'N SYNC Lance 'n' JC Part 2
Note: 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.
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Lance woke shivering.
'Why am I outside on a beach?' His sleep-fogged mind asked. It only took a moment before memories came crashing back to him -- and another moment to realize that he was alone. JC was gone!
Lance sat up and looked around frantically. It was still dark, the sky was clear. A crescent moon and the stars provided very faint light. Their clothes were folded next to him.
"JC!" He called hoarsely. His throat was raw. "JC!" He croaked a little louder. God where was JC? Had something happened to him? Why had he left in the night!? Lance felt himself trembling. He was near the breaking point.
"Hey! Save that gorgeous voice, man!" JC stepped out of the shadows of some palms just a few yards away.
A tremendous sense of relief washed over Lance at seeing him. Then he noticed how tall and sinewy -- and sexy -- JC looked, still in just his briefs. "Man where did you go? You scared me!"
"Not far, just to look for some fresh water." He plopped down next to Lance. "I'm sorry babe, I was thirsty and didn't want to wake you. These life vests have little bottles and purifier tablets with them. I found some pools of rainwater just over there, so I'll have a drink for us in a few minutes. There's some energy bars in here too, kinda old though."
Lance flopped down again and smiled. "I'm sorry, I just panicked I guess. This whole experience has left me a little overwhelmed."
"Which one?" Asked JC, as he shook two plastic bottles full of water. "Almost drowning, or finding out that... that I love you?" He paused and smiled crookedly.
"Well, you left out 'facing the fact that I'm gay.' Right now the only thing that is holding me together at all is realizing that..." he paused, his throat constricting with emotion.
JC put down the bottles, leaned down and very gently stroked Lance's cheek. He looked into the younger boy's clear green eyes. "That I love you?"
Lance could only nod.
JC caressed Lance's jaw line with his thumb. "Never, ever forget, that you are more special to me than anything, and somehow I know that, no matter what, I will always love you."
Lance closed his eyes. "I don't deserve you!" he said in an agonized voice.
"Don't give me that crap, Lance! I only pray that I'm good enough for you. You put yourself down too much." He slid his hand under Lance's slender neck and gently kneaded the muscles. "Here, babe, have a drink, you must be parched." He grabbed one of the bottles and supported Lance's head as he swallowed some water. "Not too much right away, or you'll just puke it up again."
"Yes, doctor." Lance smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Hey, does that mean we can play doctor later?" JC teased, running his fingers over Lance's chest through the tank-top. Lance trembled with pleasure at the touch. 'I never thought I would feel emotions like this for anyone.' He thought. He put his hand over JC's and squeezed it. "This feels so right, but can we really do this? Were we made this way? Did God make us gay?"
JC sighed. "I can't tell you how many hours I spent wondering and praying and begging for some guidance." He smiled to himself. "And the only sign I ever got was your smile every day, your touch, your smell..."
"My smell?" Lance wrinkled his nose.
"Yes, Poofu, your smell. I think it's that deodorant you wear. To me it's your 'smell,' and it's sooo sexy."
"Don't call me 'Poofu'." Lance said, trying to sound stern.
"You're cute when you're annoyed."
Lance smiled self-consciously, then sighed. "I'm serious, I mean about being gay. I... I do love you, 'that' way, I guess I have for a long time. But what about our families -- god, what will my mother think? Won't they think we're... we're deviant or something? What will the guys say?"
"Think about this: we would have drowned out there last night if that dolphin hadn't towed us to shore; it seems like a miracle that it appeared just then and saved us. God could have let us die and we would never have known these feelings for each other."
Lance frowned. "Granted getting rescued by a dolphin seems like something out of a Disney movie, but I've never really been able to accept the idea that God individually decides whether people live or die, like in plane crashes."
"Well, neither have I," sighed JC. "But I just thought this seemed like a good argument against the hateful people who say "God kills fags."
Lance put his face in his hands. "Fags! That's us... I just don't know if I can deal with this!"
JC gently pulled his hands down and looked into Lance's tear- filled eyes. "WE will deal with it together! We will get through it! And God does NOT hate us!"
"Before, I was so afraid, and I just kept going out with girls, thinking I would get over being so shy, that I would learn to like kissing them. The last couple of years, though, I realized that I was different. Then I joined the group and met you --" he smiled at the memory. "But then the rumors started, saying I was gay... 'Oh Lance, he's the gay one, he looks like a girl, he dances like a queer...' I kept asking myself why -- are they right?"
