Usual disclaimer applies: This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to imply anything about the orientation, beliefs or anything else about the real members of 'N Sync or anyone else (but we can dream). If you are under 18, or are offended by graphic depictions of homosexual relationships, please go back now.
Story content copyright 1999 T. Kevin. Send feedback to: lictor (at) aol (dot) com -----
Author's Notes:
For a different take on Lance & JC (including a QuickTime movie of 'the hug' from MOMH, and -- coming soon -- Photos from the charity basketball game).
Sorry for the delay (did you notice?) I was away on vacation... and doing some research. But hopefully this nice big juicy double-chapter will make up for it. If you are into the whole experience, you might want to get out your Backstreet Boys' 'Millennium' CD and have it ready to play...
AND, okay, I have to brag for a second: I went to the Charity BBall game in Atlanta on August 25th and the party afterwards. I actually got to MEET Lance and talk briefly (before security whisked him away). He really is genuinely a sweet guy, and very friendly; not egotistical at all (he was so excited that he got four points in he game!). And he's even cuter up close, if you can imagine that. Joey and Justin were there too. Joey was a party animal and Justin was a dancing machine. At one point in the middle of the dance floor Joey grabbed Lance and gave him a BIG wet smooch on the cheek--no lie! Lance looked mighty embarrassed. But that's another story...
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CHAPTER TEN
No one wanted to leave idyllic Hawaii, but it was time to return to the mainland and the crazy schedule of internationally famous pop stars.
The air shuttle to Honolulu was uneventful. There was some 'confusion' on seating for the long flight from Honolulu to LA: Justin, in a rare fit of bossiness, demanded that Terry be upgraded to first class with the 'N Sync guys and Alex. Terry was embarrassed by the whole scene and kept saying he would be all right in coach with the rest of the entourage, but out of the blue Alex backed Justin and agreed to upgrade the designer. "After all," the manager smiled, "We want him to be part of the 'N Sync family so he'll do a good job with the 'N Touch part of the web site. Good Idea, Justin."
The blond singer was a bit taken aback by his manager's friendliness, and thanked Alex. Terry was more cynical. He wondered how much Alex knew, and what price he -- or god forbid Justin -- would have to pay later for Alex Sommers' beneficence.
Now in first class for the first time in his life, Terry was next to Justin and feeling more than a little conspicuous. "You didn't have to do this you know." He said after the flight attendant took their drink orders.
"'S Cool, man." Justin winked at him. "I owe you after last night anyway."
"You don't owe me anything Justin, I was out of line. I'm sorry I made a move like that."
The blond grabbed Terry's hand and squeezed it hard. "I don't know what place you came from man, but God musta sent you to me because I can't imagine anybody puttin' up with my crap like you do!" He gave Terry one of those melt- your-heart smiles.
Terry sighed. "When are you going get it through your thick peroxide- saturated head that I really like you the way you are, Justin? I respect you wanting to wait, and I frankly admire your will power." The he added in a whisper, "Making out with you is better than sex with most people."
"Are you sayin' you think I bleach my hair?" Justin glared, pretending to ignore the compliment but actually he was trying to cover his embarrassment.
"Justin, honey, I may have not yet been to the Promised Land, but I have seen the treasure trail, and it is NOT platinum blond!"
That comment was enough to make even Justin Timberlake blush, especially because the male (and obviously gay) flight attendant was just arriving with their drinks. He smiled as if he had heard nothing. "A diet Coke for you sir..." He served Justin, "And a Bloody Mary for you." He set down Terry's drink. "Happy trails." he whispered and winked.
"I heard dat comment!" Justin scowled at the designer after the attendant left.
"What? Jealous?" Terry grinned wolfishly.
"No!" Justin pouted.
"Liar!" Then he poked Justin in the ribs and his pout changed to a grin.
He rested his head on Terry's shoulder. "I like you a lot, you know that." Justin whispered, closing his eyes.
"I like you too... a lot." The black-haired young man answered, gently taking Justin's hand.
They openly held hands for awhile, since the flight attendants in First Class obviously already knew something was up. Alex noticed as well, but said nothing.
Terry finished his Bloody Mary as they taxied down the runway.
"That was quick." Justin noted. "I didn't know you drank anyways."
"I drink sometimes when I go out to clubs, and flying makes me nervous."
"Jeez I didn't think anything scared you, Mister Martial Arts! And I thought you told me that you skydive?"
"I do; going up in that little plane scares me too, more than jumping out of it. A lot of things scare me, Jus. I get scared when I think about whether..." He trailed off.
"What?" Justin squeezed his hand and smiled at him as the plane accelerated down the runway. He could see the color drain out of Terry's face.
"Whether... " Terry swallowed hard. "Whether you feel the same way about me as I think I do about you. Where this is all going... It scares me. Even more than flying." He clamped his eyes shut.
The plane surged into the air. Terry's hand gripped Justin's almost painfully. He really was afraid of flying.
Justin squeezed back and waited until the plane had climbed for a few minutes. "I don't know what to say, except I'm scared too, man. I don't know what will happen in my life tomorrow or next week, no matter a year or ten years from now! But I know that being with you, just like this, makes me feel right. I hope you feel something like that."
Terry breathed a little easier. "I think I do." 'I feel better than I have a right to.' He thought.
They were barely all settled in after takeoff before Lance and JC were asleep. They flipped up the armrest between them, and spread a blanket across their laps. At first Lance had his head on JC's shoulder, but as the flight went on, he slipped down until his head was on the taller boy's lap, and he was stretched across the wide seats. The flight attendants all smiled at the sweet picture of the boys as they passed. Joey and Chris played cards for awhile, then they went to sleep as well. Justin went to sleep while Terry worked on his laptop. Alex spent a lot of time on the Airphone.
They arrived in LA without incident, and were whisked to their hotel before fans got wind of their presence. After taking a day to recover from their jet lag, they had a meeting with Johnny Wright. Alex was there as well. They went over their schedule, which included one surprise.
"I don't know if you were aware," Johnny began, "But the Backstreet Boys are going to be filming videos for a few songs on their upcoming album, and they've invited you guys to have a cameo in one. We thought it would be good PR, and maybe squash some of these rumors that you don't get along.
