Date: Sat, 21 Aug 1999 11:15:13 EDT
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: NSYNC-lance-n-jc

'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC

Boyband Story Awards:

1st Place: Best Plot -- Single Story
1st Place: Best Single Storyline
1st Place: Best Author of a Single Story

CHAPTER NINE

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 or anyone else (but we can dream). If you are under
18, or are offended by graphic depictions of homosexual relationships,
please go back now.

Story content copyright Copyright 1999 T. Kevin.

lictor (at) aol (dot) com

----

Music of My Heart

"You'll never know what you've done for me.
What your faith in me has done for my soul.
You'll never know the gift you've given me.
I'll carry it with me.

You taught me to run, you taught me to fly,
Helped me to free the me inside.
Helped me hear the music of my heart.
You've opened my eyes, you've opened the door
To something I've never known before
And your love is the music of my heart."

Hey! Be sure to check out the new video "Music of My Heart" with 'N Sync
and Gloria Estefan on VH1 and the Box!  It's a very beautiful ballad, with
great lyrics.  AND, at the very very end of this love song, (this is
usually edited out on MTV), Lance and JC turn and give each other a very
big, sweet hug! JC practically lifts Lance right off the floor!

Kevin

----

	The sun was not yet up. Terry shuffled around the conference room
clutching his extra large coffee and a bagel. 'God, I hate getting up when
its still dark outside.' He wrinkled his nose and just tried to get out of
the way as people milled around. Alex was there, looking strangely
uncomfortable in shorts and a polo shirt, going over final plans for the
video. 'He's a suit inside and out.' Terry sneered as he collapsed back in
a corner with his equipment.
	Just then the boys burst into the room all perky and full of
energy. Joey was smiling, Chris boogeying around to something on his
walkman, Lance and JC were chatting happily. Justin scanned the room and
his face lit up when he saw Terry. He strutted over. "Hey, wake up
sleepyhead!" He gently poked the designer in the ribs.
	"Ugh. Not until I've had my coffee." Terry grunted.
	"Geez, you are a grump in the morning; I thought I was bad!" Justin
pouted. "I don't even get a kiss?" He puckered up comically.
	Terry looked around nervously. "Are you sure it's okay?"
	"It's our last day on 'vacation.' If they don't like it, screw 'em"
Justin whispered.
	Terry leaned over and they exchanged a quick kiss.
	"See?" The blond looked around. "The world is still spinning. Now I
GOTTA eat something."
	But Alex saw them. It only confirmed his suspicions. Justin too?
Lance and JC were bad enough. He didn't have time to wonder how or why this
all seemed to be happening at once, nor did he really care. He thought
briefly of firing Terry to remove the temptation for Justin, but he
realized it was better if Justin's little 'friend' was someone in the
inside they could control...

---

	The rest of the day was a whirlwind of nonstop activity.
	They reviewed the storyboards with Nigel Dick, the director, one
more time. The video was for "Sailing" but essentially a sequel to "The
Girl Who Has Everything" where an abandoned ship miraculously appears at
the island where they were marooned. Most of the video is the guys
frolicking on the ship as they steer it home, though each has a strange
encounter with a phantom young woman (who looks just like "The Girl"). Then
one by one the guys seem to take flight and their surroundings morph into a
concert venue where they are hanging in the air on their cables. As the
song ends they see "The Girl" from the first video and land around
her. Hugs all around!
	Once everything was clear, the entourage trooped out to the
busses. They drove to a small marina, getting makeup and wardrobe on the
way. Terry took a lot of digital pictures and a few movie clips. He
realized that he was spending an inordinate amount of time on Justin and
made a concerted effort to get a lot on the other guys. At the marina, they
boarded a large rigged yacht. In addition, there was an escort boat with a
camera, and later in the day a helicopter would also be doing some aerial
shots.
	Terry had never seen a video filming before this trip, and once
again he was amazed at the patience and endurance of the 'N Sync guys.
	To start, Nigel, the director, put Chris at the wheel of the ship;
the singer got a quick lesson in steering from one of the real crew
members. Joey got to climb up the main mast, Justin was at the prow, Lance
and JC on the rigging. Lance was clearly nervous but bravely clung to the
ropes.  As the ship sailed through the beautiful water, the guys all looked
great in their gauzy clothes, their hair blowing in the wind. Justin went
with just a vest and pants, showing off his smooth, sexy chest. The others
wore loose shirts and shorts or pants, all white or beige.
	The song looped on a tinny-sounding portable stereo, and when the
director called action they turned on the charm. They did a lot of distance
shots, then concentrated on one or two of the guys at a time, giving the
others a break. Nigel picked up on the individual personalities and tried
to bring them out in the video. They had one shot where Joey miscalculated
the weight of a sail so when he tried to raise it, he shot straight up in
the air clinging to a rope. He also included a scene where Lance and JC
were pulling on a rope together and the both slipped, tumbling into a
giggling heap on the deck. There was lots of beautful footage of the ship
cruising through the waves: flybys, pullbacks, and parallel shots.
	The hours rolled by, and the guys worked without complaint even
when Nigel wanted to do a scene over and over and over again. "Where is
your joy?" He would yell in his British accent when he thought they weren't
emoting enough. "I want to see the rapture!"  Finally as the sun was
getting low in the sky Nigel was satisfied. He congratulated the guys on a
great performance. 'Nice boys, so much easier to work with than that prima
donna Britney Spears,' he thought, as they all thanked him sincerely for
all his work and talented direction.
	Exhausted, the crew packed up and they headed back.

