Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1999 18:04:24 -0800 (PST) From: Billy Burrew Subject: Gifts of Love Chapters 9 The Gift of Love... A New Tale of the Magi By Billy Burrew Disclaimer: As usual, I would like to comment that this story is purely fictional and that it is no reflection on the sexual orientation of any of the members of NSYNC, Backstreet Boys or their estranged manager, Lou Pearlman. Please read this and enjoy it for what I intended it to be, an entertaining story. There is not a lot of sex, tho there are some adult situations. Please be forewarned. Remember, in the words of Peter Vincent, the Vampire Slayer in Fright Night, "Forewarned is Forearmed!" -Billy B Chapter 9: A Day at the Park The next day Lance and JC woke Patrick and Mike up early. "Ready to hit Universal Studio's?", JC asked with a grin. "Oh yeah!", Mike laughed, "You've never seen Mr. Iron Stomach here with motion sickness...but wait!" JC looked at Mike and Patrick and laughed, "Well....he can go on the easy rides and he and Lance can sit out the more intense ones....Scoop here gets kinda ill too!" Lance punched JC in the arm then chased him around the room as JC tried to escape him. "Patrick and I can find some fun stuff to do while you are all destroying your brain cells with G forces.", Lance grinned, "Tho I better write on your chest where we parked in case you destroy too many and forget." JC shook his head and laughed, "Ha ha....Lance. Very funny. Now...what was I gonna do?" Lance giggled and JC hit him in the face with a pillow. "Let's get the other guys up and do it!", Mike said. "I'll go wake-up Justin.", Patrick said. JC looked at him like he was insane and had grown a horn on his head. "Are you kidding. He's a total bitch in the morning. I can't even stand him and he and I are real tight." "Well", Patrick grinned, "I have my ways of getting Justin to wake up." Lance began to laugh and he fell back on the bed, "I can't wait to hear about this one. The last two were priceless. He'll never live the one at the hotel down." Patrick grinned and walked over to Justin's room and quietly opened the door. Justin was completely covered in blankets with only a tuft of curly hair sticking out of the folds. Patrick grinned and sat down on the bed next to the lump he assumed was Justin. He pulled back a few of the covers and ran his hand down Justin's bare back, lightly touching his neck and shoulders. Justin made a cat-like purring noise in his sleep. Patrick then rubbed his hands along Justin's side and boxers, then caressed his tight butt through his boxers. Justin began to make louder moans as Patrick raked his nails across Justin's back, causing the young boy to arch his back and breath a huge sigh. "Oh yeah, Lance.", Justin sighed and Patrick stopped immediately, realizing that his joke might backfire. Patrick resorted to a more primitive means of getting Justin to wake-up. He grabbed all the blankets and sheets and in one motion, simply pulled them off the bed entirely. A second later Justin began to shiver. Patrick laid down next to Justin and leaned over into his ear. "Feeling a little nippy there, Curly?", Patrick whispered. Justin's eyes popped open and he quickly turned to face Patrick. "Good morning Justin", Patrick said, "The other guys sent me in here to wake you up. I thought I'd be nice this time." "Morning", Justin mumbled sleepily and grabbed Patrick around the waist, pulling him closer on top of him, like a human blanket. "Justin", Patrick sighed. "You gotta get up." "Don wanna....am tired", Justin said stubbornly. "Justin", Patrick said blushing slightly, "You seem to have a little problem there and its poking me in the stomach." Justin's eyes popped open and met Patrick's gaze then both looked down to see "little Justin" was indeed poking through his boxers at Patrick's stomach. Justin blushed but did not pull away. Instead he looked into Patrick's eyes. Patrick stared back at Justin and quietly said, "So....why didn't you tell me that you have a thing for Lance?" Justin's eyes widened then filled with tears, "Because he seems so infatuated with you." "Justin", Patrick sighed, "I don't know what to do. I don't wanna break his heart or let him break yours. You guys are gonna be together for a long time. I am not gonna be alive much longer." "Don't say that!", Justin whispered sadly, "You're gaining ground here...you look so much better than at the wedding. You're gonna be around..." "Justin", Patrick replied, "I look good now, but I'm not cured. One bout of sickness and I'm done." "He talks about you all the time. I've never seen him so excited.", Justin sighed. "Lance and I have to talk. I love him, like I love you, like I love JC and Chris and Joey", Patrick said, "You're like my brothers. I think I smile every time I see you on TV or hear about something you do." Patrick leaned in a kissed Justin lightly on the lips. "C'mon and get up and get dressed. We have some coasters to ride, remember?" Justin grinned broadly, getting up and running into the bathroom, "You're on!" A few hours later at the amusement park, Lance and Patrick waved to the guys as they boarded the newest, wildest ride at Univeral Studio's, which was, in Patrick's opinion, a little too wild for him. Lance agreed and the two went off in search of a snack. As they walked, Patrick turned and smiled at Lance, who was staring at him. "So Lance", Patrick said quietly, "Let's sit and talk for a second. I need to be honest with you." Lance nodded and the two sat down at a picnic table in a less crowded area. "I love you, Lance. I always will.", Patrick said suddenly, "If I was a healthy guy with a future and had met you and gotten to be this close to you, I would have given anything to be with you." Lance looked up at Patrick as he continued, "but...I am not healthy, nor do I have a future. If it were possible, I would still give anything but it wouldn't be fair to you, because you would be left with an empty life and a broken heart after I die." Lance nodded as tears began to fall down his cheeks. "I love you, too. I kept trying not to, but I dunno what happened." "Well", Patrick smiled as he grabbed Lance's hand, "Howsabout we keep loving each other, then, more than friends, lets "you and me" just be "you and me", OK?" Lance reached over and grabbed Patrick into a hug, as his tears fell down his cheeks. "Deal.", Lance replied, "But you gotta promise me...that the moment you get sick, or anything, you'll call me. I wanna be there for you....all the way. I wanna be the last person you see, and know that I'll love you always." The two boys hugged again, crying freely this time. Patrick smiled and tried to choke back the tears. "I don't wanna blab....but...I think you should know. Justin really cares for you." "What?", Lance said, his eyebrows raised in shock. "Justin really cares for you deeply. He kinda let it slip this morning when I was waking him up.", Patrick said, "He is genuinely in love with you and I hope that you let something develop there between you two. It might be hard to look at him that way cause he's always been your good friend, but sometimes, best friends make the best lovers." Lance nodded and grinned, "I like him a lot, too! I think that maybe he and should sit and have a talk like this. I think it'll help." Lance looked over at the concession stand and smiled, then smacked his hand to his head, "Hey! We're supposed to be eating. Lemme go get our apples." Patrick watched as Lance got up and walked over to the concession stand and stood in line. Patrick sighed in amazement at how well that had gone. These really were the best friends he had ever known.