Here we go on part 10. Thanks to everyone for their feedback. It is much appreciated. I am delighted and amazed how well this story is being received by readers. (Knock on wood). I guess all those years of making up stories in my head have paid off. Okay, enough of my dithering.
This is a work of fiction. The author doesn't know jack about NSYNC's private lives or the people around them. To his knowledge no one in NSYNC is gay, has been gay or will be in the future. (Waa!) There will be graphic descriptions of gay sex. So if you are underage or object to depiction of hot and steamy, blood pumping, better get the right hand ready gay sex stop reading now. (The author does tend to over estimate his abilities.) Off we go.
"I can't believe it." JC sat down on the edge of the bed. "Justin and Peter."
Lance sat down next to him, put his arm around him and gave JC a squeeze. "How many more times are you going to repeat that? We saw it with our own eyes."
JC shook his head. "It's still a shock." He looked at Lance. "You know, he could have done so much better."
"Justin?"
"No, Peter. We know how Justin is. He doesn't."
Lance stared to JC. "Two minutes ago you were accusing him of taking advantage of Justin and now you say Justin isn't good enough for him?"
"You know what I mean. They are such opposite people."
"Maybe they will even each other out a bit."
"This was Peter's first time. It was supposed to be wonderful and romantic."
Lance took JC's hand. JC turned to him. "I know mine was. And it has been ever since."
"Thanks." JC smiled. "My first gay experience was that way."
"Really? I was so nervous, I felt like I was just fumbling around."
"I thrilled whenever you touched me. I thought you were very avant-garde."
Lance laughed.
"I don't believe it was that way with Peter, at least not from Justin's side. I just don't want Peter to get hurt."
"I very much doubt that. I think Peter knew what was happening."
"How can you be so sure?"
"You were there. He didn't strike me as being all moony eyed and doting with Justin."
"No, I have to agree with you there."
"Besides, we know it's very hard to put anything past Peter. He even stood up to you. That was the last thing I'd expect him to do. He seemed to have a firm grasp of the situation."
"You're probably right." JC stood up. "Speaking of a firm grasp, I better hit the shower. I know how much you hate it when I'm late." JC picked up a robe and went into the bathroom.
JC had just started to lather up when the shower curtain pulled back. Lance stepped in.
"Saving time by showering together?" asked JC with a wink.
"Not really." Before JC knew what was happening Lance was kissing him. Lance pressed against him. JC felt Lance's growing hardon.
JC pulled away. "Lance, we only have a little less than an hour."
Lance started working the lather over JC's chest. "Its only breakfast. We don't have to be fully dressed. Robes will do. After all, we've seen everybody in their underwear." Lance swirled the soap lower onto JC's stomach.
"Lance?"
"I let you sleep in yesterday morning and I was so preoccupied last night." Lance stopped soaping and looked up. JC looked into those beautiful green eyes. "I miss you, JC."
JC wrapped his arms around Lance. Lance was right. It seemed like ages since they had touched. They kissed. JC kept Lance in his arms and turned around. He let the shower wet Lance down. Together they began soaping each other, working up a lather in more ways than one.
"You are so beautiful, Lance. I know I've said that before."
"I love hearing you say it."
JC rubbed the lather around Lance's body, relishing the feeling of the warm slippery skin. "I love your arms, your shoulders, your chest, your back and your stomach" JC caressed each part of Lance as he mentioned it. "And I love your perfectly delectable ass," he squeezed Lance's ass. "And your beautiful cock." He started stroking Lance. Lance almost purred.
"JC, you're so good to me." Lance ran his hands over JC's body. "My handsome lover, you are so gorgeous."
JC camped it up. "Hmm, I'm gorgeous!" he lisped.
JC liked to joke around when Lance was being romantic. He slapped his hands hard against JC's ass.
"Ow!"
"You have such a delicious bubble butt."
"It's also red now, thanks to you."
"Serves you right, Mr. Jokester."
"Sorry." JC tried looking apologetic.
"And last but not least, JC junior." Lance began stroking JC as well.
They stood there watching the pleasure on each of their faces as they stroked each other's cocks.
"I don't think we have ever just jacked each other off before." JC said. "Its kind of hot."
Lance gave him a quick kiss. "I didn't join you just for a hand job. I want to feel you in me."
"Yesterday morning I wanted you so bad. I still do." JC ran a finger along Lance's chin. "Can we switch off?"
"You better believe it." Lance grinned. "I love to cum with you in me. Do you mind if I do you first?"
JC grinned. "Oh, goody. I get honors." He bent over. Lance's cock twitched as JC spread his ass cheeks. "Go to it."
Lance buried his face between those round cheeks and shoved his tongue into the puckered hole.
"Oh,god, yeah!" JC gasped.
Lance tongued JC with abandon. JC propped himself against the wall, while Lance went wild on his ass.