---

	"Man that Nigel is a slave driver!" Joey moaned as he staggered
onto the bus.
	"But he's great, he really gets good performances from us, I
think." JC pulled a couple of bottled waters from a cooler in the back.
	"I am so glad to be on dry land again!" Lance flopped in a seat.
	JC settled next to him and handed him a water. "But just think how
different everything would be if we didn't have that accident."
	"That's true. I'd do it all again for you." He gave JC a kiss on
the cheek.
	"Awww, there they go again!" Chris rolled his eyes as he walked
by. "That reminds me, we need to have a meetin' tonight."
	"Okay, yeah we should go over what we're doing in LA. I got the
agenda from Alex."  Lance agreed.
	"And we need to talk about you guys." Chris said seriously, waving
his finger at Lance and JC. Then he turned to Justin, who was sprawled on
two seats across the aisle. "And you too, I guess, Curly."
	"What about 'us'?" JC looked at Chris with a frown.
	Chris held up his hands as if in protest. "Hey, I'm not passing
judgment or nuthin, but lets be real. We need to be ready when management
confronts you guys about being gay. They're NOT gonna be happy, and they
will want you to keep it quiet, for obvious reasons. I just want the five
of us to talk through it and agree on what we are all comfortable with."
	"Should I ask Terry?" Justin sat up.
	Joey leaned over at that point. "I think maybe it should be just
us." He said gently.
	"Whatever." Justin pouted.
	"Where is Terry?" Lance asked.
	"He has to stay a while with the film crew and finish up something,
he said. "He'll be back at the hotel in a couple hours."
	Little was said for the rest of the ride back; the crew on the bus
with them kept their distance. Lance and JC held hands, and Lance rested
his head on Josh's shoulder. 'The trouble is already starting,' he thought
sadly.

