This is the story of the
last concert in *Nsync's No Strings Attached Summer Tour. And what
happens when they meet one of their fans late that night in the hotels
hot tub. This story pairs Joey with one of their fans.
Is our history written in stone? What would happen if one thing in a person's life could be changed. See what happens when the Backstreet Boys take a ski trip that change their lives, for ever.
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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.
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Boy Band Fan Fiction
This ia a story that spans the generations. Lance finds love and romance with someone he feels he has known all his life.
This is my newest short story I posted just before Christmas. Lance has returned home after not being able to complete his life long dream, going into space. He feels his life has no meaning and he struggles to regain his self worth. He finds what he is looking for in the form of an abused little boy and his friend Ethan.
The rest of the day was spent on the quiet side. Chris and JC slept most of the day. Justin and Joey spent the day playing video games. Lance and Marc did a lot of reading, lounging together while their friends played their game.
The evening meal stop was a long one so the buses could be fueled and serviced. While the others were browsing the gift shop Joey went out to the bus to make a call.
Dialing Howie's number he got his voice mail.
"Hey D, it's me. I know you guys have a show tonight. We are still on the road. We should be getting into our hotel just after midnight. If you're up give me a ring. I need to talk to you. . . . I miss talking to you. . .
"Are we ready to go?" Nick asked as he dropped his bag next to the lounge door.
"Kevin's still in the shower," AJ said from his seat on the couch.
The guys of Backstreet had finished their concert a little over an hour ago and after cleaning up and putting on clean clothes were spending some quiet time winding down in their private lounge backstage.
"What are we going to do tonight?" Nick asked.
"Go get something to eat," Brian stated.
The door opened and Kevin tossed his bag onto the pile with the others. "What're the plans?" Kevin inquired.
"Food is at the top of the list," AJ said.
"And, maybe we could go clubbing?" Nick asked.
"I'm up for that," AJ said.
"So am I," Brian added.
"How about it D? You up for it?" Kevin asked.
Lowering the book he was reading Howie rubbed his eyes before answering. "I'm not really up to it. I'll go get something to eat with you all then I'll head back to the hotel."
"You sure?" Brian asked.
Howie just nodded.
With a swipe of his key card Howie entered his room. Tossing his jacket on a chair Howie pulled out his cell and checked his messages. He found a quick message from his mom and one from Joey. Checking the time he knew it would be several hours before the *Nsync tour bus arrived at their hotel. Going into the bathroom Howie started filling the spa tub; deciding a long hot soak would feel good.
In the limo on the way to the club. "Bri, do you know what's up with Howie?" Kevin asked.
"I don't know. He just seems preoccupied with something."
"Everything between the two of you is still alright?"
"Yeah, it seems to be," Brian said. "But we don't get to talk like we use to since we're not rooming together any more."
"Has Howie talked to any of you about what's going on?" Kevin asked.
"I've heard him talking to someone late at night," Nick offered.
"Any idea who he's talking to?" Kevin asked.
Nick just shook his head.
"I think he may be talking to Marc or Lance," Brian offered.
AJ frowned at that news. "Why would he be talking to them?"
"Who is this Marc?" Nick asked.
"Marc is Lance's boyfriend," Brian said. "He and Howie are close friends. When we had our breakup it was Marc Howie went to see."
"I bet this Marc gave him the kind of comfort he needed," AJ sneered as he gave his hips a couple quick thrusts.
Kevin shook his head. "Do you always have to be an ass-hole?"
AJ just shrugged and turned his attention to the passing city.
"So this Marc and Howie are just friends?" Nick inquired.
"Yeah, they met when Howie took his mom to Buffalo. Marc and Lynn had come ahead of the *Nsync tour. You know what happens when our moms get together," Brian grinned.
Nick grinned at the thought of the meeting. Lynn and Paula had known each other for years; in fact the moms of both groups had become friends and kind of formed a support group for each other. When ever any of the moms got together it quickly became a hen party. Howie and Marc were thrown together because Lynn and Paula zoned them out.
"So you think Howie and Marc are talking?" Kevin asked.
