Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 19:17:15 EDT From: KandLStories@aol.com Subject: The Maze of Moments 12 - celebrity boyband IF I COULD BE SERIOUS FOR JUST A MINUTE....What you're about to read is fiction, and nothing more. I don't know Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake, or anyone else in N'Sync, and the following should imply nothing about them. All other characters in this story are also fictional, and any coincidence is just that. I greatly appreciate all of the feedback that I've gotten! Please, I'd love to hear what you have to say! Drop a line to KandLStories@aol.com and let me know what you think, okay? Finally, a hearty congratulations to all of the winners of the various boy-band awards that have been held here recently, especially to my one and only Guru! Great job, Miss G - keep up the fantastic work! Kevin and Lance Stories and The Maze of Moments copyright 2001. Thanks for waiting, now on with the show! --Tony The Maze of Moments - A Kevin and Lance Story Chapter 12 - Homeward Bound "Take me home tonight, I don't wanna let you go until you see the light...." --from "Take Me Home Tonight" by Eddie Money "Dammit!" The sound of Kevin Douglas' voice could be heard from under the hood of his jeep. "Any luck?" Justin Timberlake stood next to him, while Lance Bass was off to the side, talking on his cell phone. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!!" Kevin repeated. "Guess not, huh?" The drive had started out just fine. Kevin sang along with the radio, felt the warm sun beat down on him, and was feeling pretty good. In the car ahead of him sat Lance and Justin, leading the way back to Jackson, where a special concert would be held in just a few days time. More importantly, it was where he and Lance would be able to spend a couple of days together, all alone. Then, without warning, the jeep started acting funny. Shifting gears became difficult, and it would buck every so often. After a few miles of this, he began to lose speed, and had to pull over onto the side of the highway, in hopes of trying to figure out exactly what the hell was wrong. It was Justin who noticed this first through the side mirror, and he got Lance to slow down, stop, and drive in reverse back to their friend, who had by that time popped the hood, and was attempting to figure out what wasn't working, and fix it if at all possible. Kevin was many things. A mechanic, unfortunately, was not one of them. Lance finished his call for a tow truck, and came back over to see how things were progressing. "What're you doing, exactly?" he asked. "I think I'm making it worse," Kevin replied. "What?" "Seriously, I think I'm making it worse..." "Well stop!" Lance exclaimed. Justin grinned and turned away, shaking his head. With an exasperated sigh, Kevin pulled his head back from under the hood, and wiped his hands on the sides of his shorts. Then, with a loud 'FUCK!' he kicked the closest tire to him. "Kev, it's not a big deal, you can...." "Stupid piece of SHIT!" Kevin kicked the tire again. "....just drive back with us. You don't handle stuff like this well, do you?" Lance asked, folding his arms in front of his chest. "No. Yes. Hell, I don't know." Sighing again, he turned to his boyfriend. "What did the guy at the shop say?" "He said they'll have a wrecker here in about half an hour or so. I called Eric, too, and told him what happened." "Lemme guess...he laughed." "Well, yeah, sorta. Anyway, I told him you'd just be coming with us then, and we'd be a little later than we thought." Lance paused for a moment, then snickered. "What? What's funny?" Kevin asked. He had been looking at Justin digging through one of his bags for something, a snack apparently, but had turned back to Lance and saw him grinning. "Um. Nothing," Lance said, his grin growing wider. "Tell me...what is it?" Kevin said, putting his hands on his hips. "It's just...you have this big greasy streak across your cheek.....here." Lance licked his thumb and wiped Kevin's face. "You look kinda hot like this, ya know? Like, all manly and sweaty and stuff." "Wouldn't you like him better if he was clean?" Justin had come back over, and was eating some sort of chocolate snack cake. "Hell....sweaty, clean, naked, clothed...it's all good," Lance said, his grin never leaving his face. "Too much info! Thank you, drive through," Justin said, holding up his hand. Kevin laughed and sighed. "Well, what do we do for half an hour on the side of the road?" "Wanna snack?" Justin asked. "No thanks...man I thought I ate a lot. Sheesh. Besides, my hands are all dirty." "We could play a game," Lance suggested. This comment drew unusual stares from both his bandmate and his boyfriend. "What? Didn't