`N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC
CHAPTER SEVEN
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. If you are under 18, or are offended by graphic depictions of homosexual relationships, please go back now.
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Story content copyright 1999 T. Kevin.
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--- HEY! I WON SOME AWARDS!
Thanks to everyone who voted (not just for me, but for everyone; it's very encouraging to us authors to have so many people interested enough to vote and let us know that you like our work! Okay, so now I'll brag a little and tell what `N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC won!
Honorable Mention: Best use of Lance Bass (yay!) 1st Place: Best Plot -- Single Only 2nd Place: Best Couple -- Single Only 2nd Place: Up and Coming Authors -- Single Only 1st Place: Best Single Storyline 1st Place: Best Author of a Single Story (wow!)
Congrats to all the award winners! Thanks also to the Vascardis for all their work handling the voting! And thanks to my inspiration (though I sort of hope they never stumble on these stories!): Lance, JC, Justin, Joey and Chris!
Finally, Happy birthday to Joshua Scott Chasez! JC turns the big 23 on August 8th.
Kevin ----
Justin and Joey horsed around in the pool together while JC and Lance laid on their chairs in uncomfortable silence.
When Justin got out to dry himself, JC said, "You were right about the daiquiri, Curly, it really hits the spot."
"Glad you approve." Justin snapped coldly.
"Ohh-kay!" Chris levered himself up on his elbows, looking like some sort of alien insect with his huge dark goggles and fountain of glittering braids. "I may not be the sharpest tack on the board, but SOMETHING is going on here and I think it's about time SOMEBODY dialed me in!"
No one answered right away, but all four others looked around to make sure there were no other guests or staff nearby.
JC sighed finally and figured he'd just blurt it out. "Chris, I'm gay."
Chris sat bolt upright, his head twisting around so he was facing JC. His mouth fell open but he didn't say anything.
Lance fiddled with his sunglasses. "I'm uh, gay too."
"No surprise there!" Chris snorted, flopping back on his chair.
"Hey thanks a lot!" Lance pouted.
"And we're kinda... together." JC added. He reached out for Lance's hand.
"Oh, can this get any better? I feel like I'm in a bad sitcom or something. 'Together' like, what? Are you guys dating? Engaged? What's your china pattern? Your kids will be gorgeous... oh wait it doesn't work that way, darn!"
Fortunately they all knew Chris well enough that no one took offense at any of his comments; it was just Chris being Chris. It was how he dealt with things.
"I guess we're dating..." JC said uncertainly, looking over at Lance. "It's been kinda sudden."
"I'll say! How many briefings did I miss here? Is there anything else?"
"Yoo-hoo!" Justin waved his hands in the air. "I'm gay too!"
"WHAT!? Don't be messin' with us Justin Timberlake, it ain't funny."
Justin put his hands down. "I'm dead serious. I'm gay too. I've kinda known for awhileÉ" Lord help me! Is it contagious? What about you, Joey? Are you and Justin married?"
"No, I'm still straight, Chris, and not likely to change, same as you. Just like these guys have been this way all along."
"It's just that recent events have made us face up to it, basically." JC said quietly. "And it turns out, Lance and I have had feelings for each other for a while now and been afraid to do anything it."
After that comment, Chris looked over at Justin. Even he knew how much Justin cared for JC, even if he hadn't know in what way until now. The teenager was looking off into space and frowning. "So how are you doing, Curly? What kicked you out of your Abercrombie and Hilfiger-stuffed closet?"
"It's complicated." Justin muttered.
"I'll bet. You can tell it to me later." He waved to a pool boy. "Bring me a really big margarita, NOT virgin. I need a drink!"
Chris tried for a while to make some lighthearted jabs at JC and Lance, but no one was in the mood, and eventually he gave up. After they all lay in silence for a while longer, Chris said in a serious voice "Well, it can't have been easy for you guys, and it's probably not going to get any easier. If it means anything, I'm with you however you want to handle it. Just don't keep me in the dark okay? I promise not to freak." Thanks Chris, I appreciate that." Lance said.
Lance excused himself and went inside. Justin considered suggesting they have chicken fights now that there were four of them, but he couldn't bring himself to suggest it. He was afraid JC would think he was just trying to take advantage while Lance was gone. When Lance finally came back almost an hour later, Justin had worked himself to the verge of tears over just suggesting a simple game. He tried to will himself to calm down.