Brian shrugged, "He could also be talking to Chris, they are old friends."
"As long as he is talking to someone," Kevin said softly.
The bus was quiet. Most everyone had climbed into their bunks to nap away the evening. Lance was working on the last chapter of his business course preparing for his final exam. Marc was lying with his head in Lance's lap enjoying the closeness. >From time to time Lance would run his free hand through Marc's hair. After a while Lance closed his book and set it aside. Marc turned his head to look up at Lance with a goofy grin.
"What?" Lance asked.
"I like this," Marc said
"Just being with you. I like watching you study."
Lance grinned while shaking his head. "It doesn't take much to keep you entertained."
"Not when I can watch you. I learn something new every day I'm with you."
"What did you learn tonight?" Lance laughed.
"Well let's see," Marc thought. "From a distance you don't seem to have very much body hair."
"Well I don't."
"You have more than you realize. Your legs have quite a bit of soft light brown hair on them. There is hair on your arms, just not as much as your legs. And my favorite, your treasure trial."
Lance grinned down at Marc. "You
do like to spend a lot of your time down there."
Marc grinned and batter his eyes. "As much time as I can."
"I love your scent and even with clothes your scent makes me hard."
Lance reached down and rubbed the front of Marc's shorts finding indeed he was hard. Grinning Lance asked, "How long have you been like this?"
"Soon after the others left the lounge."
"That was well over an hour ago," Lance said as he slipped his hand under the waistband of Marc's shorts. Wrapping his hand around Marc's hard member Lance gave it a gentle squeeze.
"You like?" Lance cooed.
"Yes," Marc hissed.
"Too bad you didn't say something about this earlier, we could have been playing."
"I know," Marc sighed. "But if we would have played you wouldn't have studied for your exam."
Lance ran his thumb across the swollen head of Marc's cock, spreading the wet slickness of his pre-cum over the head. Marc reached down and pulled Lance's hand off his member. Lance gave Marc a questioning look.
"James, we will be at the hotel soon. We can continue this in our room."
Placing his hand under his nose, Lance inhaled deeply savoring Marc's unique scent. Moving his hand to his lips he licked the sweet essence of his beloved, off his hand.
Marc smiled as he watched Lance lick his hand clean. Marc had to fight from laughing when he felt Lance's own erection starting top poke his in the side of the head. Marc reached up and pulled Lance's hand to his own nose and got a whiff of his own scent.
Chuckling Marc said, "We're just a couple of old scent hounds."
Leaning down Lance kissed Marc deeply. "How long before we get to the hotel?" Lance gasped as he came up for air.
It had been almost an hour since *Nsync's tour bus arrived at their hotel. Most everyone had turned in. A door to one of the three suites bedrooms opened and a lone figure quietly pulled the door closed behind him. Moving over to the sliding doors he quietly slid the door open and stepped out onto the balcony. Pushing a button on his cell phone it dialed a number.
Howie was propped up against the headboard of his bed as he read through the packet of reports his manager sent him. The quiet of the room was interrupted when his cell began to ring. "Hey Joe," he said after glancing at the ID.
"Hey, what are you up to?"
"Going over some paperwork. Where are you guys at now?"
"Billings, Montana," Joe answered. "Ever been?"
"Yeah, last tour. Didn't see much of it. We were in and out in less then one day."
Joey laughed, "Know what you mean. We just go in and everyone headed for the bedrooms for some shuteye. We'll be up by ten, have brunch and head out to the theater for rehearsal, sound check, meet n' greet, a concert then back on the bus for another long drive to Dallas."
"Why the hell do we do this?" Howie laughed.
"It's for the music man," Joey grinned.
"And let's not forget all the great sex," Howie added.
"Yeah, with this schedule. Fat chance."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Howie said softly.
"I hate these one night concerts," Joey said. "We are in and out so fast we don't get to see anything."
"That's the way it was on our first big tour," Howie admitted. "They had us on such a tight chain then. All we saw was our staff. Your right hand became your best friend ."
"It's the same way here for most of us."
"But not all?" Howie grinned.
