Hello everyone. This is my first real attempt at any sort of fan fiction. I began writing this back in April of 2000, which explains Justin's dark curls, etc. This isn't a "jump right in the sack" type story, it'll build to that over time, so be patient. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Please send me feedback!
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This story is complete fiction, and is not meant to imply in any way the true sexual orientation of any of the members of 'N Sync (no matter how hopeful we may be).
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Now, without further adieu...
Encounter In The Sand
The short ride to the 'N
Sync house was spent in silence. As they pulled into the driveway, Justin smiled
and said, "Well, thanks for the ride and all."
Ricky nodded and smiled. "It was
no problem at all." He reached into his glove compartment and pulled out
a business card. "Here," he said, "take my card. If you guys
want someone to show you around town, look no further. My home, work, cell and
pager numbers are on there."
"Thanks," Justin replied, taking
the card, "I'll talk to the guys." He slipped the card into his pocket
and got out of Ricky's Jeep. "Thanks again," he said, extending his
hand to shake Ricky's.
"You're welcome," Ricky replied. As Ricky accepted his hand, it was like electricity passing through both of them, though neither one acknowledged it at the time. Both knew though, that they'd like to get to know one another much better. With that, Justin closed the door, and disappeared into the house. A moment later, Ricky drove away.
And now, the continuation:
A few days
later, after spending most of the day at work, Ricky arrived home, pulling into
the garage and going into the house. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed
that the answering machine was blinking, indicating that he had messages. He
tapped the play button and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water
as his messages played. "Ricky," his mother's voice came from the
machine, "it's mom..."
"No... really?" Ricky said,
rolling his eyes.
"...I haven't heard from you
lately," the message continued, "I was just calling to make sure that
you were still alive, since you don't have the courtesy to call your mother
once in a while." The typical motherly guilt trip lasted for nearly the
entire two minutes allowed by the answering machine. When it ended, Ricky shook
his head. "Note to self," he said, "Call mom."
"Hey Ricky," the next message
began as he took a drink of water, "it's Justin..." Ricky choked on
his water, sputtering it all over the place.
"...I decided to give you a
call," Justin continued, "I talked with the guys and they thought
it was great that someone wanted to show us around. You can call me at..."
Everything had blurred as soon as the message started. Ricky couldn't believe
that Justin had actually called him back. When he came to his senses, he picked
up the portable phone and dialed the number Justin had left.
Ring... Ring... Ring... No answer.
Damn. Just as Ricky reached for the power button to shut the phone off, someone
picked up on the other end. "Justin?" Ricky inquired and then smiled.
"Hey... It's Ricky. Yeah, I got your message." He paused for a minute
while Justin expressed how glad he was that Ricky had called him back. "Yeah...
I was glad to hear from you as well. So, you guys want to hit the town tomorrow
night?" Ricky was all smiles as they chatted. "Hey... Have you guys
eaten yet this evening? You haven't? Would you like to come over and I'll make
dinner? Yes, I can cook. That's how I came into the restaurant business. I didn't
spend two years at culinary school for nothing. Cool. See you guys soon."
With that, Ricky hung up the phone.
Tossing the phone on the counter,
Ricky ran around the kitchen, pulling things out of the refrigerator and cupboards.
He set about chopping vegetables and such. About an hour later, all the prep
work for the meal was done. Leaving the pasta sauce to simmer, he went to set
Moments later, as he was finishing
setting the table, the unmistakable sound of the doorbell filled the house.
The doorbell was so unmistakable because it was programmed to play random snippets
of hit music. Ironically, this time it played a little of "It's Gonna Be
Chuckling, Ricky opened the door.
The five young men standing on the opposite side of the door were grinning at
the doorbell as the door opened. Justin was laughing. "WHAT was that?"
Ricky blushed. "I swear,"
he said with red cheeks, "I didn't plan that. My doorbell plays random
music. It was merely coincidence that it played that song." They guys just
stood there, trying to keep from laughing at his embarrassing moment.
"Please," Ricky said, motioning
them in after the normal color returned to his face, "come in." The
five made their way in and Justin spoke up. "Guys, this is Ricky... Ricky,
these are the guys."
Ricky smiled, shaking each of their
hands. "It's nice to meet you all." Shutting the door, he turned to
them again. "So... who's hungry?" he asked, glancing around at them.
Justin started laughing, and soon
the rest of the guys joined him. Ricky just looked at them, confused. "That's
a silly question to ask us," Justin explained. "We're ALWAYS hungry."
"Oh," Ricky replied, grinning.
"I cooked enough for an army. I hope that's enough."
"How big of an army?" Joey
"Just follow me, smartass,"
Ricky teased back, rolling his eyes. He led them into the dining room. "Have
a seat," he said, "I'll be right back with dinner." Everyone
seated themselves as he disappeared into the kitchen.
