Finally, here it is Part 48.
A thousand pardons, oh, so loyal readers for the delay but getting this part started was very difficult. But finally with a little mental Metamucil I managed to get passed my writer's block. So enough of me you have waited around long enough. On with the story.
This is a work of utter fiction. Not one word of it is true! Okay, one word on page 15, second paragraph is true but other than that pure BS! I have no knowledge of NSYNC and the Backstreet Boys real lives. (But would love to learn first hand. Guys?) To my knowledge no one in NSYNC or Backstreet Boys is gay, bi or anything else for that matter. I am just working out my private demented fantasies through this story. There will be descriptions of gay sex. So if you are underage or find such things objectionable ("wear aluminum foil so we know who you are!" Lewis Black) Sorry, if you will be offended stop reading, I mean by the sex. Okay, if you'll be offended by anything in this story stop reading. Of course how can you be offended if you haven't read it yet? Catch 22. Well, I'm not going to wait here until you figure it out I have another part to write. Do what you want to. It is a free country. We just pay taxes. I'm out of here until the last page. See you then. I mean, you will read me then. Oh, forget it. Later.
JC pushed himself up on his elbow.
"Lance?" He said softly.
No response. Good. JC gently got out of bed. He was about to start downstairs when he got an idea. He pushed his pillow against Lance's back. He doubted if it was really a substitute for his body but anything to buy him some time. He hurried down to the kitchen hoping Lance wouldn't wake up until he was ready.
Lance woke up to a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes opened to see JC smiling down at him.
"Hm, morning, JC. You're out of bed already?"
"Just a brief absence. Breakfast is ready."
Lance sat up and stretched. "But I haven't even showered yet."
"Sorry, not today." JC bent down then stood up with a tray in his hands. "This morning it's breakfast in bed."
"Oh, JC, how sweet." Lance propped pillows behind his back as JC set the tray on the bed. Lance noticed the vase with two red roses on the tray. The scrambled eggs had been arranged in a heart pattern with the bacon forming an arrow through it. Even the toast had been cut into heart shapes.
"JC, I thought I was the silly romantic."
"That's why I knew you'd like it."
"No sausage?"
"Nope, too phallic. Nothing is to distract you from your breakfast."
"How about you?"
JC placed his hand on Lance`s cheek. "I'm already distracted."
"I mean, aren't you eating?"
"Since you asked." JC produced another tray and got into bed next to Lance. "I didn't want to intrude if you wanted to enjoy breakfast by yourself."
"I enjoy things more when we do them together." Lance leaned over and kissed JC.
"Good, because today we're going to do a lot of things together."
"Like what?" Lance smirked.
"Just eat up. You'll need it." JC drank some milk.
"This is so nice, JC. I don't think I have ever had breakfast in bed. Well, not unless I was sick."
"Then enjoy it. You have lots of time." JC kissed Lance's cheek.
"What for? A three hour breakfast?"
"I cleared our schedules so the whole day is free."
"For what? Sex all day?"
JC said rather matter of factly. "We're going to spend all day in bed."
"JC, are you crazy?"
"About you, yes."
"But we can't."
"Why can't we? All it takes is a little willpower and we'll help each other."
It still seemed such a waste of a day. But the thought of being intimate with JC all day was rather tempting.
"Okay, JC. I'll try."
"Good."
"But my shower. . ."
"Why? You won't be going anywhere or seeing anyone but me."
"But I like to start out the day clean. You know that."
"Of course, I do. It has all been arranged." JC pointed to Lance's plate. "Eat up. Then you'll see."
JC had cleared the trays to the dresser. Now Lance knew why JC had used paper plates and plastic glasses. JC threw them into a wastebasket he had brought upstairs. He knew Lance would be bothered by having dirty dishes within eyesight. The vase of roses he set in the middle of the dresser. When everything was cleaned up he went into the bathroom. Lance heard the water start but not the shower. Soon JC appeared at the door.
"Ready for you now, my love."
Lance walked to the bathroom door.
"A bubble bath?"
"Isn't it romantic?" JC stripped naked. He stepped into the tub and offered Lance his hand. "Allow me."
Lance undressed and let JC help him into the tub. They sat down in the hot soapy water facing each other. JC took a wash cloth and began washing Lance`s shoulders and chest.
"Still doting?"
"Nope, I'd hope we would switch off."
Lance gave his best seductive smile. His hand found JC's leg. "Gladly."
JC finished washing Lance's arms.
"Turn around so I can wash your back."
"Nope," Lance moved his legs to either side of JC. He slid close. "You'll have to reach around."
Lance tried to keep from giggling as JC moved close to reach around him. Their faces were inches apart. JC did his best not to act distracted at being so close to Lance's lips.
JC washed Lance's back then sat back. He handed Lance the washcloth.
"Here, your turn."
Lance's green eyes sparkled and his soft lips smiled.
"Haven't you forgotten a spot?"
"I am saving the best for last."
"Okay," Lance said. "I agree with you there."
JC tried to fight it but he was getting so turned on by Lance washing him. In the shower they just used soap. But now in the bath the coarser feel of the washcloth added to the experience.
As Lance reached around JC to wash his back JC closed his eyes. Lance's face being so close was more than tempting now. Lance finished and the feel of washcloth disappeared from JC's skin. Then suddenly it was at JC's crotch.
Lance could feel JC`s hard-on. "Hm, goody, you liked that."
JC opened his eyes and found himself looking into Lance`s green ones.
Lance took JC's hand and moved it to his crotch. He coaxed him until JC began massaging his cock and balls.
"Hm, rub-a-dub-dub. Two lovers in a . . ."
Lance's hand found the back of JC's neck and he pulled JC to his lips. They kissed for minutes. A brief breath and then back again. Finally JC pulled back.
Lance turned over onto his knees. "Are you going to do me right here in the tub?"
Lance's butt covered with suds was a tempting sight. JC's voice cracked. "Ah, it wasn't what I had planned."
"Oh," Lance sat down again a bit dejected. But he brightened as he felt JC's hand find him again.
"We have all day, remember? I wanted to just lie here in the tub with each other. You know, caress and fondle. Just really get the furnace stoked and then when we can't stand it anymore go at it."
"Do you mean just sit here and stroke each other?" Lance leaned close and squeezed JC's cock. "Like this?"
"Yes," JC squeaked.
"I think I can handle that." Lance began stroking JC very gently. He leaned in for a kiss.
They kissed and stroked each other on and off for a half an hour. Sometimes they were face to face and sometimes one had his arms around the other. Lance had to admit it was romantic and hot.
After a while a thought struck Lance.
"What about my hair?"
"What about it?"
"I always wash my hair in the morning."
"I've got it all under control just as soon as we're through bathing."
Lance raised his hand. It was very white and very wrinkly.
"I think I'm through. I'm turning into one big prune."
JC reached for the shampoo and a bowl. He turned sideways in the tub with his knees up.
He patted his knees. "Lean against me."
Lance turned around and laid his back against JC's legs. JC then tested the tap water and when it was just right filled the bowl. Lance bent his head back and JC poured the water carefully over Lance's hair. JC held on hand on Lance's forehead to keep the water from running into his eyes. He then worked the shampoo into Lance's hair.
Lance almost purred. "Hm, you do that so good."
"Is there anything that I don't do well?"
Lance closed his eyes. "There is a question that should never be answered."
"Coward."
"Right now everything you are doing is good and I expect that goes for later, too."
"So I do everything well?"
"JC, you have enticed me to spend the whole day in bed with you and then you ask such a question. I might answer it only after we have been utterly exhausted from all the sex we had and the next chance for sex was days away."
