" Chris pressed on, "Do you know her?"

"Never heard of her." Lance lied, making a
concerted effort to just keep talking right into
another subject. "Why don't you go tell Joe and
Just that I've taken JC to the hospital and I'll
wait here with him for the cab to arrive."

"What? Are you telling me I can't go with him to
the hospital? Are you trying to..."

Lance interrupted, "Chris, go ahead..."

"WHAT?" With veins bulging in his neck and his
spittle flying everywhere, Chris practically
ripped Lance's head off with contempt.

"I said GO!" Lance screamed back at him. "Go with
him if you want to so fucking bad! Why the fuck
should I care?"

The commotion woke up JC who moaned in pain.

"Hnnc-wym?"

Chris immediately tended to JC so he missed the
horrified look on Lance's face when it dawned on
him what he had heard JC try to say: "Ancelyn."

Reminiscent of Justin's 'escape' only ten minutes
before, Lance turned from his fallen friends and
started towards the tour bus. JC had fallen from
the pain of his injury, and Chris, well... it was
pretty obvious that Chris had fallen *in love* -
yes, in love with JC.

Lance could not run away from the two of them fast
enough. He wondered if Chris believed his lie about
not 'knowing' Ancelyn. And he really wondered why
the hell JC was asking for her anyway.

As his hand grasped the cool chrome of the tour
bus' doorknob, he paused and reflected upon the
events of the day that had led up to this point. By
the time the knob was turning in his hand, Lance
had already figured that this day might be a
HELLUVA lot more memorable than he or his friends
had previously considered.

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end.4

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Sorry it was short and boring. I told ya'll this was
a five chapter story (my original story idea DID fit
in five) but now it could easily be ten (or more)
with the new way the storyline is running. I haven't
the will or the patience to write six or more
chapters in a bad mood though, so to keep the story
afloat (after Chapter 5), you gotta write to tell me
BEFORE I start on Chapter 5, ok? Otherwise, in about
five days, I'll post Chapter 5 as the final chapter
in the story. Lemme know: <opiperick@home.com>
Thanks! -Piper