This is a story that would, on the most part, be about the guys from *NSYNC. Lance and JC look so good together (have you seen Kevin's website? you gotta: http://209.183.204.98/TKA/TKA_PAGE/fave_men/men_lance2.html). But of course, I know nothing of their true sexualities in real life.
I am a new author so please drop me a line on what you think of this after. My email is Vikat@graffiti.net. Enjoy!
Oh, and lest you thought I forgot, here's the usual disclaimer: This story is not meant to imply anything about *NSYNC or any other celebrities that may be mentioned. It is purely fiction and fantasy on my part. If you're not old enough to read this (18+ depending on where you're from), or might be offended by homosexual situations, then get out of here now.
Lance and Joey had been together almost since the formation of *NSYNC. When they met that day at Transcontinental, they just clicked. Though they came from completely different backgrounds, they found they actually had a lot in common. For example, they both loved to cook and travel. In fact, they both dreamed that one day they could travel around the world and learn the different cuisines that were out there. They could also talk about anything, and yet sometimes just sit in the most comfortable silence together. They had a great relationship and anybody that saw them together envied them.
However, Lance was beginning to have second thoughts about their relationship. Things were getting stale if they were not already. They hardly ever touched each other intimately anymore. Sometimes, Lance thought they would make better friends than lovers. Lance looked over to the sleeping body beside him. He wondered what attracted him to Joey. There was his wit... Joey could always make him laugh... Then there was his dark, brooding persona that gave him a mysterious atmosphere... Lance knew he was the only one that thought this, but he could see that so well. He remembered the picture of Joey looking into the distance while the rest of the guys looked into the camera for their CD single of "Bye, Bye, Bye." Yeah, Lance found him sexy but he also thought that Joey was really wacky and crazy. Lance sweared he had the worst taste in clothes and hair styles... No wait, Chris was worse... Lance laughed and put his head on top of his boyfriend's chest. He listened to Joey's heart beating. He wished he could love him more. Isn't it true that if two people really loved each other, then they would be in tune to each other's souls? Lance liked Joey a lot, but he didn't feel that way. He closed his eyes and just listened to Joey's heartbeat. Maybe if he listened hard enough, it would tell him how to love Joey more.
Suddenly, Joey moved to the side, pushing Lance off his chest. Joey had a frown on his face and mumbled, "You're crushing me," and went back to sleep. Lance knew Joey was still in dream mode when he said that, but it still hurt. Lance sighed and got off the bed to take a shower.
He went into the spacious six-star hotel bathroom and locked the door. He stepped into the stall and felt the glass door lock him in, keeping the water from flooding the room. He turned the knob and felt the perfectly-tempetured water flow down his head, along his body and hit the white tiles. He loved the way the water massaged his back and took away the dirt. He just wished the water would also take away the uneasy thoughts he had on his mind. He wished he knew what to do about his relationship with Joey. They were in a rut and Lance had no idea how to get them out of it. "Maybe it's better not to," a voice in Lance's head told him. Lance frowned and turned the knob to get the water hotter. He can't think that. Joey was a special guy and he was so lucky to have him. There was no way he would ever find someone like that again. They shared their most intimate dreams with each other and envisioned their future together. No, there was no way Lance would give up on them that easily.
He turned off the shower and stepped onto the white marble of the bathroom's flooring. He cringed at the coolness of it, compared with the steam that was all around the room. The mirror was all fogged up and he walked over to it. He grabbed a thick, plush towel from the rack and wiped the mirror. He saw the image of himself quickly steaming up again. Now the mirror only offered a hazy reflection of himself. Appropriate. He had no idea how to spice up his relationship.
Laughter tinkled into Lance's ears from the next room. He knew that had to be Justin and JC. They just did the weirdest things together. He and Joey used to have a lot of fun together too. When did it stop? Do relationships always come to this point? "Maybe that's how you know when it's over," that annoying voice said again. Lance saw himself scowl in the mirror and quickly looked down into the sink. It couldn't really be over, right?
(in the next room)
Justin and Chris bellowed with laughter into the phone. JC was on the other side and steaming. "I can't believe you guys did this!" he screamed.
"Serves you right JC," Justin said. "You knew you had this coming after you left me to that bunch of screaming girls all alone. I had to hail a cab to get back to the hotel in nothing but my boxers!"