you ever play car games on road trips or vacations?" No answer. "Man, you guys are no fun," he said with a shake of his head. "Babe, I'm plenty fun...but I don't think I wanna play car games right now, okay?" "Sure you don't wanna play a game? Like, count the licence plates or something?" Lance turned to Justin, who had just polished off his Ding-Dong. "I'll pass, Scoop. Thanks though." "Oh, alright then." Turning behind him, Lance looked at the bushes and such off the side of the road. "Hey, I'm gonna go use the bathroom....be right back." He then walked through the foliage and disappeared. "Fine time to have to take a leak," Kevin muttered. ********** He could hear rustling behind him. Lance stood in silence, relieving himself next to a tree, when he first heard the noise. Tucking his penis back into his shorts, and zipping them up, he slowly turned around to see who else was there with him. Or what else. Then, he heard the noise again, a little louder this time...and from behind him once again. Something's wrong here, he thought to himself. That came from behind me...then when I turned around...it came from behind me again. "The fuck is going on..." he said under his breath. He took a step back in the direction from which he came, and the rustling got closer. Freezing in place, he clenched his fists, ready to defend himself if necessary. His heart began to thump harder in his chest. The noise got closer, and louder, and now he could no longer tell which direction it was coming from. Just as he was about to break out into a run back to the cars, and warn his friends that they were not alone, a pair of hands came down over his eyes, blocking his sight, and a voice was heard next to his ear. "Now, don't tell me you're afraid of things that lurk in the woods." "Jesus Christ, Kev! That wasn't funny!" Lance brought up his own hands and pulled down Kevin's, then turned around to stare at his boyfriend. "Hey, calm down, I was just kidding ya know," he said with a smile. Lance, however, was not amused. "Kidding or not, that was just plain mean! You scared the shit out of me!" The smile disappeared from his face, and Kevin began to feel bad. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean anything, I just....never mind. I'm sorry Lance." Sighing, Lance shook his head, and spoke much more softly. "It's okay, just don't do stuff like that, alright? You're lucky I didn't piss all over your legs. What are you doing up here, anyway?" "Well, I left Justin with the cars, and I thought you...might need a hand," Kevin said with a smirk. "A hand? Kevin, I think I can pee by myself...." "Oh, I'm sure you can," Kevin interrupted as he came closer to Lance. "But, that's not what I meant..." He then cupped his hand and placed it over his lover's crotch, massaging it. "Uhhhh...Kevin? What're you doing?" Lance asked, jumping a little from the intimate contact. "Do I have to spell it out for you? What does it look like I'm doing?" Kevin grinned as he continued to fondle. "Kev, we can't do this here!" Lance hissed in a whisper. "Why not? We still have to wait for a tow truck, there's time." "Yeah, but Justin..." "Justin thinks I came up here for the same reason you did...he's a big boy, I think he'll be alright by himself for awhile." Having finished those remarks, Kevin leaned forward and began to kiss at Lance's neck and throat, leaving a soft trail with his tongue. Moaning, Lance brought his hands up and held Kevin's head in them, stroking his hair. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back as he felt Kevin continue to kiss and suck at his neck. Working his way up, Kevin kissed Lance, gently at first, then with increasing passion. He probed with his tongue, sucked on first the upper lip then the lower, and started all over again. His right hand, meanwhile, worked its way higher, and was about to pull down the zipper, when suddenly the kiss was broken. "Kev...Kev, we can't do this out here," Lance panted, moving the hand away from his crotch. "Why not? We didn't get to fool around much last night...and besides, I thought me being all manly turned you on?" Kevin grinned. "It does...you do! It's just...I don't feel right doing this here. What if Justin comes looking for us, or somebody else is around here?" "Like who, Jason or Freddy?" "Come on, you know what I mean!" Sighing, Kevin pulled his hands back and chose to respect the wishes of his boyfriend. "Well...okay. