This is the
of the last concert in *Nsync's No Strings Attached Summer Tour.
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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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
It was a pleasant sunny day not to hot and the humidity was tolerable. With several restroom stops and a fuel and food stop they pulled into Lance’s drive around four in the afternoon.
“I’ll get the garage door,” Lance said as he hopped out of the van before Marc could say anything.
Marc turned off the engine as Lance was punching in the code to open the garage door.
As the door was opening Lance turned to Marc, “Why did you kill the engine? You can just pull it in the garage.”
Marc didn’t say anything just pointed at the garage. Lance turned to see a van already parked in the garage.
Getting out of the van Marc walked up beside Lance, whose mouth was hanging open. “Remember, I told you I bought a van when Justin and I flew back.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” Lance said softly. “I forgot.”
Entering the house through the garage they were met by the coolness of the air conditioner. “Good, one of the guys has been over and turned on the air,” Lance said with a sigh.
“And someone has done some shopping,” Marc said as he reached in the refrigerator and retrieved a couple sodas. Handing Lance a soda Marc followed Lance into the hall. Lance seemed to stiffen when he looked into his office.
“Something wrong?” Marc asked looking over Lance’s shoulder. “Did I leave a mess on your desk?”
“No. Nothing’s wrong,” Lance said flatly.
As they passed the dinning room they saw the table was piled high with mail. Continuing on to the family room Lance went over to the patio doors and opened the drapes.
“Shit!” Lance cursed.
“I asked Joey to have the pool opened up. Nothing I’ve asked has been done.”
Marc walked up behind Lance placing his hands on his shoulders feeling the tension there. “Relax, James. It’s no big deal. We’ll have it opened on Monday.”
Lance sighed as he gave in to Marc’s massaging fingers. “You’re right.” Lance’s eyes moved from the still covered pool into the yard. “Son of a bitch!” Throwing open the patio door Lance stormed out of the house.
Marc followed close behind, “James, what’s the matter?”
“Some bastard has taken down my back fence.”
Marc grabbed Lance’s arm spinning him around.
“Hey guys, they’re home,” Justin called out when he spotted Lance and Marc coming out the patio door.
“It’s about time,” Chris said as he looked out across the yard.
“Something is wrong,” Joey said as he watched a very mad looking Lance stomp toward them. Marc had caught up with Lance and had spun Lance around to face him.
“James, calm down.”
“Calm down! Calm down! Why should I calm down when someone has vandalized my fence.”
“No one had vandalized your fence,” Marc said. “I had it taken down.”
“You had it taken down. Why?”
“I had it taken down so I didn’t have to drive around the block to go to work.”
Lance got a puzzled look on his face. Marc noticed his friends coming toward them from the new house.
“Remember when I called and told you I had bought a van?”
Lance’s brow furrowed as he remembered the phone conversation. “Yeah.”
“I also told you I had found a place for my studio.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Yes he did,” Justin said from behind Lance.
Lance turned to find his band mates standing behind him.
“Marc told you about getting his new Florida driver's license. Then about buying a new set of wheels. And about finding and buying a place for his studio. I was there when he told you,” Justin said.
Lance turned to Marc, “I thought you were kidding.”
Marc let out a sigh of relief, “So now that you know who the son of a bitch is who took down your fence. Do you still want to yell at him?”
Lance looked at Marc as a nasty smile spread across his face. “I will have some things to say to you later. . . In bed.”
Marc grinned as he pulled Lance into a bear hug and a kiss. “That’s a date.”
Lance turned to look at the new house. “It’s a studio? Why don’t you show me your studio.”
Taking Lance’s hand they walked across the lawn and entered the pool enclosure.
Lance looked around the brightly lit sunroom. A large pool took up most of the enclosed space. Nearest the house stood a large bar-be-cue with a large prep area. A wet bar stood nearby. Four good size tables stood between the pool and the house each had six chairs around them. Beside the door they had entered stood a very large hot tub. The cover was off and Lance could see the churning water. “Yep, Looks like you’ll get a lot of work done here,” Lance said softly.
Rolling his eyes Marc lead Lance to a set of French doors. They stepped into what appeared to be a long hallway. They made their way down the hall to stop in front of a large heavy door. Marc had a puzzled expression on his face as he looked at a sign on the door. Lance’s gaze followed Marc’s to the wooden sign on the door. The edges of Lance’s mouth started to turn up as he read the sign. “Oh, kinky,” Lance chuckled.
The sign read: The Dungeon. Pity all ye who enter here.
Marc frowned for a moment then started to laugh. “Nice touch, Chris.”
“How did you know it was me?”
Marc turned and smiled at Chris. “I wasn’t sure. I just took a guess.”
Opening the door they stepped into the control booth.
“Shit!” Lance muttered as he looked over the control boards. “This isn’t any home studio.”
“When I designed it, it was going to be the only studio within sixty miles,” Marc said as he looked through the window into the studio.
Lance looked from the control boards up to Marc to find him staring at something in the studio. Following Marc’s gaze Lance saw a studio grand piano sitting in the studio.
