'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC
CHAPTER EIGHT
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 Copyright 1999 T. Kevin.
lictor (at) aol (dot) com
"You taught me to run, you taught me to fly, you taught me to free the me inside..."
Hey! Be sure to check out the new 'N Sync video "Music of My Heart" with Gloria Estefan on VH1 and the Box! It's a very beautiful ballad, and right at the very very end (usually edited out on MTV), Lance and JC turn and give each other a big, sweet hug!
Kevin
As Lance slowly returned to wakefulness, he became aware of Josh's warm body pressed against his back and his arm around him. He smiled and let out a little sigh. He couldn't imagine any better way to wake up than with JC. He shifted slightly and the arm tightened possessively around him.
"Did you sleep well, James?" JC asked sleepily, then kissed him on the back of the neck.
"Very well, thank you." He scooted back against Josh.
"Hmm, be careful or you're going to make me horny." JC teased, squirming his hips against Lance.
"Oh?" Lance snickered and deliberately pushed back a little harder.
"Mmmmm baby." JC groaned, and he slid his hand down to Lance's flat stomach.
Lance shivered as JC's fingertips slid under the waistband of his shorts. His cock was already growing upwards. "Wait!" He whimpered and sat up.
"What's wrong?" JC frowned.
"Nothing." Lance patted him on the cheek. "I have to brush my teeth. I don't want you to kiss me with this breath." He clapped his hand over his mouth comically.
"Well, I better brush mine too!" JC sprang out of the bed and ran after Lance. "But my toothbrush is in my room."
Lance produced one from a little basket on the counter. "They have all kinds of stuff in there."
"Do they have scented body oils?" JC smirked.
"I don't think so." Lance blushed.
They stood side-by side. JC noticed how methodical Lance was; typical!
"You're not going to floss not too, are you?" He teased around a mouthful of toothpaste.
Lance rolled his eyes. "I GUESS I can wait!"
"I'm just teasing." He bumped hips with Lance. "This will sound stupid, but it's even fun doing this with you."
"Yeah," Lance agreed shyly, briefly flashing his gleaming teeth. "It kinda is."
"Now let's go back to bed!" JC grabbed him around the waist and hauled him back to the king- sized bed. They tumbled in and JC rolled on top. He leaned down and kissed Lance, as the blond boy pulled him down and slid his tongue into JC's mouth. "Mmm, minty fresh."
They kissed and caressed each other, each sensing the mutual desire to go slow and easy. They had all day, and this might be the last day off they had together for a long time. Eventually, though, their hands strayed to each other's crotch, fondling their hardons through the clingy fabric of their briefs.
"Mmmm, you are sooo sexy!" JC growled into Lance's ear, at the same time sliding his hand up and down over Lance's huge erection.
"Ohhh god." Lance was so horny he could barely speak. "You make me crazy!"
JC loved to feel Lance tremble with desire, and the poor blond was shivering uncontrollably as his hand slid down the back of Lance's boxer briefs to cup his perfect round ass. Lance bucked up and JC wasted no time yanking the shorts down to his knees. Josh didn't think he would ever stop being amazed at the length and girth of Lance's manhood. 'And one of these days, I want him to make love to me with that beautiful thing -- even if it kills me.' He thought with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Their eyes met briefly and JC smiled before sliding down so his face was inches from Lance's pulsing cock. He ran his tongue lightly up the underside of it, flicking his tongue-tip right at the sensitive spot at the base of the glans.
Lance tensed up all over and let out a long shuddering groan. "Ohhh, JC you are so wonderful."
JC took the head in his mouth and grasped the thick base, scooping a drop of precum out of the slit with his tongue. The blond opened his legs, then gently held JC's head in his hands, whimpering like a child. The lean singer managed to take more than half of Lance's cock in his throat before starting to choke, then pumped the shaft with his hand while he sucked on the swelling mushroom head. Then he alternated with licking Lance's balls in their tight wrinkled sack and working his way down to his ass crack again. He continued this for many minutes, working Lance into a frenzy.
"Mmm, that feels so nice!" Lance groaned, squirming on the covers.
