This story is the sole property of its author and may not be copied in whole or in part without the permission of the author. The posting of this story on any web site must be with the author's prior knowledge and permission.
This story deals with the fictional relationship between the members of the musical groups *Nsync, Backstreet Boys (And who ever else shows up in the story.) and a male fan. The sexual orientation of the members of *Nsync or the Backstreet Boys are not known by the author and what is depicted in the story came from the imagination of the author.
If you are not 18 years old or it is illegal in your area to view such material please read something else.
"Justin, stop bouncing!" Lance shouted.
Justin stopped bouncing landing between Lance and Marc.
" Why are you here," Marc demanded.
"I'm here to get you two guys up," Justin said with a grin.
"Why?" Lance asked. "Today is a free day. We don't have to get up early."
"You do if we are going to get there early enough."
"Get where?" Marc asked as he laid back.
"We're in L.A. right. We can go to Disneyland," Justin bubbled happily.
Marc and Lance looked at each other and grinned. "Yeah," they both said.
"Then you agree Disneyland is a good idea?"
"Yeah, it is a good idea," Marc said. "Why don't you get everyone else up."
"I already have. You two were the last ones to get up."
"Why don't you go order breakfast while we get dressed," Lance suggested.
"Already did that," Justin stated not moving from the bed. Not saying anything Marc and Lance stared at Justin. "Oh, you guys want me to leave. Cause you two don't have anything on, do you?"
"You got it," Marc said giving Justin a push. "Get out of here so we can get dressed."
"Okay," Justin said as
he headed into the other room. "Just don't take all day."
Lance went into the bathroom to take his shower first, realizing that if they shared a shower they would probably miss breakfast. Marc laid out two outfits on the bed then entered the bathroom to brush his teeth. Marc bent down to spit out a mouth full of toothpaste, as he came back up he saw the reflection of Lance getting out of the shower.
"Your turn," Lance said as he started to dry himself.
Marc lightly brushed Lance's ass as he climbed into the shower. A small smile appeared on
Lance's face as he sighed, "You just can't keep your hands off of me. Can you?"
"That wasn't my hand," Marc said as he turned on the water.
"What was it then?"
Marc looked out at Lance and grinned, bobbing his eyebrows.
"No. Your ass," Marc chuckled as he started to lather his body.
Shaking his head Lance quickly brushed his teeth, then went to dress.
Marc entered the bedroom with a towel slung
low around his midriff. Lance looked up from his
"What are you doing?" Marc asked.
"Just checking my e-mail. I have one from Angel."
"Cool! I haven't talked to her since last week," Marc said as he dressed. "Does she say anything you can share?"
"Hmm, let's see," Lance said as he scanned the e-mail. "She just asks how thing are going. . . . Wants to know when would be a good time for a chat. . . . . Asks how things was going with our visitors. . . . How did she know about our visitors?"
"I dropped her a note a couple days ago. I mentioned meeting three of the five Backstreet Boys."
"Oh! Angel says to give you her love and to please check your mail."
Marc smiled, "I'll do that while you guys are working. I'm ready for breakfast, are you?"
"While I'm thinking about it let me answer Angel's e-mail," Lance said.
"Okay, just don't take too long," Marc said as he headed for the sitting room.
"Marc, is Joey out there yet?"
Scanning the living room Marc said, "No, not yet."
"When he gets here can you tell him I need to talk to him about something?"
"Sure," Marc said as he closed the bedroom door behind himself.
Justin and JC were in the sitting room waiting for the others to arrive. "Morning, guys,"
Marc greeted them.
"Morning, Marc," JC replied. "You ready to attack the land of the mouse?"
"Yeah," Marc said with a laugh. "I'm interested
to see how different this park is from the
"You've been to Disney World?" Justin asked.
Marc nodded. "Twice when I was in drum
corps. The world championships were held there.
"That's not enough time to see anything," Justin said.
"You're right. Just time to take in one or two rides and get something to eat."
"Well today we will be able see a lot more of the park," Justin stated.
The door to the suite opened as Chris and Joey entered. "Where's breakfast?" Chris asked.
"It's on its way," Justin answered.