JC could feel their need for each other was already growing. He wanted Lance in him so bad. Lance was really going to town with his tongue. JC tried to keep a hold on the wall, but his hands kept slipping.
Lance pried himself away from JC's ass. He stood up and wrapped his arms around JC. JC stood and turned around. He pressed his lips against Lance's. They opened their mouths, their tongues danced wildly. They pressed their bodies together. The two hard cocks sliding against each other between their warm bodies.
JC pulled back. "Let's get out of the shower. We wouldn't want to slip and hurt ourselves." Lance nodded in agreement. In a few moments they were rinsed off and toweled dry.
JC laid a dry towel on the counter then lay on the towel himself. Lance reached for the bottle of lube he had set by the shower.
"Do you remember where you left off?" He grinned at Lance over his shoulder as he spread his ass again.
Lance's cock was already throbbing as he applied the lube.
"And how!" He eased his cock into JC slowly. As soon as he felt some resistance he pulled out. Then pushed it in again.
JC felt the whole length of Lance's cock slide into him. His head snapped back.
"Oh, yeah! Lance, I need you so bad." JC pushed back trying to make Lance's cock go deeper into him. Lance could feel JC trembling with desire. He picked up the speed of his thrusts. Lance reached around and started jacking JC's cock.
JC rested his head on the counter.
"Yes, Lance. That's it. Make me feel good."
Lance's closed his eyes. Waves of pleasure surged through him. He pushed forward with more force. He opened his eyes. JC was watching him in the mirror. Pleasure flushed his face with each thrust of Lance's cock. Lance felt their excitement growing.
JC felt his passion swelling as he watched Lance fuck him. He could tell Lance's was getting close as well. Lance started to pull out so they could switch places.
JC reached back and grabbed Lance's ass.
"Don't you dare stop!" JC growled. JC took over jerking his cock from Lance. He wanted Lance to concentrate on one thing, fucking him.
Lance wanted to stop, but JC's passion overtook him. He started to slam his cock into JC. JC's whole body was writhing on the counter.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah." JC groaned at each thrust. His ass clamped around Lance's cock. JC was getting close. Lance thrust his cock as deep into JC as he could.
"Oh, Lance, yes! I'm going to cum. Oh, god!!!" JC stood up. A few strokes and cum splattered onto the counter, spurt after spurt. JC's body trembled and shook. Lance thrust his cock into JC. Another surge of delight flooded JC. He let out little grunts as the climax abated. He lay back on the counter panting.
A few more trusts and Lance was ready to pop.
"Lance, cum on my ass."
Lance lost it. He pulled out.
"Yes, JC. I going. Oh, yes. Here I cum." Lance shuddered as he shot off. JC felt the hot touch of cum splashing on his skin. Lance continued jerking his cock. Shot after shot of cum spurted from his cock. Slowly the waves of pleasure faded. The spurts stopped. Lance stopped stroking. He leaned down to take JC into his arms. JC stood up and turned around so they could kiss.
"Lance, that was wonderful. You plowed me good. That was just what I needed, lover."
"It was great, but..." Lance started to pout. "What about me? We were supposed to take turns."
A grin spread across JC's face. "Nothing to worry about."
"But, we don't have much time for you to recover."
"From what?"
Lance felt JC hard cock rubbing against him.
"You're still hard!"
JC started nibbling on Lance's lips. "I needed you so bad. You have me so turned on. Now it's your turn."
Lance almost belly flopped onto the counter. "Hurry, I don't think we have much time."
JC smiled. "Don't worry. There's time enough. I'm sure Peter and Justin can find something to do if they have to wait."
Lance was shaking with eagerness as JC applied the lube.
"Gees, Lance, you always seem so anxious for it."
"No. I'm not anxious for "it". I'm anxious for you."
"Then here I come." JC pushed his cock into Lance. Lance let out a moan.
"Yes, JC. I want you."
Lance pushed back, sliding JC's cock all the way into him.
"Please, JC. Do me."
JC didn't need to be asked twice. He began trusting his cock into Lance. The muscles tightened as JC pulled out. JC moaned with Lance for pleasure.
JC leaned down. "You like that?" He whispered into Lance's ear.
"Oh, yes, JC."
"Do you want it harder?"
"Yes!"
JC sped up the thrusts adding more force to them. Lance bit his knuckle. Moaning happily.
"Lance, your make my cock feel so good."
"Don't stop, JC. Keep going."
JC looked at their faces next to each other in the mirror flushing with pleasure. He increased his speed.
"Oh, god, JC. That's it, faster."
"Lance, I love fucking you."
"I love you fucking me, JC. You do it so well."
"I think I should stop," joked JC.
"No!" Lance snapped. "Please, don't!"
"I think I will." JC pulled out. He was still joking, but Lance reacted.
"No!"
Lance stood up and turned around. He grabbed JC by the shoulders and lay him on the floor on his back. Lance quickly straddled him. He lowered himself onto JC cock. Then up and down in a fast pace.
