Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2000 18:08:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kevin <kevin9y9@yahoo.com>
Subject: gay/celebrity/boy-bands/another-night-at-the-club-3

Thanks again to those of you who've emailed me about my story.  It's always
nice to know someone is reading.  Feedback, positive and negative, can be
directed to kevin9y9@yahoo.com

Those of you who like more romantic stories may wish to skip this chapter in
favor of future installments.  The relationship stuff will be starting soon,
though, because I really am a closet romantic at heart.  I almost feel guilty
for putting this chapter so close to the beginning of the story; it's a bad
example to all you underage people who are probably reading this despite all
the disclaimers.  Don't be a ho!

Disclaimer:  The following is a work of fiction and is not meant to imply
anything about the sexuality of the members of N'sync.  Don't read this if it
is illegal for you to access material depicting graphic acts of
homosexuality.

Previously, on Another Night...

     At that James chuckled, a low rumble from deep in his throat.  He put
his arms on my shoulders, holding me in his arms, and I slipped mine more
tightly about his waist, turning them up so that my hands rested just under
his shoulder blades.  We swayed together there, not even close to moving with
the beat, the rest of the club forgotten.  My heart was thumping.  It had
been far, far too long since I had been held like this.  It felt so
comfortable, like I had always been there, in this one slice of time, and
would never leave.

     He buried his face in my neck then, rubbing first his nose and then his
mouth against my flesh.  My neck is sensitive, possibly the most sensitive
part of my body that isn't directly involved in reproduction.  I felt things
stirring in my groin, and as he kissed my neck I gasped.  I turned my head
toward his and kissed his jawbone, just under the ear, the flesh smooth
against my lips.  I moved farther down his jaw toward the chin, and then our
mouths met in our first kiss.

and now...

Another Night at the Club - Chapter Three
"I Want To Show You Something REALLY Special"  ;)

     James leaned into the kiss, our lips gently moving against one another.
It was slow and tender, and utterly perfect.  His lips were warm, and firm.
Our mouths opened and closed against one another, lips kneading lips, sending
shivers down my spine.  My world, my senses had narrowed and focused on this
one sensation.  I felt my arms, resting against his back, and his arms about
my waist.  Our chests touched, his firm body sending warmth into mine.  And
our lips were together, for seconds or an eternity; I didn't know or care
which.

     Some time later, we broke apart, and I gasped, a little out of breath.
I leaned my head back, and stared into his face, into his deep green eyes.
"Wow," I said softly.  I looked at him, trying to read his expression.  His
eyes held a hint of something -- surprise?  Recognition?  More than anything,
he looked hungry for more, but there was a  hesitancy there as well.  I knew
that the same things must have been reflected in my face too.  I wondered if
I knew what I was getting myself into.  Something deep inside me stirred, and
I knew that I might not have as easy a time being casual about this as I had
originally thought.

     Then that moment was gone, the worries and fears fading as my hormones
kicked in again.  Don't think.  I overanalyze, always, which is why I have so
much trouble getting into relationships.  He must have reached the same
conclusion, for he gently caressed my cheeks and pulled me in for another
kiss before wrapping his arms around my neck.

     This kiss was longer and, if anything, more intense.  The hunger we were
both feeling had taken over and we pressed against each other as if trying to
merge our bodies into one.  His earlier hesitancy and tenderness had been
replaced by animal passion, and he aggressively crushed his lips against
mine.  I rose to the challenge, my mouth working as if to suck the life out
of him.  His mouth opened and he pulled my lower lip into his, sucking on it
gently, making me shiver.  He let me go, then gently probed at my lips with
his tongue.  My mouth opened, and his tongue penetrated me for the first
time.  Tongues battled; soon it was my tongue in his mouth.  He sucked on it,
pulling it in deeper for a moment, then releasing.  We dueled, each of us
moaning softly when the other hit a particularly sensitive spot in the
others' mouth.

     His hands had begun to slip lower, down my back; I didn't even notice
until I felt them caress my ass through my jeans, pulling me harder into his
embrace.  Dimly, I noticed that he was pitching a tent; I could feel it
pressing into my own.