"Good, I'm hungry," Chris said as he sat down.
Looking at the entering duo Marc said, "Joe, Lance needs to talk to you."
"Sure, where is he?"
"He's on the computer in the bedroom. Go ahead in."
There was a soft knock on the door as Joey came into the bedroom. Lance looked up from his laptop, "Hi, Joe, be right with you."
"K, take your time," Joey said as he sat on the end of the bed.
Lance completed his note to Angel then signed off.
Turning in his seat Lance looked into Joey's
questioning eyes. "How are you doing," Lance
Frowning Joey replied, "I'm fine. Why?"
"You know Marc tells me everything," Lance said waiting to see Joe's reaction.
Fear swept Joe's face. "He, he told you about. . ."
Lance nodded. "Yes. And what happened after."
Joe stood up in shock. "I, I didn't mean
to. I just wanted to know what it was like. God, Lance,
Lance moved in front of Joey as he pleaded for him to understand.
"Shit! I don't want to ruin our friendship."
Lance put a finger to Joe's lips silencing him. "You just wanted to know what it was like?"
Lance moved his hand behind Joe's head and pulled him toward him.
The breakfast carts arrived and everyone
dug into the food. Marc went to the bedroom door to
"Hi. Is breakfast ready?" Lance asked. Marc noticed Lance was a little flushed.
"Yeah, it just arrived. Where is Joey?"
"Oh, ah he will need a couple minutes."
"James, what are you up to?"
Lance sighed. "I thought Joe needed something to compare to."
"You didn't!" Marc whispered.
Grinning Lance nodded. "You are right, he is a good kisser."
"Ah, how far did you go?"
"There is no doubt about it. Our boy will have no problems if he and Howie get together," Lance said softly.
"How was he when you left him?"
"Kind of dazed and a little bit excited,"
Lance said as he brushed across the front of Marc's
Chuckling Marc shook his head. "Go get something to eat. I want to check on Joe."
Marc found the bedroom empty but heard water running from the bathroom. Joey came out of the bathroom and stopped short seeing Marc. "Ah, Marc."
"Joe, are you all right?"
"Yeah, why did you ask?"
"Joe, I'm sorry. I didn't know why Lance
wanted to talk to you. I didn't know he was going to
"Damn! You two really don't keep secrets from each other."
Grinning Marc said, "This kind of stuff
we agreed that we would let each other know what was
"So you both agreed that it was all right for both of you to kiss other guys?"
"In certain circumstance, yes."
"But I was the one that started this last night when I kissed you," Joey pointed out.
"Did I not return your kiss?"
"Joe, Lance and I understand that you are having a hard time understanding your feelings toward Howie. We just wanted to let you know we will support you on whatever you decide to do."
"Ah, this is just between the three of us, right?"
"Joe, you don't have to worry about Lance
or I outing you. Right now you are just exploring
"Thanks, Marc. I appreciate you keeping this to yourself."
"Just remember, Joe. If you need to talk Lance and I are here for ya."
A light breakfast was called for; everyone remembered where they were headed and the kind of rides they wanted to go on. As everyone was finishing their breakfast there was a knock at the door. Chris answered it, "Hey, Steve. Have you had breakfast?"
"I already ate. Security and transport are ready when you guys are."
"You coming along?" Marc asked.
"Justin called me last night about today."
"You started setting this up last night?" Marc asked Justin.
"Yeah, Brit gave me the idea when we talked
last night. I talked to Josh about it then we talked
"All this happened last night?" Marc asked. "Why didn't you let us know about it?"
"We figured you two wouldn't want to be
bothered last night," Justin replied. "I saw room
Marc and Lance looked at each other and smiled. "Thanks for not disturbing us. We did have a quiet evening."
"That's not what I heard," Chris snorted.
A blush quickly rose on Lance and Marc.
"You two are never quiet when you're making out," Chris added as a final jab.
"Chris, stop picking on them," Joe said. "They are not loud all the time."
"You're right. There are those long periods
of time when you hear nothing out of either
Clearing his throat Marc said, "That's something you will never know. Is everyone ready to go?"
