Disclaimer: This is my first attempt to write a story, it is about Lance from the band NSYNC, and a fictional guest star from Dawson's Creek. I have no affiliation with either NSYNC, Dawson's Creek, or Teen People magazine. I also have no affiliation with any other TV show or such I might mention. I am not saying that in real life they are gay or in any way implying anything about their sexualities. Also, this story contains graphic descriptions of male to male sex. If you are not old enough to read such please go no further. Now having finished with the legal stuff, on to the good part.
All comments would be welcome, even if you hate the story. I would like everyone who reads it to tell me what they think. Sorry no sex in chapter one...>:-)...but soon enough!
In a busy part of Wilmington, North Carolina, a limousine arrives at a towering building of at least twenty stories. A mob of overly excited teenage girls bounce up and down awaiting the arrival of its passengers. The mass grows a little more hysterical as the driver emerges and heads to the rear passenger door. A slight drop in volume is the only evidence that the girls have stopped to breathe
The calm before the storm.
Inside the limo five guys sit in silence, all conversation having died as the limo stopped. They sit staring at each other, steeling themselves for the task that lies before them. All to suddenly the door opens and a tidal wave of flashing lights and high pitched screams slams into them. The one closest to the door, wearing a necklace bearing a superman logo takes one long look at the others before stepping out into madness.
"LOOK!!!" someone screams.
"ITS JOEY!!!!"
That is all the lead guy can make out as he moves toward the building, smiling and signing autographs. Soon he is followed by his four companions, the last one taking his time getting out of the limo. Someone points and he hears a cacophony of screams...
"JUSTIN!!"
"CHRIS!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
"OH GOD JC!!"
"LANCE!!!"
The last scream he hears clearly. He looks around flashing his beautiful smile, green eyes sparkling in the early morning light. The girls go crazy, calling out to all of them. After a few minutes of absolute madness, the five guys find themselves standing inside the huge hotel's lobby. A women in a black business suit approaches extending her hand.
"Thank you all for coming."
Taking the lead Lance extends his hand, his voice taking on all of his southern charm.
"No problem, we are pleased to be able to do an interview and photo shoot for your magazine."
"The staff from Teen People Magazine appreciate you all taking time from you tour."
She clasps his hand firmly, and starts to lead them toward the lobby's elevator.
"I'll show you to your dressing rooms. My name is Ashley, and I will be glad to get you anything you need."
As the group heads toward the elevator, Lance notices another teenage heart throb heading toward the exit.
"Is that Joshua Jackson?"
"Yeah, he is here with the other stars of Dawson's Creek, they had an interview and photo shoot earlier."
Lance's gaze lingers on the TV star, then quickly he snaps his eyes forward, hoping no one noticed. As they get into the elevator, Lance shifts feeling a little dumb, thinking to himself...
'No one saw me. And they wouldn't figure out what I was thinking anyway'
The group makes a little small talk as they ascend. Soon enough the elevator beeps, announcing their arrival. When they all finish getting out of the elevator, Ashley gives them all directions, room numbers, and keys. She tells them to meet in the hotel convention hall on the second floor in two hours.
With that they all split and went their separate directions. Lance wandered around the floor awhile before finally arriving at his room. Unlocking it with the key Ashley gave him and opening the door. He stepped in still lost in thought about his earlier feelings about seeing the hot Dawson's Creek star, and promptly dropped his clothing bag in shock.
Standing in the middle of his room was the most gorgeous guy he had ever seen. Lance had thought he might be gay or bisexual for awhile, but seeing this boy, just finishing wrapping a towel around his waist and picking up the clothes he had just stepped out of, obliterated all doubt in his mind. Lance was frozen like a deer in headlights as he looked at this amazing boy. He had incredibly defined and muscular legs, a wiry and sexy frame, he was lightly tanned, and had beautifully sculpted shoulders. His hair was auburn and spiky in that sexy just rolled out of bed way.