---

	The five of them were in Chris' room, remains of room service
dinner scattered everywhere. Everyone had been quiet again through the
meal, uncharacteristically attentive to the TV. Justin and Joey were on a
sofa, Chris on a chair, JC and Lance were on the bed sitting up against the
headboard side by side; JC had his arm around Lance.
	Lance shuffled through some notes. It was somehow reassuring to all
of them to see Scoop back in form as the group's information source. "Okay,
in LA we got a bunch of stuff going on: We film the 'I Drive Myself Crazy'
video, and the Armageddon clip for the MTV Movie Awards.
	"That is gonna be awesome!" Justin beamed. "Doin' a skit with Lisa
Kudrow!"
	They all laughed.
	"And Lance gets to have his astronaut fantasy, kind of." Joey
smiled.
	"Justin and I film the Teen People Awards show." Lance continued,
raising an eyebrow at Justin and Joey, pretending disapproval for their
interruption.
	"Sorry Scoop!" Justin grinned.
	Lance was secretly glad to see the blond smile at him. He really
hoped Justin was getting over his resentment over JC. "We have some
appearances, some studio work, and we start rehearsals for the tour. Then
we have a couple of days off, then home to Orlando for more rehearsals. The
tour kicks off March 3, just about a month from now. Oh, and our flight is
at 8:05 tomorrow; meet downstairs at 6:30 with your luggage!"
	He was greeted by groans.
	"That's all I have." Lance folded up his papers.
	"Okay," JC sat up. "Let's get this over with."
	Chris realized that everyone was looking at him. "I guess I get to
start." He said ruefully. "I just want to know what to expect from you guys
in public. I don't care what you do when it's just us, but what about in
front of the crew, fans, or even our friends and family back home."
	Neither Lance nor JC said anything for a moment, then they looked
at each other. Finally, Lance spoke up. "Well, we haven't talked about it
much, but -- JC say something if you don't agree -- we understand that this
has to stay under wraps. As much as we would like everyone to like us for
our music, we know that a lot of our fans are young girls who would not be
happy to find out that we were gay."
	"Not that it makes any real difference -- it's not like we were
going to date any of those 12 year-old girls anyway!" Justin snorted.
	"Yeah, but that's not the point, Curly, you know that." Joey
said. "It's gonna be hardest on you: you're the number one heartthrob. How
do you feel about keeping this thing with Terry secret?"
	Justin squirmed around in frustration. "I dunno man! This is all
new to me! I'm still trying to figure out who I am. But yeah, I understand
why we're gonna have to pretend we're just friends.
	"And since he's not in the group." Chris pressed.  "People are
going to wonder why he's hanging around so much. On tour it won't be as bad
cause we can explain it. And Lance and JC at least can hide behind their
friendship."
	"I just hate the idea of hiding, the dishonesty." Lance said
quietly.
	"Tell me that again after you tell you parent's you're gay." Chris
said.
	"Ouch, Chris!" Joey furrowed his brows.
	"Sorry, I know this has got to be hard for you guys. I'm being
selfish I guess, and I have to admit it's weirding me out. Okay, I said
it. I mean, I don't have a problem with gay people, and sure we've worked
with a lot of gay people. But it's gonna take me some time to get used to
seeing Lance and JC all over each other! And Justin, not only did it NEVER
occur to me that you were gay, now suddenly you're sleeping with some guy
we barely know!"
	Heads snapped around.
	Justin jumped up. "We are not 'sleeping together'!"
	"I saw you sneak into your room the other morning wearing the same
thing you had on the day before. Where were you?" Chris glared at him.
	"I stayed in Terry's room but we didn't do anything! And what
fucking business is it of yours, anyway? You've been spying on me!?"
	"Hey, hey, everybody calm down!" JC raised his hands.
	"That's easy for you to say, JC!" Justin jabbed a finger at
him. "You've got this pretty easy compared to me, you and Lance fall into
each others' arms and now you're practically married. I'm out on my own
here." Justin flopped back down as if exhausted by his outburst. Then he
added softly. "I'm sorry for swearin', but I'm kinda upset."
	"You're not 'alone', Justin, you know the rest of us are always
here to be your friends at least," Joey said. "But you're right, I don't
envy you." Joey turned to the rest of them. "We always give that pat line
about how we're 'too busy to date', but it's mostly cause it's hard to meet
someone who likes you for yourself, not as a member of 'N Sync. For Justin
it's suddenly ten times harder.  JC, you and Lance are awfully lucky, and I
can't be more happy for you. Chris, I understand how you feel, I admit it's
kinda strange to see two guys -- not two mention two guys who are also your
best friends -- kissing each other. But I can get used to it."
	"I will too, but I guess the dynamics of the group are different
now." Chris said. "And Justin I'm sorry, I was worried about you and I was
checkin' up. I saw you that morning and I was going to say something but
then I didn't want you to think I was, well, spyin'."
	Lance stared into space. This was turning out to be more unpleasant
than he expected. He could sympathize with Chris and Justin's frustration,
and he knew that if he and JC and Justin went public with being gay it
might mean the end of 'N Sync as they knew it. Up until now they all just
played the game of saying they weren't seeing anyone, though Joey and Chris
had both had girlfriends on and off. For Lance at least it had allowed him
to deny his gayness, telling himself that he wasn't dating girls because of
the group. But now that he'd admitted his feelings for JC, the idea of
living a lie angered him. They could never kiss, never hold hands in
public. 'Although, I guess that's not all that different from other gay
people.' He thought sadly. 'They can't kiss their partner in public for
fear of discrimination or even violence.'
	But he and JC were in the public eye far more than the average
couple, gay or straight. He rubbed JC's leg gently. "I guess we'll have to
settle for smoldering sexy looks in public." He smiled.
	"Well, we can hug. We all hug each other all the time; that's
nothing new." JC said a little defiantly.
	"Well is that it?" Justin asked, standing up.
	No one said anything, so he marched out of the room.
	"Let's go for a walk." JC whispered to Lance, who's face broke out
in a smile. They got up; Chris and Joey stood. JC made a point of hugging
them both and Lance followed his example.
	"I hope you guys aren't too mad at me." Chris muttered.
	"No man, we're not mad." JC assured him. "It needed to be talked
about."
	Joey stayed a minute after JC and Lance left. "You were kinda hard
on them." Joey cocked an eyebrow, then fished around on a plate for a
leftover chip. "You can't tell me you didn't suspect after all this time."
	"Lance? Sure, I'm slow but not an idiot. JC? I guess I didn't want
to believe it."
	"But the looks he was always giving Lance..."
	"Okay, yeah sure." Chris snapped. "I've been through this already
with Justin, when he suspected. And I really didn't think HE was! Curly
always seemed to enjoy the attention from the girl fans."
	"It was just the attention, not that it was from girls." Joey
smirked. "Feeling a little abandoned?
	"Yeah, a little." Chris said quietly.
	"Don' worry about it, Justin is still your bud."
	"I know, but the whole gay sex thing, it kinda freaks me."
	"He's the same Justin, Chris. And he has a hard road ahead. He
needs our love and friendship more than ever. Don't shut him out."
	Chris stared at the floor. He felt his eyes burning. "I know. I
won't." He said almost inaudibly.
	"Well, I'm outta here."
	"Later." Chris flopped on his bed.