"No. Lance and Marc have each other. In fact I think those two may still be up." Joey said. Joey started to laugh when he heard moaning coming from one of the rooms.
"What's so funny?" Howie asked.
"It seems Lance is up from the sounds coming from their room."
"Really? You can hear them?"
"When Marc goes to work on Lance he gives anyone in the next room a blow by blow account he is so loud. . . . Wait! . . . Now there's silence."
"Did Marc get Lance off?"
"No. Marc must have found some way to keep Lance quiet."
Laughing Howie asked, "I wonder what Marc found to quiet Lance."
"Da, what do you think," Joey said.
"Oh, Oh! . . . I see. Marc does have something that could be used as a gag. Definitely more than big enough to quiet Lance."
Joey frowned, "How do you know what Marc has?"
"Oh, ah, because I've seen him naked. We worked out together in the hotel gym and showered together."
"Did anything happen?"
"No. The only thing that happened was I made a fool of myself. I offered and he turned me down. He said he was with Lance and didn't want to do anything that might cause him to lose him. The only thing he wanted to do is wash my hair."
Joey chuckled, "That boy sure has a thing about showers and shampoo."
"If you ever get the chance, let Marc wash your hair. It feels fantastic!"
"Feels good? How good?" Joey asked.
"It felt so good I got boned up and popped my load without even touching myself."
"You didn't? What did Marc do?"
"He thanked me for the compliment and had me rinse the shampoo out of my hair. I was so embarrassed."
"Marc does know how to use his hands," Joey agreed with a chuckle.
Howie wondered just how Joey knew what Marc could do with his hands. "Are you talking from experience?"
"Ah, . . . . Yeah, kind of."
"Would you like to share?" Howie asked.
"Ah, , , , Maybe another time," Joey mumbled.
Howie laughed at Joey's uneasiness. "It must be good. You must tell me some time."
"Yeah sometime. . . . . D you guys will be wrapping up your tour soon. Won't you?"
"Yeah, about a week after yours wrap up. We should be back in Orlando on the twentieth."
"Ah, I was wondering. If you don't have any plans. Maybe we could ah, kind of hang out together. But if you have plans, I understand and maybe we can get together another time."
Howie smiled at Joey's uneasiness. "I don't have any plans for after we get back. Yeah, I'd like to get together with you."
"You would?" Joey said with surprise. "I mean great. I'll give you a call when you get back and we can set something up."
"You mean I have to wait until after our tour ends till I get another call from you?" Howie teased.
"Oh no, of course not! I'd like to talk to you every day if we could."
Howie's smile grew broader. His attention was drawn to the commotion coming from the suites' living room. His band mates were returning from their night of clubbing.
"What's going on there?" Joey inquired.
"The guys are coming in from clubbing," Howie sighed.
"Well I'll let you go then," Joey said. "I don't know when I'll be able to call next, we leave right after tonight's show for Dallas."
"Oh, that's going to be a long ride. You know my schedule, give me a call when you can."
"Ok, I'll talk to you later," Joey said. "Good night."
"Good night, Joe."
Howie pushed the button on his cell ending his call. There was a light knock on his door. "Come in," Howie call out.
Brian stuck his head in. "Hey, we just got back."
Howie laughed, "I couldn't tell."
Brian frowned, "Are you doing all right."
Howie smiled, "I'm doing great, just great."
"Okay, see you in the morning," Brian said.
"Good night, Bri."
Howie chuckled to himself. "I think I've been asked on a date."
Joey hung up his cell and did a little dance on the balcony. "Yes! I've got a date, I've got a date."
Soft light filtered through the crack of the drawn drapes casting a soft glow on Marc's sleeping face. Lance had awoken earlier and lay there watching his love sleep. He loved studying Marc while he slept. Committing to memory every angle of his face. The way the hairs on his eyebrows lay on his brow. How just one hair; over his left eye was longer then the others and how it started to curl on the end.
Even though Marc was asleep Lance knew he was dreaming by his rapid eye movement. Lance wondered what Marc was dreaming about. What ever it was he must have been enjoying it because he had a slight smile on his face.
Lance felt a warm tingly feeling wrap itself around him as his eyes closed and he surrendered to the lure of sleep.
