Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2000 21:46:03 -0000 From: Suma L Subject: The Beauty 14 The Beauty Chapter 14 By: Suma L. *****Songs That Inspire The Story***** Band Aid -- Do They Know It's Christmas The Verve Pipe -- Bittersweet Symphony Outkast -- Sorry, Mrs. Jackson U2 -- It's a Beautiful Day Wheatus -- Teenage Dirt Bag Lit -- You Make Me Cum Backstreet Boys -- If You Want It To Be Good, Girl, Get Yourself A Bad Boy Dido -- Here With Me Dido -- Thank You Bif Naked -- Lucky Ones ****DISCLAIMER**** This story isn't supposed to imply anything about the members of Nsync or anyone else involved in the story. This is all made up. In better English, IT'S NOT REAL! If you're too young in your area or it's illegal, then leave. If homosexual themes offend you then you may want to leave as well. Chapter 14 -- "What do you mean there's no package?" Lance asked in an annoyed tone. The man in front of him scrounged around the front desk for a slip of paper as he waited impatiently. He first had to wait for service for about fifteen minutes, and now this. No package. This was just getting ridiculous. He pounded his fist on the counter. "LISTEN! I'm getting a headache, and I am seriously tired of waiting around for you to sort things out. I was called by someone around here and told to come down and sign for a package. WHERE IS IT?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Bass." Lance glared at the man, and the poor man dropped his slip of paper. "We're very sorry, sir, but honestly, no one from the hotel made a call to you in reference to a package. We're very sorry here for your inconvenience as well, perhaps we could compensate you on this unfortunate event, a free dinner courtesy of the hotel?" "That's unnecessary. No package. Well, I'll just have the call traced then." A slightly calmer Lance retreated back to the elevators waiting for the doors to open. When they did, JC walked straight out of the elevator and right into him. "Oh, whoa, sorry Scoop. Didn't see you there. What are you doing around down here? Isn't Joey wanting you or something?" He grinned stupidly and waited for a reply. "No, actually, he's showering. I got some strange call telling me there was a package down here for me to sign for. When I got here, the front desk people claim they never made any call like that. This is so frustrating. I wanted to relax in my bed this morning." "That's right! Radio show and interview this afternoon, correct?" "Yeah, but I'd rather stay in bed..." Lance whined. "I hear ya. Well, I'm going to go get some stuff from the store for tonight." He winked and pulled a baseball cap over his head. "And watch out for Justin. After that whole, shaving cream was it?" "And toothpaste." Lance added with a grin. "Yeah. He wasn't too happy about it all. Watch out for his revenge. I KNOW he's planning something. I'll see you later. Bye, Scoop!" He happily bounced out the front doors of the hotel, and into the taxi waiting for him. Lance sighed, and trudged back to the elevators. It was going to be a long day. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Justin hummed to himself as he put on his shoes. He had a pretty good plan as far as he figured. Joey and Lance were probably going to spend the day in their room, relaxing, probably having sex. Atleast he hoped they would have sex. Then, when they were having sex, just close to getting off, he would break in and ruin it all for them. It was perfect. Once the lace was tied, he decided to go to Joey's room to see what he was up to. When he got to the door, he could hear really strange noises. Like someone was getting smothered. "I didn't know they were into S&M. I'll wait till later. This is something I do NOT want to see..." He whispered to himself, and walked back to his room. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "CHRIS! GET OFF OF ME!" Joey cried out as Chris jumped on him again, pressing his mouth to Joey's, kissing him deeper than before. Finally, after flipping Chris over, Joey came up for breath. "Oh my god! What the FUCK has gotten IN TO YOU!?" He yelled, and stood in a slight defense position. "Joey. You're all I ever wanted. You're all I ever needed." "Chris, quoting our songs isn't funny." "I'm not TRYING to be funny. You don't know what it's like to have no one, Joey. You've got Lance, and he fills up every desire you have. I've got no one. Nothing." "Chris, you don't have to find someone in the group!" "Joey, you don't get it do you?" "Get what?" "I don't want just ANYONE in the group, I want you!" Joey paused for a