Chris, JC, Joey and Justin were grinning at each other when Marc cast a questioning look their way.
“It’s a studio warming gift from all of us,” Joey said.
“You guys shouldn’t have,” Marc said as he moved through the door into the studio.
Sitting on the bench Marc lifted the keyboard cover. Placing his finger on the farthest left key Marc slowly caressed each one as he made his way up the scale. “Awesome,” Marc softly said.
Lance was standing behind Marc when he leaned in and whispered, “Play for me, Boo.”
Turning his head he gave Lance a kiss on the cheek.
Everyone was laughing at Chris’ telling the story of JC and the leather bedspread.
“I’m glad everyone stayed within budget,” Marc chuckled. “The rooms look great.”
“There are still a few rooms that need to be decorated,” Joey pointed out.
“What are you planning for the rest of the house?” Justin asked as they entered the unfurnished living room.
“I’m not sure. The studio was my main concern.”
“You could set yourself up an office in the den,” Justin suggested.
“A large conference table would work in the dinning room,” Chris added. “It could also double as a dinning room table”
Lance started to laugh, “Have you all planned out everything?”
“Almost,” Joey grinned. “We do have a suggestion for the garage.”
Lance and Marc exchanged glances.
“I’ve already thought about that,” Marc said. “It would make a great gym and dance studio.”
“Right on, bro!” Justin shouted. “The space is already finished. All you need to put down is a dance floor and hang some mirrors.”
“There is a full bath with a shower just off the new “studio”. It should work out great.”
“Just how many bathrooms does this house have?” Lance asked.
“There is the full bath off the new studio that also serves the pool,” Marc started out. “A powder room off the study. Then each bedroom has it’s own bath.”
“With the pool and hot tub this place is awesome!” Justin enthused.
Clearing his throat to get everyone's attention Marc started. “It is evident that everyone likes this place. When I bought this place it was with the idea of having someplace to put my studio. But it looks like it is quickly becoming something more.”
“Yeah, a place to hang out and party,” Justin jumped in.
“I realize that is just what is going to happen. So I’m going to impose some ground rules.”
Everyone's smiles seem to have faded when Marc announced there was going to be rules.
“First you all have your own homes or apartments. So don’t plan on moving in. The bedrooms you each decorated is for your use when it gets too late to drive home. They will also act as guest rooms for when Lance and my families come to visit. You will be expected to keep them clean. You may bring over a few changes of clothes to keep here. Since I see you four are in bathing suits I expect towels and your suits to be dropped of in the laundry for cleaning. You will also be responsible for laundering your bedding.”
“You all have keys to this place and you know the security code. When you come over all I ask is you let Lance or I know you are here. If we are not here, call the other house.”
“For security reasons, this can not become a open house for your friends. If I don’t know them, ask first before bringing anyone over.”
Turning his attention to Justin, “I take it Lynn also has a key?”
“She also has full access like you guys. And any time you want you can bring your brothers over to swim.”
Justin grinned, “That’s good. Steph is visiting and Mom is bringing him and Jon over for a cookout tonight.”
“I figured something might be up from the amount of food in the refrigerator,” Marc said with a smile. “I also noticed the addition of the keg cooler. Who’s idea was that?”
Chris and Joey held up their hands.
“I don’t mind having it. Can it be locked? I don’t want underage visitors having access to it.”
“The tap has a place for a padlock,” Joey said.
“I’ll pick up a lock and have extra keys made,” Marc said.
“Do I get a key?” Justin asked.
Placing his arm around Justin’s shoulder Marc leaned in. “On your twenty-first birthday you will get a key.”
Justin’s whole body seemed to have slumped. “Bro, I’m not saying you can’t have any. If you drink while in our house Lance and I are responsible for what happens to you. If you are going to drink I want you to give Lance or me your car keys. You will not leave here while under the influence. Understand?”
“Is that why we have rooms here?” Justin asked.
“The drinking was not a factor when I let you guys do a room. I love you all too much to expect you to head home when it is late or you are overly tired. Drinking is just as good a reason as the others.” Marc looked at the others. “That goes for everyone, not just Justin.”
Everyone nodded their understanding.
“Are there any more rules?” Chris asked.
Marc looked to Lance.
“Ah, yeah. Since this looks like where everyone is going to hang out I want to set some rules about our other house,” Lance spoke out. “Since Marc and I will be living there all I ask is that you call first before coming over.”
“What? You don’t want us walking in on you two having sex?” Chris asked snidely.
“That may happen,” Marc said with a wicked grin. “But you are more likely just to walk in on us walking around the house in the nude.”
“Oh god! What a horrible picture,” Chris said while covering his eyes.
“Do we have to take our clothes off when we come to visit?” Justin asked with a grin.
“Only if you visit the second floor,” Lance said. “The first floor is clothing optional.”
Bobby was climbing onto his bike when he saw a car pull into the drive. “Hello, Mr. Bloom,” Bobby called out as the man got out of his car.
“Hello, Bobby, how are you doing?”
