My New Life
The concert that night sounded good. The guys had come up with a full-size
cardboard Joey they brought out on the stage. They moved their Joey
around the stage putting it in the position Joey would stand for each number.
It got a lot of laughs from the audience and the guys had fun with it.
At the end of the show the guys acknowledged Marc for filling in on Joey’s
vocals. They tried calling him out on stage but he refused.
Everyone was beat when they dragged themselves back to their hotel.
“Does anyone want to do anything?” Justin asked.
“Not tonight,” Marc answered. “I need everyone to pack before you
go to bed. Your wake up call will be at six.”
Everyone groaned at this.
“We have to be on the bus by seven,” Marc added.
“Where are we headed?” Sara asked.
The phone was ringing as Marc reached over to answer it.
“Yes. . . . . . Thank you,” Marc sleepily said as hung up the phone.
Pulling Lance closer to him he started to nuzzle his neck.
Lance moaned as Marc’s kisses moved higher till Marc was nibbling on his
ear. “Do we have any time?” Lance dreamily asked.
“No. Just time to shower and dress.”
Turning his head Lance gave Marc a quick kiss. “Let’s get moving,”
Lance sighed as he rolled out of bed. “You want to share the shower?”
“We’ll be late if we do,” Marc pointed out. “You shower first; I’ll
brush my teeth and shave.”
Lance reached up and stroked the side of Marc’s face. “I like your
“I’m only shaving my neck, the stubble itches.”
“Good! You look so hot in the beard,” Lance said giving Marc a quick
kiss on the end of his nose.
Lance quickly showered then changed places with Marc. In no time they
were dressed and doing a final check of their room making sure nothing has
been left behind. All the bags were loaded on the luggage carts and
everyone made their way down to the tour bus.
“So this is the infamous tour bus,” Sara said when she stepped aboard the
“Our home away from home,” JC said. “Would you like the ten cent tour?”
“This is our couch,” JC said while pointing left. “And across from
it is our table booth where we sometimes eat.”
“Play cards,” Chris added.
“And sometimes my mobile office,” Marc said.
“The galley is next,” JC said continuing the tour.
Sara inspected the cabinets and refrigerator. “I’m surprised.
I expected junk food.”
“That’s about all we kept in there,” Lance said. “But your brother
had a hissy fit and got us on healthy food.”
“I did not have a hissy fit! . . . . I just suggested a wider variety of snacks, other than sugar, would be
better for everyone.”
“Yeah, fruit and veggie sticks. Yummy,” Joey said smacking his lips.
“And who seems to have become quite fond of the yogurt cups?” Marc
Everyone pointed to Joey. Joey started to blush, “Yeah, they are kind
To get Joey, off the spot JC continued the tour. “Just past the galley
is the bathroom.”
“A warning, Sara. No one uses it right after Joey has been in there,”
“You have to give it about ten minutes before the air is breathable in there,”
Justin said holding his nose with one hand and waving away the nasty smell
with the other.
Sara laughed as Joey made a lunge for Justin but Justin ran to the front
of the bus.
“Behave you two,” JC admonished. “Sorry about that. They’re
usually better behaved than that.
“No we’re not,” Joey and Justin said in unison.
JC rolled his eyes heavenward, pleading for the greater power to intervene
on his behalf to prevent any further embarrassing situations.
Marc sighed, “Do you think you can stand four more days of this group?”
“Yes,” Sara laughed. “I could put up with anything as long as Josh
and I get some time together.”
JC leaned in and gave Sara a quick kiss. “Let’s finish the tour before
this bus starts moving.”
Stepping through the curtains, he continued, “This is where we sleep. We each
have our own bunk.”
JC showed Sara his bunk. “There’s not much room.” Looking at
Lance and Marc she asked, “Don’t you find it a tight fit?”
“It was at first,” Marc said. “But we’ve managed.” Chris and
Joey started to cough.
“What’s in there?” Sara asked pointing to the door.
“By day it is our lounge,” JC said.
“By night it’s the den of debauchery,” Chris said before ducking from Marc’s
slap in the back of his head.
Sara turned to her brother with a raised eyebrow. Marc cleared his
throat, “A little after we started this tour the guys had some modifications
made to the lounge.”
JC opened the door and ushered Sara in. “Wow! . . . Why this?”
“Those two tried to sleep together in one of the bunks. Before we
knew it they had started to pull all the cushions off the couches and were
sleeping on the floor,” JC explained. “We had our crew do this as a
“It’s kind of large just for the two of you,” Sara observed.
“There’s room for the whole group,” Lance said. We all hang out in
here, watch a movie, and play video games.”
“It’s also a good place to read and relax,” Marc added.
“Is everyone accounted for?” George, their driver, called back.
“We’re all here,” Marc answered.
“I’m going to get some more shuteye,” Chris said as he went to his bunk.
“I’m all for more of that,” Joey said. “See everyone at the meal stop.”
“K,” Marc said giving Joe a pat on his back.
“You going to get some more shuteye?” Marc asked Justin.
“No. I’ve got an idea for a song. I’ll have me a bowl or two
of cereal and see what I can come up with.”
“Ah, Captain Crunch. Brain food for song-writers,” Marc kidded.
“Don’t knock it until you try it,” Justin said as he made his exit.
Marc and Lance kicked off their shoes and climbed upon their bed.
“You want to get some more rest?” JC asked.
“It was a short night. Is there a bunk I could use?” Sara asked.
“My bunk is available,” Lance offered. “And the sheets are clean.”
“If you want to be close, there’s JC’s bunk,” Marc pointed out. “But
you will have to put up with Chris and Joey’s ribbing you two about sharing
“Or, you two can get comfortable and cuddle up here with us,” Lance offered.
“It’s more than big enough for us all.”
JC looked at Sara. “It’s alright with me,” she said. Kicking
off their shoes they joined Lance and Marc on the big bed.
“Now you two behave,” Marc admonished. “This room is for cuddling
only. We don’t want to be subjected to a breeder demonstration.”
“Breeder?” JC quizzed.
“Us, making out,” Sara said.