Everyone grinned at Marc's attempt to change
the subject and save Lance and himself from
Making their way to a private entrance
of the hotel they found two Disneyland courtesy vans
Looking at Steve, Marc noted, "I guess our asses aren't worth protecting."
"These guys pays the bills," one of the guards said. "You two don't."
"Well! If that's how it is," Marc said. "We'll just have to guard each other." Taking Steve's arm
Marc pulled him into the back van and sat down.
Lance gave Marc a strange look when he climbed into the van.
"Today Steve is my date and it looks like Lonnie is yours," Marc said with a grin.
The courtesy vans took everyone right into the park, past the lines of people waiting to enter the park. The group was escorted into the welcoming center to meet up with their tour guides.
There was one other group already waiting ahead of them.
An older lady approached their group, "Good
morning, gentlemen. Welcome to Disneyland. It
"What guide?" Marc asked.
"Pete said we could go only if we took
the VIP tour," Justin said. "It is easier for our security
"That doesn't sound fair."
"We offer it to all our celebrity guests,"
the hostess said. "This way your visit to our park will be
Looking across the room Marc saw a group
of young boys all in wheelchairs. "What about that
The hostess sighed, "We offer the same service to our handicapped guests. Unfortunately, they have arrived early and we are trying to get enough hosts for that group."
"Why do you need hosts?" Marc asked.
"To help the boys on and off the rides."
Lance looked at the group of boys across the room. Saying to the hostess, "Will you excuse us for a moment?"
"Sure, I'll go check on the other group."
"Guys, a quick meeting," Lance announced.
As everyone gather around Chris asked, "What's on your mind?"
"I was just thinking," Lance started out.
"It may take some time for the Disney people to get
"So what can we do?" Josh asked.
"How about we combine the two groups? Each of us can take one of the boys and be their host.
They aren't that big we should be able to help them on and off the rides."
"Sounds like a plan," Chris said.
"Just one moment," Marc interrupted. "Let
me find out some things first."
Returning to the guys Marc said, "Okay,
here is the story. The seven boys are winners of a
"Well guys, what do you think?" Lance asked.
Everyone kind of looked around nodding. "Sure why not," Chris said.
Across the room the boy were huddled together stealing glances at the other group.
"Guys, I know it is them," Rob a small twelve year old whispered. "That's *Nsync. I know it."
"Really? I wonder what they are doing here?" Tom, Rob's twin brother asked.
"Probably the same thing we are, dick weed,"
Bobby Joe, a surly thirteen year old snapped.
"Bobby Joe, do we have to listen to you
be a butt hole all day?" Tom the youngest of the group
"Eat me," Bobby Joe growled.
"In your dreams," Tom countered. The others laughed at the exchange and Bobby Joe fumed.
The *Nsync group moved over to where the
boys chaperone and the hostess were in a heated
"Excuse me," Lance said interrupting. "We may have a solution to everyone's problems."
The hostess looked intrigued, "What is your solution?"
"How about we combine both groups. That way we need only one guide and the seven of us can be the hosts for the boys."
"You would be willing to do that?" an astonished hostess asked.
"Sure!" everyone answered.
It only took a few minutes to pair up each
of the guys with one of the boys. Marc paired off with
"It looks like he lost his legs below the knee. Why hasn't he been fitted with prosthesis?"
"He refuses to try them. He would rather sit in his chair and be mad at the world."
"Thanks for the warning," Marc said as he approached Bobby Joe.
"Hi, I'm Marc. I guess you're my partner," Marc said offering his hand to Bobby Joe.
"Yeah, whatever," Bobby Joe said ignoring Marc's hand. "Let's get going."
Marc sighed as he fell in step with the others as their tour began. `Kid, you may think you are a hard ass but you haven't come up against me before,' Marc thought.
The boys were all in electric wheelchairs,
and when they wanted could move faster then those
The tour started in Adventure Land . And the first place they hit was the Enchanted Tiki Room. The Tiki Room was easy for the boys, they were able to just roll in and park on the upper level. And being allowed to enter before the rest of the audience made it easer to get everyone settled. The bodyguards stayed at the back of the room trying to blend in. The lights dimmed and a spotlight fell on the brightly colored parrot emcee and the beginning of the tropical revue of sining birds, flowers, and Tikii poles. Most everyone enjoyed the show only Bobby Joe mumbled something under his breath.
