Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2000 17:54:34 EDT
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: NSYNC_Lance-JC_27.txt

'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC
CHAPTER 27

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	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 go find something else to read.

	Story content copyright 2000 T. Kevin.

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	The Fashionably Loud show went well; everyone seemed to enjoy 'N
Sync's performance. Justin was in high spirits, running up and down the
runway and even dancing with the models. Lance did his best to be
enthusiastic. He did feel better after talking to his mother the night before,
and he felt that he had done everything he could as far as JC was
concerned. There was nothing left to do but try to get on with his life while
JC sorted his own out.
	As for JC, he seemed happy for most of the show as well, but he was
also a professional. At one point during Tearin Up My Heart, though, Lance
caught JC looking at him with a strange, sad expression on his face.
	After the show they hurried back to the hotel to grab their bags;
they had a flight in just over an hour so Sheri told them the van would
take them to the airport immediately after the show.
	As Lance opened the door of his room to leave, he found Drew about
to knock.
	"Hey." Drew smiled shyly.
	"Hey!" Lance grinned back. "I'd invite you in, but as you can see,
we're about to book out of here."
	"Yeah I heard you guys were leaving. I just wanted to say good-bye,
and it was good seeing you again."
	"Same here, man." Lance put his bag down and hugged Drew.
	The younger Lachey hugged Lance tight and gave him a quick kiss on
the neck -- then pulled away. "Sorry! That was... way off-base, man." He
stuffed his hands in his pockets.
	"It's cool, bud." Lance gave Drew's strong shoulder a squeeze. "Hey,
do you have an email address?"
	"No, but I was actually thinking of getting a laptop."
	"Cool." Lance darted back in his room and emerged a moment later
with a scrap of paper. "Here's my cell number and my email. Call me any
time, and when you get your computer, drop me a line, okay? Let me know
how things are going."
	"Thanks, I will." Drew nodded, then gave Lance another hug. "Thanks
for not... you know, judging me about Nick." He whispered.
	Just then a door slammed down the hall and they jumped apart.
There was JC standing at his door, staring at them, his expression blank yet
intense.
	"Well, I better go." Lance turned back to Drew.
	"Okay. I hope everything works out for you, man."
	"Me too."

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	The flight back was uneventful, but they actually got into Charlotte
almost an hour early. It didn't occur to anyone in the group that this would
be a problem until they got off the plane and no one was there to meet
them. No one but a couple hundred screaming fans.

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	Terry rode on the bus to pick up the guys; it was only a two hour
drive to Charlotte, but he wanted to see Justin as soon as he got back.
James the driver looked at him funny but then just shrugged. Melinda,
Lonnie and the other security guys rode in their bus so Terry had the 'N
Sync bus pretty much to himself. He tried working on the website but just
couldn't concentrate, so he napped.
	When they got to the airport, he watched as the security guys and
Melinda jumped out of the other bus the moment it stopped, and ran into
the terminal. Lonnie was talking into his phone as he lumbered towards
the door. When Terry went up front, James was on the radio. "What's up?"
	"The boys' flight is here already. Apparently there are some fans
too." He said nonchalantly.
	A moment later the airport doors near them burst open. Wes was out
first, followed closely by JC, Joey, Chris and Lance with two other 'N Sync
bodyguards and several airport security people around them. Last was
Justin and Lonnie, the big man keeping very close behind the singer, who
had his head down as he ran. Dozens of girls spilled out on the parking lot
after them, and Terry could hear the screaming even inside the closed bus.
James opened the door as they approached and they stumbled on, dragging
their carry-ons. Each said 'hi' to the web designer as he passed. Justin
climbed on last, James slammed the door, and Lonnie stayed outside,
planting his back against it as he faced the screaming mob.
	"You okay?" Terry asked as Justin slumped into a seat.
	"Yeah. I guess." The singer turned on the TV and frowned.
	Chris and Joey stood at a window and waved at the girls. Lance and
JC had vanished into the back.
	"What's wrong?" Terry sat down and put his hand on the blond's
shoulder.
	Justin flinched, then relaxed. "I'm sorry, it's not you. There was kind
of a mob at the gate." He indicated the girls still outside with a toss of his
head. Terry could still hear their muffled squeals.
	"It was ugly, mobs of girls shrieking... Lance and Joey tried to talk to
them but they screamed and screamed our names over and over -- or just
shrieked. They almost knocked Lance down and then they got hold of me."
He showed Terry where his shirt was torn. "Man, they are like hyenas, not
human at all sometimes. It's like they think you are some kind of object
and 'cause they bought your album they deserve a pound of flesh! They
pull and shriek and cry..."
	"I'm sorry man." Terry gently pulled the blond closer. "They don't
realize what they are doing, I guess."
	Justin laid his head on Terry's shoulder. "Yah. But it's still scary
sometimes. I just want to run. I can't believe how Lance manages to be so
nice to them all the time."
	The bus started to move, and minute later they had left the mob
behind.