“Oh! . . . . It can’t be any worse than watching you two go at it,” JC shot
“When did you see us do anything other then kiss?” Lance asked.
JC blushed, “I was in an adjoining dressing room one night when you two
snuck in for a quickie..
The door between the rooms was cracked open.”
“I think I would have noticed a light coming from an open door,” Marc said.
“I was just leaving and had shut the light off when I heard the door in
the other room open and close. The lights came on and I could hear
a lot of moaning going on. I kind of peeked through the crack and saw you guys.”
“What did you see?” Sara asked, her interest peaked.
“Just them sucking face. And Lance undressing Marc.”
“Did you stay for the whole show?” Marc asked.
Shaking he head, “No. When Lance dropped to his knees pulling your
pants down I got out of there.”
Sara was grinning at Lance, who was turning a deep crimson. Marc pulled
him close to his chest giving him a kiss behind the ear. “Too bad he
missed the best part,” Marc whispered.
Rolling his eyes Lance tried to change the subject, “Let’s get some rest.”
It was late afternoon when the *Nsync tour bus pulled into the parking deck
of their hotel. Everyone stretched their legs and arms as they stepped
off the bus. Security whisked them into the hotel and up to their rooms.
“What are we going to do the rest of the night?” Chris asked.
“How about dinner then hit a jazz club,” JC suggested.
“Sounds good,” Lance agreed.
“You up to going out tonight?” Marc asked Joey.
“Not really. I’ll order in and take it easy.”
Justin saw the look on Marc’s face. He knew Marc was going to ruin
his and Lance’s evening out by offering to stay with Joey. “Joe, mind
if I hang out with you tonight?” Justin asked.
“You don’t want to go out?” Joey asked.
“I’ve been here with my parents several times. I won’t be allowed
into the clubs because of my age. How about we order in some food and
see what movies they have of pay for view?”
“It sounds good,” Joey agreed.
“Nothing spicy,” Sara warned.
“Yes, Nurse Sara,” Joey
said with a grin. “Just, why don’t you come over in an hour.”
“K, see you then,” Justin said as Joey went into his room.
Marc put his arm around Justin shoulders giving him a squeeze. “You
didn’t have to do that you know,” Marc said.
“I wanted to do this. Besides you and Lance deserve a night out without
worrying about Joey and me.”
“Thanks. I owe you one,” Marc said.
“No you don’t,” Justin said. “This is just a little payback for all
the things you’ve done for me.”
Security had made arrangements for the guys to visit one of the cities famous
restaurants, Royal Café. Never having experienced
the cuisine of New Orleans, Marc ordered the Taste of New Orleans dinner,
A great way to sample three of New Orleans's best -- spicy red beans, creole
file' gumbo and followed by a main course of shrimp creole.
Afterward they were dropped at a Bourbon Street Jazz Club.
“Joe, do you want any more ice cream?” Justin asked as he made himself
another hot fudge sundae.
“No, I’m fine,” Joey said as he preceded to let out a loud belch.
“Thanks for agreeing to having ice cream for supper.”
“No problem bro. Did the ice cream help your throat?”
“Yeah, I can hardly feel it now,” Joey said. “How long before the
“We still have half an hour.”
Joey watched Justin as he finished his sundae. Placing his dish on
the cart he pushed it out into the hall. Justin picked up the phone
and dialed room service. “Hello, this is room 812. Can you have
someone pick up the food cart please.”
“Good idea,” Joey said. “Get rid of the evidence before the others
“I just didn’t want to listen to Chris and JC ragging on us for having too
“Justin, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, Joe. What do you want to know?”
“What was going on with you yesterday? Chris said something was bothering
“It was nothing really. I just got a stupid notion in my head.”
“What kind of notion?” Joey asked.
Justin started to blush. “I saw something yesterday that I didn’t
understand and my imagination told me the worst.”
“What did you see?”
“You and Marc in bed.”
Joey’s heartbeat quickened, “When was this?”
“A half hour before our wake up call.”
“What did your imagination tell you?” Joey nervously asked.
“That you and Marc were messing around behind Lance’s back.”
“See, I told you it was stupid. I now realize it was more out of jealousy.”
“Jealousy of what?”
“The time Marc was spending with you.”
“Have you talked to Marc about this?”
“Yeah, we took a “let’s talk walk.” Marc asked what was bothering
me and I told him.”
“What did he say?”
“He kind of turned the tables on me. He pointed out whenever I was
scared or not feeling well, he was always there to hold me and tell me everything
was going to be all right. I would always fall asleep in his arms feeling
safe and protected. Just like he did for you the other night.”
“Marc does have a way of making you feel better,” Joey agreed.
Justin said, “He made his feeling clear on how much some of us mean to him.”
“In what way?”
“Well, Marc and I have a connection. He’s my best friend, and I look
up to him as a big brother. I know he loves me and I love him, as a
brother,” Justin added. “And Marc said he has the same connection with
“I consider Marc one of my best friends, also,” Joey said.
“He considers you a brother, too.”
Joey got a puzzled look on his face.
“Joe, Marc lost two brothers in that crash. His kid brother.
And his twin brother.”
“And we’ve replaced them in Marc’s eyes,” Joey said with some understanding.
“Yeah, in a way we have. Lance is so lucky in a way to have fallen
in love with a man that has so much love to give. Marc’s love for Lance
is unquestionable. His love for his family is overflowing. He
lost his family and now he is building a new one. He has embraced Tom
and Sara as his family. It didn’t take too long for Marc to claim the
five of us, as family.”
“I knew I wanted Marc to become part of my life the first day we met,” Joey
“We all did,” Justin agreed. “You should have seen Marc with my two
brothers. They both love him to death. All my parents love him.”
Joey shot Justin a funny look. “Even Randy?”
“It took some time. My homophobic dad has come around and now accepts
Marc for the man he is; in spite of being gay.”
“I know Lance was always uncomfortable around Randy,” Joey pointed out.
“I think Lance will find my dad a lot easier to be around. Dad knows
he and Marc are together. As long as the two of them don’t get all hot
and heavy in front of him there shouldn’t be any problems.”
