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Before we continue, I would just like to say that I in no way know the guys of either Nsync or the BSB, or any other celebrity mentioned in this story. As such I cannot comment on their true sexuality, I can only speculate (and dream). If male/male sex offends you, what the hell are you doing in this part of the archive anyway, then please leave, also if you are underage, or it is illegal to read texts of this nature in your jurisdiction then please utilise a vital tool, your browser's back button.
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How we left it last time
"Do you still have that Crush on him" "No I don't still have a crush on Lance, I've fallen for James Lansten Bass, who happens to have the stage name Lance" "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure" "Well good for you, have you told him yet?" "Not yet, but I will, look Dad I really have to go now, I'll call you later" "OK son, Love you" "Love you too Dad, bye" I hung up and headed into the bathroom.
"So how's your Dad?" "He's OK, how much of that conversation did you hear?" "Just when you said 'Love you too Dad'"
I failed to notice the sly smile and look of triumph that crossed James' face.
Part 4
"Right, what do you want me to do?" "Just my back, legs and feet please" "OK" I grabbed the flannel and soap from him and started on his back, I got a good lather up on the flannel and then gently rubbed it all over his back, once I was satisfied I rinsed out the flannel and wiped the soap residue from his back. "Wheres your T-shirt Chris?" "I left it in the main room, I didn't want to get it wet, now are your feet ticklish James?" "Yeah," I was kneeling beside the bath, and I once again got up a good lather on the flannel, but this time I grabbed James' left leg and pulled it out of the water, I supported it with my left had, while I washed it with the flannel in my right. When I got to wash his foot, I made sure I applied enough pressure so as not to tickle him. I gently placed his leg back in the water and after rinsing the flannel again I used it underwater to rinse off the soap. I repeated the process on his right leg, although this time James nearly lost his balance, and his hand shot out and landed on my bare shoulder, I carried on washing his leg, and by the time I had started on his foot, I had noticed two things, one was that his hand was not just resting on my shoulder, his fingers were gently caressing it, and two that James was getting a little excited. A few minutes later I had finished washing James, and his hand had left my shoulder. "Are you gonna get out, or are you waiting until your little friend calms down?" He blushed bright red "Don't worry about it, it happens to all of us" "I thought you hadn't noticed," "How could I not notice, like I said what you've got is better than most" "Stop saying that," "No James, it's true, just learn to take a compliment once in a while will you. Now are you gonna get out, or wait until you look like a prune?" "I'll get out, but only on the condition that you are very careful when you dry me." "I will be as gentle as I can be, I promise" He stood up in the bath, and I had my hands either side of him, incase he slipped, He then lifted one foot out and down onto the floor and then the other one, I turned around and grabbed one of the soft cotton towels and wrapped it around James' shoulders and started to rub gently to dry him off, I moved all around his upper body, and down his arms, and then I moved down to his lower body. I dryed his ass, legs and feet, completely avoiding his still hard penis. Once I was done, I told him to close his eyes and picture his Grandma naked, Bingo, he was no longer hard. I very gently towelled off his penis and balls, and then scooped him up and carried him into the main room. I set him down on the bed and grabbed a clean pair of boxers from his bag, and slid them over his feet, I then got him to stand up, and I slid them up the rest of the way, I then got him to sit down again, and I removed the tape and clingfilm from his arm. Then I got his deodorant and sprayed him with that. "Do you want to wear what you had on earlier, or do you want new clothes?" "The stuff I had on earlier will be fine thanks Chris" I found his T-shirt and gently got him into that, then I found a clean pair of socks, and slid them onto his feet, then I grabbed his Khakis and got them over his feet, he stood and I slid them up fully and did them up. He sat down again and I sat next to him. "Do you still wanna do this singing competition tonight James?" "Yeah, of course I do. You said that the guys needed to be there for 8 didn't you" "Yup, and the crew should have all the speakers in by then as well" "So we're gonna sing as if we're doing a propper show" "That's the idea, except that the mixing board is only gonna be used for volume control, not like I usually would use it to improve the sound" "So you're gonna be in the mixing booth?" "No" "But how can you control the volume, if you're not in the booth, none of the guys could do it, and the crew will all be off by 7:45?" "I'll show you later James, you worry about your bank balance, and I'll worry about the sound system" "OK, but it should be you worrying about your bank balance" I laughed so hard at this comment, I fell off of the bed "Whats so funny?" "No time now James, I'll tell you later I promise, I want to tell all of the guys, but I promise I'll tell you first" A smile spread across his face, that lit up the room, it was truly a sight to behold, God did I have it bad for James. "OK, lets say we get some room service and head over to the arena, it's 6 now, so that should give us an hour or so to check everything is ready." "Good idea, pass me the phone and the menu, what do you want?" I handed