The next stop was the Jungle Cruise and with the help from the guys everyone boarded the riverboat for their African adventure. Then the group headed for Indiana Jones? Adventure for a wild ride. The ride bounced everyone around quite a bit but Marc was relieved to see everyone came through the ride in good shape. Even Bobby Joe let his board bored facade slip and a smile appeared.
Next the group headed for New Orleans Square and the Haunted Mansion. The ride was a good change of pace from the last one and a cool break from the increasing heat of the day. Heading down the hill and around a bunch of gift shops they made their way to Pirates of the Caribbean , another cool ride.
"Okay! Enough of the kiddy rides. Let's find something exciting," Tommy prodded.
Marc looked at their guide, "Well any ideas?"
John their guide grinned, "I know just the one."
The group followed John to Splash Mountain. Stopping at a side entrance John announced, "We can't take the wheelchairs past this point. There is too much water around for the electric chairs."
The guys looked at Marc wondering how we were going to do this.
"Bobby, lock your wheels. We're going to
have to do this piggy back." Marc squatted down in
"Oh, yeah," Marc said as he watched another
log full of people fall and hit bottom.
"Shit, that water is cold," Bobby said as he climbed onto Marc's back.
"Want to go again?" Marc asked.
"How was your seat?" Chris asked with a cheesy grin.
"You guys could have at least warned us about the front seat," Marc said.
"What and ruin our fun?" Joey added.
"Come on. Let's go," Bobby prodded Marc.
Ignoring Bobby Marc walked over to a railing
and watched as another log emerged from the
"Marc, look out!" Lance shouted trying to warn Marc.
Marc turned as the log hit bottom sending out a wall of water that fell over Bobby and himself.
"Hey, shit head. What you trying to do drown us?" Bobby shouted as he tried to get Marc to move.
"Lighten up, kid. You'll dry off."
"God damn ass hole, move it before another one comes."
Marc set his jaw. He wasn't going to let
this big mouth kid get to him. And he wasn't going to
"Please, no more."
"Are you going to be nice and watch your mouth?" Marc asked as another log came into view at the top of the mountain.
"Yes, yes I'll be nice and watch my mouth. Just no more, please."
As the log crest the mountain opening Marc made a dash to join the other in a dryer spot.
"Where to next?" Marc asked as he and Bobby joined the others.
"How about the Mark Twain Riverboat?" the guide asked.
"Sure, sounds like fun," Marc said.
Bobby leaned in and softly said, "You can put me back in my chair."
"Nope don't think so," Marc said as he followed the group.
"Why? Aren't you getting tired carrying me?"
"You don't weigh that much. Besides this
way when your mouth gets ahead of your brain it will
"Am I going to stay wet all day?" Bobby whined.
"It's up to you," Marc said as he stepped
aboard the riverboat. "Myself, I'd like to
"Duck!" Bobby shouted as they approached the stairway to the upper deck. Marc ducked lower to clear the low beam.
"Hey, kid, you don't have to shout you're right next to my ear," Marc said as he rubbed his ear.
Finding seats in the sun Marc lowered Bobby
into one and took the one next to him. They sat
"Here you guys are. Why are you up here?"
Marc smiled, "Just trying to dry off. The sun feels good."
"You guys really got drenched."
"Several times," Bobby added.
Lance gave Bobby a smile.
"Lance, I don't think you've met my young
friend here. This is Bobby Joe Brown, a young man
"It's nice to meet you, Bobby," Lance said
offering him his hand. Bobby didn't move to shake
Hesitantly Bobby shook Lance's hand. "It's good to meet you, Lance."
Lance looked a little amused.
"See, that was not so hard was it?" Marc said. Looking to Lance he added, "He's learning fast. By the end of the day he may be human again."
Bobby looked at Marc with a frown.
"Well I'm going to head back down," Lance said. "See you guys back on land."
