Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2002 21:37:39 EST From: ChefBratt@aol.com Subject: MyLanceMyLovep14 Ok here's the deal guys.... I don't know the members of NSYNC personally, and I could care less about their personal lives so please... this is a work of pure fiction (Sadly...) Secondly, If your not 18 or aren't allowed to read this because of legal reasons, you need to go to a more appropriate site. Also, this story contains man-to-man relationships, and at times will feature homosexual sex acts. If this offends you, you need to ask yourself, do I really want to continue??.... Anyway, I would like to thank all you readers out there for reading this, and to ask for you to continue to email me if you think this is good or whatever... (Especially if you are one of the lead characters!!...*Grin*) When we last saw the guys... "I'm reading this interesting article in 'Time' about this cute new hotel owner." Lance chuckled. "Marriott. A new Generation." Great. I hated that interview it made me sound pretentious. And the photographer made me look like 19 yr old drag queen. "Lance put that down." I begged him. "Why? You can pick up any magazine and see me or one of the other guys, but how often do I get see you in print? Besides it gives me something to look forward to." He said. "Lance, if you want to see me, just come here. You can check out the city before the guys get here." I said almost as a joke. "Really?" He asked. "If you want. Its up to you." I said "Hmmm I will have to think about that one. It sounds like a possibility." Lance chuckled. Just then I noticed Riker's program start. Waiting for him to speak, he just disappeared. "Hey Lance? Sweetie I must run. My computer just froze." I said quickly. "Ok. I miss you." He said. "I miss you too." I said before hanging up. "Ok Number one, Lets see where you went." Typing into the keyboard I called up the program that allowed me to trace my actions. "Computer, Run a level one diagnostic." I commanded. "Diagnostic results confirmed. No unusual actions." The computer responded. "Computer Locate the program, Riker One." I asked. As a security feature, the program shuts down when there is unauthorized access to my records. "The program you requested is in use at another location." The computer responded. "Computer recognize: Benson, William. Authorization French Vanilla Cream and extra Sugar." I stated. "Authorization confirmed." The computer responded. "Computer Run Program Riker 2." I commanded. "Program complete." The computer responded. "Computer, remove program Riker 1, and replace with program Riker 2." I commanded. With a whir of the fan, and a flash of the computer screen, the programs had been switched. Grabbing my laptop, I fired it up and authorized the program Riker 1 to be downloaded. "Number one what happened?" I asked as he came up on my screen. "I was running an analysis when I was removed to a portable. Restarting my program, I realized I wasn't in your memory banks anymore." He replied. "Do you know what portable and where?" I asked him. "Not for a while. I have to analyze my memory protocol and get back to you. By the way sir, how did you get me back here without whoever noticing?" he asked. "Program Riker 2. Do you think there is any danger?" I asked him. "To be on the safe side, whenever I updated your files, I updated dummy files for Riker 2. There for not at the present is there any danger sir." He replied. "Very well number one. Run your protocol, and keep me informed." 'Very strange' I thought. Who would want my files? All anyone had to do was ask me for them, they wouldn't have to steal them. Oh well... the Riker Program will reveal all. Sunny Orlando Florida: "I'm sorry Justin, I'm just swamped with work right now." Lance said into his phone. "But Lance, JC and Joey and Chris are going! I don't want to go and not be able to do anything! At least with you there, you will keep me company!" Justin said heatedly. "Justin, I'm sorry but I have a lot of work to do. Why don't we do this. You come over here and watch movies or something, and I will work on my laptop." Lance suggested as he put his clothes away. Whenever he was depressed about something Lance cleaned. "Well I don't know. I don't want to disappoint JC, but I don't want to sit there all alone either...." Justin whined into the phone. "Look Justin, if you want to come over, just go ahead. If not, have fun. I have food in the oven. I gotta run." With that Lance hung up. He hated being mean to his friends, but he did have a lot on his mind. What was up with his feelings for Will? Was it more than friendship? He was sure that he found the one he loved, but was he willing to say it again? Lance started to think..... "I love you sooo much Lance." George said as he kissed him tenderly. "Not as much as