The Beauty Chapter 10 By: Suma L.
Songs That Inspire The Story Offspring -- Why Don't You Get A Job Orgy -- Stitches Our Lady Peace -- Clumsy Poe -- Angry Johnny REM -- Shiny Happy People Ricky Martin -- She Bangs Semisonic -- Singing In My Sleep Shonen Knife -- I Wanna Be Sedated (Sorry about the coincidence of the alphabetical thing) Smashing Pumpkins -- 1979 & Tonight, Tonight David Clayton-Thomas -- Too Many Dirty Dishes (I actually attended a David Clayton-Thomas with Blood, Sweat, and Tears concert last night. It was fantastic. Very blues and big band. Can't wait till Dave Mathews Band comes back to KS!) Polaris -- Hey Sandy (For those of you who don't know, this is the theme song to The Adventures of Pete & Pete) Ween -- Pork Roll Egg And Cheese (If you listen to this, I hope you find it as strangely euphoric as I did)
DISCLAIMER
This story isn't supposed to imply anything about the members of Nsync or anyone else involved in the story. This is all made up. In better English, IT'S NOT REAL! If you're too young in your area or it's illegal, then leave. If homosexual themes offend you then you may want to leave as well.
Chapter 10 -- Broken Rules
TWO WEEKS LATER
Joey laid back in the large black executive chair that sat firmly on the floor of the moving bus. He looked over at all his bandmates as they slept. Lance was curled up in a ball on the floor, Chris was lying next to him, and JC and Justin were cuddled together on the loveseat. It was one of those moments that would bring a tear to your eye, but for Joey, he only laughed, because Chris had just mumbled some of the lyrics to "This I Promise You." 'A sex dream, Christopher? On the floor of the bus?' Joey thought to himself and then chuckled as Chris's hand find the top of his jeans. He stuck out his foot and nudged Chris to wake him up.
"Hey, I, oh whoa, hey, Joe." Chris said, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"Oh, um, nothing. Why?"
"You were two seconds away from masturbating in front of me." Joey crossed his arms, and stifled a giggle as he gave him a stern look.
"I was not! Okay, yeah, so? You shouldn't have been so interested! Pervert!" He laughed, and threw his hands up in the air signaling that he gave up. "So, what do you think your going to do tonight? You and Lance have anything planned?"
"Actually, no we don't. Are you going clubbing, Chris? If you do, please take Lance with you, okay? He never gets out anymore; all he does is either work on his Freelance paperwork or spends all his time with me. I love that, and all, but I really want him to get out more."
"And take Justin too." Joey and Chris turned around to find JC sitting up. "Take Justin too. He never gets either. He just sits around eating or playing N64. And when he's not doing that, he's hanging all over me. I love it too, but it's getting old. He's too young to stay inside! Take him to the nightlife, Chris!"
"You guys are putting a lot of pressure on me." Chris warned. "And when too many people put pressure on me... I GET DRUNK! WOOHOO!"
"SHH!" Joey and JC hissed back at the same time.
"Okay, well you know what I mean. JC, I know how you feel about Justin drinking because he's only 18. And Joey, Lance doesn't like drinking very much, but he won't loosen up without one!"
"Well, just let Justin drink a little."
"Make Lance responsible for him. He'll do a good job, and make sure Justin only drinks a little bit." Joey suggested.
"So it's agreed that Justin can drink?" Chris asked, and popped his knuckles casually.
"A little." Joey and JC said in unison.
"Okay, I get it!"
"I don't want to go, Joey! PLEASE don't make me go! Please please please please!" Lance begged, getting on his knees and clinging himself to Joey's leg like a little boy.
"No, Lance, your going. It will be good for you! Justin will be there, and so will Chris. But just make sure that Justin only drinks a little bit. JC's worried about him."
"I don't care! I just want to be with you! Stay here with you! PLEASE! I mean, what are you and JC gonna do anyway?"
"Watch a movie. Talk. Get some well needed peace and quiet!"
