Date: Wed, 01 Dec 1999 15:11:44 PST From: Michael McCall Subject: Lance and Michael Chapter Three (Celebrity/Boy Bands) This story is completely fictional and I am not in anyway implying that Lance Bass or any members of Nsync are gay. I'd like to take a quick second to thank everyone who emailed their comments and suggestions from Chapter Two. I hope that you all enjoy this chapter, and I would appreciate any comments and criticisms. You can email me at mccall0470@hotmail.com. Lance and Michael: Lance's Love Chapter Three "Here we Go" August 19, 1999 Santa Monica, CA Michael McCall's eyes slowly opened to the glaring ray of sunlight forcing its way through the blinds and into his bedroom. He let out a small sigh and glanced at the clock. "Ugh," he groaned inwardly. "It's only seven." Turning his head, Michael's gaze rested on the figure lying next to him on the bed. He and Lance had fallen asleep facing each other. Sometime during the night, Lance had rolled over and snuggled his back against Michael and they had slept in that position all night. Michael moved his arm from around Lance's chest and raised his hand up to gently brush the singer's cheek. The intern inched forward and placed a small kiss on the back of Lance's neck and smiled. He laid there for a moment, listening to his lover breathe as he slept peacefully. Then very carefully, he rolled away from Lance and off of the bed. He quietly walked over to his dresser and pulled out a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. Glancing over his shoulder, Michael made sure that Lance was still asleep as he entered the bathroom and closed the door. Michael was cooking in the kitchen when he heard the front door of the apartment open and his roommate Tyler entered. Tyler opened his mouth to greet his friend but stopped when Michael motioned to him to keep his voice down. "Hey, dude." Tyler said softly, giving Michael a quick hug. "Hey." Michael smiled. "Thanks so much for setting things up yesterday." "No problem." He replied. "I guess I don't have to ask how it went." Michael arched an eyebrow at his friend's comment. Tyler laughed and pointed to one of the purple bruises on Michael's neck. Michael blushed and returned to his cooking. "Yeah, it was amazing." Michael stated. Tyler walked around to the other side of the kitchen counter and sat down on a stool. "Did it all night, did you?" he asked playfully. Michael nodded with a smile as he removed the French toast from the stove and onto a plate. "Yup." "Where is the studmuffin?" "He's still asleep." Tyler swiped a piece of French toast from the plate and took a quick bite. "And you're making him breakfast. This must be special." "Shut up!" "Michael?" Lance's voice came from the bedroom. "I'm in the kitchen, babe." Michael called out. "Behave." He said to Tyler. A few moments later, Lance emerged from the bedroom dressed only in his boxers. He stopped short when he saw Tyler. "Oh...Didn't know that anyone was here." "Hey, Lance." Tyler smiled, taking another bite of his French toast. Michael walked over to Lance and took him into his arms. "Morning." He said, placing a quick kiss on Lance's cheek. Lance pulled back to look into his lover's eyes. Placing a quick kiss on his lips, Lance playfully punched Michael in the arm. "This is the second day in a row that you've had me wake up alone." The duo's greeting was interrupted by Tyler clearing his throat. "Oh," Michael said. "Lance this is Tyler." "Nice to meet you." Lance said, politely shaking Tyler's hand. "Forgive my appearance." "Not a problem." Tyler chuckled. "Well, I gotta do some work in my room. I'll leave you two alone." As Tyler disappeared into his bedroom, Michael led Lance into the kitchen and motioned for him to sit on the counter. "I made you breakfast." Lance saw the plate of French Toast and smiled broadly. "Awww, you didn't have to do that." Michael placed the plate on the counter next to Lance and picked up a fork. After pouring some syrup over the French toast, he carefully cut off a piece and offered it to Lance. Lance smiled and opened his mouth. He waited for Michael to place the fork into his mouth before closing it and seductively pulling the toast from the fork and beginning to chew. Michael shook his head and laughed. "How is it?" "Almost as delicious as you are." Lance grinned. Michael took a bite of the French toast and pointed his fork towards Lance. "You're getting sappy again, Mr. Bass." "Sorry." Lance apologized as Michael dipped another piece of French toast into the syrup and lifted it up to him. Just as the fork was level with the singer's mouth, a string of syrup dripped from the fork and onto his chest. "Oops." Michael giggled. "Great." Lance said, looking for a napkin. "Now I'm gonna be sticky." Michael put down the fork and moved back to Lance. "No more sticky than you were last night." "Funny." Lance had found a napkin and was reaching for it. "No." Michael said, grabbing Lance's wrist. "Let me." Michael gazed quickly into his lover's green eyes before lowering his head and begin to seductively lick the syrup from Lance's chest. Lance gasped as soon as Michael's