Marc walked onto the dock. Looking out over the calm water at the brilliant sunset he took in a deep breath smelling the nearby pines. "I miss this place," Marc said softly. Making a small head movement; like listening to a faint sound, a smile spread across his face. "I was hoping we would meet again," Marc said as he turned to his approaching friend.
"I'm impressed," Matt said. "I had not planned to be here. I felt your. . . should I say, call?"
Matt and Marc embraced. "I wasn't sure if it would work," Marc said. "I just needed to talk to you and I thought the best place to start was here were we were last together. Somehow I felt I would find some small thread, a kind of link to you."
"You picked up my marker," Matt said understanding. "Your power is growing stronger."
"What is a marker?"
Matt looked out over the lake trying to decide how to explain it. "When we meet our minds touched. In doing so a connection was established. I use these markers to visit the many plains of existence I visit."
"So on all these different planes, when you visit you pick someone to mark with so you can return at some other time," Marc said with some understanding. "Didn't you tell me last time that I was the first one to become aware of your presence? There must be others that are aware of your visits."
"When I mark someone they are not aware of my visit the connection is so light. You are the only one outside of my plain that has this strong mark."
"And on your plain?"
"Only my Joey," Matt softly said.
"Why link to someone so close to you?"
"He travels a lot and I can't always go with him. When we get too lonely, we visit each other in our dreams."
"What can you do in your dreams?"
"Everything we can do when we are laying next to each other."
"How can it feel the same?" Marc asked. "If you are just dreaming of Joey?"
"When we are together in here my Joey is not a dream he is with me for real." Matt could see the confusion on Marc's face. Matt placed his hand on Marc's chest. "Can you feel this?"
Placing his hand on the side of Marc's face Matt stroked Marc's new beard. "I like the new look."
"Thanks," Marc said as he began to blush.
"Do you feel my hand?"
"And do you feel your face getting warmer from your blushing?"
Marc laughed, "Yes."
"And do you feel this?" Matt said as he leaned in and kissed Marc. Marc returned the kiss deepening it.
Breaking the kiss Marc said, "Shit!"
"And this?" Matt said as he reached down and grabbed Marc by the nuts and gave a firm squeeze.
Marc sucked in a sharp breath when Matt grabbed his nuts. "Definitely!"
"Marc, I felt my hand on your chest. My hand rubbing the side of your face and our lips pressed together when we kissed."
"So in here, this dream state, you and Joey can make love to each other and have the same feelings that you would have if you were in the same room not many miles separated?"
"Now you got it." Matt said.
Marc looked out over the water thinking of the possibilities. "Do you think I can learn to do it?"
Matt tilted his head as he looked at his friend. "You already know how to do it." Sweeping his arm in front of them, "All this comes from you, my friend. This lake and the stars in the sky are all yours. And me being here is because of you."
"I'm not really sure how I'm doing this. Can you give me some advice?"
Matt smiled. "When you make connect with your man, it helps if he were asleep. You can give yourself a nasty headache if you try to do this when he's awake."
Marc chuckled, "Being asleep is a given." Marc's head tilted slightly like he felt something.
"What is it?" Matt asked.
"My James is awake."
"You can feel him. Can't you?"
"Yes. . . . He's watching me sleep."
"What else are you feeling from him?" Matt inquired.
Marc's smile grew, "I feel his love for me."
"What do you mean, you feel his love?"
"I don't know how to describe it. When he looks at me it's like he is the sun and his love is his radiance. I feel the warmth of his love."
Matt smiled knowing what Marc was describing. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Do you get this feeling from your man?" Marc asked.
"Exactly," Matt said. As he stood next to Marc he felt something he had never felt before. He felt Marc send part of himself out to his love. "What are you doing?"
"Giving my guy a hug."
"Whoa there. I've never felt anything like that. How are you doing that?"
"I don't know," Marc shrugged. "It's just something I can do,"
"From what I felt it's a very warm feeling." Matt commented.
"James seem to like the feeling also. He's starting to doze off."
"You're going to try bringing him in, aren't you?" Matt asked.