The sun descended into the west as the boys dozed. Finally, Joey said "How about dinner guys? Who's up for the Italian restaurant?"
"Uhh, JC and I have plans." Lance said quickly.
"Oh, here we go already." Chris sighed. Shutting out your friends so you can be together alone and have a candlelit dinner for two! Next you'll be leaving us to start your own career as a duo."
"Oh chill out, Chris." JC snapped. "We want to try and strike a balance and we just need a little patience from you, okay? It's bad enough we're going to have act like nothing is going on in public, and pretty soon we'll have very little private time."
"Sorry!" Chris held up his hands as if in surrender. "I just need a little adjustment time too. All three of you coming out at once is a lot to handle."
"Yah, I know, sorry."
"It's okay, just don't do it again!"
"Well I'm starved!" Joey cut in. "Justin, Chris, how about dinner?"
"I'm in." Justin said without enthusiasm.
"Let's meet at my room in half an hour." Joey suggested.
"Coo'."
"Gotcha."
They clambered out of their chairs and wandered in. Joey and Chris waved to JC and Lance; Justin ignored them.
JC turned to Lance. "So what are our plans?"
"You'll see." Lance smiled. "Want to come to my room in, say, an hour?"
"Sure. How should I dress for the evening?"
"Casual should be fine."
They lingered a few minutes longer before making their way back to their rooms. They held hands when no one was around, and at JC's door, Lance shyly gave him a kiss on the cheek. "See you in a bit." He whispered.
JC smiled and nodded.
--
Promptly at the agreed time, JC knocked on Lance's door. "Guess who!?" He called.
"Close your eyes!" Lance said through the door.
"Uh, okay." JC wondered what was going on. "They're closed."
Lance opened the door and took JC by the hand. He led him in carefully and shut the door. Then he guided his friend to a chair and sat him down. "Okay, you can open your eyes now."
JC blinked -- and gasped in surprise. He found himself sitting at a small table set for two for dinner with gleaming silver flatware, linen tablecloth and translucent China. The only light in the room was a warm glow from dozens and dozens of big white candles scattered everywhere.
Lance pressed a button on a remote and some soft piano jazz began to play softly from his stereo. "Dinner will be here in a few minutes." He said with a little smile.
"Oh... my... goodness..." JC whispered. "When did you do all this?"
"This afternoon. IÉ I also got you something..." Lance pulled his chair up so he was right in front of JC and pulled a small oblong box out of his pocket. "I... I know you aren't into a lot of jewelry, so I tried to keep it simple... I... uh... hope you like it." He stammered and handed the black velvet box to JC. His hands were shaking.
JC smiled at him. "This is so sweet of you! I'm sure I'll like it."
"Well, open it!"
JC gently lifted the lid. Inside was a heavy white gold bracelet with a satiny finish. It had an inscription plate with the large initials "J S C" etched on it. JC gingerly lifted it out. "It's beautiful." He breathed. Then he saw that there was tiny writing on the inside....
"'I never thought that love could feel like this;
Then you changed my world with just one kiss.'
Love forever, JLB"
JC felt tears stinging his eyes. He looked at Lance, who was watching him intently with those beautiful green eyes, sitting like a statue -- like he was afraid to move or even breathe. "Lance baby it's gorgeous, thank you! I can't tell you how... how special this is!" He threw his arms around Lance and hugged him with all his strength. Then he kissed him again and again on the neck and cheeks, still holding him.
"So I guess it's okay?" Lance asked giddily, as he hugged JC back.
"'Okay'!? You silly boy!" He pulled Lance off his chair and sent them both rolling on the floor, JC on top. "'OKAY'!!? I'll give you okay, Lance Bass!" He smiled down at his handsome boyfriend, then slowly leaned down to kiss him teasingly. Lance closed his eyes and sighed as their lips met in a delicate, feather-light touch... Then JC grabbed him and crushed them together, his mouth covering Lance's in a passionate kiss. His tongue dove into Lance's mouth and they frenched wildly, hands roaming hungrily over each other's backs...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "Room Service!"
"Damn!" Lance swore, but with a little smile as he and JC fell apart gasping on the floor. "I forgot about dinner!"