tongue touched his chest and let out a small groan. "mmmmm....." Michael continued to lick his lover's chest until all traces of the syrup were gone. Once that task was done, he kissed his way over to Lance's right nipple and playfully bit it. "Ohhhh..." Lance arched his head back at the sensation as Michael began kissing his way up the singer's chest to his neck. Lance turned his head and caught Michael's mouth with his, instantly parting his lips with his tongue. Lance wrapped his legs around the intern's waist and brought his arms up around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened with intensity as the two lovers began to moan with pleasure. "Hey!" Tyler called from his doorway. "If you two are gonna do that, do it in Mikey's room. Not in the kitchen." Michael pulled back laughing. "Sorry, Ty." Lance hopped off of the counter and placed a quick kiss on Michael's neck. "Shall we?" Michael glanced at the clock and shook his head. "We should get going if we're gonna get to the Pond on time." * * * Later-The Arrowhead Pond at Anaheim "Well...Look who's here!" Justin smiled as Lance entered the dressing room. JC looked up from his newspaper with a grin. "And it looks like he's walking funny." Lance blushed slightly as he grabbed a bottle of water. "Hey guys." "I could be wrong, Just," JC began. "But I'm sensing afterglow on Mr. Bass here." Justin walked over to Lance and looked him over closely. "Could it be...?" The blond grinned walking around his friend. "That Scoop here got some last night?" Lance smiled and plopped down on the couch next to JC. "Let's get this over with." JC put down his paper and moved next to Lance. He reached over and pulled down the collar of Lance's shirt, revealing several purple and blue "love marks" on Lance's neck. "Well, well, well." JC shook his head. "Make-up won't like these today." "Damn Lance," Justin exclaimed, joining his friends on the couch. "Didn't you tell him not to leave any visible marks?" Lance pulled his collar back up. "I was a little busy at the time." "Well..." Joey said with a grin as he spun Michael around to face him. "How did the big night go?" Melinda moved across the office and sat on the desk next to her intern. "Spill it, McCall!" "Give us all the details." Joey laughed. Michael shook his head at his interrogators. "I can't believe you guys. Is nothing sacred?" "You know better than to ask that." Melinda grinned. "You aren't leaving this room until you give us every little detail." Lance shifted in his seat as he began his story. "It was so romantic. I couldn't believe it when we got to his apartment and saw all of those lit candles. They were everywhere!" "Awwww." Justin mocked. "How sweet." JC picked up a pillow and tossed it at Justin with a scowl. "Shut up! Let him tell the story." JC watched Lance as he began to tell the story of his special night. He could see the joy in his friend's eyes and knew without a doubt that Lance was truly in love with Michael. There was no question about it. Lance had finally found someone who could really make him happy with life and with who he was. This made JC happy and sad at the same time. "Then," Lance continued, his green eyes sparkling. "He turned on the stereo and it was the same..." "So, I put on the music and any anger that he might of still had just melted from his face." Michael smiled. "His eyes lit up and he started to cry." Joey let out a moan and rolled his eyes. "Lance has always been the sappy one." "Quiet!" Melinda slapped Joey in the arm. "I want to hear this." "I want to hear about the bruises you're trying to hide under your collar!" Joey chuckled, pointing towards the purple mark peering over Michael's shirt collar. Melinda joined in Joey's laughter. "Ah, summer love!" Michael buried his face in his hands and groaned aloud. "Why do I feel like I'm in the middle of a Grease number?" * * * Later: Michael McCall walked off of the stage after completing his final check of the sponsorship banners. Looking at his watch, he noticed that it was just about time to begin set up for the meet and greet. The intern entered the backstage area heading for the production office with a smile on his face. It had pretty much been a quiet day for him, business as usual. Which should make for a good show that night. Then intern's quiet thoughts were interrupted when someone grabbed him from behind and pulling him into a nearby closet. Before he could protest, Michael was pushed up against the wall and felt a pair of lips connect with his. "Well, hello!" Michael smiled when Lance pulled away to let him catch his breath. The blond returned the smile and placed another quick kiss on his lover's lips. "I've missed you today." He said, moving his right hand down to massage Michael's crotch. "I've missed you, too." Michael replied. "I got grilled earlier by Mel and Joey." Lance leaned forward and kissed Michael again. "I got the same from JC and Justin." He giggled between kisses. As his lips once again made contact with Michael's, Lance began to undo the intern's belt and expose his hardening cock. Lance kissed Michael gently on his cheek and knelt down in