Date: Fri, 9 Mar 2001 21:37:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Searching for Lost Souls

Hey Guys! I'm back, if you don't me I'm the author of
the story "Dreams Can Come True" and I want to hear
all of your questions, comments, whatever so e-mail me
at reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com, ok?

Disclaimer: If you find M/M situations offensive, are
not of legal age wherever you are then don't read
this. Also, I have no knowledge of the sexual
preferences of any members of NSync, or any boyband
for that matter, so don't e-mail me asking questions.
I had a big problem with the same guy e-mailing me for
Brian Littrell's phone number when I was posting my
last story...don't do that...

On with the story:

Searching for Lost Souls

Chapter 1: Different Perspectives

	JC Chasez tossed and turned in the king size bed of
his New York hotel room. JC and his fellow *NSyncers
were in New York for a guest spot on TRL to promote
their new tour. JC rolled over yet again and his armed
draped over the well-defined torso of Justin
Timberlake, whose masculine body lay next to JC on the
mattress.
	Justin often slept with JC whenever Justin couldn't
sleep, whether it was because of nervousness,
sickness, or whatever. JC never minded it because he
had always had a small crush on his fellow bandmate.
Justin normally slept with JC when he was nervous
about the press exposing his relationship with Britney
and the probable massive press scrutiny that would
follow, but now that the two were public about their
relationship they had nothing to worry about, or did
they?
	Britney was in England promoting her upcoming CD,
slated for release at around the same time that
*NSync's was coming out, and she had been invited to
one of the Royal Family's palaces by Prince William.
Justin wasn't normally jealous, but Britney and the
prince had exchanged e-mails and Justin had read them
and spotted the obvious flirting between the two.
	JC slid closer to Justin so that their bodies were
brought together. He wanted to hold Justin like this
all the time and make Justin's problems and worries go
away, but he couldn't. JC had decided long ago that
all he cared about was Justin's happiness and knew
that that meant he had to be with Britney.
	JC nuzzled his nose in Justin's hair and took a deep
breath of the young man. JC closed his eyes and tried
to get some sleep before the sun came up.

	The sunlight that shown through the curtains of JC's
room slowly brought the sleeping beauty called Justin
Timberlake back to consciousness. Justin rubbed the
sleep from eyes and brought his hand back to his side
to find JC's arm draped over him. Justin began to
slowly move, as not to disturb JC, and felt JC's
morning hardon pressing against his ass. Justin began
to rub his body against JC's hard cock.
	Justin was bisexual and was a virgin to both sexes,
much to his regret Britney wanted to wait until she
was married and Justin just never had the courage to
hit on another man.
	Justin slowly raised himself out of the bed and
quickly tiptoed to the bathroom. He quietly came back
into the room and noticed it was only quarter after
seven. He thought that it wasn't worth going back to
bed so he put on a blue silk bathrobe and went onto
the balcony and watched as the people of New York
started another hectic workday.
	Justin leaned slightly over the edge of the balcony
and saw some of the group's more loyal fans had slept
outside the hotel last night. He smiled at the thought
that they'd sleep on the sidewalks of New York just to
get a glimpse of their favorite boyband.
	Suddenly Justin felt someone's hand on his back and
he was given a quick push towards empty air. He
panicked and spun around to see JC laughing
hysterically.
	"That wasn't funny!" Justin screamed as he walked
back into JC's room.
	"Oh, come on, Justin," JC said as he wiped a tear
from his eye, "the look on your face was pure Pulitzer
material if I had had a camera."
	"When are we supposed to do the photo shoot for
Rolling Stone?" the annoyed Justin changed the
subject.
	"Eleven," JC said as he fell back into the bed.
	"What do you wanna do until then?" Justin asked.
	A thousand dirty thoughts ran through both their
heads.
	"Dunno," JC answered.
	"Well I for one am bored out of my skull," Justin
grumbled as he flopped down on the bed next to JC. JC
leaned on his arm the way Justin was and the two
searched each other's eyes. Justin could feel the
courage inside of him building, he wanted desperately
to lean in for a kiss when...
	"Well," JC said as he jumped off of the bed, "we
can't do anything looking like this. I'm gonna shower,
you order us some breakfast."
	 Justin fell back into the pillows with a sigh...he was
so close...