"K," Marc said as he gave Lance a wink.
"Marc, what did you mean I might be human again?"
"Well, Bobby, to begin with your attitude really sucks. You show no social courtesies. Everyone thinks you're a ass. You ignore common courtesies like a simple handshake when you meet some one new. You speak without thinking that what you may say may not be taken well or may even hurt someone's feelings. And because of that I don't think you have too many friends."
Bobby looked down at the floor. "I, I don't have any friends."
Marc put a hand on the boys shoulder. "Wrong, you've got one."
Marc and Bobby joined up with the others
dockside. "Where to now?" Marc asked.
"Yes, please, a lemonade."
Marc went to order their drinks when Lance
joined him. "Did I hear a please come out of
Marc smiled, "He's trying. He's holding in a lot of anger."
"Well good luck with him," Lance said as Marc paid for his drinks.
After the show at the Golden Horseshoe everyone headed for Big Thunder Mountain Railroad for a thrilling ride down a mountain.
"That wasn't too bad," JC said of the last ride.
"Hey, is anyone getting hungry?" Joey asked.
"I could do with something to eat," Justin said.
Marc turned to the guide and asked. "Of
all the rides we still have to ride, what is the biggest
"That would be Space Mountain, the biggest roller coaster in the park."
"Can we do that before lunch? That way no one will lose their lunch on it."
"Good idea," everyone agreed.
Space Mountain was such a rush everyone wanted to go on it again, which they did. Then the group headed for a private picnic enclosure adjacent to Big Thunder Barbecue for lunch. It was aquiet relaxing area shaded by large trees and grassy areas.
A buffet was set up for the group, barbecued
chicken and ribs, ranch-style beans, sweet corn
Most were wondering if they were going to leave anything for them but were surprised when their partner placed the heaping plates of food down in front of them. "Dig in, boys, there is more where that came from," Joey said.
Marc returned with his plate and sat down
beside Bobby. "What's wrong? Did I forget
"Do you really expect me to eat all of this?"
"You're a growing boy, eat what you like."
"Do you guys always eat like this?"
Marc chuckled, "Not always. But with what
these guys do for a living they will burn this off with
Bobby started attacking his plate with
gusto. Marc smiled as he handed Bobby a bunch of
Within forty minutes everyone had their
fill and the group was breaking up as everyone sought
"Marc, can you help me?" Bobby whispered.
"Sure what do you need?"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
"Sure, let me get your chair."
"No. I just need your help." Bobby climbed onto Marc's back.
Entering the restroom Marc went to the handicapped stall and placed Bobby on the seat.
"Thanks, I'll be just a couple minutes."
"K give a shout when you're done," Marc said as he went to use the urinal.
Bobby was taking quite a long time and Marc was wondering if something was wrong.
"Marc, you still there?"
"Yeah, you all right?"
"Ah, no not really. I need your help."
Marc entered the stall to find Bobby having
trouble pulling his pants back up. "Oh, I see your
"With my chair I have the arm rests to hold onto as I pull everything up."
"But you don't have your chair. Why not just stand up and pull everything up?"
"Ah, I can't stand up," Bobby pointed out.
"Yes you can. Your knees still work don't they?"
"Kneel on you knees and pull your pants up."
Holding on to the handrail Bobby slipped off the toilet onto his knees. A smile spread across his face before he started to wobble.
"Get your balance first then move slowly," Marc suggested.
Moving slowly Bobby managed to get everything tucked away. Grinning he looked up at Marc.
"Ready?" Marc asked.
Bobby nodded as Marc stooped so Bobby could climb aboard. Heading back out Marc swung by the buffet and picked up a hand full of wet whips. Marc deposited the both of them under a large tree. "Here," Marc said as he handed Bobby some wet whips. "Wash your hands. The idea of your hands around my neck after you've been playing with yourself is not too pleasing."
Bobby nudged Marc in the side, "I was not playing with myself."
"Yeah, sure. Thirteen year olds are always horny," Marc nudged back.
"No, we aren't," Bobby protested.
"Oh, than that must have been a roll of coins in your pocket I felt when I was carrying you."