"Oh very well," JC sat up and ran his fingers through his hair with a laugh, "As long as I'm having Lance Bass for dessert!"
Lance tipped the waiter and rolled in a huge cart with several chafing dishes on it.
JC started to get up and help, but Lance made him sit. "Well, would you do one thing before you get all carried away with that?" JC asked plaintively.
"What?" Lance asked, already lifting up covers and releasing plumes of steam.
"Would you put my present on for me?"
Lance put down the lids and scooted over immediately. "I'd love to." He took the bracelet out of the box and wrapped it around JC's sinewy wrist. "Do you really like it?" He asked uncertainly.
"I love it. I'll never take it off."
Lance carefully fastened the clasp. "Well, you don't have to promise that. There are times when you'll have to take it off."
"We'll see about that." JC said defiantly.
"Okay Mister Stubborn," Lance teased. "Let's eat!" Lance had ordered all of JC's favorite Chinese dishes, along with a variety of other things from the gourmet restaurant downstairs. He proceeded to start serving JC things as if he were a waiter.
Finally JC said "Sit down, Lance, and eat before the food gets cold! You're not my servant!" JC pulled Lance's chair over so they were sitting close to each other.
"I like waiting on you." Lance pretended to pout.
"I'll remember that." JC smirked. "Now here, try some of this!" He lifted some Orange Chicken in his chopsticks and fed it to Lance. A little bit of sauce dribbled on Lance's chin and he started to wipe it with his napkin. "Wait, let me..." JC said, but instead of using his napkin he leaned over and gingerly licked Lance's chin. Then he moved up and kissed his lover on the lips. "Hmm, I think it tastes better on you." He smiled mischievously.
"I didn't know you were so kinky!" Lance giggled.
JC raised his eyebrows. "You think that's kinky? Wait until I get out the honey."
Lance pretended to look shocked but inside he was secretly excited at the thought of doing adventurous things with JC.
"And don't give me that innocent look, Lance Bass, or I'll remind you what you said in the shower this morning!" He smiled evilly.
Lance blushed furiously, remembering Joey's comments. "I am never gonna live that down!"
They ate slowly, feeding each other bits of different foods. Sometimes they smeared things on each other's faces deliberately so they could lick and kiss it off. Lance had trouble with his chopsticks, and JC gently took Lance's hand in his and showed him how to hold them. Lance had trouble concentrating, though, because Joshua was pressing his lean body against him and whispering instructions so softly in his ear. Lance kept looking at the bracelet on JC's wrist. It seemed to glow softly in the candlelight.
"Lance, honey, you're not going to learn if you don't pay attention to daddy!" JC said with a little smirk. Then he ran his tongue along the outside of Lance's ear.
"I'm sorry, I just can't get the hang of it." Lance demurred, after shivering with pleasure from JC's wet caress.
"You're allowed to use a fork, Scoop, I won't penalize you." JC whispered.
Lance looked relieved and switched immediately. And the got back down to eating.
An hour or so later, JC finally set his chopsticks down on the plate. "I am stuffed! That was wonderful! What's for dessert?" His eyes sparkled as he smiled at Lance.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I have one little requestÉ"
"Name it, babe."
"It's kind of silly."
"Come onÉ.!" JC leaned forward and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
In response, Lance took his hand and pulled him to his feet. "We sort of did it before, and I liked it so much, I wanted to do it again." He reached for the CD player remote.
"Okay, now I'm really curious." But JC thought he might know what Lance wanted.
The blonde youth pressed a couple of buttons, and the jazz switched to 'God Must Have Spent a Little More Time on You.' Lance put the control down, tentatively wrapped his arm around JC's waist and pulled him closer. "Could we sort ofÉ slow dance together?"
JC's throat tightened up with emotion. "I was hoping that was what you were up to. So who leads?"
"You lead." Lance smiled.
After a few abortive attempts to do it the formal way -- punctuated with giggling and stepping on each other's bare feet -- they just wrapped their arms around each other and began to sway to the music, turning slowly.
"ÉCan this be true; tell me can this be real?
How can I put into words what I feel
My life was complete, I thought I was whole.
Why do I feel like I'm losing control?É"
Lance laid his head down on JC's shoulder. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too, James." JC answered softly. "Hmm, I like it when you call me 'James'."
É.I never thought that love could feel like this;
Then you changed my world with just one kiss.
