Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 18:52:54 EST From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com Subject: NSYNC_Lance-JC part 18 'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC CHAPTER 18 ---------- Usual disclaimer applies: This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to imply anything about the orientation, beliefs or anything else about the real members of 'N Sync, the Backstreet Boys, or anyone else depicted here. If you are under 18, or are offended by graphic depictions of homosexual relationships, please read no further! Story content copyright 1999 T. Kevin. ---- Justin's expression went from a grin to completely serious. "Did you listen to the CD? I guess from your face maybe you did." The words poured out. "I didn't mean to upset you... I know it's corny, but it said what I wanted to say as well as anything else I could think of." "It wasn't corny, Justin, it was sweet. One of my favorite songs, actually." Terry looked away sadly. Seeing Justin made all the hurt and confusion and longing come back with full force. "Can we, um talk a minute, please?" Justin whispered. "Please?" He asked again urgently when he saw Terry hesitate. "Sure, I'm sorry. Want to come into my 'office'?" He stepped back into his cube. Justin settled his lanky form in the guest chair as Terry flopped into his desk chair and stared at his computer. He couldn't bring himself to look at Justin, but he felt the singer's eyes on him. "I miss you." Justin said simply. "I can't believe you came all this way. Uh, aren't you supposed to open your tour in a couple of days?" He tried to pretend to busy himself with his web page. "Yes. I flew up here from Orlando. I couldn't convince you over the phone; I couldn't think of anything else ta do." Then he leaned forward and seized one of Terry's hands in his. Taken by surprise, the designer turned to face him. Then he couldn't look away from Justin's beautiful face. He looked so... earnest. "Please come back with me." Justin pleaded. Terry hesitantly put his hand on Justin's. He could feel the blond shaking -- or was he the one trembling? "Justin... I care for you so much, and god knows I've missed you. I can't get you out of my head. All day, all night. But I'm still... I'm scared, Jus. I am so scared. I don't think I could take it." "Terry, please, we have to try. Don't give up before you really try. IT can't hurt any more than it does right now! I want you to come back with me. All the guys are behind it." Terry swallowed hard. He wanted to go... he wanted more than anything to be with Justin. But at the same time the thought was terrifying. Could he open himself up to a real relationship -- and risk getting hurt again? Or would he just go through the motions, shut Justin out emotionally, and doom their relationship before it even really started. Certainly, if there was anyone he felt he could trust, it was this young man who had shown to him very clearly how much he cared. But Terry had burned his bridges with TransCon and RCA... "And don't use your job as an excuse." It was as if the singer was reading his mind. "I already talked to Johnny and he's probably on the phone with your boss -- what's her name, Carolyn -- right now. I convinced him to put the web project on hold until I talked to you." "You're making it hard for me to say no." Terry couldn't stop a little smile forming at the corners of his mouth. Justin had thought of everything. "That's the idea." Justin looked at him imploringly "Please. I'll get on my knees and beg if that's what you want." Even as he said it Justin slipped out of the chair and got on his knees, still holding Terry's hand. "Justin please." Terry had to admire how sweet Justin looked, and he was incredibly flattered. But he wouldn't have someone begging to him; he got down on his knees too, so he was face to face with the blond, and stared silently into his eyes for a moment. "God, you are so beautiful." He whispered before he realized it. "And you are so hot. I want you so bad! You're my addiction and I am in withdrawal man!" Just then of course someone walked by Terry's cubicle and glanced at the two young men on their knees, holding hands. But Terry was past caring... he gently slipped his hand free, wrapped his arms around Justin and pulled him into a kiss. As their lips touched, Terry felt a shiver pass through his whole body. How he had missed this young man! The singer moaned quietly into Terry's mouth, a little sound of relief and happiness. Justin's fingers dug into Terry's back, pulling him tight against his lean body. Terry cradled Justin's head, knocking his hat off, and sent his tongue between the blond's lips. Justin moaned again and opened his mouth, at the same time pressing his hips against Terry's. The designer could feel Justin's hardon against his thigh... "Oh god, get a room!" The lovers jerked apart as if they had acquired the same magnetic charge. Justin blushed crimson and Terry was sure he was doing the same. Fortunately, it was only Jeremy standing at the entrance to Terry's cubicle. "Or at least use the conference room and lock the damn door. I've always wanted to do it on that table, actually... and with a hot FedEx guy, two fantasies in one!" He smirked. "Get your mind out of the gutter, missy." Terry laughed. "Do you have a purpose here or are you just indulging your voyeuristic tendencies?" Jeremy rolled his eyes. "I try to cover your skinny ass for you so you can make up -- and apparently make OUT -- with your pop star boyfriend and all I get are insults! Whatever!" He flipped his hands in the air