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop." "Thanks. We'll have time to play later, okay? I promise." Lance smiled. "Now, we better get back before Justin think we got eaten by a bear." Leading the way, Lance walked back down the path to the side of the road, Kevin behind him. As they walked along, Kevin thought to himself that he was going to have to do something about getting Lance to loosen up...but there would be plenty of time for that. ********** The tow truck having arrived, and having taken the jeep back to a repair shop, the trio loaded into the 4-Runner to press ahead with their journey. Justin claimed the back seat, and quickly stretched out on it to nap (which, Kevin realized, ranked right up there on Justin's list of favorite things to do right along with eating), while Lance drove and Kevin sat in the passenger seat. "I can't wait to show you my house. I put a lot of work into it," Lance said. "I'm sure you did. I thought I read somewhere that you lived in Orlando?" Kevin asked. "I own another one there for when we're in Florida for business, but Mississippi is home." He paused for a moment to choose his next words carefully. "Isn't it...like...hard for you just living in Oxford? What about holidays and stuff?" "I usually spend them with Eric and his family." "Yeah, but what about Chicago?" "What about it?" "It's just...I get the impression you're not too fond of your family, that's all." Now it was Kevin's turn to think. "I am and I'm not. I love them and all, but too much happened when I was growing up. Remember my grandmother? Well, she fought long and hard to get custody of me, and then when I graduated high school, she basically bribed me into coming up there." "Bribed you?" Lance asked while changing lanes. "Yeah. She was all set to pull strings to get me into Northwestern, and start out as a junior vice president with the foundation." "Wow! And you didn't take it?" "Hey, if I did I wouldn't be sitting next to you right now," Kevin said with a smile. "Good point. I don't know, it's just that being so close to my own family, I guess I'm having a hard time understanding yours....no offense or anything." "Nah, none taken. Hell, I have a hard time understanding them myself. Speaking of family, do I get to meet yours while I'm here?" Lance froze up a little at those words, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Um. I didn't quite plan on that." "Why not?" "Let me put it this way....does your family know about you?" "Know about me? What do you....oh, wait. I think I see what you mean here. You're not out to them, are you?" Lance just shook his head no. "Why not?" "Are you out to yours?" Lance looked at Kevin quickly before turning his attention to the road. "No, I'm not. I figure it's none of their business." "Well, it's not exactly Jim and Diane's business either....and being in the Bible Belt only makes it worse. One of these days I'll have to get around to telling them, but I'd rather not have to jump off of that particular bridge just yet, you know?" "Gotcha." "So do you miss Chicago?" "Yeah, sometimes. I love going up there and visiting...I'd just rather not stay there, you know? Still, I like going back, seeing a ball game with my cousins, museums, all that stuff." They rode in silence for a few more minutes, Kevin strumming his fingers along to the radio, when Lance reached over to turn down the volume. "Mind if I ask another question?" he said. "Sure, what?" "Well, we really haven't talked about this, and I'm not sure if you want to....but what the hell. What religion are you?" "Does it matter?" "No, not at all...I'm just curious, that's all." "Well, lets' see. Back in Kentucky, my grandmother was Baptist, my grandfather was Church of Christ, and I'm Catholic." "Whoa! Talk about potpourri!" Lance chuckled. "Why three different ones in one house?" "Well, Eric's Catholic, and I just started going to church with him once and awhile. Later on, I joined his church. My grandparents...well, I never did figure that one out. Now, you're Baptist too, right?" "Yeah, born and raised." "So let me ask you something then. How hard is it for you to be gay and Baptist at the same time?" Lance paused before answering. "Very hard. I went through this whole period there when I thought that I was going to hell, no questions asked. Then, when I was eighteen I think, I realized that there's only one judge, and I won't be meeting that judge for a long, long time. Hopefully. I try to live a good life, and I believe in God and Christ and all...and if it turns out I was wrong, then so be it." "So it doesn't bother you that being homosexual conflicts with your faith?" "Did I say that? No, I have problems with it. I just don't see why people can't be people and not have to worry about what others have to say. And as for what my faith has to say about it...well, I wouldn't want to presume what God really has in store for us, and who was right and who was wrong." "Well said. Although, I myself, am going to be upset if when