I love you George." Lance responded before he fell deeply into his kiss. The two lovers would have continued their embrace had it not been for the vibrating in Georges pocket. "George..." Lance moaned. "Ummm George..." Lance moaned a little louder. "Yes Baby?" George replied with his mouth full of Lances ear. "Baby, you're vibrating..." Lance said. "Oh Yeah... For you baby, all for you..." George said as he pushed Lance onto the bed. Suddenly they heard the beeping of his voicemail. "Damn Phone...." George said as he flipped it open to see who had sent him a message. Listening to his message, he glanced at Lance who had slid down onto the bed, and was running his hands through his hair seductively. Getting up George said, "I have to reply to this.. Be right back." And walked into the bathroom. Lance looked at his retreating figure and thought he was the luckiest guy on earth. Realizing he hadn't eaten all day, he grabbed the take out menu off the counter and started thumbing through it. Finding what he wanted, he walked quietly towards the bathroom to see if George wanted anything. Seeing the door slightly ajar, he pushed it farther and could make out George's conversation. "I know baby, but I had to do it. I'm sorry." He was saying. "Baby listen to me. I will be home tonight and I will have the right stuff. Don't worry.. Remember I Love You...." George finished his conversation. Not knowing what to do, Lance just gathered his stuff up and was heading for the door when George appeared from the bathroom. "Where you going?" He asked. "I.. Uhh.. JC... I gotta go. I will call you later?" Lance asked steadily moving towards the door. "Lance? I Love you." George said it first. "Uh Huuh you too... Bye now." Lance said as he started for his car and ended in a dead run. How did I not see that coming? I mean the signs were all there. The sudden beeping of the oven brought his attention back to reality. "Shit! My muffins!" Lance quickly grabbed the oven mitts and pulled open the door. He usually didn't bake, but he was in the mood to do something with his hands. Thumbing through his recipe book, he found the recipe he needed had been removed. Grabbing the phone, he punched in several numbers and his mother answered. "Hi Mom." He said. "Lance Sweetie, what a pleasant surprise!" Diane Bass said into the phone. "How are you doing? How's Dad?" He asked genuinely. "Doing good sweetie. How are the boys?" she asked him. "Good. I guess they are all going out somewhere. Justin hasn't decided if he's going to go or not. He may just come over here and chill." He said looking farther through his recipe book. "Why aren't you two going out?" she asked. 'Cause the man I love is in Boston, and Justin has JC' Lance thought but responded with "Justin is too young, and I have things to bake. By the way, I need the recipe for Grams apple pie." He said. "James? Your baking? What's the problem?" she asked. "Why do you assume there is a problem?" He asked "James, You don't bake unless your upset." She said into the phone. "Mom... Nothing's bothering me. I just want to try something new, that's all." Lance said getting agitated. "Ok sweetie, but as your mother, I can tell if your upset or not. You know you can talk about anything right?" She said. "Yes I know that. I'm positive I'm fine." Lance said. With that, he got the recipe from his mother and set about making the pie. Lance was so caught up in the pie baking that he didn't even hear the doorbell ring. "Lance, I think that you're making your dough too tight." Justin said from the doorway. Startled, Lance looked up and smiled at his friend. "Justin. I thought you were gonna call first." "I tried, but your phone was off. I figured since you invited me, it was doubtless you would back out." Justin said as he set the bag he was carrying on the counter. "Well it's good of you to come. I decided not to do any real work. And besides I need someone to help me eat all this stuff." Lance said motioning around the table. "Gods Lance! What the hell has gotten into you? We are gonna all get fat!" Justin said as he slid a muffin into his mouth. "Heheheh. I'm glad you approve." Lance said as he slid another tray of goodies out of the oven. "So what kind of real food do you want to eat?" Lance asked. "I brought some fresh ingredients. Maybe we could whip up some pasta?" Justin asked. Pointing to an open cabinet, Lance replied "Sure thing. Lets get this party started!" After about an hour of crushing tomatoes, and making bread, Lance and Justin sat down to eat their creation. "What do you think?" Lance asked Justin as he spooned a helping of the fresh pasta onto his own plate. "Great! Could use some more garlic though." Justin said. "Justin can I ask you something?" Lance looked at Justin. "Certainly. I knew something was up with all