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The-N'Sync-Gang
I lay in the boat with my head in Lance's lap. I looked up at him. The sun shining through his spikey hair gave him the appearance of an angel. 'My angel,' I exalted in the thought. I closed my eyes, a smile forming on my face. I relaxed, feeling the gentle rocking of the boat. I felt the boat began to rock harder and I heard Lance's voice at what seemed like a great distance, "Heh there. . ., come on. . ., wake up. . ."
I opened my eyes and looked directly into Lance's. He was gently rocking me, trying to wake me up. I was slightly disoriented by the lack of the boat and water, but I quickly (about one second) reoriented myself and smiled up at Lance. I pulled up and kissed Lance deeply.
"I'm gonna have to wake you up more often," he said when we ended the kiss.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind waking up to that more often," I replied, smiling devilishly. "So what's on your schedule for today?"
"Well, all we have are a couple of public appearances and we are signing CDs for a couple of hours. That should end around three, then we have the rest of the day to ourselves."
"Well, after three o'clock, you are MINE!" I laughed. "We're gonna get to know each other better!"
"I can't wait," he replied.
"Care for a shower?"
"Only if you're coming with me."
"Of course!"
We joked around as Lance sorted through his clothes. After he found something suitable to wear, we walked into the bathroom together. We helped each other remove our clothes. When we were both naked, I reached behind Lance's back and pulled him to me. I kissed him again, and caressed his smooth butt.
After several minutes he pulled back laughing, "I thought we were going to take a shower?"
"Well, I guess we could do that," I whispered into his ear.
I let him go and he stepped back. I admired his body. I was surprised at the lack of body hair. "Man, you really are an albino!"
"Has anyone NOT heard about that?" he said, iratated.
"I don't think so," I smiled.
I resumed looking at his body, I loved the way all his muscles flowed into each other. I could tell he was strong but he wasn't overly muscled, making those ugly swinging masses of flesh that professional body builders are so proud of. He turned and bent over to turn on the water. I admired his butt, feasting my eyes upon him. As he straightened back up I walked up behind him and began to nible on the side of his neck.
The hot shower was creating steam that flowed over us as I kissed and sucked lightly on Lance's neck and earlobes. He moaned deeply as a stimulated those places that you have to feel to understand. I lifted him over the edge of the shower and stepped in behind him, without stopping stimulating his neck.
Lance continued to moan as I moved around in front of him, trailing my tongue along his neck. I relinquished contact for a moment, only to move up to his mouth and kiss him deeply and passionately.
We kissed until our souls were so full of sexual energy that we were both about to explode from the tension. I stepped back while running my hands down his stomach. When my questing hands found their way to his member, they encircled it and began to stroke it slowly.
"I think we know each other well enough," I said. Merely nodded and moaned deeply.
I lowered myself to my knees, still stroking his enraged manhood. I slowly leaned forward and surronded his cock with my lips. My tongue darted into a flurry of motion, swirling around his head rapidly. It found the piss slit and began to stimulate it with barely controlled energy.
I pulled back, removing him from my mouth. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, down to his balls. His cock pushed up against my face as I took his balls into my mouth. I could tell from the moans coming from his throat, that Lance was enjoying himself.
I returned his cock to my lips and slid down as much of his big cock as I could manage. I ended up taking only five of his eight inches, but that was enough for a first time. I slid along his cock, causing him to moan in ectasy. Before long, he was thrusting into my mouth for all he was worth. It took all the strength I had just to keep him from stabbing anything that would hurt either of us. Soon, he thrust deeply into my mouth and began to shoot hot lava down my throat. I pulled back some, to savour the taste on my tongue. Like everything else about him, he tasted. . . sweet!
When the thrusting and pulsing subsided I stood up and kissed him passionately. His tongue made its way into my mouth. When he tasted the remnants of his sweet cum in my mouth his tongue went wild, trying to taste more of the fluid.
Soon Lance drew back and moved to my ear. "I want to, but I don't know how."
I pulled him back in front of me. His face was drawn and sad. I smiled at him and lightly brushed his cheek with my hand, "It's ok, I'll teach you later." I pulled him in, and enveloped him in a hug. "We need to get clean now anyway, you have to get to work soon." He said nothing.
We washed each other and were soon soon squeaky clean -- especially when pinched Lance. We walked into the living area and got dressed.
"Hey, babe," I began.
Lance jerked his head around, "What did you say?"
I began slightly uneasy, I thought he was mad, "Hey babe. . ."
"I like that," he said smiling.
"Oh. . . Anyway, I'm kinda hungry, you did give me a very substantial breakfast. So you wanna go catch a bite to eat?"
"I'm gonna get you for that later," he said smiling. "Yeah, let me go rouse the guys."
I followed him into the hall. He poked his head into each of the guys' rooms and made sure they were up and in the process of getting ready. Then he told them to meet in his room in ten to fifteen minutes.
We proceeded back to his room and sat down side by side on his bed. I reached over and pulled his head to mine.
We were still making out when the guys began to come in, one by one.
Chris came in first and began making rude noises. "Alright guys," he finally called out, "that's enough."