How can it be that right here with me,
There's an angel... it's a miracle.É"
When JC's lead came, he sang along softly...
"In all of creation, all things great and small
You are the one that surpasses them all
More precious than any diamond or pearl,
They broke the mold when you came in this world.
"And I'm trying hard to figure out
Just how I ever did without
The warmth of your smile, the heart of a child
that's deep inside... leaves me purified.
"Your love is like a river, peaceful and deep
Your soul is like a secret I never could keep.
When I look into your eyes, I know that it's true:
God must have spent a little more time on you.
God must have spent a little more time on you...."
The song ended, and JC tenderly leaned down and kissed Lance on the top of his head. "Thank you for your wonderful gifts today." Lance looked up. His cheeks were streaked with tears which glittered in the light of the candles, but he was smiling. "You're welcome." JC tenderly kissed his tears away, then led the willing boy over next to the bed. He slid his hands around Lance's waist and pulled him close, looking down into his eyes. "I love you. I want to be with you forever." He said seriously, then he leaned down and very gently kissed him.
"Hey Justin, what's shakin?" Terry barely had his door open before Justin had slipped inside.
"Hey, I tried to call you today to see if you wanted to come to the pool with us but I guess you were out."
"Yeah, the label didn't give ME the day off!" Terry said ruefully.
Justin glanced around the messed-up room, noticing Terry's open laptop, two cell phones, a PDA, and some other equipment and a tangle of cables on a table, papers scattered around, a room-service cart and at least three coffee thermoses. "I'm sorry, you must be working. I'll leave you alone." He hung his head and turned to go.
"No, no Justin please stay! I need a break anyway. You look upset. Have a seat." Terry sat on the bed.
Justin sat down next to him. "I need to talk to someone, and I figured you would understand. I can't talk to Chris or Joey about this. Joey tried, but he really doesn't understand how hard this is..." Justin was so nervous he had trouble breathing. He looked at the web designer for a long moment, noticed that his normally perfect Caesar haircut was kind of messed up, and he looked like he hadn't slept much. "Are you okay, dude? You look kind of tired."
Terry looked at himself in the mirror. "Man, do I look that bad?" He tried to tame his hair without much success.
"Nah, you look fine, just maybe you've been working too hard."
"Well, sometimes I bury myself in it because I'm avoiding other things." Terry muttered cryptically.
"But now I remember who you remind me of. It's that guy on the 'Pretender' -- Jarod! You got that dark hair with the same style: short and spikey in front... and your eyes are like his, kinda sly but nice, and the smile. And you both have that deep voice. And you sure are ripped like him..."
"You think I look like Michael Weiss?" Wow, that's a compliment, Justin." Terry felt himself blushing.
"Kinda. You look younger than him though."
"I'm surprised you watch that show, or him." Terry looked at the teenager quizzically.
"Oh, Jarod is so cool man! Bein' a different identity every week. Scoop likes that show too..." Justin trailed off like mentioning Lance brought back a bad memory.
"So, tell me what's going on?" Terry changed the subject -- or so he thought. "You know, how I said Lance and JC are acting strange?"
"Yeah, I guess..."
"Well just before the interview today I caught them in the bathroom downstairs , messing around."
Terry felt a rush of adrenaline through his body. 'Could it be... Lance really gay --?' He fought to keep his voice steady. "How do you mean 'messing around'?"
Justin was a little taken aback by the sudden intensity of Terry's stare. 'Man sometimes he can seem like he is lookin' right inside you,' he thought. "Well, they were in a stall, half undressed, making out!" He blurted. "They told me they were lovers!" His eyes stung with tears just from the memory of seeing the two together.
"Oh man!" Terry felt like he'd been punched in the chest. 'Lance is gay! But he's with JC! My god...' He struggled to keep his composure after this revelation. "So, uh, does it bother you that they're gay? They're still the same --"
"No, that's not it!" Justin cut him off, jumping to his feet. "It's that... I guess I've known for awhile too, but I never really wanted to face it myself, until I knew about JC..."
Terry held his breath. 'Oh my god...'
Justin stared at the floor, tears running down his cheeks. "I'm gay too. AndÉ I think I'm in love with JC. I think I've loved him since, since I don't know when. But now he's with Lance. You should see them man, they are so happy. At the pool today they were trying not to throw it in my face but they kept lookin' at each other all lovey..." He collapsed back down on the bed next to Terry.
