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.
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?
Comments are welcome at: mikeyboyz1029@hotmail.com. I would love it if you dropped me a line. Ok, now to the story.
Chapter 6: Where'd They Go??
Lance ran away from the screaming girls and jumped into a small bookstore. He ducked behind a shelf, and placed his sunglasses on and his floppy hat. He kept them in his pocket, always for emergencies like this.
Lance walked out of the bookstore, and was not recognized. He made his way over to the bench where his lover was sitting. Michael was looking around, but his back was turned to Lance. Lance came up behind Michael quietly, and started to massage his shoulders.
Michael jerked around to see a strange man rubbing his shoulders. The guy had dark glasses and a floppy hat on his head.
"Who are you?" Michael questioned angrily.
"It's me, baby. Lance." The man said as he removed his hat and glasses. Lance's eyes were red and his face was drained and pale.
"Come and sit down, baby. I want to talk to you." Michael said.
"I want to talk to you too. Oh. . . have you had dinner yet? I've been so worried about you I haven't eaten anything all day." Lance said.
"I haven't eaten today, either. I don't have my wallet with me."
"Listen, Mike, I am so ashamed of the way the others acted toward you. I thought they were above that kind of foolish behavior."
"No harm done." Michael said.
"But that's the thing, it did cause harm. I worried about you all day. And I've come to the conclusion that. . . Well, I'll tell you later. I'm just glad I found you."
"I'm glad you found me too."
"Let's go eat. I'm starved and I saw a little sidewalk cafe down the street that looks perfect."
They got up off the bench and walked toward the cafe.
"Wow, the scoop I've been looking for. . . Lance Bass and his gay lover." A woman said from down the street. She had watched the conversation from just down the street.
"This article will sell for big bucks." The woman laughed.
"Me and my stud are back together," Michael thought. "You don't realize how you miss them until you are separate. My baby. . . forever"
"So. . ." Lance interrupted Mike's thoughts. "What are you going to eat?"
"Ummm. . . The house special, Chicken Salad, I think."
They ordered and sat back in their chairs talking.
"How's your memory doing?"
"It's still very fussy, but I have enough memory back to know that I love you, Lance Bass. Those feelings seem to be resurfacing the fastest. I don't know why."
"That's great."
They chatted back and forth about nonsense for the rest of dinner. They seemed eager to talk, but not about anything depressing, matters such as the band. That topic was an unspoken memory at the moment. They wanted to talk about old times (a difficult task with only one person sharing the memory), concerts plans, N*SYNC's new album, Celebrity, and other trivial topics.
After the meal, Lance and Michael headed out to the street.
"Well. . . the moment of truth. . . time to go to the hotel." They walked to the hotel, but they stood outside the door of the lobby as if there was an evil spirit in the hotel, and they didn't want to get near it.
Lance and Michael entered the lobby, and dragged themselves to the elevator. When they made it to the guys' rooms, Michael stood back from the door, while Lance knocked.
The door was opened and Chris was standing there.
"Hey, Lance, Mike, come in. We need to talk." Chris said.
Lance and Michael walked into the room hesitantly.
All the guys seemed glad to see them, and they all seemed apologetic.
"Lance, Mike, I'm really sorry for what I said this morning. That was not what I should have been saying. I was wrong. Will you both forgive me?" JC asked (or begged).
"Will you forgive me, Mike, and Lance?" Joey asked. "We just never realized how much you meant to Lance, and how much he worried about you last night. I guess your safety weighed pretty heavily on his mind, and he just couldn't perform his best."
"But, it's all good now." JC said. "You look like you're both doing pretty well."
"Yeah, we're doing much better." Mike smiled.
"Boy. . . am I tired. . ." Lance said as he searched for his room key outside his hotel room door.
"Awwww. . . I hope you aren't too tired." Michael purred as he and Lance stumbled into the room.
Finally they got their chance. Their first meaningful loving embrace all evening. They looked deep into each other's eyes and locked lips together.
Their passions flowed through their lips, and they continued to get more and more turned on as their kissing continued.
Michael pushed Lance down onto the bed as their loving continued. Lance's shirt came over his head. And he moaned in ecstasy as his nipples were being teased by his man. Michael licked over his left nipple and it sent Lance wild with passion. He started bucking and moving around underneath Michael's body. Michael moved his hands down Lance's body until he reached the front of Lance's pants. Wow, Lance was as hard as a rock, so Michael quickly unbuttoned Lance's pants down to his boxers.
Lance's dick stuck out the front of his boxers begging to be sucked, so Michael decided to fulfill Lance's cock's wishes.
Michael was so horny by this time that he moved around with his pants off up to where Lance could get access to Michael's beautiful cock.
They started hot and heavy into a full 69 positions where they were both giving each other what they wanted.
Michael started by licking the tip of his cock, but finally got all the way down to Lance's pubes. They both were rocking on the bed, each bringing the other closer and closer to the edge of climax. When Lance tried to warn Mike that he was about to cum, all he got out was a mumble with a huge cock embedded in his mouth.
They both had explosive orgasms and shot off down each other's throats with them each swallowing the other person's cum.
Wow, that was great, they both thought, but they just laid there and fell asleep in the warmth of each other's arms. They never woke up to clean themselves off because they were so tired from their frustrating day.
Michael woke up on the next morning, on a hotel room floor. It wasn't too comfy, and he was alone. It finally dawned on his where he was, but where was Lance? He looked around the room, but lance wasn't there. He wasn't even in the bathroom.
"Oh well, he must have just stepped out a sec."
Suddenly, KNOCK! KNOCK!
Oh no, someone's at the door, Michael thought. Well, he looked down at himself, at least he was dressed to open the door.
He got up and looked out the peephole. There was a man there with a vase of red roses in hand.
Michael opened the door.
"Ah, yes," the man said, "Is Michael here? This is a delivery for him (pointing at the flowers)"
"Oh, that's me. Thanks." Michael said as he gave the man a tip and took the flowers.
"They're beautiful!" Michael said as he closed the door. He found the card and read it.
Dear Michael, (my love)
Meet me down in the lobby at 12 noon. I have a surprise for us.
Signed,
Loverboy
"Wow, a surprise. I wonder what it could be. . ." Michael said. "Well, I'll find out soon enough. . . wow, 11:30 already. I better hurry!"
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 or IM me at HPUGuy1029 on AOL Instant Messenger, and tell me what you thought. My address is: mikeyboyz1029@hotmail.com . Well, I've pretty much planned out the whole story very vaguely (although the story has changed significantly since I started it), so if you want to tell me how you think the story should go, then drop me a note. I love email!!! Until next time, Michael.
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