"What do you want?" JC asked.
"Please... do me." Lance whispered hesitantly.
"Say it, James." JC said with a little smirk, then slowly pumped Lance's cock a few times.
"Please..." Lance whispered.
"Ask for it, James." He said evenly, now placing a finger teasingly at Lance's puckered hole.
Lance screwed his eyes shut. "Fuck me! Fuck me please!" He wailed.
"That's my Scoop." JC smiled, climbing back up so he was even with his lover. He gave Lance a quick smooch on the lips before he pulled a small tube of KY from the night stand.
Lance opened his eyes. "You are terrible, you know that?" He pouted.
"I know. But you are so cute and embarrassed when you ask to be fucked, I can't resist!" As he said it, he smeared some of the cool jelly around Lance's ass ring.
"What's that stuff? Ohhhh.... godddd." The blond shivered.
"Joey told me about it -- no surprise there -- it should be better than hand lotion." JC grinned, then freed his own aching cock from his briefs and crawled between Lance's muscled legs. He smeared some KY on his own penis and pushed Lance's legs up. "Ready?"
Lance nodded, looking up at JC with an expression of trust..
The tall boy aimed his cockhead at the tiny hole and pushed.
Lance tried to relax, but his ass involuntarily resisted at first. He grunted in pain.
"Sorry, baby." JC frowned.
"It's okay, try again." Lance smiled, then reached up to caress JC's smooth chest.
Josh pushed again more gently, and in a moment his mushroom head popped in. Both youths groaned from the intense feeling. JC placed Lance's ankles onto his shoulders, and began to ease further in.
"Oh... my... god..." Lance rumbled as more and more of JC's seven inches entered his ass.
"Yesss, Lance you are so wonderful!" JC gasped from the unmatched pleasure of the blond youth's tight ass. He fought to go slowly, to not force his hard rod in all the way. He wanted Lance to enjoy this too.
But it was Lance who reached over to cup JC's muscled ass and pull him deeper. "I love you inside me, Josh!" He said as JC's cock slid all the way into his spasming ass. It ached, but already the pain was changing to that burning pleasure. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" He groaned. His hands slid up, fingers digging into JC's back.
"God you are such a hot guy!" JC grunted. He pulled partway out and eased back in... almost cumming from that one thrust. "Ohhh baby!" He leaned down to kiss Lance, their tongues fencing feverishly.
Lance gasped for breath as JC resumed a slow fuck, dragging his cock almost all the way out and easing it back in. He reached between them to pump Lance's throbbing dick with his KY-slick hand.
"...Love you man... so much..." Lance moaned, smiling up at JC through half-closed eyes. His hands roamed over JC's body as the taller boy began to speed his pumping fuck.
The blond writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding his brain. Every time Joshua's long dick hit bottom it raked his prostate, causing a wave of incredible pleasure to course through him. His cock was dripping precum with every thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity of it.
At the same time, JC was fighting to hold back his orgasm. He watched as his glistening rod moved in and out of his lover's spasming hole, then looked at Lance's face. His eyes were glazed over, his head rolling from side to side. He moaned in a delirium of lust as he cupped JC's hard pecs and tweaked his nipples. 'My sweet, shy, innocent Lance -- who would have thought he would be such a wonderfully unrestrained lover!' By sheer will-power he kept from cumming as he fucked in long slow strokes and pistoned Lance's throbbing cock with his hand, determined to pleasure him as long as he could.
And the blond grunted his approval with every thrust, his hands moving over Josh's sweat-coated body, his ass squeezing JC's penis every time it fully penetrated.
JC held out as long as he could, but all too soon he felt his orgasm closing in. He began to accelerate his pace, pushing Lance's legs further back, allowing his cock to plumb even greater depths of the younger boy's aching love tunnel.
Lance cried out and suddenly his massive cock exploded in a geyser of cum. The first shot splattered his face, then as JC pumped him, the next few sprayed his chest and stomach as he made little gasping noises. At the same time, Lance's ass contracted around JC's tingling cock and he couldn't hold back any longer. He made a few short thrusts into his lover and let loose with his own spurting load deep into Lance's guts.
