Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 08:47:01 EDT
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: NSYNC_Lance-n-JC chap 30

'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC
NSYNC Lance & JC, CHAPTER 30

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	First of all I apologize for the extreme delay since the last chapter
but I've been tied up doing other stuff. It's also been hard to return to the
characters. Remember this story is currently set in mid 1999 -- almost 2
years ago. So much has changed since then. Anyway, I promise that I will
finish the story (if for no other reason than I have the ending mostly
written; I just have to get there!).  Thanks to all you who have written
with encouragement; I really do appreciate it!

	Usual disclaimer applies: This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to
imply anything about the orientation, beliefs or anything else about the
real members of 'N Sync, the Backstreet Boys, or anyone else depicted
here. If you are under 18, or are offended by graphic depictions of
homosexual relationships, please go find something else to read.

	Story content copyright 2001 T. Kevin.
	Comments to: lictor (at) aol (dot) com

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	After Lance assured JC that he was going to be okay and the doctor
insisted that the stricken singer get some rest, JC returned to the waiting
room. Justin had told everyone that JC had gotten in to see Lance (he just
didn't explain exactly how) so when JC walked in, everyone leapt to their
feet, variations of 'How's Lance?!" on their lips.
	"There's good news and bad news." JC held his hands out and
everyone settled slowly back down. "The good news is that Lance is going
to be okay. The bad news is... the doctor says that he has to have two
weeks of bed rest."
	There were assorted stifled gasps around the room.
	"We'll have to cancel a few tour dates, that's all there is to it. No way
we can perform without Lance." Chris stated flatly.
	Justin frowned and nodded. Joey just looked worried.
	"Anyway," JC continued, "We might as well go home, since Lance isn't
in any danger and there isn't expected to be any change. His mom is going
to come and take him home to Mississippi in a couple of days and she'll
take care of him there."
	"I guess somebody should call Johnny Wright and let him know
what's going on." Chris sighed.
	"Yah, before Alex fills his head with too much crap!" Justin snarled.

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	Later that same evening, the Backstreet Boys were in a posh New
York hotel ballroom celebrating the release of their new album,
Millennium. Not surprisingly, all of them had quite a bit to drink. AJ had
vanished upstairs with a few ardent female fans, and Howie looked like he
was about to do the same, sitting as he was with an affectionate female on
either side. Nick kept going to the bathroom and returning a few minutes
later sniffling and sneezing but grinning at Kevin, who would only frown
and shake his head. Brian also looked like he wasn't having that good of a
time; perhaps it was the possessive way his longtime girlfriend Leigh-
Anne Wallace kept clutching at his arm.
	Carson Daly had already been by a couple of times to chat, as had
other MTV personalities and numberless other media people, Jive
executives, producers, friends, and assorted fans who had managed to
wrangle tickets. Coincidentally, many of them seemed to be attractive
young women.
	Nick hyperactively squirmed in his chair as "I'll Be the One" blared
from the speakers. "Hey Kevin! Whatever happened to that video we shot
with 'N Stink and Ninety-seven degrees!?" He shouted, then laughed at his
little joke.
	Kevin's thick brows furrowed. "I told you before, they canned it
because the Jive people liked the idea of us competing against each other,
not getting along."
	"Oh. Yeah." Nick answered vacantly.
	Just then a busty young woman sidled up and put her arms around
Nick's neck. "I looove your new album!" She said huskily into his hear. "Can
I have a hug from the big star?"
	Nick grinned like a fool and hugged her. She licked his neck and
rubbed her body against his thigh suggestively. "Want to go upstairs?" She
slid a hand between his legs.
	"Oh baby!" Nick shouted. He knew where this was leading, and he
liked getting a blowjob from either sex.
	Kevin scowled. "Nick! Not tonight!"
	"Why?" The blond whined.
	"It's bad enough that AJ is doing it, but there are a lot of important
people here. Try to behave. This isn't some tour afterparty!"
	"Oh fine!" Nick snapped back, then turned to the girl. "Shorry honey,
maybe another time." He slurred. He was drunk on top of being coked up.
	Brian stood up suddenly, shaking his girlfriend loose. "I'm going to
take Nick up to his room and put him to bed. I think he's had enough fun
for one night."
	"I'll go with you." Leigh-Anne volunteered a little too eagerly.
	"No honey, you stay down here and have fun. I'll take care of Nicky."
Brian put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently but firmly back
down into her seat. Then he grabbed Nick roughly under the armpit and
hauled him up. "C'mon Frack, bedtime."
	"Oh thanks, Frick! I like bedtime!" Nick staggered up and half fell
onto Brian.
	As they weaved out of the ballroom, Kevin and Leigh-Anne watched
them go, each knowing what was going to happen but unwilling to talk to
the other about it.