"I'm sorry, Justin. It must be really painful to realize this about yourself, and then know that the one you love is with someone else." Terry put his arm around Justin's shoulders.
"It's awful. I just wanna die." Justin started sniffling pathetically. "Joey tried to cheer me up today, but he's straight; he doesn't understand how messed up I am."
"Come on man, I'm sure JC still cares about you; you'll always have him as a friend. And he's not the only guy in the world. Hell, you could have your pick of handsome young guys. I've been to your concerts and it's not ALL 12 year old girls."
"But I love JC!" Justin wailed, burying his face on Terry's shoulder.
Terry held the youth, gently caressing his back. 'Ah, teenage angst! This kid is just a walking bundle of raw emotions.' He thought to himself, then he allowed himself to realize how good Justin felt in his arms. But he didn't want to take advantage of this moment of that vulnerability. 'We can't always get what we dream of, baby.' He thought. 'But life goes on.' Terry ran his fingers through Justin's soft blond curls. "I know it's tough," He said softly, "But you have to try to be supportive of them and not bitter. If you really love JC, you'll be glad that he and Lance are happy with each other.
"I guess." Justin said, hugging Terry a little tighter. "Thanks for listening to me spill my guts out."
"You can spill your guts to me anytime, buddy."
Neither said anything or moved from their embrace for several minutes.
"This feels really nice." Justin said quietly.
"Yeah, you feel nice." Terry whispered. 'God, what do I do now? This guy is such a hottie, but he's so fragile right now. And he's only 18, almost ten years younger than me! I can't fall for him! This isn't happening. I can't believe Justin Timberlake, the teen heartthrob of 'N Sync, just came out to me, and now he's crying on my shoulder!'
"You feel nice too; must be all them workouts." Justin sniffled. His hands strayed over Terry's muscled back. He turned his head and Terry felt the boy's lips on his neck.
"Uhh, Justin, I don't know..."
"You like me don't cha?" Justin whispered.
"I like you a lot, Justin. I think you're smart and funny, and you are... incredibly hot. But you don't need me to tell you that, you have millions, I mean MILLIONS, of fans.
"I like it when you tell me, though."
Terry felt his resolve weakening. After all, Justin seemed to be putting the moves on HIM. 'He's a pretty smooth talker for a teenager, I gotta give him that. But still... could he really like me?'
Justin slowly released Terry and sat up. "Is it okay if I stay here for a little while? I don't want to be in the way or anythin'..."
"You can stay as long as you like Justin."
"Thanks." Justin sat up and flashed his winning smile. "Have you had dinner? Let's order room service! And if you don't mind, could you show me your computer? I want to get one before we go on tour in the spring, and I don't know what to get or nuthin."
"Well I'll show you my Powerbook, but I have to tell you I'm biased. I hate Wintel computers."
"'Wintel'?" Justin cocked his head and made a cute, quizzical face that just about made Terry's heart melt.
"Windows operating system and Intel processor."
"Ohhh! I get it. So... is it true that Microsoft jacked the idea for Windows from Apple?" He grinned at Terry's look of surprise. "See, I ain't as ig-nrent as aye look!" He said, exaggerating his accent.
'Okay, he's a closet computer geek too! I AM in love!' Terry thought. "To answer your question, smarty, it's pretty much true, though Steve Jobs actually kinda ripped it off from Xerox..."
Lance sighed with happiness and arched his body against JC's, wrapping his arms around his lean lover. For a long time they just stood together, tenderly kissing and caressing each other.
But each could feel the other getting hard with desire, and their kisses soon grew more passionate. Lance threw his head back and let out a ragged moan as JC licked and sucked on his neck while raking his strong fingers across the younger boy's back. The blonde cupped JC's firm ass cheeks in his hands and kneaded them, at the same time grinding their hips together.
Joshua feverishly slid his hands under Lance's oversize t-shirt and caressed the blonde's baby-smooth chest. He gently pinched Lance's nipples, causing him to gasp and whimper with pleasure. Finally he grabbed the shirt, roughly pulled it over Lance's head and threw it in a corner.