him the phone, and went hunting for the menu, I found it in the dresser's top drawer, I handed it to James "Surprise me" "OK" James placed the order and we chatted idly for 10 minutes until it showed up, I dealt with the tip and we ate in silence, once we were finished I carried Lance to his wheelchair and then pushed him to the arena. "I can walk you know" "Yeah, I know, but I want you to save your energy for the performance tonight" "OK, if you insist" "I do" Once we were in the arena, I noticed that not one of my tech crew was around, and all the speakers had been set up, I headed up to the booth, and found that my mixing board had been set up, and that the speakers were wired into the 20 amplifiers, the amps were also wired into my board along with all the mics the guys would need during the show. James was looking around the room, even more awed than previously. "Why do you need so many amps in here?" "Each one controls the output to a different area of the arena and to one type of speaker in that area" I powered up the board and all of the amps. I also hooked the 50 CD changer up to a free input on the board and as it was computer controled added a wireless network reciever to the changers control input. I put a wireless network interface card into the slot on the mixing board as well, and quickly configured that to work properly. The last thing I connected was the digital mp3 player/recorder. When set up, this would record from up to 20 different inputs, creating 20 different mp3 files simultaneously, also it would take a pre-recorded mp3 file, and rip it in half, then play the vocals through one mixer channel, and the actual tune through another. A very clever device indeed. I set it up to record from the two mic channels we would be using, "James, have you chosen the song I'll be singing yet?" "Yeah," "Have you got the lyrics printed yet?" "of course" "And do you have a full mp3 file of it?" "Yup" "OK well can you rename that mp3 to 'CJ' please" He opened his laptop and tapped away quickly "OK done" I then found the file, and mine, and set the recorder/player to work, within seconds it had the two tracks ripped and set on the four spare channels I told it to use. I quickly set all the mixer controls on the six channels we would be using, so that there was no sound enhancement at all, it would just be pure untouched audio. I then muted the other channels, and we left the booth. I locked the door and pushed James down to where the guys were already seated. "OK guys, we want you to be the judges for a bet me and James have," "Yeah, I bet Chris $500, that I can sing better than him" "So we eached picked a song for the other to perform, for you guys and we want you to tell us who you think is the better singer" "Well, OK then, do you know what songs you're doing yet" "We haven't told each other the songs we picked yet JC" "Well, would it be a good idea to do that now" "OK, but we'll toss a coin to see who's singing first" "Well, I'll do that" said Kev "CJ?" "Tails" "It's heads, Lance you're up first"
I suddenly remembered my laptop was in the control booth "I'll be back in a sec guys, I just need my laptop" "OK, just don't fiddle with those controls," "I won't James, don't worry"
I walked up to the control booth and unlocked the door, I had to turn on the light, and then hunt about, it took me a few minutes to find it, and then I locked up again and headed back down to the guys.
<> "Listen guys, the first part of the plan is complete, I heard him on the phone to his dad, and he said he didn't have a crush on Lance, he had fallen for James Lansten Bass, who hapenned to have the stage name Lance" "I'm happy for you Lance" "Thanks AJ" "We all are, but have you told CJ how you feel about him yet" "Not yet, I'm gonna talk to him after this tonight" "Good Luck Lance, but somehow I don't think you'll need it" "netither do I, he's been so sweet and gentle with me, I got hard in the bath today, he didn't even blink an eye lid, just said that it happens to all of us and not to worry, anyone else would have taken the mick, I know any of you would've" "You'll be good for eachother, now we've done our bit, the final stage is all ready to go, all you have to do is pick your moment and call Karen,and she can set it all in motion, just make sure you're ready first, the's no going back, once you've told her to start it off." "I know Kev, don't worry. And thanks, all of you" <<>>
"Right guys, are you all ready" "Yeah," "Kevin, I want you to control the volume for me, just set it to whatever I tell you," "Ok, but how can I do that and still be here." I passed him my laptop, it had a graphic of the mixing board on it, with only the six channels we were using displayed "Is there nothing you can't do with computers" "not much Kev, not much"
I walked over to the stage, and handed James a sheet with the lyrics on it. "Ignore the highlights for the moment" "You must be joking, you want me to sing this?" "Yes I certainly do" "But I can't, I'll make a prat of myself in front of the original artists" "Just relax James, you won't make a prat of yourself, I know your vocal range, this should be eay for you. Now while your performing, just concentrate on me, keep eyecontact, avoid thinkng about the rest of the audience, you'll do great, I know you will" "OK Kev, click the play button that goes across the top of both JBvocal and JBtune, we'll play through the whole thing once, and then let Lance sing it" Kev quickly clicked the button, and the opening sounds of 'the call' roared through the arena. The Looks on all of the guys faces were priceless "You're gonna make him sing that," "no, only if he wants to do it Howie" "I do wanna do it, now shut up I'm trying to concentrate"