Chris shouted also into the mouthpiece, "Yeah, have you forgotten how you videotaped a girl dumping a drink on my head and then showed it to everybody? I was so embarrassed and now it's your turn!"
"Have fun getting back and try not to attract too much attention Joshy," Justin taunted and hung up on JC before he could respond. He and Chris cracked up again and thought of JC dressed in the outfit they left him, rolling through the strip and up to their posh hotel. They wondered whether the hotel guards would actually let him in.
(at a seedy motel room across town)
JC listened to the dialtone and cursed. "Those two are such assholes." However, he had to admit that their prank was pretty good. JC thought over the events of the past night....
Last night, he, Justin and Chris went clubbing in one of Las Vegas' trendiest spots. They were dancing and he was having a lot of fun when two girls came grinding themselves on him. He didn't like that all, not that the girls weren't pretty or anything, but he just wasn't attracted to them. He looked to the guys for help, but couldn't find them anywhere. The girls then led him toward the bar. The last thing he remembered was downing one of the nastiest drinks he had ever had and wishing that he was somewhere else. When he woke up that morning, he got his wish. He woke up in a rat/roach-infested, smelly room with no clothes on. He had no idea what had happened until he looked onto the bedstand beside him. There was an opened condom wrapper and a Polaroid on it. He picked up the picture and saw a fat guy with a beard and a pot belly and the words: Call me hot stuff, Brad. JC literally screamed when he saw that. He started ranting, "What the hell happened? Did we have sex?" He looked into the picture again and started to cry and rant at the same time. "I never even french-kissed anyone before yet alone had sex and now I lost it to some guy. Some fat guy! What am I..." That's when he heard laughter coming from the phone, which he now noticed was off the hook. He picked up the phone piece and said, "What the fuck is going on?!"
"Oh poor Joshy thought he lost his virginity! Don't worry nothing happened, except we popped your inflated ego!" the familiar voice of Justin said. Then Chris came on and said, "Yeah, whatever happened to the tons of girls you scored with? Tsk. Tsk. All of 'em were just lies. We recorded this JC and can't wait till we tell Joey and Lance."
"No you didn't!" JC said in horror. He was red with shame but now he had turned white in all of five seconds. He then heard his voice replayed back for him. "Please don't tell them!"
"OK JC, if you promise to stop doing stupid things to us too," Justin said.
"OK fine. I guess I went a bit far too..." He was about to apologize some more when he noticed that he had no clothes on. "Hey, where's my clothes?" Justin and Chris started snickering and Chris managed to mutter, "Have you checked the drawer under the phone?" JC opened the drawer and noticed a neon green, spandex bicycle suit and black roller blades beside it.
"I can't believe you guys did this."
...JC still couldn't believe he had to go back to the hotel wearing those things. He sighed and went to the dinky washroom. He was about to get into the shower stall when he noticed the three roaches circling around the drainage holes. "Shower when I get back then," JC thought and quickly closed the curtain which was yellowed with age. JC splashed water on his face and cleaned his teeth with his finger because there was no toothbrush. He dried himself with the bedsheets and put on the bicycle suit. He didn't have any underwear so the suit hugged his body tightly, especially around the crotch area. The material showed every indent of his dick and anybody could see it in that suit even if they were a mile away. There was no way he was wearing that and blading his way back to the hotel. He thought to call a cab, when he remembered that he also had no wallet. He could call Lance or Joey, but saw that he broke the phone when he slammed it after Justin had hung up on him.
JC gritted his teeth and put on the blades. He thought, "At least they paid for the room." That's when there was a knock on the door with a man saying, "Hey you got ten minutes before I kick you out! You haven't even paid..." JC groaned and tried to look for another exit. He noticed the dinky window in the washroom and decided to try it. He took off his blades and threw them out, hoping the man didn't hear them fall. He pushed himself through the window the best he could and thought he was OK when he noticed that some of the material had gotten caught and now he was left with a widening split in one of the legs of his suit. He was going to kill the guys when he got back. That's when the manager saw him and started to come after him with a broom and shouting stuff in Spanish. JC quickly put on his blades and bladed away along the back streets. He thought, "If I ever got back," and prayed that he would make it to the Bellagio without harm.