Lance smiled and started slowly unbuttoning JC's shirt. Then he looked up with a shy smile while he unbuckled JC's belt and unzipped his jeans. He eased them down and helped him step out of them, then JC did the same for Lance.
Then Lance slid his hands up underneath JC's wifebeater until he was cupping his defined, hairless pecs. He kneaded them roughly, enjoying the appreciative moans from his lover.
At the same time JC ran his fingers through Lance's thick hair and toyed gently with his little ears. He massaged the blonde's shoulders, his back, his muscled butt through the soft cotton fabric of his boxer-briefs. "Let's get in bed." He whispered.
They crawled in and lay together, their faces inches apart. "What do you feel like doing?" JC whispered, taking Lance into his arms. They snuggled together sensuously.
"Whatever you want to do." Lance said sincerely.
It had been a long day and JC could tell that Lance was kind of tired. "Would it be alright if we just cuddled up together tonight? We have all day tomorrow to play, and I was kind of rough on you this morningÉ" He smiled crookedly.
Lance beamed and JC knew he'd made the right suggestion. "I'd like that very much."
They curled up together, Lance's back against JC's chest so the taller youth could hold him tight. JC couldn't stop planting little kisses all over Lance's slender neck, and the blonde didn't complain. Soon enough they drifted off to blissful sleep.
"...So that's kind of the basics." Terry stifled a yawn. He loved just sitting here with Justin and talking geek stuff -- the kid caught on very quickly -- but he'd hardly had any sleep in days and it was almost 3 am. "You see how AOL and Netscape works, now you have your email that you can get anywhere -- besides that 'nsync.com' account -- and you see some of the stuff you can do with this G3 Powerbook."
"Thanks dude, I really appreciate it!" Justin smiled at him then looked back at the laptop screen where he had been surfing through 'N Sync fan sites. "Some of these sites where they make fun of us are so crunk man!"
"It's a good thing you have a sense of humor about them -- some are pretty harsh!"
"Yeah, they like to crack on my hair and they way I talk, don' they? But you can tell they really like us underneath. The only ones that kinda hurt are when they say I'm full of myself."
"They don't know you though." Terry assured him, and fought back another yawn.
"Hey man, I've kept you up way late, I'm sorry."
"That's okay, I've enjoyed it."
"Me too." Then Justin looked down shyly and said "This is gonna sound stupid but..."
"I promise not to laugh." Terry said seriously, closing his laptop..
"Would you just, well... I don't think I could take being alone right now. Could I sleep here?"
Terry felt his heart pounding in his chest. "Justin, if it makes you feel better, nothing would make me happier." A voice in his head said 'Why don't you just invite this kid to break your heart, man? Maybe he isn't consciously leading you on, but all roads lead to you getting hurt.'
Meanwhile, Justin kicked his sneakers off and laid down on the bed on top of the covers, curling up partly in a fetal position. "Uh... , would you just... hold me for a while?" He murmured.
Hesitantly, Terry crawled up behind him and wrapped his arm around the youth. "How's that?" He whispered in Justin's ear, his voice shaking a little.
Justin leaned back against Terry and the two spooned together. "Awesome. You're the best, man." He snuggled up a little closer.
Terry hugged Justin, fighting the urge to caress his chest through the t- shirt. He'd seen the videos of Justin in his tight little wifebeater; he knew how hot this boy's body was without even having seen it in person.
It was more than that now, though. Justin really was a sweet guy -- amazing considering the adulation of all those fans -- and he was just lonely and hurt (and probably horny). Terry sighed, enjoying the warmth of Justin's body against his. He felt an ache in his chest and scrunched his eyes shut. He gave the youth one more gentle squeeze.
Justin moaned appreciatively. "Thank you..." He murmured, "For being my friend, Terry."
'Damn, one of us is not gonna get any sleep tonight.'
Terry woke during the night, feeling disoriented. The room was dark, he was fully dressed, and there was a man next to him. 'Oh, right, I'm in bed with a teenage pop idol almost ten years younger than me, how could I forget?' He thought sarcastically to himself. But even as he lay there, Justin rolled over in his sleep to face him. Terry couldn't help admiring that face, just inches from his own. 'God he looks so beautiful and innocent, like an angel sleeping.' He was dying to kiss Justin, but he knew that would be taking advantage... he moved a little closer... and their lips touched. Terry trembled from the sensation and pulled away. 'Man how long has it been since you kissed a guy? A year? Two years? Haven't you been celibate long enough? And here next to you is this gorgeous young thing...'