"So you think I'd get mad if you said anything that I do badly?"
"JC, I am enjoying this bubble bath but do you think it makes me look fat?"
JC rubbed Lance's scalp harder. "Point taken. Question dropped."
Lance rested back on JC. "Hm, thank you."
JC rinsed the soap from Lance's hair. Lance always loved the feel of JC's hand on his forehead keeping the soap from his eyes.
After JC had finished drying Lance's hair he tapped Lance's shoulder.
"All done, love."
"Good thing I can't see the mirror. I must look awful."
"Not to me." JC saw Lance eyeing the cabinet. "No, Lance. No time for primping. I want you to concern yourself only with each other. Besides I am only going to mess up your hair again soon anyway."
Lance grabbed JC's hand before it got to Lance's hair.
"What about you?"
"I'm fine."
Lance turned around. "I want to return the favor."
"It's okay, we're not going anywhere. Now if I had the time to blow dry it."
"But, JC."
"Just skip it, okay."
Lance pouted slightly. "But I think you look good with curly hair. Why do you like to straighten it?"
"I'm not the one nicknamed 'Curly'."
"A gay man who straightens his hair. Sounds like one of Chris's jokes."
JC smirked.
"Please, JC, I want to return the favor. Besides if I'm not allowed to do anything with my hair why should you."
JC sighed. "Okay."
They changed places.
"JC, I didn't mean to . . ."
JC lay back against Lance's legs. "I know. It's just one of my funny preferences"
"Justin has changed his hairstyle, too you know."
"And one of us used to bleach his hair." JC shot back.
"Okay, we all have had our own hair hang ups."
As Lance rubbed the shampoo into a lather JC laughed. "You know we always take pride in always being ourselves but we keep changing how we look."
"The fans get it. We're just evolving."
JC looked up into Lance`s eyes. "Like us?"
"And Justin and Peter."
"Them, too."
"Oh, JC, I am so happy." Lance poured the bowl of water over JC's head. The water streamed onto JC's face.
He sat up sputtering. "Well, I'm not."
"I am so sorry, JC." Lance frowned. "I guess this is another thing you are good at but I am not. I wish I was half the man I could be to make you truly happy."
JC turned around to face Lance. "Don't you ever say that. Do you hear me? I love ever last quirk, foible and quaint trait that you have." JC kissed Lance. JC pulled back with a smile. "Besides perfect people are such bores." He lay back on Lance's legs.
"Thank you, JC, I love you too."
Lance used more care for the second lathering. He could tell JC was enjoying it. Lance loved to run his fingers through JC's hair wet or dry. Finally Lance toweled JC's hair dry.
"Done, my love?"
"Yes, JC."
"Good," JC stood up. "I'm beginning to feel waterlogged."
Lance couldn't help but see JC's hard cock swaying before him.
"It's a log all right."
JC helped Lance from the bath. Together they dried each other off. But as JC finished drying Lance's legs he couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and took Lance's cock into his mouth.
With all the fondling and caressing they had been doing Lance was hard in an instant. Soon Lance was happily whimpering. But after a few minutes JC stopped. He sat back and patted Lance's perfect ass.
"Go to bed. I'll be with you in a moment."
"You're not coming?"
"I told you, Lance. We'll take it slow."
Lance put his hands on his hips. "I mean to bed."
"I want to wash out the tub."
"Now?"
"I know how much you hate soap scum."
"I`ll make an exception in this case."
"Well, I can't." JC nodded down.
Lance could see JC hard and erect.
"I have to go to the bathroom. I need a distraction."
Lance grinned. "You can stand on your hands."
"I don't have that good of an aim. Then I'll have more of the bathroom to clean."
"Okay, I'll be waiting." Lance started to leave then turned back. "Am I such a clean freak?"
"Not really. But I'm just not taking any chances today. I want nothing to distract you from us."
Lance moved to JC and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." He left.
JC had barely entered the room before Lance pulled back the sheets. He patted JC's side of the bed. JC climbed into bed pulling the sheets over him and Lance pulled himself close to his lover.
"Hm, thank you for this. I think I am going to enjoy today."
"Think?"
Lance smiled and laid his head on JC's chest. "I will enjoy it. You have such wonderful ideas. You certainly got our mothers straightened out. Now the wedding plans are going forward with all parties happy."
"I learned a lot being in NSYNC. We try to keep everyone happy."
"The invitations turned out so great." Lance looked up. "They'll be ready in two days."
"Sh, Lance." JC gently coaxed Lance's head back on JC's chest. "Today is just us."
Lance lay back with a sigh. "How many romantic songs tell of the lovers feeling that it is just them in the world? And we are doing it." Lance sat up. He looked in JC's eyes. "I love you so much."
Lance kissed JC. His right hand found JC's neck while the left slid down JC's chest and side. Lance pulled back with a sigh. "Oh, Josh."
JC fought back a smile. It was `Josh" already? He threw back the sheets.
Lance grinned. He gave JC a firm kiss on the lips then kissed JC's chin and throat then worked his way slowly down JC's body.
JC's hand lightly lay on Lance's shoulders as Lance sucked and licked his nipples. Then the tongue slalomed down JC's stomach a swirl about the navel then lower still.
Lance's hand was already caressing JC's cock as Lance's face grew close. He took JC's cock in his hand. Lance looked up at JC.
JC pushed the pillows under his head so he could easily lay back and watch Lance.
The green eyes sparkled and there was that wonderful grin. Then Lance's lips opened and JC watched his cock disappear into Lance's oh, so warm and wet mouth.
Lance heard the contented sigh as he began to pleasure JC.
The phone was ringing.
Justin called from the next room. "Peter, will you get that?"
"Sure." Peter went to the phone then hesitated. All sorts of doubts flooded his mind. This was Justin's phone. If people recognized his voice. . . Finally he decided.
"'Allo, Timberlake residonce." Peter said in his best French accent.
"Chris that is the worst accent I have ever heard."
"Pardon'?"
"Come off it, Chris. This is Nick."
Peter kept up the charade. "Oh, Neeck, of zee 98 Degrees? Magnifique musique and, oh la-la, tres beefcake."
"Chris, you know its Nick 'Carter'."
"Oh, la boy ala backstreet." Peter sounded sad. "Sans la beefcake."
"Ha-ha, look who ever this is, is Justin there?"
Peter dropped the joke. "This is Peter. I was only. . ."
"Oh, Peter," Nick was suddenly embarrassed. "Ah, I wanted to talk to Justin."
"Hang on, he's in the next room. I'll get him."
"Don't bother," Nick blurted out. "You must be busy. I'll call back later."
"I can have Justin call you back."
"Oh, sure. Whatever. It's not important."
Peter had a thought. "You're not interrupting anything, Nick."
Justin walked into the room.
"Nick, Justin just. . . "
"Tell Justin I will call back later."
There was a click.
Justin reached for the phone. "For me?"
"It was." Peter hung up the phone. "It was Nick Carter. He'll call you back later."
"Oh."
"He seemed very nervous when he found out it was me."
"Probably thought we were going at it."
"I told him he wasn't interrupting."
Justin shrugged. "Oh, well. He'll call back later." Justin took Peter's hands. "You're not jealous that Nick asked advice from me, are you?"
"He wanted advice?" Peter said trying to sound non-chalant.
Damn, Justin had given a bit of it away. "He just needed to talk."
"It's all right, Justin. You are friends. He feels comfortable with you. And god knows I don't know everything."