"Coo'!" said Justin immediately. The others were not as enthusiastic, mainly because their schedule was already so hectic, but they all agreed to do it.
"That's it, then! Oh, Lance and JC..." Johnny called to them as everyone was getting up to leave, "I'd like to talk to you for a moment in private."
The boys looked at each other and sat down again, slowly. They knew what this must be about.
"Speaking of rumors..." Johnny leaned back in his chair, "I've been hearing that you two have become very close lately, since your unfortunate boating incident. Do you want to talk about that?"
Lance looked at his hands, but JC spoke up. "I'm not sure that there is anything to discuss. I don't mean any disrespect Johnny, but I think that's a private matter between Lance and me."
Their manager drummed his fingers on the table for a few moments before answering. "If you lived normal lives, maybe so. But you don't. You live in a fishbowl. Your every word, every gesture, every move is photographed, examined and reported in the media, on the web. I don't have to explain 'N Sync's fan demographics to you. We cannot afford to have you two -- or god forbid, Justin -- become unattainable in these girls' fantasies. I think of you guys as my friends, you know that. I'm doing this for your own good."
Johnny paused for a moment, as if considering. Then he continued. "I'm going to be blunt with you: Lance, it's already an open secret on the internet that you're gay, but since you're not linked to any particular guy it hasn't been publicized in the legitimate media. I intend to keep it that way. I didn't know whether you were or not, and honestly as far as you kept your nose clean, I didn't think it was any of my business either."
The 'keep your nose clean' comment sent Lance's mind off on a tangent while Johnny rambled on. 'I wonder where that phrase comes from, anyway? Surely it couldn't be a reference to what JC did the other day...' he felt his face burning and tried to concentrate on what Johnny was saying. But he didn't like what he was hearing.
Johnny was still talking. "I'm not asking you to not see each other 'romantically' -- or whatever you want to call it -- but it has to be kept ABSOLUTELY secret. In a way this has worked out great for you two, since it can stay in the family, and now there's no problem with you getting in a public, committed relationship with someone. Do the other guys in the group know about this?"
"Yes." Lance said, looking up. His stare was as cold as stone.
"And I suppose this web designer who's now Justin's 'friend' knows also."
"Yes."
"Do you think that relationship is stable? I don't want Justin in some kind of funk over a fling. You two are both mature beyond your years; I'm not so worried about you handling a serious relationship."
Before Lance could say anything (he was reeling from Johnny's unexpected compliment), JC spoke up. What he said surprised the bass singer. "I think they genuinely care for each other, so it has potential. Who knows, though? Justin is still so young. Terry might be a good influence on him though."
Johnny nodded.
Then knowledge of this can't go any further. I want no touching in public between you unless everybody is doing it on a group hug or something. I want you to make a point of not hanging around together in public. Lance, spend more time with Joey -- everybody knows he's straight. And try to flirt a little with the older girls at the afterparties and the meet-n-greets. We'll see how things go from there. I'm telling you this for your own good, you know that."
JC nodded reluctantly. Lance just looked away. He was so angry his chest hurt. How dare they tell JC and him how to live their lives!
That night, after they had all eaten together, Lance and JC went to Lance's hotel room.
"Finally, alone together!" JC bolted the door and smiled at his lover.
Lance slipped his hands around JC's slender waist and hugged him, resting his head on his shoulder. "I can't believe the way Johnny is treating us, telling us how to behave." He said, anger still in his voice.
"I know babe, but it is for our own good as much as it serves his ends. And we've been told how to behave before; this is just more of the same.
Lance furrowed his delicate brows. "I guess you're right; I don't know why it pisses me off so much."
"This is all still new to both of us, Lance. We're not the first gay couple to have to hide our relationship, either. We live in an intolerant world." He hugged Lance tighter.
"Hmm!" Lance made a low satisfied sound deep in his throat. "When you do that you make me believe that everything will be all right." He said softly.
"It will, James." JC kissed Lance on the ear. "I swear it will."
"Make love to me." In Lance's deep voice it came out half request, half command.
"Don't have to ask me twice." JC wasted no time peeling Lance's sweater off, then he went to work on the blond's tender nipples while undoing his pants, and at the same time pushing him backwards towards the bed. Lance lost his balance and they fell over onto the bed, laughing, in a tangle. Lance tried to get up but JC gently pushed him back, then took off his shoes, socks, and pants. Then he quickly stripped out of his own clothes, and climbed between Lance's legs. He didn't touch his lover's cock at first, instead licking his heavy balls and inner thighs. Then he tongued the shaft, and finally, when Lance was reduced to incoherent guttural moans did he take the head in his mouth and deep throat as much of that thick nine inches as he could. He pulled on his balls as he sucked, bringing Lance close to orgasm, then pulled back. The blond let out a plaintive whimper as JC jumped up and rummaged through his luggage. "I'm looking for the KY, kiddo, settle down!" He smiled.
JC found it soon enough, and in a moment his lubricated finger was sliding into Lance's tight ass, making the blond's cock surge upward to even greater hardness. "That's my Lance!" He worked two fingers in and sucked on the younger boy's swollen cockhead, while pumping his own dick.
Lance grabbed his head in both hands and pushed down on his meat, grunting in satisfaction.
After a few more sucks JC let the cockhead slip from his mouth and he scooted forward, raising Lance's muscled legs. Lance braced himself as he felt the head of JC's penis at his sphincter. It went in fairly easily this time, with almost no pain. Joshua looked down at Lance tentatively, as if to ask if it was okay to go further. Lance smiled and nodded, his hands caressing his lean lover's tight ass.
JC pushed, and both boys groaned in pleasure as his cock slid into Lance's ass all the way in one long, slow motion. JC hit bottom and his lips met the blond's in a deep French kiss. They remained like that for several minutes, JC's cock barely moving deep inside Lance while they kissed and caressed, fondling each other's nipples and stomachs. JC wriggled so his stomach rubbed against Lance's surging penis.
JC raised his head to look into Lance's eyes in the dim light. Lance smiled up at him, that beautiful angelic smile that JC knew he couldn't live without.