"We can have that! We can have that, Joey, just please don't make me go!"
"Why do you want to stay so bad?"
"Because I want to be with you!"
"Aw, Lance!" He bent over to kiss Lance's lips softly. "NO GO!" Before giving him a moment to react, Joey picked up Lance, and set him back up outside the hotel door.
"Do I have to go?" Justin asked, replaying almost the same scenario as with Joey and Lance. The only difference was that Justin wasn't being as clingy about it. He wanted to stay with JC, but he also did want to go out to have a little bit of freedom without him.
"Yes, Justin. You have to go. Lance and Chris are going with you, you'll have a good time."
Justin's ears perked up a bit and the mentioning of Chris's name. Chris meant alcohol! "JC..." Justin said ever so sweetly, "JC, can I get a drink?"
"One drink, a small drink, and Lance decides how much and what kind."
Justin's heart sank. "But Lance won't let me drink anything! He won't even drink himself!" Justin pouted in hopes to get JC to change his mind.
"No buts." JC thought for a moment. "And I guess I mean that both ways." He added with a grin.
"Haha, JC. Very funny."
"Bye Justin!" JC said, shoving him out in the hallway where Justin met Lance face to face.
"I was just gonna knock! I can go back to my room, and we can just stay here, ok?" Lance said hurriedly.
"No! Bye, boys!" JC said happily, and shoved them both further into the hall.
"Hey, kiddies! Ready for a rousing evening of clubbing?" Chris asked cheerfully from across the limo. Justin and Lance just turned and glared at him. "It will be fun! I promise! Here we are!" He shrieked excitedly, jumped out of the vehicle, and had danced into the club before Justin even reached over to open his door.
As soon as they were inside, the pumping music began to make Justin's body flow a little. "Lance, can I have a drink?"
"Ugh, Justin, do you really want one?" Lance asked as they sat in a booth. Justin nodded rapidly as the waitress came up to them and asked for their order. "I'll have a long island iced tea, and I want a shot glass. Empty shot glass, please."
"Right away." The waitress replied, and was gone.
"Don't I get a say in my drink?" Justin pouted.
"You'll get however much of mine I want you to have. Your not getting drunk though. I PROMISED JC, and he'll beat me senseless if I let you drink anything more than half a glass." Lance took his drink from the waitress when she arrived, and poured some of it into the shot glass. "Here, Justin. You can drink this."
Justin drank it down with one gulp. "MORE!"
"Okay, fine! Just a sip. JUST A SIP! NO BIG GULPS, JUSTIN!" He cautiously slid his glass over to Justin who took it greedily. Justin turned away from Lance to drink it, and gulped down the whole glass before Lance could stop him. "JUSTIN! NO MORE! I'm going to order some more for myself, if you so much as touch the glass, you're going to die! I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back! Remember what I said!" Lance stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom.
The waitress came back with Lance's drink promptly after. "Can I get you boys anything else?"
"Um..." Justin's brain searched for the right answer. "Yes, vodka." Justin wasn't very worldly when it came to alcoholic drinks, but he new certain aspects of them. "I want anything with vodka. Concentrated with it. Three glasses."
"Right away, sir."
Justin tapped on the table nervously waiting until the waitress returned. And she did, quicker than before. "Nothing else now, right?"
"Come back in about 3 or 4 minutes."
"Alright." And she was gone.
He immediately set to it, drinking the three glasses of a yellowy strong tasting substance. Soon, they were gone, and the waitress was back. 'Lance is taking forever! GOOD!' Justin thought happily, and handed the waitress the two glasses, but stupidly left the receipt on the table without thinking. Lance was back just as she was walking away.
"Okay, good, you didn't touch it. I would of killed you if... JUSTIN!" The sharp tone in Lance's voice caused him to jump in fright.
"What?" He asked innocently.
"Justin, did you get more drinks?"
"No. I wouldn't do thatttt..." He began to slur. The alcohols effect was becoming more and more obvious.