	In the elevator, Nick tried to kiss Brian on the neck.
	"Stop it man! People might see!"
	"I want to do it in the elevator, Bri!" Nick whispered hoarsely, his
breath hot on Brian's skin.
	"C'mon, we're almost there."
	When the door opened, Nick leapt out and staggered twenty feet
down the corridor before slumping against the wall in confusion. "Where'sh
our room?"
	"MY room is back that way; YOUR room is further down. You're a
mess, you know that, Nicky boy?"
	"But you love me like that don't you, Bri-bri? Then I'll do whatever
you want."
	"You'll do whatever I want anyway, you big whore." Brian half spat.
	"Don'chyou call me a whore, Brian Littrell!" Nick managed to stand,
but wavered uncertainly. "You like what we do as much as me, and all I
have to do is tell that bitch of a girlfriend of yours about how much you
like my cocksucking..." he fumbled with his keycard.
	"Okay! SHUT UP!" Brian yelled, grabbing the card, opening the door
and shoving Nick inside in front of him. The door slammed. They were
alone in the dark room.
	Nick immediately fell to his knees in front of Brian, his hands
impatiently pushing the shirt up, then slipping lightly over the smaller
young man's firm pecs and ripped abs. He loved the feel of Brian's smooth
skin, taut over his muscled torso. He wished he was lean and muscular.
	Brian unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall around his ankles.
Locking his hands behind his head, he reveled in watching Nick worship
him in the dim light.
	Nick caressed the strong thighs, the calves, even as he leaned in to
kiss Brian around his navel, flicking his tongue into the depression. His
hands slid up to cup Brian's flexing ass cheeks.
	"Oh, yeah Nicky, you want it, don't you, man." He mumbled, loving
the way Nick kissed and groped him. It was sinful... wrong... but damn it
felt so good. Brian groaned and impatiently pushed Nick's face down into
his crotch, felt the boy's breath even through his briefs. "You are such a
whore Nicky, such a good boy... you want my cock don't you, Frack?"
	"Yess... yeeah Frick I want it... pleeeeze!" Nick whimpered.
	"Get your clothes off, Nicky-boy." Brian ordered as he kicked off his
shoes and pants. I'm gonna fuck you good tonight."
	Nick struggled to get his clothes off until finally Brian had to help
him.
	"You are such a spaz, you know that?" Brian muttered, tugging at a
shoe that wouldn't come untied. Finally they were both naked and Brian
ordered Nick to get on his hands and knees while he found a bottle of hand
lotion. He smeared some on his aching cock and moved behind Nick. "You
want it don't you, baby." He muttered, caressing the blond's smooth ass
cheeks while running his hard rod along the crack.
	"Yes, please fuck me!" Nick bleated.
	"You got it bro." Brian pulled his rod down, pointed the head at Nick's
hole, and pushed. Both young men groaned as his cock slid in to the hilt in
one thrust. He grabbed Nick's wide hips and started fucking.
	"Gawd Brian that feels good. Fuck me! Harder!"
	"Ohhhh Nicky... that's it... man. You are so good. Leigh-Anne won't do
this for me, you know that? That bitch won't put out, says she is saving
herself. You know she is just doing it to get me to marry her so she'll get
my money." Brian let out a short barking laugh. "Little does she know I got
you, baby, and I bet you do it better than she ever would anyway! Ohh,
yeah Nick I'm getting close..."
	At the same time Nick was furiously jerking his own cock and
pushing his ass back against Brian, matching his thrusts. The only sounds
he made were little desperate whimpers.
	*KNOCK* *KNOCK* "Nick are you all right in there?"  It was Kevin.
	"Oh fuuuck!" Brian half shouted, shoving his cock as far as he could
into Nick's ass. As he felt himself unload he continued with a series of
short jabs.
	Nick groaned as he caught up with Brian and shot his own load onto
the carpet.
	"Nick! OPEN UP!" Kevin yelled through the door as they wordlessly
separated and hurriedly began to dress.
	A moment later Nick opened the door. "What's up?" He smiled
crookedly.
	Kevin was standing there glaring, his eyes afire. "What took so long?"
He looked behind Nick to see Brian emerge from the bathroom. "What's he
doing here?"
	"Takin a leak, cuz, what's the deal?" Brain smirked, and pushed past
Kevin.
	"You couldn't do it in your own room?" Kevin shouted at his cousin's
back. He turned to face Nick, who smiled goofily at him. "So you were at it
again." He demanded coldly as he stepped into the room and the door
closed. Then he added, his voice almost pleading, "What is it he gives you
that I can't?"
	"Aw Kevin, it's not like that! I'm just horny!" Nick whined.
	Kevin stood for a long moment before finally reaching a decision.
This was never going to work. Nick wouldn't change. Let Brian have him;
they deserve each other in their screwed up way. He opened the door.
"Good night, Nick."
	"Doncha wanna stay?"
	"And have Brian's sloppy seconds? I don't think so."
	As Kevin stalked down the hall, his imagination conjured up a vision,
ten years from now (or maybe only five?) on VH1, there would be a
'Behind the Music' on the Backstreet Boys. And the announcer would say
"On the surface, everything seemed to be going right for the reigning boy-
band kings. But behind the scenes, things were falling apart..."