in resignation. "But Carolyn is on the phone with a certain Johnny Wright, and I give you about..." He started counting down with his fingers. He was only off by one. Terry's phone beeped and lit up. He stumbled to his feet. ---- The meeting with Carolyn was short and to the point -- at least as to the point as she ever got. Carolyn had her own vaguely diplomatic yet vaguely ominous terminology for things. She didn't order him to go on the tour, nor did she indicate that she knew anything about Justin's appearance at Cybermedia. She did say that Johnny Wright had just conveyed to her how impressed the members of 'N Sync had been with Terry and that they would be 'very disappointed' if he didn't resume his 'close collaboration' with them on the website redesign and the web tour journal. She understood that Terry had a 'personal issue', and that this assignment was unusual because it required him to work 'very closely' with the members of 'N Sync. However, the group members had each personally expressed their 'greatest confidence' in him and she expected him to deal with the situation like a professional. She did make it clear that she would be 'very disappointed' if he declined this assignment, and while he would be 'sorely missed' while away from the studio for seven months (seven months!) that this assignment was 'lucrative and invaluable' to Cybermedia for its PR potential. And of course, his old job would be waiting for him when he returned -- assuming this contract didn't open up a 'permanent opportunity' for him as the 'N Sync 'internet media coordinator.' Terry left Carolyn's office, his head swimming with her code phrases; the meaning this time was pretty clear, however. If he said no to this, it wouldn't be the end of the world, but Cybermedia would most likely lose the contract. Terry wouldn't be punished per se, but he certainly wouldn't be offered any choice assignments anytime soon. It was only fair; Carolyn couldn't risk giving important projects to designers who dropped the ball. Justin was loitering by the front door, chatting amiably with Jeremy when the receptionist wasn't on the phone. "How did it go?" He asked when Terry appeared. "She told me I was stuck with you guys." Justin grinned. "Our flight back is in four hours. You need to pack." He produced two tickets from his pocket. "You got me a ticket already?" Terry was amazed -- and flattered. "Actually, I owe Lance big time in frequent flyer miles. Contrary to popular belief, we are not rich." Justin said with a humorless smile. Jeremy pretended to be angry at Terry. "God how much do I hate you right now." He glanced over at Justin, lust in his eyes. "Sorry, Jer. Well, I guess I'll see you in seven months!" Terry smiled evilly. "Great, go live the glamorous life while I sit here surrounded by cybergeeks. And you being the only one who can fix my Netscape when it crashes!" Jeremy sighed melodramatically. "What do you need a web browser for anyway, Jer?" The designer smirked. "Downloading naked pictures of Brad Pitt and Matt Damon?" "Bitch." Jeremy stuck his tongue out. "As a matter of fact, I'm supposed to be monitoring the 'N Sync web site -- keeping an eye on your progress." Terry blinked. "Oh." "It's okay honey, I'll cut you some slack. But try to remember to get some work done. Justin, you keep him out of trouble! Though I suppose that is like leaving the fox to guard the henhouse." "I'll see what I can do!" The blond singer couldn't stop smiling at Terry. It was infectious; Terry felt himself grinning foolishly back. "Alright, kiddo," he took Justin's hand, "C'mon back to my cube so I can pack up what I'll need." "'Kiddo!' I am NOT a kid! Let's not go there again!" Justin wrecked his own argument by giggling and staggering around playfully as Terry dragged him down the hall. ---- "You know what I'll say." Lance said with a reassuring smile. "Well, I hope I do, so why am I so damn nervous?" JC cocked his head and frowned. "I dunno; it's awfully cute though." Lance said softly. He continued to smile at JC, obviously unwilling to help Josh out of his predicament. "Okay!" JC took one of Lance's hands in his and looked into his beautiful green eyes. "Will you, would you... marry me?" When JC actually said the words, Lance thought his heart would burst from joy. He already knew that Josh loved him, but deep down there was a lingering doubt, an insecurity that maybe JC would grow bored with their relationship as a couple. But now, JC had asked Lance to be his partner for life, to be the only one forever. He was relieved, overjoyed, and completely overwhelmed. He could feel himself grinning foolishly even as the tears that had been forming now spilled down his cheeks. He realized that JC was looking at him, anxiously waiting for some kind of an answer. "Oh, Josh..." He whispered, then threw his arms around JC, knocking him over backwards on the bed. "Ooof! I hope that's a 'yes'!" JC gasped. "YES!" Lance said a little too loudly in JC's ear. Then he raised up a bit so he could look into his lover's blue eyes. "Yes." He said again, softly this time, then tenderly kissed JC. "Hmmmm." JC moaned, a sound of relief and happiness, as they kissed. Their lips parted, and Lance rubbed noses with JC. "Would you put it on for me?" He asked with a smile. "Gladly." JC retrieved the box and gingerly pulled out his gift: a gold ring with a row of diamonds across the front. "There's a companion white- gold 'wedding' ring that goes with it. I hope you don't think it's too flashy..." "It's beautiful." Lance smiled reassuringly. "I've also been thinking about appearances, you