“Great, Mr. Bloom. You here to visit Grandma?”
“Yes, it’s been too long since my last visit.”
“Grams is in the kitchen. Go on in,” Bobby said as he headed out on his bike.
Helen Brown looked up from the newspaper she was reading when she heard a knock on the back door. She smiled when she saw her life-long friend standing outside the door. “Come in, Jeff.”
Jeff Bloom entered the kitchen dropping his briefcase in a chair before going to his old friend to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“How are you doing, Helen?”
“I have my good days and my bad days. Today has been a good day.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Jeff said as he pulled out a file from his briefcase.
Helen glanced at the thick folder sitting before her friend. “What have you found out about this Marc Newman?”
Don’t we need to unload the van?” Lance asked Marc.
“Justin, you want to bring our rental van around to this house so we can get it unloaded?” Marc asked as he held out the keys.
“Sure. Where do you want to unload it at?”
Marc looked out the window into the driveway. “If we can get Joey to move his car why don’t you just back it up to the first garage door. We can just unload everything into there then sort it out later.”
“K,” Justin said as he headed out the back door. Joey headed out the front door to move his car.
Helen studied the photographs spread out on the table. “How far back were you able to find anything about him?”
“We were only able to go back to when he was found at the bottom of a ravine. Before that our Mr. Newman is a mystery.”
“It’s Morgan now Jeff,” Helen corrected. “Could he be hiding from someone?”
“Do you mean like the witness protection program?”
“No. The young mans injuries were real. There were plenty of witnesses and documentation.”
“And these reports about being able to read so many books is such a short time?”
“We have conformation on that from several sources. After waking from his comma he absorbed everything the hospital had then the staff started bringing him books from the town’s library.”
“What about his new family?”
“Ah yes, Dr. Tom Morgan and his daughter Sara. Dr. Morgan’s credentials are quite impressive. He graduated at the head of his medical class. Did his residency in Emergency medicine at Froedtert Memorial Hospital in Milwaukee. When he completed his residency he moved his family back to his home town to take the job of head of medicine at the local hospital.”
“And the daughter?”
“Raised in Big Bear Lake. Went to the University of Wisconsin, in Madison where she got her Bachelor of Science in Nursing , becoming a registered nurse. She also returned to Big Bear Lake and is working in the same hospital as her father.”
“So the doctor financed Marc’s education.”
“No. As part of trying to determine what level of education Marc had, the doctor asked a friend of his to come over and test Marc. The testing showed his to be highly intelligent and with the scores he got he was offered full scholarship to the University of Wisconsin.”
“So the doctor has not contributed to his education?”
“The only thing I could find out was the doctor provided an allowance to cover day to day living expenses. And that was only for the first year.”
“What changed?” Helen inquired.
“His first year at the university he became acquainted with the head of the Theater Arts department. Professor Marcus Long, quickly became a big factor in Mr. Newman’s life.”
“In what way?” Helen asked.
“From what I could find out Mr. Newman had a crush on his Professor.”
“Did Professor Long reciprocate?”
“Are you asking if the two of them had a relationship?”
“There was some sort of relationship. Mr. Newman moved in with the Professor the second semester.”
“So they were lovers.” Helen said.
“I don’t thank so. From what I was able to get, from the people my man talked to, they were friends and housemates only. The Professor would not allow a physical relationship.”
“That seems strange.”
“No. Not really. It seems Professor Long was HIV positive.”
“Oh, my! I see why the Professor could not let a relationship develop.”
“It seems there was a relationship, just not a physical one.” Jeff said.
“Why aren’t they still together?” Helen asked.
“They had been together for several months when something happened and Mr. Newman moved back to the dorm. We haven’t been able to determine what the reason was but Mr. Newman dropped the Professor’s class the next day.”
“A lovers fight?”
“It looks that way. Within a week the Professor passed away.”
“Complications from his HIV. He was diagnose with meningitis, his immune system was too weak to handle it.”
“That’s too bad. I bet he was devastated.”
“Yes. He took it quite hard,” Jeff said. “Soon after our Mr. Newman’s life changed.”
“It seems the Professor left his entire estate to Mr. Newman.”
Helen looked up surprised. “He inherited some money?”
“It seems so. I couldn’t get to many details about the inheritance. It is held in a trust and it seems his education is totally paid for. As is any expense he incurs in regards to his career. He is also given a generous living allowance.”
“Any idea how much he inherited?”
“The terms of the trust have been kept under wraps. The only thing we found out is that is managed by three of the largest investment firms in the country.”
Helen sat silently for a long time contemplating the new information.
“Helen. . . It seems we weren’t the only one looking into Mr. Newman.”
“Who else was looking into his background?”
“While my people were looking into his background a sleazy PI showed up in Big Bear Lake.”
“Do you know who he was working for?”
“Yeah. He works for some entertainment management company, Trans Continental Records. That’s the same company that manages *Nsync.”
“The group he toured with?”
“Yes the same. The strange thing is just before this PI arrived Mr. Newman’s financial records were changed. My people were able to access his personal banking records and the day the PI arrived in town a whole other set of bank records appeared under Mr. Newman’s name.”