Still panting, Lance smiled up at JC in satisfaction and willed his ass to milk the other boy's sensitive cock a few more times. JC convulsed from the feeling, then carefully pulled back out. He gently lowered Lance's legs and only then collapsed, dripping with sweat, onto his lover.
"Hmmmm, every time gets better, Joshua!" Lance gasped. "You are incredible."
"I want it to keep on getting better, baby." JC whispered in his ear. "I want every time between us to be special. Mmm, you got something on your face..." He proceeded to lick Lance's cum off his cheeks and chin. "Even your cum tastes sweet, James, why is that? Mine is kinda salty."
"I dunno." Lance looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. "You don't have to do that."
In answer JC looked down at him and furrowed his brows. "Don't be going all bashful on me now." He stroked Lance's sensitive, semi-hard cock.
"Ooooh! S-sstop that!" Lance shuddered.
"Oh all right." JC relented with a smile, then sprawled over him. But he couldn't resist running a finger teasingly around one of Lance's little nipples.
"Mmmm!" Lance sighed, finally closing his hand over JC's to stop him. He felt the heavy bracelet -- his gift -- on Josh's wrist. "I love you, but you have to stop that before I have a stroke or something. I think I can only take so much pleasure before I have an overload!"
JC looked into Lance's dreamy eyes. "What a way to go, huh? But then I would hate to have to explain that to the rest of the guys -- not to mention Johnny and Lou. 'Sorry guys, I killed Lance with too much sex.'
The blond blushed but he also started to giggle.
JC started to tickle Lance along his flanks.
"Noo, please!" He begged. "You know I'm ticklish!"
"And the headlines on MTV News," JC persisted, "With dour old Kurt Loder trying to keep a straight face: "Lance Bass of 'N Sync was found in an embarrassing position with group-mate JC Chasez yesterday. Doctors say he apparently died of a sex overload.'"
They both started rolling around on the bed laughing uncontrollably.
Then Lance suddenly sat up, a stricken look on his face. He clutched at his heart. "JC... I--I...." And he fell over on the bed, eyes glazed, not breathing.
"Oh stop it!" JC rolled over to him.
Lance didn't move, even when Josh touched his face. He stared unseeing into space.
"This isn't funny!" JC said plaintively.
"Yes it is!" Lance's face and body came back to life and he sat up again. "Scared yah."
"Oh god don't ever do that again!" JC glared at him.
"So you really do care about me." Lance smiled and crawled up next to his lover and wrapped his arms around him.
"Of course I do." He said seriously. "I can't believe I fell for that, but baby you had me terrified for a second there." He looked up earnestly. "I love you; it would kill me if anything happened to you."
"I'm sorry." Lance frowned.
"It's okay," JC hugged him tight. "Just don't EVER do it again!"
They laid together cuddling for awhile before Lance murmured, "We should get up. We're meeting the other guys for breakfast downstairs at 10."
"I hope Justin is in a better mood."
"Me too." Lance sighed.
In another part of the resort, Terry woke and rolled over in his bed. He was alone. Where was Justin? He felt a pang of anxiety and sat up. 'Maybe he's in the bathroom...no. Damn here it goes. He ran away from you already; couldn't spend the night even though you didn't even do anything!' Terry wandered around the room, angry at himself for letting this get to him. 'What do you expect, he's only 18 and he's just coming out. Now he'll probably try to act like nothing happened between you. Might as well prepare yourself. He flopped down on the chair in front of his desk, fighting back tears. "Oh dammit, now you're gonna cry over this kid!' He thought angrily.
Then he noticed that his laptop was open and there was a note lying on the keyboard that had been printed on his portable inkjet...
Hey Terry --
I didn't want to wake you. Had to bolt to my room --
didn't want the guys to think stuff at least not yet!
You are a way money guy I had a great time hope
you did too. Thanks for being with me. :-)
Call me when you wake up ok?
For Breakfast?
Peace!