"But you listen so well. Besides it wasn't that big of a deal. He just asked me some questions."
"And it had something to do private life and dealing with fame, right?"
"Sort of."
"Then he talked to the right person." Peter gave Justin a hug. "He really has seen the change in you. I'm glad he felt he could talk to you."
"Why shouldn't he?"
"Because of his opinion of you."
Justin pulled back. "His opinion of me?"
Peter felt his foot slide uncomfortably into his mouth. "He was just kidding."
"Peter?" Justin looked sternly at Peter.
"I shouldn't have said anything."
"But you did."
"I take it back."
"Peter." Justin warned.
"But you've changed."
"So it doesn't matter what he said, does it? His opinion has changed."
"Justin." Peter looked at the floor. "I really shouldn't have said anything."
Justin took Peter's chin and raised his head until they were eye to eye.
"I won't mind. I'd like to know what he thought about me in the past."
Peter hesitated. He sighed. "He thought you were Mr. Ego." Peter waited for the storm.
"Me?! Mr. Ego?!" Justin stepped back laughing. "Now that's funny!"
Peter was both surprised and glad that Justin took it so well.
"Well, you have changed."
"Oh, I'll admit that I did have an ego. But now here he is worrying about how the fans expect Nick Carter to live his life."
"Justin." Peter warned. "I don't want to hear about it. It's between you and Nick." Peter looked a little sheepish. "But I know of someone else who is worried about what the public thinks of him." Inwardly Peter cringed.
Justin smiled. "Well, you got me there. But I am working on it."
"I know and I appreciate it."
Justin took Peter back in his arms. "You are so understanding."
"I try."
There was a ringing.
"That's the front door."
Justin gave Peter a quick kiss. "Please keep that sense of understanding through this."
"What?"
"Come with me." Justin pulled Peter toward the door.
"Morning, John."
Justin pulled Peter passed him.
Once outside Peter saw a strange car in the driveway. It was white and sort of sporty but with a very practical edge.
"John, did you but a new car?"
"Sort of."
"I'd think you'd buy something more flashy. You are a manager after all. It just doesn't seem like your taste."
"My taste had nothing to do with it. It's not my car."
Peter was puzzled. "Then whose car is it?"
"Yours," answered Justin.
Peter turned to Justin looking stern. "We've talked about this. You hate the thought that people think I'm with you for your money and then you do this."
"He didn't."
Peter spun around to John.
"We did this."
"But a car? I get around all right. Besides now people can see when I am visiting Justin. It`s almost a give away."
"But they won't know. This is for advertising." John replied.
"Advertising?"
"You work for the website right?"
Peter nodded his head.
"Voila'." John pulled out a large flexible magnetic sign and attached it to the car door. It had the NSYNC website written on it. "Now wherever you go you'll be working. No one will really suspect when you're with the guys. Plus the signs are removable when you want to be inconspicuous."
Peter slowly approached the car. He slid his hand along it. Justin almost felt a twinge of jealously.
"My own car?"
"Yep." Justin scowled, "You do have a driver's license, right?"
Peter thumbed his nose at Justin.
"Well, we'll get you a Florida driver's license and you'll be set. Oh, and since this is a company car we'll pay for the insurance." John smiled. "What do you think? We didn't want to make it too sporty. We know you wouldn't go for that so we settled on a four door. That will be handy especially if you have to drive the guys around."
Justin chuckled. "Lance would love the reprieve from driving us."
"A brand new car," Peter repeated. "I have always had to buy used cars. You know the old beaters."
"That's fitting." Justin joked.
Peter glared at Justin.
John stepped in. "Well now you wouldn't be stranded at home."
Peter turned back to Justin and John. "Thank you both."
They could see Peter getting misty eyed.
"Now if I could ask a favor." John said.
"Anything."
"If you want to take it out for a spin could you take me back home?"
"Sure. You coming, Justin?"
John smirked. "What a stud, Justin, I thought you'd be spent by now."
Peter blushed. "Sorry, John, I meant. . . "
"Hey, I can joke now and then, too."
Justin put his hand on John's shoulder. "Of course you can, John and that was a real good one. Chris would have loved it."
"Don't be patronizing."
Justin stepped next to Peter and took his hand. "I have to put the finishing touches on some of our new songs or John here will be on my case."
"Later tonight then?"
"Could be."
"Good. After I take John home I'll see what Lance and JC are up to."
Lance's lips pulled back up to the tip of JC's cock. He swirled his tongue around the mushroom head then plunged down swallowing the shaft to the hilt.
JC lay back against the pillow. "Oh, Lance, you make me feel so good."
Lance pulled back and took to stroking JC.
"I love doing it. I like to make you feel good."
Lance turned back and deep throated JC again. He felt JC's body tremble. That only spurred Lance on. He pressed his lips and tongue harder against JC's cock. JC's hips bucked in response. Lance was getting so turned on. He wanted to feel JC's cock explode in his mouth. Then a hand touched his shoulder. Lance looked up.
JC gently pulled Lance up to him. Lance's passionate kiss was met with a tender kiss from JC. As Lance pulled back JC smiled. JC ran a finger across Lance's cheek.
"Gently, Lance. We have all day, remember?"
"Sorry, sometimes I just want so much to. . ."
JC's finger on Lance's lips silenced him.
"So do I. And I love it when you push me past the point of no return. But we have time, Lance, to do it gently and slowly."
Before Lance could offer up an excuse JC moved and Lance was on his back. JC's lips kissed and his tongue slid their way down and around Lance's torso. As JC sank lower Lance could feel his cock twitching. He wanted to feel JC's lips on his cock so. JC's hand first griped the shaft and Lance gasped aloud.
Lance looked down into JC's blue eyes. He grinned as his tongue licked lightly at the underside of Lance's cock.
"Oh, Josh."
JC's lips closed about the throbbing cock and slid down the length until the head slipped into his throat.
Lance fell back onto the bed.
"Damn, Josh, that is SO good."
JC sucked up and down Lance's cock tickling the sensitive flesh with his tongue and lips. Soon Lance was whimpering happily. After a few more minutes JC stopped.
He raised himself up so they could kiss.
Lance's green eyes were imploring but JC's hand found Lance's cheek.
"Let's switch off for a while. And then I will do you proud."
As much was Lance wanted to cum he wanted JC to cum as well.
"Okay, lover. We'll play it your way."
They switched positions and Lance swallowed JC again.
Oh, the joy pouring through JC's body. He'd look down into those wonderful green eyes of Lance's so bright and shining with love knowing that he was giving JC so much pleasure. JC would smile back and Lance would double his effort. After a few minutes JC tapped Lance's shoulder and they changed positions again.
Now JC could look up and Lance. He saw the blush of pleasure on Lance's face. He felt Lance's body tremble. Even at the time of near choking JC loved sucking Lance's cock. JC gauged a few more moments and they would change again but Lance gave out a few loud whimpers and went rigid.
"Sorry, Josh, I. . ."
A thrust of Lance's hip drove his cock deep into JC's mouth. JC felt the cock convulse and hot liquid spewed into his mouth. JC gulped and swallowed. He could see Lance thrashing about on the bed. JC felt his passions rising. One would think being so quick to cum sometimes would be a draw back but JC loved that about Lance. He got so into the moment.
Lance lay there as his climax waned. Then he looked up at JC. JC's face was blushed and his muscles were tightening.
"Oh, god, Lance I. . ."
In an instant Lance moved and dived onto JC's cock.
The feel of warm wet lips surrounding his cock blasted through JC's every nerve.
