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Model Romance- Part Nine
I followed Justin through the milling crowds across
the dark club. His height and blonde curly hair made it easy enough
to keep him in sight, but the club was so packed with people I couldn't
gain any ground on him. He crossed through the bar area and skirted
the dance floor heading in the direction of the entrance. Or exit
in this case. I was waiting breathlessly for someone to recognize
him, or me and start screaming. If the crowds got hold of one of
us I might never see him again. At least not in one piece.
Finally he came to the door and stopped. Hoping against hope I pushed
people out of my way to catch him before he got out into the night.
He seemed to be hesitating over something. At last he made up his
mind and ducked out the door. Ignoring the outraged protests of the
people I was shoving out of my way, I followed.
Time Square was still busy at 11:00 at night, but
nothing like the confusion inside the club. I spotted Justin walking
quickly down the street, his head down to avoid recognition. This
close to MTV studios it was a safe bet someone would recognize him.
I sprinted after him closing the gap between us. The sounds of the
city covered my footfalls but even so it took time to get to him.
I still had to dodge scaffolding, people, and other obstacles that littered
on of the busiest sections of one of the busiest cities in the world.
Finally I reached out and grabbed his arm. With a start he spun around,
eyes wide and body tense. When he saw it was me he relaxed.
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Justin I'm sorry! You really got the wrong
"Whatever. I know what I saw. Once I
could forgive, but twice is too much. If you want to be with Nick
fine, but you can forget about us."
"First of all, we weren't going out when Nick kissed
me. Second of all I was practically passed out and I wouldn't have
done it if I'd known what I was doing. Third nothing happened this
time. He was drunk and got a little enthusiastic when we were talking."
"So you admit something happened."
"No! Nothing happened. I bought him
a drink to apologize for getting in a fight with him earlier. He
was just talking and he grabbed my hands."
"What was he saying?"
"Oh, well...that's not really important."
"God you can't even think up a decent lie.
You are really pathetic."
"Alright, if you really want to know he was trying
to convince me to go out with him instead of you. I told him no Justin!
I love you not him! I swear it!"
The expression on his face softened a little but
he didn't say anything. Then I realized what I had said. I
"You...love me," he asked softly.
No taking it back now.
"Yes. I'm sorry. I wasn't going
to tell you so soon..."
"No, don't apologize. I...love you too."
"Oh. Well, um, that's...good."
"Yeah," he agreed slowly.
"So...now what? Do you at least believe me
"Yeah, I think I have too. Just don't let
it happen again."
"Nothing hap..." I began, then changed my mind.
"Ok, I wont. Can we go back to the club now?"
"I think I'm just gonna go back to the hotel.
I'm pretty tired. You go though. I imagine you want to do a
little more drinking."
"No not really. I'll come back with you."
"You don't have to do that. Go have fun.
I was just being stupid and paranoid. I shouldn't have made you leave."
"Justin you didn't make me leave. I followed
you because I want to be with you. I went to the club to be with
you and I'll come to the hotel or go to Mexico if I have to. I want
to be with you."
He smiled and nodded his head slowly.
"Well let's get a cab then before someone recognizes
We hailed a cab and were on our way back to the
hotel. Neither one of us said I word. I was busy mulling over
the implications of what had happened and from the distant look in Justin's
eyes I was sure he was doing the same. I was in love and had that
love returned. It was the most wonderful and at the same time most
frightening thing I had ever faced. The fact was I was sailing in
uncharted waters and I had no idea whether to expect calm seas or a hurricane.
The cab arrived at the hotel in short order and
we rushed through the lobby and to the elevator. The floor for the
bands was silent. Everyone was still out celebrating and the entire
entourage of security guards and managers was ether with them or enjoying
a night off. Justin opened the door to his suite and I followed him
in. He didn't even bother to turn the lights on. As soon as
I shut the door he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him.
