Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 16:37:18 -0800
From: Scott Lockhart <scottiescot@hotmail.com>
Subject: my girlfriend made me do it-chapter 9

Please don't make any irrational assumptions before you read this: I have
never met N'Sync, and nothing in this story is intended to make you think
any thing different about their personalities, orientations, etc. If you
really want to know, meet them yourself. Also, this story isn't intended for
audiences under 18
or with moral objections to relationships, gay, straight, or whatever.

Well, my scolding seems to have paid off, I greatly appreciate all the
feedback. I thought maybe people were getting tired of my story, and I
didn't want to have to keep writing for ten people. Anyway...

I have actually been doing some research on this. After all the crap I had
to research the last few weeks (tax deficits, the Olympics, and our schools'
student government policies), I thought that I would never want to use that
term again, but I kind of figured that sooner or later I would have to get
some more information on who I am writing about. Aside from their names, and
a very vague idea of their style of music, I had no clue about this group,
and frankly, I didn't really care. However, for this next chapter to make
any sense, I had to find the band's newest hit song and guess that they
would sing it during a Spring Break Special (I have never watched a spring
break special either, so I don't know if they have live performances, and I
couldn't find out because the mtv website is total crap, btw. I'll assume it
does, I mean why wouldn't it? I remember watching something that featured a
lot of coeds on a beach, a few years ago, but if anyone has any idea how it
really works, I'll be very grateful.
	For the song, I watched TRL for a few hours, waiting for something. Maybe
they aren't as popular as they used to be. I don't know. I couldn't find
anything, so I turned on the radio to this crappy pop, top 40 whatever
station my friend used to listen to, and I forced myself to listen to that
one song they sing, but they won't mention the damn name. Is it "Would you
be my girlfriend", or "My Girlfriend", or what?
	I also researched backgrounds for the last chapter, as you can probably
tell with my intro to Lance, so I now know more about N'sync than I ever
wanted to know. I still hate their music, but the group dynamic and setting
is perfect for my story, so I'm going to keep it up.

Sorry about the long intro, but this is just to warn you if you are going to
write me and say: they don't have performances during that time, or, they
wouldn't be rehearsing like that, or, they sang this song, not that one, or
they weren't playing this year. I don't care anymore: pretend they do.

Also, that under 18 warning really counts for this chapter, 'cuz I included
my first ever sex scene. I better be getting some feedback now, you
horndogs...scottiescot@hotmail.com

	"Don't tell me. Toys R Us," I answered him with a yawn. I checked my watch
again, seeing that it was nearly five o clock.
	"We're going clubbing, baby!" answered Joey, who was rapidly pulling off
his hat and ripping Lance's glasses off of him.
	"Ohhh!" I groaned. I had serious problems if that was how we would spend
the rest of the day. Number one: I hate to dance. I don't like dance music,
and I don't like being in crowded rooms where you can't hear anything.
Number 2: I was physically exhausted. I had jet lag from my three-hour
flight this morning, and walking around Disneyland all day tired me out. I
could still go, because I've played a full nine innings before on two hours
of sleep, but I really just wanted to go to sleep.
	"Oh yeah," said Chris. "The party is in da house!"
	We were all too tired to laugh at him that much, and Josh just started up
the car and we took off, the guys shedding their disguises. As we exited the
parking lot, one of the security guards that had followed us around all day
was waiting outside the gate, and he knocked on Josh's window.
	"Mr. Chasez, Mr. Ferguson and I will be right behind you on your way back.
If anything happens..."
	"I know, I know. Don't worry," interrupted Josh, waving the man away. Then
we pulled back onto the freeway and headed back to LA, I assumed.
	"Dude, I don't really feel like clubbing tonight," I said.
	"What do you mean?!? You have to come with us!" said Chris.
	"Why? I hate to dance, 'specially with someone I don't know" I said,
turning around to look at them.
	"Because you're gonna be our meal ticket," said Chris, before Joey jabbed
him in the side, with a look of "Shut the fuck up" on his face.
	"What?!?" I looked from one to the other. What on earth was a meal ticket?
"I'm your what?"
	Lance turned to me. "They were going to use your good looks to hook up
tonight," he said, while fiddling with his camera.
	"Lance, shut up!" Joey and Chris said at the same time.
	"Good looks? What the hell are you talking about?"
	"Joey said that you're the type that girls go for at clubs," said Chris,
earning himself another jab in the ribs, while everyone else laughed,
including me.
	"But I don't go to clubs. I don't even think I'm old enough," I said.
	"How old are you?" asked Justin suddenly. It was the first question he had
ever asked me. He hadn't even spoken to me all day except for his "apology"
this morning.
	Everyone stopped laughing and looked at him. I was shocked, but I managed
to stammer that I was nineteen.