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	"At least that show went better than last time!" Justin exclaimed as
he stumbled onto the 'N Sync bus, a sweaty towel around his shoulders.
"Where's our next stop, Scoop?"
	"Long drive tonight, Charleston, West Virginia." Lance said with a
sigh.
	"We'll be on the road most of the night!" Joey whined. Steve pushed
past his brother and crawled into his bottom bunk without a word.
	"We better try to get some sleep then." JC shuffled to his bunk, slid in
and pulled the curtain shut.
	Lance hesitated at another bunk and looked back at Justin and Terry.
	"It's cool, man, Ter and I will be okay sharin', right cyberdude?" He
gave Terry a gentle hip-check.
	"I think we'll manage." Terry said with an exaggerated yawn. "As
long as SOMEONE doesn't snore too loud."
	"I do NOT snore!" Justin shouted indignantly, hands on hips.
	"But you DO talk too loud." JC hollered from his bunk.
	Joey and Chris leapt up into their bunks with muttered good nights.
	Justin wiggled his eyebrows and took Terry's hand. "Ready for bed?"
	"When you put it that way..." Terry kicked his shoes off and crawled
into the bunk with the singer.
	The 'N Sync bus hurtled through the night...
	Lance woke up in his darkened bunk; he wasn't sure why. He
checked his watch -- the little glowing numbers read three in the morning.
They would be getting to Charleston pretty soon, so he decided to get up.
He slid open the curtain. Directly across the aisle, JC's bunk was empty.
Lance furrowed his brows. It wasn't like JC to be up at this hour
voluntarily. Lance didn't exactly relish the idea of being alone with Josh
right now either but decided that it would only make things worse to avoid
him. He went forward and found his bandmate sitting at the little table,
slowly eating a bowl of Corn Pops and staring out into the night.
	"Hey." Lance tried to sound nonchalant. He looked in the fridge, found
a Dr. Pepper.
	"Hey." JC answered around a mouthful of cereal, changing his focus to
his bowl.
	Lance sat on the other side of the bus and rifled through some
magazines strewn there.
	"So how's Drew Lachey?"
	The abrupt question made Lance jump, and his head snapped up.
"Uh, fine I guess."
	"He seems like a cool guy. So, do you like him?"
	"I like him all right. Want to tell me what this is about, JC?" Lance
tossed an issue of Teen Beat across the bench and glared at his former
lover.
	"Nothing, just curious." JC began methodically scraping his last few
Corn Pops together.
	"Nothing is going on between us, if that's what you are wondering."
Lance snapped. It came out more harsh-sounding than he had intended.
	JC flinched. "Sorry! It's none of my business what you do anyway."
	"I wish it was." Lance whispered to himself.
	"What?"
	"Nothing."