I hopped up on the stage and quickly moved behind the curtain and found the two headset mics we would be using, by the time I had the the song had played through once. I walked over to James, gave him a quick hug, and whispered in his ear that he would be fine, and handed him the headset. He slid it on easily and stood from his chair. I jumped down from the stage and sat in the front row far enough away from the guys, that as James kept eyecontact with me he wouldn't see them. "Kev, set JBmic to 100% and JBtune to 93.5%." "OK, done that" "OK when Lance is ready click the play button under JB tune" Lance nodded to Kevin and 'the call' came pounding out of the speakers again, only this time, the familiar voices of the BSB were absent, however James came in right on cue, and exuded confidence all through his performance. he did brilliantly, and all of us applauded at the end. He sat back down in his chair and I pushed him down the ramp, and put him next to the guys. He handed me a sheet of paper which I looked at, I smiled to myself. I pulled two highlighters from my back pocket and coloured in about three quarters of the song. "They're an Irish group," explained Lance, "called the corrs, I heard this song last time we were in Europe and I loved it" "You did well James, I had never heard of the corrs," I paused, looking at the smile that spread across his face as he thought he had won "until about 2 years ago, when I worked on their tour for 6 months, this song holds so much sentimental value too, I'll explain that later," "I want to change the song, you've got an unfair advantage" "James, did I tell you to pick this song, have I in anyway influencd your choice over this," "Um, no" "Then shut up whining, you haven't heard me singing yet, Kev" I turned around slightly so I was facing him "set both CJtune and CJmic to 100%" "Will you be heard over the tune" "Yeah, I will be, OK whenever you're ready to hear me click on the play button under CJtune" I bent over a put the lyrics face down on the stage just to really show off how well I knew the song. Just then the opening creschendo started and I waited for my cue, I heard it and started singing
"Say it's true, there's nothing like me and you Not alone, tell me you feel it too And I would runaway I would runaway, yeah, yeah I would runaway I would runaway with you
Cause I have, have fallen in love With you, no never have I'm never gonna stop falling in love, with you
Close the door, lay down upon the floor And by candlelight, make love to me through the night Cause I have runaway I have runaway, yeah, yeah I have runaway, runaway I have runaway with you
Cause I have, have fallen in love With you, no never have I'm never gonna stop falling in love, with you With you...
And I would runaway I would runaway, yeah, yeah I would runaway, runaway I would runaway with you"
I paused as a short guitar solo ripped through the arena, I was pleased so far, I had James almost continuosly blushing. The energy rushing through my system had caused me to be a little more brave and I was openly flirting with James while I was singing. My eyes had been roaming across all of the guys faces as I sang, but whenever I got to the 'cause I have fallen in love with you' parts I looked James straight in the eye, He went bright crimson when I looked him in the eyes as I sang 'Close the door, lay down upon the floor, And by candlelight, make love to me through the night', the guys all saw what I was doing to poor Lance, and busted out laughing, they silenced quickly as I continued singing, slightly louder than before.
"Cause I have, have fallen in love With you, no never have I'm never gonna stop falling in love, with you
With you... With you... With you..." As the last word faded throughout the arena a silence ensued, until each and every one of the guys started clapping and wolf whistling at me "Where the hell did you learn to sing like that?" asked Chris "Natural tallent," I replied, "James get back up here, and bring the words for 'the call'" "Why?" "don't question it, just do it," I laughed "OK, OK, just give me a hand will you" "Of course" I jumped down off the stage and pushed Lance back up on it "Now my dear, if you don't have any objection, I thought we might perform both the songs as duets" "Cool," "OK, Kev pass me the lap top" I grabbed it from him, and quickly got James performance to play back through the mic channel, I fiddled with the mixer and got it sounding as good as I could, I then did the same with the recording of me. I quickly configured it to record a third file with both of our mic channels and then turned to Lance. "OK, you sing the bits, highlighted Yellow, We'll both sing the green, and I'll sing the rest." "Can we do 'the call' first Chris" "Certainly" I quickly changed the settings of all the amp outputs as well, so that the whole lot would sound like a professional concert. Lance gave the thumbs up and I clicked on the play icon, once again the sounds of 'the call' rang through the arena. Just as James was about to start singing, he fell back in his wheelchair, and an earth shattering scream echoed around the arena. I was at his side in a flash, he had blacked out.
Well there you have it, that's part 4 over with. I don't know how often I'll be able to post from now on, I'm back to school tomorrow so the homework is gonna start interfering with my writing time, however I will aim to get out a least one posting a week, maybe more it depends on how much work I have to do, but take it easy I've got another holiday in 5 weeks, so you can almost be guaranteed one posting a day for a week or so in the future. The song used in this part, was called 'Runaway' by an Irish group called the corrs, it was originally on their album forgiven not forgotten, but is also on their new album best of the corrs, I claim no rights to this song whatsoever, it remains the property of the copyright holder.