know. If you wear it on your left hand people are going to talk. But I read that guys -- gay guys -- sometimes wear commitment rings on their right hands anyway. So maybe it would be best to wear it on your right hand -- when you feel comfortable wearing it." He added hastily. "I want to wear it all the time." Lance said, offering his right hand to JC. The lean singer's face burst into a grin. He slid the ring over Lance's finger, then gently held his hand. "This means so much to me, James. I almost feel like everything in my life has built up to this. Even the group, as important as it is to me, was just a way for us to be together. You are more important to me than anything." "Josh, I..." But Lance's words were cut short buy a brief, tender kiss. "You don't have to say anything, James. I don't want to put you on the spot after a speech like that." JC gave Lance a shy little smile. "Just hold me for a while, please? I want to enjoy being with you, if that's okay." "It's perfect." Lance sighed and pulled JC into a gentle hug. They shared a few moments of complete contentment and security in each others' arms. Neither had any idea how complicated and difficult their lives were about to become. ---- Terry drove Justin's rental car back to his apartment; they agreed it was easier than Terry giving directions in the complex maze of DC traffic. At one point Justin put his hand on Terry's thigh. It's wasn't a sexual gesture as much as a tender one. Terry smiled over at the blond. "Thank you, again." "Wasn't nuthin." Justin smiled sheepishly. "But I gotta be honest with yah -- now that you're comin' back. Touring is a rush but it's also crazy busy. And you don't know Chris, Joey Lance and JC until you've spent a few months with 'em on a BUS!" He said with a laugh. "You're not reassuring me. I never even much liked having a roommate. Now I'm going to share a bus with five other guys?" "Six actually, Joey's Brother Steve is on our bus too. I think. That'll be interesting." "Why do you say it that way?" "I dunno. Steve may not be as cool wit' it when he finds out that he's rollin' with four gay guys!" 'That is going to have to be Steve's problem, not ours.' Terry thought to himself, but kept his mouth shut. They got to Terry's place and actually found a parking place not too far away. "I wasn't expecting guests, so I'm sorry if the place is a mess." He apologized as he led Justin up the steps to the townhouse's top floor. "Money place, man!" The blond said as they came into the living room. It had just been renovated a couple of years earlier and now had a high ceiling, skylights, and a big modern fireplace. All the lights were tiny halogen lamps on wires, highlighting the architectural prints that hung on the walls. The furniture was mostly simple and modern. "Well, I try. I'm not a rich pop star so I have to shop at IKEA. Make yourself at home while I start packing." Terry headed into the bedroom "Nice CD collection!" Justin shouted from the living room. "Lots of classical stuff though... and you got, hmmm... Madonna, Pet Shop Boys... lotsa dance stuff, not much R&B." "Sorry, I guess you'll have to educate me in that department." Terry pulled out his suitcase (so recently put away) and began sorting through his bureau drawers. Justin followed Terry into the large bedroom. "I bet you'd like Brian McKnight... hmm, cool you got a mini-stereo in here too... there's something already in the player..." Justin made a snorting sound. "You traitor!" He said with a laugh. "But I guess it's as good as anything." He pressed the play button and the Backstreet Boys' 'Backstreet's Back' filled the bedroom. "Oops!" Terry smirked. "Well, that Brian Littrell is pretty cute, after all." "Don't go there!" Justin rolled his eyes, then proceeded to look through the shelves that covered the walls of Terry's room. "Look at all these books! History, architecture, art, archaeology. And all these sci-fi paperbacks, and these little models -- Leonardo da Vinci, right? Terry looked up to see Justin very carefully holding a little wooden replica of Leonardo's flying machine that he had built. "Yup, very good!" He smiled. "And these figurines, they look like clay... Aztec?" "Mayan, but good guess. You're pretty well educated for a guy who basically never went to high school! Actually, I bet most high school graduates wouldn't have heard of the Aztecs. You must have had good tutors, AND been a pretty diligent student. I don't know how you squeezed it in with everything else!" Justin blushed at the compliment, then turned back to the shelves of books and strange artifacts -- and the elaborate computer setup. "And jeez look at that crazy blue computer. Man you sure have lots of interests." Terry stopped his packing, came up behind Justin and wrapped his arms around him. "Right now I only have one interest." He kissed the blond singer delicately on the neck. "I still can't believe you came for me like this. You are so special." Justin smiled shyly, then turned in Terry's embrace so he was facing him. "No, you're special, man. I'd have done anything to get you back. I never felt like this before." He put his arms around Terry and rested his head on his shoulder. "Hmm, man this is good." He said softly. "Yeah, it's nice to just hug, isn't it." Terry agreed, running his hands slowly up and down Justin's lean back. The faint smell of his skin, the softness of Justin's hair against his cheek... Terry felt a kind of warmth from the singer's closeness that was more than his body heat. He was overwhelmed that this young man cared for him so much that he flew up here to convince him