His lips met mine and my mouth parted to allow his tongue caress to my
tonsils. I ran my hands across his back and through his hair.
What seemed like hours later he finally parted and he giggled.
"I wanted to do that in Times Square, but I figured
it was better to wait until no one would see us."
"Yeah I guess so. So what are we doing now?"
"Room service. And a movie."
"Sounds good. And what are we watching?"
"I don't know. Whatever is on. I'm sure
if it's boring we can find a way to occupy our time."
For an answer I grinned and picked up the
"Hello, room service? What kind of champagne
to you have? Good I'll take a bottle of that and..."
Lance was getting bored. He wasn't much for
drinking or clubbing and he hadn't gotten much sleep last night.
Britney seemed to be enjoying JC's company if the way she was hanging on
him was any indication. Brian had gone down to see what the rest
of the group was up to. Zack and Justin were gone, no doubt making
out in some dark corner. Lance was not jealous exactly, actually
he was very happy for them. But he was envious. If only he
could be as lucky as they were and find someone special. Maybe he
would just go back to the hotel. There was no point in staying here.
"Hey guys I'm gonna go back to the hotel."
"What? Oh yeah sure Lance. See ya.
So anyway there were these girls..."
JC continued his story as Lance left the room.
He doubted that Britney had even noticed he was gone. There must
be something going on between those two. He was heading for the stairs
when he saw Nick sitting at the bar. His shoulders were slumped and
his was resting in his hands. The drink in front of him was only
half full but it looked like it had been sitting there for a while.
"Nick? You ok?"
Nick was in bad shape. His eyes were rimmed
red either from way too much to drink or from crying. Maybe both,
judging by the tear stains on his cheeks and the smell of whiskey on his
"Lance? I think I screwed up again," Nick
With a sigh Lance settled Nick's considerable bill
and helped him over to a couch in the corner.
"Ok Nick. Tell me what happened."
Joey was extremely drunk and it showed. He
and taken it upon himself to round everyone up and heard them back to the
hotel. Unfortunately he could barely stand up, which left Chris and
AJ supporting him up the stairs to their private room. When the door
opened they were all treated to the sight of Britney and JC making out.
"Oh holy shit," Joey exclaimed.
Britney blushed and suprisingly so did JC.
They both looked like they'd been caught outside in a tornado. Their
hair was in disarray and their clothes were rumpled. Half the buttons
on JC's shirt were undone.
"Hey guys," JC said weakly. "Didn't expect
you back so soon."
"Well were headed back to the hotel, why don't you
two come with so you can GET A ROOM!"
"Hey relax Joe," Chris said, putting a hand on his
friend's shoulder. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah were ready," Britney mumbled. Apparently
she'd had quite a few drinks.
"Ok, well the limo's waiting outside. We think
Zack and Justin already left, suprise suprise. Have you seen Lance
"Nick was at the bar, Lance said he was leaving.
Maybe he took Nick with him."
"Well that's good enough for me," Joey grinned.
"Let's get the hell out of here!"
The limo ride to the hotel was interesting.
Joey was singing off key, Britney and JC were having trouble keeping their
hands to themselves which made Christina mad for some reason, and everyone
else was either exhausted, drunk, or both.
Justin emptied the last of the champagne into his
glass and shoved the bottle back into the bucket. He snuggled back
up against his boyfriend and turned back to the movie. Taking a more
careful look at Zack he noticed he was asleep. With a sigh he stripped
him down to his boxers and tucked him into the bed. Zack stirred
and smiled in his sleep. After a minute Justin decided to get ready
for bed too. He brushed his teeth, washed up and undressed.
When he got back Zack was snuggled soundly into the middle of the bed,
and half-turned so that he was taking up almost the entire king-size bed.
Justin gently pushed his legs aside and climbed under the covers.
He sipped his champagne and started watching the last of The Green Mile.
He was in tears by the time the movie was over.