"Now you can't stop." Lance grinned down at him.
"I was just teasing"
"Fuck your teasing. Fuck me!"
JC bucking his hips matching Lance's rhythm. Lance was whimpering loudly and happily. Both of their passions were peaking.
Lance looked down into JC's blue eyes.
"JC, I love you." He leaned down. They kissed.
After a few moments Lance sat up again caressing JC chest. Lance's muscles tensed. Each downward motion drove the whole length of JC's cock into his ass. The cock rubbed against his insides sending a surge of delight through him. Lance felt his excitement peak.
"JC, I love you so much!"
Lance's cock erupted without him touching it. Volley after volley of cum splattering on JC's stomach and chest. Lance maintained his up and down movements. His head was flung back, mouth open making a long moan. Lance's cock jerked upward with each shot of cum. The climax passed. Lance looked back to JC. He had a surprised look on his face. Lance smiled down at him.
"I don't have to do anything to my cock. You're that good, JC."
JC couldn't hold out any more. Lance had pushed him toward the edge.
"You're going to make me cum, Lance. Oh, god, lover. I'm going to shoot!"
Lance pulled off of JC.
"Show me. Let me see you cum. Shoot that load."
JC arched his back jerking his cock. Lance watched as JC's muscles tensed and his cock exploded. Shot upon shot of cum arching across his stomach. JC's body shook. He gasped at each spurt. He slowly relaxed. The shots stopped.
Lance leaned down. He ran his tongue from JC's crotch up to his chest, his neck and to his lips. As soon as they were face to face, they kissed passionately. They parted smiling.
"I love you, Lance." JC ran his fingers along Lance's face. "I am so lucky. What did I do to deserve you?"
"You were born." Lance smiled back. "We better get ready. They'll be here soon."
JC pulled Lance to him. "Fuck 'em."
"JC, a foursome? I'm shocked." Lance grinned. "I get Peter. You can have Justin."
JC shuddered. "No thank you! I take it back."
Lance sat up. "Come on. It is getting late."
JC groaned as he sat up. "They spoil all our fun."
Lance helped him up. "The tours over in three more weeks. When we're back at home, we can have all the fun you want."
"Hey, how come I'm the sticky one for a change?"
"It's about time. Come, on." Lance stepped in the shower. "I'll clean you up." JC joined him. "But, no funny business."
"Yes, sir." JC said. "Just good clean fun."
The shower curtain closed behind them.
Peter was combing his hair. He noticed Justin sneak around the corner and come up behind him. Justin put his arms around Peter's waist and kissed him on his cheek.
"Are you ready?"
"Doesn't anyone in NSYNC know how to knock?"
Justin looked hurt. "After last night I have to knock?" There was that impish grin again. "I was hoping to catch you indecent."
"It is a common courtesy."
Justin looked like a scolded child. "I'm sorry."
Point made, Peter went on. "Why didn't you just go to their room?"
Justin gave Peter another squeeze. "I wanted to go together."
Peter turned to Justin. "Its more likely you didn't want to be alone with them."
Justin was embarrassed. Peter was right. He tried to hide the fact. "You know how JC can be."
"That's because he cares a great deal about you." Peter turned back to the mirror. "To tell you the truth, I'm glad of the company. I don't want to face them alone either."
Justin rested his chin on Peter's shoulder. "JC cares about you, too. We all do."
"Yes, but after last night..." Peter stopped.
"They may still think of me as the baby of this group, but this baby is now an adult. They'll get over it. Trust me. I know these guys." Justin winked.
Peter nodded. He faced Justin. "Well, I suppose we should get this over with."
"It's just breakfast not the firing squad."
"You say Potato. I say Potahto."
Justin smiled. "Come on. It will be fine."
Peter followed Justin out of the bedroom.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
To Lance's surprise, it was Chris.
"I was just going down for breakfast and I was wondering if you wanted to come with." Chris noticed the breakfast cart. "Oh. I guess not." Chris smiled. "Deja vu, huh?"
"Sort of." JC replied.
"I'd better go." He turned to the door. Chris turned back excited. "I'm sorry, I can't stand it any longer. I didn't really think that you would go through with it. I have to know which one of you was it? It was just one, right?"
"What are you talking about, Chris?" JC asked.
"Oh, come on. The mental and physical energy was so intense the whole hotel must have known."
"Known what?" Lance looked innocent.
Chris was almost angry. "Who slept..." he paused, "had sex with Peter?"
"It wasn't either of us." Lance said simply.
At that moment the door between the rooms opened.
Chris was confused. "But if you didn't have sex with him, who did?"
Justin entered the room followed by Peter. Justin eyed the food on the cart.
"It looks so good. I'm starving. Morning, Chris. You were asking something?"
"What is Justin doing here?"