“How many of our families did Marc meet when you guys were in Orlando?”
“Well, both sets of my parents, your mom and dad, Chris’ mom and Lance’s
“What was that meeting like?” Joey asked.
“I think Marc was surprised to meet Diane. They had talked on the
phone some, so Marc recognized her voice. They seemed to hit it off
“That’s good,” Joey said. “It helps of your future mother-in-law likes
“Yeah, it can defiantly say Diane likes Marc.”
“I was having a hard time at the hospital. I was scared and Marc was
hugging me telling me everything was going to be all right. While he
was hugging me, my dad showed up.”
“Yeah, oh shit. That’s what hit the fan. Dad verbally attacked
“Did Marc punch his lights out?” Joey asked.
“No. He looked like he wanted to. I pleaded with him not to.”
“What did he do?”
“He ran out of the room. Mom saw how upset Marc was so she sent me
out to find him. I found him sitting in the stairwell crying.”
“While I was trying to calm Marc down Diane got into my dad’s face and told
“Really?” Joey grinned.
“Yeah, Mom, laid into him next. Then Grams, put her two cents
Justin chuckled, “It seems Grams has the hots for Marc.”
“Grams has this thing for Marc’s ass. When we were heading back to
L.A. we were saying our good-byes, Grams grabbed Marc’s ass when they were
“Way to go Grams!” Joey cheered.
“It looks like Marc won’t have any problem moving to Orlando,” Justin said.
“Just, how big is the house Marc bought?”
Justin was surprised at Joey’s question. “How do you know about the
“How do you think?”
“Oh, yeah,” Justin shook his head. “I admit, I’m slow at times. .
. . The house is the one behind Lance’s house. The one you see
over the back fence. It’s larger than Lance’s, four bedrooms.
And it has an enormous great room.”
“Is that where Marc’s putting his studio?” Joey asked.
“Yeah. He was having one built for the cabin. He was going to
have it put in a barn on his property. Marc just had it shipped down.”
“Marc said something about a pool.”
“Oh, man, that’s the best part of the house,” Justin said excitedly.
“The pool is really big and there’s a hot tub, the patio around the pool has
a big bar-b-q. And it’s all in an enclosure, no bugs to put up with.”
“Sounds perfect for a party,” Joey grinned.
“Yeah, it be a great place to party,” Justin agreed. “And there is
plenty of room to crash.”
“Marc said there were four bedrooms.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what he is going to do with them,” Justin said.
“Marc told me we could each furnish one of the bedrooms,” Joey said.
“That way we would have a place to sleep.”
“Really? Oh man this could be fun.”
“Hold on, Curly. These are Marc’s bedrooms not your own pleasure
pad. He has made arrangements for us each spend five hundred on bedroom
furnishing. They are to be used as guest bedrooms so we can’t go too
“I guess a mirrored ceiling will be out?” Justin asked with a smile.
Joey rolled his eyes.
The happy group returned to their hotel a little after midnight. After
wishing everyone good night, Lance and Marc returned to their room for a good
“I really enjoyed that,” Lance said as he kicked off his shoes.
“It was fun,” Marc agreed. “I’ve found a new passion.”
Lance grinned, “Let me guess, Gumbo!”
Marc pulled Lance into his arms. “I’m hooked on the taste of “Nawln,” DAT
“Oh! My! God! Are Y’all turning into a southerner?”
“Nope, this Yankee just has the cravings for southern food and one southern
“Now which gentleman would that be?” Lance asked as he wrapped his
arms around Marc neck.
“Only my Colonel.” Leaning in Marc found his man's lips, intent on
sampling his favorite southern dish.
The group gathered in Lance and Marc’s room for breakfast. Sara took
a look at Joey, gauging his improvement.
“How is he?” Lance asked.
“He’s doing better. His soreness seems to have gone away.”
“Great!” Chris said with a big grin. “He can perform tonight.”
“No. His voice hasn’t fully recovered,” Sara pointed out.
“I can do the interviews. Can’t I?” Joey asked.
Sara nodded, “As long as you take it easy. Don’t speak too loud.”
“So you will do the interviews and the meet n’ greet,” Marc clarified.
“Ok, is everyone packed?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why we can’t stay another night,” Justin wined.
“Tomorrow is a free day, we don’t have anything scheduled.”
“You’re right you don’t have anything scheduled, tour wise,” Marc agreed.
“But the whole group is expected somewhere in the afternoon.”
“Where are we expected?” Justin asked.
“We’re all expected at your grandparents for supper.”
“Yes!” Chris shouted. “Justin, I love your Grams' cooking.”
“How long have you known about this?” Lance asked.
“I got a call from Grams last week wanting to know what you guys' schedule
was like while in Memphis,” Marc said. “The original schedule would
put us in Memphis late in the afternoon. I know how we feel after a
long bus trip and I thought we would be too tired to enjoy the visit.
By leaving after the concert we will sleep most of the way and we will be
in our hotel early enough so everyone could rest and be refreshed for supper
“I need to pack if we’re leaving tonight,” Justin said as he headed for
“We need to pack, also,” Sara said. Turning to her brother, “What
are you doing today?”
“While they are having fun with interviews, I have band rehearsal.”
“Mind if I tag along?” Sara asked.
“Bored all ready?” Marc teased.
“I’ve already been through the interview thing. After the third interview
I knew all the answers.”
“Yeah, the shine of stardom wears off quickly once you’ve seen them in their
underwear,” Marc smirked as he watched Josh blush.
Marc and Sara took a security van over to the arena. Marc showed Sara
around back stage spending some time watching the finishing touches to the
stage come together. Swinging by the management office, Marc picked
up his messages. As he flipped through the post-it notes he stopped
with a frown.
“What’s wrong?” Sara asked.
“A note from a young friend,” Marc said as he reached for his cell.
Scrolling through his address book he found the number.
“Hello, Mrs. Brown. This is Marc Newman, how are you today? . . .
. . Yes, Emma, thank you. . . . . Is Bobby there? I have a message
to call him. . . . . Oh good, can I talk to him? . . . . Hey Sport,
what’s up? . . . . Really? . . . . That’s great. . . . “
Sara watched her brother's face as he talked to Bobby, who ever Bobby was.