“His old accounts disappeared?” Helen asked.
“No. We had the account numbers and they still existed. But those accounts were protected by an impenetrable fire wall.”
“These new accounts. What were they for?” Helen asked.
“I think they were created by Mr. Newman so they would be found.”
“Bait of some kind?”
“That’s my guess,” Jeff said.
Berry Dillion was sitting in a quiet booth in the back of a dimly lit restaurant waiting for Lou Pearlman to arrive. He fingered the thick report sitting on the seat next to him pleased with his work. Looking up he saw Lou approaching.
Lou nodded at Berry as he sat down. “What have you got?”
Berry picked up the folder and slid it across the table. Opening the file Lou studied the contents. For the next fifteen minutes Berry fidgeted with is empty coffee cup as Lou read the file.
Closing the file Lou reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out an envelope. Pushing it across the table to Berry he picked up the folder and left the table without saying another word. Lou was smiling as he left the restaurant.
“Well, that’s everything,” Marc said as he closed the rear doors to the van. Stepping back into the garage the door slowly came down.
“Now it’s time to get ready for your welcome home party,” Chris said as he rubbed his hands together.
“Party?” Marc asked.
“Just a little get together of some of your friends and family,” Justin said.
“Kind of a welcome home, studio warming, pool party and cook out,” Joey added.
“Who all is coming?” Lance asked.
“Mom and Paul are coming over with the boys,” Justin said.
“Steve is going to drop by,” Joey added.
“Johnny and Pete said they would stop by,” Josh said.
“How soon will everyone be showing up?” Lance asked.
“Just a little over an hour,” answered Chris. “Around four.”
Marc looked at Lance. Lance gave a slight nod. They each picked up their travel bag and headed out of the garage.
“Where are you going?” Justin called out.
“We are going to go change,” Marc said over his shoulder. “If it’s going to be a pool party we should change into our swim suits.”
“We’ll be back around four,” Lance added.
“You can just change here,” Joey called out.
“Later,” Marc said with a wave of his hand.
“Oh!” Lance said turning back to look at the others. “Until we return, you all just enjoy yourself, here.” Taking Marc’s hand they headed out through the back door.
“I know what they are going to do,” Justin sang softly.
“They are just going to change,” Chris said.
Joey laughed, “How naive can you be, Chris? They are going to live together and this is the first time they will be together in their new home.”
“I think they plan to initiate the new house,” Justin said with a grin.
“Initiate what?” Chris asked.
JC leaned in and whispered, “They are going to have sex. Break in Lance’s new bed.”
“Oh!” Chris said wide-eyed.
“Knowing those two I wouldn’t be surprised if they don’t do it in every room,” Joey added with a laugh.
“God, I hope they don’t do it in the kitchen,” Chris groaned.
“Why?” JC asked.
“The idea of them doing it on the kitchen table kind of turns my appetite off.”
Helen held up a photograph, “Who are these young boys with Marc?”
“Those are the little brothers of one of the band members,” Jeff said as he looked at his notes. “Justin Timberlake. It was taken at his Justin’s grandparents' house. While they were in Memphis for their last show of the tour, Justin’s family had everyone over for a cookout.
Helen picked up several other photos and studied them. “There seems to be a lot of interaction between Marc and the boys.”
“My investigator said that the boys interacted with all the band members but seemed to pay more attention to their older brother and Mr. Newman.
“And these pictures?” Helen inquired.
“Those just came in yesterday. After the last show Mr. Newman and one of the band members, Lance Bass, caught a plane for Wisconsin. They spent several days at Big Bear Lake. The first photo is of them walking down by the lake.”
Helen studied the two young men in the photo. They were walking hand in hand along the shore, both smiling.
“The next one was taken just after Mr. Newman became Mr. Morgan. He and his friend is having lunch with his new father and sister.”
That picture brought a smile to Helens face.
“The next one my man was very pleased with.”
“I can see why,” Helen chuckled. The picture showed a brilliant sunset over the lake with the two young men kissing.
“And the last photos were taken in the last couple days.”
One photo showed Marc and Lance sitting under a tree. Marc was sitting against the tree with Lance sitting between his legs. Lance was leaning back against Marc and Marc had his arms around Lance. The last two photos were of Lance’s family giving the boys hugs and kisses.
“Those arrived just before I came over here. They were taken this morning as the young men were getting ready to leave.”
“This woman hugging Marc?”
“That’s Diane Bass, Lance’s mother,” Jeff said.
Helen was smiling when she closed the folder.
“Did you find out what you wanted,” Jeff asked.
“I think so,” Helen said as her smile faded. “Those documents we talked about earlier. Marc will be here on Monday to take my grandson back to Florida. Can you have everything ready by the time he gets here?”
“Helen, are you sure you want to go through with this?” Jeff asked.
“I’m sure. I have to protect my grandson Jeff. Just have everything ready when he arrives.”
Marc had Lance wrapped in his arms as they stood under the shower spray kissing deeply.