moment. This didn't make sense. Why would Chris want him when he knew he was with Lance? Chris was jealous, and Chris did strange things when he got into a state of jealousy. "Chris, don't do this to yourself. You know you can't have me. Didn't you talk to JC about all this the other day? Didn't he help you clear it up?" "This conversation isn't about helping me, it's about satisfying me." Chris began to slowly walk towards Joey, a determined look in his eye that almost scared Joey. The doorknob suddenly made a clicking noise and began to open, and Chris jumped Joey trying to kiss him. "Joey, I just got downstairs and there was nothing down there for me to sign fo- WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" Lance cried out as he opened the door all the way. "LANCE! HELP!" Joey yelled from under the body that was still clung to him. Lance pulled Chris away, but he pushed Lance down, and jumped back on him. Soon, JC and Justin were at the door pulling Chris away from Joey. Joey helped Lance off the floor, and held onto him protectively. "I want to know WHAT is going ON in here! RIGHT NOW!" JC shouted over the grunts, heavy breathing, and arguing. "He attacked me! He said he wanted to have me! He jumped me so he could kiss me!" Joey put up his hands in defense as Chris tried to lunge forward again, but was stopped by Justin. "Chris, did you really do that?" JC asked, his voice softening. "We talked about everything." "No. No, we didn't, JC. Besides, I wasn't about to tell you anything." "We can't be like this, you guys. It'll tear the group apart..." Justin said, and hug Chris to calm him down. Chris tried to shove Justin off of him, but Justin was too persistent, and gave in to the hugging. It seemed to help too, and eventually after a moment of quiet, he had calmed down. "I won't do it again. You proved it, Joey. You don't want me. That's okay. Nobody else does either." Chris whispered the last part to himself as he slipped out of Justin's arms, and out the door towards his room. Justin immediately followed him. There was no way he was going to leave Chris alone at that moment. "Joey, is that all that happened?" JC asked, turning to face Joey. "Yeah... That's basically it. It was so weird; I thought Chris was calm, and stuff. Didn't you talk to him?" Lance gently rubbed Joey's shoulders. "He's probably just feeling misunderstood, and neglected right now." "He's not a puppy, Lance." JC said, glaring slightly at Lance who had stopped rubbing Joey's shoulders. "Well, that's not how it was meant to come out. I'm going to take a nap, and I think Joey would like to join me until some of this cools down, right Joe?" "Correct, baby." Joey whispered seductively, and pulled Lance towards the bed. JC just shook his head, and walked out of the room. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Chris?" Justin called into the dark hotel room. He had opened the door to find the room pitch black, but he could hear muffled crying, so that had to mean that Chris was in the room. "Chris, it's Justin. I want to talk to you." "GO AWAY!" "I don't want to go away, I want to be with you. Your upset, you shouldn't be alone." "Maybe I wanna be alone." Justin walked closer to the bed. Chris was curled up in a ball with a pillow over his head. Gently removing the pillow, Justin pulled him up into a hug. Chris complied with it, and sobbed into his shoulder. "How come no one wants me, Justin?" "Chris, don't say that! Joey... Joey has someone else, Chris. You just need to realize that. Hell, you got that whole couple to yourself. NO ONE could have pulled that off but you." Chris let out a muffled laugh, and kept crying even so. "That was kind of cool... Best of both worlds." He sniffed, and began to smile a little. Justin released him a bit so he could wipe away his tears. "Well, you may not think there's anyone out there for you, but I know there is. You're an amazing guy. Hmmm, if I wasn't with JC, I might go for you!" Justin laughed a bit until he felt Chris's lips pressed against his. "Chris!" He scolded, and pushed the older man away. "Chris, it's not all like that. Find someone, Chris. Find someone who can love you, and is unattached. I'll let that slide this time, but next time, I will tell JC." Chris nodded appreciatively, and laid back down on the bed. Justin stroked his hair a little, and stood up. "I'm going to go now, okay? You get some rest before our interview and radio show." "Mhmm..." Chris murmured, and was soon fast asleep. Justin headed out the door, and walked right into JC. "Hey, baby. How is he?" "Tired, obviously. He just feels really unwanted." "Joey's feeling a little strange, and Lance is feeling giddy, so I don't know what to think." "I think Chris just needs time to get over his little, um... crush." "Ooo, I'd say infatuation." "JC, shut up, it really isn't that nice to joke about something like this." "I know, I'm just playing." "How long till the interview?" "2 Hours or so, why?" "Can we go nap, too? I'm getting jealous!" "Of course, Curly." JC said with a grin, grabbing Justin's arm and majestically, leading him to the bedroom. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Joey? Are you asleep?" Lance whispered through the almost darkness in the room. He watched Joey's chest rise and fall rhythmically. 'He must be asleep.' As if having read his thoughts, Joey flipped over to face Lance. "No, I'm awake, baby. I just dozed off for a minute." "That's okay. That was the point of laying in bed." "Can you not sleep, sweetie?" "No..." "Why not?" "I'm just thinking about what happened." "Wow. Your thinking about it more than I am, and I was the one that was jumped." "I just wish we could find someone for Chris. He's so lonely, and all this coupling stuff. I just feel so bad for him." "Don't, Scoop. Chris is a big boy. He's going to have to accept what all's happening. He's just getting the notion to settle down, because he's sooo old!" Joey laughed a little, but his smile turned to a frown when he noticed that Lance was not laughing. He reached forward, and put his hand to Lance's cheek. "Joey, don't." Lance turned his face away. "What? I just wanted to touch you." "Just don't." Joey reached forward to turn him again, and Lance dramatically acted emotionally distressed. "Okay, I think your faking it." "Can't I act?" "No. I saw those Seventh Heaven episodes. You sucked. And kissing a girl? Lance, puh-lease!" "Oh, shut up!" Lance smacked him, and then rolled over to face the other way. When Lance didn't turn back around after a minute, Joey began to rub his shoulders. "Hey, I didn't mean it. You weren't that bad an actor!" "Say I'm the best actor you've ever met." "But your not!" "Hey!" "I didn't mean it like that!" "Yes, you did." "Then say it. Don't you love me?" "Ooo, Lance is going for the kill question. Yes, I love you." "Good. Then am I the best actor ever?" "Right now, I'm actually thinking that. But I'm not going to say it, because I don't want you to get a big head." "Hmmm... You don't? Then I guess I don't want you to get one either." Lance sat up and began to pull his shirt on. "What are you doing? I thought we were going to nap!" "I don't want you to get a big head. Maybe it's for the best." He patted Joey's hand, and slipped on his pants. "Oh, you have a dirty mind, Mr. Bass!" "I know." Lance said with a smile, and tugged at Joey's arm. "Let's get up anyway. I'm tired of being stuck in this hotel." "But we have the interview and radio show in." "An hour, I know. We'll be back in time. Now, c'mon!" "Mmmm, well, okay. Where are we going?" "It's a surprise!" Lance threw pants and a shirt at Joey, and tied up the laces on his shoes. "Ooo! I like surprises!" Joey slipped on the pants and shirt, and shoved his feet in some shoes, neglecting to tie the laces. He walked over to the door where Lance was, tripped over them, and slammed on his face. "Aw, Joey." Lance knelt down, and pushed Joey back into a sitting position, and tied his shoes for him. He kissed Joey on the nose, and then helped him up. "LET'S GO!" "YEEHAW!" Joey yelled as they ran down the hallway as fast as they could. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Did you hear that?" Justin whispered down to JC, and JC lifted his head off Justin's dick for a moment. "No, what was it?" "Don't stop!" Justin cried out breathlessly, and shoved JC's head back down. "It sounded as if... as if... as if Joey yelled YEEHAW, OH GOD JC!" --------------------------------- @ -->--- HEY EVERYBODY! I hope that everyone had a very Merry Christmas! Seeing as thats a little late, here goes this, "Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday" -- *NSYNC I've been writing on this chapter throughout my Christmas break. It's given me an escape from pesky relatives. I got a Lance Bass marionette doll for Christmas. *Laughs* Just what I wanted. Hehe. Anyways, I've got to go. I hope to get some feedback on all this. I got, like, one email last time. Do you guys just want me to stop writing or something? Whether it's good, bad, or constructive reviews, I want to hear them. I feel so unwanted! *sobs* Anyhoo, Keep on reading! --Suma :)