to come back. To be wanted, cared for, by someone as exceptional as Justin... it went right to his heart. It made Terry want desperately to make him happy, to put him before anything and anyone else... but it frightened him too. Would he let Justin down; would he hurt him again, maybe worse than before? And Justin was so young. He might feel strongly now, but would he get bored with his unglamorous computer nerd boyfriend? Terry tried to push all that out of his mind and just enjoy this one moment... Without consciously doing it, they began to rock back and forth in each other's arms as "I'll never Break Your Heart" played. "From the first day that I saw your smiling face Honey I knew that we would be together forever When I asked you out, you said no, but I found out Darling you'd been hurt, you felt that you'd never love again I deserve a try, honey, just once Give me a chance, and I'll prove this all wrong You walked in you were so quick to judge But honey, he's nothing like me I'll never break your heart I'll never make you cry I'd rather die, then live without you I'll give you all of me, honey that's no lie...." Justin rested his hands on Terry's hips. "I've never slow-danced with a guy before... sure is different than doing it with a girl." "How is it different?" Terry asked, his voice barely audible in Justin's ear. "You know, guys are muscle and girls are softer. With a girl you feel like you have to be the strong one, the leader, it's a role you're s'posed to play. With you, we're equal, holding each other. I feel like I can just relax, lean in and let you be strong for awhile..." As he said it, Justin rested his head on Terry's shoulder again and pressed himself against the designer and ran his hands over Terry's back. At that moment, as he gently held his lover, Terry realized that in some strange way he had been doing the same thing with their relationship: rather than make it an equal partnership, he had made the choice on his own to leave without making a real effort to understand Justin's situation. He thought he was alone and make all the decisions himself. But he didn't need to. Justin was smart, he was mature beyond his years, and he could make his own decisions -- which made him more than qualified to share in any choices they should make as a couple. He could lean on Justin sometimes, trust his judgment, let him 'lead'... "I know what you mean." Terry murmured, as a shiver coursed through his body. "Are you okay?" Justin tensed a little, his voice was edged with concern. "I felt you shaking." "No, no, I feel wonderful." Terry assured him. Then, almost as if testing his new realization, he allowed himself to relax in Justin's arms, so the singer lead their movements. It was strangely liberating. "There's something about you." Justin whispered. "You're smart and strong..." He looked into the designer's eyes and then quickly down again with a little smile. "You're the strong one, where it's really important. You didn't give up on me when I was scared and ran out on you." Terry paused to swallow the lump in his throat. "I'm not very good with communicating, talking I mean... but I want you to know... I can't tell you how much I appreciate you coming here for me... it really, it... no one has ever done anything like that for me... damn! I'm not doing a very good job here!" Terry blinked back tears and pulled Justin closer, pressing the blond's head onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry." "No, don't be." Justin smiled and pulled back so they were eye-to-eye again. "You said it great. And don't worry about cryin' a little..." He gently wiped away a tear from Terry's cheek with his thumb, "It just shows me that you really do care about me. It's good, man. You're good. I'm so glad to be here!" He grabbed Terry and practically lifted him off the floor in a powerful hug. They both laughed as they swung each other around in circles, playfully wrestling and barely staying on their feet before slowing down again, still in a hug. "You got that look in your eyes that makes me..." Justin's voice trailed off as his gaze met Terry's again but held it. "Makes you what?" A smile twitched at the corner of the brunet's mouth. Justin's fingers slid down to cup Terry's muscular ass. "Makes me want to do it right now." He whispered huskily. He ground their hips together slowly. "Ohh, Justin...." Terry groaned and closed his eyes, pulling the youth hard against him. The blond maneuvered them next to the bed, then suddenly pushed, sending Terry flopping on the mattress on his back. Justin landed on top, driving the wind out of them both. He writhed on top of Terry, kissing his neck again and again. "I... I love you so much man, I can't tell you how great it is to be with you again!" He whispered between kisses. Terry -- still struggling to catch his breath -- hugged the lean singer. It did feel to so good to touch and hold Justin again... and his kisses were driving him crazy. "Terrry..." Justin growled in his ear and thrust his hips suggestively. "Hmmmm." Terry moaned. "Let's do it. Right now." He whispered. "I want you... I want you to make love to me." There was something about the way Justin said it, so sexy but so trusting, full of need but also of giving, all in a simple phrase. "Baby..." Terry hugged him tight. "But... our flight..." He said plaintively, torn between his desire and sense of responsibility. "We got almost three hours, and it's not far to the airport." Justin propped himself up and looked into Terry's eyes, his gaze pleading. At the same time he slid his hand down to cup the brunet's crotch. He