     We were startled back into reality by the DJ, who interrupted the beat
and announced last call.  It was 1:45 already; the last forty five minutes
had been a blur.  The beat was louder now, and the dance floor packed.  I was
a little surprised that we hadn't been jostled more by the people dancing
near us, though I should have known that people give couples their own room.
I looked around, blushing, feeling like a total tramp.  A few people near us
cast furtive glances in our direction; they had been watching James and I
make out.  One even grinned and gave me a thumbs up; it wasn't anyone I knew,
and I blushed even more furiously.  The dance floor was dotted with a few
other couples doing what we had been doing, though in most cases the hands
were roaming much more freely; by comparison, James had been a perfect
gentleman.  I moaned at the thought... oh, so perfect.

     I looked back at James, who was watching my face and looking a little
concerned.  "Are you okay?" he yelled over the beat.  I didn't trust myself
to speak, so only nodded.  I squeezed his hand reassuringly.

     I composed myself and then leaned back into his embrace.  I spoke into
his ear.  "Let's go the bar.  I need some water, and we should talk."  He
nodded and followed me off the dance floor, our hands clasped together
lightly.

     We made our way over to the bar and Sue-Li, my favorite bartender, got
us both a cup of ice water.  I was still a bit out of breath from the amazing
feelings that had been passing through me tonight, both physical and
emotional.  I downed the water in one long gulp.  James did the same, looking
a bit nervous.  I rubbed his back with my right hand, making gentle circles.
It was quieter by the bar, so I could speak at normal volume.

     "Are... are you okay?  With all this?"

     He nodded, and he smiled, relaxing when he realized that I was okay with
it, and more concerned about him than anything else.  "Very okay," he said in
his deep rumble.  I relaxed as well, then.

     "Would..."  I blushed, then cleared my throat.  "Would you like to go
back to my place?"

     He blushed too.  "I'd love to," he said, clasping my hand and leaning
forward for a quick kiss.  I smiled, and he continued, hesitating a bit.
"But... I've never done any of this before, and I don't want to go too far."

     I breathed a sigh of relief.  Setting boundaries was important.  "I
don't have much experience myself, and I would never go too far on the first
night I met someone."  I admit, I have a fairly loose definition of 'too
far,' but I could tell we would have to move slowly, and that was fine with
me.  "Nothing either of us is uncomfortable with."  As aroused as I was at
James' touch alone, I knew that I wouldn't need to go far at all to get my
relief, and judging from the look in his eyes -- the hunger was still there,
despite his hesitation -- I could tell that he wouldn't need much either.

     "Do you want to tell your friends?" I asked softly.  I could see them,
down at the other end of the bar; we would have to pass them to get to the
door anyway.

     He cast a quick glance down that way.  Josh and Joe were talking
quietly, glancing every few minutes over at us.  Joe nodded at us and smiled
when he saw us looking their way, and I suddenly noticed with surprise that
he was absentmindedly stroking Josh's hand with his own where they rested on
the bar counter.  Justin was standing by their side, staring down our way,
looking a little pissed.

     James looked back at me.  "I think they know," he chuckled.

     We pushed our way through the last minute drinking crowd.  As we passed
by the area where the others were, a hand darted out and grabbed my arm.  I
stopped, and turned to see Justin looking soberly at me.

     "If you hurt him, or break his heart, I'll find you and break _you_," he
said deadpan, and I could tell he was totally serious.  But then he grinned a
little.  "But La... James looks happier tonight than I've seen him in a long
time.  Make sure you keep it that way."

     I wasn't sure what to say.  James had paused a few feet away, too far to
hear what we were saying, but he had turned back to look at us.  He looked a
little worried.  I turned back to Justin.  "It's good that you're looking out
for each other," I said slowly, "but I think we both know what we're getting
into."  Did I, though?  I wish I was as confident as I sounded.  But no, I'm
overanalyzing again.  Live for the moment.  Seize the day.

     Justin nodded, and released me.  He turned back to Joe and Josh, who had
been watching the confrontation as well.  The two of them quickly turned to
each other, trying to pretend they hadn't been watching.  I sighed and ran a
hand through my hair.  Then, suddenly, arms wrapped around me from behind and
everything was okay again.

     "Is everything okay?" James asked, whispering huskily into my ear and
echoing my thoughts.

     "Yeah," I said softly as I settled into his embrace.  "It is."

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     The walk back to my apartment, about six blocks away, was uneventful.
We were in public, and neither of us was comfortable holding hands or
anything, but we walked close to one another.  The late August night was
chilly, foreshadowing a harsh winter.  The streets were nearly deserted,
except for a handful of other late night bar hoppers.