	"Well, too bad, pretty boy. You'll just have to stay home..." he said with
a grin, turning back to face forward.
	Joey, Chris, and Josh, however, ignored Justin, and began talking excitedly
about the dance club, while I patiently listened. Lance noticed my complete
ignorance and gave me a small, knowing smile. He seemed quiet and reserved,
like me, and if the similarities continued, he probably wasn't real big on
clubs either, but look who I was talking about. He danced and sang for a
living, why wouldn't he want to go to a club?
	However, I have never even been to one. Jen hated dancing, and the only
other opportunity I would have had to go to one would be before I went out
with her, when I was in high school. I think there were a few underage club
things somewhere downtown, and there was one in Bellingham I heard, but
school dances had been enough dance music that I could handle. But if I
wanted to be with Josh, I guess I would have to get used to the fact that he
was a musician, and wanted to do stuff like this. Oh well, it couldn't be
any worse than when Jen had dragged me to that god-awful particle physics
lecture, and I had had to drink a six pack of Pepsi to stay awake.
	After they had decided which club they were going to, they agreed to go
back to the condo to get changed, and be ready to leave by eight. I hoped
that there would be food or a restaurant or something, because I was
starving. Lance expressed what I was thinking, saying he wanted to get
something to eat too, so we agreed to either grab something on the way, or
whatever. I doubted they would take the minivan, so they were probably all
going to take their own cars. To my surprise, they split up again, Lance and
Chris deciding to go together, and Joey saying he would tag along with me
and Josh. Justin opted for a solo ride, which wasn't surprising.
	 The ride home was much quieter than the ride there, and Joey and Chris
kept whispering things about me behind my back. I was too tired to care.
Another odd thing I noticed, Justin kept turning around and looking at me.
He wasn't glaring like he was before, but he was looking apprehensive, like
I was supposed to have done something.
	I didn't know what, so I decided to ignore him too, and instead stared out
the window at the setting sun. The others had a conversation going that I
wasn't listening to. As it was, I was going to fall asleep unless I got some
caffeine, but since we hadn't gotten anything to eat or drink since lunch, I
guess I would have to wait.
	Sometime around seven, we pulled back into the parking lot of Josh's condo,
and I had fallen asleep on Lance's shoulder. He shook me awake. By the look
on Josh's face, he didn't like it too much, but I was too tired to care, and
it was only seven o'clock. He guided me back across the dark courtyard, and
I think I remember hearing him tell the other guys to meet him in half an
hour to change. They all scattered I guess.
	I followed Josh into his house, and followed him upstairs, where he had set
my bags. He opened a door, and I was astounded: this could not be a guest
room. King size bed, everything black, and oak furniture, and a huge window.
This was about three times the size of my dorm room, which I had to share
with Rye.
	Josh flicked on lights, and they weren't harsh blinding lights, like in my
dorm room, but soft, like he was barely lighting the room at all. He briskly
walked over to a door, and opened it. The room behind it was all white, so I
assumed it was a bathroom.
	"Josh, dude, can you get me a Coke or something? I'm gonna fall asleep
here," I said, slumping against the wall.
	"Sure, hold on a sec," he said, and left.
	With him gone, I quickly walked over to the closet and yanked open the
door.

Oh.

Well, I guess I was wrong. I had thought that maybe Josh had set me up in
his own bedroom, considering the size of this place, which I thought was a
little too presumptuous of him. I definitely wasn't ready to sleep with him
yet. But I was wrong. The closet was empty, except for my sports bag on the
ground and some bare hangers. I pulled out my bag and shut the door, cursing
myself for thinking Josh would try something.

	I opened the bag, thinking vaguely of what I would wear. Despite what
Justin had said, I doubted that I would be refused entrance to wherever we
were going. I looked like I could pass for over twenty-one, at least in
size. Unfortunately, I have a young looking face and these stupid big blue
eyes that make me look like I'm three, but if it was dark, I could get away
with it. Besides, I turned twenty in three months anyway.

Josh reappeared about five seconds later, just as I was taking off my shirt.

	"Woo-hoo, a strip show. How much do I owe ya, handsome?" he said, grabbing
my waist and making me turn around so he could look at me.
	I laughed. "Josh, stop it. Now gimme my Coke."
	"Sorry, all I had was Sierra Mist. And wine coolers," he said, handing me a
glass of fizzy clear liquid.
	I took the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
	"How the fuck can you do that?" he said, taking the empty glass away from
me.
	"Do what?" I said, as I reached over and selected a new shirt.
	"Drink so fast."
	"I dunno, " I answered. I grabbed a blue Abercrombie T-shirt and tried to
pull it on, but Josh stopped me, grabbing my arm with the shirt with one
hand, and the other grabbing me around my neck, pulling me down to his lips.
