Blind Date Chapter 18
Blind Date Chapter Eighteen
Disclaimer: This story is not true. Its Fake. Pure Fiction. This never ever happened. I don’t know the sexuality of Lance Bass or Joey Fatone or any of the NSYNC guys. What I do know is that the characters in this story are mine. Please do not steal them. Everything on this page is © 2001 Mark Quigley. You must be 18 or 21 depending on your local laws to read this as this story does deal with male to male sex at times. That being said please enjoy the story and remember–Don’t forget to write me and let me know what you think! I love feedback; it’s what drives me to continue! ASUMark2000@yahoo.com is my email address and if you want to IM me on AIM/AOL, then my just email me and let me know and I’ll give you my screen name!
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I'd like to congratulate two of my fans: Daniel and Christian - congrats you guys on your engagement! May the two of you have nothing but happiness in the future! I want pictures of your wedding! ;-) May more gay couples find the happiness that you have.
A few people have emailed me and pointed out that Lance ordered the Baby Back Ribs on our first night out way back in chapter 2 that came out in July. Ok, I did not know that the guys were going to do the Chili's baby back ribs commercials back then. However, if who ever developed the commercials got the idea from reading my story, I want royalties! Hehehehehehe. Oh hell, just give me VIP tickets and Backstage passes to their concert here in Phoenix next month and we'll call it even!
Last time:
The rest of the group was almost finished eating breakfast. Mark joined Joey and Dale at the cart fixing up a plate.
Dale walked over and sat down next to JC. "So, what's the plan for today Lance?"
"Huh? What, oh." Lance found himself staring at Mark as he was fixing his plate. "Um, well we have a few interviews, then a celebrity luncheon reception for the charity event. Then, um, well we all had something special planned seeing as how, its, um…." Lance was obviously becoming antsy and uncomfortable. "It's um…"
"It's Mark's birthday." Chris spoke up. "Ok, enough of this shit. Mark, Lance get your asses over here!" Chris spoke in a voice that the rest of the guys knew you didn't dare challenge him. Lance sulked over towards Chris. Mark, looking confused and somewhat uneasy also walked over. As soon as the two of them were within his reach, Chris grabbed both of them and dragged them into the bedroom, and all they way into the bathroom. Forcing Lance to sit on the side of the tub and Mark to sit on the sink counter. Chris was still in his stern yelling mode, "Now you listen to me. This fight you had last night is bullshit and you both know it. It's not something to ruin your relationship and as your friend I'm not going to let you let that happen. You will not, and I repeat, will not leave this bathroom till you have made up. Is that clear?" With that he left, closing the door behind him.
And now on to Chapter Eighteen!
Mark and Lance sat there in silence for a while. Looking at everything in the bathroom but each other. Finally, Mark looked at Lance and Lance looked back at him.
"Hi." Mark said meekly.
"Umm, Hey."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Not really, I kind of cried for most of the night."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"What about you?"
"Not sure, got drunk and passed out on Chris's sofabed."
"Oh."
"Yea." Mark and Lance lapsed into silence again for a few more minutes. Finally Mark spoke back up. "Lance, I'm so sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. I was just a little defensive. I wasn't expecting you to fly off like that."
"No, no, it's not your fault. I over-reacted. I shouldn't have gotten so mad at you over a stupid little thing like a CD."
"Hey, it's not stupid, it was your music, I never thought about what it meant to you. Lance I'm sorry about everything that happened last night. Do you think you could forgive me?"
Lance stood up and stepped in front of Mark. Placing his hand on Mark's chin he lifted up his head. "Hey, there's nothing to forgive, we were both a little stupid last night. And I could never stop loving you. I was so miserable last night and I just wish I hadn't over-reacted like I did and chased you away last night." Lance leaned over and kissed Mark softly on the lips. As he pulled away Mark reached around him and pulled him back.
"Mmm, I love you James Lance Bass. Nothing will change that." Mark pulled Lance into another kiss.
After out tongues finished their duels with each other we broke apart. "Well I guess we should go out there and let the guys know we've all made up." Lance suggested reluctantly as he reached for the door.
"Oh no you don't!" I grab his outstretched arm and pulled it around me with a wicked grin on my face. Lance looked a bit confused. "I'm the birthday boy after all so I should get what I want!" I gave him a peck on the forehead.