"I love you." They both said it at once, then laughed quietly. JC stroked Lance's cheek with his fingertips while they gazed lovingly into each others' eyes. Then he rested his head on Lance's shoulder.
"I guess that's what Justin's mom means by us being 'in sync'." Lance said, caressing JC's hair.
"I doubt that this is what she had in mind -- or ever would have imagined!" JC said with a laugh.
"True...oooooh" Lance moaned as Josh slid his cock part-way out then all the way in again. In playful retaliation, he tightened his ass around the hard tool, eliciting a groan of appreciation from JC.
"Ready?" The taller boy asked a few moments later.
"Yes!"
JC pushed Lance's legs back further towards his shoulders and began a slow, long piston of his lover's ass, using as much of his cock as possible. A few times he slipped out, but Lance quickly guided him back in. With his free hand, Lance stroked his own penis. In this way they made love for a very long time, pausing sometimes to kiss and rest. Finally, Lance said he couldn't hold out much longer, and JC accelerated his own fucking, until he, too, was close. This brought Lance to his own point of no return and his ass tightened as he pumped himself furiously. Cum erupted from his cock and spurted all over his chest and stomach, while JC finished with short jabs into Lance's constricted hole and sent himself over the brink. He filled Lance's ass with his thick cum and then sank down onto his lover, lowering the blond's legs and sliding his softening cock out.
"Hmmm, that was great, as usual." Lance whispered in Josh's ear.
"You were wonderful... you are wonderful." JC answered.
After they recovered themselves, the boys climbed into the shower together, both feeling incongruously self-conscious with their nakedness in the bright bathroom light. Once under the warm spray, however, they embraced and spontaneously kissed. Their passions sated for the time being, they kissed to express their tender love, their deep feeling for each other. Eventually they managed to separate long enough to soap each other. JC in particular enjoyed shampooing Lance's thick hair and massaging his scalp -- almost as much as Lance enjoyed it.
"Mmmm, Josh, I never had a scalp massage! It's great! Almost better than... sex."
"Good thing you said 'almost', Scoop."
Lance did his impression of the girl in the shampoo commercial where she moans and groans as if she is having sex. "Ohhh, ahhhh! Ohhh yesss!" He crowed.
"Very, funny!" JC smirked, playfully smacking Lance on the ass and shoving him under the shower spray.
They got out and dried themselves; by now both had hardons again, but it was past three in the morning; they knew they needed to get to sleep. Lance pulled on a clean pair of boxer-briefs and they climbed into bed.
They kissed tenderly a few minutes, then Lance said, "Let me hold you tonight."
JC smiled. "I'd like that." He turned and playfully wriggled his naked ass against Lance's crotch as the blond hugged him.
"I wanted to ask you something..." Lance whispered, his breath warm on JC's neck. He ran his fingers through the fine hairs on JC's chest.
"Anything, James."
"I don't want you to feel pressured, and I understand completely if you don't want to because I'm so, uh, you know, big..."
"You want to fuck me?" JC cut to the chase.
"Well, only if you really want to try it. I mean, I like you doing me just great, I'd be happy if that's all --"
"Lance," JC cut him off, "You are just too sweet for words. But you don't need to worry. I want you to make love to me. I want to take you inside me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little worried cause you are such a big stud..." He thrust back a little "...but I want to try. I'm sure with some work I can take it. I want you to know the pleasure I feel when I'm inside you, babe."
Lance kissed him on the neck and hugged him tight. "You are the best, you know that."
"I try. For you, I want to be." Joshua whispered almost inaudibly, his throat constricting with emotion.
JC was treading water. It was night and he was in the ocean; the water was rough, causing him to bob up and down in the stormy foam. His head frequently dipped below the surface despite his best efforts, and he was getting so tired. What was he doing here? He had fallen off the boat with Lance... was everything that had happened between them just a dream -- a vision over a few moments of time? No! They were lovers, Lance loved him. He looked at his wrist: there was no white-gold bracelet. 'Oh, God, please...'
But where was Lance? JC felt a surge of adrenaline and he desperately thrashed about in the foamy sea searching for his Lance.
There! not far away, the blond was himself treading, and the water seemed calmer. He felt intense relief to know that his beloved Lance was all right. JC called out and swam as hard as he could, but he got no closer, and Lance seemed unable to hear him. Then JC saw something which made him suddenly fear for Lance all over again: fins. Several sharks were circling and closing in.
There would be no miraculous rescue this time. JC fought and screamed with all his might, but Lance seemed oblivious not only to him but to the threat. Then JC's vision blurred and the world changed.
They were in a nightclub: a huge logo on the walls said "Liquid Assets." Lights flashed blindingly, and the floor itself seemed to be covered with shimmering water. Lance was on a go-go platform near the DJ booth, dancing the way he usually did at clubs: without moving his feet. JC was on the dance floor, people pressing close to him all around so he couldn't move towards Lance. The sharks in the water rose up and somehow transformed into young women in tight, very short dresses. First one, then another, climbed to the platform with Lance and began to dance very erotically with him. They caressed him, rubbed themselves against him, shamelessly trying to arouse him. While he did nothing to resist or fend them off, nor did he pay them the least amount of attention. His bodyguard, a huge black man they called House, stood in the shadows just a few feet away with an approving smile on his face. As JC watched, jealous, helpless, and fascinated, Lance held his arms aloft and danced, seemingly oblivious to the women grinding their hips and breasts against his body. When one tried to kiss him he would turn his head away and sip his drink, almost as if it were some sort of game.
Joshua wanted desperately to stop this perverse exercise, but he was unable to move or speak. Finally, Lance gestured to House and stepped off the platform, leaving the young women standing in surprise. House escorted Lance away from the dance floor. Then a dark-haired man stepped out of the crowd and stopped Lance. He couldn't see the man's face, but Lance smiled at him and they talked for a moment. The man leaned in and it looked like he and Lance kissed! Then the hugged and Lance continued on his way. The man turned -- it was Terry.
Josh tried to call out, to do anything, but he was forced to dance in this mob...