front of him. "Keep talking." Lance smiled before taking his lover's stiff cock into his mouth. Michael gasped in pleasure as Lance engulfed him. "Ummm, should we be doing this?" In response to the question, Lance cupped his hands over Michael's balls and sucked harder. Michael leaned back against the wall and let out a low, guttural groan. "Lance..." he moaned, placing his hands on the singer's head. "Oh, Lance..." Lance's head bobbed up and down over his lover's cock. Ever since they had made love the night before, Lance couldn't get Michael out of his head. It was like he was addicted. All he could think about was touching Michael...tasting him...pleasuring him. That is what led him to this closet and this moment. He needed a fix. No matter how quick it was. He just needed to be with the man that he loved. "Tastes goooood." Lance grinned, rubbing his stomach. Lance wrapped his fist around Michael's dick and brought the head to his lips again. Then he swallowed Michael's cock down to his fist, taking it all in at once! Lance's mouth was so warm and soft and his tongue worked everywhere that pleasure could be given, making Michael reel with the thrill. Michael was so close to cumming he couldn't believe he hadn't shot off, then he felt Lance pump his mouth back and then take more of his cock down. Another pump and Lance's hand came down to massage his lover's nuts while his nose brushed against his pubes! Michael was trying to keep his moaning quiet, but he was fighting a losing battle. Lance's mouth was driving him crazy! He knew that he was losing control. Feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge, Michael locked his hands onto Lance's shoulder and began to thrust his hips forward in short and fast movements, fucking Lance's mouth. Lance reached up and gripped Michael's ass, pushing his lover deeper into his mouth. Feeling that his lover was close to cumming, Lance strengthened his suction and began to hum. "OH LANCE!" Michael yelled as he lost control and his orgasm took over, depositing his load into his lover's mouth. Michael looked into Lance's eyes and saw how much he was enjoying giving him pleasure as cum dribbled from the corners of his cock-stretched mouth. The singer kept humming and sucking on Michael's cock until it was drained and semi erect, then let it slip from his lips only to lovingly rub it against his cheek. The singer gently placed his lover's deflated cock back into his underwear, zipped the zipper closed and redid the belt. Lance stood and placed a ginger kiss on Michael's lips. "Thanks." Lance smiled giving the intern a quick hug. Michael caught his breath. "Isn't that my line?" he smiled. Lance brushed his hands through Michael's hair and kissed him again. "Nope. I just really needed to blow you." * * * JC Chasez sat quietly in the rehearsal hall looking over some music at the piano. After making a few corrections on the sheet music, the singer's hands moved to the keys and began to play. The silence in the room was instantly replaced with the melodious tones from the piano. JC closed his eyes as he felt himself melting into the music. Gracefully, his fingers danced over the keys sending the tones of the song into the air to fill the room. The singer's musical trance was broken with the arrival of another presence in the room with him. JC stopped playing and opened his eyes to greet the man standing next to him. "That was beautiful." Michael smiled. "Thanks," JC blushed slightly at the compliment. "It's from the new album." Michael sat down on the bench next to JC and playfully tapped a few of the keys while JC adjusted a few of his notes on the sheet music. "I wanted to thank you for last night." The intern said quietly. JC turned and patted Michael on the shoulder with a smile. "No thanks necessary. You made Lance very happy last night. That's all that matters." Michael smiled and looked down at the piano keys. "You taking requests?" JC played a few random chords before answering. "Only if you sing." "Oh, no." the intern shook his head. "Joey told you about catching me in the office?" JC chuckled as he continued to play. "Yeah. He said you weren't all that bad." Michael rolled his eyes. "I'm not all that good either." "So. I'm not asking you to record anything." JC said. "If I'm gonna play, then you're gonna sing." "Okay." He responded softly. "I'll sing." "Good!" JC beamed. "What'll it be?" After a few moments of thought, Michael nodded his head and answered. "Sailing. That's my favorite." "Sailing it is." JC smiled and began to play the introduction of the song. "You start and I'll join in." Michael added. Michael watched as the singer elaborated the introduction and build to the first verse. He saw JC close his eyes and fall into the music as he began to sing. "Well its not far down to paradise, At least its not for me," JC sang softly. "And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility. "Oh the canvas can do miracles, Just you wait and see. Baby believe me." JC opened his eyes for a moment and smiled at Michael. "Your verse." Michael nodded tentatively and listened for his cue. "It's not far to