As the guy turned around he revealed a tight muscular gymnasts build, with well defined pecs and abs. He was completely smooth, with a light trail of hair leading down from his navel, which was his only body hair. Lance brought his eyes up to see the boys face and his heart skipped a beat. He had the most gorgeous and angelic face Lance had ever seen, and the deepest blue eyes.
Eyes that looked a little surprised to see Lance standing there in the hallway with the door wide open, but also with amusement as he noticed Lance clearly staring at his body.
"In or out?"
The boy's voice was a sexy tenor, with signs of a slight Irish accent. After a few seconds Lance recovered enough to overcome his racing pulse and shortness of breath, fighting desperately to keep his voice steady.
"What?!"
"In or out?"
"Um, well, uh...in"
Lance fumbled as he picked up his bag and walked in, closing the door behind him and hoping his face wasn't as red as he thought it was.
"I...er...I was supposed to...this is my dressing room...I think."
The angelic boy, who couldn't have been older than nineteen laughed, a bemused expression on his face.
"You must be one of the guys from the band they are going to be interviewing. They told me I needed to be out of here by ten o'clock, but I got a little tied up with the photographer. My name is Tiernan. I'm here with the cast from Dawson's Creek."
Lance stared in shock as Tiernan walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He closed the curtain and tossed the towel onto the counter and started the water.
"What's the matter? Never seen another guy naked before?"
Tiernan stuck his head around the curtain and laughed as Lance's face turned bright red. He had been staring at the curtain as though it was the first time he had ever seen a shower before.
"Of...of course I have."
With that Tiernan ducked back into the shower. Lance was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, his loose khakis and boxers didn't seem to have enough room for him any more. Lance lost where he was for a moment, recalling every inch of Tiernan's breath taking flesh, and laughed a little to himself wondering whether or not he had a tan line.
"Really, you seemed pretty shocked to find me standing in a towel. Any way, I'm a guest star on Dawson's Creek. I play Jack McPhee's new love interest."
Tiernan's voice cut through Lances thoughts like a knife. Did he just hear Tiernan say that he played a gay character in the show. Then he mentally kicked himself.
'Just because he plays a gay character doesn't mean he's gay.'
"I hope I'm not freaking you out talking to you while I'm showering, when I'm not with someone, showering always feels lonely. So what's your name anyway, I apologize about not recognizing which one you are."
"I'm Lance."
"Glad to meet you."
"Yeah me to."
Still shocked by the whole incident, Lance stumbled back into the room and sat down in a nice chair in the middle of the room. Soon enough Tiernan emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of black silk boxers and toweling his hair dry. His body still glistened a little with moisture.
"Sorry about your inconvenience. I'll be out of here in a few minutes."
"Take your time..."
Lance snapped his mouth shut as soon as the words had left his mouth. He pulled his eyes away from the front of Tiernan's shorts, he had been admiring the noticeable bulge, and was thankful he had chosen to sit down. When he looked up into Tiernan's eyes he was embarrassed to see that he had been noticed. Tiernan just cracked a smile, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. There was a short silence as Tiernan turned and started to get dressed. He pulled on a pair of black cargo pants and a pair of Sketchers. He turned to look at Lance as he pulled on a black undershirt and donned a white short sleeved button up shirt, which he left hanging open.
"You musicians have it all so easy. Actors always have to do stuff they may not like."
Tiernan's voice once again invaded Lances thoughts and it took him a few seconds to stammer out a reply.
"like what?"
"Like making out with guys..."
With that Lances hopes shattered. Tiernan obviously wasn't gay, he had just said as much.
"they don't find attractive."
"W...What did you say?"
"with guys they don't find attractive. Kerr Smith is good looking, there's no denying it, but I'm not into dark haired and brown eyed actors...I much prefer blond haired and green eyed singers..."
------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Any and all comments are welcome, and again I would prefer that everyone who read this story would tell me what they think. My email is uninspired_teen@hotmail.com Remember that this is my first attempt at writing a story however.