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.
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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
Marc and Lance were cuddling on the couch enjoying some quiet time together. The lights were low and soft music was playing in the background.
“There you are,” Diane said entering the living room. Jim and Tom entered right behind her.
“Were you looking for us?” Marc asked.
“We want to talk to you two,” Tom announced.
Bobby had just come out of the studio when he saw JC and Sara. “Have you seen my. . . Marc?”
Sara smiled, “That wasn’t what you wanted to say, is it?”
Bobby blushed at the near slip up. “No. I was going to say my Dad.”
Sara pulled Bobby into a hug. “That sounds a lot better. Your Dad and Lance are over at the house.”
“Thanks,” Bobby said as he turned to leave.
“We are just saying, have you really thought this through?” Tom asked.
“What are you going to do with him when you are both on tour?” Diane asked. “You two need to think about the boy and what. . . . “ Diane froze in mid statement when she saw Bobby standing in the doorway.
Marc looked to where Diane was staring and spotted Bobby as he turned and ran out.
“Shit!” Marc swore as he got up to follow after him.
Marc stepped into the dark back yard and stopped as he searched the shadows for Bobby.
“Do you see him?” Lance asked as he stood next to Marc.
“No. There is no way out of the yard except through the two houses,” Marc softly said.
Marc couldn’t discern any movement in the yard. Pulling out his cell Marc made a call.
“Yo,” Joey answered.
“Joe, this is Marc. I need you to kill the music over there.”
“Bobby overheard part of a conversation and became really upset. He’s somewhere in the back yard but we can’t see him.”
“K, I’ll see it’s done. Do you need help finding him?”
“No. Just keep an eye out for him, if he tries to slip through your way.”
“K, good luck.”
The music disappeared and the only sounds that could be heard; was the sound of cars on the road two blocks away and the sounds of the night. Marc slowly turned his head as he strained to hear anything out of the ordinary. A soft sniffle to Marc’s left gave him a hint where Bobby was hiding.
Marc and Lance moved into the shadows slowly making their way toward the new sounds.
Bobby was curled up under a tree. Marc sat down next to Bobby with Lance sitting on the other side.
Marc placed his arm around Bobby’s shoulder. “Son.”
Bobby looked at Marc with tear-streaked cheeks. “They don’t want you to be my dad.”
“Why do you think that?” Marc asked.
“I heard them. They don’t think you can take care of me.”
“That’s not what they were saying,” Lance said.
“They were just pointing out at times my schedule and Lance's schedule could make it hard on us to take care of you. I have concerts scheduled for the first of the year in Japan and Lance and the guys have a new CD coming out soon and then they will be out touring.”
“I could go with you on tour,” Bobby said hopefully.
Marc chuckled, “There will be times that you will be able to join us on tour. But that’s only when you are not in school.”
“Yes, school. You're not going to get out of school because one or both of us are out of town,” Marc said.
“That’s what we were talking about,” Lance said. “At times we will need some help and our parents were offering us that help.”
“How will they help?” Bobby asked.
“We don’t know. It depends on when and how long we will be away. If it’s just a couple days I’m sure my mom would come down and stay with you,” Lance said.
“Or if it’s a longer time you may go stay with Diane and Jim or my dad and Sara.
“But you will still be my dads?”
“Yeah, I’m afraid so,” Marc said giving Bobby a hug.
“If I’m out of school, will I be able to go on tour with you?”
Marc and Lance looked at each other. Lance seemed to defer to Marc on this question.
“Son, the life on tour is very hard. There are constant traveling, interviews, rehearsals, and shows. You would become bored quickly, with nothing to do.”
“We would travel. We could see the sights.”
“A lot of times the only thing we see is our hotel rooms and the venue where we are performing,” Lance pointed out.
Bobby looked disappointed.
“Son, that only means we have to choose our time to visit when Lance and the guys have a day off.”
Lance looked up from his book as Marc came into the bedroom. “You got him settled in?”
“Yeah,” Marc said with a smile. “He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.”
Lance looked over the top of his eyeglasses as Marc started to undress. “Are you sure he’s asleep?”
“He’s dead to the world,” Marc chuckled. “I’m going to take a shower. Want to join me?”
Lance closed his book and was off the bed in a flash. By the time he had gotten to the bathroom his clothing lay on the floor behind him.