Your Friend Justin
Terry slumped back and allowed himself to breathe again. 'Oh man you've got it real bad. Well, he still likes you, that's something.' He tried not to read too much into the note, but he still couldn't keep himself for going straight for the phone. 'Good thing I remember his room number since he didn't think to write it on here and I'm sure he's not listed at the front desk.' As it rang he thought about the fact that Justin obviously was pretty smart since he had remembered everything about opening a document and printing it, and even remembering about little internet-style smiley faces. His grammar was atrocious of course...
"Yo!" Justin answered. The TV was blaring in the background.
"Hey, it's Terry."
"Hey you got my note sleepyhead! I been up since eight!"
"Yeah, thanks. I had a good time too, I was kinda worried I did something wrong when you were gone this morning."
"I know man I'm sorry, but you understand right?"
"Yeah I do, it's cool."
"So as soon as we get the lovebirds out of bed we're gonna have breakfast on the south deck restaurant, you wanna come with?"
"Are you sure it's okay? I don't want to be a sixth wheel or something."
Justin laughed. "No man, you can help keep me from feeling like the third wheel when JC and Lance get all gooey."
"Are they that bad huh?"
"I guess not. But if you're there I won't even notice."
"What a sweet-talker you are. When do we eat?"
"Ten." See you there!"
Terry saw himself in the mirror as he hung up the phone and was embarrassed to realize he had a stupid grin on his face. "Uh-oh, not the stupid love grin." He muttered. Then he saw the clock and realized he'd better hustle if he was going to be dressed and downstairs by ten.
He stripped and jumped in the shower. As the warm water sprayed over him, he started thinking about Justin's hot young body, wondering what he looked like nude... he wasn't ripped but he was lean and had some nice definition... Terry realized that he was starting to get a hardon thinking about the hunky teenager and that this line of thinking was a mistake. He soaped himself up quickly, but he couldn't get his mind off Justin's form, and what he could make out through his tight wifebeater and those clingy boxer- briefs. His cute little ass... 'Damn! I guess I'm gonna have to deal with this after all!'
"Where yah been? We were about to order!" Justin asked as Terry slumped into the open chair next to him.
"I, uh, had to take care of something." Terry felt himself blushing.
"Data's coo'. Well, you know everybody of course." Justin gestured with his menu towards the other four guys. Joey was on Justin's other side; Chris, JC and Lance were facing them. Lance, sitting opposite Terry, smiled and nodded. JC seemed kind of cool to him. Chris said 'hi' without looking up and Joey made a point of shaking his hand and smiling. Terry tried not to stare at Lance, but he was always drawn to the blond boy's elfin features... and those pale green eyes. He wondered if Lance and JC were having sex... He clenched his teeth and told himself it was none of his business what they did.
"Hey, I said what are you havin, man?" Justin prodded him.
"Oh, sorry!" Terry smiled at the waitress. "I'll have two eggs, scrambled, bacon, hash browns, coffee and OJ."
"Oink oink!" Justin laughed as the waitress left. "Strap on the feedbag!"
"And what are you having, smartass?" Terry smirked. Out of the corner of his eye he saw JC look at him disapprovingly. 'Note to self: no using language even close to swearing around JC in public.' He already felt like JC was the disapproving father who didn't want young Justin dating the wrong kind of guy. He didn't notice Lance lean over a moment later and whisper in JC's ear "Hey, go easy; give him a chance. Justin likes him."
Terry was on his best behavior the rest of the meal, though he felt a little trapped between Lance's hypnotic gaze and Justin's playful antics. The latter boy kept pressing his knee against Terry's or poking him in the ribs.
"So what's on the agenda for the rest of the day?" Chris asked around a mouthful of pancakes. "There's not much else on the Big Island is there?"
"There's that big telescope; I'd like to see that." Lance suggested.
"Oh yeah, the Keck!" Terry agreed. "That would be cool."
Everyone else looked at them like they were from Mars. "What a couple of geeks you guys are!" Chris snorted.
"There's a rain forest tour." Joey suggested, shuffling through a bunch of brochures.
"I'm glad SOMEONE has stepped in to be the organized one!" Chris said, looking pointedly at JC and Lance.
