Dreams by Rin
Email: Rin Song rinsong@yahoo.com
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Rating: R for M/M situations. This is a slash story. Sex between two men. If it isn't your thing, then don't read it! Besides, why are you even at this site then?????? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't know any of the members of 98 Degrees, or their sexual preferences but I sure wish I did!! Same with *Nsync. I am making no money off of this. I am doing this for my sick and twisted entertainment as well as for those who read it.
Archive: Only with my permission, thanks.
Part 4
"What's wrong Jeff," Lance asked, rising up looking a bit alarmed. "You look like you want to run."
"Sorry, Lance," Jeff said, walking over and sitting down in the chair offered to him. "I guess that I am just not used to the fact that you and Joey are together."
Joey laughed while Lance grinned. "It's okay Jeff. We are used to it from the rest of the guys," Joey told him with a quick grin. Jeff was instantly more comfortable. Joey had that effect of people. He could say something or even smile and they would relax visibly. This was one of the reasons that the members of Nsync were so popular.
"Ahem," Lance cleared his throat. "Jeff, is everything all right?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"
"Well," Lance paused, not quite knowing where to take the conversation. After a moment of Joey prodding him gently in the back and Jeff looking, completely, confused, he trod on in a rush. "I saw Drew with his arms around you in the elevator and when he pulled his hands away and you looked somewhat disappointed, so anyway, do you have feelings for him?" Lance said this last part in a complete rush and one breath. He finished in a rush and watched Jeff cautiously.
"Um...well...you see...," Jeff stammered. He hated being put on the spot like this. He wondered briefly that if he were that obvious to Lance, as well as Justin, if Drew suspected something. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"Are you going to say anything to Drew," Joey asked. He looked at Jeff with complete understanding in his eyes. "We will give you moral support if you need it."
"I'm not sure if I am ready to tell him yet," Jeff said, looking at the floor. He said this last part in a small, quiet voice. He did not want the other two men to see the tears in his eyes. He was reaching up to brush the unshed tears aside when he felt a hand under his chin, lift his head up slowly.
His head stopped with him staring into Lance's green eyes. "Jeff, don't be ashamed of it. It is perfectly natural. To be honest, I think Drew feels something for you also."
"How do you know that? Have you said anything to him," Jeff asked, panic evident in his voice.
"No, but I noticed that he left his hands to linger on your waist in the elevator earlier. Plus, he placed his hand in the small of your back, just a minute ago, in your room. It seemed like he wasn't even aware of the fact that he was doing it. It just seemed natural."
"Oh, I hadn't thought about that," Jeff admitted.
"You want us to say something for you," Lance asked.
"No! I mean, no, thanks," Jeff said. "I am honestly not sure if I am ready for this."
"All right," Joey said. He gently pushed Lance off of his knee and stood. As he walked toward the door he grinned over his should at the other two. "Should we go and see if Nick has killed Justin yet?"
They walked out into the hallway to see almost the entire group laughing hysterically. As they approached, Chris saw them and turned pointing to the open door. Jeff grinned and walked toward the doorway just in time to see a shaving creme covered Justin come running through the door.
"Make way! Comin' through!"
"Timberlake! I'm not done with you," Nick shouted as he came out of Jeff's bedroom, razor in hand. "Hey Jeff, sorry about the bed." Nick walked past him and out into the hallway. Jeff laughed and shook his head. It was then that he realized what Nick had just said.
"My bed? What about my..." The sentence died off without a word as he saw the remains of what was, at one time, a warm, dry, and comfortable bed. It was now a sodden, shaving creme covered mess. "What did they do, wrestle in here?"
"Kind of looks that way."
Jeff turned to see JC standing in the outer room grinning. "I warned Justin that his tricks would get him into hot water eventually."
"C'mon," Jeff said, clapping JC on the shoulder. "Shall we go save your bandmate?"
The two men walked toward the other end of the hall. They arrived to see Nick sitting on Justin, who was now shirtless, and covered in even more shaving creme. Nick was holding both of Justin's arms above his head with his left hand and shaving the smaller man's armpits with his right. "A little swipe here. A little swipe there. Ah, perfect, smooth as a baby's bottom."