Lance felt JC fill his mouth with his hot love. Lance swallowed eagerly wanting more. Then after a time JC fell back onto the bed. Lance managed a few more licks then sat back.
JC grinned up at Lance. "Sorry, Lance. I couldn't hold out anymore."
Lance snuggled close. "That's all right. The second time is easier to hold off on."
JC wrapped his arms around Lance. "And the third and the fourth and. . ."
Lance pushed back. "How many times are we going to cum today?"
"As many as we can."
Lance pulled JC close. "Then I need to rest a while."
JC held Lance in his arms. "Granted. We have all day."
Lance answered with a contented, "Mm."
John waited for Peter to break the silence. He was too quiet for someone who had just gotten their own car.
"John, how is Lance and JC's coming out going? I mean, how is the public reacting?"
"You're at ground zero. You know as much as I do."
"I only see what they see or should I say what you feel they should see. Am I right?"
John chuckled. "There is no putting anything passed you is there?"
Peter shrugged. "Well, if you were screening their phone calls I figured you might be screening other things as well."
"Don't worry. There has been only a couple letters we have kept from them."
Peter seemed disappointed. "Oh."
"Did you see more opposition?"
"Not really."
"Well, you can't know everything."
"Do you mean like this car was really Justin's idea and he got you to go in on it so I wouldn't mind?"
"No, it wasn't just Justin's idea." John sighed, "All right he thought of it but all the guys agreed at the end. They wanted to give you a little more freedom and I wanted the business write off."
"Thank you, John."
"You know, I know you well but that is still eerie."
Peter laughed. "No special powers used. Justin was way too exited to show me the car." Peter paused. "John, there was a reason I asked about the public's reaction to JC and Lance. Yesterday I felt this dread building all day."
"You think something big may be brewing?"
"Hugh sensed it, too. There's a build up of negative energy with NSYNC's name on it."
"Good."
Peter's head snapped around. "That's good?"
"In a way. The one thing that has been missing from the fallout from Lance and JC coming out is the Religious Right and the Protect the Family groups. Sure there were protests and letters but nothing like there should have been. I mean with NSYNC's young fan base they should have come down on us with both feet and that hasn't happened. Now with what you just told me that means we can look forward to their response soon."
"But why wait?"
"They must want something very solid on guys. They are waiting for something so damaging we wouldn't stand a chance against it."
"Could they find it?"
"You know the guys as well as I do. The kind of black mark they need is beyond anything the guys would do. I mean drugs, alcohol and cheap sex just isn't them."
Peter paused. Should he bring it up? "Well, there was my being drugged and almost raped at an NSYNC party."
"Peter, it wasn't almost. But NSYNC didn't have anything to do with it. In fact they stopped it. But for the most part and forgive me for this Peter, but they'll want something on the guys."
Peter nodded. "I see, the secretary can disavow any knowledge of my actions."
"Right."
"What about Justin and me?"
"Maybe they could use that but you're in love. That is not slanderous."
John looked over and could almost see Peter's mind whirling away.
"Do me a favor and just forget it, Peter. We'll deal with it when it happens. You'll be afraid of your own shadow soon."
"I'm sorry, John."
"Don't be. We both care a lot for the guys and don't want anything bad to happen to them. Well, they have been through it before and got through. We'll make sure that they'll get through this too. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
They drove on to John's.
"JC?"
"Yes, love."
"How are we going to work lunch if we're staying in bed?"
"Are you hungry?"
"A bit."
"No problem." JC got out a bed and went to the closet.
When he turned back he had a cooler in his hands. JC set it down next to the bed.
"Flatten out the sheets."
Lance wrinkled his nose. "We're going to eat in bed?"
"We did this morning."
"But we had trays."
"Okay, we can spread the blanket on the floor but it won't be as comfortable."
"Ah, JC?" Lance pointed. "We could just use the trays again. They're still here."
"Been there. Done that." JC finished spreading out the blanket. "Not in the mood for a picnic?"
"Well. . ." Lance hated to disappoint JC. He looked down at his naked body.
"Wait a moment," JC went to the closet. He produced two silk robes. "These were bought special."
"I bought those when Peter was planning his surprise dinner for Justin."
"And we haven't used them yet. So they were special for today." JC handed one to Lance. "Come on. Humor me."
Lance didn't have to be pushed. He loved the feel of silk. He put on the robe and joined JC on the floor.
As Lance watched JC unpack the lunch he was impressed. There was fruit, cheese, potato salad, a pasta salad and cold fried chicken.
"No sandwiches?"
"Nope, too ordinary. Iced tea?"
"Yes, please."
JC poured the tea from a Thermos.
As they settled back to eat JC looked up to see Lance gazing at him.
"What?"
"I am really enjoying this."
"Good."
"You really put some thought and effort into this."
JC leaned close. "Of course it's all for you." He kissed Lance.
Lance pulled back. "And you get nothing out of it?"
"Isn't it funny that when you're happy that makes me happy? And when I want you to have sex I have to have sex. It's a tough job but I like it. That's why I asked you to marry me. I'm making this my life time career."
Lance couldn't help himself. He pulled JC into a hug.
"Watch it I almost spilled my plate."
Lance took the plate from JC and set it on the floor.
"No plate is going to get between you and me."
They had a passionate kiss and hug. When they parted JC grinned.
"Now I am really enjoying this."
Lance grinned back. "After lunch I'm going to say thank you."
"They say an action is worth a thousand words."
"Then I am going to make 'Gone With the Wind' look like a single page essay."
"Then I'd better eat fast."
"You'll get a cramp. Besides this can be fun." Lance picked up a strawberry and took a small bite. He held it out for JC. JC took a bite then Lance finished it.
It was JC's turn next. He took a slice of apple and held half of it with his lips. Lance leaned forward and bit through the apple held out to him. He gave JC a quick kiss on the lips then chewed the apple.
"Mm, delicious."
"The kiss or the apple?"
"Both." Lance raised his glass. "To us."
JC raised his, "To us. I love you, Lance."
"I love you, too, Josh."
They kissed again then went about enjoying their lunch.
John sat down at his desk. "Please, Peter, sit down."
"I thought I was only to drive you home."
"After what you told me I need your input."
Peter nodded.
"Lynn Timberlake called me with an idea. I balked at it at first but now with what you felt. . ." John sat forward. "Lynn wanted to do this sort of party/ press conference with people from the music industry. The guests would come to be interviewed and show their support for JC and Lance. I thought it may be a little over the top. But now it just might force their hand."
"Who?"
"The Religious Right and the Protect Our Families groups. Such an outpouring of support must make them act one way or another. What do you think?"
Peter's mind was filled with his vision. "Why are you doing this? Stop before it's too late?" echoed in his ears.
"I think it is a wonderful idea mainly for its positive side. Lance and JC and the world can see who are supporting them."
John sat back. "Good. I'll put the plans in motion." John noticed Peter seemed nervous. "Anything wrong?"
"No." Peter balked. "Yes, in my vision I was the cause of the trouble threatening NSYNC. They were all angry at me and told me to stop before it was too late."
"Rubbish. I don't believe that. You could never jeopardize the guys like that. I think this negative energy is messing with your head to keep you from acting because you could prevent it from happening."
"That's what the guys said."
John stood up. "Then listen to them." John ushered Peter to the door. "Trust yourself as we trust you. Nothing would make you act against NSYNC. We all know that."
Peter smiled. "Thanks. I think I just needed to hear that."
"You can find your way home?"
"Yes, I know the way. I just hope I'm not going to be interrupting anything."