We broke off and looked at him and smiled, then turned back and dove in for one more "short" one.
"I'm gonna be sick!"
We pulled back and smiled again, "Alright, we'll stop just for you," I said.
We sat down and talked while waiting for everyone else to show up. After a good long thirty minute wait everyone made their appearance, and would you know it everyone was on time except Justin. He looked like he could use a couple of injections of adrenaline to get his day started.
"Alright everyone, here's what we have to do today," Lance began. "First of all, we have a photo-shoot in an hour and a half. Then we have a radio interview at one. I suppose we need to eat inbetween those two. At two, we are signing CDs for an hour at Virgin records on the third floor. After that we are free for the rest of the day." He smiled at me then continued, "Bran and I are going to breakfast, anyone who wants to come along may."
They all responded in an affirmative manner -- if you call a grunt affirmative -- and we headed out for breakfast.
I knew of a small cafe around the corner, so we quickly walked there for breakfast.
A figure clothed in a dark gray suit, hat, and singlasses looked through a pair of binoculars at six youthful guys walking around the corner from the hotel they had just exited.
"Looks like we're making some new friends. Well, lets see if we can use that to our advantage," the figure said to noone.
We sat down in a corner booth of the cafe. "It must suck," I said, trying to start a conversation while we were waiting for the waitress to come for our order, "to have to try and 'hide' from people so that they don't find out who you are, and go crazy."
"Yeah," JC replied, "but it is those same fans that pay for everything we have. It's not like we can complain too much."
"Yeah, but it is a great way to get women," Joey said laughing.
"Only women that don't care about who you are. All they care about is WHAT you are. I want a girl that loves me, not my job and my fame," Justin retorted, Joey stopped laughing.
"It must be hard, you can't even be who you really are, you have to be what people think and want you to be," I continued.
"Yeah, but it's worth it, we get to do what we love," Lance said.
The waitress finally made it to our table and asked for our orders without looking up. We all gave her our orders. Only when she was finished writing did she look up. When she caught sigh of the guys she froze. Her eyes widenned, and her mouth began to open in a scream.
"Don't," Justin said before she could scream.
The shock of meeting NSYNC where she worked, and them have them talk to her must of shorted out her brain because she just stood their stunned. Finally, after several minutes of silence, she came back to her sense. "I'm so sorry. . . I didn't realize. . . I. . . I. . .,"
"You'll go get those orders filled," JC cut her off.
She just nodded and began backing up, without even turning. Her eyes were wide open and unblinking. She back into an empty table and jumped. She quickly turned and almost ran to the kitchen. We all began to giggle at her awkwardness.
Chris broke out laughing hysterically, causing the rest of us to laugh in earnest. "That wasn't THAT funny," I said, when we had finally gotten ourselves under control.
"Yes it was," Chris replied, on the verge of breaking into laughter again.
"Chris, you're hopeless," Justin said.
The conversation degraded to the point that we were still throwing names across the table when the waitress returned with our food. We quickly ate our food and walked back to the hotel.
Lance and I trailed behind everyone, talking. "Listen babe, I'm gonna go home and catch a shower, and a change of clothes. I'll meet you at Virgin Records at three."
"Ok. I wish you could come with us all day," he said unhappily.
"Yeah, I wish I could too. . . but we both know better than that. I don't want to ruin your reputation, and well. . .," I pinched him lightly.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, jumping. "You are evil!"
"Absolutley," I replied flashing my best evil grin. "That's why you love me."
At those words Lance flashed a half-hearted smile and became very quite.
The figure stood quietly, hanging halfway over the building's ledge, a pair of binoculars perched in front of his eyes. He was focusing on a male couple walking behind four other men. "So. . . he's the one. Let's see if that information is useful, shall we."
Lance walked the rest of the way to the hotel in a daze. 'Do I really love him? Is this love? Do I really love this man that I don't really even know. What is it about him that is different than all the others? Is it because he isn't in love with the performer. . . Because he is in love with ME? I am soooo confused.' He didn't even realize he had spoken the last sentence until Bran asked him, "What are you confused about?"
"I don't know," Lance said. 'I just don't know,' his mind echoed.
I drove down the highway unusually slow, approximately the speed limit. "What is wrong with Lance?" I asked myself. 'I believe you know,' that inner voice replied. "No I don't, tell me."
'Something you said effected him.'
"Yes. . . But what?" 'You know.' "We've been through this! I have no ide. . . That's why you love me. . . That's it, those five little words? But how can five little words. . ." I trailed off, unwilling to think those unhappy thoughts. "I'll just talked to him later."
I continued the drive home in complete silence, both physical and mental. I refused to think any negative thoughts about my relationship with Lance. I'd just have to wait.
When I finally arrived home I walked into my bathroom and took a long hot shower. I mentally reviewed everything Lance and I had done earlier in the morning. After my shower I walked into my room and searched through my cloths for something suitable to wear -- not too dressy but still nice.
