Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2000 22:20:34 +0000
From: Angel1313@att.net
Subject: Devotion Ch. 7

Devotion
Chapter Seven:
Dinner and a Movie

Disclaimer:First off, thanks to anyone who's reading this, and especially
to those who've been sending me feedback. I know the story's been going a
little slow, but, um bear with me. Please? Anyway, hopefully you've been
enjoying yourself. What? Oh, this was supposed to be a *disclaimer.*
Right. Sorry, forgot about that. Um, don't read this if you're a homophobe,
but then why are you in Nifty anyway? Uh...*NSYNC may or may not be
gay. Wow, if you're still here, you deserve some sort of medal! Love ya!
-Angel1313 ^_^

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Chapter Seven:
Dinner and a Movie

	"Food's here!" Lance announced, closing the door behind him.
	"Yay!" Justin exclaimed excitedly. "Ice cream!" He got up from his
spot on the floor in-between JC's legs.
	JC turned off the TV and pushed himself off of the couch, following
his younger bandmate to where Lance was standing. "Just remember that
you're sharing that," he sternly told the blonde.
	"Oh, I wouldn't forget that," Justin giggled. Then he realized what
he had said and he stuttered, "Um, be-because I know th-that you'd kill me
if I didn't."
	Lance snickered. Did they think that he didn't know? He'd just have
to help them decided to tell him about their relationship. "He wouldn't
kill you, Curly, and you know it. Why would you really not forget?"
	Justin turned red. "I-" he began, but he was cut off by his best
friend.
	"Would you leave Justin alone, Lance?" the brunette hissed, his
eyes narrow and glinting dangerously.
	Lance swallowed loudly. He hadn't been expecting that kind of a
reaction from the usually calm Joshua Chasez, but JC had been full of
surprises tonight. "Uh," Lance began, but this time it was Justin who
interrupted.
	"Yo, Scoop would you put down the tray so I can get my ice cream
before it melts?" the youngest member of *NSYNC requested calmly. However,
the rapid tapping of his foot gave away his impatience.
	Chuckling, Lance complied, muttering, "I'm going, I'm going."
	Justin rubbed his hands together and reached for the large ice
cream sundae that he had been craving. Before he could get to it, JC
intervened. "Don't you mean `*our* ice cream?'" He asked the teen.
	Justin smiled up at him happily. "Oh, yes. Our ice cream. That's
what I meant." He then took a swipe at the sundae JC was holding.
	JC laughed. "Justin," he scolded. "If you do that, then you'll get
it all over me!"
	"I'd still eat it," Justin protested.
	"I'm sure you would," Lance mumbled, but after his last comment of
that nature, he didn't share his opinion with the other two.
	"You would, wouldn't you?" JC asked the younger man, his question,
unlike Lance's, completely innocent.
	Justin smiled back. "You know it!" he replied, before grabbing JC's
arm and dragging him towards the couch. "C'mon, the movie's about to
start!"
	JC allowed himself to be lead to the couch. Lance followed,
bringing his grilled-cheese sandwich with him. Before sitting down on the
large armchair next to the couch JC and Justin were occupying, Lance
flipped the lights off.
	As the movie began, JC whispered loudly, "Damn! I forgot to get
another spoon." Moving to get up, the brunette was stopped by Justin's
hand, which grabbed the older man's arm.
	"Josh," he commanded. "Sit." JC complied, and Justin explained, "We
can just use the same spoon. You don't mind, do you?" he added quickly.
	JC smiled at him. "Not at all."
	Lance rolled his eyes. If these two were trying to hide their
relationship from him, they weren't doing a very good job of it.
	Casually placing an arm around Justin's shoulders, JC handed the
younger man their spoon. With his other hand, he held the yet-to-be-touched
sundae.
	Justin cuddled up closer to his friend before taking a small scoop
of the ice cream. "You want the first bite, Josh?" he asked somewhat shyly.
	JC smiled down at him. "Naw, you can have it," he offered.
	"Thanks!" Justin exclaimed before gobbling down the small bite.
	"You're so cute, Just," JC whispered, leaning in to kiss Justin
gently on the cheek. Justin blushed deeply.
	"Would you two keep it down?" Lance requested from the other side
of the couch. His legs were dangling over the arm of the plush chair he was
sitting in.
	"Sorry," JC and Justin whispered back in unison. They turned to
each other and giggled.
	"Shh!!!"
	"Sorry," Justin repeated before turning back to JC. "Your turn," he
told the older man, lifting a bite to his lips.
	Closing his mouth around the spoon, JC murmured, "Mmm."
	Justin began to blush again. He couldn't believe that he had just