Chris knew this was the gathering of the gay guys. Justin didn't belong. Chris's mind refocused. Justin had come from Peter's room. With Peter! Chris suddenly realized the truth. He stared. His mouth dropped open.
Chris pointed to Justin. "You?"
Justin nodded.
Chris looked at JC and Lance still pointing to Justin. "Him?"
They nodded.
Chris looked at Peter and pointed between him and Justin. "You two?"
There was more nodding.
Chris gaped at Justin. "Are you?" Chris pointed to JC and Lance.
"No." Justin replied.
"Oh." Chris looked confused. "Then how?"
"BI." Justin said.
"Oh." Chris nodded. Then he shook his head. He pointed to the door. "Um, I'll be going now." Still looking very confused, Chris left.
JC grinned. "That's a first. I have never seen Chris speechless before. He even left without a joke."
"I guess the joke was on him." Lance motioned for them to sit down.
"Well, Justin, for someone who didn't know if he had the guts to tell the guys that he's bisexual, you have very few people left."
Justin looked at Peter. "Just Joey."
Peter paled. "He's going to kill me. I'd be better off with Bill."
"That's not funny." JC snapped. "Joey wouldn't do anything of the kind."
"Look how mad you got."
"That's just JC." Lance said. "He goes off without thinking things through."
"Besides, Joey should be the last person to criticize anyone's sexual encounters." Justin added.
Lance handed out the plates. "Don't forget about John. He should be told."
Peter got up. "I might as well start packing now."
JC grabbed Peter's arm. "Will you sit down! He meant about Justin. John doesn't need to know about last night. He stays out our personal lives unless it starts to effect the group."
The question had been gnawing at Lance long enough.
"So, Justin, when did you become aware of these feelings?" Lance asked. "You said last it started with us?"
"After you got together, yeah. Once I got used to the idea of you being a couple, I began enjoying seeing you together holding hands and even kissing. I soon realized that I was more than a little envious. But two weeks ago it really kicked in and then I started to have the dreams."
"Dreams?"
"Excuse me, Lance. What happened two weeks ago?"
"Its kind of embarrassing."
Peter put his hand on Justin's shoulder. "At this table you can feel free to say anything." Justin shifted nervously.
"It was when I had the room next to yours."
Lance and JC knew a little of what was coming next.
"You heard us, didn't you." Lance blushed. "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to disturb you."
"You did more than "disturb" him." Peter added.
"Justin?" Lance said softly.
Justin met his glance, then looked down. "I got turned on. I'm afraid I beat off. I know it sounds sick."
"Justin, I thought we had that cleared up." Peter said.
Lance sat back in his chair. "I don't know, it's almost a compliment of sorts."
"It was soon after that that the dreams started." Justin looked up. "I'd be making out with this girl and she would change into a man. But, I didn't stop. Its like I didn't care. I was really getting confused. That's why I went to see Peter at the stadium. He helped me to make sense of it."
Lance gently slapped JC's shoulder. "See. I was right all along."
"You knew?" Justin asked surprised.
"We could tell something was bothering you." Lance replied.
"And you kept going off every time someone joked about sex. So we thought that had something to do with it."
"How come you didn't come and talk it over with us?" Lance looked slightly hurt.
"I figured that you'd just think I was trying to get on your bandwagon."
JC and Lance glanced at each other. That was dangerously close to the truth.
"Well, you found the next best person to talk to." Lance smiled at Peter.
"Then I had this desire to experience sex with another man. I knew I could trust Peter, but I was running out of time. I tried to think of as many of the benefits or consequences for Peter and me. After a lot of thinking I decided to see if I couldn't talk Peter into it."
Peter laughed. "Talk me into it? He played me like a piano."
JC and Lance laughed.
"That's why we don't blame you at all. When Justin gets his mind set nothing will stop him. You didn't stand a chance."
Peter looked at Justin. "Hey, was I that easy?"
Justin grinned. "No. I had to try several ploys before he gave in. It was the longest seduction job I have ever had to do."
"Thank you." Peter paused. "I think."
"I don't see what all the rush was for. I'm sure you could have found some guy later on the tour."
"Lance, you forget, we have each other. When they get horny, everything is rush. The guys probably think we're having sex all the time.
"You've got to be kidding."
JC continued. "The rest of the guys still have to go on the hunt. We can be finished before they even find possible prey."
Justin winced at the term.
"And he had to find someone who wouldn't go running to the press." JC blocked out the headline in the air. "NSYNC member's secret gay orgy."
"Justin was lucky. He didn't even have to leave his floor plus he gets credit for doing a little charity work as well." Lance laughed.
"Thanks a lot." Peter pretended to be hurt.
Justin was shifting in his chair. He was getting angry.
"And don't forget, you were enjoying yourselves in ways Justin didn't know about." Peter grinned. "He probably got so jealous that he had to find out right then what it was like. So he had to settle for me."
Justin jumped to his feet. "Shut up! It's not true. I swear it wasn't like that. I would never..."