She knew most of Marc’s friends but didn’t remember any Bobby. It could
be someone from drum corps, she thought. He knew hundreds of kids from
“Okay buddy. I’ll talk to you soon. . . . Bye.” Marc switched
off his cell and dropped it in his pocket. Glancing at Sara he grinned.
“Who’s Bobby?” Sara asked.
“A new friend,” Marc said. “When we were in L.A. we went to Disneyland.
Being with the guys meant we get VIP treatment. While waiting for our
personal guide to arrive we noticed a group of handicapped kids waiting for
their guide and helpers. The Disney people were having a hard time getting
enough people together for the kids. We offered to help out by being
the kids helpers. The two groups joined together and we hit the park.
I was teamed up with Bobby Joe Brown, a thirteen year old double amputee.”
“What kind of amputation?”
“Just below the knees. He was in a car accident. He lost his
family in the accident.”
“Oh, my!” Sara took Marc’s hand in hers. “I take it you two
hit it off.”
“Not at first. He had an attitude. No matter what we did he
had a snide comment about it.”
“Ah, now I see. You have never backed away from a challenge.”
“He wasn’t that much of a challenge,” Marc said with a smile. “But
I did challenge Bobby. There was no reason he was still in a wheel chair.
I told him when he could walk on his own two feet I would fly him out to
Orlando and we would do Disney World.”
“I take it he’s accepted your challenge.”
“Yeah, but there was a problem. The insurance company tried telling
him he had waited too long and they wouldn’t pay for his prosthetics.”
“I made arrangements for
Bobby to get his legs.”
“You paying for them?”
“If I needed to, I would. I had my lawyer make a few calls.
He has a friend in L.A. that works for a big law firm that specializes in
insurance cases. A couple phone calls got everything straightened out.”
“That’s good. And today’s call?”
Smiling Marc answered, “Bobby wanted to tell me about joining a track team.”
Marc met three of *Nsync’s band members. Brian, on keyboards,
Ron, on guitar, Jeff on base with Marc on drums made up what would be the
opening act of their last show of the tour. After several hours of rehearsal
the group knew they had it down the way they wanted. The new music
drew the attention of a lot of the support personnel. Everyone congratulated them on
the new sound and asked what else they had planned.
Bev, head of wardrobe had some ideas about costumes. Not to be left
out, the makeup department had some ideas of their own. Marc’s
idea of an amusing opening act had taken on a life of it’s own. Ideas
were tossed around on how to make their act better. Marc had to remind
everyone that they were only doing a twenty-minute set. Before the guys
returned from their interviews, Marc and his new band visited wardrobe, trying
on several possible outfits. Makeup had some wild ideas and they had
Marc in a chair fitting a wig and a few surprise they had in mind to change
That night Marc once more filled in for Joey on his vocals. The whole
crew kept Marc’s secret about the new opening act from the guys. No
one suspected any thing was up. Just one hour after the end of the concert
the tour bus was loaded and they were headed for Memphis.
It was midmorning when their tour bus pulled into the hotels parking deck.
The group was swiftly ushered up to their floor. Security was waiting
for them when they stepped off the elevator. Marc was handed his and
Sara’s keys. Joey and Justin would share a room, while JC and Lance
were assigned a room, leaving Chris with a room of his own. After security
left them Marc and JC exchanged keys.
“Why do we have to do this?” JC asked again.
“Sara is my guest,” Marc said. “Our rooms are not being charged to
the tour but to me. If anyone questions the fact that there is a female
staying on the same floor as you guys, you are covered.”
“Oh! Brother and sister having adjoining rooms are not that unusual.
You are related,” JC said with understanding.
“But security knows who is staying with who,” Justin pointed out.
“Yes they do. But if they are ever questioned, they can honestly say
that the assigned rooms had me next to Sara.”
“That’s why you and Lance always seem to have adjoining rooms,” Chris said
The luggage carts arrived and everyone grabbed their bags and headed to
“What time are we leaving for my grandparents?” Justin asked.
“Everybody needs to be ready to leave by two thirty,” Marc said as he swiped
his key to unlock his and Lance’s door. “Use your free time to get some
rest and get cleaned up.”
“Is that a subtle hint that some of us could use a shower?” Justin
“Ah,” Marc hesitated. “After our quick departure last night I’d say
most everyone could use one.”
Two security vans picked up the group and four of their bodyguards to take
them all to Justin’s grandparents house. As everyone climbed out of
the vans the front door opened and Justin was surprised to see both sets of
parents along with his little brothers and grandparents come out to greet
them. Justin went down the line giving everyone hugs and kisses.
As with most close families the kisses came in the form of a kiss on the mouth.
Then each of the guys went down the line greeting everyone with hugs and
kisses on the cheek. Marc and Sara watched as the guys made their way
through the line.
Taking Sara’s hand Marc approached Justin’s grandparents. “Sara, I
like to introduce you to Justin’s grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Timberlake.
This is my sister, Sara Morgan.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Timberlake,” Sara said sweetly.
“None of this Mr. and Mrs. Timberlake nonsense. Everyone calls us
Grams and Gramps.”
Justin nudged Lance as Marc went to give Grams a hug. As he had expected,
his Grams hand slipped down to Marc’s ass and she gave his a playful squeeze.
Lance’s mouth dropped open as Grams groped his boyfriend.
Leaning in Justin whispered, “See I told you. My Grams has the hots
for your boyfriend.”
“I thought you were kidding,” Lance said.
The guys watched as Marc introduced Sara to everyone in line. When
Marc got to Randy everyone watched to see what kind of greeting Marc would
get. To everyone’s surprise Randy pulled Marc into a hug.
Chris and Joey looked at each other not believing that Randy had hugged
a gay man, and was smiling while he did it.
Last in line were Jon and Steph. Marc scooped them both up into his
arms. Both boys gave Marc big hugs and to everyone’s astonishment they
both kissed Marc on the mouth.