	Before I knew it, he had his tongue down my throat, and he was twisting it
around, tickling the back of my mouth. He was fast; his tongue was moving so
rapidly, my mind was a blur as to where his tongue was last, I think
somewhere around the inside of my cheek, no the back, no something. Fuck,
the boy practically swallowed me from the inside.
	I dropped the T-shirt and threw my arms around his shoulders, crushing his
chest to mine, but he kept shoving me backward with his hands on my bare
chest, pushing me, but still keeping his tongue moving like a blender in my
mouth until I felt the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed.
	I lost my balance and fell backward, and he fell on top of me, his tongue
making a wet slopping sound as it left my mouth and found my neck, gnawing
at it like he had earlier in front of the stairs. I sighed softly, closing
my eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted. My god, I needed this. I could
feel his need, the urgency in him, as he pressed me to the bed, and all I
could think of was how bad I wanted him.
	His weight pressed me into the mattress, and I could feel the heat and hard
poking of his cock into my thigh as he straddled one of my legs, his hands
roaming all over my body. Those hands were like magic: they massaged me and
sent rocket signals to my cock, as if he were rubbing me with electricity,
but pretty much staying at my chest, which he seemed to like. His palms kept
kneading my pecs and nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I
could hardly think as I felt his lips catch the side of my mouth again, his
tongue pushing through into my mouth, so that I could taste him again.
	He twisted my left nipple, and I gasped into his mouth. He twisted harder,
then pulled his tongue out but still keeping his lips firmly pressed against
mine, sucking me through them as he pressed me even harder into the bed. His
fingers crawled through the space between my pecs, tickling me, and he
twisted my nipple again, while his knee found its way between my legs and
pressed up against my crotch. I was extremely hard already, but the added
pressure of his knee drove me wild, as I grabbed his head with both hands
and pushed MY tongue into HIS mouth, trying my best to keep up with him. One
hand stayed on my nipple, lightly pulling and twisting, while the other fell
to massage my cock, now straining against the layers of my pants, which
suddenly were three sizes too small.
	Then he twisted my nipple and squeezed my cock at the same time, nearly
driving me insane. I mumbled, "Fuck!" into his mouth, but his tongue was in
the way, so it came out all muffled. His lips broke with mine and we both
breathed like winded runners, after nearly trying to smother each other with
our tongues. I stared deep into his eyes, drinking in the beautiful deep
blue with the flecks of gold, staring intently, trying to memorize the
glassy look that came over his eyes, that mixture of wanting and lust that I
knew matched my own.
	He squeezed my dick, then my nipple, again and again, blinding me with
pleasure, as his mouth found my neck, and he began kissing my collarbone
lightly. His tongue moved even further down, following his hand, which
stopped at my belt, as he dug his fingers underneath it, so that they
lightly brushed against my skin. He was giving me goose bumps as he began
licking all over my chest and stomach, licking all over my abs, one hand
fiddling with my belt, the other protectively gripping my dick like a vise,
as he kept squeezing. His tongue dived at my right nipple, the teeth pushing
it, his tongue surrounding it in spit. His left hand was practically
suffocating me as he pulled my belt tighter, in his efforts to get it off.
	I kept whispering his name, over and over again, my new mantra, as he
continued his oral assault on my right nipple, and his right hand moved up
to help his left hand with my pants. The extra hand made the difference,
because before I knew it, he had expertly undone my belt, and was already
sliding my jeans down my legs, his left hand returning to twist my other
nipple, until I practically shouted in ecstasy.
	A second later, he slid himself down my body, landing in front of the bed
on his knees, sliding coarsely against me as I felt the fabric of his
sweatshirt rub off the sweat that was beading my skin. He yanked down my
pants, revealing my hot, wet cock; ready and waiting in its white cotton
boxer brief prison. His tongue snaked it's way down my abs, stopping briefly
at my belly button, before I felt him lightly licking my dickhead through
the cotton, teasing me with flicks of his tongue, as I locked my eyes with
his, my smile a mile wide.
	"Oh, god, Josh, Josh, holy fucking...uh, uh, josh, josh, josh..." I
whispered.
My hands had been at my sides, cause after he had shifted down, I couldn't
keep squeezing his smooth tight ass, covered by the thin fabric of his track
pants, but now I ran them both through his hair, tangling them as I fought
for composure. If he kept teasing me, I was going to blow sky high.
	"Josh, fuck, Josh, Josh, uh, uh, Josh, josh, holy, josh, shit, josh," I
kept panting, every word his name as I felt his hands start rubbing my balls
through the briefs.