     We walked in silence, lost in our own thoughts, and then suddenly I
blurted out without thinking, "You want this, right?"

     He looked startled, and turned to me.  "Yes!" he said quickly.  "Tonight
has been... amazing.  I want to do this.  Do you?"

     I blushed, then took his hand gently in mine.  We were in a residential
district, and the street was dark.  "Yes, I do.  But... this isn't a
relationship or anything.  You'll be leaving, and I can't do long distance
relationships."

     "Right," he said curtly.  Was that a slight tremor in his voice?  I know
that there had been one in mine.  "No strings attached."  He winced then at
his own words, but I didn't notice in the darkness.

     "Right," I said.  "No strings."  His hand was cold, probably from nerves
as much as the weather.

     "Here we are," I said softly as we approached my house.  I opened the
front door into the hallway, and then unlocked the door to my apartment.
Flicking on a lamp, I apologized for the mess -- though, honestly, the place
was far cleaner than usual.  "Can I get you anything?" I asked.

     He closed the door behind him as he entered.  "Just you," he said
softly.  Our hesitation had vanished.  I looked into his eyes and knew that
everything would work out just fine.  We were two consenting adults; worries
were silly.  We both wanted this.  Oh, how I wanted this!

     I held both of his hands, and walked slowly backwards toward the bed, my
eyes never leaving his.  The backs of my legs bumped into the mattress and he
closed the remaining distance between us.  Again I was in his arms and he in
mine; his head tilted down for another tender kiss.  We fell back onto the
bed, my head hitting the pillow, and James on top of me.  I hardly noticed
that we had gone horizontal.

     Soon our kissing grew more passionate and intense.  Our hands explored
each other's backs with gentle caresses which became increasingly urgent.
Soon we resumed the battle of tongues begun in the club.  Our kissing
alternated in intensity, first becoming more rapid and with greater pressure,
then slowing and becoming more relaxed as we both wanted to prolong the
experience.  James lay beside me on the narrow bed, his body close to mine,
one leg hooked over mine so that his pelvis pressed against my upper thigh.
He ground his hips into mine, and I could feel his erection straining his
pants.

     My skin was on fire.  Our lips separated only briefly, for quick breaths
of air, before we dived back in for more kissing.  My hands brushed down his
sides, feeling his well muscled abs through his T-shirt.  I wanted more.  My
hands, acting of their own volition, untucked his shirt and moved underneath,
feeling his muscular chest.  I could feel his hands behind my back doing the
same, diving down into my jeans and sliding under my boxers, caressing the
upper part of my buttocks.  I broke off the kiss with a growl of frustration
and quickly helped him take off the shirt.  He returned the favor, and then
our lips were back together again, tongues probing and hands roaming.

     I could have remained like this all night... it was more action than I
had seen in quite a while... but James had other ideas.  One hand fumbled
with my belt while the other held me close as we continued making out.  I
broke off the kiss again to shed my jeans and he did the same.  Our lips met
again, desperate with need.  I rolled onto my back, him on top of me, bare
flesh against bare flesh.  His manhood filled his CK briefs, and was hard
against my own.

     Our lips separated and I made my way to his neck, kissing along his
jawbone and nuzzling the tender flesh below.  As I moved closer to his ear, I
murmured, "You're a wonderful kisser, you know."  My tongue darted out and
teased his earlobe, and he shuddered against me.  He let out a long, low
moan.  "You aren't so bad yourself," he groaned.

     My hands moved down his side.  I hesitated for a moment, then continued
toward his leg, caressing his thigh.  He showed no sign of disapproval... if
anything, he got more into it, growling, then planting a series of kisses
along my neck and shoulder.  His hands were inside my boxers, cupping my
buttocks as he pulled me against him.  My hand moved toward his inner thigh,
then slowly up it.  Finally, it reached its destination.  My hand massaged
his member through the boxers, gently stroking the shaft through the material
and then softly caressing his balls.  He shuddered again and moaned.  I
tongued his ear, something I knew from my own experience was enough to make
me go from flaccid to erect in moments.  James was already very erect indeed,
and the combination of my tongue and my hand on his cock sent him over the
edge.  With a great shout, his entire body spasmed, and suddenly my hand
could feel his sticky cum, which soaked the entire front of his breifs.
James clearly hadn't masturbated in some time, or he had an overactive set of
glands, for his load was quite impressive.  The sticky-sweet smell of semen
filled the air.  "Ugh... Keith..." he moaned as the last spasms shook his
body.