Marc looked over at the surprised expressions of his friends. Marc
understood the kiss he got from the two boys meant they considered him their
big brother and in this family that’s how you greet family. A quick
glance at Randy’s smiling face told Marc he approved of the boys' gestures.
Everyone moved into the house, the men moving out to the patio while the
women returned to the kitchen to finish preparing the meal. Sara joined
JC on the patio after being shooed out of the kitchen by Grams.
Marc and Lance were strolling around the pool talking. They walk side
by side, their arms touching but not holding hands, when a small body moved
between them. Looking down Marc smiled as Jon took hold of one of Marc’s
and Lance’s hands. “Hey Jon, what’s up?” Marc asked.
“Steph and me want to go swimming. Mom said we couldn’t until someone
bigger could go in with us. Did you bring your swim suit?”
“Yea, I have it on under my shorts.”
“Cool!” Jon started pulling Marc toward the pool, “Come on, Marc.”
Lance was laughing at Jon’s eagerness. “What’s going on?” Joey
“The boys want to go swimming,” Lance laughed.
“Hey guys!” Joey shouted pointing at Marc and Jon. “Pool time!”
“All right!” everyone shouted.
Lisa and Grams were watching out the kitchen window chuckling. “What’s
going on?” Lynn asked.
“The boys in the pool,” Lisa said.
“I hope they aren’t getting too rough out there,” Lynn said. “We don’t
want the little ones getting hurt.”
“They’re all right,” Grams chuckled. “Their big brothers are taking
care of them.”
Lynn stood in the door, watching Jon perched on top of Justin’s shoulders
and Steph on Marc’s shoulders as they splashed and tried to dunk the other
guys. “Ow,” Lynn cringed. “The way Steph is kicking Marc he is
going to have some bruises.”
“Come on Marc,” Steph urged. “Lets dunk Lance.”
“Sorry little man. I can’t dunk Lance.”
“He’s my best friend.”
“I thought I was your best friend?” Steph asked.
“You are, little man. You are my little guy best friend. Lance
is my big guy best friend.”
“I still don’t see why you don’t want to dunk him.”
“Steph, I live with Lance. If I dunk him and he gets mad I won’t have
anyplace to live.”
“Oh! All right. But I don’t think he will be mad at you.”
Steph said. Leaning in close to Marc’s ear he whispered. “Best
friends can’t stay mad at you.”
Marc was distracted by Steph when they were hit by a wall of water splashed
at them by Lance.
Marc and Steph coughed up mouths full of water. Patting Steph’s leg
Marc whispered, “Lets get him.”
Steph giggled as he and Marc snuck up behind Lance. Steph put his
hands on the top of Lance’s head while Marc pushed down on his shoulders,
pushing Lance under the water.
Steph was laughing with glee; they had gotten Lance good.
Marc felt Lance struggle a little under water then go limp. Grabbing
Lance under the arms Marc pulled him to the surface. Marc turned Lance
around and found him with his eyes closed. “Shit! James, are you
all right?” Marc asked with panic in his voice.
Justin had moved over to Marc. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” Marc said with worry.
“Maybe he needs mouth to mouth,” Jon giggled.
Marc was pulling closer to Lance when he was hit with a stream of water
Lance was shooting out of his mouth. Lance got him right between the
“I got ya,” Lance laughed. Everyone started to laugh at Lance’s joke
except Marc. Lance’s laughter died quickly when he noticed Marc’s expression.
The others' laughter soon followed.
“Hey, Steph,” Joey said. “How about you and me take on your brothers
in a chicken fight?” Steph reached out his arms to Joey as Joe lifter
him off Marc’s shoulders and placed him on his own.
Everyone moved to the other end of the pool giving Marc and Lance some private
“Boo, what’s wrong?”
“I thought I may have hurt you,” Marc said softly.
“I’m sorry. It was just a joke. I didn’t think you would take
it that way.”
Marc touched his forehead to Lance’s. “When you didn’t open your eyes
something in me snapped. My stomach knotted up and I couldn’t get my
“Every time you’ve gotten hurt the same thing happens to me,” Lance said.
They stayed there holding each other, heads pressed together not saying
Cheers came up from Joey and Steph as they had managed to knock Justin and
Jon off balance. Jon dog paddled over to Lance and Marc.
“You two aren’t mad at each other? Are you?”
“No Jon, we are not mad at each other,” Lance said.
“Good! Now stop being poop heads and kiss and make up. And come
Lance and Marc smiled. A quick kiss brought a cheer from Jon.
“All right! Let’s play!”
Lynn came to the edge of the pool and shouted, “We will be eating soon.
Everyone get out and dried off.”
“Oh, Mom!” Jon wined.
“You can swim more later,” Lynn said as she departed.
The food was so great everyone kind of over ate. A month of hotel
and restaurant food made the guys ready for a good home cooked meal and Grams
didn’t disappoint them. To help work off the extra calories a volley
ball game was organized. Jon and Steph weren’t left out. The net
was lowered all the way to the ground and the bigger kids had to play on their
knees. The ball was gently hit and the guys would set up shots for Jon
As the sun was setting, everyone headed into the house for a spot of dessert.
Lynn, Lisa and Grams had been busy baking. There was apple pie, cherry
pie, peach cobbler, chocolate cake, pineapple upside down cake and ice cream.
There were people spread throughout the house eating their favorite dessert.
Lance was headed back to the kitchen for another slice of pie when a picture
on the dinning room sideboard caught his eye. Picking up the picture
he smiled at it.
“My angels,” Lynn said looking over Lance’s shoulder.
“When was this taken?”
“After Jon got out of the hospital. The four of them had eaten in
the family room. Lisa went to get their dishes and found them like
Lance gazed at the photo of Justin and Marc sitting on the floor, their
backs against the couch, leaning against each other asleep. Jon and
Steph were lying on their laps, also asleep.
“I’d like to have a copy of this,” Lance said to Lynn.
“I’ll have one made as a house warming gift,” Lynn said.
“You two are going to live together. Aren’t you?”
Lance smiled, “Yes, we are.”
Lance looked out onto the patio and saw Marc talking with Randy and Paul.