	His hands then roamed back up my body, rubbing in the sweat from my chest,
until he found my nipples again. I felt my dick twitch as he twisted one,
then the other, at the same time covering the head with just his lips,
lightly sucking on it through the cotton, like a piece of candy. My fingers
tightened in his hair, and my eyes shot open at the sensation, practically
sending me over the edge. He kept his eyes locked on me, and started licking
his way all around my cockhead, my boxer briefs molding itself to my wet
dick, so that I could practically see through it. His hands quickly left my
nipples, as my chest heaved with the heady atmosphere, and they fell to the
waistband of my briefs, lingering for a second before whipping them down,
leaving me totally in my birthday suit in front of Josh, who looked like he
had just found the biggest Popsicle on the hottest summer day.
	"Fuck, you just keep getting better looking, Austin," he giggled, as he
dove forward, swallowing the head of my dick with his gorgeous lips, his
tongue seemingly surrounding me as he licked the ridge underneath it.
	"Holy fuck, josh, you're gonna kill me!" I managed to moan as I felt my
dick slide a little down his throat, his tongue licking further down ahead
of his lips. He couldn't answer, obviously, but I heard him mumble something
anyway, and the vibrations against my prick were incredible.
	His lips slid another inch further, his mouth opening wider, as I felt the
tip touch the roof of his mouth, and nearly scrape against his teeth. I
winced, and he shifted, so that my dick was aimed at the back of his throat
instead of up, and he slid down another inch, sucking me, licking me, and
twisting my right nipple as I mumbled an incoherent combination of his name
and the word "fuck" a thousand times in succession.
	Then he suddenly slid back out of me, and I cried out. He had only been
about halfway down my shaft, his spit now glossing my dick shinier than
veneer. His lips twisted the tip of my cock, and he slid down extremely
quickly, taking it an inch even further than before, sliding it further down
his throat.
	I thought I was going to die: I was on pleasure overload. I was pretty
fucking close, but I concentrated as hard as I could to hold back, my mouth
still muttering his name, while he slid his lips slowly back up my shaft a
second time.
	"Josh, uh, uh, josh, god josh, good god, josh, you're gonna make me
explode, josh, shit, josh, josh..." I slurred.
	He bobbed down even further, much faster than he had pulled up, and I
shuddered at the intensity. My dick was now practically all the way down his
throat, and the look on his face was enough to know that he was enjoying
this as much as I was. He tightened his lips around my cock, sucking hard,
and I could feel his tongue tap against the ridge, where it was trapped from
performing any more dynamic motions, now that something else was in his
mouth, as my hands grasped his hair even harder, practically pushing him
back down.
	He then pulled up faster than he had the first time, then immediately slid
back down, taking in the final inch of dick, then up again, as I felt myself
ready to explode. His hands tweaked my nipples again, and I felt a surge of
intensity run down my body to the head of my cock, as I felt myself getting
close to the point of no return.
	He then moved his mouth up and down my shaft faster than ever, pistoning
rapidly down my cock so fast I could barely watch him. My shouts became
closer and closer together, louder, as I felt my whole body wrench, and I
felt myself shooting again and again into his mouth.
	I shot some ten times before I finally calmed down off my high, and he
pulled up my body again, locking his eyes with mine, and smiling like I had
never seen him before. I had about a second before I couldn't take it
anymore and met his lips with my tongue, forcing myself into him, swirling
all around his mouth, trying to shove my tongue as far as I could go.
	We came up for air again, and I panted forever, just taking in his
beautiful face and body, still covered by his Adidas sweatshirt and pants, a
bulge still very evident.
	I quickly grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt, and yanked it up, catching
his hands in the end, and exposing his body to the hot summer air. I reached
in and kissed him softly, his eyes still blocked by the sweatshirt, as I
slowly pulled it off and shoved my tongue in.
	But before I could go any further, I heard someone banging on the door
downstairs.
	"Fuck!" we said at the same time. We both looked at each other, both of us
wanting to return to what we were doing, but Joey sounding a little erratic
downstairs, as the pounding became extreme. How could he be ready already? I
wondered, then looked at my watch.
	"Holy shit, Josh it's already seven thirty!" I said. "We have to get
ready!!"
	"Calm down. Just go hop in the shower, and I'll stall Joey. Maybe I can
join you in a minute..." he said seductively, dropping his chin so that he
could give me that sexy, mischievous look of his.
	"Ok!" I said excitedly. He pulled his sweatshirt back on and backed out of
the room, keeping his eyes on me. I hadn't moved: I wanted to get every
glimpse of him I could before we had to pretend we were just friends again.
	After he closed the door behind him, I got up, but nearly tripped because
my pants were still bunched up around my ankles.
	I kicked them off, along with my shoes, and headed for the shower, grabbing
my toiletries bag and my beach towel. I was used to taking showers in
different places by now, being on the road with the team for two seasons.