Coming up for air Lance gasped, “We don’t have much time.”
“I know,” Marc said as he nibbled on Lance’s ear. “But I’m still horny.”
“How can you be? You’ve cum three times in less than an hour.”
“And you’ve cum four times. So you owe me one.”
“Yes, I owe you one,” Lance said as he stepped away from Marc. “And you can collect later tonight, after our guests leave.”
Marc stuck out his lower lip in a pout.
“That won’t work,” Lance said as he stepped out of the shower. “Come on it’s almost four.”
Lance and Marc were half way across the backyard when the door to the pool shot open and two balls of energy shot toward them.
“Marc! Lance!” the boys shouted.
Marc and Lance dropped to their knees as the boys flung themselves at them. Hugs and kisses were quickly exchanged. Returning to their feet the two boys dragged Marc and Lance to the pool.
“Come on, we want to go swimming,” Jon said.
Entering the pool area they found everyone had arrived. Marc and Lance went to greet the other guest to a strong protest from the boys.
“Jon, Steph, let them visit for a while,” Justin said from the pool.
JC picked up Jon and tossed him giggling into the pool. Steph followed right behind when he jumped in.
Lynn was laughing when she came up to Marc pulling him into a hug. “Welcome home.”
“Thank you. I see there is no ill effects with Jon.”
“There’s no way to keep him down,” Lynn chuckled. “How is Mr. Morgan doing?”
“He’s doing great,” Marc said. “You should see him strutting around like a proud new daddy.”
Lynn gave Marc an amused look. “I meant the new Mr. Morgan.”
Lance leaned in and whispered, “She is inquiring about the new Mr. Marc Morgan.”
“Oh,” Marc blushed. “I’m not quite use to that name yet. Mr. Morgan is doing fantastically.”
“You both are looking good,” Lynn observed. “A week of rest did both of you some good.”
“Did we get any rest?” Marc asked Lance.
“I barely remember that there were a couple days were we weren’t traveling.”
Marc’s grin widened, “Yes. There were a few days. Wasn’t there?”
“And nights,” Lance said softly as he gave Marc a soft kiss on the lips.
“Ah, some quality time,” Lynn said. “I’m so happy for you two.”
“How did the visit with your family go?” Lynn asked Lance.
“Better then I could ever imagine.”
“Then I take it you were a hit with the family?”
“For the most part," Marc said.
"My grandmother wasn’t to thrilled with me bringing home a Yankee,” Lance laughed.
“Really?” Lynn chuckled.
Joey looked up as Marc came into the kitchen. “Who just left?” Joey asked.
Marc leaned against the kitchen counter, “Pete and Johnny.”
“I was surprised they stayed so long.”
“Johnny seemed interested in my studio. Wanted to know how I was going to use it.”
“I kind of wondered that myself. Are you planning of doing your own recording?”
“In a way. A lot of the time I just kind of like to just jam; making it up as I go. And I tend to do that for a long time. I have a program that takes what I’m playing and writes it down. A microphone picks up what I’m playing and my computer writes out the music. The only thing is the microphone picks up all sound.”
“And a soundproof studio lets you record only what you play without any outside noises,” Joey said with understanding.
Marc looked out the window onto the pool area seeing the rest of his friends sitting and talking. “Have you heard from Howie?”
Joey grinned, “I talked to him earlier today.”
“How long before their tour ends?”
“Tonight is their last show,” Joey said looking at his watch. He’s going to call me before they head back to the hotel.”
“Are they all coming back to Orlando?”
“No. Tomorrow they each head out in different directions. Brian and Kevin will be heading home to visit their families. AJ goes into rehearsal for his one-man show. Nick I imagine will be coming home to Orlando. And Howie will be spending a couple days in Miami with his family.”
“So the two of you won't be getting together until some time next week?” Marc asked.
“I’m afraid so,” Joe said sadly. “But there is nothing I can do.”
“Just hang in there, Joe,” Marc said giving his friend a pat on the shoulder. “You two are destined to get together.”
“I hope so,” giving Marc a weak smile.
Glancing once more out into the pool area Marc noticed Lace was engaged in a game with Justin and Chris. “Joe, I’m going to slip back to the other house. If Lance notices that I’m not here just tell him I went to prepare a surprise for him.”
Joey grinned, “How much time do you need? I’ll see to it he is kept busy until you’re ready.”
“Give me about half an hour.” Marc went down the hall next to his studio going out an emergency exit the city inspector insisted needed to be added for safety reasons. Staying in the shadows along the side of the yard Marc was able to make it to the house unnoticed.
Marc went into the bedroom across from the master bedroom. All the stuff they had shipped home was piled in one corner. Rummaging through the pile he found what he was looking for. He grinned as he carried his bundles into the master bedroom to prepare a little fun for Lance.
Lance pushed himself away from the table as their game came to an end. Looking around he didn’t see Marc. “Where is Marc?”
Joey quickly glanced at his watch. “He went over to the house.”
“He did? Why didn’t he say something if he wanted to go?”