JC woke up with a start. Lance was in his arms, sleeping peacefully. Somehow in the night they had reverted back to what had become their usual position. Josh took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was just a dream. He felt the heavy bracelet around his wrist, Lance's gift of love. They belonged to each other, forever. Nothing could break their bond. He pulled the sleeping youth against him possessively. 'Please God, never let anything or anyone come between us. I love him so much, I'd die without my Lance.' Tears stung his eyes.
Then he began to think about what he could give Lance as a token of his feelings in return...
The next few days were filled with recording sessions for the group. Justin and Terry didn't get to see much of each other except at night. Terry had a lot to do on the web site, plus he was assigned to create computerized 'profiles' for the guys in the group as part of an introduction that would play on the big screen at the beginning of the tour shows.
Lance and JC reluctantly adapted to concealing their affections except when they were alone -- or at least just with the other guys.
On the second day Alex brought them advance tapes of a few tracks off the new Backstreet Boys' album, including 'I Want it That Way,' 'Larger Than Life,' and 'I'll Be the One.' It was this last song that they would be appearing with the Backstreet Boys on.
They listened to the tape together one afternoon in the studio. There was a long silence after 'I'll Be the One' faded out.
"Damn!" Muttered Chris. "That rocked."
"It was pretty good." JC agreed. "I can see why they are releasing 'That Way' first as a video. But they are all good. We have our work cut out for us."
"I'll say you do!"
They all spun around. Standing in the doorway was Nick Carter, wearing his characteristic crooked smile, his blond hair falling into his eyes. Lance and JC had been holding hands; when they saw Nick they reflexively jerked apart. Nick didn't seem to notice.
Nick was not a bad guy deep down; all the 'N Sync guys liked him okay -- most of the time. But he was immature, even compared to Justin, who was a year younger. And he could cop an attitude.
"Hey Nick!" Chris was the first to jump up and shake his hand. "You got some slammin' stuff there."
"Yeah we're pretty happy with it. You guys seen the script for 'One'? It's wild."
"Not yet." Joey answered him.
"I'll let it be a surprise then; you should get them today. We're in studio 5A putting some finishing touches on a couple of songs if you wanna stop by. The vid shoot starts Monday I think." He started to duck back out, but turned and looked pointedly at Lance and JC. "Now you boys behave, okay? I got my eye on you!" And he winked lasciviously at Lance.
As the door closed, Justin turned in his chair. "What was dat about?"
"He obviously knows about JC and me." Lance answered, putting his arm possessively around his lover. JC scowled. He didn't like the way Nick looked at Lance.
The filming of "I Drive Myself Crazy" went uneventfully, and at Alex's insistence Lance and JC had very little interaction on-camera. Each guy made up his own vignette, each being some sort of misbehavior which made their girlfriend walk out on them. Lance's involved him ignoring his girl while he plucked at flower petals. Alex was not happy but the director loved it -- almost as much as he loved filming JC writhing in restraints on the hospital dolly.
During a break to reset the lighting, Lance snuck over to JC while he was still in the straight jacket on the dolly. "Do you think we could get some of these for our bedroom?" He whispered into JC's ear while he fingered the restraints.
Josh's eyes went wide. "Ohhhh! Kinky! My Lance is a kinky boy!" He squirmed around erotically. "I'll remember that comment, Scoop!" He winked. "But I wanted to ask you what you're supposed to be thinking while you pluck out flower petals?"
Lance leaned down close again. "'JC loves me, JC loves me not, JC Loves me...'" He smiled.
But Joshua didn't smile. "Of course I love you!" He tried to reach out to Lance and was of course unable to move because of his restraints. "Dammit I want to hug you." He muttered, looking hurt.
Lance looked around then quickly kissed JC. "I know you do. I didn't mean it like that! Now you lie still and Nurse Lance is going to get your SHOT."
JC started madly trying to get free. "No! You know how I hate shots!" He wailed, pretending to panic.
"They should get that performance on film!" Lance smiled and walked away.
The day came for 'N Sync to have their cameo in the Backstreet Boy's video for "I'll Be the One." The video was a sprawling epic which would be over fifteen minutes long in it's full form. Naturally there would be a three-plus minute edited version as well. The concept went something like this: in a fantastic setting something between King Arthur and J.R.R. Tolkien, Kevin was a regal medieval king and the other Backstreet Boys are knights or wizards in his council. Nick and Brian, because of their features and fair hair, would be transformed with makeup and pointed ears into an Elven warrior and Elven magician, respectively. (Nick in particular was excited about being an Elf; Brian about all the special-effects magic he would be wielding.) AJ is a warrior with gleaming armor and two swords while Howie wears flowing robes and has martial arts skills. At the beginning of the story, evil creatures under the control of a monster known of the Goblin-king are seen looting villages across the countryside. A beautiful princess-ambassador is on her way to Kevin's kingdom to ask for help, but is captured by evil creatures and taken to the tower of the Goblin-king. Kevin learns of her distress, and he sends out messages to his allies ('N Sync) for aid. Kevin gathers his own men (the other Backstreet Boys) and they meet in a grand council chamber, each proclaiming that he will "Be the One" to rescue her. Kevin raises his sword and it glows with a magical light. The princess is shown trapped in a tower in a forbidding castle.
During the chorus the five Boys, all in beautiful medieval costumes, ride in slow motion across a grassy field, ahead of a great army. They are met by the hordes of fanged, semi-human creatures outside the dark castle, and the battle begins. Kevin has a huge glittering sword, Nick a bow, AJ his curved swords and Howie a staff. Brian shoots fireballs from his hands, blasting the creatures to cinders. As the battle continues, however, the Boys begin to grow tired and the monsters keep coming. The Goblin king is seen gloating over the princess.
