Pains of Forgetfulness
Welcome to this installment of POF. I hope you like this story because I've had a blast writing it. You know the rules. If you're not supposed to read this, then don't. It's that simple. This story is about the pains of forgetting your true love. There is no sex in this installment, but maybe in another installment, there will be.
I have no idea whether any members of *NSYNC are gay, straight, or bisexual. Any similarities are purely coincidental. I don't know if any of them are gay, but I hope so. We can wish, can't we?
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Chapter 3: Understanding The Moment
Then it dawned on me. He couldn't have gotten far because I lived so far away from town. He couldn't have walked far. He definitely couldn't have gotten a taxi that fast. I opened the door and went out onto the porch.
Boy, did I feel really stupid. There was Lance leaning away from me on the railing looking out at the mountainside around him. I decided since he hadn't seen or heard me yet to use this chance to spring my surprise on him.
I slowly walked up behind him and when I was there behind him, I quickly wrapped my arms around him from the back. He thankfully didn't move a bit. All he was groan softly. I moved in closer and nuzzled the back of his neck with my chin. I think that started his motor because I thought I heard him start to purr.
"Grrrrr!" he purred softly. "Baby, you know how to turn me on," he said as he turned to face me.
"Have I ever told you how sexy your eyes are? I love the color of your eyes, and I could get lost in them forever." I said.
"I love your eyes too, babe." He said as we tightly hugged each other closer. Our lips met lightly as we felt the forgotten passion flow through our lips. It had been so long, and it seemed to me like it was the first time I had ever touched or kissed Lance in my life. It was all so new and different, but oh how I loved it.
Our passion in our lips started building as we started kissing stronger and more forcefully. I finally broke the kiss because I was beginning to feel weak. I went over to sit down on my porch love seat. Lance came over and sat down beside of me and asked what was wrong.
"Nothing's wrong, it's just that I'm kinda weak to do too much kissing. That was my first kiss, Lance!" I said.
"Yeah, in a way it was." He laughed. "You see, to be up to the excitement of falling in love with a guy like me, so how about we rebuild our relationship?"
"What kind of relationship did we have in the first place, Lance?" I asked.
"Well,. . . I was your boyfriend for almost a year. We grew really close, but we didn't see much of each other because I was touring with the guys, and you stayed here. I wish we could start our relationship over fresh. We just met, remember?"
"Yeah, we'll take it slow. I wouldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't have sex with some guy who I'd only known for less than a week. I mean, I'm not stupid and I don't plan to die early from some awful disease." I smiled.
"Thanks, Mike. You meant more to me than my whole world. You were my whole world, and a utopia at that." He smiled a big Lance smile.
"Well, now that I've given you my surprise, you have gotta tell me what my surprise is."
"What was your surprise?" Lance asked.
"Jimmy, it was the kiss, ya Nimrod!" I laughed. "How quickly we forget!"
"Oh, that was all? And don't call me Jimmy or I might have to just beat ya down." he said.
"Ok, James, I won't call you that again." I giggled. "What was my surprise?"
"Ok, your surprise is that you get to go with me on tour for a while. You need to recuperate, and you won't do that unless I sit and watch you like a hawk." James said.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I would just run around and not rest at all.
When do we go?"
"Umm, we have to go back to-" James stopped. His cell phone was ringing.
He pulled it from his pocket, and answered it.
"Hello? Hey, Just, what's up?"
I heard a lot of yelling on the other end of the phone, so I decided to leave and let Lance talk.
"Just, calm down. I'm doing fine. I'm sorry I didn't call you and tell you where I was, but I've been really busy."
"Where are you at, Lance?" Justin asked.
"I'm in Boone, North Carolina now, but I'll be at the concert by tonight."
"Why aren't you here? What are you doing?" Justin yelled.
"Well, ummm. . . You know my boyfriend Mike? I was coming to visit him here in Boone, but he got in an accident last night. He has amnesia now."
"That's awful! Well, at least he remembers you." Just said consolingly.
"That's the thing! He doesn't remember me, and it's really hard on me." Lance started to cry.
I was lying on the couch, stiff and deep in thought. I closed my eyes and tried to get a little peace from all the thoughts hurtling through my mind. I wanted to rest, but how can you when your mind is on hyper drive?
I suddenly felt something wet lick my neck. Oh Lance, trying to sneak a kiss. I jerked up from the couch, and I saw a cat sitting there. A cat had licked me. My imagination was running on overdrive, I thought.
I plopped onto the arm of the couch and stared blankly out the window.
I drifted off to sleep, and I stirred when I felt warm arms wrap around me from behind. Lips touched mine softly, and then as I became more awake, the kiss became more forceful. I turned to wrap my arms around Lance's middle without breaking the kiss. I felt him trying to spread my lips apart as his tongue begged to enter my mouth. I resisted for a moment or so, but I finally gave in, as his tongue probed the insides of my mouth. This was all so new to me, as if I'd never felt anything like this in my life ever before. It felt great.
I felt Lance's hands move up under my shirt and then under the waistband of my underwear. He massaged my mounds of my butt cheeks under my shorts. I was a virgin again. I'm sure I wasn't, but it felt like it because everything was a new experience.
Lance's scent. His tongue. His hot mouth. The closeness we felt. It was all so new.
Then, I stopped and froze. I was suddenly so tired. I leaned back on the couch. I felt like I could sleep for years, and still be tired. Lance wrapped himself around my body.
"What's wrong, Mike? Are you going to faint?" Lance asked.
"Uhhhh. . ." I couldn't speak. My lips wouldn't make any words.
"We need to get you to a doctor." Lance said as he got off the couch.
Words finally came out of my mouth. "No, I don't need to see the doctor. I'll be fine. I just need to stop and rest. I'm so tired, I could sleep for a week."
"Well, ok, you do need to get some rest." He pulled my legs to the other end of the couch so I could lie flat. I was so tired.
Lance looked at his watch. It was 3 o'clock. OH NO!
"Mike, get up! We have to hurry up and go to Charlotte for my concert tonight!"
"Oh, no!" I grumbled.
Lance called a cab on his cell phone.
"The cab will be here in ten minutes." Lance said.
"Ok," I said drowsily on the couch.
"We're in Charlotte." Lance nudged my shoulder in the back seat of the cab.
"Take me to the hotel, Lance, please. I feel like crap." I said.
"Ok, babe." He said as I leaned back into James' shoulder.
Once I was in Lance's hotel room, I collapsed on the bed.
"I'll be back after the concert, Mike. You gonna be ok?"
"Yeah, great." I mumbled.
Lance walked out the door to go to the coliseum to be in his concert with the guys.
To Be Continued. . .
Well, what did you think? Was it garbage and not worth the time of day to read it? Or was it so engrossing you couldn't stop reading it until the deadly words, To Be Continued. . . were placed at the end? Email me, and tell what you thought. My address is: mikeyboyz1029@hotmail.com. I hope to have the next chapter up by the end of the month, but no promises. Well, I've pretty much planned out the whole story very vaguely, so if you want to tell me how you think the story should go, then drop me a note. Until next time, Michael. :)