“Ah, he said something about wanting to prepare something special for you,” Joey said.
Lance turned to look out across the dark yard at his house. There was a soft glow coming from his bedroom window. There were also lights on the ground floor and he was able to see movement in the kitchen, dinning room area.
Justin came up and stood next to Lance. “I wonder what he has planned?”
Lance sighed, “Lately with Marc, there is no telling what he is going to come up with.”
“You know it’s really dark out there,” Chris said looking out into the large yard.
“I think we’ll have to do some kind of path lighting,” Lance noted. “It is way too dark to safely cross the yard as it is now.”
As Lance made his statement a bright light came on in the patio door illuminating the dark space between the two houses.
Everyone’s attention was drawn to the bright light. A lone figure moved across in front of the light to be seen by the others only in silhouette.
“Ah, it looks like a cowboy,” Chris observed. Sure enough, the figure was wearing a cowboy hat. Very few details could be made out, but it looked like he was wearing chaps, a vest, and cowboy boots.
Lance started to get a nervous feeling in his stomach. He knew that was Marc over there and remembering what had happened in Texas he prayed that Marc wasn’t doing what he thought he was doing. The figure leaned against one of the posts holding up the roof over the patio, bring a leg up so his foot was resting against the post. >From this position Lance was certain Marc was in his boots and his vest hung loose. Bringing a hand up he tipped his hat back on his head with one finger. Marc’s head turned toward them as though he was waiting for someone.
“Ah, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Lance said as he headed out the door.
The guys were all grinning as they watched Lance quickly make his way across the yard.
Lance’s smile grew to a full out grin as he moved closer to his cowboy. ‘I can’t believe he is doing this,’ he thought.
As he walked up to Marc his fears were confirmed. Marc was in his boots, chaps, vest, and cowboy hat, nothing else. Running his eyes over the gorgeous hunk of man before him he chuckled, “Howdy, Cowboy.”
“Howdy, partner. See something you like?”
“Oh yes. I do see something I like.”
“Partner, you up for a little bronco riding?”
“What’s going on?” Chris asked. “I can’t make out anything.”
“It looks like they are just talking,” Justin said.
Chris went and got something from the bag he brought with a change of clothes. Returning he brought field glasses to his eyes. Adjusting the glasses his vision became clearer.
“Well cowboy, you ready to head up?” Lance asked.
Marc grinned as he pushed himself away from the post. “I’m always ready, partner.” Taking Lance’s out stretched hand they headed into the house.
Chris was grinning as he looked at Marc and Lance. ‘Nice touch, Marc. You look good with only the vest.’ As the couple turned to go in Chris gasped, “Shit!”
“What is it?” Joey asked.
“Oh nothing,” Chris said as he turned back to the house. “I’m going to head out. See you all tomorrow.”
“What was that all about?” Justin asked.
“Beats me,” Joey said with a shrug.
Chris pulled his car into the street. At the corner he stopped before making a right turn. Shaking his head he started to laugh. The sight when Marc pushed himself off the post and turning with Lance to go into the house stuck in his mind. He saw Marc was wearing chaps but he wasn’t prepared when Marc turned and Chris could see Marc wasn’t wearing any jeans under the chaps. He wasn’t wearing anything under them. Shaking his head he made his turn onto the highway.
When they entered the bedroom, Lance found it was lit by a dozen candles. Stepping into Marc’s embrace they kissed deeply.
Marc started to slowly undress Lance. As he slipped his shirt off Lance’s shoulders he leaned in and softly kissed each one. Loosening the tie string of Lance’s bathing suite he pushed it over his hips and let it fall to the floor. Lance was already half hard when Marc took his member into his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Oh yes!” Lance moaned.
“James, you up for something a little different tonight?”
“What do you have in mind?”
Marc turned his head to the bed. On the bed Lance saw his cowboy hat, vest and boots were laid out.
“I want you to make love to me,” Marc said softly. “And I want you to wear those.”
“Don’t you think the boots may not be such a good idea in bed?”
“Yeah, I see what you mean. We don’t want to end up tearing up the sheets.”
“Or not to mention the bruises we could give each other,” Lance added.
“Okay, but you have to wear the hat. A cowboy always wears his hat when he goes for a ride. And I intend to give you a hell of a ride.”
The smell of leather with a hint of sweat filled his nostrils. Blinking his eyes he saw only darkness. The sound of surf now became evident to his ears. And as he shifted his body he knew he was no longer lying in a soft bed but was lying on a warm beach. Reaching up Marc removed his hat from his face. Upon doing so he had to squint his eyes from the dazzling brightness of the sun over head. Sitting up he placed his hat on his head, tilting it back slightly. He knew this beach from his previous visits. Standing he brushed the sand off his jeans before looking around. “Yep, looks like the same beach.” Marc said to himself. “Now I know I’m asleep, and James is right beside me.” Marc reaches out with his mind to confirm that his guy was next to him. He felt the warm body laying half on top of him. “He’s still there. . . . . So why am I here? . . . This isn’t a normal dream, I’m aware that I’m dreaming.”