But just as the Boys -- and the song -- falter, a chorus of "Tearin up My Heart," played like a fanfare, erupts from nearby (a little humor never hurts). Over a hill rides 'N Sync. They lead another army, and above them flutters a banner with the 'N Sync flame. JC is an armored king, Lance is an Elven warrior, Justin a fair- Elven sorcerer who can cast lightning from his fingers, Joey is a Celtic-style fighter and Chris is a Samurai with his braids in a topknot. They charge into the creatures and drive them back. When the heroes reach the castle gate together they face a set of huge doors. Brian prepares to cast a spell but he is too weak from fighting: his magic fizzles out. Justin rides next to him and places a hand on his shoulder. Together they shout a spell and hold out their hands -- and in a blast of fire the doors are destroyed. They ride into the castle in triumph, destroying their foes and making their way to the princess. The goblin-king curses them and flees; 'N Sync pursues him. Meanwhile the Boys find the princess unharmed and free her from her chains. With the others standing nearby, Kevin helps her to her feet and they depart. As the song fades they ride away home.
There were castle sets, and the outdoor scenes would actually be filmed on a golf course so they could have lots of rolling grassy hills to use. Backgrounds, armies and a lot of other elements would be digitally added later.
Everyone had a fun time doing the video; Justin and Lance especially enjoyed being made-up as Elves. Justin and Brian got along very well, and Justin thought he noticed Nick looking at him strangely when he had his hand on Brian's shoulder for the big magic scene. Kevin lived up to his reputation as the Backstreet Boys' father figure, constantly checking on everyone to make sure they were on time and knew their marks. As the group's most experienced equestrian, he also helped the other guys get comfortable with their horses. Nick in particular was nervous around his white mare, and the animal sensed his unease. Kevin came over and patted the horse on the neck at the same time standing very close to Nick. "You doing okay, Nicky?" He asked softly.
"Yah, I guess. But I don't think this beast likes me." Nick answered in his slightly nasal tenor.
"It's all about how you deal with the animal, Nick." Kevin answered, his voice a monotone which Nick and the horse found soothing. Kevin took the blond's hand and guided it along the horse's neck, at the same time leaning closer behind Nick, so his chin was almost on the younger boy's shoulder. "See? Speak quietly, act in a confident manner, and the horse will pick up on it. A horse is a living creature, Nick, not a pile of scuba equipment. You have to get in tune with it."
Nick couldn't help smiling his trademark crooked smile. "Like you and I are in tune, man?"
"Yeah, like that." Kevin slipped his arm around Nick's waist with his free hand. "Now get on the horse and get ready to ride." He moved away, but not before giving the attractive blond a friendly smack on the ass.
"Hey AJ." Howie elbowed his fellow Backstreet Boy.
"Yah, homie?" AJ looked up from polishing his sword.
Howie D. cocked his chin towards where Kevin and Nick were standing.
AJ peered looked over his rectangular glasses. "I spy Nick and Kevin playing horsey. What's the 411?"
"Have you noticed the way Kevin has been even more up close and personal with Nick recently?"
"They got that memo in Siberia weeks ago, where you been?"
"D'you think they're gettin it on?" Howie sounded a little wistful... or even jealous.
"I think Nick's headed for a world of trouble if he doesn't get his blond head screwed on straight, if you know what I mean. Kevin or Brian, pick one, kiddo, before things get ugly."
"Either way, could spell trouble for the group."
"You got that right. Not much we can do, though, except ride out the storm."
'Or maybe comfort whoever comes out the loser.' Howie thought hopefully.
Coming out of a nearby trailer where he was having his makeup done, Brian Littrell was just in time to see his cousin Kevin pat Nick on the butt. His face creased into an angry frown. 'Nicky's gonna pay for that later,' He thought to himself.
It was getting late, Lance and JC were standing around waiting for one of their scenes with the Backstreet Boys. In addition to his ears being pointed, Lance wore a pale gray surcoat with silver and green embroidery, a silver diadem on his head with green stones, and grey breeches. He looked every bit the Elf-Prince. JC wore blue garments with silvery chain-mail (actually aluminum, much lighter than steel would have been) a flowing blue cloak and simple gold crown. He too, looked quite majestic holding his gleaming sword.
Lance noticed that Kevin seemed very close to Nick. "Hey, Josh." Lance nudged JC.
"Yeah, you sexy Elf?"
Lance paused a moment, as he felt himself blushing yet again. Would he ever get over being thrilled whenever JC complimented him like that? He hoped not. "Have you noticed how Kevin and Nick have been acting a little different than the last time we hung out with them?"
"Like how?" JC craned his neck to see them on the set.
"Like, see how Kevin has his arm around Nick? And Nick is kind of leaning on him. He seems to always be touching Nick."
"That's no different than you and I always were..." JC trailed off.
"Exactly." Lance smiled.
"You don't think that Nick and Kevin... I mean Nick I can see, but Kevin always struck me as straight. And I thought Brian and Nick were the big buddies. Don't they call each other Frick and Frack?"
"Me, too, but look at them. It's kind of cute." Lance couldn't help smiling.
"What are the Elf and the King whispering about?" Joey poked his head between them. Lance still hadn't gotten used to Joe's fluorescent red hair. He'd had it done right after they arrived in LA. Joey was dressed like a Celtic warrior, with face-paint and kilt, looking quite fierce.
"Well I don't like to gossip, but..." Lance nodded towards Kevin and Nick.
"Hmm, you're thinking that those two are bed-buddies? And I had it figured as Brian and Nick, and Brian's girlfriend was just a beard."
"'Beard'?" Lance turned to him with a quizzical look.
"You're from the sticks of Mississippi, I forget!" Joey laughed. "When a gay man needs to appear straight to the public, he dates or even marries a woman, but it's all a sham. She is called a 'beard'. Like Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. Funny that I have to be explaining this to YOU!"
"Tom Cruise is gay?" Lance was incredulous.
"But what do you think?" JC pressed.
"I think you guys need to get to your marks before Nigel yells at you. As for those two, could be. I'd bet my Superman necklace that Nick plays at least part- time on your team."
"I've never done it with an Elf before." JC put his arm around Lance and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as they walked over to the set.
"We'll mess up our outfits." Lance frowned.
"Killjoy." JC teased.
'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Justin lay in Terry's arms. It was four in the morning and he was wide awake. He could hear Terry's almost silent breathing and knew he was asleep. The blond longed to talk to someone about his dilemma, but he didn't want to wake his friend.
He would have to tell his mother tomorrow. They would be going back to Orlando in a few days, and he couldn't just show up with Terry in tow and suddenly announce that they were living together and he wanted Terry to stay with them.