     I stopped my kisses and roving hands as he panted for breath.  He leaned
back, looked into my face.  "That was amazing," he said softly.  He had a
look of complete contentment on his face, and I smiled, pleased that I could
cause such bliss in another human being.  Then, something passed over his
face... a look of mischief... and he continued, "But I've left you high and
dry..."

     I almost protested that he didn't need to do anything if he didn't want
to.  In any case, he was quite wrong... I most certainly wasn't dry at that
point; the front of my boxers was sticky with my precum.  My erection had
softened slightly in the few minutes since his orgasm, but the glint in his
eye sent blood rushing back, out of my brain and into my other head.

     James dived in aggressively, planting kisses on my forehead, eyelids,
nose, cheeks, and chin, but avoiding my mouth.  I growled, moving my head,
trying to catch his lips with my own, but he would have none of that.  He
moved lower, then, planting a few kisses on my neck before moving to my
chest.  His tongue teased my left nipple as his right hand stroked my right
pectoral.  Most men don't have much sensation in their nipples, and I was no
exception... but when he began biting gently on it, I moaned with pleasure.
And he claimed to have little experience!

     He moved up again, then, kissing my neck.  Oh, god!  He found my own
little G-spot, the area right around the corotid artery, and I shivered.  His
hand crept downward, rubbing my stomach and my abs, and then sliding into the
front of my boxers.  His hand found my rock-hard member and stroked it slowly
as he licked and kissed my neck.  In only moments, I cried, "I'm going to..."
But it was too late for warning; I gasped as the orgasm hit me, certainly
stronger than anything I had felt before, even from masturbating.  I moaned
as it hit me in three waves, three pulses of pure pleasure as my seed shot
out onto my boxers, and James' hand.

     We lay there, side by side, panting.  It had never been so good with my
ex, the thought flashed across my mind.  I had the feeling that I was in
serious trouble...

     After we had both caught our breath, I turned to him and lost myself in
his eyes.  "Thank you," I said softly.  He seemed to know what I meant.  It
killed me to do it, but I had to ruin the moment.  "We should get cleaned
up... we've made a mess.  Would... would you like to stay here tonight?"  The
tension left my shoulders as he nodded agreement.

     I grabbed the first shower -- the shower was not nearly big enough for
two -- and when James went in for his, I replaced the sheets on the bed,
running downstairs to the basement quickly to throw them and our underwear
into the wash with a healthy dose of detergent.  We would have to sleep
bareskinned -- which I normally did anyway, though rarely _with_ someone --
but at least James would have clean clothing for tomorrow morning.

     James stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel; his chest still
glistened with a few drops of water that his toweling-off had missed.  I saw
his body from a distance for the first time.  He was breathtaking, his body
lightly muscled, his skin flawless... I forced myself to think of other
things, not wanting to get too aroused too quickly.  It was almost four in
the morning, and we needed sleep!

     James noticed that I was checking him out, and blushed furiously.  He
approached the bed and joined me under the covers, dropping the towel in the
process.  I had only a quick glimpse of his pubic hair and his half-hard
cock.  Now I was the one blushing.  "Thank you," I said again, softly.  He
looked into my eyes and brushed my cheek with his hand.

     "Thank you," he replied.  He kissed me lightly on the forehead, and then
rolled over, his back to me.  His arm reached back behind him, and grabbed
mine, putting it into position about his side, giving me permission to hold
him.  I caressed him gently, pleased to have him in my arms, and I listened
as his breath slowed and sleep stole over him.  The night had been amazing,
completely unforgettable.  I had no regrets, though perhaps I would think
differently in the morning.  I looked at the back of his neck, his damp
blonde hair.  No... there would be no regrets.  My breathing slowed as well,
and dreams overtook me.

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There it is.  Email me at kevin9y9@yahoo.com if you liked it... I love
getting email, and without feedback I have no idea if anyone is even reading
this silly thing.  I'll be returning to little things like plot in the next
chapter, no worries.

Oh, and a secondary disclaimer... while the sex acts described above are
probably pretty low-risk in terms of HIV, you can get other things if you
aren't careful.  Mono is one of them, so be careful who you kiss!  It isn't
fun, as I learned to my dismay.  But fortunately the symptoms of mono go away
on their own in time.  :)  This story is not meant to endorse unsafe sex or
promiscuity... abstinence is the only safe sex.  Yada yada yada. :)