JC let Lance help clear away the lunch. As JC bent over to put the cooler next to the dresser Lance stuck his head under JC's robe. Lance raised his hand like he had seen the old time photographers do with the old fashioned flash pad in one hand.
"Look at the birdie and smile." Lance made a raspberry on JC's ass.
JC stood up laughing. "Lance, please." But JC saw the look that came over Lance's face. Lance sank to his knees.
"Josh, please."
JC gave Lance a warm smile. He turned around, raised his robe, and put his hands on the dresser. There were few tender kisses on the cheeks, the feel of Lance's hands parting his ass cheeks and then the warm moist feeling of Lance's tongue attacking his hole.
JC shuddered. "Oh, Lance."
Okay, Lance had to admit that he never would have thought that he would willingly have his tongue up someone's ass but with the proper preparations. . . Ah, hell it felt good and right now he wanted JC to feel good. Besides JC's ass cheeks were so white, firm and round he couldn't help burying his face between them. He pressed his tongue in deeper. JC clung to the dresser and moaned. Damn, this was hot. Lance moved his hands over JC's so prefect, so muscular ass. And no one saw it but him. Lance swirled his tongue over the puckered opening.
JC tried to keep hold of the dresser but Lance kept pulling him back. JC felt Lance's tongue probe deeper.
JC moaned happily. Lance was now so into this day. The two of them alone and telling the world to go screw itself. Only the two of them mattered. Well, today.
JC felt Lance's hand wrap around his cock gently stroking him. The other snaked up his torso and tweaked his nipples.
"Oh, Lance, that feels good." JC bent low. In the mirror on the dresser JC saw Lance's green eyes peeking out from his butt crack. JC reached around and found Lance's head. He pushed him forward to him.
Lance doubled his efforts on JC's ass. He could tell JC was enjoying this and that made Lance like it all the more. After a few minutes Lance put a finger in his mouth. When it was wet with saliva he pressed it against JC's asshole.
JC moaned louder.
Lance massaged the opening but never pressed his finger in. Then JC's hand found Lance's wrist. Lance looked up.
"Please, Lance."
Another warm smile and Lance slowly sank his finger into JC.
JC's hand slapped the dresser. He pushed back forcing Lance's finger deeper.
"Yes!"
Lance rotated his finger as he slowly pulled it out and pushed it back again. He made sure he raked it against JC's prostate.
"Oh, god!"
Lance smiled and this time pressed in two fingers. JC's body shook. Lance was delighted. He continued massaging JC's ass. After a few more minutes JC stood up.
"Are you going to keep teasing me or what?"
Lance stood up. He was about to start to the bed stand when he felt a nudge. There was JC's hand with the bottle of lube.
"JC, how. . ?"
"You said I really thought about today. I had to be ready for anything."
Lance lubed himself up. He pressed back against JC. His cock strained against the sphincter then slowly was let passed. JC let out a long groan. Lance leaned down and wrapped his arms around JC. He kissed JC's neck. Lance began to pull out of JC. When he was almost out he pressed back. Another groan of approval came from JC. Lance started a slow rhythm.
"Yes, Lance. Do me. Do me good."
Lance was more than happy to oblige. JC's tight and warm flesh closed around Lance's cock. Surges of joy washed through him. He could tell JC was enjoying it too. Lance continued his rhythm.
Lance felt JC's legs start to shake.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes!" came the exuberant reply.
"Are your legs getting tired?"
"No, this feels SO wonderful. I can't think of whenever I. . ." Lance's cock slid into JC to the hilt. "Oh, lover!"
Thus reassured Lance sped up his thrusts. JC seemed to tremble even more.
"Lance, you are so big. You are going so deep. It is SO good!"
Lance suddenly felt like such a stud. He thrust back even harder into JC. JC reactions increased. He moaned louder, his body shook and he pushed back harder to Lance forcing his cock even deeper into him.
"Oh, Lance, I'm going to. . . You're making me. . . Gawd!!!!!"
Lance pulled JC up to him. He looked over JC's shoulder as JC's cock shot off. Cum splattered on the carpet and the dresser. Lance didn't mind in fact it turned him on so. JC's cock spewed and spewed. JC twitched in Lance's arms. Lance rubbed a hand over JC's nipple and JC almost doubled over.
Soon JC was panting for breath and Lance felt his own passions peaking.
"Oh, Josh, oh, Josh."
One more thrust and Lance lost it. JC clinched his ass muscles as Lance came.
"Oh, Josh!"
JC thrilled. He felt Lance's cock pulse and throb in his ass. JC had to brace himself against the dresser against Lance's body thudding against him.
Then Lance leaned down and wrapped his arms around JC again. JC turned his head so they could kiss.
JC stood up and turned. He pulled Lance into his arms. After a long passionate kiss they parted.
"Thank you, Lance. That was marvelous."
Lance grinned. "We'll switch off?"
"Of course."
"Good." Lance pulled off his robe and belly flopped onto the bed. He stuck his butt high into the air.
"Lance?"
Lance looked over his shoulder.
"Can I rest a bit?"
Lance almost frowned. "I suppose." He stood up.
JC was wiping the cum off of the dresser.
"For me again?"
"No, for me. I don't want to damage the finish."
"While I stand here waiting for you?"
JC threw the tissue way. "Am I not worth waiting for?"
"Sure you are."
JC suddenly grinned. He tackled Lance and they fell into bed. They wrestled playfully for a while then parted.
"You can't rest if we're wrestling," Lance said very seriously.
"But there are different kinds of resting." JC explained. "Most times it is just to get your mind off of how tired you are."
"And?"
JC nodded to his waist.
Lance saw JC's cock bobbing slowly up into the air.
Lance pulled JC close. "Go ahead and rest. The tool maybe ready but you are doing the thrusting."
"You don't mind?"
"Oh, I do but you'll soon make me forget all about that."
JC hugged Lance tight. "Lance, I love you."
Lance just grinned. "You will be."
As Peter drove home there came a beeping. He glanced over the dashboard. He hadn't had the time to acclimatize himself to all the gadgets in the car yet. Peter realized it was a cell phone attached to the dashboard. Being in a very cautious mood with his new car Peter pulled over before he answered it. But who could have known the number already?"
"Hello?"
"How do you like your new car you lucky bastard?"
"It was fun until the phone rang then I hit a tree."
"You're kidding me!"
"Yes, Chris, I'm kidding."
"Damn, you scared me. I know how you and new technology get on."
"Did you want something?"
"Yeah, I want to borrow your car."
"Over my dead body, Chris."
"Do you want me to keep calling while you're driving?"
"Wouldn't that tend to damage the car was well?"
"Damn, you're right."
"Is this going somewhere, Chris?
"Yeah, I've tried calling JC and Lance but all I get is the answering machine. Same with Justin."
"Justin is working on his songs."
"Oh, well, spread the word will you. Joey and I won't be at game night this Friday." Chris paused.
Peter took the hint. "Why?"
"Joey and I have dates."
"Really, that's great news."
"If you see Hugh, thank him for us."
"Hugh did this?"
"True to his word and you'll never believe it."
"Chris."
"Okay, I should have known you'll believe anything when it comes to Hugh. Remember the dance club opening we took you to. Remember the girls?"
"Sort of."
"That's right you don't have an eye or memory for the ladies."
"Wait, it was the girl Joey got videotaped with right?"
"Yep, Debbie. She's in Orlando and Hugh found her."
"Leave it to Hugh. What about you?"
"It's Cindy. The girl I met there. Well, we had known each other before."