He had to tell his mother he was gay. And his father, but that could wait.
And what about JC and Lance? JC and Chris had been living in Justin's house for awhile now -- would Lance move in with them or would JC move into Lance's house? Lance's parents had also been talking about moving to Orlando. Neither Lance nor JC had said anything to their parents yet. 'Maybe we should just have a big outing party,' he thought ruefully.
Terry stirred against him and he felt the older guy's strong chest against his back. 'Why am I afraid to go all the way with him? Am I afraid I won't like it? Am I afraid I WILL like it?' He asked himself.
Or was it that he really wanted his first time to be with... JC. He loved JC, and that wasn't going to change soon. His first vague, gay sexual fantasies were of kissing JC. But JC was with Lance and they seemed very happy together. He had to accept the fact that he and JC were not going to be more than friends. And here he was with someone who was kind and patient and handsome and who seemed to really care about him. What more could he want?
Justin unconsciously squeezed Terry's hand which was pressed against his chest. At the same time he felt his dick hardening. He tried to imagine what it would be like, Terry holding him just like this, but his hard penis sliding into Justin's ass, screwing him like a woman. He'd heard that it hurt at first but then it felt good. How was that possible? Terry was so much more experienced, he'd think Justin was stupid if he asked all these ignorant questions
"You okay, baby?" The dark-haired guy murmured sleepily.
"I guess."
"Sounds like a 'no'." Terry sighed and pulled him closer. "Talk to me."
"It's nothing. It's stupid." Justin mumbled.
"Please tell me." Terry's normally confident sounding bass voice took on a tone of pleading, and he tenderly caressed Justin's chest.
"I... I want to make love, but... I'm scared 'cause I don't know what to do."
"Is that all?" Terry sighed. "Don't worry, it's not rocket science. It's not like we'll have an audience, its just you and me. And I promise not to laugh, well, not to laugh AT you; sometimes sex can be pretty funny; you have to have a sense of humor about it. And besides, from what I've seen so far, you're a natural." He nuzzled into Justin and began to playfully kiss his neck.
"I guess I'm also scared about telling my mother about being gay." Justin was getting distracted by Terry's sensuous kisses -- and the feeling of the other guy's hard dick pressing against his ass.
"Well that's certainly understandable. It's terrifying to come out. But from what you've told me about her, she'll be alright. I'm worried about what she'll think of me. Her baby is dating some old guy."
"You are NOT old!" Justin said angrily, twisting around to face Terry. "You're only 27, and you look more like JC's age."
"That's sweet of you to say."
"'S true." He scooted forward to give Terry a kiss, but the designer pulled Justin against him. He held the back of Justin's' head and kissed him lustily, his tongue slithering between the boy's parted lips. Both their cocks were hard now and pushing against the fabric of their boxers. Justin grabbed Terry's ass and dragged his hips closer so their crotches were together. Then he realized that his snake had gotten out: his dick was poking out of the flap and rubbing against... Terry's uncovered dick.
Justin almost came. He didn't, but a load of precum flowed from his dick. He continued to pull and rolled so that Terry was on top of him.
Just then Terry released Justin's lips from his lock. "Uh... maybe we... should..." he panted.
"No." Justin said defiantly, even as he slid his hand under the waistband of Terry's boxers. For the first time his fingers touched the bare skin of black-belt athlete's hard ass. He shuddered with excitement as he cupped Terry's rounded ass cheeks, then kneaded the muscles.
Terry laid across the blond and groaned, unwilling to argue if Justin wanted to go further. He rocked his hips so their cocks rubbed together.
Justin slid the boxers down, but he realized that of course they were caught on Terry's hardon. He reached around just as the designer realized what he was up to and raised himself up on his hips. Justin's hand went right around Terry's thick seven inches. He gasped in surprise, but didn't take his hand away. "Oops." He whispered. He had never felt another man's penis before. It was an electrifying sensation, so tender but hard. It gave him a tremendous sense of power -- and a kind of responsibility -- to hold it in his hand. "Wow, man, it's really... cool." He mumbled.
"Uhh, thanks." Terry gasped as Justin fondled his cock. "Can I...?"
"Yeah, only fair." He grinned in the dark. "Let's get our skivvies off."
They each removed their own boxers and tossed them on the floor. Then, lying next to each other, Justin brazenly grabbed Terry's cock again.
"Ohhh, Jus." He moaned, then gingerly reached out and wrapped his hand around the teenager's hard dick. It wasn't terribly thick, but it was at least as long as his own, curving upwards, with a big mushroom head. "Yours is really nice too." He said appreciatively, as he began to gently stoke it.
"Ohhhh, god!" Justin groaned.
Terry paused and gently squeezed the blond's pulsing rod. "Do you want me to stop?"
Suddenly Justin wrapped his arms around Terry and pulled him close; Terry released the blond's cock and returned the hug. Their hard dicks rubbed together, drooling precum. For a long time Justin didn't move.
"Baby, what is it?" Terry asked, concern in his voice.
"Shit!" Justin muttered. "I'm sorry. God you are so hot, you are so damn hot. But I can't do this, not yet. I am so sorry. Tomorrow, okay?"
"When and if you are ready." Terry kissed him on the forehead. "But we better at least put our underwear on so I'm not tempted to ravage you in the night."
Justin broke a smile at that. "'Kay."
They got settled again, Justin half lying on the designer. After several minutes of silence, Justin whispered, "Terry?"
"Hmmm?" He was half asleep.
"I love you."
Terry felt himself smile. 'Maybe all this frustration is worth it after all.' He thought. "I think I love you, too, you little tease."
Like a child, Justin snuggled himself up against Terry. 'Tomorrow, after I tell mom, then I want to go all the way with him. Man I sound like a girl, oh well. God, he feels so good, and he is so cool to put up with me.'
At that very moment Nick Carter was lowering his quivering young ass onto Kevin Richardson's very thick, very hard, nine-inch cock.