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	The next few weeks were difficult for the boys of 'N Sync. They saw
the Backstreet Boys' album sell a record number of copies, while they were
struggling to tour and work on a new album. Worst of all, Lou Perlman and
their record company forced them to continue the tour without Lance.
What Lou didn't know was that this galvanized them in their desire to be
free of him and his oppressive contract.
	But soon Lance was feeling better; fortunately he only missed a few
dates before there was a scheduled break in their tour. They used the
break time to explore their legal options. Then on July 7th the tour
resumed. The first concert was a rainy show in Virginia beach, after which
they bussed up to New Jersey.
	Terry and Justin got to their room and started to undress...
	"It was so great havin' Lance back!" Justin suddenly grabbed Terry
around the waist and lifted him up and spun around.
	"Woah!" Terry hollered, not used to being picked up and tossed
about.
	But Justin staggered over to the bed and half dropped his lover onto
it. "Oof!" He exhaled loudly as he flopped down on top of the brunet. They
lay there quietly for awhile in their underwear, but after a minute Justin
began to work his hands under Terry's t-shirt, at the same time kissing his
neck. "I'm not very tired, are you?" He whispered between kisses.
	"Uhhh, not any more." Terry mumbled as he felt his lover's eager
hands grope his chest.
	"Good!" Justin sat up, straddling Terry, and pushed his shirt up under
his arms. "Hmm, you look so sexy lyin' there." he grinned.
	"I bet I actually look pretty silly."
	"Well, you would look sexier if yah got that shirt off all the way."
	"You, on the other hand, look soooo hot in your wifebeater." Terry
ran his fingers over the thin material covering Justin's tight abs.
	"Well I'll leave mine on, for now. Let's get yours off."
	He helped Terry pull off his shirt and tossed it away, then each
immediately reached for the other's chest . Terry loved to feel Justin's
smooth, tight pectorals; he cupped them and gently kneaded the muscular
flesh through his shirt. Justin ran his fingers through the short dark hairs
on Terry's defined chest, then traced his thumbs around the stiffening
nipples. At the same time he wriggled his butt over Terry's crotch, feeling
his lover becoming aroused under him.
	"You like that, don'tcha?" He asked, satisfaction in his voice.
	"You know I love your hot body." Terry growled.
	"What parts do you like?" Justin raised his eyebrows and grinned.
	"Well.. I like your chest.. and your sexy stomach..."  he pushed up the
wifebeater and ran his fingers down over Justin's ridged abdominals...
"And your hot tight ass!" He yelled, grabbing the blond's butt cheeks in his
hands and squeezing.
	"Yeaw!" Justin yelped. Then he grinned down at Terry. "I like all of
you. But there's one particular part... " he reached behind himself and ran
his fingers lightly over Terry's hard cock through his briefs.
	"Mmmm. C'mere." The brunet pulled Justin down onto him and began
to kiss him tenderly, while running his fingers through the singer's hair,
over his neck and down his lean back.
	Justin responded by eagerly returning the kisses and spreading his
legs, slowly grinding their hard cocks together through the soft material of
their underwear.
	Terry worked one hand under the waistband of Justin's boxer-briefs,
at first massaging his glutes, but then worming a finger between them to
tease the younger man's little rosebud.
	"Ohhhh." Justin moaned, dropping his head onto Terry's shoulder.
"You know what I want, man."
	"Tell me." Terry whispered.
	Justin giggled. "You know!" He raised his butt up in the air, trying to
push against Terry's hand.
	"What? Want me to... spank you!?" He yanked Justin's underwear
down and suddenly smacked his ass cheek.
	"Yeow!" The singer reared up suddenly. "That hurt!" he rubbed his
stinging buns.
	"Oh come on, you liked it." Terry leered. At the same time he eased
the front of his lover's boxer-briefs down, revealing Justin's six inch cock,
pulsing and hard. "Yes I see that you did." He gently wrapped his hand
around the hot shaft and stroked it slowly.
	"Oh yeahhh." Justin rolled his head back and thrust a little into
Terry's hand.
	The brunet gently probed Justin's tight little sphincter with a finger
of one hand while stroking his cock with the other.
	The singer rocked back and forth, tweaking Terry's nipples and
making little whimpering noises.
	Then Terry stopped stroking. "Are you going to tell me what you
want?"
	Justin furrowed his brows for a moment, then his face broke into his
famous grin. He leaned down and whispered into his lover's ear. "I want
you to... fuck... me." He got the satisfaction of feeling Terry's cock push up
between his legs. Obviously they both wanted the same thing. Not waiting