	JC turned on the water to the shower and stuck his
left arm under the cascading liquid to check the
temperature. He slowly pulled off his boxers and
stepped into steam filled shower stall and slowly
lathered his hair with shampoo. He dropped his soapy
hands to crotch and massaged the lather into his pubic
hairs and around the base of his cock.
	"What almost happened out there?" JC said to himself
as he lathered his hard cock, "it's almost as if he
wanted to...to..."
	"JC?" Justin yelled from the other side of the door,
"what do you want me to order you?"
	"Um..." JC stuttered as he slowly stroked his length as
he thought of Justin and what had almost happened, "I
don't care...whatever you're getting..."
	JC picked up the pace after he thought that Justin
had left from his perch outside the door. He brought
his lubricated hand from the head of his 8-inch, cut
cock to the base quickly as he thought of his best
friend and the secret escapades they could have behind
the back's of everyone: their friends, family,
bandmates...Britney. He'd forgotten about Britney. He
pushed the thought from his mind and thought of Justin
again, his perfect smile, his strong arms,
well-defined chest...
	JC was close to cumming when he thought he heard a
faint noise outside the door, it was his imagination.
He pumped his cock again and again and finally spewed
his load all over the side of the shower. He brought a
small bit of it to his mouth and licked it from his
finger, the salty taste lasted for only a second and
he decided he'd best clean it off the wall before
Justin took his shower.

	Justin listened carefully with his ear against the
bathroom door. He was sure he could hear JC jerking
off. He leaned harder against the door and it creaked
slightly, he hoped the faint noise wouldn't disturb
JC...his wish came true as he heard the noises continue.
	Justin slowly reached his left hand down through his
robe and into his boxes and lightly stroked his
growing cock. He tipped his head back and groaned
lightly. He beat off his rock hard meat as he listened
to JC doing the same only a few feet away and a wooden
door away. He felt his 7-inch meat start to spasm and
bit his lip to keep from groaning. His load spilled
into his cotton boxers and he tried to hold it there
until JC got out of the bathroom so he could clean up.
He couldn't be caught like this, not by JC...
	JC came out of the bathroom wearing a silk robe
similar to Justin's and began to rummage through some
clothes, looking for something to wear. Justin quickly
slipped into the bathroom without looking too
conspicuous as he held his crotch trying not to get
cum all over himself. Once in the bathroom he threw
off his robe and wiped the cum off of himself with his
dirty boxers. He jumped into the shower and quickly
cleaned his masculine body.
	As Justin began to dry himself he put his towel on
the sink and looked for the pair of clean boxers he
had brought into the bathroom with him. The door
opened and JC stepped in holding a pair of Justin's
boxers.
	"JC!" Justin yelled.
	"Here you dropped these outside of the door," JC said
as he handed Justin his underwear.
	"Uh...thanks," Justin said as he covered himself with a
towel.
	"So what do you wanna do?" JC asked as he leaned
against the sink.
	"I'd LIKE to get dressed, you already have!" Justin
said somewhat annoyed.
	"Why so bashful all of a sudden?" JC asked, he only
stayed to get glimpses of Justin's perfect body,
"we've showered and dressed together hundreds of
times..."
	"Well..." Justin started timidly, "sometimes I do like
my privacy..."
	Justin slowly turned from JC. JC walked out and
closed the door, he sat on the bed and put on his
favorite Nikes. He sat up and put his head in his
hands. What was he thinking, walking in on Justin like
that?
	JC stood up and rubbed his now erect cock, his
glimpses of Justin had aroused him again, but this
time he couldn't jerk off. He leaned again the wall to
the left of the bathroom door and sighed. He was sure
he had misread Justin earlier...he had to...it was just a
big...mistake?


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