---

	Terry answered his door and there was Justin, grinning from ear to
ear. 'God, he's so damn hot!' Terry couldn't help thinking. "Hey man, how
was your meeting?" He asked stepping aside so the blond could come in.
	Justin's smile faded "It sucked; let's not talk about it."
	"Ohhh - kay."
	"Hey you cleaned up your place! Mine is still a wreck."
	"I was hoping I would have company."
	"Oh?" Justin looked concerned for a second, then he got it. "Oh,
you mean me!"
	"You're cute when your mouth is hanging open like that." Terry
smiled at him and stepped closer.
	Justin felt himself blushing. He smiled shyly
	"What's the matter? Don't tell me you're not used to compliments on
your looks."
	"Well, not from a hot guy." Justin looked up at him through his
thick lashes.
	"Get used to it." Terry roughly pulled Justin to him, pressing
their lean bodies together.  Then he very gently kissed the compliant
youth.
	Justin clung to Terry and as their lips touched he made a little
moaning sound.
	The designer let his hands roam over Justin's lean back and
shoulders, then playfully cupped his tight butt cheeks. The blond thrust
his hips against Terry so hard they both almost fell over. They broke apart
laughing.
	"Sorry man, got carried away!" Justin said.
	"That's ok, I should have expected it, seeing you do that thrusty
thing on stage all the time!"  Terry hugged Justin again. "Hmm you feel so
good." He sighed
	"You too man. I love you holding me, makes me feel... safe."
	Terry whispered in his ear. "Have any plans for tonight?"
	"Not yet."