JC pulled Lance to him, holding the boy's head against his shoulder and caressing his back. "I know, man, I know exactly what you mean. And you fight it, you start to question everything you say, every body movement."
Lance pulled back, but only so he could look at JC. "Yes. I would think to myself, 'Oh, no I can't be gay! Gay is wrong! It's perverted! I'm a good boy, my parents brought me up right.' Meanwhile, every time you put your arm around me, every time you smiled at me, I felt... something I never felt before with anyone. I didn't want you to stop holding me. But I was terrified of that feeling too." Lance paused for a moment and wiped his eyes.
JC was silent, but gently caressed Lance's shoulders and neck.
"And so many times," Lance continued, "Like when we sing 'Crazy for You,' and you would bump me as we passed on stage and make a point of singing 'I'm crazy for you' right in my face. Somewhere inside I think I knew what you were doing, at least I know it made me feel good every time you did that."
"I felt foolish afterwards when I did that, but I couldn't stop. You would flash that handsome smile at me and I would think... does he know how I feel?" JC shook his head. "You know, you can even see that on the video. And where we were dancing together during the Christmas song, before the director yelled at us."
"You'd think they would have cut that out."
"Maybe someone in editing was trying to 'out' us." JC said with a laugh. "Now, lie down... no closer to me, silly. Use this life vest for a pillow and I'll drape some clothes over us for blankets." JC got them all arranged, his arm under Lance's head and leg draped over him. Their clothes didn't make for great cover but were better than nothing.
"Hmm, this feels nice." Lance sighed, snuggling up close to JC. "The stars seem so bright out here."
The taller youth rolled up on his side and kissed Lance on the ear, forehead, then the tip of his nose, then on the lips.
"That... feels... nicer." Lance whispered between playful kisses. He parted his lips as JC kissed him again and their tongues played hide-and seek. Lance pulled JC on top of him and sucked J.C.Õs lower lip gently into his mouth, then playfully licked his cheek, his earlobe, his jaw, all the while writhing against his tall lean lover.
"You're a really good at this -- for supposedly not having much practice." JC whispered after several minutes of making out.
"I guess I make up for it in enthusiasm -- I finally have someone I want to make out with."
Their kissing grew more passionate, and JC slid one hand up underneath Lance's shirt to caress his baby-smooth, flat stomach. "Mmmm, you are so sexy." He whispered
Lance inhaled deeply, trembling with pleasure. "Oh that feels so good! I feel like my heart is gonna burst!"
"Don't die on me baby, the fun is just beginning." JC pulled Lance's shirt up and gingerly licked one of his nipples.
"Ohh!" Lance threw his head back and groaned. His chest rose and fell as he gasped for breath.
JC massaged the blonde's smooth, ridged stomach, brushing the waistband of his shorts with his fingertips. He could see the outline of Lance's hard cock straining at the briefs. He pulled Lance against him and they kissed and feverishly caressed each other. Neither had the nerve to touch the other's cock yet, though they ground their hips together. JC did manage to get Lance's shirt off and tossed it aside
They rolled in he sand, scattering their makeshift bed. Finally JC ended up on top again, straddling Lance and pinning his arms over his head. He provocatively thrust his crotch against Lance's and smiled down at him. "How are you doing?" He gasped, out of breath.
Lance, with uncharacteristic boldness, rocked his hips up slightly against JC. "Mmm... giddeup!" He growled.
"Woah, baby! My shy boy has a naughty streak!" JC leaned down and sucked Lance's right nipple into his mouth, teasing the tender flesh with his tongue as he rolled part-way off Lance. He hooked his fingers inside Lance's shorts and started ease them down. He looked up at Lance's face as if asking 'is this okay?'
Lance smiled shyly, but raised his hips as JC slid them off his ass, and his cock popped free from the waistband and smacked up against his flat belly. The tip was well above his belly-button.
"Oh my god you're huge!" JC gasped without thinking.
"I'm sorry, it is kind of embarrassing." Lance said meekly.
"Why are you apologizing!?! You're awesome."
Lance smiled sheepishly and said, "So its okay? I've overheard Chris and Justin making fun of me."