A long relaxing shower with a lot of kissing and groping turned up the heat. They knew they had to be quiet so Lance was not surprised when Marc replaced his deep probing tongue with a clean washcloth. Marc sank to his knees searching for something to fill his mouth. He found a very hard, eight inches of oozing male flesh to help keep him from making too much noise. Lance was so horny it only took only a few minutes to give his lover his seed. After he recovered his strength, Lance offered the washcloth to Marc as he slid to his knees before his lover.
Lance was not sure what had waked him. He was snuggled next to his sleeping lover. Then he heard a muffled cry from across the hall. Sitting up Lance strained to catch any thing else coming from Bobby’s room. He heard soft whimpers. “Marc, you need to wake up. I think Bobby needs you,” Lance said softly as he nudged Marc. Marc’s only reaction was to mumble, “Love you,” and make soft kissing sounds.
With a sigh Lance slipped out of bed and went to check on Bobby. Lance slowly opened Bobby’s door finding him curled up with his pillow clutched tightly. Only his wide frightened eyes could be seen over the top of his pillow. Lance knelt next to Bobby’s bed. “Bobby, what’s wrong?”
When Bobby’s eyes focused on Lance he relaxed visibly. “I, I woke up and didn't know where I was. I was scared.”
“I know what you mean,” Lance said as he sat on the edge of the bed. “It happens to me all the time when I’m on tour. I’m so tired when I go to bed and when I wake in the middle of the night I’m never sure what city I’m in.”
“What do you do?”
“I think back to the last thing I remember before falling asleep. Most of the time that memory gives me some clue as to where I am. What’s the last thing you remember?”
Marc stood outside Bobby’s door listening to Lance's story. He had heard Bobby’s cries and was about to go check on him when he felt Lance stir next to him. He lay with his eyes closed as Lance sat up. He heard Bobby’s whimpers and was about to open his eyes when he felt Lance nudge him. “Marc, you need to wake up. I think Bobby needs you,” Lance had said softly. Still playing possum Marc mumbled, “Love you,” and snuggled deeper in his pillow making a kissing sound. He felt Lance get up and watched through slit eyes as Lance left the room. Slipping out of bed he silently followed Lance and stood outside the door to Bobby’s room.
“I remember my dad helping me get ready for bed.”
Lance smiled at Bobby using “my dad” for Marc.
Bobby smiled as he realized Lance’s little trick told him exactly where he was. “I’m in Orlando with you and Dad.”
“That’s right,” Lance said as he fluffed Bobby’s pillow and placed it behind Bobby’s head. “Do you think you can get back to sleep?”
Bobby nodded, “Will you tuck me in?”
Lance tucked Bobby in then leaned down to give Bobby a kiss on the forehead. Before Lace could pull back Bobby’s arms shot out around Lance’s neck pulling him back so Bobby could give Lance a good night kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Pop.”
“Goodnight, Son,” a stunned Lance said.
Marc was back in bed when Lance wandered back into their room. Lance didn’t notice Marc was watching him as he climbed into bed. Lance was brought out of his stupor when Marc rolled over and gave him a kiss.
“What was that for?” Lance asked.
“For being a great Pop.”
“How?” Lance’s eyes narrowed. “You were awake.”
“Why did you lay there?”
“Bobby is going to be our son. He’s a great kid but he does have a few issues.”
“That and some emotional issues. He is still working through the grief of losing his parents. And his self-esteem needs major work.”
“What’s going to happen when he loses his grandmother?”
“It’s going to be hard on him. But unlike losing his parents he has some time to come to grips with what's going to happen. He also has the knowledge that he won’t be alone; he has a new family to love and care for him.”
“He has a new Dad,” Lance said with a glint in his eye.
“He also has a new Pop,” Marc said as he gave Lance a kiss.
Marc was drifting on the edge of sleep; that state where you are just about awake but could easily return to slumber. He could feel the warm body spooned up behind him and the feathery touch of Lance’s breath on the back of his neck. He figured it was nearing time to get up by the light filtering in through his closed eyelids. He was debating whether to open his eye or to slip back to sleep when a shadow of something fell across his eyelids. Opening his eyes just a slit at first taking a few seconds to adjust to the light. Something moved closer to him, coming into better focus.
“Morning Sport,” Marc chuckled as he noticed Bobby was fully dressed.
“Hey Dad, it’s time to get up.”
“What time is it?” Lance mumbled from behind Marc.