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	They arrived in Charleston an hour later and stumbled to their
rooms. Feeling grungy after riding in the bus, Justin and Terry took quick
showers. When Terry came out of the bathroom he found the singer spread
out on the bed on his stomach, clad only a pair of blue-striped boxers.
	Without a word the tall brunet climbed on the bed and straddled the
singer, then leaned down and began to massage his shoulders and back.
	"Hmmm, man you give great back rub." Justin sighed.
	"I do more than back rubs." Terry said softly, at the same time
scooting down to the foot of the bed. He hooked his fingers under the
waistband of Justin's boxers.
	The blond smiled to himself and raised his hips.
	Terry eased his shorts down, slowly exposing Justin's round little ass.
He got the boxers down to his thighs, then cupped the singer's muscled
glutes in his hands. He kneaded them like bread dough, parting them and
squeezing them together, alternately revealing the youth's puckered little
anus.
	Justin let out little moans and squirmed.
	Terry tugged the boxers off and tossed them on the floor, then
quickly got out of his own underwear before climbing back on the bed. He
began to massage Justin's long legs, working the sinewy thighs and calves.
Every time he slid his hands up, his fingers strayed down in between to
tickle the blond's ball sack. Terry gently spread Justin's long legs, crawled
in between, and began to tenderly kiss his smooth ass. He closed in and
began to lick along the crack, then parted Justin's ass cheeks. He teasingly
flicked his tongue-tip at the base of his balls, up... then up to his little hole.
	"Ohhh God!!" Justin moaned. "What are you doing?"
	"You don't like it?" Terry pulled back.
	"Man it feels... oh man!  But... it's my butt, man, you don't have to do
that."
	"You just took a shower Justin. And I want you to feel good." Terry
massaged Justin's butt reassuringly.
	"Okay man, I'm not gonna say stop it... I never thought about doin'
this, but it feels great."
	Terry smiled and dove back in, this time probing into Justin as far as
he could. He felt the blond's entire body go stiff then relax, and his legs
spread further, inviting Terry to continue. He did, and at the same time
worked his hand underneath so he could play with Justin's balls and hard
cock. The singer obligingly rocked his hips up to give him full access. Terry
loved the way Justin moaned and wriggled under him, obviously enjoying
this new sensation immensely. He pulled back and blew gently on his
clenched hole, making Justin shiver. Then he ran a fingertip around and
around the little pucker.
	"Oh mannn, you are making me crazy, dude." Justin growled, his
voice dropping lower than Terry had ever heard it. He pushed his ass up,
and Terry slipped his finger in to the first knuckle.
	"Oh! Jeez!!" The blond gasped.
	Terry could feel Justin's cock throb in his hand; he ran his thumb
over the tip and felt precum oozing from the little slit. Using it as lube, he
toyed with Justin's swollen head and began to stroke. Justin started
breathing harder and Terry knew he must be getting close. He slid his
finger in further...
	"Oh fuck!" Justin yelped as Terry touched his prostate. He quickly
rolled the singer on his back and went down on his cock, at the same time
pistoning his finger in and out of Justin's hole. It took only a few strokes
before he felt warm cum splatter the roof of his mouth. He pumped the
shaft of Justin's cock with his other hand.
	Justin grabbed his head and held him down, all the while making
unintelligible whimpering noises until Terry had sucked him dry.
	After they had caught their breath, the blond gently pulled him up
so they were face to face. He ran his hands over Terry's back. "That... that
was awesome man."
	"Mmmm, glad you enjoyed it. Your hands feel nice too."
	Justin opened his legs and wrapped them around Terry's, feeling his
lover's hard cock slide up underneath his balls.
	Terry began to kiss and lick his neck, the fingers of one hand
entwined in his curly hair while the other caressed his shoulder. He ground
his hips against Justin's, his hardon thrusting between the youth's thighs.
	The blond felt himself getting hard again already, excited by Terry's
kisses -- and the feeling of his hard cock so close to his ass. He knew what
he wanted... he was a little scared, but he trusted Terry not to hurt him, so
it only made it more exciting.
	"Terry..." Justin whispered.
	"Yeah, babe?"
	"I want you."
	"You got me, as long as you want me."
	Justin smiled to himself... that Terry misunderstood him in that way.
"No, I mean, I want you to, you know..." He couldn't say it, but he opened
his legs further and pulled up with them, allowing Terry's erection to poke
up against his ass crack.
	Terry raised his head and looked at Justin intently. "Are you sure?"
	"Don't you want to?" The blond pouted.
	Terry smirked. "Of COURSE I want to, but only if YOU want to."
	"Cool." Justin grinned.
	Not waiting to be asked again, Terry hopped up off the bed. After a
minute of hunting around in the semi-dark for supplies, he returned with
a condom and bottle of lube. "Why don't you lie on your stomach, it might
be easier that way."
	Justin obediently rolled over and lay spread-eagle on the bed.
	For a moment the designer had to just stand and admire the
beautiful lithe body laid out before him. From the sinewy shoulders down
to his tiny waist, then the twin mounds of his rounded ass, and down along
his powerful thighs and muscular calves... and those big feet of his!
	"Whatcha lookin' at?" Justin raised his head to see what was taking
Terry so long.
	"Michaelangelo's 'David' ain't got nuthin' on you." Terry said with a
sigh.
	"If I remember c'rectly, 'David' wasn't too gifted below the belt
either!" Justin answered, pursing his lips.
	"There you go again! I told you before, you have nothing to be
embarrassed about."
	He pushed, feeling his cockhead slowly ease past the anal ring.
