Chapter Four per Shametra's request! Sorry, this is a short chapter, but I just think that this is how it was meant to develop!!
Official Disclaimer: I do not know N*SYNC nor do I know anyone who does know them. This is fiction. Not based in any truth. (That I know of, but one can wish right?)
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Chapter Four: A Thin Line Between Love And Hate ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lance looked up as Justin entered the room. He wondered why Justin hadn't requested another room, since he was sure Justin had a problem with him being gay. And although he despised Justin for being so hypocritical, he couldn't help but be fascinated by the play of Justin's muscles as he lifted his bags onto the bed.
Justin was busy looking around the room, anything to avoid making eye contact with Lance. After his desire had become more controllable he began to feel guilty for the way he had been treating Lance. But there was no way in hell he was going to apologize to Lance. He knew what Lance would do if he did. Lance would say okay and hug him, but Justin must avoid Lance's touch at all costs. He had begun to crave Lance, crave Lance's arm around his shoulder. And the way Lance hugged, it was a full-body hug and it drove Justin wild.
During his avoidance of Lance's eyes he noticed that there were two single beds, two chairs, and a little table. All this furniture was crammed into the tiny room. The TV was mounted to the wall above a pathetic excuse for a dresser, which Lance was busy shoving things into.
"Are you putting your clothes in there?" Justin asked derisively.
"Yeah, why?"
"Why not just leave them in the suitcase? Its easier when you try to unpack, DUH!" Justin snorted.
"Because unlike you, I take pride in my personal appearance! I don't want my clothes to get wrinkled."
"I swear to God, you are such a fuckin' sissy! And I take plenty of pride in my appearance! If I didn't why is everybody always all over me? Nobody wants you, whether your clothes are wrinkled or not!" Justin yelled scathingly.
Lance stood up menacingly as soon as he heard the word "sissy". He was so pissed off that he felt like the top of his head was going to blow. He advanced on Justin while speaking in a voice so chilling and so low that it sent chills down Justin's spine.
"I don't know who you think you are, you spoiled rotten little prima-donna, but when you speak to me or anyone else like that, you are risking not only my anger, but also your pretty little face. I told you all once that I would not put up with any remarks like the one you just made. Do not ever say anything like that again. I am twenty times the man you may grow up to be. And as for people being all over you, I notice how much you take advantage of that and I'd be real careful if I was you, not only that they might runt to the press, but I'd also be careful of all the diseases that are no doubt running throughout your pathetic little body." Lance had by this time pinned Justin to the wall between the bed and the bathroom.
On one hand Justin was terrified of this manifestation of Lance's character.
But on the other hand, Lance was in control, and Lance being in control turned Justin on to no end. He could feel his boxers get tight, and then he knew for sure that his jeans were tenting out.
"Oh sweet Jesus, don't look down Lance, please don't look down!" he chanted in his mind. But luck wasn't with him.
Lance did glance down, and when he saw how turned on Justin was, he grabbed Justin's.......................................
TBC ----------------------------------------------------------------------------