“Five thirty,” Bobby said as he moved closer to see Lance behind Marc.
“Five thirty!” Lance moaned. “It’s too early to be getting up.”
“Why are you up and dressed so early?” Marc asked. “We won’t be leaving for another couple hours.”
“I’m too excited to sleep. And I wasn’t the only one. Grandma Diane was up also.”
“That’s not surprising,” Lance said with a yawn. “She always gets up early.”
“She’s starting breakfast. She sent me to get you two up.”
Bobby was leaning over the bed so he could see Lance while they talked. Marc grabbed Bobby and pulled him onto the bed between Lance and himself. Lance must have known what was going to happen because he scooted over as Marc grabbed Bobby. Before Bobby knew what was happening he found himself the victim of a tickle attack.
Diane had just finished frying the last of the bacon when a giggling Bobby came bounding into the kitchen.
“Are they up?” Diane asked.
“Yeah, they're up,” Bobby answered with a giggle.
“What’s gotten into you this morning?”
“I made the mistake of getting to close to them when I woke them up.”
“Why was it a mistake?”
“I got attacked by the tickle monsters,” Bobby managed to get out before the giggles started again.
Diane just shook her head as she gave Bobby a loaf of bread. “You want to start making toast?”
“Sure, how much?”
“Just do the whole loaf.”
As the last of the breakfast dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, Justin and Josh showed up followed right behind by Chris and Joey.
“It looks like we’re all here,” Chris observed.
“Looks like our ride has just pulled up,” Joey said after checking out the front window.
Everyone gathered their things and headed out. Bobby was staring with his mouth open at their transportation. Marc read disappointment in Bobby’s eyes. “What’s wrong, Sport?”
“I was hoping for another limo.”
Draping an arm over Bobby’s shoulder Marc pulled him closer. “Limos are cool. And they have their place. For concerts, award shows, and weddings they are great. But for theme parks they are just not right. We want to have fun today so I think keeping a low profile would be best.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Bobby’s spirits rose when he noticed the two white vans were Disney
Courtesy vans. “Cool!”
Lou sat in his suite, at the Flamingo, gazing out the window as he finished his breakfast. After his arrival yesterday he decided to have a laid-back evening. After having a delicious meal at the Paradise Garden Buffet, he topped the evening off with a visit to Second City Theater for an evening of comic sketches. Yes, last night had put him in a good mood and he was looking forward to meeting with his guest this morning. After his room service cart had been picked up Lou opened his large briefcase. He laid out the stacks of reports and three computer data disks.
There was a knock at the door. Lou glanced at his watch, a smile spread across his face as he answered his door.
“You’re right on time,” Lou said as he greeted his guest.
“Time is money,” the slim young woman said as she entered.
“Is that everything?" she asked indicating the table by the window.
“Yes, everything you asked for.”
Placing her laptop on the table she quickly booted up. Picking up one of the disks she slipped it into the computer. “What are you looking for?” she asked.
“The tour was very profitable, a little too profitable. I need you to use your talents to shave off . . . let's say. . twenty percent?”
The young woman arched an eyebrow at Lou’s request. “That much is going to take a bit longer then last time.”
“It’s no problem. I’ve booked this room for the whole week.”
After looking over the numbers displayed on her screen she turned to Lou, “It looks like it will take that long. You want me to make it look like last time?”
“Yes, you did a great job last year.”
“Last year was fairly easy. But with the amount you are talking about it’s going to take a lot more work. And my fee will be double of last time.”
“That’s fine. Just remember nothing leaves this room.”
The *Nsync hoard descended on the Magic Kingdom with a vengeance. All the rides were on everyone's agenda. It became evident that the grandparents had taken the reigns of leadership as they dragged everyone toward the fastest and most exciting rides.
As the heat of the day increased the group headed over to MGM Studios. One of the first stops was the 50's Prime Time Café for lunch. The group was large enough they had to be seated at two tables. Even though the tables were next to each other each group felt they were sitting in their own 50's kitchenette. Each table had it’s own 50's style black and white television where you could enjoy some of your favorite classic sitcom “Moms” on the television sets. The food offered was old fashioned comfort foods; meat loaf, fried chicken, pot roast and milk shakes. The portions were generous but everyone managed to leave enough room for a slice of "Mom’s, Apple Pie."
After their lunch they took the Disney MGM Studios Back lot Tour allowing their meal to settle before heading for the more adventurous rides.