But looking at Josh's bathroom was kind of homely, like I had been there
before, or something. I don't how to describe it: I just felt, comfortable
here, I guess, in the bathroom, of all places.
	The bathroom was nice, like everything else in Josh's house. It was
tastefully decorated, but not overdone, and the light bounced off the
porcelain countertops. The shower was huge, and could have fit three people
inside. It was all glass, the walls marble or imitation or something, but
with the brass fixtures and tilework, I felt like a king just using this
bathroom. It's so much different than the community bathrooms at the dorms,
or the bathrooms at my dad's house, which have no decoration whatsoever.
Well, come on, we're both guys, and no one is gonna use our bathroom 'cept
us.
	It took me a minute to figure out how to turn on the shower, because he had
this weird dial thing instead of two knobs, and it had a temperature gauge
on it, something I have never seen before.
	I was already naked, so I just walked in after setting all my stuff on a
little table near the tub.
	The shower felt great. I was really tense and exhausted from walking around
Disneyland. Lance and Joey had made me go through the Haunted Mansion with
them four times, as well as walking all over Tarzan's Treehouse, making
asses of ourselves. I had gladly left the maturity role to Lance as Joey and
I had staged an orangutan battle in front of a group of girl scouts.
	I always use Irish Spring, so the smell was comforting as I started to
lather myself up, my dick already hardening as I imagined Josh joining me in
a few minutes. But another thought came to me as I squirted shampoo into my
hand to wash my hair.
	Half an hour ago, I had been afraid of sleeping with Josh, making that
extra commitment, going all the way with him. I had never been with another
guy before, and I was afraid that I might not be able to please him, or that
it would be too weird. I had hoped that if I could avoid it, the problem
would go away, but as soon as Josh had kissed me, the electricity of the
moment blew the circuits in my mind, and I forgot about thinking about it,
and let my body and hormones take over.
	Was that fair to Josh? I had been giving him signals all day to stop
staring at me in case someone noticed, to keep up our front of a purely
platonic relationship, but I didn't really want that. I wanted to be able to
kiss him in public, and hold his hand, and stare into his gorgeous blue eyes
that I still couldn't get out of my mind. I wanted to be with him, and to
take care of him, and to be there for him. But I couldn't even touch him
when we weren't alone.
	I didn't have much longer to think it over before I heard him opening the
bathroom door, and I excitedly turned around, vigorously wiping the soap out
of my eyes as I tried desperately to get a glimpse of him through the fogged
up glass.
	He slowly opened the shower door, and poked his head in, eyes bright, and
that 400 watt smile captivating me.
	"What the hell are you waiting for?!? " I said. "Get your ass in here!"
	He stepped in slowly, but I grabbed his arm and yanked him in, his naked
body slamming against mine. I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him,
hard, pressing my lips against him. My hands roamed all over his back,
settling at his waist as I felt his arms come up around my shoulders.
	Josh, or quiver-tongue, as I'll probably call him, wasted no time in
invading my mouth with his tongue. We stood their kissing for a full five
minutes, as we gradually became more accustomed to each other. I probably
would never get used to his wild tongue, but I was getting better at
receiving him, so that I wouldn't be thrown against a wall anymore.
	After a while, Josh pulled away.
	"I really like this, Austin, but we really have no time to spare," he said.
	"Let's make time," I said, moving in again for another liplock, but he held
his hand to my lips.
	"After the club, baby, ok? Because Joey is already mad that we aren't ready
yet." He stepped backward, and grabbed my soap, and began working the
washcloth.
	He had called me baby. I don't know if I liked that. It's what I called
girls. I have always been 'sexy' or 'honey' or 'Aussie'. Never baby. But
then again, we were in a whole different kind of relationship, so I tried to
ignore it.
	I had to turn away from him just then, because the way he was rubbing
himself with the washcloth (purposely seductive, with a glint in his eye)
was getting me hard, so I just concentrated on finishing quickly.
	I got out first, obviously, because I had had a head start, and wrapped my
white beach towel around my waist as I walked over to the vanity to finish
getting ready. I slapped on some cologne quickly, and pulled out a flat comb
while Josh shut off the water behind me.
	I watched him in the reflection in the mirror, as he grabbed a robe off a
towel rack, and slipped it on, hiding his package, that I still hadn't had a
very good look at yet. He walked up behind me and started rubbing my
shoulders, while I grinned like an idiot. I picked up my watch from where I
had set it on the counter and slipped it back on, noting that it was already
ten til eight. We would be late no matter what time we got ready.