---
	
	Lance and JC walked barefoot, hand in hand along the deserted
beach. The night was clear and mild, the wet sand warm between their toes.
	"Our last night in paradise." JC said with a sigh.
	Lance stopped and pulled JC against him. He looked into the taller
boy's eyes "Every night, every minute with you, is paradise."
	JC just smiled at Lance for a moment, speechless.
	"Okay, sorry, that was really corny." Lance looked away in
embarrassment.
	"No, it wasn't." JC placed his palm against Lance's cheek and
turned his face back. "It was very sweet. From somebody else I might think
it was just glib talk, but from you... I know you really mean it. I
wouldn't want you any other way than you are, James Lance Bass." Then he
very tenderly kissed his lover.
	Lance wrapped his arms tight around JC and shivered with happiness
as their lips met. For a long time they just stood and gently kissed as
they held each other. At last, though, their lips parted and Lance laid his
head on JC's shoulder. He thought he was going to cry again. It was as if,
after years of holding his feelings inside, they had come pouring out over
the last few days like a dam bursting.
	"You alright?" JC whispered.
	"Yes, just hold me please."
	"Until you tell me to stop, baby." JC stared out across the great
endless sea. 'I'll hold you and never let you go,' He thought. 'My
precious, fragile little Lance. No matter what happens I'll be here to
protect you.' Lance pulled back from him a bit. JC frowned, wondering what
was wrong.
	But the blond was smiling, and took his hand. "C'mon, let's run!"
And he took off dragging JC with him. They ran laughing through the surf
until they couldn't run any more.  Staggering, JC grabbed Lance's sleeve
and pulled the smaller youth against him. Cradling Lance's head he kissed
him passionately.
	Lance responded with a low moan and forced his tongue between JC's
lips. Josh sucked on the blond's tongue, then responded with his own. They
sank to their knees in the sand, hands tearing at each other's clothes.
	"Is anyone around?" Lance whispered nervously, even as he pulled
his shirt off.
	"No but who cares if they are? JC growled sexily. He gently but
insistently pushed Lance onto his back on the wet sand, admiring his
beautiful face in the moonlight. He threw their shirts up on dry sand and
began to caress the blond's chest.
	Lance looked up at JC, sexy and innocent at the same time. JC
lowered himself onto the younger boy, planting feathery kisses on his
nipples, his slender neck, his jaw. All the while Lance ran his fingers
over Josh's muscled back and arms, and through his thick dark hair.
	"Josh you make me crazy!" Lance whispered huskily.
	A moment later JC simultaneously grabbed Lance's hard cock through
his shorts and planted his mouth on the younger boy's in a rough kiss.
	Lance's eyes opened wide, and he would have gasped except JC's
tongue was going in his mouth just then. So he just pulled the taller boy
down against him and answered the kiss with his own eager tongue.
	They rolled together for awhile in the sand, the warm surf
periodically splashing over them, kissing and holding each other. Finally
Lance reluctanly pulled back and propped his head on his elbow. "Isn't
there a scene from some old black and white movie like this?" He asked with
a smirk, while gently tugging at JC's sopping wet pants.
	"Yeah, 'From Here to Eternity' or something like that. But I don't
think it was two guys."  He laughed and pulled Lance to him again. "You
ready to go inside?" He whispered into the blond's ear.
	"Only if you promise..." Lance trailed off.
	"Only if I promise to make passionate love to you all night.?"
	"What are we waiting for!?" Lance leapt to his feet.
	Laughing and dripping wet, they grabbed their shirts and stumbled
back to the hotel.
	