"Justin, there is a receipt on the table that states that you bought two drinks. THREE DRINKS, JUSTIN! JC is going to KILL ME! You've basically had FOUR! I'm taking you home. I KNEW this was a bad idea." Lance tried to grab his arm, but Justin swatted him away.
"I'm stayin with Cwis!"
"NO YOUR NOT! Your coming with ME!"
"NO!" Justin cried out, and ran out onto the dance floor, dodging in between people so Lance couldn't find him.
"SHIT!" Lance cursed himself, then sat back down. He had to wait for Justin to be ready to go or there was no way he could go back. He didn't trust Justin with Chris. He didn't trust Chris with Justin either.
Justin let his body move to the beat of the music. The alcohol that flowed through his blood made him feel warm and good inside, and he thought he could dance all night. He could see Chris out of the corner of his eye, grinding away with a guy and a girl. Chris always managed to get the attention of both sexes.
A warm pair of hands was suddenly felt on his waist that pulled him back towards the body. With his judgment impaired, Justin was passive at the touch. He turned to see who the mystery person was, but they simply ducked. They came around to be full in front of him. His blurry eyes couldn't quite make out the face or much else except for the fact that it was a male.
The hands continued to roam all over his body, touching all the places that had be sacred to him for on JC's hands. Soon they were unzipping his pants. "I..." Justin began to murmur. He knew this was bad, not to mention the fact that he was in the middle of a club dance floor. The hands didn't stop. They dove unto his pants, and soon they had gone into his underwear. This was too much. "Stop." Justin commanded. When they didn't, he tried again, but louder. "Stop!" Still, nothing. Finally, he opened his mouth and let out a scream. "HELP!!!!!"
Lance lifted his head at the sound of a scream that suddenly became muffled. It had to be Justin. He ran down to the dance floor and searched through the crowd for him. Finally, there he was, in a curled up ball, a man just a foot away who turned on his heel and ran. Lance was too confused to chase after him. He bent over, and tried to comfort Justin. "C'mon, Justin. I think it's time to go. Let me go get Chris. I'll be right back."
He walked over to where Chris was, still grinding with the couple that thought of him as a fun accessory. "Chris, Justin and I are going. I suggest you do too."
"Aw, I wanna stay."
"I SUGGEST you do too." Lance turned, and went back to Justin to help him up. Once they were out the front door, the chauffer spotted them and pulled up, opening the door for them both. "Thank you." Lance whispered appreciatively just as the driver closed the door for them.
He sat inside; Justin's head had fallen onto his lap. Gently running his fingers through his hair he decided to question Justin on what happened. "Hey, Curly. What happened to you?"
"Some hands were touchin me. It was wrong. Some man. Wouldn't leave me alone. I screamed."
"Oh, Justin... I told you not to drink. I promised JC I wouldn't let you. He's going to kill me when I get you home."
"I'm sorry." Justin began to cry.
"It's okay, Justin. You and I are the youngest ones of the group, and I'm supposed to be the most responsible. You did your part, and I didn't do mine."
"Ok." Justin said, and sniffled a little.
As soon as the limousine pulled up at the hotel, Lance felt trouble brewing. JC was going to be angry. There was no way around it. 'Please be with JC, Joey.' Lance thought nervously, knowing that Joey would protect him.
He helped Justin into the elevator, out of the elevator, and to the room that was were Joey and JC were hanging out at. Pressing his head up to the door, he could hear them laughing about something. "Here goes nothing." He whispered, and knocked on the door.
"Hey, I'll get it." JC said, getting up. He went to the door, and unlocked it. He opened it to find Justin on the floor, and Lance tugging on his shirt.
"Oh, um. Hey. I can explain."
JC immediately felt worry for Justin and anger towards Lance running through his mind. Unfortunately, he didn't think he could control his actions at that moment. "EXPLAIN WHAT? YOU LET HIM GET DRUNK, DIDN'T YOU? WHY ARE HIS PANTS UNZIPPED!?!!" JC bent over, and scooped up Justin in his arms to look at him better. Justin started to come to. He inspected him for a moment, then laid him on the bed.