	As I combed my hair (it's so short, I shouldn't even bother, but I was
getting distracted), he rested his head on my shoulder with his arms
crossing over my chest. If I moved to grab my toothbrush, he would have to
move, and I wanted him to stay like that. I liked it. So I just kept
combing.
	"Are you going to stare at me the whole time I brush my hair?" I smiled,
sliding the comb through.
	"I can't help it. You're so hot," he said, squeezing my pecs as he pushed
up against me.
	I wish he would stop telling me that. It was nice, I guess, but I don't
take compliments very well. Chalk that up from a crappy childhood. My mother
had told me that thinking you are good at anything is selfish, especially
about how you look, so I have always believed that I am not good at
anything, and I am certainly not attractive. Don't get any ideas that she
had sat me down and offered me motherly advice; being called a selfish
little demon child a dozen times a day is sufficient for me to develop a
complete inferiority complex.
	Now Josh, on the other hand, was attractive. He had the rock star look, the
sexy eyes, easy smile, the wavy hair, everything. We both had dark brown
hair, but his was dyed light brown. We both had blue eyes, but mine were
lighter than his, sky blue, compared to his even blue tones. His also had
flecks of gold in them. When I looked at him, I saw confidence, and
reliability. I saw someone I could trust with my secrets, and who would be
there for me, instead of being someone I had to be there for. I also saw
someone happy to see me, and happy to make room and time for me. He didn't
have to set up an extra room at his place for me, I could have been ok in a
hotel. But that extra step just made me feel, I dunno, special somehow.
	I had to grab my toothbrush and finish getting ready, so we moved, and Josh
left to go get changed. I watched him until he left, checking out his hot,
tight ass in that terry cloth robe made we want to follow him, but I had to
get ready soon. I didn't want all the guys to be mad at me my first day in
L.A.
	I brushed my teeth and dried off in record time, then quickly threw on that
blue shirt I had wanted to wear earlier, with a pair of cargos and the only
other pair of shoes I own besides my cross trainers and my cleats, my black
suede ones. Then I headed downstairs. Josh was already down there, wearing
ripped jeans and a leather jacket. Joey was talking to him, and they both
looked up and gaped at me.
	"He's not even ready yet!" said Joey in disgust, sizing me up in about a
second. I stopped running downstairs and walked slowly the last half dozen,
looking to Josh for support.
	"Told you," said a voice from behind me, and I turned to find Justin coming
out of the kitchen, wearing some weird sparkly silver shirt and leather
pants again.
	"What do you mean, I am ready," I said, glancing at my watch again. It was
eight.
	"If you think you are going out like that, you're sadly mistaken," said
Justin, taking a sip from a wine cooler.
	Who was he to tell me what I could and couldn't do, was my first thought,
but a glance from Josh was enough to swallow my disfavor. I was already
comparing myself to them, and realizing that I couldn't be more preppy. But
I couldn't help it. I would never in a million years buy a sparkly shirt, or
ripped jeans. How many clothes did Josh own, anyway? I had only seen him
about a few days altogether, but he had new clothes on every hour, it
seemed.
	"You can't go out like that!" said Joey, looking at his phone for the time.
"This club is exclusive, and you have to be cutting edge! I can't believe
this!! Haven't you been to a club before?!?"
	I was a little surprised to hear him like this, but once again, Josh saved
me. If this kept up, I might not even have to speak, I noted.
	"Of course he hasn't, will you lay off? How is he gonna know?" said Josh
angrily. Justin snorted rudely, and I shot him a furious glare. He sneered
back. What a prick.
	Why was he even here, anyway? He had said he was going to go by himself.
"Go back upstairs and change, buddy boy, or we are leaving without you,"
said Joey, pointing back to my room. I sighed. He was sounding more and more
like my dad.
	"And if you come back down here in jeans or khakis, forget it." He added to
my back.
	Well shit. All I had packed was jeans and khakis and T-shirts, a coupla
sweaters and stuff. The only thing I had that wasn't jeans or cargos was a
pair of black basketball shorts that I had planned on sleeping in. I rooted
through my suitcase, hoping that by sheer luck I had packed something else,
and I found a pair of blue track pants at the bottom. Would that count? I
crossed my fingers and slipped out of my clothes.
	I pulled out my white UW sweatshirt and pulled it on with it, thinking that
all of my T-shirts would likely be rejected. I had packed light for this
trip, though, expecting to be able to spend most of my time getting a tan at
the beach. I slipped on my sandals.
	When I trooped downstairs, Joey glared daggers at me, and Justin laughed
out loud, while Josh gave me a sympathetic look.
	"I don't have anything that isn't jeans or khaki," I  said defensively.
	"You look like such a college student," said Joey. Well, I was a college
student, what did he want? "How about you borrow something of JC's," he
said.