fed JC some ice cream. The nineteen year-old couldn't help himself; he
started to giggle giddily.
	"What?" JC asked, amusement dancing in his deep blue eyes.
	"I can't believe I'm feeding you, Josh," Justin explained, his
giggling still unconfined.
	"Would you two kindly *be quiet*?!" Lance snarled. He was trying to
watch the movie, after all. Not everyone had someone to cuddle with.
	"Maybe I should be the one with the spoon, Just," JC
suggested. "You keep getting us in trouble."
	"But I *like* feeding you!" the blonde protested. Realizing what he
had just said, Justin quickly averted his eyes from JC's.
	"I like it too," JC admitted, his voice soft and tender.
	Justin shyly turned back to him, the spoon raised. JC accepted the
ice cream without a word. They continued to share the sundae, until it was
gone, staring into each other's eyes the entire time.
	JC set down the now-empty glass on the coffee table in front of the
couch he and Justin were sharing just as Lance turned on the lights.
	"So," the Mississippian drawled, turning to his bandmates. "What'd
you guys think of the movie?"
	"Umm," Justin stalled, trying to remember something other than JC's
glowing blue eyes.
	"It was all right," JC commented, also trying to think of a point
during the film when he wasn't gazing at his friend.
	"The ice cream was good," Justin added weakly.
	Lance laughed. /Those two didn't see a minute of the movie, did
they?/ he thought to himself, shaking his head at the two
lovebirds. "Well," he said aloud, deciding to drop the subject. "It's
eight-fifteen now, so we've still got about forty-five minutes until we
have to meet Joey and Chris. Feel like doing anything?"
	"I've got to get cleaned up," JC informed the others, standing up
to stretch.
	Shivering from the sudden lack of warmth, Justin wrapped his arms
around himself and added, "Yeah; I gotta find something to wear and I need
to fix my hair."
	"Hey, that rhymed," JC noted.
	"That's what I was going for," Justin joked back.
	"You guys are like two peas in a pod," Lance laughed. The two men
he addressed just looked at him strangely before laughing at the
southerner. "What?" he asked cluelessly.
	"You sound like my mom, Scoop," Justin explained.
	"Shut-up," Lance smiled back. Then he turned and made his way to
the door. "Well, I'll leave you to get ready. Meet in my room at quarter
to, okay?"
	The two other members of *NSYNC nodded their agreement.
	Just before he closed the door behind him, Lance turned around to
face his friends, adding, "Oh, and we don't have much time, so if you're
going to rinse off, it'd be better if you just took one shower
together. See ya." With that, Lance quickly exited the room, shutting the
door behind him.
	JC and Justin just stood in silence, staring at the door. Finally
JC moved, picking up the sundae glass and bringing it into the kitchen. As
he set it gently down in the sink, JC addressed his closest friend, who had
sat back down on the couch.
	"If you want to take a shower, go ahead. I know we can both be
quick; if you don't want to go first, I promise I'll only be five minutes,"
he offered.
	"No, it's fine, take all the time you want. I don't have enough
time to dry my hair, anyway," Justin explained, not looking at the older
man.
	JC sighed and walked over to take a seat next to the blonde on the
couch. "Just," he spoke softly, taking the younger man's hand in his
own. "Look, I'm really sorry about what Lance said. I can see that it
clearly made you uncomfortable. He's been doing it all night, and I've been
trying to stop him, but he just doesn't seem to get it. I'm sorry. I'll
have a talk with him later." Kissing Justin's hand tenderly, JC apologized
one last time before heading into the bathroom.
	Justin sat listening to the shower run for some time after JC left
him. Thinking of how clearly JC didn't want to even consider the two of
them together, the nineteen year-old took a deep, shuddering breath,
willing himself not to cry. Seeing as how JC was the openly gay one, Justin
didn't think that there could be another explanation as to why Lance's
comments were making the older man so uncomfortable. He had seen how the
brunette had tensed up when Lance had suggested that they share a
shower. Justin sighed sadly before getting up to search for something
decent to wear for the night to come, which promised to be cold and lonely.

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I hope you enjoied that! I know it was sort of short, but I needed them to
do something before going to the club.That's when the fun will really
begin! Feel free to write me with suggestions, comments, anything, at
Angel1313@worldnet.att.net Thanks for reading this!