A blush quickly rose. "I hoped you didn't notice," Bobby softly said.
"Don't worry about it, it happens to everyone," Marc said as he lay back on the grass.
There was a long silence as they gazed up into the tree. "Marc, why haven't you asked about my legs?"
"I figured you would tell me when you were ready."
"I, I lost them in a car accident," Bobby stammered. "And I lost my mom and dad also."
Marc rolled on his side and looked down at Bobby. He could see this was hard for the boy as his eyes welled up with tears.
"I understand, Bobby."
"How could you," Bobby snapped. "No one knows how I feel."
"I lost my family in a accident also. My mom and dad and two brothers all died in the accident."
Bobby looked at Marc with trembling lips. "I miss them so much."
Marc pulled Bobby into his arms and held
tight. "I know it hurts, kid. But without the hurt there
"Why didn't I die with them?" Bobby asked.
"I don't know. I've asked myself the same
question. But I think God has a plan for us. There is
"At least God left you whole. Not like me," Bobby said bitterly.
"Bobby, God didn't leave me whole. I've
lost the memory of who I am in the accident. I don't
Lance was looking for Marc when he heard
voices coming from the other side of the tree. His
Making a wide arc around the tree, Lance came into Marc's field of vision.
Marc noticed the concern on his lover's
face. He nodded recognition and gave a small smile
Lance gave a slight nod and returned to his boy.
Marc held Bobby for a long time. As they
both calmed down Bobby looked up at Marc, "You
"You were just waiting for the right person to come along," Marc said
"You really don't remember your family?" Bobby asked.
Marc sighed, "When I woke up in a hospital I had no idea who I was and where I came from."
"Didn't any of your family visit you in the hospital?"
"If I have more family they didn't know
I survived the crash. When I woke up in the hospital it
"Then you don't have anyone."
"Yeah, from my life before I woke up there
is no one. But since I woke up I've gotten a
"Wow! Five brothers, what are their names?"
Smiling, Marc pointed to the guys sitting under the trees, "There's Justin, Joey, Chris, Josh, and Lance."
Marc nodded, "Yep, they are my best friends and my family."
Marc looked up as Justin sat down next to him.
"Hi, guys. What's up?" Justin asked.
"Just talking," Marc said. "Justin, this is Bobby Joe. Bobby Joe, this is Justin."
Justin reached across Marc to shake hands
with Bobby, "It's nice to meet you, Bobby Joe."
"Yep, this here is my big bro," Justin said as he threw his arm around Marc's shoulder and hugged him.
"You two don't look like brothers," Bobby stated with a mischievous grin.
"That's because he looks like the postman," Marc said giving Justin a nudge.
"Mom said you're related to the postman, not me," Justin said as he started to wrestle with Marc.
Bobby laughed as Justin managed to pin Marc's arms above his head.
"Now what are you going to do?" Marc asked
smugly. "Let go on just one arm and you're
Bobby noticed Lance standing by the tree
smiling. Lance looked at Bobby and pointed at Marc then made a motion of
tickling someone on the side. Bobby's grin grew as he
"Two against one is unfair!" Marc shouted as he squirmed under his attackers. Giving a mighty shove, Marc tossed Justin off. Turning his attention, to Bobby Marc grabbed him and started tickling him.
"Stop, please stop!" Bobby pleaded. "I'm going to pee my pants."
Marc stopped the attack and fell back laughing.
Lance stooped next to Marc, "You guys having fun?"
Marc and Bobby looked at each other and said in unison, "Yeah, we are."
"Come on you two the rest of us are leaving. If you don't want to miss the rest of the park better get a move on."
Marc got to his feet and offered Bobby
a hand. Marc pulled Bobby up and flung him over his
Marc swatted Bobbies butt, "Stop wiggling before I drop you on your head."
"Well I can't see anything but your big butt," Bobby giggled as he swatted Marc's butt.
Marc deposited Bobby back into his wheelchair.
"What? No more piggyback rides?" Bobby asked.
"Maybe later," Marc said as he twisted the kinks out of his back.
The tour resumed with i t' s a small world.