"Then I am really happy for you. I think the rest of the guys will understand your bowing out of game night."
"We've got to catch up to you gay guys. You are having all the fun."
"I'll let the other gay guys know we now have competition."
"Thanks. I'll let you drive in peace now."
"Thank you."
Peter put the phone back.
Three times in the next few minutes the phone rang just once. Peter knew it was Chris. He reached over and switched the phone off. That would give Chris a pause.
Lance buried his face in the pillow. What thrills were coursing through him! JC's tongue was doing its magic. Lance had to take a breath.
"Damn, JC that feels SO good. Get me ready for your big dick."
JC looked up from Lance's ass. "Lance."
Lance looked over his shoulder. "Sorry, was that too porno movie?"
"I thought we were taking this slowly."
"I can't help it, JC. It feels so good and I have wanted to feel you in me since our bath."
"You'll be exhausted by tonight."
"I'll be all right, I promise. Please, Josh, I need you so bad."
JC chuckled, "As if I could say 'no' to you." JC dived between Lance's perfect round ass cheeks.
"Sweet heaven!" Lance buried his face in the pillow.
JC pulled back again. "If you really want this don't muffle yourself. All the doors and windows are closed and we are home alone. Let yourself go."
Lance raised his head. "Then, JC, I want you to eat my ass!"
JC obliged.
"Oh, shit, yeah!"
"Lance?"
"Sorry. Fuck, yeah!"
"Better." JC went back to rimming.
Lance was soon thrashing about on the bed. His whimpers had splintered into short gasps.
JC could feel Lance pushing up to him trying to get his tongue deeper. Lance was too far gone for rimming.
JC sat up. "Okay, baby."
Lance snatched the lube from the lube and almost threw it at JC.
"Calm down, Lance."
Lance rolled onto his back and hoisted his legs in the air.
"Please, JC, I want you to fuck me so bad."
JC lubed them both up. "You mean you want me to fuck you so good."
Lance's mouth grew tight. "Just fuck me!"
"Okay, okay." JC was about to say 'keep you pants on' but Lance was in no mood to joke. He was in a desperate need and JC couldn't stand to see Lance like this. He pushed his cock slowly into Lance.
Lance's head tilted back and his mouth dropped open. A deep bass rumble of pure contentment rose out of Lance.
JC felt Lance's hands clamp on his butt. Lance wasn't going to let JC part from him. JS started the rhythm. He watched Lance's face flush with pure pleasure.
Lance's voice was almost a chuckle. "That is want I need! Fill me up, JC. Give me all of you."
JC had a thought flash by of him being bodily swallowed by Lance's ass. An image of hand clinging to a butt cheek before disappearing completely inside. Lance broke through his thoughts.
"That's it, JC, faster. Deeper."
Soon their bodies were slapping together. Lance's hands found JC's neck. His eyes locked on JC's.
JC could see the bliss on Lance face and JC relished the thrills Lance's body were giving him. Pleasure for pleasure their passions began to swell.
They were eye to eye but JC could tell Lance was not in a kissing mood.
"Fuck me, JC. Fuck ME!" Lance's legs wrapped around JC.
JC broke into a grin. If you can beat `em. His hips drove his cock into Lance was hard as he could. He bent down and latched onto one of Lance's nipples. As he sucked on one he rubbed the other. His other hand found Lance's cock and he started stroking it.
Lance convulsed on the bed. JC straightened up just to stay out of the way of Lance's darting head.
"Lance?"
Lance's head rolled about on the pillow. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! Do me, JC. Fuck me!"
After a few minutes JC began to tire but then Lance's eyes closed. His mouth opened.
"Oh, my god. JC don't stop. I'm. . .Oh, JC, yes, I'm going to.. ." Lance's body went rigid. "FUCK!"
JC watched as Lance's cock covered Lance with cum spurt after spurt. Lance twitched and shook. Every large tremor matched with JC's cock plunging in to the hilt.
Then Lance's legs hung limp on JC and his arms dropped to the bed. Lance lay there panting.
JC moved Lance's legs to his shoulders. He kept thrusting.
After a time Lance returned to his senses. It was JC's turn. He opened his eyes and grinned at JC.
"Do it, JC. You made me cum. Cum for me."
JC thrust back sinking his cock into Lance again and again. Then he saw it. Lance was responding again.
"Come on, stud. Fuck me. Fuck me until you pop."
"Don't mention `Pop', Lance. Our music is not. . ." JC's eyes closed. "Oh, god, Lance, I'm getting close."
"Come on, JC and cum on me."
JC pulled out and jerked his dick. "Oh, Lance, I'm. . ."
"Do it, lover. Show me your love."
JC's voice rose to a yell. "Lance, I lovaaahhhh yooohhhhhhm gggaaahhh."
Lance watched as ropes of white splattered on his stomach and chest. JC's beautiful body stood rigid before him racked in climax.
JC finally gave a great gasp and relaxed. He swayed there on his knees. Then when he felt steadier he leaned down to Lance for a kiss.
They kissed for only a few moments when JC rolled over and flopped to the bed.
"Damn, that was hot," he said panting.
Lance caressed JC's chest. "And I was the one who was going to be exhausted by tonight?"
"I'm not down yet." JC panted.
Lance eyed JC's still stiff manhood.
"You ain't just whistling Dixie."
JC broke into laughter as Lance cleaned himself off. When Lance put the washcloth aside JC was there to take him into his arms.
"Oh, Lance. I thought this would be a good idea but I never expect it would be a great idea."
"You like?"
JC answered with a kiss.
JC pulled back and lay back on the pillow.
"JC?"
"Yes."
"What about supper?"
"How about delivery?"
"Fine, but if we are to stay in our room, how do we get it?"
"Peter will be back soon."
"And how will he know about us and that we ordered it?"
"I left him a note."
"And if he doesn't come home?"
"I will allow a slight AWOL to answer the door. Okay?"
Lance put his arm around JC. "Sounds good."
"Tired?"
"A little."
"It's only late afternoon. Do you think we could manage a couple more times before bed?"
"With rest, yes."
Little did they know they would manage three more times before they finally called it a night (at 3 AM.) It was a good day all around.
That Friday night Peter floated to the sex club. He believed Lance but wanted to see Mr. Wilson with his own eyes, well whatever. He didn't have to wait long.
True to Lance's story Mr. Wilson was given a room key. Once there in his room he undressed and pulled a towel around his waist. After opening the door partially he lay on the bed.
A few men passed by and looked in at the door. Mr. Wilson would look them over then shake his head or gave a negative grunt.
Then one man came to the door. He stopped silhouetted in the door frame.
Mr. Wilson gave a grunt. The man didn't move.
"Not you."
"Why not?" The man answered.
Someone answered Mr. Wilson back?
The man stepped into the room. "But I know how you like it." He closed the door.
"There are things I don't do." Mr. Wilson began.
"I know. I remember." The man dropped the towel from his waist. As he reached for Mr. Wilson's towel Peter left the room before he was forced out.
Peter floated about the place waiting for the deed to be done. It still amazed him that he could see some people having sex without being forced away. How could they be so unselfconscious? Of course Justin helped but it was more of just Peter wanted to be with Justin no matter what.
The glow from the room faded. Peter still felt the push against him. Mr. Wilson's need for privacy was intense even without the sex. The door of the room opened. The man turned back.
"Can't I see you any other place but here?"
Mr. Wilson just pulled on his towel. "No."
"Next week then?"
"If you're the first in line."
The man left. As he walked by Peter, "Why to I always fall for closet cases?" he muttered. He looked back at the room. "He is hot though." He moved off.