As the heat of the afternoon started to wane the group made the move to the third park of the day, Epcot. Bobby stood looking up at the centerpiece of Epcot; the glistening geosphere known as Spaceship Earth. Marc was standing behind Bobby, as his gaze kept moving up, and up. Marc reacted quickly as Bobby lost his balance when he leaned back to far trying to see the top.
“Easy there, Son,” Marc chuckled.
“Isn’t it awesome?”
“It’s even better on the inside,” Marc said as he nudged the boy forward.
“Everyone enjoyed Spaceship Earth and the Innoventions Pavilion caught Bobby’s and Marc’s attention. The IBM and Apple computer displays had Marc almost drooling.
Joey and Justin were the first to leave Innoventions steeping out into Innoventions Plaza to watch the dancing waters of the plaza fountain.
“Do you hear that?” Joey asked, tilting his head slightly.
Justin quickly understood what Joey was getting at as the rhythm beat of drums became louder. Glancing down the street a green mass approached.
“Isn’t that. . . “ Joey started to say.
“Yeah, it is,” Justin said with a grin. “You want to grab Marc?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” Joey dashed back into Innoventions to get everyone.
Joey wouldn’t tell anyone what was going on he just told them they had to come and see something.
It only took Marc a few seconds to understand why Joey was so excited. Moving into concert formation in front of the fountain was the Madison Scouts, Drum and Bugle Corps.
“Wow! It’s a marching band,” Bobby said.
“It’s not just a marching band,” Marc said as he pulled the boy against his chest. “That good, Sir, is the Madison Scouts Drum and Bugle Corp.
Turning slightly, Bobby looked up at Marc. “Really? You know something about them?”
Justin and Lance looked at each other and grinned.
The evening was spent investigating the World Showcase. Strolling from pavilion to pavilion, taking in the sights and atmosphere of each country. Shopping for souvenirs, sampling the varied cuisine of each country. The best part was watching the street performers like the Chinese acrobats as they defy gravity, flying through the air, diving through hoops, forming human pyramids. Or the best of Mariachi music in the festive market inside the Mexico Pavilion. And the unexpected surprises like when they were walking the streets the French pavilion and Bobby stopped to take a closer look at a pair of marble statues. He about shit his pants when the hand of one of the statues came to rest on the top of his head. As luck would have it Diane, Sara, and Lance manage to get pictures of Bobby’s priceless expression. It didn’t take long before everyone wanted to have their picture take with the living statues.
As the day wound down the group had gathered with drinks and snacks down by the Epcot Lagoon in front of the USA pavilion. A cooling breeze was coming off the lagoon.
“When does the park close?” Bobby asked Marc.
“It closes at nine.”
“Then I guess we’ll be leaving soon,” Bobby said with a long face.
“Not until they kick us out,” Lance said. “As soon as it gets dark enough the best show will start.”
Just then several pops could be heard across the lagoon. Everyone turned toward the noise when rockets exploded high above the lagoon filling the sky with millions of shimmering lights; IllumiNations had begun.
Marc turned in his seat to see how Bobby was holding up. Bobby was sitting between Chris and Joey. Marc smiled when he saw Bobby snuggled up to Joey fast asleep.
Joey smiled at Marc, “I think we wore him out.”
“No you didn’t,” Bobby softly said.
“You look mighty comfortable,” Marc chuckled.
“I am,” Bobby said as he opened one eye. “Uncle Joey is good to cuddle with.”
“I know what you mean,” Marc said as he turned back in his seat giving Lance a wink.
It was close to midnight when everyone headed off to bed. To Marc’s chagrin when he went to check on Bobby he found him wide-awake and still hyper from their Disney visit.
“Those parks are so cool!” Bobby bubbled. “Will we be able to go back?”
“I got us all family passes. We can go back as often as we want.”
“Can we go back tomorrow?”
Marc had to laugh. “We could. If you want to give up Universal Studios.”
“We’re going to Universal Studios? Oh! Man, I always wanted to see Universal Studios.”
“Well that’s what I had planned,” Marc said as he got Bobby into bed.
“Where else are we going?”
“There’s a lots to see. We could drive over to Tampa and visit Busch Gardens. Or Sea World is just down the road from Universal Studios.”
“Can we see them all?”
“We may not have time to do all of them this visit,” Marc said as he sat on the edge of Bobby’s bed.