	"JC and I aren't exactly the same size," I said. Not only was I taller than
him, I still out weighed him, especially in my upper body. I was kind of
more muscular than Josh, but I hated to admit it.
	"Just find something, I'm sure he'll have it," said Joey exasperatedly.
So, Josh followed me upstairs to help me not embarrass N'Sync.
	His room was across the hall from mine, which I found interesting. He
walked straight over to his closet and pulled open the double doors. Walk-in
of course, and loaded with crap. He spun around, looked me up and down, and
disappeared.
	I don't know how I felt about this side of Josh. He had more clothes than
girls do, and I never borrowed any clothes from any girl, are you kidding?
And what the hell would I wear? I would never be able to fit into any of the
clothes he wore, nor did I have any desire to. He could pull off leather, I
couldn't.
	About two seconds later, he comes back out carrying something shiny and
blue, and I shook my head, so he turned back around. Blue is not my best
color. It brings out my eyes, making me look retarded. I pulled off my
sweatshirt, and I wasn't wearing anything underneath it, so that when he
came back out again, he dropped what he was carrying, ogling me. I laughed a
little. He picked it up and handed me something baby blue. It was a sweater.
About three sizes too small.
	"Can I wear my black sweater?" I told him, holding out the kids' sweater
like it was a sheet of rat poison.
	"Sure, I guess. I'm trying to find a pair of pants to fit you. What's your
waist size?"
	"32," I answered as I walked back into my room. I quickly grabbed my black
sweater that is really tight and stretches across my chest, and I pulled it
on, then walked back to Josh's room. He dropped his jaw when he saw me.
	I grinned. "Well, whaddya think?" I said quietly.
	"Holy shit, you look great! That shirt shows all your muscles and
everything, you, you, look great!" he stammered, blushing.
	"Thanks," I answered. I hardly ever wear anything tight, because I feel
like I'm not wearing anything, but it looked like I would have to tonight,
based on what Josh, Joey and Justin had been wearing.
	"Here," he said, handing me a pair of gray pants. They looked khaki to me.
I stepped out of my track pants, watching Josh as he immediately turned to
stone, watching me intently, and I slowly pulled them on, one leg at a time,
taking my time, trying to be seductive, but really thinking about how stupid
I looked. I could never be a model or anything, because I just feel weird
being the center of attention. But if it was just one person, I was ok, and
I certainly had Josh's attention.
	"You're going slow on purpose aren't you!" he hissed after a minute.
	I laughed. "It's worth it for the look on your face, man!" I answered.
	I put on my suede shoes again, and Josh gave me one more lookover.
	"God you're hot," he said. I sighed softly as he turned away, so that he
wouldn't hear me.
	We went back downstairs to find a pacing Joey and a laid back, relaxed
Justin, who had finished his wine and was now drinking a beer, as he sat
against the back of Josh's couch.
	"Damn, dude!" said Joey as I came down. "Why didn't you wear that earlier?
We're going to have to bring a big stick to keep the girls off of you!" he
said. I frowned. I hoped that he wouldn't continue saying stuff like this;
it was embarrassing. I think maybe he thought I was still upset over Jen,
and he thought that by complimenting me at every turn would help me feel
better in order to get over her.
	Justin looked at me too, with a strange glazed look in his eyes that was
hard to place. He stopped mid-swig as he stared wide-eyed at me. I quickly
looked down to see if my fly was down or something. I looked fine, even if
the pants were kind of tight.
	"Well, let's go! Oh, Austin, it's ok if Justin goes with us, right?" Josh
added hastily. I glared at him. He had had plenty of time to tell me Justin
wanted to ride with us, and he had carefully waited until we were about to
leave to tell me. "Great," he said easily, grabbing his car keys and phone
from the door.
	I waited until everyone else had left before I went outside, so that I
could talk to Josh while he locked the door. We had a little argument, which
he won, so I joined Joey as we headed to the garage in the complex.
	Joey unlocked the garage door, and we walked in, and I nearly died at the
kick ass cars that were parked there. There were six spaces, but two of them
were empty. In the farthest space was parked a boring looking GT Land
Cruiser, but parked next to it was a sweet black Merc, leather interior,
excellent lines, gold rims, and even though I couldn't see the engine,
probably at least a V10 or V12. If that was Josh's, I picked the right boy:
that ride was tight! There was an empty space between it and the next one,
which was a green Jaguar convertible. It looked ok, but personally I think
jags are just looks. You gotta get under the hood to impress me.
	Next to the jag was a little red Porsche, always an awesome car, and to the
left of it, another Mercedes, this one a dark red convertible. The black one
was definitely the best, and I almost asked if I could look under the hood
before we left, but thought it would be too dumb.