Lance leaned up against me in our hug and smirked. "Oh really? And just what does the birthday boy want?" He wiggled his eyebrows seductively.
"Hmmm, I dunno, how about you, me, the shower and the most fantastic make up sex - so good it'll make the building shake!" I began to kiss his neck.
"What? Here? With everyone out in the other room?" Lance let out a deep moan when my lips reached the spot just below his earlobe.
"Don't worry, I won't tell them." I chuckled as my lips continued their exploration of Lance's neck. Lance started purring like a cat as I continued to lick and kiss him. Finally my self control gave out and I got down on my knees and started kissing his crotch through his shorts, my hands reaching up into his shorts along the back of his legs. "I need you Lance, I need you now!" I growled. With that I reached up and pulled his shorts and boxers down in one shift motion. There, in front of me was Lance pointing up. I started going down on him as if I had been deprived of sex for years. My tongue happily tracing every inch of his throbbing shaft. Lance placed his hands gently on my head and kept on with his moaning. The louder he got, the more eager I sucked.
Meanwhile, back in the front room the guys were finishing up their breakfast and talking about what they would do if Chris's scheme didn't work. Soon enough, they had their answer as a load moan emanated from the bathroom that Chris had locked Mark and Lance in.
Dale looked at the door, then over at Joey. He raised an eyebrow, and didn't say a word. Just looked at him. Joey blushed. Chris noticed it but just figured his friend was having a prude moment about the noises coming from the bathroom. A second, deeper moan came through the door. Chris elbowed Joey in the side and began snickering. Joey glared at Chris, then glanced over at Dale. Dale ran his tongue over his lips. That did it. Joey blushed about twenty shades of red. He decided it'd be safest to laugh with Chris, so he started laughing along with his band mate.
Justin was doing his best not to snicker like his bandmates, actually he felt rather embarrassed from the sounds he was hearing. He decided that he would speed things along. "Hey guys, we need to head out for our interviews."
"Shit that's right." JC was still nursing his glass of orange juice as he got up. Who's going to go break the news to the peacemakers in there." He gestured towards where the moaning was coming from.
Joey paused in his giggle-fest; "Well Dale is closest." Joey flashed Dale a wicked smile. This time Dale blushed. Chris noticed it but couldn't figure out what was going on, maybe Dale was just embarrassed about having to go interrupt his two friends.
Dale got up and walked through the bedroom and stood in front of the bathroom door, where several low sounding moans were making their way through the door. He sighed, 'Well, its now or never', he thought to himself and he reached up, unlocked the door, turned the know and slowly pulled it open. Peeking inside he let out a gasp, there in front of him was Lance sitting on the sink counter his shorts around his ankles and Mark was kneeling in front of him giving Lance a blowjob. Dale couldn't believe what he was seeing. He figured Lance was huge just from what he had seen in bulging in his clothes, but he wasn't expecting something so large. He found himself just staring for a moment. Finally he regained his senses ducked behind the half-opened door and cleared his throat hoping that they would stop. Unfortunately Lance and Mark were so engrossed they didn't hear him, nor did the notice the door had been opened. Dale shouted into the bathroom. "Umm, guys, you all made up in there?"
The sudden noise startled both of them. Causing Lance to jump slightly which forced him to slide into the sink. Mark jumped also and lost his balance nearly hitting his head on the side of the counter. Both suddenly were beet red in the face and started looking around to see where the voice came from.
"Dale?" Mark enquired towards the half-opened door.
"Yea, sorry to interrupt, but the guys need to get going to their interviews. So you guys make up yet?"
Lance pulled himself out of the sink and grabbed his shorts and pulling them back up. "Oh yea, I think we'll be fine. Be out in a minute!" He was extremely flustered; he looked down at Mark who was climbing back up from the floor. Lance smiled and winked at him.
"Ok, we'll be out in the living room waiting for you." Dale grinned as he walked back out.
Lance helped Mark up, pulling him into a hug. "Do you think he saw us?"
"Well not sure, but if I know Dale, if he did I'm sure he'll find sometime to use it to embarrass me."
"Hmm, well we'll just have to finish this later.
"Oh you can count on that. Come on, let's not keep the guys waiting." Mark grabbed Lance's hand and led him out to the living room.
They both walked into the living room as all eyes fall on them.
There it is! Hope you all liked it. As always, keep up with the emails!