“Do I get to come back for visits?”
“Yes you can come back to visit. When you are not in school and I’m not out of town on tour.”
Bobby lay silent for a couple minutes.
“What’s wrong son?”
“I just realized that some day I won’t be just be coming to visit.”
“Yes, some day you will be coming here to live. How do you feel about that?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll be sad because it will mean I no longer will have Grandma. . . But I’m glad that I will be coming to live with my dad and pop.”
Marc smiled down at Bobby. “Let’s hope your grandmother stays around for a long time. Just remember, you have a large family that loves you and will be there for you when the time comes.”
Bobby let out a large yawn; with sleepy eyelids he reached up to hug Marc. Giving him a kiss on the cheek he said, “Thanks for a great day, Dad. I love you.”
“I love you too, Son. Good night.”
The next day everyone was up early. After a good breakfast the group headed for Universal Studios.
Once again it was almost midnight when the now tuckered group made it home from the theme park. The weather forecast for the next day put it as a forty percent chance of rain in the morning. It was decided that everyone would sleep in later and see what they were going to do, depending on the weather.
Marc woke still spooned behind Lance. The low rumble of thunder was what had awakened him. The soft patter of rain on the window told him no theme parks today.
Lance stirred slightly. “Is it raining?” he mumbled.
“Sounds like it, Love,” Marc said as he kissed the back of Lance’s neck. “Go back to sleep, we don’t have to get up.”
“Good,” Lance said as he snuggled back against Marc, pulling Marc’s arms tighter around him.
The smell of bacon cooking woke Lance and Marc about the same time.
“That smells so good,” Marc said as he rolled onto his back.
“It’s still raining out,” Lance observed. “ Who’s cooking?”
“Do you think your mom came over?” Marc asked just as a crash came from down stairs.
Springing out of bed they jumped into shorts before rushing down to see what had happened.
Entering the kitchen they found Bobby kneeling picking up pieces of a broken bowl.
Bobby looked up as they came into the room. “I’m sorry,” he said pleadingly. “I didn’t mean to.”
Marc knelt next to Bobby as Lance moved the pan of cooking bacon off the burner. “What happened?” Marc asked.
“I was going to surprise you and make breakfast,” Bobby said his voice cracking on the verge of tears. “I didn’t mean to break the bowl.”
Marc hugged the boy to him. “Don’t worry about it. It was an accident.”
Lance picked up the last of the bowl and tossed it in the trash. A quick sweep with a broom and dustpan made it safe to continue with the breakfast preparations.
“What are we having for breakfast?” Marc asked. “Besides bacon.”
“I was going to make pancakes too,” Bobby said as he looked at the trashcan.
Lance pulled out another bowl and put it on the counter. “Do you want some help?”
“No, I can do it.” Looking at the two men dressed only in shorts. “Why don’t you two get dressed and I’ll have breakfast ready in half a hour.”
Breakfast turned out great and everyone enjoyed the time together just being a family. The three of them worked together to clean up the kitchen. As the last of the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, Justin and Joey came in shaking off the rain.
“Hey, guys. What’s up?” Marc asked.
“It looks like it’s going to rain all day,” Joey answered.
“And we thought we’d come and kidnap our nephew and hit a couple malls,” Justin said with a grin.
“Oh, yeah!” Bobby shouted. “Can I go?”
“Sure,” Marc said. “Go change your clothes.”
“All right! I’ll be right back,” Bobby said as he headed out to change.
Marc turned to his two friends. “Now I don’t want you two buying him everything he sees.”
“Who? Us?” Joey said while trying to look innocent.
Marc just shook his head. “Try not to go too overboard. All right?”
Justin and Joey looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. “Sure, what ever you say.”
Lance hung up the phone with a sigh.
“Well? What’s the story?” Marc asked.
“Since it is going to rain all day Chris said he was going to spend the day with his girlfriend. And when Josh finally answered his cell he and Sara had already left to spend the day together.”
Marc was standing at the patio doors watching the menacing sky. Lance came up behind Marc, wrapping his arms around him. Lightening flashed across the sky and Marc could feel Lance tighten up.
“It’s not safe to stand at a window during a thunderstorm,” Lance said nervously.
“It’s safe,” Marc said as he watched the arc of lightening streak across the sky. Lance had stepped away from Marc and patio door.
“There is such beauty in a bolt of lightening,” Marc said softly.