Sniffling quietly, he started to slip out of bed in search of a tissue
when he felt a pair of arms tighten around his middle. He looked
over his shoulder and saw Zack smiling back at him. With one arm
he drew Justin back into the bed and with the other he wiped his tears
away. Justin wrapped his own arms around Zack, completing the embrace,
and sank back into the bed. For a moment he just enjoyed the feeling
of being comforted in the arms of the guy he loved. And then all
hell broke lose.
Joey was pretty toasted when he got back to his
suite. For some reason his key wasn't working in the door.
Then he realized the door was unlocked. At last he made it inside
and fumbled the light switch on. He stumbled into the darkened bedroom
and flopped down on the bed. Or at least that was what he intended
to do. Instead of landing on the bed he hit a warm body which started
screaming. That woke up the other body in the bed and it started
yelling and screaming too. Joey, who was confused as hell, tried
to extricate himself from the bed and the screaming bodies. But they
were both thrashing around trying to get him out or get out or who knew
what. The commotion finally ended when JC flipped on the light.
Joey found himself starring at Nick and Lance, both naked as the day they
"What the hell are you doing in my room Lance?"
"Joey this isn't your room. Your room is next
door," Lance said quietly.
"Well what the hell are you doing in your
room then? I thought Justin was the fag in the group!"
"Hey," Nick shouted. "Don't talk to him like
"Boys," JC interrupted. "I think it's pretty
obvious what's going on. And Nick, we don't need you getting in another
fight tonight so chill out."
"What's going on in here," Brian asked as he came
in. "I heard yelling and I thought..." His eyes ran over Lance
and Nick. "Oh."
"Is everything ok in here?" Chris was in the
doorway, he too caught sight of the naked guys in the bed and stopped short.
AJ and Kevin came in behind him and stopped just as abruptly. So
of course when Christina got there she couldn't see into the room, being
that the guys were taller than her.
"Let me through! What's going on? What
happened to Lance? I heard people yelling and..." She finally
got into the room and saw what happened.
So that was how Lance and Nick found themselves
naked and trying to hide under the sheets of Lance's bed with most of their
tourmates as an audience.
"Well," JC said after a while. "I'm very...um...happy
for both of you and good luck in wherever you decide to take things from
here guys. Now it's pretty late and I think we all need to get to
bed. I'm sure if anybody has questions they can wait till morning."
Lance shot JC a grateful look as everyone started
leaving. Everyone except Joey.
"Come on Joe," Chris said wearily. "I'll help
you find your room."
After they left Lance got out of bed
and started hunting for some clothes to put on.
"You're not leaving are you?" Nick's voice
was that of a child asking if he was going to be left alone in the dark
with the monsters.
"I'll be back soon," Lance replied. "I just
need to do something real quick."
"Lance...I...I'm sorry if you regret what happened.
I didn't mean to make you do anything you didn't want to."
"Woah! Where did you get an idea like that?
Nick, I don't regret what happened. But I was just shoved out
of the closet in front of most of my closet friends. I need to think
about this for a minute. And I need to talk to somebody."
"Don't worry about it. Just something I need
to do before I can go to sleep."
"It can't wait untill morning?'
"No. It'll just take a minute."
"Oh. Yeah, ok. Well don't be gone too
Justin and Zack listened, their eyes growing wider
as the yelling grew louder. It was coming from next door. Lance's
room, Justin thought. Finally it stopped.
"Think we should go over and see what's wrong,"
"Nah, everybody else'll go. No sense getting
out of a nice warm bed when there's nothing we can do."
"But what if it's something serious?"
"With Lance? I doubt it. He probably
saw a mouse or something."
"I think I'll go check. You never know..."
"Oh no you wont. You'll stay right here and
let somebody else worry about Lance. If something was wrong they'd
come wake us up."
"Well I don't think I can just go back to sleep
yet. That scarred the shit out of me."
"Who said we were gonna be sleeping," Justin asked
with a mischievous grin.