Bobby was about to make some smart-ass
Marc offered, "Shoulders?" Everyone nodded as the boys were hoisted up on the shoulders of their partner giving them a great view of the coming parade.
After the Main Street Parade the group made their way to their last ride of the day, "Honey, I Shrunk the Audience". The ride was a total 3-D adventure as the audience was shrunk and the audience finds themselves in a world of giants. Everyone found the 3-D effects totally awesome.
That was the last ride of the tour and the boys bus would be there to pick them up in less than an hour giving everyone time for some souvenir shopping on Main Street. The mouse ear hats were a must for everyone except Chris he opted for the long eared Goofy hat. While the others were finishing their shopping Marc and Bobby found the ice cream shop and stopped in for a cone.
They were making their way back to the
tour center eating their cones when Lance came up to
"Ice cream! Is it good?"
"Sure is," Marc said as he took a long lick.
"Can I taste?" Lance asked.
Marc offered his cone so Lance could have a taste. Bobby gave the two a strange look as Marc let Lance lick his ice cream cone.
"Oh, that's good," Lance said smacking his lips. "I got to get me some."
"The shop's right on the corner," Marc pointed.
"Come on, Tommy let's get some ice cream."
Marc walked over to a bench out of the
flow of traffic and sat down. Bobby wheeled himself
"We'll wait for those two," Marc said.
After several licks of his cone Bobby looked at Marc. "Can I ask you something personal?"
"Sure," Marc answered. "If I can ask you something personal too."
"That's fair. Marc, Lance is your friend. Right?"
"Yes, my best friend," Marc answered.
"He's more than just a friend isn't he?"
"Maybe. . . . a boy friend?" Bobby softly asked.
Marc looked at Bobby in wonder. "Maybe. . . . . How did you know?"
Bobby grinned, "Friends don't share cones unless they are special to each other."
"I guess we let that one slip by us," Marc said. "Bobby, how do you feel about that?"
"I think it's cool."
"Bobby, you know you can't ever tell anyone
about this," Marc warned. "If you do I'll have to
"Don't worry I'll never tell a soul."
"Swear on a double lick of my ice cream
cone," Marc said holding his cone out to Bobby.
"And I swear I won't send the bodyguard after you," Marc said as he pulled Bobbies cone up and took two licks.
The tension was broken as they shared a laugh and returned to their cones.
After several licks, Marc said, "Now my
question. Why are you still in that chair? Why aren't
Bobby looked down at his legs and sighed, "I don't know. I think I was just scared."
Pulling a card out of his wallet Marc handed
it to Bobby. "Okay, here is a deal for you. After the
"You really mean that?"
"Yes I do," Marc said with a smile. "Do we have a deal?"
"You bet!" an excited Bobby said.
At the visitor's center every said their
goodbyes as the boys were loaded on their bus.
Marc pulled Bobby into a hug.
"Thanks, Marc, for being my friend," Bobby
said as he held back tears.
"It's a deal," Bobby said as he gave Marc a quick kiss on the cheek and broke the hug.
As the bus pulled out, Marc and the guys
waved goodbye. A few moments, later two Disney
"Looks like our ride is here," Chris said.
The door to the suite opened as seven weary guys shuffled in.
"Any one up to clubbing tonight?" Joey asked.
"No!" everyone shouted.
"Good. Neither am I," Joey said.
"How about we just order in some pizzas and make it a early evening," Josh suggested.
"Yeah, we have a full day tomorrow," Lance added.
"Sounds good," everyone agreed.
After everyone left for the night Marc
and Lance headed for a long hot shower. They took their
Marc groaned as he climbed into bed. "James, can I ask you a big favor?"
"I need a back rub. Would you give me one?"
"Sure, roll over," Lance said as he went to his bag and took out a bottle of oil. Grabbing several towels he returned to Marc. Straddling Marc's ass Lance poured some oil on Marc's shoulders and started massaging Marc tight muscles.
"Oh, that feels so good," Marc moaned.
Lance's hands worked wonders on Marc's
tight muscles. And the longer Lance worked, the
Marc chuckled, "It seems some one is liking this as much as I am."