Even as Terry pondered this, Justin made a little moaning sound, wrapped his arm around Terry's shoulders and pulled them together. "...love you." He said softly, his lips brushing Terry's tenderly.
'Oh god, now what!' Terry was torn between passion and guilt. 'He's probably dreaming and thinks I'm JC!'
Then Justin really kissed him and Terry's remaining resistance crumbled. Their lips pressed together and both moaned. Justin started to roll onto his back, pulling Terry on top of him. Terry reluctantly broke the kiss as he sprawled over the sexy lean youth.
"Justin, wake up man, you're dreaming or something!" He whispered.
"I'm awake." Justin whispered, opening his beautiful deep blue eyes. He met Terry's hesitant steel-gray gaze with a smile that said 'I know exactly what I'm doing.' Then he put his hand on the back of Terry's neck and pulled them together again into a deep, passionate kiss...
'Oh... my...god... what a kisser!' Was Terry's last coherent thought for a while.
Justin went into a frenzy, his mouth all over Terry's, his long tongue forcing its way deep into his mouth. "Ohhh, man, you are so hot!" Justin sighed, then wrapped his arms and legs around the older guy and wouldn't let go, rolling on top of Terry and grinding their hard dicks together provocatively.
Finally, though, Terry pulled back. "Hey, hey, handsome, slow down a little!" He gasped.
Justin looked down at him, a hurt expression on his face. "I'm sorry... I don't know how to do this -- I never even kissed a guy before! You probably think I'm a stupid kid, I'm sorry man..." He looked away with an anguished expression.
"No, no, that's not it! In fact, you are an incredible kisser, Justin -- you're driving me crazy! But let's just slow down a little, okay?"
Justin smiled playfully. "Slow down? We're just makin' out, thas' all."
Terry furrowed his brows. "I really have to ask you one very important question... well, two questions now."
"Shoot." Justin propped his head on an elbow.
"Are you a... virgin?"
"Well, yeah!" The teenager looked away shyly. "I mean, I've messed around -- mostly letting the Betties do the work -- but no sex; any kind of sex. I was gonna try to wait till I was married... or at least I was sure I was in love. Kinda corny huh?"
"No, it's not corny at all, it's very romantic. Although now, if you're waiting to marry the right guy you may wait a long time."
Justin laughed. "Well, when I first decided that, I was still thinkin' I was gonna marry a girl! Now that I think back, maybe I did it so I'd have an excuse..."
"Well, I think it's great if you want to wait until you are sure it's with someone you really love. With the right person, making love can be really incredible. Otherwise it's just getting off, and you might as well be safe and do it by yourself."
"Sounds like you've done both." Justin said thoughtfully, looking up at Terry through his beautiful thick eyelashes.
"Yeah, I have." Terry smiled humorlessly. "I've slept with a few guys and even two women."
"I thought you were gay!" Justin said indignantly.
"Oh, I am! Both times it was awful. I was in college and drunk and I kind of let myself get seduced. I was still hoping that I might be straight -- or at least bi. What a mess! I just ended up hurting their feelings and messing myself up both times."
"What about the guys? Have you been in love?"
Terry rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. "I was in love with two of them. One -- Sean -- I fell head over heels for in just a few days. I thought we were destined to be together forever. But he decided that we weren't right for each other and broke up with me after only a month. Kevin, my Korean boyfriend, was the other. I don't know if he ever really loved me either. He could be very sensitive and caring, but sometimes very cold and distant. He really tore me up inside, and finally I had to break up with him; that lasted a year or so."
Justin wrapped his arm around Terry and laid his head down on his chest. "I'm sorry." He said sincerely. "You seem like a really, really nice guy. I'm sorry they hurt you."
Terry hesitantly put his arm around Justin's shoulders. "Thanks, it's nice of you to say that. But anyway, I guess my point was that... maybe I'm too old and jaded for you to be hanging around with. You know I'm 27."
Justin lifted his head up again to glare at Terry. "I know that! I may only be 18 but I'm not a kid! I'm not stupid!"
Terry recoiled as if those words had hurt him. "I didn't mean it that way Justin! I don't think you're stupid at all! I just think you deserve better..." Terry suddenly found it hard to talk.