I die, God doesn't look like Charlton Heston in 'The Ten Commandments.' They both laughed, and Kevin turned the radio back up, although not so loud that it would wake up Justin, who was snoring softly behind them. Driving on in silence, Kevin looked out at the passing scenery, while Lance tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel, keeping time to the beat of the music. A few more minutes passed, and Kevin turned to his boyfriend. "Hey, how much longer?" he asked. "If you start saying 'Are we there yet?' I'm going to kick you out right here and now." "No," Kevin laughed," I asked because I'm kind of hungry. Can we stop for dinner or something?" "I suppose we could." Lance then leaned back a little to talk over his shoulder. "Hey, Curly! You wanna eat?" Stirring, Justin sat up and yawned. "Eat? Yeah, sure, that sounds good. Where at?" Lance looked over at Kevin. "You pick." "Well, looks like there's a Cracker Barrel coming up ahead. How about there?" "That works," Lance said, flicking on his turn signal as he merged over into the exit lane. ********** Entering the restaurant, they noticed that it wasn't too crowded (thankfully), and that there would be little chance of a riot breaking out because two pop stars had entered the building. There were a few glances of recognition, and Justin and Lance paused to politely sign a few autographs for some of their young fans. Kevin, meanwhile, was looking around the store at the various odds and ends and knick-knacks that Cracker Barrel was famous for. Spinning a wire rack of cassette tapes of old radio shows, he took one out and read the back, as Lance came over. "What evil lurks in the hearts of men...?" Lance said, making his already deep voice a little deeper as he imitated the opening to 'The Shadow.' Kevin laughed as he put the package back. "Only Scoop knows, or something like that, right? Actually I always preferred 'The Green Hornet' myself. Gotta admire a superhero that gets driven around in his own limousine." "Can't argue with that, now can ya? Come on, our table's ready." Following Lance, Kevin walked into the dining room and sat down next to his boyfriend, Justin seated across from him and already looking at a menu. Pondering over the choices for a few minutes, the young men from N'Sync folded their menus and waited for their orders to be taken. "What're you getting Scoop?" Justin asked. "Probably breakfast. One of those really big ones they have." "Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too." Kevin, who had put on his glasses due to the low light in the dining area, peered up and over his own menu and looked at his friends. "Can't tell you two are from the south, now can you? Am I the only one getting real dinner for dinner?" "Guess so. Yankee," Justin said as he began to play with the little peg toy on the table, another trademark of the restaurant, never even looking up. Lance laughed before responding. "Oh, come on now Just. I hardly think Kev counts as a Yankee anymore." "Yeah, I think living in the south all my life sort of disqualifies that one, don't you? Still, you'll both note that I have very little of an accent at all, thank you very much," Kevin said with a grin. "And what you do have is very cute," Lance said with a smile, while leaning over and nudging Kevin with his shoulder. "Whatever. Yankee," Justin said again, pondering his game. And so it went. They gave their orders to the waitress, who, Lance noticed, seemed to be flirting a little with Kevin, who was flirting right back. As the light hearted exchange went back and forth, Lance became quiet, preferring to read over the desert menu or staring at the items on the walls. He stayed this way throughout the course of the meal, as Justin and Kevin spoke. His behavior, however, did not go unnoticed by his companions, who gave each other puzzled looks whenever Lance was asked a question and he gave one word answers. Finishing up their meals, Lance drank the rest of his orange juice and stood up, taking the check with him. "Meet you up front," he said, walking away. Kevin and Justin stared after him in silence. "What the hell was that all about?" Kevin asked. Justin shrugged. "Beats me. He was fine until you and the waitress started....aw, man." "What?" "You and the waitress." "What about it?" "Kev..don't you get it? I think you made Lance mad." A confused look came over Kevin's face. "Made him mad? How did I do that?" "By flirting with her, winking and all that. That's when he got all quiet, or didn't you notice?" "But it's not like I was gonna get her number or anything!" "Yeah, yeah, I know. Look, let's get up front...I think you've got some damage control to work on." Walking into the gift shop, they saw