stroked Terry's hardon seductively through his dress pants. "I want to do it with you. I want to show you how I've missed you." Terry only hesitated a moment longer. "You are too much!" He pulled Justin down onto him, passionately kissing him as he grabbed his firm ass and wrapped his legs around the blond's thighs. He slid his tongue between Justin's lips and felt it drawn into his lover's mouth. He involuntarily moaned as their tongues met and began to battle playfully -- he'd forgotten what an agile, talented tongue Justin had! Terry could hear and feel the blond sigh in his arms; Justin's curly blond hair was so soft in his fingers, and he was such an incredible kisser... After several minutes of frenzied making out and rolling on the bed together, they finally came up for air. Terry was on top, straddling the slender blond's hips. He began unbuttoning Justin's FedEx uniform; underneath was, of course, a wifebeater. He paused when he got to the waistband and sighed. "What?" Justin looked up at him in concern and their eyes met. Terry smiled a little sadly at the handsome young man. "This isn't exactly what I imagined for our first time: something hurried in the afternoon on my unmade bed. I wanted it to be special for you. This isn't very... romantic." "Terry, man!" Justin smiled and shook his head a little. Then he reached up to gently massage the back of Terry's neck. "I am so happy to be with you again, I wouldn't care if we were in a public bathroom. But..." he looked around the room... "Here we are surrounded by everything that makes you... you. Your books, these pictures, even those funky models over there. I can't think of any thing more romantic than making love with you in your room." With that he raised his arms over his head on the bed and smiled seductively, as if surrendering himself. "And I hope you never did it in here with a FedEx man before." He cocked his head a little. Terry admired the picture Justin presented: so handsome, lying there and smiling sexily, his shirt open to reveal his wifebeater molded to his lean, muscular chest. Terry wished he had a camera. He couldn't hold back a little laugh. "Naw, the last FedEx guy I had in here wasn't as hot as you." He teased. "You can't fool me, Terry McLaren!" Justin bucked his hips up. "Giddeup!" He growled throatily, then grinned. Not needing any more encouragement, Terry pulled his own shirt and tie off, then unbuckled Justin's belt. He slithered his hands up underneath the wifebeater, his fingers enveloping the singer's toned, hairless pecs. Justin gasped and clamped his eyes shut. "Oh... yeahhhh!" He whimpered in pleasure. Terry slid the shirt up and leaned down to flick his tongue over Justin's right nipple. Justin arched his back and groaned. 'Man he is so hot, so beautiful, inside and out. I am so lucky.' Terry thought as he continued to lick and suck his tender little nub of flesh. At the same time, Justin ran his hands over Terry's chest, through the soft, short hairs that fanned over his pecs, then down over his abs. He began to fumble with Terry's belt buckle. As the brunet switched nipples, Justin got his pants open and slid his hand eagerly down over the hard bulge in Terry's briefs. The designer moaned against the blond's chest as he felt those caressing fingers. He began to nibble and pinch Justin's nipples, feeling them grow stiffer, while the blond roughly grasped and stroked his cock through the thin cotton fabric. He slid down, kissing Justin's ridged abs, licking around his navel, then his lips working down along the little trail of light brown hairs, while he unbuttoned the singer's pants and eased the zipper open. Underneath Justin was wearing white Tommy boxer-briefs, the wide waistband tight against his flat tummy -- except where his obvious erection was pointed straight up and pushing against the elastic. The blond raised his hips as Terry eased his pants down, then pulled them off. He took a moment again to admire this young Adonis sprawled on his bed -- now only in his underwear, his little wifebeater hiked up under his armpits. Justin looked up at him pleadingly, and Terry happily crawled back over and laid himself on his lover, his face inches from Justin's. "How you doing?" The designer asked with a smile. "Jus' great." Justin breathed, his hands again caressing Terry's smooth, lean back. Then he slid them down inside his pants to cup his glutes. "You got a great ass, man, don' know if anyone has told you that recently." He smirked. Terry pushed his crotch against Justin's and ground his hips in a circular motion. "Thanks, and you've got a pretty hot body in general, stud." he punctuated his answer with a kiss. "Hmm... Justin moaned, pushing Terry's pants down to his hips. With some squirming and kicking, they got his pants the rest of the way off, and somehow in the process Justin managed to hike Terry's briefs partway off his butt. He worked his hands under the waistband and roughly kneaded the brunet's ass cheeks, at the same time pulling their hips together so their dicks rubbed against each other. They kissed almost frantically, tongues battling, until Terry shifted to Justin's neck, where he began to lick and suck. The blond threw back his head and let out a long low moan. Unable to wait any longer, he jammed his hand between them into Terry's briefs and wrapped his hand around the brunet's thick cock. Terry made a whimpering sound against Justin's neck and sucked on the delicate skin as a feeling like an electric charge coursed through his body. He shivered from head to toe from the intense pleasure of his lover's