---

	Justin was straddling Terry on the bed, kissing his neck while
Terry's hands roamed over the blond's back under his t-shirt.
	"Mmmm, Justin, baby..." He moaned and bucked his hips up.
	In response Justin thrust down against Terry's crotch, and each
could feel the other's erection through their pants. "Ohhhh yeahhh..." the
tow-headed boy growled. Then he wrapped his arms around Terry guy and
started rhythmically grinding their cocks together.
	Terry splayed his hands over Justin's muscled ass cheeks, pulling
him down with every thrust. He felt the boy's mouth sucking hard on his
neck and let out a little grunt every time Justin came down on him. Through
a haze of lust Terry thought 'God, this kid is gonna make me cum in my
pants! How much closer to having sex can we get without actually doing it?'
	It seemed like Justin had a similar thought, because he collapsed,
panting, on top of Terry.  "Oh man, maybe we should take a break." He
gasped.
	Terry ran his hands back up to the boy's shoulders. "Whatever you
want, Just." He said with a crooked smile.
	"I guess it's tough to just kinda stop huh? It ain't easy for me
either, believe me! For the first time my body is saying, 'go man, go for
it!' But my head says, 'take it slow buddy, your first time only happens
once.' You probably think I'm a big teaser."
	"You know I don't think that." Terry ran his fingers through
Justin's curls. "I'll admit this is new to me, getting all worked up and
then just stopping, but I said you could set the pace and I meant it." He
stifled a sigh.
	"Um, I think I gave you a hickey." Justin said, raising himself up
on one elbow. He ran a fingertip along Terry's neck. "I bet Chris will have
something to say about dat tomorrow!"
	Terry pulled him down for another kiss. "Ready to go to sleep?" He
murmured.
	"Yeah. Can I stay here with you?"
	"I'd like that -- if it's what you want."
	Justin smiled mischievously and ground his crotch against
Terry's. "Of course."
	"Maybe I was wrong..." Terry said with a smirk. "Maybe you are a
tease."
	"Chyah! See if you get any more 'ffection!" Justin rolled away,
pretending to pout.
	But Terry just scooted over and wrapped his arms around him. At
first Justin tried halfheartedly to pull away, but Terry held on, and the
blond quickly gave up, then began thrusting his ass against Terry's
still-hard cock. "Justin, please man, you are making me crazy!"
	Justin rolled over halfway and grinned at him wickedly. "I know!"
	"Let's get in bed." Terry pulled his pants off and scooted under
the covers, still wearing his t-shirt and boxer-briefs.
	Justin stripped to a pair of pale blue satin boxers and hopped in.
	'Ohhh my god.' Terry thought as the lanky blonde squirmed up next
to him. "Nice boxers."  He whispered, gingerly wrapping his arm around
Justin's bare chest.
	"Thanks. Baby blue is my favorite color yah know."
	"I'd heard..." The designer murmured sleepily, his hand straying
down to Justin's stomach.  Then his fingers toyed with the little trail of
hairs below his belly-button... and tentatively slipped under the waistband
of his boxers... down... down...
	The blond gently grabbed Terry's hand, pulled it out of his shorts
and placed it back on his stomach. "That area is off limits, mister."
	"Damn. Can't blame me for trying though, can you?"
	Justin rolled over to face him. Instead of a smirk (which Terry
half expected) his face wore an almost pained expression. "God I want you
so bad!" He said, his voice breaking. "But... I'm scared." Tears welled in
his beautiful blue eyes.
	"Oh, Justin I'm sorry." Terry hugged him tight, tenderly caressing
the nape of his neck.  "What are you scared of? Me?"
	"No! I don't know!" He wailed, then fell silent.
	 Terry felt the boy's body shake as he cried soundlessly. "Do... do
you want to be alone?"
	"No! Just hug me, okay?" Justin sniffled.
	"Of course."
	It was a long time before Justin grew still again, but eventually
Terry realized the boy was finally sleeping. 'What have I gotten myself
into?' He thought sadly.

---

	Naked on his hands and knees, Lance gasped as JC's cock entered his
ass. "Ohhhhh Joshhhh!" He moaned, his fingers digging into the bedspread.
	"You okay, babe?" JC paused and caressed his back tenderly.
	Lance could only nod.
	JC took hold of Lance's hips as he eased his penis in further. When
he was in all the way he reached around and took hold of the younger boy's
steel-hard cock. Slowly at first he pulled his seven-plus inches almost all
the way out, then eased in...
	Lance lowered his head and shoulders onto a pillow, giving himself
over to the incredible pleasure of JC's cock filling his ass. "Harder." He
heard himself whisper.
	Lance didn't see the expression of surprise on JC's face. "Sure
babe, anything you say!" He thrust in all the way, shoving Lance's entire
body forward.
	"Oh god yeah, Josh!" The blond said hoarsely.
	 Faster and faster JC fucked him, at the same time pumping Lance's
big cock Lance pushed his hips back against his lover, forcing the older
boy's throbbing dick in to the roots. Again their bodies connected... and
again...
	The room was filled with the sounds of sex: the rhythmic slap of
sweaty skin against skin, low groans of passion.
	"I'm getting close..." Lance moaned.
	"Cum for me, James!" JC pumped his cock harder and faster with one
hand and roughly pinched one of Lance's nipples with the other, while he
rammed his cock into the blond's aching tunnel.
	Lance bellowed as his cock unloaded pulse after pulse of thick
juice onto the sheets. It only took JC a few more thrusts before his own
penis fired into the younger boy's ass. They collapsed together on the bed,
wet and panting.
	JC kissed the back of Lance's neck and let out a shuddering
sigh. "Whew! You okay, sexy boy?"
	"Hmmm." Lance squirmed under him. "Thank you!"
	"I should be thanking you!" JC whispered, caressing Lance's arms
"Think we need a shower." Lance said after he had caught his breath.
	"Together." JC smirked.


To be continued...


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