Lance looking at some Coca-Cola related items. "Go talk to him, I'll be outside," Justin said. As Justin walked outside, Kevin slowly walked up behind Lance, and noticing what he was looking at, looked over his shoulder and softly started to sing: "I'd like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony..." Lance put down the object and turned around. "Ready? Let's get going then." "Lance, wait a second. What's bothering you?" "Nothing." "Oh, bullshit. You were fine and then all of a sudden got all pissy. Now what's wrong." "We're not having this conversation in here, okay? Let's go outside." Turning away, Lance walked over to the door and exited the shop, and it wasn't until he did that Kevin noticed the bag in his hand. Apparently, Lance had made some kind of purchase along with paying the dinner bill. Kevin followed along, and caught up with him in the parking lot. "Alright, spill it. What's wrong? Is this because I was acting silly with the girl who took our order?" Sighing, Lance turned to face his boyfriend. "Well, you were kind of blatant about it." "Geez, Lance....I didn't mean anything by it! I was just playing around, that's all." "I know, I know," Lance responded, nodding his head. "But still...it just kind of bugged me, not so much because you were doing it, but...but, I couldn't look up at her and say, 'Hey, honey, hands off there, he's mine,' you know?" "Aw, Lance...you don't have anything to worry about, okay? I'm all yours, no questions asked. And if I flirt around, I don't mean anything by it. I promise." "I know. I shouldn't have gotten all mad like that. I'm sorry." Kevin rubbed Lance's back, saying "It's okay...just don't think everything I do like that is all serious, okay? Now, what did you buy?" "Oh, I almost forgot! Here, this is for you," Lance said, holding out the bag. "Happy Anniversary." "Happy Anniversary?" "Yeah...I met you a week ago today, remember?" Lance smiled. "Aw, man...I didn't get you anything...then again, I didn't think we were marking each week either," Kevin laughed. Taking the bag, he opened it and pulled out a 'Green Hornet' cassette. "Hey, cool! Thank you, Lance. Does this mean I can call you Kato?" "Who?" "I'll explain in the car. Come on." ********** Night had fallen by the time they got going again, and once more Justin was stretched out on the back seat, sleeping. "Does he always do this?" Kevin asked, turning back around after looking at their snoozing companion. "Pretty much, yeah," Lance said with a laugh. "You sure you didn't want me to drive?" "Nah," Lance said, while turning his head to crack his neck, "I'm okay. We only have about another hour and a half or so." They drove on into the night, occasionally making small talk or listening to the radio. After about half an hour, an idea formed in Kevin's mind. Turning around once more to make sure Justin was still asleep, he shifted back in his seat as a smile slowly came over his face. "Wanna play a car game?" he asked. "Now? It's dark out, you don't play car games in the dark." "Sure you can. In fact, I know a great one we can play," Kevin said while undoing his seat belt. "What are you doing?" Lance asked as Kevin moved a little closer to him. "I told you, we're going to play a game. Now, just relax, huh? Keep your eyes on the road." Reaching over, Kevin began to rub Lance's bare leg, brushing his fingertips lightly over the dark hairs, causing Lance to shiver a little and move in his seat. Then, moving higher, Kevin began to massage his thigh, working ever closer to Lance's crotch. "You want me to crash or something??" Lance whispered. "Oh, I'm sure you're a great driver...can handle all kinds of distractions. In fact, I think that's what we'll call this game. Distractions." Kevin then moved his hand up to Lance's crotch, massaging and cupping it, lightly squeezing the package contained within the denim. Then, deftly using his left hand, unzipped the shorts and reached inside, working through the fly in the boxer shorts to hold and stroke the erection Lance had sprouted. "This is so not fair...." Lance said, although he spread his legs to accommodate his boyfriend's hand. "Yeah, yeah....whatever." Then, unexpectedly, Kevin leaned over, bringing his right hand to Lance's crotch also. He took the hardened member out of his shorts, and flicked at it with his tongue. "Oh God," Lance whispered as he grabbed onto the steering wheel harder. Kevin licked up and down the shaft, running his tongue under the ridge of the head, feeling it bob in response. Slipping his lips over the head, he could feel Lance's body shake and hear him moan softly. The shaft was nice and wet, and his mouth slid down it smoothly until his lips touched the fabric of the denim