(back to Lance and Joey's hotel room at the Bellagio)
Lance came out of the washroom, letting the steam out into the huge room. Joey was still sleeping on the bed, except he was now sprawled all over it, with a contented expression on his face. He thus couldn't have possibly noticed the "sex god" image Lance was radiating at that moment. He had water dripping off his hair onto his chest, with nothing but a hand towel around his waist because the big one was all wet. Anybody would have lusted after him if they were just awake, but unfortunately the only person who saw him was deep in slumberland. Lance bit his lip and let his towel fall as he looked for something to wear in his suitcase.
He remembered another morning when he got out of another hotel shower, but something different had happened. He got out in nothing but a towel also, but noticed that Joey was not on the bed. He thought he might have gone for breakfast at Chris' room or something, and since he wasn't feeling hungry at that moment, he decided to just relax on the bed and watch TV. The Looney Tunes were on and he happily started watching it. Suddenly the door opened and in walked Joey carting in a tray filled with all sorts of goodies. Joey also had on the cutest little angel wings and nothing but a towel around his waist. Lance turned off the TV and smiled as Joey came toward where he was laying. Lance turned on his side and touched the soft material of the angel wings. "Where were you and where did you get these things?"
"Well," Joey said as he laid down beside Lance and slowly started tracing his fingers along the curve of Lance's figure. "I was in Chris' room and he told me that we have the whole morning and afternoon off, so I thought it would be neat if we could spend it together." Joey looked into Lance's pale, green eyes and saw them darken a little bit with passion, and smiled as he let his finger start tracing Lance's chest. "Then I noticed that he had these things in his room which he said that some girl had left," Joey stopped as he noticed the quizzical expression on his boyfriend's face. "Remember the extras on the set when we did that magazine cover and we were all dressed up in white?" Lance nodded as he remembered the skimpy bikinis and wings that the women on the set wore. Skanks. "Anyhow, somehow Chris got one of them, and I borrowed it. I also ordered this stuff from his room and showered so that I would be all fresh just for you!" Joey lightly touched Lance's nose and then kissed him lightly on the lips. He then said in a deep voice, "Tell your angel what you want him to do for you."
Lance giggled at that and just kissed him back. Joey could be so corny sometimes. But cute. Lance looked into those brown eyes and melted. Very cute. "I want," Lance drawled as Joey moved his hands down his body, "You to..." "Yes?" Joey prodded and caressed Lance's sides while putting tiny kisses along his neck.
Lance laughed softly and whispered into Joey's ears, "I want you to bring me some chocolate covered strawberries!" Joey popped up at that moment and looked at Lance with confusion. Lance's eyes were full of mirth as he said, "What did you think I would say?"
Joey just kissed Lance on the lips and said, "Tease," and brought the cart to the bed. That morning was spent just eating the sweet foods on the tray, which included Lance's all-time favorite, French Toast, and watching Lance's favorite TV show, Loonie Tunes, while being with Lance's favorite person, Joey.
Lance got a warm feeling as he remembered that time. It happened so long ago though. In fact, only just a couple months after he and Joey first started dating in 1998. Two years, and though they did a lot of other stuff since then, that was one of their sweetest moments together. It had been a long time since they had ever done anything that romantic. Lance put on his white boxer-briefs and walked over to the bed. He looked at Joey's form and saw the physical changes on his body. Joey had gained some weight, but he took it well. His hair was now streaked with red, and he was hairier than before, but Lance really didn't care. Joey was still sexy and because he had such an outgoing personality, could get anyone he wanted. However, Lance also knew that Joey just didn't hold his attraction anymore. He had been noticing a lot of other guys and felt ashamed. He had a good thing with Joey, he couldn't just give that up for such a superficial reason. They never really formally said they were going steady or anything, but it was understood that they would be faithful toward each other. In fact, some people actually thought they were like a married couple because of their devotion.
Well, Lance thought, married couples had their ups and downs and that was just what he and Joey were going through. They would get through this no matter what. Lance got into the bed and curled beside Joey's form. His hand instinctively rested over Lance's shoulder and pulled him closer, but Lance also noticed that the expression on Joey's face was also not so peaceful looking anymore. Things had changed.