JC joined Lance looking out the patio doors. “Can you believe the
change in Randy?”
“His attitude is totally different from the last time we met. . . .
Josh, you got a minute?”
“Not here,” Lance said. Going into the living room they sat on the
couch. “Josh, I want to do something for Marc.”
“What did you have in mind?”. . . . .
It was almost midnight when they returned to the hotel. Lance and
Marc went right to their room for some rest. JC called a secret meeting
in his room with the other guys.
“What’s up?” Chris asked.
“Lance asked me to help him with something for Marc,” JC said. “He
wants to get Marc a piano for the house.”
“He’ll like that,” Chris said. “Where is he going to put it?”
“That’s the part I’m going to need your help with. Lance wants to
turn his study into a music room for Marc.”
“What’s he going to do with the stuff from the study?” Chris asked.
“Move it up to the bedroom across from the master bedroom.”
Joey and Justin looked at each other, grins spreading across their faces.
“We won't have to move any furniture,” Justin smirked.
“Why?” JC asked.
“Marc already has a music room,” Joey said.
“More like a studio,” Justin added.
“What are you two talking about?” Chris asked.
“Chris, when you look out into Lance’s back yard what do you see?”
“Patio, pool, grass, trees, and a fence.”
“And on the other side of the fence?” Justin prodded.
Chris shrugged, “Just a house.”
“Marc’s house,” Justin and Joey said together.
“When we flew back to Orlando, Marc bought the house,” Justin said.
“Why? Isn’t there enough room at Lance’s place?” Chris asked.
“Not really. Marc bought the house because of the great room.
He is having it turned into a studio.”
“So we won’t have to turn Lance’s study into a music room,” Joey pointed
“Why do I get the feeling Lance doesn’t know anything about this?”
“Marc told him over the phone he bought a house,” Justin said. “But
Lance didn’t believe him.”
“So the piano goes in the studio,” Chris agreed.
“Would you all be willing to go in with Lance on the piano?” JC asked.
“Sure, what do you have in mind?” Joey asked.
“Well, if Marc has had a studio built he must plan on recording in it.
How about we all go together and buy the best piano we can find.”
Everyone looked around and nodded.
“Should we tell Lance what we are doing?” JC asked.
“No!” Justin shouted.
“Marc wanted the house and studio to be a surprise,” Joey said.
The morning of the final concert of the tour had arrived. Marc was
awakened by someone chewing
on his right ear. “Morning,” Lance purred.
Turning his head, Marc gave Lance a lingering good morning kiss. Lance’s
hand moved from Marc’s left nipple, which he had been lightly rubbing, down
the ridges of Marc’s stomach. Slipping under the waste band of his boxers
Lance found Marc’s ridged tool. “Ah, someone else is up and wants to
come out and play.”
“He would love to come out and play,” Marc said. “After he has a chance
Lance chuckled, “And I thought I was the cause of his condition.”
Swing out of bed Marc offered Lance his hand. “You’re ninety percent
the cause. Come with me, and I’ll let you help me aim.”
Lance grinned as he took Marc’s hand. “I aim to please.”
Marc rolled his eyes as he pulled Lance into the bathroom.
Lance and Marc rushed into the common room where Sara and the guys were
“Ah, the lovebirds,” Sara teased. “Are we running a little late?”
“Yeah, the alarm didn’t go off,” Marc said as he assembled an egg and ham
sandwich on toast.
“More like you didn’t run out of hot water,” Chris snickered. “You
two were going at it in the shower for almost an hour.”
Lance looked at Marc and shrugged. “Looks like we’re busted.”
“Again,” Marc added as he grabbed a bottle of orange juice. “I gotta
“What’s the rush,” Justin asked.
“I have a million things I need to do today.” Leaning in he gave Lance
a good-bye kiss. “I’ll see you at sound check.”
“K, have fun,” Lance managed to say as Marc headed out the door.
“Any idea what he’s up to?” Chris asked.
“Nope,” Lance answered between mouthfuls of food.
Arriving at the arena Marc headed backstage.
“What have you got for me?” Marc asked as he entered wardrobe.
Gloria, head wardrobe mistress, looked over the top of her glasses.
“To start with you can get out of those clothes.”
“You heard me, sweet cheeks, out of those clothes.”
Marc hesitated as the blush rose.
Shaking her head Gloria asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t you have any underwear
“Yes, I have underwear on.”
“We don’t have all day,” Gloria said as she pointed to a dressing cubical.
“Here try these on.”
Marc caught the black leather pants Gloria tossed at him.
Gloria waited impatiently for Marc to come out. “What’s the hold up?”
Marc stepped through the curtain, “I’m not too sure about these.”
Gloria’s eagle eye saw what the problem was. “What are you wearing?”
“The pants you gave me.”
“Not that. What do you have on under them?”
“No wonder. Your underwear is bunching up,” Gloria said as she reached
into a trunk and tossed something to Marc.
With a raised eyebrow Marc returned to the dressing room. ‘I’m not sure everything will fit.’ Marc thought
as he eyed the black jock strap.
When Marc emerged once more Gloria was pleased at the change. “Yes!
“Yes, I agree,” Tina said. “Looking good, Marc.”
Marc blushed at Tina’s comment.
“It looks like you got your work cut out for you Tina. The way this
boy blushes you are going to have a devil of a time with his makeup.”
The girls laughed at Marc’s uneasiness.
“Finish with the man so I can have a go at him,” Tina said.
Gloria handed Marc a pair of boots. Marc took the boots and tried
“The heels are higher than I’m use to,” Marc commented.
“It gives you more height,” Gloria said. “Here put this on.”
Marc put on a black leather vest. “Don’t I get a shirt?”
Gloria and Tina looked at each other then said, “Nope. You have a
great looking chest so why hide it.”
“What else does he need?” Gloria asked.
“Do you have any leather wrist bands?” Tina suggested. Gloria
smiled as she turned to another trunk.
Sara made her way back stage after showing her security pass to the guards.
“Hey, Sara. You look kind of lost,” Steve Fatone said.
“Hi, Steve. Have you seen my brother?”