"Oooh, yeah Nicky that's my boy..." Kevin groaned as Nick's ass stretched around his throbbing cock-head. "I've been waiting for your hot ass all day"
Nick bit his lip as he forced himself down on Kevin's huge rod. "You are so big!" He whimpered. He knew what Kevin liked to hear.
"Who's your daddy, Nicky-boy?" Kevin's strong hands roughly caressed Nick's baby-soft skin.
"You are my daddy! Fuck me daddy!" Nick snarled in his high-pitched voice as he sank all the way down. He spread his hands across the wide planes of Kevin's defined pecs and paused to catch his breath. It always took a minute for his ass to get used to Kevin's horse-cock. Brian's was bad enough but Kevin had a real monster.
Kevin stared up at him, his eyes burning with lust. "Yes and you are my baby, Nick. You are my little boy, all mine." He tenderly brushed Nick's hair out of his eyes. "Now ride daddy's cock."
'God he feels great.' Nick thought as he rocked up, then settled down onto Kevin again, eliciting a groan of pleasure from his big hunky partner. 'Am I falling in love with him? God would I even know it if I was; never having been in love. All Brian ever does is fuck me and leave me like a cheap trick, but Kevin is so nice, he treats me good. I hope he doesn't find out about Brian.' He stopped thinking about that when 'daddy' wrapped his big hand around Nick's throbbing penis.
"I want to make you happy, Nicky." Kevin whispered, pumping Nick's six inches gently.
"I want to make you happy too... daddy." Nick whispered, and wiped tears from his eyes. 'It's just from the pain of his goddamn monster in my ass.' He lied to himself.
It wasn't long before Nick's movements weren't enough for Kevin. He wrapped his arms around the blond boy and rolled them both over, keeping his cock buried in the boy's love tunnel. He propped Nick's ankles on his shoulders and rammed his cock in all the way.
"Ahh!" Nick cried out, but his fingers were already digging into the big guy's back.
"Am I hurting you?" Kevin's dark brows furrowed in concern.
"No! Fuck me, Kev, daddy, harder! Show how you like my ass!"
Needing no more encouragement, Kevin started pounding Nick with all his considerable strength, slamming his big cock in all the way with every thrust. Nick's cock had softened somewhat, but Kevin took hold of it and began to roughly jack it. Soon Nick was rock hard again and gasping for air. He let out a choked cry as he came all over himself, and Kevin kept fucking his tender ass. Finally, when Nick thought he couldn't take it a moment longer, he felt Kevin speed up, then groan as he blasted his copious load into him. Still semi-hard, he lowered himself onto Nick and began to kiss him tenderly. "Oh Nicky," he whispered, "That was great. Are you okay, baby?" He looked down at Nick with a gentle gaze. "You're so hot, I want you to like it too, you know."
"Yes, yes, I'm okay." Nick sobbed, turning his head away. 'God I am such a whore.' He thought, hating himself for cheating on Kevin -- with Kevin's own cousin no less.
At ten till Eight in the morning, Lance went to Justin's room and knocked. They had arranged to meet there then pick up Nick Carter so they could all go downstairs together and catch the waiting limo to take them to the Teen People Awards photo shoot and filming. After just a moment Justin opened the door and stepped out. "Hey, bud." He smiled at Lance. They headed for the elevator.
"Hey Curly, kinda early, huh?"
"Yeah, doin' okay, though, you?"
"Not bad, did you eat?" Lance asked.
"Yeah, we had room service, You?"
"Yeah, we... uh, I did too."
"It's okay, man, really." Justin playfully bumped shoulders with Lance.
"What?"
"I understand you're trying to be nice, and not rub it in, but I'm okay with you and JC, really. It's not like I don't know you're in the same room." He smiled. "You guys are my best friends and I'm happy for you."
They were coming up to Nick's door by then. "Thanks Justin, I really appreciate that." Lance reached over and pulled him into a hug.
At first Justin felt awkward but then he realized that he missed hugging Lance, and hadn't since he'd found Lance and JC on the beach after the accident. They had almost never fought in all the years they'd known each other, and Justin had often confided in him. Lance had always been a good friend and a kind person, and he was no different now. Justin hugged him back and held on. "Well, I'm sorry I've been kind of creepy about it the last few days, but so much has happened..."
"You've been upset and I can completely understand why."
"I've taken my jealousy out on you, and you don't deserve it. You've always been my friend. I hope we're still best buds."
"Of course, Justin."
They released each other, both smiling shyly.
"Okay, guess we better get Nick." Justin knocked, but there was no answer. "Typical Nick Carter, not ready." Justin shook his head.
"Here I am, sorry guys!" Nick was just emerging from the next room.
"Where yah been, man?" Justin raised an eyebrow. Nick looked disheveled: his hair was messed up, he was perspiring and one of his shoes was untied. "Who's room is dat?"
"Uhh, Kevin's room. We were just uh, talking. He wanted to talk to me about what to say for the Teen People Interview." He breezed past them and trotted towards the elevator. "Okay! Let's go!"
Justin and Lance exchanged glances. "He's a bad liar." Lance whispered.
"Yah." Justin smirked. And it looks like he and Kevin were doin' some energetic talkin."
"You don't think..." But Lance couldn't finish his question because the elevator arrived and they had to join Nick inside. Was he right about Nick and Kevin?
Everything went smoothly enough at the Teen People photo shoot, interviews and the filming for the TV special, though Nick seemed to be especially irritating this morning with his thinly veiled comments to them about their boyfriends. And it seemed to Justin that Nick was actually flirting with Lance.
Then Lance had his interview for the magazine blurb, and Justin overheard him say something like "I always ask myself before I do something, 'Would my mother approve?'" He smiled to himself at that. It was hard to imagine conservative, Southern Baptist Diane Bass approving of Lance and JC doin' the nasty. But she loved her son more than anything. Hopefully she would come to accept that he was gay.
They were back in their regular clothes and about to leave when Alex appeared with a young woman in a tight knit dress. Justin thought she looked like one of the other Top 20 Teens.
Alex brought her up to them. "Lance, Nick and Justin, I'd like you to meet Danielle Fishel, she's on the ABC show 'Boy Meets World.' Danielle, this is Justin Timberlake and Lance Bass of 'N Sync, and Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys.