A little embarrassed, Lance slipped off
of Marc's ass. "Spread your legs so I can do your legs
Marc spread his legs as Lance climbed between them. Placing more oil on Marc's ass he started to massage first Marc's left cheek then his right. The whole time Marc would moan his approval.
Lance ran an oily finger along Marc's crack
pausing at the puckered entrance of Marc's ass hole. Lightly circling
the brown bud it pulsated under his touch, soliciting a moan from Marc.
"James, please, it's all right."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I know you don't. Just go slow."
Lance slowly pushed his finger in deeper
feeling the muscles of Marc's ass pulsate around his
"Did that hurt?"
"No, no! Can you find that spot again?"
"Here?" Lance asked rubbing over the spot again.
"Ohhhhh, yes. That's the spot."
"What does it feel like?" Lance asked.
"I don't know how to describe it. When you touch that spot it's like a jolt of electricity."
"But it doesn't hurt?"
"No. It feels good," Marc said. "James, turn around let me show you."
They moved around till they were in a sixty-nine
position. Taking the bottle of oil he put some
"What's wrong?" Lance asked.
"James, when you are ready just push back."
Lance pushed back and Marc's finger slid halfway in. "Oh!"
"Take it slow, James. Get used to it first," Marc said as wiggled his finger around massaging the opening.
Lance pushed back further taking Marc's entire finger into him. Marc turned his hand slightly and found Lance's prostate. "Oh!" Lance jumped with the contact.
"You all right?" Marc asked.
"Yeah, wow! I see what you mean."
As Marc massaged Lance's prostate
he leaned in and swallowed him to the base.
The added stimulation of their prostate's brought both of them quickly to the edge and with one last flick of the finger they both cummed at the same time.
Pulling back, panting after their mind-blowing
orgasm, Marc turned around and lay
"That was incredible," Lance said still catching his breath.
"Just one more way I have to pleasure you,"
Marc said as he slid off Lance and cuddled up to
"Good night, love, . I love you," Lance said as he gave Marc a soft kiss on the forehead.
"Night, James. Love you."
The next morning everyone awoke to a new
day and the anticipation of working on their new
Marc accompanied the guys to the studio
they would be working at for the next week. He had
After making arrangements to meet
up with the guys for lunch, Marc made his way
Grabbing the sheet music off the piano Marc stuffed it into his backpack and headed down the hall. Entering the control booth of the studio, Marc looked out into the studio seeing the guys all off in little groups working on different songs. Marc was the only one in the control booth and after scanning the control boards he found the intercom switch. Flipping the switch, "Guys, sorry to interrupt," Marc said. "Justin, can I see you for a minute? In private." Justin nodded and headed for the control room.
"What's up?" Chris asked Lance. All the
guys were watching Marc and Justin in the control
"I don't know," Lance said as he saw Marc put a hand on Justin's shoulder as he was talking to him. The color in Justin's face seemed to drain out as he slumped into Marc. They held each other for a long time then Marc hand Justin sit down and he handed him his cell phone. With shaking hands Justin placed a call. "Something's very wrong."
Marc came out of the control booth with a grave expression on his face.
"What happened?" Lance asked.
"It's Jonathon. He's very sick. Lynn called me a little while ago. She wants Justin to come home right away."
"Is, is he that bad?" JC asked.
Marc nodded, "The doctors don't know what's
wrong with him but his condition keeps getting
"Shit," Joey softly said.
"We need to take Justin back home right a way," Chris said. "Lance, can you see if you can book us a flight home?"
"Wait! You guys can't go," Marc said. "This
week is too important for you to all just cancel
"But Justin is important to us, too," JC protested. "We want to be there for him."
"You guys need to be here. I'll fly back with Justin and I'll be there for him."
"Marc's, right," Lance said. "If anyone should go it should be Marc."
The door to the control booth opened and a red-eyed Justin came out.
"Justin, you all right?" JC asked.
"No. Not really," Justin softly said. Looking to Marc Justin asked, "Will you come with me?"
Marc nodded then looked to Lance.
"I'm right on it," Lance said as he dialed
his cell. "Yes, I need two tickets on your first flight to
Feedback is always welcome.