"That's because they are jealous, you naive country boy." JC gingerly grasped Lance's massive cock -- his fingers and thumb didn't meet at the base -- and smiled at him. The shaft was straight, slightly thicker at the base. Lance was circumcised, with a big mushroom head. It had to be at least eight inches long.
"It's beautiful man -- mostly because it's part of you."
"Let me see yours!" Lance sat up and tugged at JC's briefs. He managed to free his hard cock, which stood up at an angle from his flat stomach. JC felt inadequate next to Lance, even though his own cut cock was over six inches long and of decent girth.
"It's really... nice." Lance breathed. He reached out and tenderly wrapped his hand around it.
"Oh man that feels nice." JC gasped. He knew then that he had to have Lance. He pushed the other boy onto his back, took hold of his huge manhood by the base and took as much as he could into his mouth with an almost desperate energy.
"JC, man, you don't have to..." Lance rumbled in his low voice. Then he felt those hot lips around his cock and shut up. Lance really was a virgin: he had never experienced anything other than his own hand; everything he knew about sex was what he read or heard, until now. Nothing prepared him for what he was feeling. But it was so much more than just physical enjoyment. It wouldn't be the same with anyone but this guy, this tall, kinda gawky but so sexy guy, his friend Joshua Chasez.
Meanwhile, JC was learning by doing. He didn't know the first thing about giving a blowjob, only what he thought would feel good if he got one. Lance's cock was so gorgeous, so perfect, so huge! JC tongued the head while he pumped the steely shaft, reveling in the softness of Lance's tender skin. He wanted his lover to enjoy this, to remember their first time together as a pleasurable one. The huge dick was oozing sweet pre-cum, the head getting bigger and bigger.
The blond squirmed and whimpered, fitfully caressing JC's shoulders and head, offering inarticulate encouragement. It wasn't long before he could feel himself getting close...
"I'm gonna...." Lance choked out. Unable to restrain his passion, he started bucking his hips up, fucking JC's mouth.
JC sucked furiously, pumping the shaft with one hand, trying to take as much as he could without gagging.
Lance suddenly let out a yell, started convulsing, and grabbed JC's head between his hands, and a moment later JC got a spew of sugary cum in his mouth, which he swallowed like a hungry baby. He sucked and tongued Lance's cock even as it softened.
Lance gradually settled down, stroking his hair and moaning softly. "JC, JC... that was unbelievable."
"Thanks, babe." He hunkered up on his elbows. "Not too bad for my first time?"
"You didn't have to, you know, swallow it." Lance's mouth twisted in a grimace. "Doesn't it taste bad?" He felt kind of embarrassed now.
JC smacked his lips as if testing the flavor. "No, you even taste pretty good." He crawled up next to Lance and wrapped an arm around him.
Lance sighed and closed his eyes. 'Please make this not be a dream.' He prayed.
Lance knew what he should do -- he even wanted to do it. He fought down the unreasonable shame and guilt and --before he could talk himself out of it -- rolled on top of JC and grabbed his cock- shaft.
"Man you don't have to do that if you're not ready -- "
But Lance was not to be outdone, and he wanted JC to feel the same pleasure he had experienced. 'God, this is it.' He thought. 'I guess I really am gay because I really want to do it!' He carefully took the head between his lips and ran his tongue all over it. It wasn't unpleasant, and because it was JC, there was something very, very exciting about it...
"Ohhhh, Lance that's, oh man..." He couldn't believe this was happening -- Lance was sucking him! JC hadn't jacked off in days, and being sucked by the man of his dreams was more than he could take.
The blond methodically worked over JC's hard rod, stroking and licking, learning as he went. He had to come up for air a couple times, and JC told him he could stop, but Lance was determined. He got into a rhythm, and before too long JC was gasping for air.
"Lance, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" JC stroked Lance's hair, fighting the urge to push his head down on his dick.
Lance started stroking his friend faster, and kept his mouth over JC's cock head. A few seconds later he felt JC's cum spurting out, gobs of salty-sweet goo splattering the inside of his mouth. It tasted kind of strange, not unpleasant. The feel of JC's tender cock in his mouth was special somehow; he felt so intimate with him now. He crawled up next to his lover, who smiled and offered him a drink of water.
Their passions satisfied for the moment, they huddled together under the stars.
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