Mr. Wilson sat in the room for a while then made his way downstairs. Peter followed with difficulty. Here he was always buffeted but people's need for privacy pushing him back.
When they reached the lower floor Mr. Wilson walked to a door. A man dressed in leather straps stood there. He didn't look happy to see Mr. Wilson.
"I told you no more."
"I'll pay."
"Forget it. You need professional help."
Another man came by. He fell on his knees before the man in leather. "Master."
The man in leather gestured to dark room behind him. "Come in my pet. Let Master teach you a few things." The door closed behind both of them.
Mr. Wilson snorted. "Professional help, indeed. Fag."
Peter then followed Mr. Wilson back to his room. He locked the door.
Mr. Wilson then sat on the edge of the bed. He ran his hand over the sheets. Much to Peter's surprise his aura brightened. Peter ventured closer. He wanted to reach out and connect but the thought of what else might be Mr. Wilson's mind stopped him.
Mr. Wilson sighed and patted the sheets again.
Then Peter realized it. It wasn't just sex. This last man had had some emotional affect of Mr. Wilson. The man had wanted to see Mr. Wilson again. If only Mr. Wilson would let his guard down.
Peter was startled as Mr. Wilson slammed his fist on the bed.
"No. Never. I will not allow these thoughts! I will not be tempted by these feelings. They are an illusion!"
As Peter watched Mr. Wilson went to his clothes and pulled out his belt. He dropped the towel and knelt naked by the bed. His hand with the belt rose above him then the belt came down with a whack against Mr. Wilson's bare skin. Peter watched in horror as the belt fell again and again. Mr. Wilson never cried out but Peter could sense that there was pain. Now Peter knew why the leather man wanted nothing to do with Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson was not getting any sexual pleasure from this. Far from it.
Mr. Wilson finally dropped the belt. He raised his eyes to the ceiling and clasped his hands.
"Please accept my act of repentance." He looked down. "It is bad enough that the flesh is so weak and the devil is so strong. But I will not believe these lies. I will not be tempted by such feelings!"
Peter couldn't take anymore. He floated out of the room and headed for home.
Brian and Joe stepped out of the door into the night air. Joe was nervous.
"Why don't you wait for your brother inside?"
"It's a nice night. Besides he'll be here soon. He is very punctual."
Joe looked up and down the street. "If you say so."
"You can wait inside if you like."
"But, Brian, `they' might come by."
"Ah, come on. All `they' do is yell insults as they drive by. Big deal."
"But it is intentional. They even cover their license plates."
"Oh, Joe, be a . . ."
Brian was caught in mid sentence as a pickup truck squealed to a stop. A young man leaned out the passenger window.
"Are you two fags from this place?"
"Ignore them." Brian said loudly.
"Hey, you two cocksuckers like rock music? Then listen to this."
Brian and Joe were pelleted by small stones. Joe headed for the door. Feeling a need to protect Joe, Brian bent down and picked up some of the stones. He began throwing them back at the guys and the truck. The doors of the truck opened as the two men got out.
"If you caused one dent you fucking queer and you`re dead."
Brian backed away.
"In here, Brian, quick!" Joe held the door.
Brian was ready to run when he heard a loud car horn.
Coming down the street from the other way was another pickup truck it's horn blaring. It was heading their way and accelerating.
"Let's get out of here!" The two guys scrambled into the truck.
But as they started to pull away the other truck turned and headed straight for them. The high beams came on blinding the fleeing driver.
"Shit, he's going to ram us!"
With a truck heading right for them the young driver had no choice but to turn onto the sidewalk. He hit the brakes before they hit the building. The other truck swerved and stopped behind them. The front of the truck was blocking their retreat.
The young driver was out of the truck in a flash. With the passenger side door so close to the building the other young man was trapped in the truck.
"Are you fucking crazy man?" Then the young driver got a look at the other driver as he stepped from the truck. He was taller and much more muscular then him. He wished he had kept his mouth shut.
"Yeah, I am very crazy so watch yourself." He looked over the trucks at Brian and Joe. "You two guys okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine."
He turned back to the young driver. "You're lucky those two weren't hurt. That just made me a little less crazy."
"We were just teasing the gay guys."
"By throwing things at them?" The other driver moved close to the young man's face. "Get your punk ass in that cab and stay there."
The young driver was trying hard to brave it out. "What are you going to do if I don't?"
"You can wait for the police in the comfort of the cab or face down on the sidewalk. It's your choice."
"The police?"
"Parking on the sidewalk is illegal."
With a little bravado the young men pointed to the other truck. "But you. . ." He turned and ran.
The other driver was on him before he was twenty feet from the truck. The other driver hauled the young man back to the truck.
"My dad is going to kill me."
"You should have thought of that before. Now you know what those gay men felt like."
The young man climbed back into the cab.
The other young man hit the driver. "You were going to run off and leave me."
"Shut up. You were throwing the stones."
"And you drove and it was your idea."
"I said 'shut up'!"
"Let's go harass the gays. They won't fight back." He crossed his arms. "Nice fucking idea."
The driver slugged the other person. "Will you shut up?!"
"Make me, smeg head."
Soon they were punching each other. The gay bashers had turned on themselves.
By this time some of the other kids and the adults had come out to see what all the noise was about. They stared at the strange scene.
When the two young men were holed up in their truck the other driver nodded at the growing group of spectators.
"Could someone arrange for a police car, please? I have to keep an eye on these two."
One of the adults went back into the building to call the police. Another walked up to the truck and pulled the cloth off covering the license plate.
"Thank you, sir. They have been harassing us for some time."
The man smiled. "No problem. I'm glad I could help out. I have no stomach for gay bashers."
Joe finally stepped up next to Brian. "Wow, now that is some guy."
Brian was beaming. "I know. He's my brother."
"Oh, my god!"
"What is it, JC?"
"An incident at Galixy last night."
"What?"
Peter and Lance moved close to where JC was reading the paper.
"Some sort of gay harassing incident. Two twenty something guys had been frequenting driving by Galixy yelling out gay slurs. Well, it seems last night someone in a pickup truck finally cornered them."
"My god, I wonder if Brian was there." Lance asked.
"It was Friday. Of course he was there."
"Did he see anything?"
The phone rang. Even without answering it Peter could almost feel the energy. "I think we are about to find out." He went to the phone.
"It's was so incredible! It was like a scene from the movies. Phil cut them off and cornered them. I am so proud of him. All of Galixy is."
"Phil did a heroic thing. But you shouldn't have thrown the stones back at them. It might not have ended so happily."
"I know. I got carried away with Joe being there and all. Galixy is my second home now. I guess I was feeling very protective."
"Well, I'm glad it worked out well."
"I'd better get going. Dad will get mad if I'm late."
"What if your dad saw the article?"
"We made them keep our names out of it. He'll never know. I've got to go."
"Bye, Brian."
They hung up.
Brian's dad was waiting by the front door.
"Where are your work gloves?"
"In the truck."
"I've told you to look after your gear. You can't do a good job without the proper equipment."
"I'm sorry, Father."
Mr. Wilson smiled, "Its okay. I'm not mad at you. I'm just trying to get you organized.
"I know. I'm trying."
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but did I hear you say that the whole universe should be proud of your brother Phil?"
Brian decided not to correct his father "universe' was fine. "Yeah."
"May I ask what he did that made you so proud of him?"
Brian's brain went into action. He tried to act calm. "There was a party on Friday I forgot about. Phil was nice enough to take me there and then picked me up. I was home early, I swear. Phil saw to that."
