Lance, The Witch and The Bathrobe, part 1
Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction and is in now way a reflection of the sexuality of Lance Bass of N'sync. I don't know him or any of the others. Maybe one day but not yet. This story contains m/m interaction. Its also a love story,
Hope u like this story, its my second Nifty attempt, guess I prefer Stardom to college. But in any case enjoy the show. Any suggestions send to dannyseddon@hotmail.com.
Authors Note: Hey I'd like to shout out to anyone who is thinking about writing a story, do it! What have you got to loose. And I'm gonna shout out to Twinny because your a great guy, you know who you are oh twin of mine. LOL Oh well on with the tale.
"Oh I hate planes." I mumble to myself. There I was, Luke Benson, author of three successful literary novels in first class of a plane from Boston to New Orleans. Me with a fear of flying. I pressed the button for the stewardess repeatedly. "Excuse me!" I called "Excuse me!" A young blond girl comes. If I wasn't so scared then I'd have notice how bad the colour of her uniform (Purple and tangerine, please!). But I was scared so I didn't notice. "Yes sir what seems to be the problem?" she asked politely. "I need some water, my throat is so dry. How long till we land? Will it be long? Oh my god how long will it be?" my Scouse accent is highly audible and people are looking at me. I don't care about that though. British stiff upper lip coming through on that. "Sir please calm down, we won't be landing for awhile. But please try to remain calm till we do." She looked at the person next to me and her eyes widen. Then looking back at me. "I'll be right back with your water sir." With that she left. I looked to my right, to the person who was seated next to me. He was extremely cute, dark brown mousy hair with bleached tips, a mischievous facial expression, and the most extraordinary green eyes I had ever seen. He kept getting the feeling I knew him from somewhere but couldn't think where, Damn planes! I then noticed he was looking at me funny. "You OK man?" He asked me. "Sure." I answer, blushing "I'm just really scare of flying." He looked intrigued. "Interesting accent." he said "Where are you from?" "Well," I trying to settle into my seat. "I grew up in Liverpool, UK. But then I got a lot of money from books that I've had published and got a house and down in New Orleans where I like so stay." "So you live in New Orleans?" He smiled. "Well I actually live in London now, but spend most of my time in New Orleans because the house is bigger and the food is to die for." He laughed. The stewardess had come and gone with my water but we just kept on talking. "So," I started "Travelling from Boston to New Orleans. Quite a trip." "Sure is, I was visiting a friend that got sick recently and was up there for a while." He looks down but then continues, "But now I'm going to the Big Easy to meet up with my buddy Josh." "That's cool," I think a minute, why does that name go with this face. "I've just been staying in Salem for a bit celebrating." He looks confused. "Celebrating what?" he asked. "Oh just Summer Solstice. I visited a coven that's there, but then there are plenty of covens in Salem. But Covens are not for me being the hedge witch that I am." I looked at the guy, he looked horrified. "Your a witch?" He asked, "Sure I am." I carry realising where this may lead. "Your not scared your gonna go to Hell?" I look at him and laugh. "Oh my goddess." I giggle, he still looked horrified. "No I don't believe in hell its not part of my religion. I don't believe in your god either. Your Catholic aren't you?" "No actually." He said bitterly "I'm Southern Baptist." "Just as bad." I snigger knowing this will get to him. So what! I think, He may be cute but he was mean first. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked getting really pissed. Trying hard to keep his voice down. "It means that u just got pissed because I put your religion down." I take a sip of water. "And yet you feel you can justify judging other peoples religions because your own religion says you should." I sit there contented. Smart arse. The guy sits back contemplating what I had just said. We sit in silence for what seems like forever. "I'm sorry" He whispered apologetically, "I guess you're right, I mean I still don't believe its right but its your choice I guess. I know I'm not perfect so why should I judge you. "I looked at him gob-smacked. "Wow," I was totally amazed at the fact he actually thought about it. I felt really low just about then. I felt like a hypocrite having always hating people who judged me because of what I was rather than who I was. "I kinda know what its like to be prejudged." He says to me. "That kinda hit a cord for me." "Oh why what's wrong with you that you get prejudged?" I ask, hoping its what I want it to be since this guy is so cute its unreal. Out of no where a stewardess comes to our seat holding a CD case. "Excuse me Mr Bass, I'm a really big fan of yours and I was wondering if you could sign this please?" She giggled nervously. "Sure, why not." I looked at the cover as it passed me, my eyes widening. I looked at him with complete shock on my face. Oh shit, I thought, I know who he is. So that's why the name Josh was connected to with his face. Josh was JC from NSYNC and this was... "There you go." He passed the CD back to the stewardess. He looked at me. "You OK?" "Your..." "Yes," He nodded. "Guess that means your gonna be all star struck and shit?" "No just shocked. I can't believe I didn't notice. Must be the altitude, always does it." He laughed. Such a cute laugh it was, the way his Adams apple wobbled. I laughed too. "So you giving out autographs now are you?" I laughed, it was starting to hurt but I still laughed. I could see Mr Bass was in a similar predicament. "To anyone who wants one." He clutched his belly and leant forward, giving me a slight view of his ass. Nice, I thought, shame he's probably not gay. Although he is in a boy band and... "Can I have one off my new friend?" I asked. He looked at me shocked. "Friend?" I was thinking, yes that's right. Then I thought this guys famous he probably doesn't give a shit about you, unless maybe you tell him... "Yeah," I said. "You've been talking to me for a while and you've really helped wit my fear. Which reminds me." I grabbed the seat quickly remembering where I was. "Look at me," He said, I looked. "You're sitting next to a member of NSYNC." My eyes widened. "Wow, you're good." I smirked, "And full of yourself."
"I try." He grinned, "You got any paper so I can write an autograph to me new friend who I don't know the name of." "Luke," I blushed, I couldn't believe I hadn't told him my name. You stupid cunt. "Hi I'm James." He held out his hand. "I thought it was..." "It is, middle name, you know the score. And anyway if we're friends then its like more, you know." He shrugged "Either that or scoop. Now get my bag out of the overhead compartment. I have some paper." I got up and found his open bag in the compartment. I sat down and looked in. There sat my first book with a book mark about half way through. Hahaha, he knows who I am and doesn't know it. I got the paper out and passed it to him. Didn't take him long. "I gotta go to the john." He looked uncomfortable. "Sure," I said as I got up to let him passed. "Can I take a look at that book in your bag?" "Sure man, by some new author. Kinda scary but also kinda cool." My book was kinda cool. Nice one. He left and I watched him walk to the toilet. I wished I could follow him in, kissing those lips of his, removing his pants and getting into some serious action with him. The thought of his boyband cock in my mouth was making me hard. I got the book out of the bag and grabbing a pen.
To James
Thanks for the autograph, since you gave
one I only thought it fair to return the favour.
If you wanna stay in touch the number is below.
Your new friend
Luke Benson I smiled thinking he doesn't have a clue.
Well there it is, the first Chapter. No, no sex but hey that's life, doesn't always come straight away. (Unless your me, in my dreams.) As above any suggestions send them to dannyseddon@hotmail.com