Never-Never-Land, No reason to pretend. And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again." He sang hesitantly. JC, sensing his friend's uneasiness, joined in with the next line. "Oh, the canvas can to miracles, Just you wait and see. Baby Believe me." A smile grew over the intern's face as the duo began to sing the chorus. "Sailing, takes me away. To where I've always heard it could be. Just a dream and a wind to carry me...Soon I will be free." Michael's eyes closed as he let himself go and continue the song with all of his heart. He felt JC sitting next to him playing the piano and singing with perfection. The rest of the world drifted out of existence as they sang. The intern was so wrapped up in singing that he didn't hear the door to the rehearsal hall open. Chris silently entered the hall followed by Joey, Justin and Lance. They moved to stand around the piano and watched as Michael and JC sang. One by one they added their voices and joined in the song. JC opened his eyes and smiled at his friends as they all sang. It wasn't until half way through the song that Michael realized that he and JC weren't alone and opened his eyes. To his surprise, he saw that the rest of the group had joined them in singing. Then it hit him that he was sitting at a piano singing with *N Sync! Lance saw the flicker in his lover's eyes and that brought a smile to his face. The blond singer moved to stand behind the intern and gently placed his arms around his shoulders. As they finished the song, Lance leaned down and placed a small kiss on Michael's forehead. JC turned to the intern with a smile on his face. "Not bad, McCall." "Thanks," Michael blushed. "That was fun." Chris cleared his throat to get the group's attention. "I hate to break this up," he began, "But I just got a call from Management concerning the MTV Awards." "What's up?" Justin asked taking a sip from his water bottle. Joey took a seat next to the piano. "Is it about...?" "You already asked them?" Lance interrupted. "What did they say?" JC asked. Chris let out a long sigh for dramatic purposes before continuing. "It's about our back up dancers for the show." He began to pace. "It would seem that they found almost all of the dancers we need from the New York auditions." "Cool." Justin smiled. "And...?" Lance said impatiently. "We need one more." Chris said flatly walking around the piano to JC and Michael. "Only one?" Lance questioned with a knowing smile. "Yes." Chris sighed, placing his hands on Michael's shoulders. "What ever will we do?" Joey asked, barely able to contain his laughter. "Where are we gonna find one more dancer?" JC chimed in. Michael looked at the guys skeptically. "What are you worried about, guys? There are thousands of dancers in New York. I'm sure that they can find one more." Lance let out a low chuckle. "He's cute, but he's not too bright." Chris leaned down to whisper into the intern's ear. "Michael let me explain this to you..." he began. "We've got it cleared through management for you to perform as one of our back up dancers for the MTV Awards. What do you say, loverboy?" * * * September 1, 1999, Portland Oregon --Journal Entry, September 1, 1999. We're in Portland today. It's hard to believe that the tour is over in three days. Then it's off to New York. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! I still can't believe that I'm gonna be dancing on stage with the guys for the MTV Awards! I've been using all of my spare time to rehearse with them. It feels good to be dancing again. It's been so long...Things are going great with Lance. I'm dreading the coming week though. As soon as the MTV Awards are over, I'm on a plane back to my life and school. It's gonna be hard leaving Lance...-- Michael McCall's typing was interrupted by Lance rubbing his hand over the intern's crotch. "Hey!" Michael half protested. "I'm trying to type here." Lance turned Michael toward him and sat in his lap seductively. "Baby you've been typing for the last half hour." Lance pouted. "We haven't had any time together in almost a week." Michael leaned forward and kissed Lance on the chin with a smile. "What you are really saying is that we haven't had sex in almost a week and you're horny." "That too." Lance responded grinding his hips into his lover's lap. Michael gently pushed Lance off of his lap and turned back to his computer. "Give me a few more minutes and I'll make it up to you." Lance stood behind Michael and began to kiss his neck and ears. The singer let his hands roam down Michael's chest pausing to tweak his nipples through his shirt. Michael tried to type but found it impossible with the distraction of the beautiful blond playing with his body. "What do you want, Lance?" he sighed, turning off his computer in defeat. Lance leaned down to Michael's ear and playfully bit his earlobe. "I want you to fuck me." The intern slowly turned to face the blond god and cocked an eyebrow. "Really?" Lance straddled Michael's lap and sat down hard. "I want you to fuck me. Not make love, not sex..." Lance groaned, grinding himself into his lover. "I want you to fuck me." Without another word, Michael