“No. Let me check for you.” Steve used his radio to check on
“He’s in makeup,” Steve informed Sara. “Do you know the way?”
Sara nodded, “I see the signs. Thanks.”
Marc sat in the chair as Tina tried yet another wig on him.
Sara stuck her head in the door. “Is Marc still in here?”
“Yeah, Sis. Come on in.”
Sara went around to look at Marc. “Wow! You look so different.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tina asked with clippers in hand.
“I’ve come this far,” Marc said. “Let’s do it.”
*Nsync’s interviews ran late so they went right to the meet n’ greet.
Afterward, the guys went looking for Marc.
“Sara. Have you seen Marc?” Lance asked.
“Yeah, he’s running around here somewhere.”
Marc rounded the corner. “Someone looking for me?”
“I sure am,” Lance said as he wrapped his arms around Marc’s neck giving
his man a kiss.
“We’re ready for sound check,” a voice came over the sound system.
“Already?” Justin huffed.
“Johnny will be arriving soon,” Marc said. “He wants to have supper
with you guys. After sound check you guys will have plenty of time to
visit with Johnny.”
Everyone headed for the stage. Lance commented about Marc’s dress.
Marc was dressed in dark blue pants and a matching long sleeve knit shirt.
“What’s with the outfit?”
“I’m filling in for your opening act.”
Sound check went without a hitch. Johnny managed to make it in time
to catch the last song. Sara, Marc and the guys joined Johnny for a
light supper. A wrap party was planned for after the show and everyone
knew there would be plenty to eat then.
Marc excused himself early from supper saying he still had a lot to get
The guys were rushed through wardrobe and makeup.
“Is it me or is everyone in a rush tonight?” Joey asked.
“It’s the last show. Maybe everyone just wants to get this show over
with,” Justin suggested.
Sara was keeping an eye on the time. She knew the opening act was
just about to go on. “Josh, sweetie, is it all right if we go watch the
“Sure, but haven’t you seen them before?”
“Yeah, but Marc is playing in their band. I haven’t seen that before.”
Josh and Sara got up to leave and all the others followed. As they
approached the stage the thumping sound of a hard rock band came to life.
“What the hell,” Chris muttered.
The guys stood memorized at what was happening on stage.
“Who okayed this band?” JC asked.
“I did,” Johnny proudly stated. “Aren’t they great.”
Justin had a perplexed expression on his face. “I think I know that
Joey listened closely then burst out laughing. “You should know that
song. We are going to do it tonight.”
Justin concentrated on the music. Then it hit him. “You
“Bingo!” Joey looked closer at the band. “Shit! We’re being
“What do you mean?” Chris asked.
“That’s Brian, Ron and Jeff from our band,” Joey pointed out.
“Then who the hell is the drummer?” JC asked. “I’ve never seen
“Oh, that’s Mick Dundee, he’s my new find from Australia,” Johnny boasted.
Lance hadn’t said anything during the performance. His eyes were fixed
on the drummer. Slowly a devilish smile crept across his face.
After an encore, the band ran off the stage to thunderous screams from the
The guys congratulated each member as they came off stage. When
the drummer came off he got slaps on the back for a job well done. The
drummer just said, “Thanks, mate.” And headed back stage.
Lance, who seemed to be in a daze followed after the drummer. Everyone
got a questioning look on their faces as they watched Lance walk off.
It took only a minute before the others followed after Lance.
Turning down a hallway leading to dressing rooms they found it empty.
“Where’d he go?” Joey asked.
Light was coming from a partly open door at the end of the hall. Quietly
the group moved to the open door and peered in. They could only
see the makeup table and the big mirror above it. In it’s reflection
they could see the back of the drummer as he took off his leather vest revealing
a nicely muscled back with several tattoos.
“Damn, that guy has some awesome tattoos,” Justin said softly.
Lance looked up into the dark blue eyes of the drummer. His long dark
brown hair fell over his shoulders framing the ruggedly handsome face.
The drummer removed his vest and tossed it on the chair. Lance’s gaze
drifted down to the strong chest. The skin looked velvety smooth, not
a single hair on it. On the right pectoral was a tattoo of a cross,
just like the one he wore around his neck on a gold chain. On the left
pectoral was a magnificent tattoo of a Phoenix. Its wings were spread
wide and the whole bird seemed to be made of flame. Hesitantly, Lance
brought his hand up to touch the Phoenix, lightly running his fingers over
the hot flesh.
The drummer put an arm around Lance’s waist and pulled him closer.
Lance looked up as the drummer leaned in and their lips met.
“What the fuck are you doing,” Chris shouted as the group barged into the
“Lance, how could you do this to Marc!” Justin bellowed.
The kiss continued in spite of the intrusion.
Sara and Johnny erupted into laughter.
Breaking the kiss Lance stared into the deep blue eyes. With a sigh
Lace said, “It’s easy to do this, Justin. We do it every chance we get.
Don’t we, Boo?”
“Damn right,” Marc said as he gazed into Lance’s eyes. Turning with
a grin to his stunned friends he gave them a wink.
“Shit! It’s Marc,” Chris said in recognition.
“Damn, bro, you had me fooled,” Justin said as he joined in the laughter.
“Okay, wait a minute,” Joey said. “Marc, wasn’t it last month that
you almost passed out when you got your ears pierced? And what about
“Don’t even think about a tattoo.”
Marc laughed, “The piercing are all fake. So are the tatoos, they
will come off with a special cream.”
“You all need to be getting ready,” Johnny reminded everyone.
“Right,” JC agreed. “Come on, let’s get our heads ready.”
Everyone turned to return to their dressing room to prepare for the show.
Lance made no move to leave. He was lightly running his fingers over
Marc’s chest totally absorbed with Marc’s body.
Joey was frowning when he stuck his head back in to say something to Lance.
Marc stopped Joey with a raised hand indicating he needed to give them a
Marc turned and picked up the shirt he was to wear when he played in the
band. When he pulled the shirt over his head Lance seemed to snap out
of his funk.
“Hey!” Lance yelled. “Why did you do that?”