“Do you realize we have the house to ourselves?” Lance said seductively, hoping to pull Marc’s attention away from what was going on outside.
The sky light up one more time. A smile spread across his face as what Lance had just said. “We are alone, aren’t we? . . . . Do you have any ideas?”
Lance chewed on his bottom lip as a slight blush rose. “How about cowboys?”
Marc’s grin got larger, “Well partner, you up to a little bronco riding?”
Lance’s blush deepened, “That sounds like a good start.”
Bobby noticed Joey looking at his watch as they made their way to their car; their arms loaded with packages. “It’s getting late,” Bobby remarked. “Do you think we’ve given them enough time?”
“What do you mean, enough time?” Justin asked.
“Don’t you think I couldn’t figure out why we are spending the day together?”
“It’s because you're family now, little dude,” Joey said.
“And it’s was a good way to give my dads some time together,” Bobby giggled.
“That too,” Justin laughed.
The rain had finally stopped. As they were walking across the parking lot someone called out Joey’s name.
Bobby was a little nervous; he had heard stories about fans that got out of control. He relaxed when he saw Joey and Justin seemed to know this guy.
“Hay, D. When did you get back in town?” Justin asked.
“I got in this morning,” Howie answered. “Who’s your friend?”
“A new member of our family,” Joey said as he placed an arm over Bobby’s shoulder.
“This is our new nephew, Bobby Brown. Bobby, this is our friend Howie Dorugh,” Joey made the introductions.
Bobby scrutinized Howie for a couple seconds then his gaze moved to Joey and Justin. “Isn’t he your enemy?”
“No, he’s not our enemy,” Joey laughed.
“He’s part of the competition,” Justin added.
“And he’s our friend and a friend of your dads,” Joey said.
“Ah, I’m lost here,” Howie said. “Did you say dads?”
Joey put his arm over Howie’s shoulder, “Marc, is his dad.”
Surprise and puzzlement showed on Howie’s face.
“It’s a long story,” Joey laughed. “You doing anything?”
“No, not really.”
“We’re heading back to Lance and Marc’s place,” Justin said. “Why don’t you come with us?”
“Ok, I’ll follow.”
Joey and Howie exchanged a look. “Hey D. I’ll ride with you. That way you won’t have to try to keep up with, lead foot Timberlake.”
Justin was determined to prove Joey’s remark about having a lead foot wrong by driving just under the speed limit. The two vehicles pulled into Lance’s driveway.
“I see you managed to keep up,” Justin chided as they entered the house.
Marc looked up as the group of shoppers came in. Each was loaded with packages and it dawned on him that their number had grown.
“Hi, Dad, we’re back,” Bobby called out.
“I can see that,” Marc laughed. “Who’s your new friend?”
Bobby froze. “He, he said he knew you.”
Marc squinted at the group. “Oh yes, I remember you. You ready to come join a real group?”
Howie flipped Marc the bird.
Laughing Marc pulled Howie into an embrace. “It’s good to see you, my friend.”
“It’s good to see you too. And congratulation on becoming a father.”
“Thank you,” Marc said. “How did the tour go?”
“It was very tiring. We all were glad to see it end.”
“We know that feeling,” Lance said joining the group. Looking at all the packages he added, “I see your Uncle Justin had a good time.”
“Hey! The kid needed some style. Besides, I wasn’t alone.”
“Including a new do,” Marc chuckled.
“You don’t like it?” Bobby asked with a hint of disappointment.
“No, son, I love it. I was laughing because they did the same thing to me not to long ago.”
“And your make over turned out great,” Lance said as he wrapped his arms around Marc’s neck.
“Is that how I got your attention?” Marc asked.
“No. You had my attention from the very first time I saw you,” Lance said giving Marc a gentle kiss.
Rolling his eyes Bobby headed up to his room. “I’m going to put these in my room.”
Taking the bags from Howie and Joey, Justin followed. “Do you think we forgot anything?”
“Yes. I’m going to need another suitcase,” Bobby said over his shoulder.
“Just pack the stuff you want to take back with you,” Marc call after them. “Leave the rest here. That way you won’t have to pack so much when you come to visit.”
A big grin spread across Bobby’s face. “I like that idea.”