He rushed out of the room. But instead of going to the hall, he went into Peter's room.
The three of them looked at each other with embarrassment.
"Oops." Peter stood up. "I'll be right back."
Justin was sitting on the edge of the bed. Peter stood in the doorway.
"I'm sorry, Justin. We went too far."
Justin glared at Peter. "How can you make fun of last night like that? Didn't it mean anything to you?"
Peter approached the bed. "We weren't "making fun of", we were "joking about". There is a difference." Peter sat down next to Justin. "Last night was very special to me. Lance and JC know that, too."
Justin's voice broke. "Then why say such hurtful things?"
"We didn't mean to." He paused. "Could it be that we hit a little too close to home?"
Justin didn't look up. "Its true. I did think those things. I was jealous and I did want to find out what they were enjoying so much." Justin looked at Peter. "But, they weren't the only reasons I did it. They couldn't have been. It makes me sound so...self centered." Justin finished.
Peter tried hard not to smile. "Justin?"
Justin smiled slightly. "You're right. I am at times. But, I wasn't last night. Well, not much."
Peter hugged Justin. "I know. Its like you're two people, Justin and what I would call "the Timberlake". Last night the guy standing at the door looking at his watch and the guy who screamed with pain because he was too impatient to be fucked, that was "the Timberlake". Most of the other moments I was with Justin. It's Justin who I will remember and who I am the most gratefully to."
Justin looked up. "Thank you."
Peter kissed him.
After a moment, Justin sat back.
"I'm grateful to you, too. I didn't know that there would be pain. In heterosexual sex there is no pain, really. You cared enough to take the time and had the patience to make it as painless as possible. Another man might not have done that. I won't forget that."
"You gave me a chance I couldn't refuse. When you said you trusted me I knew that I could make your first time everything I wished mine would be. And in return, my first time would be the same." Peter made a face. "That was very selfish of me, wasn't it."
Justin twisted around and lay down on his back, his head in Peter's lap.
"I only wished I could have made it more romantic for you."
"Not romantic? I got to kiss and hold an attractive man in my arms. I've never done that before." Peter toyed with Justin's hair. "You sang to me. I sang to you. We sang together. How many people get to sing a duet with Justin Timb..."
Justin raised his hand and covered Peter's mouth.
"Just keep it Justin, okay?"
Peter smiled. "Okay." Peter stroked Justin's cheek. "Shall we finish breakfast?"
Justin sat up. "Sure. I am still hungry."
"We're sorry about those things we said. We were just joking." Lance said as Peter and Justin sat back down.
"That's okay. I only got mad because they were true."
JC and Lance looked at each other.
"Justin, you admit it?"
Justin shrugged. "It is the truth."
JC sat back. "Peter, I take back everything I said last night." He gestured to Justin. "This is worth it." JC leaned across the table. "Peter, I don't know how you did it, but if you can guarantee this result, I can get you a whole list of other people we'd like you to have sex with."
Peter flexed his arm. "I'm so good, I make a new man out of them."
Justin smiled. "Watch it, "Timberlake"."
Peter slumped in his chair. "Sorry."
They both laughed.
Lance eyed them quizzically. "What's that all about?"
"Oh, just silly pet names." Peter replied. He winked at Justin.
"But I must have been doing something right." Peter leaned to Lance. "It seems that you are not the only member of NSYNC that can get a little loud during sex." Peter paused. "Either that or Justin was just yelling out directions."
JC and Lance looked at each other. They turned back. "He was yelling directions." They said together.
"Damn, I thought it was me."
Justin took Peter's hand. "No matter what they think, it was you." He gave Peter a quick kiss.
"So which experience do you like better men or women?" Lance asked.
JC gaped at him. "Do you have no shame?"
"I am just asking. I'm curious."
"Sorry, Lance, I needed one more sample and you interrupted it. So I'll have to get back to you on that one." Justin winked at Peter. "Soon I hope."
"You're insatiable."
Justin growled and gnashed his teeth.
Lance took JC's hand. "I couldn't get enough after my first time either. Once I got over the pain that is."
"He still can't get enough. He wears me out."
Lance glared at JC. "Oh, yeah, bottom boy. Why less than an hour ago..."
JC clamped his hand over Lance's mouth. "So how was it for you?"
"There was very little pain." Justin replied. "Well, once I got over my impatience and let Peter do his stuff."
Lance and JC gaped at each other.
"You mean you let Peter..." Lance fumbled again. "...do you?"
"I was very proud of Justin." Peter said. "He was a little timid at first, but once he got into it he proved to be very versatile."
"That explains the change." JC looked at Justin. "You had to get over your own self image, didn't you."
Justin looked a little sheepish. "I must admit it, there were words and thoughts for what I was doing that I didn't like. But, I got over it. I'm glad I did. It was a different type of intimacy than with a female."