grabbed the sides of Lance's face and pulled him into a deep kiss. Mouths opened tongues parried and a week's worth of pent up passion forced its way to the surface. As they kissed, the two men pulled and ripped at each other's clothes in a frenzied effort to make contact with each other's skin. Michael stood wrapping Lance's legs around his hips as he began to move through their hotel room. He kicked off his shoes as he walked. The intern stopped, turned then roughly pushed Lance's back against the nearest wall, never once breaking their kiss. Using the wall to support Lance, Michael reached down and undid the button and zipper of his own shorts, letting them fall to the floor. Lance groaned as Michael pushed him into the wall and kissed him harder. Michael reached for a switch on the wall and activated the jets of the nearby Jacuzzi. He wrapped his arms around Lance's body and moved away from the wall towards the churning water. As he was stepping into the water, Michael lost his footing and the duo fell into the warm water with a large splash. Coming up with a gasp for air, Michael took a half a second to see that Lance was okay before ripping the singer's pants and boxers off of him. "Ugh," Lance groaned, falling back into the water. Regaining his balance, Lance returned to the task at hand. Lance grabbed Michael by the shoulders and pulled him down to him. Their lips met once more, and Lance let out a long groan. Michael reached down and wrapped his hand around Lance's throbbing cock. He stroked it roughly and grabbed his balls with his free hand. "Michael!" Lance gasped, throwing his arms around the intern's neck and biting his shoulder. "I know..." Michael said biting Lance's nipples, "It's been too long." Lance's hands shot down his lover's body. "No!" He gasped, trying to catch his breath, his hands groping for Michael's cock. "I need you inside me!" Michael looked up and saw the lust in Lance's eyes. He moved up and kissed him hard on the mouth, then lifted the singer slightly out of the water. He turned Lance around and bent him over the side of the Jacuzzi. Using his oozing pre-cum and the water as lubricant, Michael spread the sticky man-milk all over his shaft and around Lance's asshole. "Here we go!" Michael grunted. Then, without taking it slowly, he rammed his rod into Lance's waiting, twitching little hole. Lance moaned with pain as he felt Michael penetrate. Instantly he felt his desire being filled. He bucked his hips, trying to take Michael in deeper. Michael rubbed Lance's dick with his hands, bringing him to a powerful orgasm. Lance's load spewed all over his chest and stomach, and sprayed onto his face and chin. Michael pulled Lance's torso up to his and licked the cum off of his face greedily. The contractions that went through Lance's hole due to orgasm were enough to send Michael over the edge. Load after load shot into the singer's hole, and the feeling of an intense orgasm made Michael feel as if his eyes would be sucked from their sockets. The two young men, hot and sweaty, collapsed on top of each other, into the water. After catching his breath, Michael slowly stood, and lifted Lance into his arms. Lance's breathing had slowed and his eyes were closed, enjoying the afterglow. Michael kissed him lightly on the forehead and carried him from the Jacuzzi to their bed. After carefully laying his lover onto the bed, Michael climbed under the covers and snuggled close to Lance. Lance gently rolled over and looked into Michael's green eyes. He smiled and traced the intern's cheekbones with his finger. "That was..." "Intense." Michael grinned. "Yeah." Lance chuckled. "It was exactly what I needed." Michael leaned forward and tenderly kissed Lance's forehead. "Fucking can be fun. But I prefer making love to you." After a few minutes of silently staring into each other's eyes, Lance broke the silence. "Don't go back to school." He said softly. "What?!" Lance propped himself up on his elbow. "Don't go back to school." "You know I can't do that." Michael replied, rolling onto his back. "But if you were hired full time to work for us...you could stay." Lance explained, placing a hand on his lover's chest. Michael turned his head to look at Lance. He took a few moments to process what Lance was saying. "No. No, I can't." he said flatly. Tears were beginning to fill Lance's eyes. "But..." Michael sat up and pulled Lance into a hug. "Lance, I love you." He began, stroking his lover's hair. "But I've only got one more semester of school left. I can't throw it all away just to be close to you." Michael felt Lance's tears on his chest and fought back his own tears. "Let's not think about this now." He placed a kiss on Lance's cheek. "I love you." Lance wiped the tears from his cheek and smiled at Michael. "I love you, too." To be continued... Next stop, New York! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Sorry if it feels rushed. I just need to get the guys to New York and as close to real time as possible. Thanks for reading! Feel free to send comments and critiques to mccall0470@hotmail.com ! I love getting email, and I always answer! Michael