Mr. Wilson scowled. "I would have liked to have been asked first."
"I forgot about it. You were gone when they called to remind me."
"I see. Well, at least your brother was there. No drinking I trust."
Brian stood up tall. "No never."
"Good. But why are you so proud of Phil for that?"
Now Brian could tell the truth. "Well, most of my friends say their brothers do nothing but pick on them or just ignore them. Phil gave up part of his Friday night to chauffeur me around. Plus he was looking out for me. That's what made me proud of him."
Mr. Wilson patted Brian on the back. "Quite right. Quite right. Come on, we have a lot of lawns to do today."
They left the house.
Brian didn't mind working on a Saturday. The night at Galixy always seemed to recharge him. He worked harder on Saturday. His father seemed to notice. Brian caught his father glancing at him from time to time and he wanted to make his father proud.
They finished their work without Mr. Wilson saying much to Brian but talking during work wasn't his way. They got home, cooked dinner and Brian washed up the dishes. He was on his way up to his room to do his homework when his father stopped him.
Mr. Wilson put down the newspaper. "Brian, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Brian shrugged. "No, father."
"I just realized you didn't correct me this morning. Why?"
"I don't remember you needing correcting."
"When I repeated what I heard you said about being proud of Phil I said `universe'. You had said galaxy." His father held up the newspaper. He pointed to the article. "Or did you mean this Galixy."
Brian's heart sank.
"This article is about Phil and you, isn't it? This is the `party' you went to and that's why Phil was there. Why would you go to a place like that? Do you know the kind of people this place caters to?" Mr. Wilson stopped Brian before he could answer. "No, don't say something you will regret. You don't need people like that. You're not like them."
"But, Father. . ."
"They've got you confused. Trust me, Brian, you are not at all like them. I'm your father, I know."
"But. . ."
"Never go there again. Do you hear me?"
"They're nice people."
"That is not the point and this is not a debate." Mr. Wilson's voice was firm. "While you live under my roof you will follow my rules."
Brian bowed his head. "Yes, Father."
"That place is off limits to you from now on."
"Yes, Father."
"I am angry that you lied to me and you went behind my back."
"But Phil. . ."
"Yes, I know Phil drove. I'll talk to him too. Now go do your homework."
Brian started to shuffle off.
"And you will stay in this house at night every weekend for a month."
"Yes, Father. Sorry, Father." Brian went upstairs.
When he was gone Mr. Wilson took the newspaper and crumpled it up. "You'll not get my son. He will not make the mistakes I made. I swear it!"
"He knows."
Peter heard the anguish in Brian's voice.
"Brian, are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I'm just grounded every weekend for a month and I'm not to go to Galixy ever again."
"Brian, I am so sorry. But what did he say about you?"
"That I'm not like them. That they have me confused. I have never been surer about anything in my life but Dad just won't listen. He wouldn't even let me say anything. Well, I have already found a way around it."
"Brian, think about this."
"I'm just going to invite my friends here. Dad, never said I couldn't see them here I'm just not supposed to go to Galixy. If I can't go out I'll bring them here."
"I think you're asking for trouble."
Brian laughed. "Don't worry, I've invited some of the girls. Dad will think things are looking up." There was a pause. "I'd better go. I just wanted you to know. I had to tell someone."
"We'll try to think of something to help."
"I doubt if anything will. Dad can be very stubborn."
"Just take care, Brian. We care about you."
"Talk to you later."
The man stepped up to the desk. He talked to the back of Reverend Welks' chair.
"You wanted to see me."
"What is your progress? It has been almost a week."
"We have found nothing on NSYNC as yet. There have been a few leads on police reports about rape and someone being drugged but it is on the other homosexual."
The chair spun around. Reverend Welks slammed his fist to the desk.
"You have been told to forget about him. This must be on NSYNC themselves."
"We've tried. They're as squeaky clean as them seem."
"Nonsense. They're in the music business. That is an industry full of vice and corruption. You just need to dig a little deeper. What we're looking for is there. It always is. I will give you a little more time more to find something tangible or I will have you replaced. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. I'll find something."
"You had better. I have never failed the chairman and I don't ever mean to. So please don't make me step in."
"We'll double our efforts sir."
"Good and remember this is for the good of the American Family and you are doing God's will."
"Yes, sir. Praise God, sir."
"Oh, Phil, how are you?" Lance covered the phone receiver. He whispered. "It's Phil Wilson."
JC and Peter were at his side in a flash.
"Ask him how Brian is."
Lance pressed a speaker button on the phone.
"Everyone's here, Phil. JC and Peter. We can all hear you now."
"I just wanted to call and if you're interested you still have a lawn service."
"I thought your father nixed the idea."
"I explained to him it was very unprofitable to drop two clients especially the way the economy is. Plus they are happy with your work."
"Was that all it took?" Lance asked.
"No, I promised to assign someone else to the job."
JC ventured. "I take it, it is neither your father nor Brian."
"Never Brian. I took the jobs myself. I hope you don't mind."
JC started panting like a dog. Lance glared at him.
JC gave Lance a nudge. "You were looking too, remember."
"Do I hear you drooling?"
Peter added. "Don't be surprised if the shades are all pulled down while you are work here."
"Well, if it will put you out. . ."
"No, please." JC blurted out. He got another look from Lance. "We are touched you made the effort."
Lance's look softened.
"Well, you made the effort with Brian. I owe you one."
"How is he?" put in Peter.
"Straining at the leash. He knows better than to disobey our father but he will miss his friends at Galixy so much."
"Has he told you any of his plans?"
"About having his friends over? I urged caution. If it wasn't for my part in this they could have come to my house. Dad wouldn't have been the wiser. Because of this Galixy matter Dad almost cut Brian off from me. But we do have to work together. I promised I would keep Brian away from the gay stuff." Phil paused. "For now. I hate to say it but I want Brian to be happy despite of what father wants."
"We all do."
JC could see Lance was chomping on the bit to tell Phil about their father. He waved Lance back.
"Keep us posted with any news."
"Sure thing. Later."
"Bye."
Lance angrily pushed the button on the phone. "I still think we should tell him about his father."
"Soon, Lance." Peter said. "Give me a chance first."
"What are you going to do?"
"Talk to Mr. Wilson myself and try to convince him to let Brian go to Galixy or see his friends at least."
"He'll go berserk."
"I don't think so. Not in the right setting."
"Where?" asked Lance.
"At a client's house. He wouldn't dream of making a fuss there."
"But he'll never discuss anything with you with the fear of being seen with you or overheard."
"Not if the client's not at home."
"How will you know that?"
Peter smirked at Lance. "Walls don't hinder me."
JC nodded. "Then we're going too."
"I'd feel better on my own. He might feel under attack."
Lance glowered. "He is."
Peter shrugged. "Okay, we'll all go and face Mr. Wilson. God help us."
JC smiled. "Oh, he will, Peter. He will."
End Part 48
Hello, it's me again. I said I would be here. So how did you like it? Lots of stuff happening. I was trying to touch on a lot of plot points that were out there hanging. I hope the wait was worth it. Anyway as always I'd love to hear or read your opinion. E-mail me at pete1211@aol.com. If not, part 49 might take even LONGER to write. Yep, I will stoop to blackmail. KIDDING. It will take me as long as it will take and boy does that make you readers mad! Sorry. Better get my ass in gear and start the next part. Yes, my ass has gears but it is not automatic transmission. It is definitely a manual and needs a hand on the stick shift and a LOT of clutch. Oops, more than you need to know.
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