"Sex is the ultimate hospitality." Peter said. "But unlike hetero sex, at least for the man, you are actually letting someone enter your body.
JC shook his head. "Justin, I still can't imagine you with your legs in the air and Peter giving it to you."
"JC!" Lance looked shocked.
Justin grinned. "Well, I didn't know what you were doing that made Lance vocalize like that, so I had to cover all the bases." Justin puffed himself up a little. "Now I know your secret." Justin relaxed. He reached for Lance's hand. "And I am forever grateful. It was a wonderful experience."
Lance shook his head. "This is going to take some getting used to."
"Don't worry. I'm sure the old Justin will emerge again once the newness wears off."
"Peter, bite your tongue." JC said.
"Peter, don't you dare!" Justin snapped. He leered at Peter. "You're going to need it later."
The phone rang. Lance got up and answered it.
"Hello?" He face took on a very shocked look.
JC was worried. Please, not bad news.
"Hi, Mom."
Lance's mother! With all the events of the day JC had almost forgotten Lance's falling out with his parents and their astral trip to his parents' home a night ago.
"Lance, are you all right?"
"Yes, Mom. I'm okay."
"The tour going well?"
"Yes, very well."
There was a pause.
"I'm sorry, I didn't call before now. I've had a lot on my mind."
"I know. I understand."
There was another pause.
JC went over and stood beside him. Lance tilted the receiver so they both could hear.
"We saw you on the news report last night." There was a forced cheery tone to her voice. "It was nice of you to stand up for that poor man who was attacked."
The line fell silent again.
"Mom?"
The cheery tone was gone. "Oh, god, Lance. All I could think of was that it could have been you."
"Mom, I'm all right. Don't cry."
Her voice broke. "Lance, I am so sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it, really. I was upset. Please believe me. I do still love you."
Tears began running down Lance's cheeks.
"I know you love me, mother."
"After you told us you were gay, we were so confused. We tried blaming everyone. We went to this Baptist help center to talk with a minister. We didn't mention you. We just asked about his thoughts on gay people. Oh, Lance the things he said. They were worse than what I told you. I couldn't believe a man of God could say such hateful words."
"But, you should be so proud of your father. I know he didn't say anything to you after you told us. Well, while the minister was talking, your father stood up and looked him right in the eye. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to anyone say such things about my son!" And we left. Thank God, when we talked to our own reverend, he was more understanding."
"Tell Dad I am proud of him. Thank him for me."
Lance wiped the tears away. JC put his arm around him.
"I wish I could be there. You could probably use a hug about now."
Lance smiled at JC.
"Yeah. It's alright though."
"I felt like I had to call you partly because of seeing you on the news, but mainly because... It seems a little silly. But I had a dream about you a night ago."
Lance and JC exchanged surprised looks.
"It was like you were actually here. You were telling us how much you loved us. I could actually feel your love. I knew how important our love was to you. I knew then that it didn't matter if you were gay. You're still our son and we do love you. You make us so proud. Nothing will change that."
"Thank you, Mom. Its nice to know." Lance said in a broken voice.
"Do the guys know about you?"
"Yes, they've known for some time."
"Too afraid to tell your own parents?"
"Well..."
"After the way we reacted, I don't blame you."
There was another pause.
"So, is there anyone? I mean, do you have a lov... I'm sorry, I mean..."
Lance smiled at his mother's fumbling.
"Do I have a "significant other"? The answer is "Yes"."
"Do we know him? Is he good to you?"
Lance gave JC's hand a squeeze. "He's very good to me. And yes, you do know him, Mother." He looked into JC's blue eyes. "Its JC."
There was a long pause.
"Mom?"
"Joshua? He's gay, too? I'm sorry, of course he is. I mean if you two are..."
The line fell silent again.
"Was he the one that made you...? I'm sorry, again. That is a stupid question, I know better."
"Its okay, Mom. I know this is isn't easy for you."
"JC is a good boy. We all like him. If he makes you happy, we're happy for you. Is he there?"
"Yes, he's right here."
"May I speak with him?"
Lance held the receiver to JC.
"Hello, Mrs. Bass."
"Joshua, so you are in love with my son?
"Yes, very much so. Lance is very special to me."
"I'm glad to hear it. I just want to say I want you to take good care of Lance. If I hear of anything different, you will have to deal with me personally."
"I assure you, Mrs. Bass, I wouldn't hurt Lance for anything."
"Thank you. Could I talk to Lance again?"
JC let Lance take the receiver. He turned away wiping a tears from his eyes. After all the worrying and anxiety their son Lance, JC, and their love had been welcomed back home.
"Hi, Mom, I'm back."
"Do JC's parents know, I mean about him?"
"Yes, JC is a lot braver than I am. They even know about me and us."
"That would explain the strange looks I got from JC's mother. I'll have to call her now. We can talk about our sons. We're sort of in-laws, aren't we."
There was a slight pause.