touch. Encouraged, Justin pulled Terry's briefs down with his other hand and freed the designer's manhood. "Man you are so hot!" Justin mumbled, eagerly stroking Terry's hardness. Not to be outdone, the brunet rose up and slid his hands down Justin's lean flanks and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxer- briefs. After a shy glance up at his lover, who met his gaze with an eager look, he eased them down off his hips and off, kicking his own briefs off at the same time. Justin's long dick bobbed up at an angle from a thick patch of light brown curls, the mushroom head already swollen and purple. Terry gently wrapped his hand around it. "You are so beautiful." Terry whispered. Then without any further preamble, he slid down, closed his lips around the mushroom-like head of Justin's penis and gently sucked. Justin let out a long, shuddering sigh and put one hand on the back of Terry's head. Not needing any more encouragement, Terry began to take more of the youth's cock into his mouth, while running his tongue along the underside and fondling his balls. He got about halfway and moved back up until he had just the head in his mouth, then flicked his tongue across the tip, tasting Justin's precum. He went down again, this time taking almost all of Justin down his throat (and managing not to gag in the process). The blond gasped and spread his legs further. From there Terry began to suck and lick the head while stroking the shaft and playing with Justin's balls. After a few minutes, during which the blond's penis grew thicker and even harder, he pulled off and sat up, wiping his mouth. "My turn!" Justin said with a smirk and sat up as well. He gently took Terry by the shoulders and eased him down on his back. Then he scooted down and gently grasped the brunet's penis, jutting from a thick patch of black curls. It was about the same length as his own, but thicker. He tentatively bent down and, imitating what Terry had done, took the head in his mouth. Terry leaned back and sighed as he felt Justin's warm wet mouth around him. It had been a long time, and he'd forgotten that unique pleasurable sensation. The blond sucked hard and took more... until he choked about halfway down. Terry rose up partway and put his hand on the side of Justin's head. "It's okay, don't try to take it all at once! That takes practice." Justin pulled off him and gave him a half-serious glare, still holding Terry's hardness in his hand. "Well, I guess I better get practicing then!" He went back down, but he took the brunet's advice and only sucked on the head, while gently stroking the shaft. He alternated with licking all up and down Terry's penis, concentrating on the underside. Terry moaned and murmured encouragement, caressing Justin's head and shoulders as his mind fogged with pleasure. The blond learned quickly and soon fell into a rhythm, his head bobbing on the brunet's aching cock as he pumped the shaft. Feeling himself getting close to cumming, Terry gently took Justin's head in his hands and stopped him. The blond rose up, looking worried. "Am I doing something wrong?" He asked, concerned. "Not at all, you're doing great -- so great that I'm gonna cum if you don't stop." Terry smiled. Justin grinned. "Well, ain't that the idea?" "Yeah but not quite yet, babe." Terry sat up and kissed Justin. "You want to do something else?" The blond's eyes opened a bit wider; obviously he had an idea what Terry was talking about. "Um, I'm up for anything you want." He said, sounding a bit hesitant nonetheless. Terry smiled a little sadly and put his hand on Justin's cheek. "What I have in mind won't hurt, I promise, and I think you'll like it." "Are we talkin' about..." Justin, feeling too shy to say the word made a circle of his left thumb and forefinger and jabbed his right forefinger in the circle a few times. Terry smiled and nodded, then he pulled Justin to him, hugged him and whispered in his ear. "Are you okay with that?" He could feel their still erect cocks rubbing together. "As.. as long as you lead me, since I never done 'dis before!" "I will baby, and if there's anything you're not comfortable with you tell me and we'll stop. I want this to be enjoyable for you." He said as he opened a drawer in his bedside table. After rummaging around he pulled out a tube and a condom. "Now just lie back and let me drive -- at least at first." Justin frowned a little but complied. He was excited but worried too, the thought of Terry screwing him was more than a little scary. The brunet squeezed some clear gel out of the tube and stroked Justin's cock, smearing it all over his shaft. The cool, slick feeling made him moan again. Then Terry opened the condom and began to roll it on Justin's penis. The youth looked up at him, confused. Terry saw his expression and smiled crookedly. "I know you're a virgin, but I'm not, and while it's been a long time and while I'm clean as far as I know, I don't want to take even the slightest chance..." But Justin still looked confused. "Ohhhh." Terry smiled, while covering Justin's sheathed cock with gel. "You thought... no, I want you to be the top for your first time." He lubed himself and scooted up so he was straddling the blond's waist. "Ready?" "I guess..." Justin whispered, not sure just what he was supposed to do. Terry lowered himself slowly as he held Justin's cock in place... god it had been a long time, he thought as the head pressed against his sphincter. Justin wasn't terribly thick but he was at least seven inches long. Once he got the head inside him it would be okay... He tried to relax but there was still some resistance... then there was still a stab of pain as Justin finally entered him. Terry hissed and tensed, pausing for a moment. Justin gasped from the intensely pleasurable feeling of Terry's ass ring gripping him. He clutched at his lover's forearms, almost afraid to move. Then he looked up and saw the pained look on Terry's face. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly. "Yeah, just need a minute to get used to you." Terry smiled weakly. The ache subsided, and Terry again began to slide down onto Justin, his eyes closed as he concentrated. Already the sensation was changing from one of pain to pleasure. "Ohhhh my god!" Justin groaned, his head thrown back on the pillow, his fingers digging into Terry's arms. Never had he felt anything like this! His cock slid deeper and deeper into Terry... when he felt the brunet's hips against his, he was afraid he was going to cum before their lovemaking even really began. This was so much more intense and intimate than anything they had done before. Terry was surrendering to him, giving himself. Terry settled down onto Justin, then as he rested a minute he looked down at his lover. The handsome blond was looking up at him, the expression on his face something hard to interpret. "Are you okay?" He asked, tenderly running his hands over Justin's abs and chest. The singer swallowed hard and smiled. "Yeah, I'm great. This is incredible man! I never knew it could feel like this, us joined together. Are you okay? It doesn't hurt?" He put his own hand gently on Terry's heart. "It did a little at first, that inevitable. But not anymore, you feel great." As if to prove it, Terry tightened his sphincter muscles, squeezing Justin's penis inside him. The blond gasped and his body tensed. "Ohhhh man..." He whispered. His hands roamed over Terry's chest. "What should I do?" "What you are doing feels nice, and... mmm yes play with my nipples..." Terry said hoarsely. He rose up slightly and settled back down onto Justin. As he did, he felt the youth rock his hips, pushing his cock a fraction deeper. "Oh that's it..." the brunet groaned. He began to stroke his own penis with his lube-slick hand as he rode up and down on Justin. Both began breathing harder as their movements became more energetic. Justin took over stroking Terry, enjoying the feel of his lover's thick penis in his hand while he thrust up into him. Terry ground his hips down and squirmed on Justin's cock, impaling himself again and again, gasping every time it raked against his sensitive prostate. He felt himself getting close and tried to stop Justin's stroking, but the blond would not be deterred. "I want you to cum. Cum on me..." He whispered, surprised at his own words. He pumped Terry harder and pinched his nipple with his other hand. Terry let out a choked whimper as he went over the edge, his swelling cock firing a volley of cum across Justin's heaving chest. Several more streams followed, each landing a little lower. As he came, Terry's ass tightened convulsively around Justin, and the blond started thrusting up faster and faster, his hips slapping against the brunet's thighs. Still pumping Terry's semi-hard penis, Justin started moaning with every push, getting closer, closer... then as he was overcome with his own orgasm he hollered something inarticulate, his body arched and he thrust as deep as he could up into Terry, his cock spewing into the condom. Then he collapsed, limp and sweating, all his energy drained. Terry half fell on top of him, just as overcome. They lay together for a few minutes, neither saying a word as they caught their breath. Terry hugged Justin tenderly. "You okay?" He asked quietly in the blond's ear. "Hmm hmm." It was all Justin could do just then to make an affirmative sound. He wrapped his arms around Terry and hugged him. "You were great, man. Thank you." Terry kissed Justin on the neck. "Oh man!" Justin finally managed to say. "That was incredible!" He pulled Terry's head up so he could look him in the eyes. "Thank you." He kissed him. "Thank you." Terry looked down shyly. "I'm glad it was okay for you." "It was way better that 'okay' for me man, I hope it was for you." "Yeah, it was..." Terry ran his fingers through Justin's curls; it was quickly becoming one of his favorite things to do. Then he leaned down again and, surprising himself whispered, "I love you." ---- JC blew into the living room, a bundle of energy as usual. "Justin's not back yet?" He looked at his watch then at Lance, who was getting his butt kicked at Mortal Kombat by Chris, as usual. "Uhh, he might be late for rehearsal. It was kind of an involved errand." Lance squirmed uncomfortably under JC's probing stare. "And just where did he have to go?" "Uhh, Washington, DC?" Lance answered meekly. "WHAT!?!" JC's eyes went wide. Chris turned on the couch to stare at Lance, his mouth hanging open. "Oh. My. God." Just then Joey sauntered in. "Hey guys, I let myself in. What's all the shoutin' about?" "Oh nothing much!" JC threw his hands up in the air. "Except that Justin decided to take a little trip north two days before we are supposed to start our tour! And apparently Lance knew about it and didn't bother to tell the rest of us." "He asked me not to." Lance sounded hurt and looked at the floor. "He was afraid you wouldn't let him go if you knew. And he had to go." "Where did he go?" Joey asked nonchalantly as he picked up a half- eaten Pop-tart on a plate next the Chris and took a bite out of it. "DC!" JC hollered in his face. "Hey, man, no need to go ballistic!" Joey shied away from his group- mate. "What's in DC? Ohhhhh..." He