shorts Lance wore. He went up and down on it, working his tongue at the same time, licking along as he sucked on the hard cock. Lance began to pant as Kevin used his right hand to hold his member and the left to massage at his balls, which were still encased in his shorts. Unconsciously, he began to move his hips in rhythm with Kevin's sucking. The warm, wet mouth and soft tongue and lips felt indescribable as his love moved faster. Soon, a familiar pressure began to build up from deep inside him, and a thin stream of precum leaked out, greedily sucked up buy Kevin as though he were drinking from a straw. Kevin knew that the excitement was going to be a little much for his boyfriend, and the spurt of precum was a sign of things to come, so to speak. Increasing his efforts, he moved up and down faster, jerking a little with his right hand. Then, Lance stiffened and did his best to muffle a groan of ecstasy as he erupted into Kevin's mouth. Swallowing down the hot load, he squeezed a little to make sure every drop was out, then tucked Lance's cock back into his pants, zipped them up, and sat back in his seat. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Kevin asked with an evil grin. Lance just shook his head as he caught his breath. Looking down at the speedometer, he noticed that they were now going well over the limit, by about thirty miles an hour. "Oh, shit!" he said, as he began to slow down. "Man, what would we have done if we got pulled over by a state trooper?" "Well, we could always say I dropped something," Kevin said. Then, Justin, who unknown to his traveling companions had woken up and briefly saw Kevin's actions before quickly turning to face the rear of the car, spoke up. "Yeah, and it just happened to fall in Lance's lap, too....right?" "Oh my God," Lance moaned while turning red. Kevin, on the other hand, just laughed and turned back to face Justin. "Um...whoops? Just how much did you see there Justin?" he asked. "Just enough to get me to roll over and close my eyes shut, nice and tight....but, still enough, thank you very much. Couldn't you two have waited until we got there?" "For the record, that was not my idea...besides, now you know how I felt when I walked in on you and Britney a few months back. Turnabout is fair play, after all," Lance said with a laugh. Sitting back up and leaning forward a little, Justin laughed along. "Yeah, she was pretty embarrassed about that. 'Course, didn't bother me one bit." Lance turned to Kevin. "I walk in to get something out of the room I was sharing with him, and there he is, giving it to her doggy style on the bed. Facing the door, no less." "My only thought was that Scoop here wanted to see me in action and came in on purpose," Justin said. "Ewwww! That's like seeing your sister naked or something! No thank you!" ********** Finally, well into the night, they pulled into Lance's driveway, parking next to Justin's car. Walking around to the back, Justin and Kevin gathered up overnight bags and telescope cases, while Lance unlocked and opened the door, turning on the outside lights and one just inside. After getting everything in, and making sure all the doors were locked (car and house), the three road trip survivors sat around Lance's couch, sipping from glasses of iced tea he had poured for them. "We should do this more often," Kevin said. "You obviously don't know what Justin here is like on the road, do you?" Lance said. "Hey! I'm not that bad!" Justin defended himself. "Uh-huh. I know better, my friend. And I'll tell you what...you don't tell the other guys about what you saw in the truck, and I won't tell Kevin here about some of your horror stories from the road. Deal?" Justin was about to protest, but then thought better of it. "Deal," he muttered. "That's what I thought. I don't know about you two, but I'm about ready for bed," Lance said while standing up and stretching. "Yeah, I gotta head back to Memphis tomorrow, so bed sounds good. Guest room, Scoop?" "You know the way. Good night Curly, see you in the morning." "Night, Justin." Justin walked up the stairs. "Night, guys." "Well, Mr. Douglas, here we are at last," Lance said while moving closer to his boyfriend. "Uh-huh. You really aren't mad about what I did in the car, are you?" "No, not really. It just took me by surprise, that's all. But you know, that's twice now that you've done that to me...and I think it's high time I get to do a little of the same." "Oh, really now? And here I thought you were going to give me the grand tour of your humble abode," Kevin said with a grin. "Well....how about we start with the bedroom?" And with that cliffhanger, End of Chapter 12! But Kevin and Lance will return in Chapter 13, so stay tuned!