"A wedding is out of the question, but isn't there some sort of similar ceremony? Have you thought about that?"
"Mom!"
"Well, we will see. Times are changing. And don't stop thinking of raising a family. I know you have always wanted one. You can always adopt. I've seen it on the news."
"Mom! You sure you haven't been thinking of this for a while? You're adapting awful fast."
"It's just what a mother's hopes for her children, that's all. Well, I should let you go. I want to call JC's mother." There was a pause. "I love you, son."
"I love you, too."
"Goodbye."
"Bye."
Lance hung up the phone. JC gave Lance a hug.
"I told you they'd come around and be happy for you."
"Oh, she's come around alright. She's talking about weddings and grandchildren! And she's calling your mother."
"Yikes."
"Oh, before I forget."
Lance walked back to the table. Justin and Peter had heard everything.
"Peter, stand up."
"I'm glad it worked out with your parents." Peter stood up. "I'm so happy for you."
Lance took Peter in his arms and gave him a long kiss. He then gave Peter a big hug.
JC tried to sound tough. "Peter, you muscling in on my territory?"
Peter held his hands up in confusion. Lance still held Peter in his embrace.
"Lance, you're going to get me in trouble with your mother." JC said.
Lance released Peter.
"Thank you so much. I owe you big time." Peter saw tears in Lance's eyes. "Mom said she had a dream about me a night ago. She could feel my love. It was the astral projection that did it. It was your help that got me to my parent's house. I don't know how long it would have taken for them to come around without that. Thank you."
"No problem. But, remember I only got you out. You got us there."
"I wish there was something I could do to repay you."
Justin puffed himself up. "I've already done that."
Peter smirked at him. "Thank you, Mr. Timberlake."
Justin dropped the facade. "Sorry."
"I really mean it." Lance said.
Peter looked up at the ceiling. He twiddled his fingers on the table. "Well, you do own me one massage." Peter started laughing.
"Sorry, that was a one time offer." JC glared at Lance. "Right?"
Lance nodded.
"Let's finish breakfast."
JC turned his attention to his plate. Lance caught Peter's eye. He nodded in JC's direction then mouthed the words "We'll talk." He winked.
Peter mouthed back, "Don't bother". He took a bite of toast. Justin was watching their exchange.
Justin picked up a sausage and began sucking on it. Lance grabbed another sausage and copied him.
"That was the last sausage." Peter said, pretending to pout. He took an angry bite out of the toast
Lance offered the sausage to Peter. He wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh, would you like to taste mine?"
Peter choked slightly his toast.
Justin and Lance started laughing.
JC looked up. "What?" he said with his mouth full.
Peter took a drink of juice.
Lance took a bite out of the sausage. "Nothing. Peter is just having trouble swallowing."
"He didn't have any trouble last night." Justin added calmly. He popped the sausage into his mouth.
It was Lance and JC's turn to choke.
Peter gained his breath. "Gees, breakfast with you guys can be hazardous to one's health."
When Lance and JC had recovered, Justin grinned. "There are things, like people, that go down easier than others."
Peter lightly slapped his shoulder. "Justin, you are definitely catching on."
"I had a good teacher." He leaned over and kissed Peter.
JC shifted nervously. Lance raised his glass of juice.
"Justin, to our teachers."
"Hey, we learn from the students, too." JC added raising his glass.
Peter and Justin raised their glasses as well.
Peter stood up. "A toast to..." Peter stopped. He had forgotten words he was about to say.
"Toast get stuck in your throat again?" Justin joked.
"Sh!" Lance and JC watched Peter.
Peter stood there looking around the table at these three people that he had come to care so much about and more miraculous yet, they cared about him. Peter remembered that first night when he had astral projected to their room. He had been horrified that they could even see him. Now, he stood with them, friends and even lovers. True, he had helped them but they had saved him from his self-imposed solitude. There were no words that he could say to express what he was feeling or the thanks he owned them. Suddenly he knew what to say.
He looked at each of them. In a broken voice he made his toast. "May God bless you as you have blessed me." He raised his glass to each one in turn.
They rose to their feet. Justin set down his glass. We went over to Peter and hugged him.
"God bless you as well."
Lance was next to take Peter into his arms.
"Amen to that."
JC followed Lance. "Amen as well."
Everyone hugged everyone. When they were done each of them raised their glasses.
"God bless us, every one." Lance said.
All four glasses clinked together and they drank.
"That was a good one." Justin winked at Lance as they sat down. "You should write that down."
Lance smirked at him. "JC, please pass the strawberries."
"So, Justin," Peter said. "Now you know what we talk about when we gay guys get together. Are you still jealous?"
"Its no big deal. We do the same except we talk about sex more." Justin looked at Lance and JC. "You can talk to us about this stuff, you know. Joey may be embarrassed at first, but we are all friends."
"We know." Lance said. "I think now it will be easier."
They went back to their breakfast.
Peter shifted nervously on the couch.