"Yes. I'd like to."
"Then I'll leave you my friend," Matt said as he slowly backed away from Marc.
"Please stay. I want James to meet you."
"This first time should be just the two of you."
"But I need him to meet you so he will believe me," Marc implored.
"How can he not believe you when you bring him here," Matt said as he began to fade from sight. "We will meet again, my friend."
Lance felt the warmth of Marc's love as he was pulled deeper into sleep. He could feel the warmth on his face, arms, chest, and legs. And the soft sand between his toes. Sand between his toes!! Lance's eyes popped open. He was standing on a deserted sandy beach. A soft breeze blew in from the water. Low waves broke on the sandy edge of the beach. The cry of gulls could be heard as they flew high overhead. Shielding his eyes Lance looked down the beach trying to make out a lone figure jogging toward him. A smile spread across his face as Marc jogged up to him.
Slowing to a walk, Marc moved up to Lance, taking his face between his hands he leaned in and kissed him deeply. Lance's arms came up around Marc's strong back pulling him closer as he returned the kiss. Marc took Lance's hand and they started to walk down the beach together.
They walked quite a ways in silence. Marc was waiting for Lance to ask the questions running through his mind. Lance gripped Marc's hand tight and stopped. "Marc, how did we get here?"
"What was the last thing you remember?"
"I was laying in bed with you watching you sleep. Then I got this warm feeling and I closed my eyes."
"And you fell asleep," Marc said softly.
Lance frowned, "Am I asleep?"
Marc nodded, "We both are."
"Then this is a dream."
"Yes, kind of."
"And you aren't real," Lance said.
Placing Lance's hand on his chest Marc asked, "Does this feel like a dream?"
Lance could feel the soft hairs on his hand. The heat of his skin and beating of his heart. "No, you feel real."
Marc placed his hand on Lance's chest, "You also feel real."
"Are you in my dream or am I in your dream?" Lance asked.
"We are sharing the same dream," Marc said. "But it is in my head."
Taking Lance's hand they continued their walk.
"Why are we here?" Lance asked.
"I wanted to see if this would work," Marc said.
"You weren't sure?"
"No, not until I was able to talk to Matt."
"Matt. Your imaginary friend?" Lance asked.
"He's not imaginary. Matt is as real as you or I."
"Well when will I meet him?" Lance asked.
"Another time. He thought for our first time here it should be just you and I."
Lance walked in silence for a while. "I know this is hard for you to accept," Marc said. "But you just need to believe what I tell you."
"Your right," Lance said softly. "But I can't deny that I feel the sand under my feet, the smell of the ocean, . . . the breeze on my face and the grasp of your hand. Even though I know I'm dreaming I also know we are together here on this beach."
"Thank you." Marc whispered after giving Lance a kiss.
As they continued down the beach Lance asked. "Where are we going?"
Squeezing Lance's hand Marc said, "I want you to see someone."
"Who?" Lance asked as they climbed over several large rocks.
"Remember the drawings I showed you?" Marc asked as he helped Lance down off a large rock.
Marc turned and pointed to a spot twenty feet away. "Him," Marc said as Lance noticed for the first time a little boy playing in the sand.
Lance recognized the boy instantly. "That's Ryan. Isn't it?" Marc nodded. "Is he real?"
"No. He's just a dream."
"But he looks real," Lance pointed out.
"He's just a shell. There is nothing inside. My memory of him is very limited. He will just sit there and play in the sand until we walk away, then disappear."
As Marc was talking Lance noticed the boy quickly glance their way, then his eyes shifted back to his bucket of sand. Lance and Marc slowly walked around the boy as he played.
"He looks just like your drawing of him," Lance pointed out.
The boy stopped and looked up at Marc and Lance. Marc gasped at the boy's action. Tilting his head with a frown the boy studied Marc. Slowly a smile spread across his face. "Play with me, Boo," the boy said.
"Wha, what did you say?" Marc stammered.
"I said play with me. It's been a long time since we could play together."
Marc sank to his knees next to the boy. Lance knelt down and placed his arm around Marc's shoulders. "Who, who are you?" Marc managed to get out.