After the bags had been put up everyone went over to the studio. Diane welcomed Howie like a long lost son. Marc remembered the moms club covered the families of both groups. Of course entering from the back of the house introduced Howie to the party area of the house. His comment about what a great place it would be to party was not unexpected. When Marc showed him the studio Howie looked around in stunned silence.
“This is a first class setup you have here, Marc.”
“It did turn out better than I planned.”
JC and Sara showed up later in the evening. Out of sheer habit Howie started flirting with Sara. It only took JC a second to let Howie know she already had interests in someone else.
That evening turned out great. Howie trying to one up the *Nsync guys on tour fan horror stories. In the end everything came out about even. As the evening was breaking up Howie agreed to accompany them the next day to Busch Gardens in Tampa.
Joey and Howie had been talking off by themselves. Marc noticed Howie make a phone call then the two of them came over and joined Marc and Lance.
“What’s up, guys?” Marc asked after noticing mischief in their eyes.
“Well, we’ve been to Busch Gardens before.” Howie said. “And we know by mid afternoon we will have covered the whole park. Did you have any plans for the rest of the day?”
“Not really,” Marc said. “Just some sight seeing. Do you have any ideas?”
“I have a beach house we could use,” Howie said. “The beach is private so we won’t be bothered. We could have a cookout on the beach and watch the sunset before heading home.”
“That’s a wonderful idea,” Diane said. “What a lovely way to end our trip.”
The eager group arrived at the park a half hour before the gates opened. Being on the VIP list allowed them to get into the park before the crowds were let in. Using their advantage they hit the most popular rides first.
One thing about doing the rides first it meant every one was soaking wet and were in the mood for a less exciting, and dryer adventures. When it came time for lunch the consensus was for Bar-B-Que. The Stanleyville Smokehouse filled the bill and everyone's appetites.
By mid afternoon everyone was in the mood for a change. After a quick stop at a grocery for fixings for a cookout they made their way up the cost to Howie’s beach house. The view of the Gulf was spectacular. The beaches along this part of the coast were private. The nearest houses were about a quarter mile to each side.
“Totally awesome!” Bobby declared as he headed out onto the beach.
“Not so fast,” Marc called out.
Just then Bobby stepped onto some loose sand and lost his balance.
“You all right?” Marc asked as he knelt next to Bobby.
Bobby rolled over, embarrassed but giggling at his lack of grace. “I hope no one got a picture of that.”
Diane, Tom and Joey all held up their cameras.
Burying his face in his arms he moaned, “Oh noooo.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Justin said kneeling next to Bobby. “At least they are family. Every time one of us does something stupid we end up on the front pages of some magazine. The worst that could happen to you is they will use it someday to blackmail you.”
“Or show it to a perspective girl friend,” Diane said with an evil smile.
After covering everyone with a new layer of sun block everyone made good use of the beach. Howie had a six boogie boards and they were soon put to use. After six attempts Marc turned the board over to Joey.
“Finally, something the great Marc Morgan can’t do,” Chris laughed.
“Big Bear Lake is not known for its surf,” Marc said taking the ribbing.
Bobby sat down next to Marc with his camera, giggling. “I hope these pictures come out. You looked so funny falling off the board.”
Marc pulled the boy into a hug. “You want to go play in the surf?”
“How can I?”
“Like always,” Marc said. “Climb on.”
Bobby was out of his legs in a flash and was laughing when he and Marc ran into the surf.
A fire was built in the fire pit and hotdogs were roasted over the open fire. For dessert Diane came up with the fixings for Smores.
As the sun was setting small groups broke away for quiet walks on the beach. Marc and Lance found the remains of an old sea wall. Lance was sitting between Marc’s legs with Marc’s arms wrapped Lance as they watched the awesome sunset. Movement behind them caught their attention.
“Bobby?” Marc inquired.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Bobby said softly.
“Come here, Son,” Lance said reaching out to the boy.
Bobby moved between Lance’s legs and was pulled back by two pairs of arms into a snuggle. The snuggle continued until only a soft red glow remained were the sun had dropped below the horizon.
“Wow!” Bobby softly said. Getting him tighter hugs from his dads.
Everyone awoke early on Saturday. Tom and Sara had moved their flight back one day so they could make the trip to Tampa. Diane and Jim also cleared their schedule for another day with their new grandson. After breakfast everyone was involved with last minute packing.
Lance found Bobby sitting on the end of his bed looking at his packed bag. “How you doing, Sport?”
“I’m kind of sad. I’m going to miss you and Dad.”