Sitting on the sand Marc reached out taking a hand full of sand. Holding his hand out in front of him he let the sand slowly slip between his fingers.
“What’s wrong, Boo?”
A smile spread across Marc’s face at the sound of the voice.
“Oh, I was just wondering why I’m here. I thought my friend Matt was behind this dream,” Marc said as he turned to the boy sitting next to him.
“No, Boo, it wasn’t your friend,” Ryan laughed. “It was me!”
“I’m glad it was you,” Marc said as he picked up his little brother, pulling him onto his lap and giving him a big hug.
Ryan returned his big brothers hug.
“Okay, Ry, what’s going on? I can’t believe the big guy would just let you come see me whenever you wanted.”
“You’re right. But he knows when he needs a message delivered I’m willing to help out.”
“Not really a message. It’s just a suggestion.”
“A suggestion from the big guy is still is kind of heavy. What was his suggestion?”
Ryan looked out over the water, like he was searching for the answer. “Boo, your life is becoming complicated. A lot of new things have happened lately.”
“You’re right there, buddy. I’ve got a new dad and sister. And I’ve just moved in with James,” Marc said. Then a thought came to him. “Ry, how do you feel about Tom and Sara?”
“I’m glad you found them, Boo. So are mom and dad. We know you aren’t replacing us.”
A wave of shadiness sweep over Marc. “In a way I did. Since I can’t remember all of you, I, I.”
Ryan wrapped his arms around Marc’s neck. “We understand you need someone in your life. In time you will remember everything and everybody.”
Ryan’s embrace was what Marc needed.
“Boo, I’m to tell you that you need to follow your heart.”
“Follow my heart? I don’t understand.”
“I don’t really know myself. I was just told that your life is getting complicated. And if you follow your heart everything will work out all right.”
“Just follow my heart? I’m not sure I can trust my heart.”
“Why? Your heart hasn’t let you down yet. If you didn’t follow your heart would you be with James?”
‘You’re right there. With James I had no choice. He captured my heart the first time I met him.”
“So all you need to do is follow your heart,” Ryan said as he scooted off Marc’s lap. “Come on, Boo. Walk with me.”
Marc got up and took Ryan’s out stretched hand. They walked along the water line stopping every now and then to skip stones across the water.
“Boo, the other night you had a dream,” Ryan said. “Can you tell me about it?”
Marc stood there thinking. Remembering a dream involving Lance and some chocolate syrup Marc began to blush.
Ryan saw his brother blushing and laughed, “Not that one, silly. The one you had up at the lake.”
“Oh! The one about the picnic,” Marc finally understood. “It’s the same dream I’ve had before.”
“Yes it was the same one. But wasn’t there a difference?”
Marc stopped and looked out over the water. “Yes, you’re right. There was a difference.”
“What was it?”
“Not all the faces were blank. . . I saw your face and I saw. . . his.”
“Who’s?” Ryan asked.
“You know. My twin.”
“Are you sure he is your twin?”
“Of course he is my twin. He looks just like me.”
“Did he really?”
Marc frowned, “No. Not exactly. . . . He looked some what like I look, the same but still different.”
“How was he different?”
Marc thought it over for a moment. “His hair was shorter then mine. . . His arms seemed more developed then mine. . . Oh, yeah! His one eyebrow had a gap in it.”
“That’s because you hit me in the face with a Badminton racket when we were six,” a voice came behind Marc.
Marc’s heart skipped a beat. Ryan looked up at his brother with a big smile on his face. Marc gulped as he turned around to look into the smiling face of his twin.
After a long silence Marc managed to say, “You’re here.” Hesitantly Marc reached out to touch the shoulder of the young man before him. The young mans arms came up and pulled Marc into a hug. Marc’s arms wrapped around his brother as he silently started to cry.
“Hey! Boo, what’s with the tears?”
Marc fought to control his emotions. Pulling back slightly Marc looked into the eyes of his brother. “David, I’m sorry. I’m acting like a wuss.”
“Boo, what did you just call him?” Ryan asked.
Marc looked at the smiling face of his twin and firmly stated, “I call him David. It is David, isn’t it?”
“That’s what Mom and Dad call me. But I prefer. . “
“Davey,” Marc said.
“Yeah,” Davey said.
“I told you it would work,” Ryan said giving Davey a poke in the arm.
“You were right, Squirt,” Davey said as he stepped back to take a good look at his brother. “You’ve filled out Boo. And what’s this?” Davy asked as he ran his hand over Marc’s beard.”
“I like it,” Ryan proudly said. “And his boyfriend likes it too. You’re just jealous because you were never able to grow a beard.”
“I could too grow a beard,” Davey protested.
“Beard!” Marc laughed. “Is that what you called those six hairs on your chin?”
“How do you know that?” Davey asked with surprise.
“I don’t know. I just did.”
“See, he is remembering,” Ryan said.
“How much are you remembering, Boo?” Davey inquired.
Marc pushed his hat back farther on his head and sighed. “Not much really. When I saw you, your name just popped into my head.”