The boy giggled, "Who, who, you sound like an owl. Who! Who!"
"Please! Just tell me your name."
The boy frowned, "You know who I am."
"Ryan?" Marc said softly.
The boy's face lit up. "See, you didn't forget me, Boo."
"Why do you call me Boo?" Marc asked.
Ryan shrugged, "I don't know. I've always called you Boo."
Ryan looked at Marc, "You got old."
"What do you mean?" Marc asked.
"You're bigger then the last time I saw you. Your muscles are bigger and you have hair on your face." Ryan leaned in a little closer and giggled, "It looks better than the first mustache you tried to grow."
Marc could feel the embarrassment creep up into his face. Giggling Ryan got up and put his arms around Marc's neck giving him a big hug. Marc was surprised to feel warm flesh press against his chest. Slowly his arms came up enveloping the boy in a hug.
Lance watched as the two brothers hugged each other. Marc's face was a kaleidoscope of emotion. Non-belief, fear, shock, confusion, surrender, acceptance, and love. Lance wiped at his moist eyes as he placed a reassuring hand on Marc's shoulder.
"I've missed you, Boo."
"I've missed you, too, squirt," Marc said as he let Ryan go.
Ryan looked at Lance and smiled. "Hi."
"Hi," Lance said with a smile.
Marc wasn't sure what to do. How should he introduce Lance to Ryan? The indecisiveness must have registered on Marc's face because Ryan took the initiative. "Are you my brother's boyfriend?"
Lance looked a little shocked. "Yea, yes I am."
"Ryan, this is my boyfriend, James. James, this is my kid brother, Ryan."
"I'm glad to meet you, Ryan," Lance said offering his hand.
Ryan looked at Lance's hand and ignored it by putting his arms around Lance's neck giving him a big hug. "James, we hug in our family." Lance put his arms around Ryan returning the hug.
"Ryan, I don't understand. I thought you were, ah, ah. . . . "
"I am, Boo."
"I, I, I'm sorry, Ryan. I'm sorry I didn't go with you."
"I know, Boo. Mom said it wasn't your time."
"Mom," Marc said sadly.
Ryan hugged his older brother again, "I know, Boo. They all wanted to be here."
"Yeah, but until you get your memory back they can't come."
"Is everyone all right?" Marc asked. "You didn't suffer did you?"
"We felt nothing. After you were thrown from the van the angels took us."
"So you are all together, you, Mom, Dad and, and. . . ."
Ryan giggled, "Yes, he's with us too."
Marc was quiet for a long moment.
"I know what you want to know," Ryan said. "But I can't tell you his name."
"Why?" Marc asked with a hint of irritation.
"Boo, don't be mad at me."
"I'm sorry, squirt. It's just so hard not remembering. Not knowing who I am and where I came from. I don't remember what mom or dad looks like. Or what "he" looks like."
"He looks like you," Ryan giggled. "Or what you looked like when we parted."
"So he was my twin," Marc softly said.
"You already knew that," Ryan said
"But why did I live, and not him?"
Ryan sat back and looked out over the water. "It was our time," he finally said.
Marc was about to say something when Ryan continued. "You still had so much to do yet. Boo, you have so much love in you. So much love to give to others."
"I still don't understand."
"Boo, you needed to live because of the effect you were going to have on peoples lives. People who needed to love you and needs your love. Some of them have already come into your life."
Marc had a confused expression on his face. Lance leaned in and whispered, "Tom and Sara."
Marc's face light up with understanding. "And you, too, love," before kissing Lance.
Ryan giggled at his brother's actions.
"Oh, sorry," Marc said as his face turned red.
"It's all right, Boo. We know how much you love, James."
"Ry, did Mom and Dad know about . . . me?"
"Yeah, they knew you were special."
"Were they okay about me liking other men?"
"It didn't matter. They love you for the person you were, the person you have become, and the person you are yet to be."
Marc let out a big sigh. Lance pulled him tight and gave Marc a soft kiss behind his ear.
"Boo, our time is almost up."
"But I don't want it to be," Marc said.
"It's not up to you, Boo."