Justin and Lance politely shook hands with Danielle. Nick stared with open hostility. He nodded coldly at her; while he was in makeup he'd overheard something about Danielle being recruited as a beard, but he wasn't yet sure who was about to become the victim... maybe it was him.
"Well, I have some calls to make. Why don't you all get acquainted?" Alex pointedly looked at Lance before he scuttled away, leaving the 'N Sync boys feeling confused. Nick just stood there, though now he was smirking. He'd just figured out the target, and he was going to enjoy watching the fireworks.
Danielle smiled at Lance. "So I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other." She moved a little closer to him.
Justin arched an eyebrow. What was this all about?
"Uh, I'm, uh, afraid I don't understand." Lance stuttered.
Danielle pouted and tossed her hair. "Alex told us that you had an image problem and I was asked to help out."
"'Image problem'?" Lance's jaw dropped.
"Yeah, and I can sure see what he was talking about. But don't worry, with a little coaching from me we can make it believable -- maybe you'll learn to like it!" She smiled seductively and took Lance's hand.
Justin had never seen Lance so angry. He jerked his hand away from Danielle and stormed after Alex without a word.
"He's kind of cute when he's angry. Not so queeny." She smirked.
"You bettah back off, bitch!" Justin stabbed a finger in her face. "Don' be messin with mah peep!"
"Stay out of this with your faux ghetto talk, little boy." She brushed his hand away. "This comes from above Johnny and Lou; it's gotten back to your record company... and the Disney people. They helped make you a success, if you can remember a few months back when you were nobodies. We all worship at the altar of the Mouse in the end, you know. I am doing you a favor before your record sales take a nose dive and you're a little bleach-blond nobody again." The girl who played Topanga smiled as Justin's eyes opened wide in shock. "That's right, you're friend's gotten a little too gay for the suits. And if I were you, I would play it cool. You're not obvious like Lance, but you're walking a fine line.
"And don't you look so smug Mister Backstreet Girl." She favored the leering Nick with an evil smile which made his expression change to one of fear. "You think I don't know about you and that tall dark handsome stud? Spend some of your fans' allowance money and buy a clue."
She turned and walked away after Lance, working her tight black knit dress. 'Jeez are all the guys in these boy-bands fags?' She wondered. 'Lance is a pretty thing, but what a challenge. It'll be fun though, especially in front of his boyfriend. Boys are sooo easy to torture.'
Justin and Nick both took a moment to recover from Danielle's dissing, but then they each turned to the other with a knowing look.
"Soooo..." Justin cocked an eyebrow. "Tall dark and handsome? Now I know why you we're all red-faced and sweaty comin out of Kevin's room, buddayh!" You and Kevin Richardson been gettin' busy! How long has dat been goin' on?"
That was enough to make Nick's smirk fade again. "Man you gotta promise me you won't tell anybody! Nobody else in the group knows, especially Brian."
"So it is true!" Justin had only half believed it.
Nick only then realized he'd walked right into a confession. 'Quick Thinking' is not a term often associated with the natural blond. "Shit!" He smacked himself on the forehead. "Okay, yeah. And Brian doesn't know. Promise me you won't say. I'll do anything!" At that point he moved closer to Justin and rubbed up against the taller, lean boy. "Anything."
"Jeez man!" Justin shrank away from him. "What kind of cheap slut are you? You sleeping with Brian too, is that it? You're cheatin on the cousins?"
Nick didn't say a thing but his red face spoke volumes.
"Hey, I won't say jack, it's none of my business. But you need to get your head straight cause you are on the fast track to a busted face, and somebody's gonna get a broken heart."
"And I suppose you and that roadie you're hooked up with are all special and monogamous. Don't tell me you and JC aren't gettin some on the side."
"We're not, slut-for-brains. And if you were smart you'd quit playing games and be with one man."
"Yeah, whatever. So what's the deal with Lance?"
"I dunno, but I don't want to be in his shoes right now, having to pretend to date that ho'."
"She's a bitch on wheels all right. I'd like to claw her eyes out."
"One day man I man call in my favor on just that."
"Meow!" Nick made clawing motions with his hands as he did a convincing cat impression.
Meanwhile Lance had caught up to Alex. He grabbed the manager by the arm and spun him around. Alex Sommers had to admit he had never seen Lance like this, and for a moment he actually thought the blond was going to punch him. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" Lance snarled.
"Call you back." Alex said into his phone before answering Lance. "Trying desperately to save a career you seem bent on destroying." He snapped.
"What are you talking about?" Lance's brows furrowed. "JC and I did what you asked; we have been very cool in public."
"Don't play dumb with me, Lance, I know you better than that -- though you've been acting pretty stupid lately. It's been decided that it's time for active damage control. We need to head this off from a PR point of view. Danielle has some time off from her show and has agreed to take this on as a project. She is going to be meeting up with you guys on the tour. You two are now dating. You are going to be an 'item'."
"No we are NOT!" Lance shouted, not caring that people were staring.
Alex just looked at him for a moment and sighed. "Listen, I don't care what kind of homo stuff you and JC get into, as long as you keep it below boards! And I don't care what you think about Danielle, but we're already cranking up the machine -- tips have been sent to all the teen mags. You're dating. It's just for a few months. I expect you to at least pretend to like it."
"It's not fair to JC! I won't go along with this!" Lance seethed.
Alex opened his phone, his eyes cold as stone. "Yes, you will. Read your contract. You will follow our directions in all things related to image and PR. Now go apologize to Danielle. You can break it to your boyfriend JC later. Oh, and tell your teen-idol buddy Justin to cool his jets with Terry. You and he both behave or his favorite multimedia designer is going to be looking for a job."
"You're blackmailing me! If I don't date this girl you'll fire Terry and ruin Justin's relationship!?" Lance couldn't believe how low this guy could go.
Alex shrugged. "Call it whatever you want." Then he hit a speed dial button and turned away, dismissing the speechless Lance Bass. 'God I loved doing that.' Alex admitted to himself with a little smile. 'Damn faggot prima-donna pretty boys need to be put in their place every once in awhile.'
To be continued...
End of Part ELEVEN!
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