“Well that’s a start. Just give it time, Boo and you will remember everything again.”
“You know what the worst part of this is? The worst part is not knowing why you two call me Boo.”
Ryan and Davey roared with laughter.
“Come on guys,” Marc pleaded. “Why do you call me Boo?”
“I’m sorry, bro,” Davey chuckled. “But we have orders. We can’t tell you.”
“That really sucks,” Marc grumbled. “My name must really be awful.”
“It’s not that bad,” Ryan giggled.
“We could start calling you cowboy,” Davy offered with a mischievous grin.
Marc immediately started to blush.
“I loved the line. “A cowboy always wears his hat when he goes for a ride. And I intend to give you a hell of a ride.” Davey laughed.
“Oh, God! Do you all know everything I do or say?”
“Not everything bro. But we do watch over you from time to time.”
Marc turned his gaze to Ryan. “Do you watch everything, too?”
“Only the parts Mom and Dad will let me see,” Ryan said a little annoyed.
“Davey, when we were growing up. Did you know I was gay?”
Davey’s expression turned serious. “Boo, we can’t answer any questions about our past.
It’s up to you to discover those answers.”
Marc sighed, “If I can’t ask about me past. Can I ask you about something in the present?”
Davy nodded, “I think so.”
“You are aware of my relationship with my James. How do you feel about it?”
Davey looked out over the water before he replied. “I’m happy you found someone to love, Boo. Your James is a good man and he loves you deeply. I don’t really understand your relationship. But it’s your thing, not mine. As long as you two love each other it is all that counts.”
A sly smile spread across Marc’s face, he got the answer he wanted. Davey was straight.
“Shit!” Davey shouted. A clap of thunder rumbled overhead. “Sorry,” Davey said looking up into the sky.
Marc started to laugh.
“You tricked me.”
“No I didn’t. You just gave me more of an answer than I expected.”
Ryan rolled his eyes, “Will you two behave yourselves. Some things never change.”
Davy looked at Marc with a devilish grin. Both boys turned to their younger brother, and started tickling him. Ryan shouted with glee as he writhed under his brothers' attack.
“We should stop before we make him pee his pants,” Marc said.
“We can’t make him pee,” Davey said as he also stopped.
“Angels don’t pee,” Ryan giggled.
Marc looked to Davey as he nodded to confirm the fact.
Ryan and Davey both looked out over the water as if someone had called them. “Bro, it’s time for us to go,” Davey said as he got to his feet.
Marc was saddened that his time with his brothers was coming to an end. “I don’t want you to go.”
“We know,” Ryan said. “It’s not forever.”
Marc picked Ryan up and gave him a hug. “I love you, Squirt.”
“I love you too, Boo.”
Marc put his brother down then turned to find Davey holding out his arms. “Come here Cowboy and give me a hug.”
Marc went into his brother's arms. “I’m sorry Davey.”
“Sorry for what?”
“That I didn’t die. You could have been the one to live.”
Davey pushed Marc back with a frown. “Don’t you ever think that again!”
“But you would have lived,” Marc said near tears.
“It doesn’t work that way, Cowboy. The big guy has plans for each of us. His plan for you required you to go on.”
“It’s so unfair. I get to go on and you, you, . . “
“Go on also,” Davey stated.
“Yeah, the big guy had plans for me.”
“What plans?” Marc asked.
“I’m now an guardian angel.”
“Wow! You watch over someone?”
“Davey, we got to go.”
“Ah, are you guys just going to vanish before my eyes?”
“No, Boo,” Ryan giggled.
“You need to lay back down in the sand,” Davey said. “Now just close your eyes and go back to your guy.”
“I love you two,” Marc said as he settled himself onto the sand. Placing his hat back over his eyes he closed them and drifted back to Lance.
Ryan took Davey’s hand as they walked down the beach. Within ten steps the figure of their brother had faded away.
“Don’t be sad Davey. You will get to see him soon.”
“I know, Ry.”
“You are so lucky. It won’t be so long until he finds your assignment. Then you can watch over both of them.”
Davey looked down at his brother and smiled. “Your right, Ry.”
The call of a full bladder brought Marc awake. Slipping out from under Lance he made his way to the bathroom. Even though not fully awake Marc managed to get pointed into the right direction before letting lose a powerful stream of piss.
Marc sighed as the pressure subsided. A smile spread across his face as he remembered his dream.
Returning to the bedroom Marc looked down on his love. Sitting next to Lance he ran the back of his hand down the side of his loves face.
Lance awakened from his sleep with Marc’s soft caress. Stretching, Lance softly said, “Morning.”
“Morning,” Marc chuckled.
“What time is it?”
“Almost seven thirty.”
“Seven thirty! Come back to bed.”
“How about you getting out of bed.”
“Why? We don’t have anything planned.”
“It’s Sunday. And we are not on tour,” Marc pointed out. “How about we get dressed and go to church?”
Lance studied Marc closely. “You want to go to church?”
Marc nodded. “I think it’s time I got reacquainted with the big guy.”
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