This is the first boyband slash fic I've written, so I would love your feedback, positive or negative, long or short, just please please please send me some feedback, my mailbox gets lonely on its own!
As you may have imagined from the fact that you're reading this, I will be continuing to post the story. But I still want feedback, I write because it enables me an escape and I enjoy doing it, but I also do it for you, and unless you tell me I cannot possibly know what you think of the story or how you'd like me to change the plot from my original ideas, to improve it for you. I would just quickly like to thank all of you who sent me feedback from my plea, there are just too many of you to mention (although if you haven't sent me any comments yet, Hotmail always have room for more).
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. Also please check out Andy's cool website @ www.envy.nu/dreamslash my story is also posted there.
Finally I would just like to say that I am sorry this is a short part compared with the rest, but I thought after the response you deserved some more of the story so here is what I have written so far.
Where we left it last time
"OK well it's a fairly short story really, My Grandfather founded Jive 53 years ago, when he died, I expressly said to him not to leave me any money in his will, he did despite my wishes, but he also left me his mansion in Montreal and Jive. My dad runs it, I just keep half the yearly profits of it and check over contracts etc once in a while." "So why did you laugh so much when I said that you'd better think of your wallet" I closed the contracts on the Laptop and connected my mobile phone to it and quickly accesed the internet, I was at my stockbrokers site fairly quickly. "James, I get half of Jives yearly profit plus the money my Grandfather left me with, this money is invested in stocks and shares, my net worth is currently..."
Part 6
I turned the screen round so that he could see it. "My dear god, is that a B or an M" "Oh its definately a B" The other guys tried to look at the screen, but I wouldn't let them, I only wanted James to know for the moment. "So why are you working for your own company?" "Because I want to Chris, I'm not getting paid for it obviosuly, but I enjoy what I do and I wanted to work, I don't like things handed to me on a silver plate" "So you gave yourself a job?" "No I most certainly did not, we always use people not related to Jive to do interviews, it avoids favoratism, we tell them what we need in the job and they find it for us, I went for the interview and I ended up with the job. The other guys were only going for a promothion from within the company anyway, so I'm not depriving any body of a job either." "Well that's good, but what exactly does your job involve?" "Good question Brian, my job is as the chief audio visual engineer and network administrator, which means that I'm in overall charge of the sound and the visual effects etc that happen at the concerts, but I also, as you know am in control of all the computer networks associated with this tour" "Wow, that is one hell of a lot of work, how much is Jive saving by you doing the job and not having to pay someone?" "About one third of what you earn a year" "Nice work if you can get it," "It certainly is JC" "So what exactly is going on now?" "Well Kev, I just used my immense power to get you all 4 weeks off while James recovers" "And modest with it too CJ" "Oh I know I am Brian, by the way call me Sir" I kept my poker face on and stared Brian out, until he looked at the table sheepishly "Yes, sir" he mumbled, I fell about laughing and so did the rest of the guys "I was only joking Bri just relax, I hate being called Mr. James let alone Sir" "So what do we do in these 4 weeks?" "Well Justin, you could use the time to get some album work done or rehearse to get all of your routines down or just crash, whatever you want to do" "Where can we do it though?" "Well, I'm going back to my place in Montreal, and I was hoping that you guys would wanna spend the time there" A chorus of yes's and we'd love to's was my answer, "OK then, well I'll sort out the flight for 10 tomorrow morning" "Don't worry CJ, I can book the tickets for us" "No Kev, I'll deal with it" "What, don't you trust me?" he asked in mock hurt "No, of course I trust you, I just wanna deal with the flight myself, you'll all see why tomorrow" "Well if you really want to?" "I do Kev, right now guys I suggest you all go back to the hotel and rest, it's a five hour flight, oh and guys," "Yeah" "Do not, and I really mean Do not, ever tell anyone about me owning Jive, unless I specifically say you can" "Sure, but why?" "I don't wanna be used, but more important I absolutely hate kiss ups" The guys all laughed "OK, now go back to the hotel the lot of you, it's late, and I want you packed for 4 weeks and at the airport by 9:30 in the morning" "Alright then, lets go guys, Bye CJ, Bye Lance" We all said our goodbyes and the guys left, then I turned to James, "Are you ready for bed now?" "Yeah" he yawned "OK then baby, you need your rest" I pushed him out of the conference room grabbing my Laptop and locking the door on the way, we made it quickly back to his room, where I lifted him into the bed and folded the wheelchair down and stowed it in the corner. Then I went and sat in the chair by his bedside, taking his hand in both of mine and raising it towards my face. "Are you happy to come and stay with me for a few weeks James?" "I can think of no where else I'd like to go" I gently kissed the back of his hand, "Good, I think you and the guys will love it there," "I'm sure we will, but are you positive yo have enough room" "James, it's my grandfathers mansion, M-A-N-S-I-O-N," I spelled out for him, "of course I have the room, anyway, you've seen my bank balance, do you really think I'd live in a small house?" "No I guess not" "Do you want me to spend the night here with you James?" "I would, but shouldn't you pack up, anyway do you really want to sleep in a chair?" "Don't you worry about me getting packed, or you for that matter, and as for the chair I've slept in a lot more uncomfortable places before. If you want me to stay James, I will" "Well, if you're sure, I'd love you to stay" "Good, that's settled then, just lie back and relax James and try to get some sleep, it's almost 11pm now" "Where are you going?" "I just have to give the doctor the key back and make a phone call" "OK, see you in a minute" I stood up and leaning over him pressed my lips to his for a gentle but still passionate kiss that sent my blood racing "I'll be right back," I said as I pulled away "Love you" "I love you too James" I headed to the nurses station, where I found the doctor staring at a pile of papers, a pen held in her hand poised just above the top sheet. "Here's your key" I said as I held it out towards her, she took hold of it and dropped it into her pocket "Thank you" "Could you please make sure that the hospital manager is down here when Mr.Bass is discharged tomorrow" "Certainly, but may I ask why" "I'd like to give him the donation directly" "OK, I'll make sure I leave him the message before my shift is finished" "Thank you" "All part of the service" she smiled at me as I walked towards the exit. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket as I leaned against the cold rough stone wall to the hospital, quickly dialing the number from memory.
Well there you have it, Part 6. Just because I have continued posting, doesn't mean I still don't want feedback, I will continue writing and posting, but I really love to know what you think.