Nick stood up and grinned at the others around him. He was standing there taking a bow when he was tackled by Justin, now enraged. "You shaved me! You son-of-a-bitch! You shaved my pits!"
The force that Justin hit Nick with sent the two men into Jeff. He felt himself land on someone and heard the smothered "Oof!" as they hit the floor in a heap. Nick and Justin rolled across the floor. Jeff turned to see who he had landed on and came face to face with Drew.
"Hey there Sugar," Drew said. "Is that a mic in you pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
"Huh?" Jeff stood up and quickly turned away from the other man. He glanced down and saw Drew looking at him oddly.
"Jeff, what is it?"
"Nothing. I just...well...oh, nevermind," Jeff said quietly. He turned and walked out of the room with his head down. He could here the others laughing but did not see the look that Drew gave him.
Part 5
Justin and Nick were still rolling around on the floor. Justin cursing and growling while Nick was laughing like a loon. Drew, still confused by Jeff's behavior, shook his head and walked out. Joey and Lance were nowhere to be seen. JC pulled Justin aside and asked him if he was in the mood to help him with some songs he was having troubles writing. This left Chris alone in the room, watching until it happened.
Yep, you got it. The Kiss. Now, we are not talking about a little peck, we are talking about one of those 'Oh my God, I have to have you now. I don't care if I have to go through your clothes to get it, but I am going to have it!"
"Ew! Gross guys! Go find another room besides mine," Chris said. He stood there staring at the two men on the floor, who were showing no signs of hearing him, much less stopping. Disgusted, Chris walked out and slammed the door behind him.
Meanwhile, Drew found himself on the roof. Wondering vaguely how he had arrived here, he walked over toward the edge when he saw someone standing and watching the sun set. Raising his hands to cup around his mouth, he almost called out to the person. He then realized it was Jeff.
Stopping himself, he decided to throw caution to the wind and confront the other man about his odd behavior. He walked quietly over to where Jeff was standing and stopped next to him. He said nothing. He only stared out over the city and watched the sun descend.
After a few moments, Jeff saw Drew standing there. "Hey," he said softly.
"Hey," Drew replied. He reached over and put his hand gently on Jeff's shoulder. "You want to talk about it?"
Jeff sighed. "I don't know what to say," he told Drew. His voice shook as he said those words and he would not look at Drew. Drew could see unshed tears in his eyes.
"Hey, man. It's me, Drew. You know you can talk to me."
"That's just it. It's you," Jeff said softly. He laughed rather cynically at that statement. "All right, you want to know what is going on?"
"Please?"
"Fine." With this said, Jeff reached out and put his hands on either side of Drew's face. He gently pulled the other man toward him. He thought it rather odd that Drew did not resist. He was so close that he could feel Drew's breath on his lips. He stopped. "I can't."
"I can." Jeff heard Drew say this softly. It was then that he felt the lips touch his. It was like standing in the middle of an electrical storm. Heat and passion, all in one kiss. He grabbed Drew by the hips and pulled him in closer to him, pressing his body against the smaller man. He heard and felt Drew gasp.
Jeff used this moment to his full advantage. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue into Drew's mouth. Drew tried to pull back at the intrusion, but quickly joined in with a relish. They were two men reveling in each others passion. After what seemed like an eternity, Jeff broke the kiss and drew in a shaky breath. "Wow."
"Yeah. That would describe it," Drew said. He looked up into Jeff's eyes and smiled softly. "Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do that?"
Jeff laughed and shook his head. "Do you think that if I had known, that I would have waited this long to kiss you?"
"Kiss me? Umm, excuse me, Sugar. I kissed you, remember," Drew said. He smiled and knocked softly on Jeff's forehead.
Jeff chuckled. "Well, let me rectify that." He leaned in and kissed Drew with even more fervor than before. Drew melted into the his touch and hoped that this moment never ended.