"But I have so many questions."
"Most of them I can't answer," Ryan said.
"Can't you tell me anything?" Marc pleaded.
Ryan looked up at the sky like he was waiting for some instructions. "Boo, the question of who you are will be answered. But it will be because someone who loves you very much finds you. Your memory will not return until you find the key. And your family will continue to grow."
"Will I see you again?" Marc asked.
"Yes, in here anything's possible," Ryan said as he gave Marc a hug. "I love you, Boo."
"I love you, too, sport. Give Mom and Dad and "him" a kiss for me."
"I will." Ryan turned to Lance and gave him a hug also. "My mom thinks you're cute," he whispered.
Lance started to blush. Ryan broke up laughing. "Take care of my Boo, James. He's going to need your strength."
"You two need to continue your walk," Ryan said. Marc and Lance stood holding hands. Marc wanted to say more but Lance's firm grip stopped him. Turning back toward the way they came, they climbed the rocks. Standing on top of the rocks they looked back at the now vacate beach. Lance pulled Marc tight to him. He could feel Marc tremble as he held him tight. "This was not what you had planned was it?"
"No. I just wanted to show you how I saw Ryan. I never expected anything like this."
"You all right, babe?"
"Yes, I'm great," Marc answered with a big grin. "My little bro loves me."
"You know there's someone else here that loves you," Lance said as he put his arms around Marc's neck.
"I wonder who that may be?"
"It must be me," Lance said. "Since there isn't any one else here."
"So you noticed we're alone."
"Yeah, I noticed," Lance said. "What are you going to do about it stud."
Marc smiled an evil grin. "There is one thing I like about being here."
"And what would that be?" Lance asked.
"This," Marc said. What clothes they had been wearing vanished.
"Shut up and enjoy," Marc said as he pulled Lance in and started nuzzling his neck.
Lance closed his eyes letting out a soft moan as Marc moved lower working on his left nipple. "Oh Marc, . . . that feels so good."
Grinning Marc asked, "You like that?"
"Then let's see how you'll like this," Marc said as he dropped to his knees.
"Oh, God, YES!!!"
Joey walked out his bedroom running his hands through his hair. "Morning, Joe," JC greeted.
"Morning. When is breakfast getting here? I'm hungry."
"I don't know," JC said as he continued reading his book.
"Are Lance and Marc up yet?" Joey asked.
"I don't think so. Haven't heard anything from their room yet."
Joey went to their door and knocked.
Loud knocking woke Lance and Marc. Looking into each other's eyes they both smiled.
"Hey you guys, are you up?" Joey shouted through the door.
"Yeah, we're awake," Marc called out. "Sorry, we over slept. Joe will you call down for breakfast?"
"I will," Joey shouted back.
Lance groaned, "How bad did we over sleep?"
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand he said. "We have time for a quick shower." Rolling out of bed Marc offered Lance a hand. Pulling Lance into his arms they kissed deeply.
"Come on," Lance said. "We don't have time for that now."
Walking into the bathroom Marc reached into the shower turning on the water adjusting the temperature. They both dropped their boxers at the same time then froze. Both of them were covered with cum. They both started laughing, "We really do need a shower," Lance pointed out.
Marc took Lance's hand pulling him into the shower with him. "Have I told you how much I love you this morning?" Marc asked.
"Yeah, you just did," Lance said. "And I love you too, Boo."
Sorry this one took so long to get out. With the holidays and all I needed a break. This is the second incarnation of this chapter. I was almost finished with this chapter when I had a mental block. After staring at my computer for two nights I decided to go back and reread the last five chapters. I saw my problem and decided to trash most of the chapter and start again. I hope everyone enjoyed the new approach to the story. Marc now has new hope of finding his family. And we all are wondering what is this key, Ryan spoke about? A key to Marc's memory, a key he must find. ???
I have a new short story I posted just before the holidays, Lance, Mikey & an Angel named Ethan. If you haven't already, check it out.
I want to thank all of you out there for your feedback.
The next chapter is in the works and I will try to get it out sooner.
Try to keep warm.
Till next time,
Feedback is always welcome.