"I can explain!" Lance shrieked. Joey noticed what was going on, and stepped in between them to try and mediate. "I CAN! I got a drink, I gave Justin what he could have, and he begged for a sip. BEGGED! I told him one sip, he drank the whole glass!"
"A WHOLE GLASS WOULDN'T MAKE HIM THIS WAY, LANCE! YOU'RE LYING!"
"LET ME FINISH!" Lance shrieked, his voice becoming very shrill. "I went to the bathroom, and left him by himself! Just for a few minutes! JUST A FEW! When I came back, I found him with a receipt for three more drinks, and his voice was beginning to slur! I TRIED to take him home! He told me no and ran out onto the dance floor so I couldn't get to him. Then later, I hear a scream and it's Justin! Some guy was all over him trying to touch him! I grabbed Justin, told Chris we were leaving, and took him back to here!"
"I HAD A FEELING SOMETHING LIKE THIS MIGHT HAPPEN! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN WATCHING HIM! I PUT YOU IN CHARGE! I TRUSTED YOU, AND WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
"JC, I think you might be overreacting a little bit." Joey said in an attempt to be a referee.
"OVERREACT?! IF SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENED TO LANCE, DON'T YOU THINK YOU'D BE ACTING THE EXACT SAME WAY?!" Joey thought for a moment. JC was right. But that still didn't give him cause to be so cruel to his Lance. He looked up just in time to see JC raising his hand to either smack or punch Lance. He shoved him down, and pushed Lance back a ways into the hallway.
"Don't you DARE touch him, so help me God!"
"Joey, this isn't between us! Don't get involved!" JC yelled, beginning to stand up. Joey pushed him down again.
"Stay here! YOU need to cool off before you make another move! You do crazy things when your angry or scared JC. This is one of those times. GO TO BED! I'll see you in the morning, and everything will be fine!" Joey pushed Lance back into the hallway more, and shut the door behind him. He could here JC yelling something, but didn't really want to listen to what he had to say.
"C'mon, Lance." Joey snapped at him, and pushed Lance towards their room.
"Joey, are you mad at m." Lance was cut off by Joey.
"GO, LANCE!" Joey yelled into his ear.
Lance felt a tear drop onto his cheek, but hurriedly walked to the door, unlocked it, and ran inside.
Joey slammed the door, and immediately went into the bathroom to shower. Lance was left to cry on the bed, which he did. About twenty minutes later, Joey was out of the bathroom to find Lance still on the bed crying. He crawled up with him. His heart broke seeing Lance like this, knowing that he had somewhat caused it by his rudeness. "Lance... Lance, I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried. I didn't mean to get angry at you when we were in the hall. I'm sorry." He stroked the back of Lance's neck.
He watched the blonde turn around to face him, his beautiful eyes turned bloodshot. "I didn't want JC to be mad at me. I knew he would. It was an accident!"
"I know, baby. Why don't you try and get some sleep, and I'm sure we can work on all this in the morning." He rubbed Lance's back until he dozed off, and deep inside, he hoped what he said was true.
JC had just put Justin to bed. It was a struggle getting him undressed, and cleaned up, but he had done it. Justin had woken up to tell him a little bit about what happened. JC knew he had overreacted about the whole incident, and that Joey was right. Maybe they could talk about it in the morning. Just as he closed his eyes to fall into sleep as well, one last thought rang through his brain. 'Where's Chris?'
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Hey everyone! I'm back. I made this chapter a little longer than the others. Things for me are still not going as well as hoped, but I will still try and post. However, they chapters may just take longer to get out. I still love feedback! I especially love it on things where I turn the story around. Like now for instance. Anyhoo, Drop me a line, and I promise to write back. This I promise you. Okay, sorry, I just felt like being dumb for a second.
Until Next Chapter, ---Suma Sumacumlaude@hotmail.com