Chapter Six!!! Thanks to everyone for all the encouragement. Metra, Billy, David, Raymond, Rion...all of you have been so helpful. Thank you so much for making me feel like my first story is halfway decent. This chapter is dedicated to Penelope for her encouragement, not only with the story but also with Mr. Scratch and Sniff!!!!! I would really like to recommend her story "Not Until You Love Me". It's AWESOME!!! And if you want a great tearjerker, read "Its Not Right". You go Penelope!!! And Pen, if you don't get more of "NUYLM" out soon I'm gonna go INSANE!!! This chapter is also dedicated to my roommate, who suggested that the boys go to a reggae club where a Rasta-man (sp?) hits on Chris. Keep in mind, it's five in the morning and my roommate is drunk and high!! She's also reading Teen and eating pizza (She wants me to include that it's sausage and black olive pizza). Anyway, on with the story!
Official Disclaimer: I do not know N*SYNC nor do I know anyone who does know them. (But I do have tickets to their July 6 concert in Houston!!!!! WOOHOO!! Thanks Smee for buying them for me!!!) This is fiction. Not based in any truth.
Feedback is appreciated as always!
Chapter Six: A Thin Line Between Love And Hate ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Justin got out of his bunk only after composing himself. He adjusted his clothes and made his way to the front of the bus. Lance looked up from the couch where he was sitting and looked Justin straight in the eyes and grinned!
"Fucker, grinning at me like that, now I'm really embarrassed!" Justin thought to himself as he looked at the ground and blushed.
"Hey sleepy head, took you long enough to get up. We've been parked in front of the hotel for fifteen minutes!" JC said in a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "C'mon lets go...the fans are going insane. They think we are teasing them!!!"
"Well, hey...that's what I was goin' for you know. Makes us mysterious!" Justin joked as he headed to the doors. "Well, lets go, they've waited long enough" he smirked.
"Yeah, yeah...we're right behind you, smart ass!" Joey grumbled. Joey, JC, Chris, followed Justin out into the crowd, trailed by Lance. Lance was last on purpose. It gave him the chance to check out Justin's sweet ass and also to think about his game plan. He had known what he was doing when he went to wake Justin up. He knew that Justin was masturbating, but he had been shocked and pleasantly surprised when Justin moaned his name.
Lance stepped off the bus to renewed screams by the frenzied fans. He and the rest of the boys enjoyed time with the fans. It was such a rush, that feeling of being adored and wanted. He shook hands, took pictures, smiled, and signed autographs. He was having such fun with the fans that he didn't realize he was the last one out in the crowd. The guys had already entered the hotel, not realizing that he wasn't right behind them.
When he finally got into the hotel he found the guys waiting by the elevators. They had already picked up the room keys and distributed them. As luck would have it he was in room that was right next to Justin.
The guys made their way up to the floor management had reserved for them. Each went to their rooms to unload their things with the agreement to meet up in JC's room within an hour so that they could hit the club scene.
Justin explored his room, dumping his suitcase on the bed. He wouldn't bother to unpack; they'd only be in Austin for a few days. He went into the bathroom and found that it had an extra door. Not being the most observant person in the world, he didn't realize that Lance was staying in the room next to his. He opened the door to Lance's and found Lance lying on his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other stroking his rock hard cock. Justin's eyes bulged at the sight of Lance's huge erection. He had never seen a cock so large; in his eyes it was enormous.
Justin squeaked. Lance quickly lowered his arm and once again, looked Justin directly in the eye and grinned.
"Yes? Can I help you? I'm a little busy at the moment, but if you give me twenty minutes I can devote myself entirely to you" Lance leered at Justin lasciviously.
"Um...um...shit," Justin yelled, running back to his side of the bathroom and slamming his door. He leaned against it, breathing hard and visualizing Lance's hugely erect cock.
"Oh god," Justin moaned as his hands slipped down to his own semi-hard cock. He started to rub himself through his jeans. He quickly unbuttoned his pants pushing them down to his knees, his hands delving into his silk boxers to fondle himself. Rubbing his length with one hand, Justin caressed his balls and gently tweaked his curling pubic hairs. He moved his left hand up to gently rim his head, spreading his shaft with his own juice. Once his shaft was glistening, he quickly moved his right hand, pumping his throbbing member furiously, all the time picturing Lance rubbing his cock, taking it into his mouth and suckling at the head.
"Aaah, aaaaaaaaah, oh Lance, oh God, oh...aaaahhh, aaaaah" Justin breathed as he felt the first white hot rush of fulfillment. His body shook and his hands trembled as he came, the cum spurting all over his hand and his shorts and pants. He rode his climax to the end, that all over shivery, weak feeling making him sink to the carpet in near-exhaustion.
On the other side of the door, Lance had his ear pressed to the door.
"He's gonna be mine. I've got him right where I want him," Lance chuckled to himself. He was totally confident that Justin would be his. There was absolutely no question in his mind.
Later that night...............
The guys were at Bob Populars, a great club in Austin, enjoying the nightlife. The guys had already hit Sixth Street, the epicenter of Austin nightlife.
Everyone was at the table right now. Joey and Chris were shouting to each other over the music, discussing the hot little blonde girl and her equally hot friend who had been giving them the eye for the last ten minutes. They came to a decision and stood up to make their way over to the girl.
JC was bobbing his head to the music as he sipped his rum and coke. He had noticed that Lance hadn't danced with anyone all night, while Justin had been on some sort of spree, dancing with anything with tits. He thought he knew what was going on. He had seen Lance and Justin looking at each other funny, but neither seemed to be acknowledging it to the group, so he figured that it was up to them to work it out.
Justin stood abruptly to make his way out to the dance floor. As soon as he was a few feet from the table, Lance stood and followed. The next part of his plan was about to be put into action.
Justin immersed himself in the crowd, gyrating to the music. He got so caught up in the music that he closed his eyes and just flowed with it. He felt a pair of arms encircle him from behind, the body pressing up against him, rubbing a hardness into his ass, and grinding into him. He pressed back against this broad heat and gripped rock hard thighs behind him. He began to shimmy, stroking the hardness in that faceless body's pants. The music shifted smoothly into another pulsating beat and he felt himself being abruptly turned around. He was suddenly staring into green eyes filled with the fires of lust. He felt his own hardness rubbing into Lance's thigh where Lance's leg was between his.
Lance was enjoying himself immensely, he was holding Justin in his arms pressed length to length and Justin was grinding his stiff cock into his thigh. He leaned forward and traced the outline of Justin's lips with his tounge, gently lapping up the sweat that beaded above Justin's upper lip.
The song abruptly ended, and the spell was broken. Justin's eyes widened and he looked shocked at what had just transpired.
He pushed Lance sharply away from him and screamed, "Get off me!" He quickly shoved his way back to the table and told a startled JC that he was tired and would catch a cab back to the hotel.
Lance followed behind him quickly enough to catch Justin's parting words to JC. He smirked after Justin while taking a seat next to JC.
"What was wrong with Justin?" JC asked.
"Beats me," Lance said, "I guess he was just tired."
"Right" JC said sarcastically.
The guys stayed at the club for a few more hours. They finally left at three in the morning, but only because they had a show the next night. Chris and Joey had gotten the little blond and her friends' phone number and had plans to meet them after the show tomorrow night. They were happy and talked excitedly about the dates they had set up. JC looked out the window of the limo on the ride home, while Lance plotted his next move in his campaign to have Justin.
TBC ----------------------------------------------------------------------------