Justin sighed. "The other guys always want to treat me like a kid and sometimes it pisses me off. Please don't give me any more of that 'you deserve better' crap. If you don't want to hang with me, say so, and I can deal with it. Just don't try to make me feel better with some line.
"I mean it, Justin. You are so handsome and young and you want to wait for the right guy... I think that's great."
"And how do I know you're not the right guy? I think I should get a say, don't you? I'm not ready to get busy yet, but I want to get to know you better, if you're willin' to be patient with me. I, I just want it to be right, yah know?"
Terry was taken aback by that reply. "Justin I just don't want you to get hurt --" Terry couldn't finish because Justin's soft lips pressed against his. 'Oh what the hell...'
He gently cradled the teenager's head in one hand and wrapped his other arm around his waist, then rolled on top and pinned Justin's arms over his head, smiling at the boy's surprised expression. "Okay, babe. Now it's my turn." Terry leaned down and tenderly kissed him, their lips just grazing. Justin craned his neck up in response and he jerked back with a smirk, then teased him with more playful kisses. Justin soon caught on to this game and played along, letting Terry kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck... When Terry's tongue traced the contours of his ear, though, his entire body shuddered and he couldn't hold back a moan of ecstasy.
'God this boy is a firecracker!' Terry marveled. It thrilled him to be able to give Justin so much pleasure. He looked down into the youth's trusting eyes and kissed him as tenderly as he possibly could. Their fingers intertwined and Terry lowered himself onto the boy and kissed him again. "Justin, you are very special." He whispered. 'MaybeÉ maybe he really does like me.' He rolled over and pulled Justin against him so they were side-by side. They lay together silently for a long time, then...
"I think I know what your other question was." Justin said very quietly. "It's about JC isn't it?"
Amazed at this boy's insight, Terry raised his head, but he could only nod dumbly in the dim light.
"Yah, the way I feel about him, it's a big mess inside me. He doesn't love me that way and I gotta get used to that. But... I like you sooo much! Please believe me, you're not just some 'random guy' to take JC's place; I really do like you, for yourself. Hey, you think I would have just picked anybody to be the first guy I make out with?"
"Oh, Justin..." Terry just shook his head.
"You are so money and you don't even know it dude. I think you'reÉ a hottie." Justin looked away for a second, a little embarrassed. "And all the stuff you know, I think that is so cool. And you're, well you've been so nice to me."
"How could I not be nice to you, Justin?" I'll tell you, before I met you I expected a spoiled little brat, and you are nothing like that."
"My momma brought me up right!" Justin laughed.
"Well then I want to tell you something." Terry said seriously, pulling Justin a little closer.
"Okay." The teenager said, looking a little worried.
"I think you are very hot..."
"But..."
"Old men like me need our rest. Could we get under the covers and go to sleep? "
"Oh like you are sooo old." Justin teased, "But I'll let it slide this time. I guess I could catch some z's too."
They got up and shyly stripped to their underwear -- Terry in his CK boxer briefs and a t-shirt, and Justin had on Abercrombie boxer briefs and of course his wifebeater. They climbed into bed and without hesitation this time Justin wrapped his arms around Terry, who rolled over so they could spoon together. Justin slid one hand slid over Terry's hard abs. "Man you have such a hot body... oh, I almost forgot to tell you...." He added in a dreamy voice.
"Mmm?" Terry was already half asleep, feeling surprisingly comfortable in the arms of this hot young guy.
"I talked to Alex and he called the record company and got you an extension on your deadline. You officially have to take tomorrow off from your computer and spend it with us... research yah know." Justin squirmed just a little against him for emphasis.
"You are too much. I like a guy who knows how to throw his weight around." Terry murmured as he drifted off with Justin's arms around him. 'This must be a dream...'
End of Part SEVEN!
To be continued! Sorry, no sex, and not as much about JC and Lance this time, but people were concerned about poor Justin! But don't worry, there are many adventures in store for the perfect couple. Fasten your seatbelts!
A little preview...
Back to the mainland!
Guest stars! (guess who) Jealousy! Betrayal! Skydiving! Evil Managers! Tour Trauma! Facing the families! Sex! Love! High-spirited dance-pop! Asteroids! Bizarre dream sequences!
(Well, maybe not asteroids)
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