"He seems really nice,"
Chris said, after Ricky had left the room. "Yeah," JC, Joey and Lance
said in unison. Justin remained quiet, staring at the door that Ricky had walked
JC grinned, nudging Chris in the
arm, pointing at Justin. "Look at Curly," he said, "Looks like
he's a million miles away." "Nah," Chris replied, pointing toward
the kitchen, "Just twenty feet."
Lance reached over and nudged Justin.
Justin blinked, blushing as he glanced around at all eyes on him. "Sorry,"
he said sheepishly. JC just grinned across the table at him. "He is kind
Justin nodded. "I don't know
what it is. There's just something about him."
Just then, Ricky emerged from the
kitchen, a large serving tray in his arms. The tray carried several dishes with
different foods. Balancing the tray with one hand, he reached over and grabbed
the stand for the tray, setting it up near the head of the table and putting
the tray down on it.
Five pairs of eyes gawked at the
tray of food. "You weren't kidding, were you," Joey remarked, "when
you said you'd cooked enough for an army." Ricky chuckled and replied,
"Hey Ricky?" JC asked,
eying the platters of food. "What is it with cooks and putting greenery
on our food?" he inquired, pointing to a few parsley sprigs in the center
of the chicken fettucini.
Ricky laughed. "At culinary
school," he explained, "we were taught that presentation is everything.
It's just habit now to do it."
Joey interrupted from the other end
of the table. "Are we going to eat, or talk about how well the parsley
sets off the dish?"
"Good things come to those who
wait, my friend," Ricky said, grinning as he sat down. He passed the food
around and soon everyone had salad, chicken fettucini, grilled vegetables and
fresh bread. Everyone dug in, and the duration of the meal was spent in silence.
A while later, Lance pushed his plate
away and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hand across his stomach. "That
was amazing. Would you consider going on tour with us?" he asked, grinning.
"We could really use someone who cooks like this. Take out food gets so
tiresome, and when we do have catering, it's usually fancy stuff that none of
us really likes anyway." "Sorry man," Ricky replied, chuckling
at him, "I've got a job. Besides, I like being the boss."
Glancing at his watch, JC spoke up.
"Guys, it's 10:30, we should be going."
"Wow," Ricky said, "I
didn't realize it was that late. I guess I'll clean this up in the morning before
Justin looked up at Ricky. "I
can stay behind and help you out, if you wouldn't mind giving me a ride home
afterward," he said. "I wouldn't mind," Ricky replied, "But
it really isn't necessary. I can do it."
"It's not a problem, really,"
Justin assured him.
Ricky nodded. "Alright then."
JC grinned at Justin and then turned
to the rest of the guys as he stood up from the table. "Let's get going."
Turning to Ricky, he smiled. "Thanks for dinner, Ricky, it was great. We
look forward to tomorrow night."
Ricky smiled back at him. "You're
welcome, and I'm looking forward to it as well. You guys are always welcome
in my house. Any time you want to come over and use the pool, hot tub, whatever,
just give me a call. I'd welcome the company."
Joey's eyes lit up. "You have
a pool? Way cool! Tweedledum and Tweedledee here," he said, motioning to
Lance and JC, "couldn't pick a place with a pool." Ricky just chuckled
at him as Lance and JC shot him a look.
"Well guys, let's go,"
JC said, seeming to hurry them out. Not that Ricky minded that he and Justin
were going to be alone, mind you. Lance, Joey, and Chris nodded and followed,
waving to Ricky as they left.
Ricky glanced at Justin as he shut
the door and smiled. "Let's get the table cleaned up." Justin nodded
and followed him back into the dining room, where they set about cleaning the
dishes and such off of the table. Soon, they were in the kitchen, putting things
"I really appreciate your help,"
Ricky said as he was bent over, loading the dishwasher. "It's nothing,"
Justin replied, carrying the last of the dishes to the dishwasher. Just then,
Ricky stood up and turned, running into Justin, the dishes falling to the floor.
"I... I'm so sorry," Justin said, looking down at the floor, then
back up at Ricky.
"It's alright, don't worry about
it. But we've got to stop running into each... other..." Ricky paused,
looking into Justin's eyes. It was like some magnetic force was pulling them
together. Before they knew what was happening, their lips were touching; pressed
together in a deep kiss. Neither one of them really knew what to do. A moment
later, they broke apart, both quiet, not knowing what to say or do.
"Justin," Ricky finally
spoke up, "I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me. I just..."
Justin put his finger to Ricky's lips, interrupting him. "I've wanted to
do that since I first ran into you the other day," Justin said, "But
being in the public eye, I can't take chances like that. Something told me that
I could trust you, though."
Ricky looked at him puzzled. "You...
"Gay?" Justin finished for him, "Yes, I am."
To Be Continued....