“I know how you feel,” Lance said giving Bobby a hug. “I’ll miss not having you and your dad around.”
“I forgot he is leaving for New York today too.”
Marc leaned against the door gazing at his two loves. “I’m going to miss you two,” Marc said softly.
Diane and Jim said their goodbyes at the house before leaving for Mississippi. Lance drove the others to the airport. When they got to the VIP lounge they found the other four members of *Nsync waiting for them. Josh took Sara off to one side for a private good bye. Their flight to Madison was called soon after. Hugs and kisses were exchanged along with promises of phone calls. Tom took extra time with his new grandson. When they broke their hug each had extra moisture in their eyes.
Bobby’s flight was the next to be called. “Well, I guess it’s time,” Bobby said trying to act brave.
“You have your new cell,” Marc stated. “And you have everyone's number. When ever you need to talk, don’t be afraid to call.”
“I’ll call you tonight after I get to New York,” Marc said pulling the boy into a hug. “I love you, Son.”
“I love you too, Dad.”
Lou exited the jet way with his briefcase grasped tightly in his hand. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the group of young men at the next gate.
“Oh, no,” Chris groaned as he saw Lou approaching.
“Well, what’s this? A welcoming committee?”
“Oh hi, Lou,” Joey said. “No. We’re here to see Marc off.”
Lou looked at Marc, “You going somewhere?”
“Yes, I have a job in New York.”
“How long will you be away?” Lou asked.
“About a month. I’ll be working on a several projects culminating with a series of concerts at Lincoln Center.”
Lou looked like he was a little upset at the news. After clearing his head he turned to the others. “I need you all in my office on Monday. I have the final numbers on the tour and we need to start working on a new CD.”
Everyone seemed to slump at the news of the upcoming meeting. “What time?” Chris asked.
“I’ll have to check my schedule,” Lou said. “I’ll have my secretary give you a call later today.” Turning Lou left without any other comment.
“I can’t wait until Monday,” Chris said sarcastically.
Marc’s flight was called. Marc received hugs from all his friends. When Lance hugged him Marc whispered, “I love you. I’ll call you tonight.”
“I love you too, Boo.”
Picking up his backpack Marc headed for the gate. Stopping at the entrance he looked once more at his friends and lover. Stepping on the plane Marc felt he was entering a new phase of his life. He didn’t know what might lie ahead for him but with the help and love of his friends and family he knew he could face what life had in store for him.
“Davey, why didn’t, Boo remember?”
“It wasn’t the right time, Ryan.”
“But he had the key.”
“No. He only had part of it. There is another part to the key and until the two come together Boo won’t remember.”
Ryan let out a long sigh. Looking at his big brother he asked. “How is your assignment getting along?”
“He’s doing okay.”
“Ah! Are we comparing notes again?” came the voice next to them.
“Sorry, Mr. Urial,” the boys said together.
“I understand you find waiting, hard. Everything will come together in time.”
“But when will that be?” Ryan asked.
“Soon, very soon,” Mr. Urial said as he watched the plane take off. Turning to Davey he asked, “Shouldn't you be somewhere else?”
“Yes, sir.” Davey gave Ryan a quick kiss before he vanished.
“Are you sure it will be soon?” Ryan asked once again.
“Yes, little one,” Mr. Urial chuckled.
“Are you going to New York?” Ryan asked.
“No. I have other assignments to look in on. But I will be checking in on your brother from time to time.”
“Is it okay if I keep an eye on him for you?” Ryan asked.
“Only if you promise not to interfere and come get me is something happens.”
“Oh, I will,” Ryan promised.
Well was it worth the wait? I'm sorry it took so long for this one to come out, sometime life gets in the way. After three months I felt you all have waited long enough so here it is, for what it is worth.
The pace of the story will pick up some what. Marc's adventures in New York are just beginning. Can Marc handle the pressure of working on three different projects at once. Finally Marc and Angel get to work together. I can't believe there are some of you out there that haven't figured out who Angel is. Well the mystery will soon be solved.
Who is Mr. Urial?
I'll only say he is an angel.
But what is his connection to Marc?
I'm not telling. You will all have to continue reading to find out.
I want to thank all of you who have gave me a kick in the rear about getting this chapter written and posted. Your e-mails helped get me going again. A special thanks to Erotic Dreams for her eagle eye and catching some errors. Thanks.
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