“Because we both have a job to do,” Marc pointed out. “I need to finish
changing and you need to get ready for the show.”
“I could wait for you to change,” Lance offered.
“James, if you stay, the concert will be late starting and both of us will
get in trouble. You need to get your head out of my chest and back on
tonight’s show. And I need to get out of this makeup,” Marc pointed
out as he started to remove the fake nose piercing.
“Okay, I’ll go,” Lance said with poutie lips. “But will you do me
a big favor?”
“At the wrap party, will you wear that outfit? You look so hot
Lance looked into Marc’s eyes. “You can leave the hair and the piercing
“You’ve got it James. Now get your ass out of here,” Marc gave Lance’s
ass a slap as he pushed him out the door.
The concert that night had more energy than any other before. Johnny
had a few surprises for the guys. When the guys sang, “I Want
You Back,” a gorilla in a pink tutu appeared on stage. The she
gorilla flirted with Justin and JC as they sang. At the end she grabbed
Justin and tossed him over her shoulder and carried him off as her mate.
Everyone was having
a great time, but all good things must come to an end. Before the last
song the guys introduced the behind the scenes people. Everyone was
asked to join them on stage as they sang their closing number.
While the arena was being emptied of fans everyone got cleaned up.
Marc changed back into his leathers before swinging by the guys' dressing
room to pick up Lance.
Tables loaded with food and drink lined the back of the stage. The
whole staff gathered on stage waiting for the guys to arrive. Before
the party could start each of the guys made a small speech of thanks.
Justin asked Marc to steep forward to make a brief statement.
“Ah, I like to thank the guys for putting me on the spot like this.”
Taking a deep breath Marc continued. “When I first showed up none of
you knew who I was and why I was here. To be honest, I was not sure
why I was here my self. The only thing I knew was my new friends had
asked me to join them on tour. I was offered a job as web master, but
little did I know how many other hats I was destined to wear. If it
wasn’t for the friendship and help from all of you, I couldn’t have been successful
in those positions. I want to thank you all for accepting me as part
of this great big *Nsync family.”
The party broke up around one o’clock. A security van dropped Sara
and the guys back at their hotel. After making arrangements for the
morning Lance and Marc retired to their room.
As soon as the door was shut and locked Lance grabbed Marc, pulling him
into a passionate kiss. Pulling Marc over to the bed he started undressing
Marc. Pushing Marc’s vest over his shoulders letting it drop to the
floor. Lance attacked Marc's neck, slowly working his way down to Marc’s
erect nipples. Marc had trouble catching his breath as Lance moved down
his body kissing every ridge of Marc’s six-pack before stopping to suck on
Marc’s belly button. Unbuckling Marc’s heavy belt Lance started to
unbutton Marc’s fly. As he pulled the leather pants down Lance discovered
Marc very full jock.
Smiling, Lance looked up, “What’s this? A very big package. . . .
And it’s all mine.”
Lance took the tip of Marc’s jock in his teeth and slowly started to unwrap
Marc rolled over and slapped the annoying alarm silent.
Lance groaned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Tell me you made
a mistake in setting the alarm and we still have a couple hours to sleep.”
“Sorry, love. I set the alarm correctly. We need to get moving
if we’re to catch our flight.”
“Can we shower together?” Lance asked with a devilish grin.
“Yes. But not for what you have in mind. I’ll need your help
to remove these tattoos.”
“You’re no fun,” Lance said with a sigh. “Okay, lets do this.”
As they were dressing Marc began to laugh, “I can’t believe you talked me
into keeping this.”
Lance ran his fingers over the Phoenix tattoo. “I like this one.
It’s so much you.”
“You know it will eventually wash off?” Marc pointed out.
“Yeah, I know.” Lance sighed, leaning in he gave the tattoo a kiss.
In the VIP lounge Sara, Marc and Lance sat waiting for their flight to be
called. JC and Justin came with them to see them off. When their
flight was called Sara and Josh went off in a corner to say their good-byes.
Justin gave Lance and Marc bearhugs wishing them a good trip and he’d see
them in a week.
Lance and Marc sat in the front seats of the plane with Sara behind them.
The door to the plane was shut and sealed as the plain’s engines roared to
life. Lance grabbed Marc’s hand as the plane started to move.
As the plane's speed increased Marc leaned over as started whispering in
“James, have I told you how much I love you today?”
Lance smiled, “Yes, you have. Time and again.”
“You know what? For the first time since we met, we will be all alone.”
Lance’s grin widened. “Do you have something planned?”
“Oh, yeah. I have something planned.”
The fasten you’re seat belts sign went off as the plane leveled off.
Lance leaned in and whispered, “Thank you.”
“Taking my mind off of the take off.”
“Have we taken off?” Marc asked with a grin.
The both settled back in their seats and tried to relax. Lance and
Marc continued to hold hands as the flight progressed.
Lance felt Marc tighten his grip on his hand. Looking over he noticed
a single tear slide down his cheek. “Boo, what’s wrong?”
“It has to be something.”
“It just hit me.”
“What hit you?”
“That my life is changing. On Monday I’ll be changing my name then
I’ll be moving to Florida to start my new life.”
“Our new life,” Lance corrected Marc.
Oh wow! So ends another chapter of
My New Life. In a way this is the end; the end of book 1 of My New
Life. I want to thank you the readers for your support over the
last three years. Especially those of you who voted for this story in
the last Nifty Boy Band Awards. A special thanks goes out to David my
Now this is not the end of the story. Marc and Lance’s relationship
is just starting. In Book 2 we will find out what diabolical plans Lou
has for Marc. And what plans Marc has to deal with Lou. Marc has a
family out there somewhere and it is up to them to find him. To regain
his memory Marc must also find the key. And what is this connection
to a couple cowboys in Texas. So many questions. So many questions.
. . .
I won’t be posting any new chapters for a while. I have a couple projects
that need my attention and I won’t have the time to write until I’ve finished
them. Look for a new chapter sometime in September. I hope everyone
out there has a happy and safe summer.
If any of you out there has printed out this story I’d be interested in
how many pages there actually is.
Be safe in love,
is always welcome.