	Unfortunately, Josh headed straight for the Jag. I was disappointed, but
not too much. It was still an awesome car, but I looked enviously back at
the Merc as we peeled out of the garage, Josh going way too fast. I spied
the license plate on the Merc, and it said LUVUBRT. At first I thought it
read 'love a brat', but figured it probably read 'love you Britney', meaning
it was Justin's car.
	Josh drove like me, too fast, but I didn't care: this was awesome! I got to
see the city in a Jag, and everyone was watching us. I love fast cars, and
since I finally got to sit shotgun, I got to talk to Josh on the way. With
Joey and Justin in the backseat, I couldn't really talk to him, and I didn't
have much time as it was, because he pulled into a restaurant in like five
minutes, and we all piled out.
	The sign read Rosarita's, and I remembered Josh telling me this morning
that he wanted to eat here, but he had said for lunch, and right now it was
almost eight thirty. Lance and Chris were waiting for us as we pulled in,
leaning against a sky blue Mustang GTS, both looking a little PO'd, as I saw
Chris check his watch.
	"Sorry, but someone here didn't pack anything to wear," said Joey, glancing
at me. We all cracked up at that.
	"Come on, let's go in, I'm starving already," said Chris, so everyone
followed him in, except me and Josh. We lagged behind, hoping to finish our
argument over Justin.
	"Is he going to be hanging around us all night, or will we have a minute to
ourselves," I hissed.
	"Just relax. Once he finds some slut for tonight he'll be out of our hair,"
he answered, prompting a furious glare from me. "Not slut, just some random
girl...ok that was even worse. You know what I mean," he grumbled.
	Considering they weren't in disguise, there was a big deal when they walked
in the door. We were seated immediately, while everyone around us stopped
eating and stared, whispering excitedly., Suddenly, their dinners became
much more interesting.
	Never having been to the restaurant before, I just followed Josh into a
secluded banquet room, where the hostess assured them that no one would
bother them while they were here. She didn't seemed excited to see them, and
was maybe even used to them coming here. Either way, I figured I could
expect excellent service.
	How did we sit? It was a circular table, and I decided to sit down last,
since I was the guest, so Chris sat down first, and Lance sat down next to
him. Josh left two spots on either side of him open, and Justin sat in one
of them. Joey sat next to Chris, leaving only one spot available: between
Josh and Lance.
Dinner was kind of boring. An elderly woman, presumably Rosarita herself,
came out halfway through the appetizers to kiss them all and welcome them
back, and assure them that she had the hottest chili ready for them to eat.
She reminded me of one of those grandmas on TV that are always cooking and
have tons of people over all the time, because she was so gregarious. After
asking who the hell I was (not like that, she was much more tactful), and
giving me a spur-of-the-moment appraisal (I was a good-looking mijito who
had meat on my bones) She ragged JC and Justin about being too skinny. Joey
and Chris seemed to love her, and I thought she was very friendly, but I
wasn't used to people being so full of life and hearty. She had the same
personality as Joey and Chris, you know that life is what you make it? I
wish I had had a grandma like that, but I don't remember ever even having a
grandparent at all.
	I ordered a sampler, because I don't eat Mexican very often, and everything
looked so good I wanted some of everything. Joey and Chris had big helpings
of chili, enchiladas, tomales, and stuffed jalapenos. Lance had something
small, I don't remember, but Justin and Josh ordered healthy stuff, chicken
tacos and frijoles without hot sauce.
	We talked about a lot of stuff, or rather, they talked about stuff, mostly
the MTV rehearsals and some business stuff that I didn't have any interest
in. They talked about how they felt about it, and the kind of work they
still needed to do, and some stuff about costumes and lighting I think. I
felt kind of left out, but Josh kept squeezing my leg under the table, so I
just ate instead.
	I was so hungry, I ate everything, and finished off Josh's plate, earning
myself high praise from Rosarita, who said I should be an example to these
skinny boys, when she came back later to wish "her N'Sync hijos good luck
with the show", and we got ready to leave for this club.
	It was about ten o'clock or so when we finally arrived at this warehouse
looking thing. There were a lot of people there, and as we were getting out
of the car, Josh explained to me how I would be able to get in, considering
I was underage.
	"Just follow our lead. Joey, Chris and Justin are going to go first, saying
that me, you and Lance are coming in a second. They're going to say you're
my brother, is that all right?" he whispered.
	I almost laughed at him. Josh and I don't look anything alike, but I nodded
in agreement anyway. If he knew what he was doing, who was I to say no?
	Everyone made a big deal at N'Sync, and I could see a few people asking for
autographs, girls who had immediately searched their purses for a pen. Josh
held me by my elbow for a minute until I gave him a look, and he let go.
	Unfortunately, before we could go anywhere, we had a problem.

Don't you just hate it when I end it like this??
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