the food." Justin chuckled. "How did you know you loved JC?" Lance asked. "Well that's a good one. I knew I loved JC when I first laid eyes on him." Justin sat back in his chair. "I know about his looks, but I mean really love him?" Lance pondered. "Hmm well it was before the group. You know we were on MMC together right?" Justin asked. Lance nodded and Justin continued, "Well we had done an episode in which we had to eat something that was supposed to be gross. It really was but I had a stomachache from before hand. It looked really cool the face I made, but I was really sick ya know?" Justin paused. Looking at his friend, he continued "Well when we got done for the day, I went back to my room, and laid on my bed with my toes curling from the pain. Brittany came into my room all upset because I wouldn't go with her to some party, and left all upset. As she did, JC came in with some chicken soup. He was so cute carrying that bottle. When he offered to stay with me till I felt better, I knew right then and there we would be together always." Satisfied with his story, he took a swig of his drink. "Wow. That's amazing Justin." Lance said in awe. "From that point on, it's been a ride Lance. There have been times where I couldn't get any happier. And then there were times when I hated him sooo much I could have killed him. It all comes with the territory." Justin said. Rubbing his temples, Lance realized that Justin was right. He was thinking to hard to when the answer was right in front of him. "Now its my turn. When did you fall in love?" Justin asked. "What? How did you...?" Lance looked at Justin. "Ok I give. It was the day that I met Matt, his son. We were in the studio when and he told me to relax that he would have told me about Matt soon enough, and when he did he would have been his son still. That amazed me you know?" Lance said toying with his glass. "I can see where it would have. He's seems like a good guy Lance. Just take it slow, and you will be ok. Come on now, lets clear these dishes." Justin said as he got up and carried his plate to the kitchen. Following his young friend, Lance his dishes into the dishwasher. Being as it was only about 8pm, the two boys decided to see what they could find on the television. Flipping through the channels, they settled a pay-per-view showing of the movie "Sixth Sense". Knowing that he had seen it with Will, Lance suggested something different. "But Lance, I have always wanted to see this movie. Please?" Justin asked flashing his baby blue eyes and killer smile. It was easy to see why JC fell in love with him. "Ok, but it gets quite scary at times." Lance warned him. "That's ok... If I get to scared, that couch is big enough for two." Justin chuckled. Sitting up on the couch, he scooted to one end to allow Justin room. As the movie unfolded, the two boys kept getting closer and closer. By the time that Justin got up to use the bathroom, Lance had sprawled out on the large sofa. Returning from the bathroom, Justin looked at the couch and started to pout. "Where am I gonna sit?" Justin asked. "You should move." Justin shoved Lances legs out of the way. "And what if I don't?" Lance joked. "Oh well." Justin fell onto Lance. "Justin get off me!" Lance shouted. "Too late. I asked you to move. I'm now comfortable." Justin said with a smirk. Realizing that he was trapped, Lance just sighed and continued the movie. It was either the good food, or the heat, or the wine, but the two boys quickly fell asleep. Lance realized that Justin was very comfortable to sleep with, and wrapped his arms tighter around his friend. Justin in turn found that he liked wrapping his arms around someone who was a tad bit smaller than he. He loved JC, but physically it was comforting being the bigger man. As the evening continued, Lance started to dream about Will. It was one of those weird dreams where nothing seems right, but in the end it all worked out. Just as he thought that Will was going away on a long trip to outer space, he pulled him closer and kissed him. Wait a minute; Lance thought this feels real, too real. Thinking this was a dream, Lance pulled the old trick 'Pinch me, I'm dreaming'. He pinched his arm, and suddenly Will was gone. In his place, in his arms, was one of his best friends, Justin Timberlake. And it was just like his dream, he was kissing him. Or was Justin kissing Lance? He couldn't figure it out. He was so confused. In a matter of seconds, his whole body came alive. His mind and heart told him to stop, but the rest of him told him to continue. On top of him, it appeared that Justin was having a similar dilemma. "Uhhh Justin?" Lance said pulling away. "Lance?" Justin said as he pulled farther away. "What the fuck??" The both shouted almost in unison. Heheheh here you go... another Cliff Hanger!!