"We could just lay out and chill." Justin said plaintively.
"There's time for the rain forest and catching some rays, I think, but the telescope is a long way away. Sorry, astronomers." He smiled at Justin and Terry.
"Okay, let's hit it!" JC stood up.
Joey made the arrangements and soon they were climbing along a trail under a beautiful green canopy. Their guide pointed out numberless colorful birds and other wildlife, keeping them busy with their cameras. Joey and Terry were getting everything on their camcorders. It got warm even under the trees; JC and Justin stripped down to their wife beaters.
At one point they were climbing along an uneven spot and Terry started to lose his balance. Justin reached out to catch him, but they both tumbled onto a bed of ferns. "You okay?" Terry asked, his arms around Justin.
"Yeah, you?" Justin said between giggles. "Guess that didn't work the way I planned."
"This isn't bad, though." Terry smiled and gave Justin a quick peck on the cheek before helping him up. He let his fingers trail over Justin's smooth skin, so tight under his lean muscles, as they parted.
"You guys be careful." There was JC, glaring at them.
As much as Terry admired Joshua Chasez, this was starting to get on his nerves. They were headed towards a confrontation -- something he could never have imagined even a few days ago. Whether it was rational or not, he had idolized these guys. But they were only human: capable of being jealous, confused, angry. Terry believed in his heart that JC was only being protective; he needed to convince him that he would never hurt Justin.
The curly-headed blond noticed JC's look, and a moment later he took Terry's hand. "Don't worry about JC, he'll warm to yah. He jus' wants to be my big daddy all the time."
"Just so that's all it is." Terry grumbled.
Justin stuck his tongue out at the designer, but squeezed his hand.
Later, Lance and JC trailed behind the others on the path. JC took Lance's hand and pulled him back.
"What?" Lance looked at him innocently.
"Come here." JC smiled and pulled the blond against him.
"Hmmm..." Lance moaned as their lips met and JC's arms went around him.
JC reluctantly broke the kiss. "I just missed holding you."
"Me too. You feel so nice. It's beautiful here, isn't it?" Lance put his head on JC's shoulder.
JC sighed. "I have a bad feeling about Terry and Justin."
"Oh JC, leave them alone." Lance pleaded. "I think Terry's all right, and I think he really cares for Justin. Besides, it sounds like Terry's going to be touring with us; maybe you should try to be nicer to him. He's scared of you, I think." He added with a little smirk.
"Good." JC said grimly. "I want him to know that if he ever hurts Justin he'll have to deal with me."
"Josh..." Lance began hesitantly. The very last thing Lance wanted was to interfere, but he felt deep down that JC's behavior was only hurting himself and Justin. And Lance wasn't about to let these recent days of confusion wash away four years of friendship with them both. He took a deep breath and forged on. "Are you sure there isn't something else going on here? Are you sure this isn't about your guilt for hurting Justin... because you don't feel the same way about him as he does about you?" He looked up at JC.
"What!?" JC barked. Several startled birds took flight. The taller boy's eyes hardened to icy glittering sapphires. "Where do you get that?"
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry Josh." Lance pleaded. "Don't be mad. I don't want to fight." He hugged JC desperately, feeling the tension in his lean body. He prayed he hadn't made a terrible mistake. An endless minute of silence passed, then...
"No, I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to snap at you baby." JC sighed. "Maybe you're right." He slumped a little against Lance. "I'll try to ease up, okay?" He said, giving him a squeeze.
"Thanks." Lance smiled, visibly relieved. "Now we better catch up before they send out search parties for us... again!"
They came around the bend hand in hand and Justin was waiting with his camera. "Look!" He said with a smile, "Rare Orlandian singing lovebirds!" He snapped a picture, turned and bolted. Laughing, they ran to catch up.
The rest of the day was uneventful, though JC had a hard time resisting the urge to watch Justin and Terry. He saw them holding hands again and felt himself getting tense. Then Lance's fingers tickled the back of his neck and he remembered he had someone even more important to think about -- and be thankful for.