	"Ohh... man..." Justin groaned into the pillow. His hands clawed at the
bedspread.
	"You okay?" Terry held himself back from going further.
	Justin only nodded, though from his expression, Terry could tell that
he wasn't so sure.
	"We don't have to -- ohhh!" Terry's statement was cut short when
Justin bucked his hips up and suddenly took half of Terry's cock inside
him. The blond sucked in air through his teeth. It hurt like hell, but it also
felt good somehow: it burned deep in him. Terry was inside him; they were
joined together. There was something almost... well maybe 'religious'
wasn't the right word, Justin thought. One thing was for sure: his own dick
was hard as steel.
	Encouraged, Terry lowered himself onto his lover and slowly pushed
in further. "You're doing great, baby." He whispered into Justin's ear. He
put his hands over Justin's, hooked his fingers into his lover's and held on.
	The blond spread his legs and pushed up again. At the same time
Terry rocked down and felt himself go in all the way. It had been so long...
Justin's ass felt so perfect. He just lay on his lover and enjoyed the
wonderful feeling of being inside him, and letting him get used to this
intimate joining. Justin's breathing began to ease, and Terry felt him relax
a little under him. "How are you doing?" He finally asked.
	"I'm okay. It... it feels kinda good." As if to prove it, Justin clenched
his ass around Terry.
	"Ohh, yeah... that's my guy." Terry sighed. He pulled out a few inches
and slid in again.
	"Oof! God you're big." Justin grunted, then giggled.
	"I'm not that big."
	"You feel like a damn telephone pole! But -- not in a bad way." He
added with a smirk. Then, as if to prove it didn't hurt, Justin rocked his ass
up again, allowing more of Terry to slip into him.
	"Ohh... oh man." Terry groaned, almost overcome by the feeling. "You
feel so good."
	"I want you to feel good, man."
	It took a while, but they began to work out a slow rhythm together,
bodies sinuously merging and parting.  Terry wasn't sure how much longer
he could hold back; but maybe it was just as well, he didn't want to make
Justin too sore on his first time.
	He was getting close when he felt the blond stop under him. "Ter?"
Justin whispered.
	"Yeah?" Terry stopped and pulled part-way out, afraid his lover was
in pain.
	"Can we... can we change positions? I want to see you."
	Terry smiled. "That would be great." He pulled out and sat back,
careful to keep the condom on.
	Justin flipped over and easily raised his legs up, his hard cock
bobbing against his flat stomach. He grinned up at Terry like a playful kid.
"Let's go!"
	Not needing a second invitation, the brunet leaned back down and
aimed himself for Justin's hole. This time he slid in easily, and the blond
sighed and settled his legs on Terry's shoulders.
	"Ohhh, man!" Justin groaned as his lover sank in all the way. His dick
sprang up harder and precum dripped from the tip.
	Terry closed his hand around the singer's manhood and milked it
gently, then placed his other hand on one of his pecs. Justin looked up at
him, his eyes dark and intense, his mouth half open as he sucked in deep
breaths. Terry moved his hips around, twisting himself inside his lover,
then moved in and out just a few inches in several short moves. They were
both sweating, skin slippery as they joined again and again.
	"Oh! Oh! Oh man... jeeez!" Justin hissed, and a moment later a geyser
of cum fired from his cock, splattering his chest and neck.
	Terry kept thrusting deep inside his lover as Justin's ass tightened
around him, and before the blond's orgasm had subsided he too was
cumming. His entire body shook with the power of it, and he leaned down
to kiss Justin passionately.
	They held each other with all their strength, Terry still hard inside
Justin, who's ass continued to clutch at him. They kissed passionately,
desperately, their breath in ragged gasps and their tongues battling for
turf in each other's mouth.
	Terry ran his fingers through Justin's sweat-damp curls as he caught
his breath, and they kissed again and again, each touch of their lips less of
passion but more of tenderness. Finally he sighed and relaxed on top of his
lover. "Thank you."
	"Welcome." Justin smiled.
	They went through the necessities of cleaning up, then crawled back
into bed together, spooning with Justin in front,
	"Justin..." Terry asked, barely a whisper.
	"Yah?" The young singer exhaled, then flipped around to gently kiss
Terry's cheek.
	Terry caressed Justin's shoulder. "Was it... okay?"
	The blond smiled then his lanky body shook with a silent laugh. He
nestled his face into the crook of Terry's neck and hugged him. "What do
you think, man?" He whispered. "That was like the most incredible cum I
ever had! I think I hit the wall!" Then they both giggled and playfully
wrestled for awhile, but Terry wanted a better answer.
	"Are you sure? It was okay?" He pleaded.
	Justin pushed him onto his back and straddled him. "It was BETTER
than okay! In fact... I wanna do it again!"
	"Shouldn't you get some sleep? It's gonna be light soon."
	"Wassa matter, old man? Can't go another round?" Justin teased.
	"I'll show you, smarty."

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	The next couple of weeks were a blur of performances and traveling,
one day sliding into the next. JC became more quiet and withdrawn with
each passing day. It seemed to him that Terry and Justin had way too
much sex, Joey and Steve did way too much partying, and Drew Lachey
was calling Lance way too much -- even more than Danielle.
	And every day brought him closer to their performance in DC, where
he would have to face his parents again. When the group wasn't rehearsing
or performing or eating, JC slept. The others worried about him, but no one
knew what to do or say that would help him.

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To be continued...


End of Part 27...

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