I picked a pair of stone colored slacks and a sea-green polo shirt then climbed into them. I walked down the hall into the living room and turned on the television. I flicked to MTV. TRL was scheduled to come on in a few minutes so I surfed channels for a few minutes then returned to MTV. I watched all the videos, waiting for the video I want to see the most. I dozed off, only to be brought back to reality by Carson's voice saying, "And now, the number 1 hit, 'N-SYNC with 'I Drive Myself Crazy.'"
I opened my eyes and listened to the haunting music. Then I heard Chris begin singing. I REALLY listened to the words, something I had never done before. The video finally came to the part I was waiting before, the shot of Lance. I felt myself falling into those eyes, even though he wasn't even here. "I drive myself crazy/thinking of you." At those words I closed my eyes, bowed my head, and did something I NEVER do. I cried. Although the lyrics really had no bearing on my current situation, those two little lines summed up everything that I wanted to tell Lance.
I didn't realize I had cried myself to sleep until I woke up. I looked at my watch and screamed, "OH CRAP!!!" It was five till three. I was supposed to meet Lance at three. I'd never make it. I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way. "Oh please god," I begged the creator, "don't let him misunderstand." I ran to the garage, jumped in the Ferrari and gunned the engine.
I was flying down the highway at near two hundred miles per hour. I was, for once, glad I had gotten the training I had gotten, to work for dad. I had to slow to a crawling 45 miles per hour inside the city, but I felt like my mind was already at Virgin.
When I finally parked and ran up the escalators to the third floor. I searched frantically for the guys, and found them around a corner. They were all there, except Lance.
I forced myself to calm down, 'He probably only went to the bathroom and he'll be back in a few minutes,' I told myself. I began walking over to the table they were sitting at. A security guard came over to me. "Sir, I can't allow you any further, 'N-SYNC is finished signing today."
"You'd don't understand, they invited me up," I replied, trying to push past the guard.
"Sir, you'd be surprised how many times I've heard that lame excuse. I'm sorry, but I can't let you--"
"It's alright, let him pass," JC called, finally noticing me.
"Yes, sir," the guard replied. "Sorry about that, just doing my job," he said to me.
"That's ok, I understand," I said to him.
I restrained myself from running over to the guys. I calmly walked over. "Where's Lance?" I asked.
"He isn't with you," Justin said, confused.
"No," I replied, getting worried.
"When you didn't show up immediately he said he was going down to the entrance to wait for you," Joey said.
"He wasn't there when I came in," I said, starting to freak. 'HE HATES YOU, HE HATES YOU!' my mind screamed at me.
"Well he probably got mobbed by some fans," Justin said calmly, "it has a tendency to happen. Let's go look for him."
This calmed me down some.
We searched all three floors, looking for any sign of Lance. He was nowhere to be found. "Does he have a cell?" I asked the guys.
"Yeah, but he accidentally left it at the hotel today," Chris answered.
"HELL!" I exclaimed.
Just then, my phone began to ring. I took it out of my pocket and turned it on before even I knew what had happend. I put it to my ear and said, "Hello?"
"Hello Bran," a strange voice answered.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"If you ever want to see your boyfriend in one peice again you are going to come to the abandoned warehouses on the wharf at six o'clock tonight. There, we'll discuss terms. And for a little proof that we do have him, well. . ." I heard Lance's voice scream in the background. "Be there," the first voice commanded.
The call was disconnected and I just stood there listening to the dial tone, formulating a plan. Now that I knew what was wrong I had full control of my faculties. I was trained to work well in emergency situations, it was my job. "Alright guys, Lance is in trouble. You are going to have to help me get him out of it."
"What do you mean Lance is in trouble!?!" They all shouted at me togther.
"Keep it down, I'll explain it to you later. I have to get to my house and pick up some equipment. Ya'll need to go back to the hotel. Don't leave, I'll be back as fast as I can."
I didn't wait for an answer, I turned and ran to my parked car. I jumped in and headed back to my house, once again speeding. I pulled out my cellphone and dialed a number I knew like the back of my hand. "Hey, I need a little help. Yeah, Lance has be captured. Yeah, that is my best guess. They are the only ones with enough gall to try anything like this. Actually I need you to get the tracing equipment ready. Yeah, and I need you to get the ident-code of the last phone that called my cell. Got it? Good! First thing that went right today. Well, second thing. I should be there soon. get the crew prepped and have an extra car, we have to bring the rest of 'N SYNC with us. I know they're not trained, but I can't leave them out of this, this is their best friend we're talking about. Alright I'm almost there, have everything ready. Alright, bye." I hung up and wipped sweat from my brow. I was trained for this, but now that it was personal, I was worried. In this business there is never a guarantee.
Lance lay in the back of the car, hands and feet tied and an armed man sitting to either side. "Where are you taking me," he said fearfully. "Who are you? Why are you doing this."
"Where we are taking you is no concern of yours. We are going to use you to get what we need." A man seated across from him said.
"If you need money, I can--"
"We don't need money," the man cut Lance off. "We're gonna use you to take out your boyfriend."
"What do you mean?"
"You mean he didn't tell you the risk. He didn't tell you what he does. Oh, this is amusing. Well I guess it is time someone informed you. . ." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- To Be Continued
*Don't worry, next segment reveals what Bran does for a living. That should create an interesting plot twist as well.
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