After dinner they hung out on a torchlit patio for awhile for the nightly limbo party. They all gave it a try: Lance was the worst, while the limber Terry and JC both proved to be able limbo dancers. JC finally edged Terry out, earning applause from the other contestants. The designer made a point of congratulating the singer. "Should have known you'd be the contortion king!" he offered his hand.
JC took it and smiled. "Thanks! You're not so bad yourself. And, uh, I'm glad you hung with us today. I think Justin really likes you."
Terry smiled and looked over at the curly-headed blond, who was bouncing up and down in his seat while telling some story to some other guests. "I like him a lot too. He's a great guy. I was concerned about our age difference, but if he doesn't care, I don't. I'm happy to go slow and let him set the pace."
"I'm glad to hear that. Justin's a very special young man. And of course, you're the first guy he's ever... dated."
"JC... I want you to know, I think he's very special too. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him, please believe that. I know what it's like and I wouldn't wish it on anyone -- especially Justin." Terry said seriously, meeting JC's probing gaze.
"That's all I can ask, I guess. It's just that... sometimes I look at him and he's still that twelve-year- old kid from Mickey Mouse Club who used to come to me in tears cause he missed his mom. We'd just hug each other, and I think I got as much from it as he did. Sometimes it got real lonely, especially touring, and we were both so young." JC wiped his eyes. "Anyway, I apologize for being cold, but you have kind of dropped out the sky, and the last few days have been just overwhelming for all of us."
"I hear that. Facing your sexuality can be traumatic. Sometimes you got to wonder if things aren't 'meant to be' though... I mean, I look at you and Lance, and it just makes me smile to see how much you guys are in love."
"Yeah, I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now."
They joined the other guys, and all soon agreed to hit the sack early because they had a big day of filming ahead.
Justin took Terry's hand. "Walk you to your room?" He smiled coyly.
They said their goodnights; As they were walking down the hall towards Terry's room hand in hand, Justin sighed.
"Wassa matter, kiddo?"
"Tomorrow's our last day here, then it's back to the 'real world.' We got a hella schedule, between filming videos, doing some work on our new album, and rehearsing for the tour... and I'm sure you got all kinda work to do."
"Yeah. But at least my work is portable. I can go wherever you guys go."
They got to Terry's door. The designer looked down shyly. "Would you like to come in?"
"I would, but then we wouldn't get to sleep anytime soon. And we have to be up at like 5." Justin grinned.
"Damn."
"Sorry." But then the blond leaned against Terry and gave him a tender kiss.
Terry slipped his arms around Justin's narrow waist and pulled him close. His kissed him again, encouraged as he felt the youth's hands slide up his back and return the hug.
"Hmmm, this feels soo nice man. I can't believe I've been missing the fun of makin' out with a guy all this time." Justin murmured between tender kisses.
"We'll have to make up for lost time." Terry smiled wickedly.
"I like that plan!" Justin grinned. "Okay guy, I'll see you downstairs at 5:30 sharp."
"Okay buddy." Terry reluctantly let the youth go, then watched as the hunky bundle of energy bounded down the hallway.
Lance rested his head on JC's chest and tenderly ran a finger along the taller boy's ear. He sighed happily as Josh hugged him a little tighter and they snuggled in bed under the covers. "I saw you and Terry talking outside, is everything ok?" The blond asked.
"Yeah, we talked about Justin a little. He does really care for Curly, but it's like he's from a different world than we are. I don't know if it can work between them."
"Well, it's not like Terry is planning on having his way with Justin and tossing him aside. If we want to analyze it logically, he's not going to screw up this career opportunity."
"People often don't to the logical thing." JC answered.
"True. But it seems like the best thing we can do is just be supportive and hope for the best. Justin has to make his own decisions." Lance lifted his head up to look into JC's eyes.
"You're right, as usual honey." Josh said in a gently mocking tone. "Now give me a kiss."
Their lips touched and Lance felt again that wonderful ache in his chest. He hugged JC tight and whispered "I love you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'll never have to worry about that, James."
To be continued...
End of Part EIGHT! Email me and tell me what you think! lictor (at) aol (dot) com