said as it dawned on him. "Terry." "He went after a guy who walked out on him!" Chris snorted. "I thought Curly was smarter than that." "He's in love." Lance said very quietly. "I understand how he feels. He needs to at least know he did everything he could. I don't know if you've noticed but he hasn't been the same Justin since we got back from LA." "I thought he was doin' better." Chris muttered, though obviously even he only half-believed it. "So when is he comin' back?" Joey was still completely calm, licking his fingers after finishing off the Pop-tart. "And is there anything else to eat? I'm starved." JC paced around the room in frustration. "We were supposed to be at the studio half an hour ago. Our asses are already in a sling. What am I gonna tell Fatima and Bobby? And Alex is supposed to be there today! There's gonna be hell to pay if this gets back to Johnny and the label!" Lance stood up and turned to face his lover. "I'll take full responsibility. I am the one who knew he was going; I helped him plan it. I'll talk to everyone, JC, you don't have to get involved. Let's get going." He said coldly and started to walk out of the room. As he passed JC he added quietly, "You of all people I would have hoped could be more sympathetic." JC was stunned to silence; Lance's words cut him like a knife. Was he being selfish? What Justin had done was incredibly irresponsible, foolish, illogical... and JC knew he would have done the same thing if it was to get Lance back. He hung his head, but Joey put his arm around him and led him towards the door as Chris shut down the game. "He got yah didn't he?" "Yeah. I guess I can't fault Justin for his devotion. But the shit is really gonna hit the fan. Johnny will have a fit!" "If it's any consolation, who of the five of us would you say could most afford to miss a practice?" "Normally I'd say Justin, but the way he's been lately..." "He's gotta settle this thing with Terry, one way or the other. If it works, we'll have our Curly back, plus a new friend. If not, we need to be supportive. Let's just hope it works." "You're right, Joe. I guess I overreacted. It just seems like a crazy thing to do -- Justin's normally so level-headed and practical." "Well, buddy," Joey lowered his voice as they neared the open front door. Lance was standing just outside in the sun. "Some people would say that one guy asking another one to marry him is pretty crazy too. But I don't. I think it's love. And If I'm not mistaken, a certain bass singer has a new ring on his finger." "Yeah." JC felt himself smiling and blushing. "Then I think we can afford to be a little bit charitable with a guy we care about who's only trying to find the happiness that you and Lance have already got." "Joey," JC sighed, "I bet most people have no idea what a smart, sensitive guy you really are." "Keep it under your hat man, I don't want to be the 'sensitive one.' That's Lance's job. I'm the 'playboy'." He sauntered away, taking Chris by the arm so JC and Lance were left alone on the doorstep. "I'm sorry, Lance. I didn't mean to blow up at you." "Thanks." Lance smiled at him shyly. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, but Justin made me promise. He was very determined." "Well, I guess he thinks Terry is worth it. If he's half as special as my Scoop, I can understand it." He snuck a kiss on Lance's cheek. "Flatterer." Lance grinned. "C'mon, let's go." He took the blond's hand. "We might as well face the music. When was mister AWOL Timberlake supposed to be back?" "We booked him a flight back this afternoon." "Oh, right." JC smirked at him. "So, I guess I'm driving!?" He asked the group as the others had already migrated to his jeep. ---- "Uh oh." Justin mumbled. "What!?" Terry looked around worriedly. "It's snowing!" Justin smiled and pointed up at the skylights. Terry flopped down on his back next to Justin and looked up. Through the gray sky he could barely make out big flecks of white drifting down. They touched the Plexiglas skylights and turned to water a moment later. "We better get going! Traffic is going to be crazy!" Justin laughed at the look of panic on Terry's face. "It's okay, man! Relax! It's not like I have a show tonight; we have two days to get back to Florida. Besides, I wanna see snow -- it's been awhile." "But you must have, like, final rehearsals or something?" Terry put his head in his hands. "I don't want to come back being the cause of you missing practices. JC will hate me." "Jeez, Terry, put away the guilt stick! What are you, Catholic?" Terry couldn't suppress a smile. "Well, no, actually..." "Okay, then, CHILL!" Justin hugged him, making comical growling noises while squirming around. "Okay, okay!" Terry laughed. "But let's call the airline; it will make me feel better." "And I should let Lance know he doesn't have to keep the secret any longer. JC is probably torturing him over where I am." "You made Lance keep this a secret!? Why?" "Well..." Justin looked away shyly. "Just in case I couldn't convince you, I didn't wanna have to come back and face a big pity-party. But now I don' hafta worry about that, RIGHT?" He stuck his face close to Terry's and raised his eyebrows expectantly. "Right." Terry smiled back and gave Justin a little kiss on the mouth. "I won't back down on you now, even if we have to walk to Orlando." Justin grinned. "That's my man." "I like being your man. But maybe we should clean up before anything else. How about a shower?" "Together? Sounds like fun." Justin grinned. To be continued... End of Part Eighteen! 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