For a response Zack kissed him. The
kiss was slow and deeply passionate. Then it got quicker and hotter.
Zack's tongue explored Justin's mouth as his hands ran across his back.
The two lovers groped each other all over. Justin ground himself
against Zack's hard body. He could feel Zack's hard cock pressing
against him. He rolled over on top of Zack and straddled him.
Then he began kissing his neck, moving slowly down across his chest and
chiseled abs. He could feel the warmth radiating from Zack's crotch.
He heart beat faster in his chest. Gently he gripped Zack in one
hand and parted his lips. And then there was a knock at the door.
"Maybe they'll go away," Justin groaned.
There was another knock at the door, this time louder
and more forceful. Somebody was pounding on the door.
"Damn it all," Justin mumbled. "Stay here
I'll find out who it is and send them away."
Justin shivered as he left the warmth of the bed
and wrapped a robe around his naked body. He crossed the suite quickly
as the pounding on the door resumed. He wrenched the door open and
to his suprise it was not JC, or Britney, or even Joey's drunk ass.
Lance was standing there his fist raised and frozen in the middle of banging
on the door that was no longer there.
"Lance! What the hell are you doing?
Do you know what time it is?"
"Shut up Justin. We need to talk," Lance
That really threw him off. Lance was almost
never angry and even when he was he wasn't rude about it.
"Lance, what is..."
"Just shut up and listen to me," Lance growled as
he brushed past Justin and into the suite. Justin closed the door
and followed him in, taking a seat on the couch. Lance did not sit.
"I really can't believe you Justin. I always
knew you were a selfish prick, but I didn't know you were such an asshole
on top of it."
"Lance what are you talking about? Whatever
I did to you..."
"To me? Oh you didn't do anything to me."
"Then what the hell are you talking about?"
"I know why Nick is mad at you."
"What? You've got to be kidding! Nick
told you why he's pouting like a little kid over something that happened
two years ago, and now you're gonna get on my case about it too?
That's just great Lance. Thanks a lot."
"It's not about what happened two years ago you
insensitive shit, it's about what you're doing now!"
"What are you talking about. I haven't..."
"Don't play dumb with me! You know exactly
what I'm talking about. Nick got over what you did to him two years
ago, but now you're doing it again!"
"Lance are you on crack? I..."
"Come on Justin, you know he wanted Zack.
So what did you do? You got him first. And let Nick get his
heart broken all over again!"
"Oh god. Lance, you've got it wrong.
That's not what happened."
"I don't want to hear your excuses. I just
came to tell you that you can stop playing your little mind games now.
Nick has me and he doesn't need you or your little boytoy model.
So you can cut the crap and drop him the way you do with everyone else
who you're finished using."
"Lance, just let me explain." He was on the
verge of tears now. He had liked Zack before Nick had but Lance didn't
know that. Come to think of it neither did Zack. As if summoned
by that thought Zack was there.
"Well, " he said quietly. "That exaplains
why you made me chase you out of the club at least. I guess I'll
be on my way if you're done using me Justin."
He was fully dressed, which meant that he had probably
heard the entire conversation. Justin's throat closed up. He
tried to choke out something. Even one word that would stop his boyfriend
from walking out the door, but all that came out was a strangled cry.
The door shut quietly behind Zack. Justin's breath was coming raggedly,
his heart was pounding, and anguished sobs came from his mouth. Tears
rained down on his cheeks. In the blink of an eye he had lost one
of his best friends and the only person he had ever really loved.
His heart cried out for him to do something, anything, but his mind and
body were paralyzed with grief, and the nagging guilt that on some level
what Lance said was true. He didn't even notice when Lance left a
short time later.
Lance closed the door to his room quietly, not wanting
to wake Nick. He shouldn't have worried, he was already awake.
"Is everything ok Lance?"
"Yeah. Everything's fine."
"Were you in Justin's room? I heard yelling
and I thought...that...well, I don't know what I thought."