"Will you relax." Justin said. "I told you. I will handle everything."
Chris nodded to Peter. "What's he so nervous about? John just called us here to update us on the broadcast."
JC turned to Chris. "John and Joey don't know about Justin yet. He's planning to spill when they get here."
Chris looked surprised. "You mean everything? Even last night?"
"Could be."
"Gees, Peter. I'm glad I'm not in you shoes. I'll be closest to the phone when Joey finds out. It's 911, right?"
Justin faced Chris. "Shut up! He doesn't know you're joking. Peter already said he'd rather face that gay basher again than Joey."
Chris looked shocked. He crossed to Peter and sat down next to him. He put his arm around him. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were so freaked. Trust me, Joey would never do anything of the kind." He nudged Peter with his shoulder. "Besides, Joey will know that it was Justin's idea after all. Even John will understand."
"I'm sorry." Peter said. "I guess I feel like the salesmen who slept with the farmer's daughter."
"Ugh uh. The farmer's daughter seduced the salesman."
There was a knock and John and Joey entered or rather John charged into the room.
"I have never seen anything like it." John was clutching a bunch of letters in his hand. "Such response. They almost shut down the web sight." He handed the letters out. "E-mails, telegrams from everywhere showing support and thanks from so many people on NSYNC taking a stand against violence. Your bravery that is was a gay attack on top of all that. Other music groups, executives, stars all behind NSYNC because they took a stand." John paced about the room. "Tonight's concert just sold out. Ticket sales are going through the roof. Fans are more fervently with us that ever." John stopped in front of Peter. "I know what happened to you was horrible. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I was a bit worried when the guys wanted to speak out on camera. But now with all this positive feedback, Peter, I could kiss you."
Justin walked over to Peter. "John, let me." He kissed Peter passionately. After a few moments he pulled back. John stood stunned, his mouth agape.
"Oh, god! Not another one!" Joey turned to Chris. "We're out numbered. Three to two."
Chris patted Joey's shoulder. "No, not another one. He brings the total to an even three each."
Joey looked up. "What?" Chris nodded toward Justin.
"I'm sorry to spring this on you like this." Justin said. "No, Joey, John, I am not gay. I'm bisexual."
"How do you know?" Joey asked. "You've never been with a man."
"I tried that out last night with Peter."
Peter watched Joey's and John's shocked looks.
"Please don't blame him. It was my idea. I wanted to know what it was like. It took some time, but he did relent. I was responsible. It wasn't Peter's fault."
John seemed in shock. "What am I hearing? I can't believe it. Peter, did you do this?"
Peter nodded. He waited for the axe to fall.
John looked at the floor. "Justin, I don't know you anymore. I can't believe this is happening." His head popped up. "You're actually taking the blame, admitting your scheme and protecting Peter." John grinned. "It's wonderful! Justin, I like you like this." John went to Peter and shook his hand. "Thank you so much."
It was Justin's turn to look shocked. John went to him.
"I'm sorry, I know its mean, but..."
Justin smiled. "I know. I'll try to do better."
John took him by the shoulders. "I know you will."
"You don't blame Peter." Justin had to make sure.
"Are you kidding? It was your plan. He didn't stand a chance." John motioned to the door. "Come on, its time to go."
"Wait a minute." Peter was getting indignant. "Doesn't anyone think that I had anything to do with wanting to have sex with Justin?"
They looked at each other.
"No." They replied.
"Well, I'll tell you something that will shock the hell out of you." Peter paused. "Ah, screw it, you're right."
Chris patted him on the back as they headed for the door. "Don't worry about it. You'll get your chance."
"Peter?"
He stopped. It was Joey.
"I don't quite understand all this yet. I mean about Justin and all. But if there were one person I could think of that would be the best person for Justin to have sex with to find out about himself. It would be you."
"Thanks, Joey."
Joey smiled. He patted Peter on the back.
"You know," Peter said. "I was very afraid that you would be so angry that you'd belt me when you found out."
Joey shook his head. "Nah, I won't do that." He looked sternly at Peter. "But if you ever do anything to hurt Justin."
"Me?"
Joey put his arm around Peter. "I didn't think you would."
They went through the door closing it behind them.
"Joey."
"What?"
"Don't look now, but you're walking with your arm around a gay man."
"No. I have an arm around a friend."
Peter looked at him.
"If you start to cry, I'll thump you."
"Now that's Joey Fatone."
Joey just smiled.
They continued down the hall.
End of Part 10
I thought that when I started this part that more would be happening. This part was to include most of the day's events, maybe even the concert. But, I just couldn't get the guys to shut up. Oh, well. I guess that just means more parts to come. Do I hear any complaints? (Insert audio of crickets chirping). As always, I would love to hear what you think upside or downside. E-Mail me at pete1211@aol.com. To those who have done so, I thank you very sincerely. Time to start writing Part 11. Thanks for reading!