"Yeah, I just needed to clear up a few things with
Lance hesitated. This might be a good time
to lie, but lying didn't come easily for him. So he told the truth.
"Because I was pissed at him for the way he treated
"Oh. Well thanks, but I think you shouldn't
have done that."
"Yeah. I'm starting to think so too."
There was nothing else to say after that.
Lance took off his clothes and climbed into bed with Nick. They fell
asleep in each other's arms some time later. The silence echoed with
their unspoken doubts and fears.
The silence was audible in the hotel lobby too.
Britney sat starring at the gilded ceilings and crystal chandeliers of
the Plaza hotel. In her younger days she had never dreamed of staying
in a place like this. It still amazed her in many ways. At
3:30 in the morning life seemed a lot simpler to her. All the hustle
and bustle of the day was still hours in the future. With the sun
would come bellhops and maids and hundreds of guests and other staff members
all going about their busy lives. Few of them would stop to admire
the beauty of their surroundings.
A shadow passed over the contentment she had been
feeling a moment ago. A vague sense of unease that her mother said
was caused by somebody walking over your grave. Upstairs everybody
should be sleeping peacefully. She should be upstairs too, but for
some reason her room seemed too confining. She thought of going to
see JC but she did want to wake him up. And of course she wasn't
sure she could trust herself is he was awake. Her feelings for him
were deep. Her bond with him was less tangible than the one she shared
with Justin, but since the days of the Mickey Mouse Club it had been there.
She supposed it could be called love, but only time would tell if she was
Her thoughts were interrupted by the elevator door
opening. Of all the people who shouldn't have a reason to be down
here at this time of night, Zack's was probably the strongest. What
he shared with Justin was truly special. Britney doubted that even
he or Justin saw it, but she did. Nevertheless he was storming across
the lobby towards the doors.
She called to him but he didn't even flinch.
His pace didn't slow one bit. She called again, louder this time,
but he still gave no sign of hearing her. She got up and ran after
him as he left the building. When she got outside he was getting
into a cab. She ran to stop him, calling to him, but he just got
in the car. The driver gave her a strange look but he didn't ask
questions. Britney reached the window and through the glass Zack's
eyes met hers. And then the cab pulled away and he was gone into
the night. There had been something about his eyes. One thing
she had noticed from the first time she met the boy was his eyes.
Anyone who looked at him was naturally drawn to those eyes. They
sparkled even in the dark and radiated happiness and confidence.
It was the feature that defined him. But not this time. Zack's
eyes had been dull, listless, almost dead. It was like somebody had
pulled the light and life right out of him and all that was left was a
shadowy figure who had once known what it was to be happy.
Slowly Britney tuned back to the hotel. The
night was cold and unfriendly and she wanted to be out of it. Whatever
had happened upstairs must have been serious, but there was nothing to
do but wait until morning. In the morning she was going to have to
find out what happened and try to fix it. If Zack was any indication,
Justin was probably a mess. As she crossed the lobby the elevator
opened again and another figure appeared. He was wearing a pair of
baggy sweats and a hotel robe and nothing else. His feet were bare
and he shivered in the cold. When she got closer she could see his
eyes were bloodshot rimmed in red. Tears ran slowly down his face.
"He's gone," Justin asked in a voice no louder than
Justin nodded and stood looking at the door.
His jaw quivered and Britney saw he was fighting to keep his self-control.
She led him to the elevator and pushed the button for their floor.
As the doors closed Justin lost it. He fell to his knees and cried
as hard as Britney had ever seen anyone cry. He was practically shreaking
with pain. She did the only thing she could do and sat down beside
him and held him tightly.
Don't you just hate me for doing this again?
I know it took me way too long to get this part out, and I make no promises
that the next one will come any sooner. I'll try not to take quite
so long though. I might be more motivated if you e-mail me...
Until next time, Peace and Love to all of you.