for any other response, he scooted down and wormed Terry's briefs off,
grinning as his cock snapped up against his flat stomach when it was freed.
Justin ran his long tongue up the underside of his lover's manhood, then
lapped over it again and again, playing with it, teasing it as it bounced like
a separate live thing.
	Terry lay back and moaned to show how much he was enjoying it,
occasionally running his fingers over Justin's head and neck. After a few
minutes of that intense pleasure though, he gently held the blond's head
and whispered, "You'd better stop that now if you still want me to...."
	Justin looked up and licked his lips, still stroking Terry with one
hand. "Definitely." Then he climbed off the bed, found the lube and hopped
back on. Up on his knees straddling Terry, he squeezed out some of the
cool clear stuff and lovingly coated the brunet's rod with it, then worked
some up in his own behind. Then he tossed the bottle aside and began to
lower himself, holding Terry at the right angle until the spongy wide head
connected with his sphincter. Terry rested his hands on Justin's narrow
hips and the two young men smiled at each other.  Then the blond settled
down... he felt himself stretching as the head pushed up into him... it didn't
even hurt at the beginning anymore, just felt a little uncomfortable as he
adjusted.
	"Ohh baby..." Terry groaned as Justin sank lower. He closed his eyes
and slid his hands up inside the tight shirt again, hands kneading the
singer's sinewy pectorals.
	Justin let go of Terry's cock and balanced himself with his hands on
the brunet's chest as he accepted the rest of his lover's manhood inside
him. It was his turn to moan as he settled all the way down. His own dick
bobbed in the air, swelling harder and bigger. He rested a minute, and they
both caught their breath. Then he wriggled his butt a little on Terry's lap
and clenched his sphincter muscle, smiling crookedly as the brunet gasped.
	Then Justin leaned back, knowing the reaction he would get.
	Terry moaned again as he felt himself slide a bit deeper into Justin.
"Ohh, baby you... you feel so nice." He whispered.
	"I love having you inside me." Justin whispered hoarsely. He did love
the feeling of then joined together, Terry moving in him and knowing that
it gave him pleasure. But Justin also liked it on a purely physical level. The
feeling of Terry's cock pumping in his ass was incredible. It made his own
dick throb with every stroke. He was afraid to touch his own dick too much
or he would cum too soon. He was beginning to believe that he liked
getting fucked more than anything else. Nothing matched the raw sexual
pleasure he felt when Terry's cock raked against his prostate deep inside
him again and again... and he could feel him getting close to climax, going
faster and faster...
	He bobbed up and down for awhile, enjoying the slow fuck as Terry
went up in him again and again... then the brunet grabbed his thighs and
started to sit up.
	"My turn." Terry whispered. In one fluid move he pushed Justin onto
his back and climbed on top, his dick still buried in the singer's ass. He
began to pump into the blond, caressing his lean stomach and chest.
	"Oh yeah, oh fuck me man..." Justin whimpered. He loved it when
Terry took charge, possessed him.
	Terry pushed the singer's legs back and leaned over him, plunging
his hard cock into his lover's willing ass to the hilt. "Oh man you feel so
great Just!" He gasped between thrusts.
	Justin grabbed hold of Terry's ass cheeks and tried to pull him in
even deeper... "I'm getting clossse!" He hissed.
	"Me too baby... real... close..." Terry grunted, feeling his sweat-slick
skin sliding against Justin's as he accelerated his strokes. He reached
around the blond's leg and started pumping his hard cock.
	"Awwwwyeahhh!" Justin hollered, his dick spurting all over them
both.
	His anal contractions from his orgasm were enough to send Terry
over the edge as well. Not as vocal as his lover, the brunet let out a series
of little pleading moans as he came and thrust a few more times.
	Then, gasping and groaning, they collapsed in a sweaty heap.
	For several minutes they just lay together, enjoying each other's
warm, sweaty body. Then Terry stirred on top of his lover. "Shower?"
	"Yah."
	They tenderly washed each other, shampooing each other's hair and
massaging muscled bodies, then toweled off, slipped on boxers and climbed
into bed.
	"You really are 'the most spoonworthy of all.'" Terry whispered,
curling up behind Justin and wrapping an arm around him.
	"Oh gawd you saw that 'Before They Were Rock Stars' episode?"
	"Yeah the other night while you were in the studio. Poor Lance and
the patty-cake scene; pretty damning."
	"Yeah well. I don't think he much cares any more. So have you heard
about the ceremony plans?"
	"Just that they want to have it around New Years. Melinda told me."
	"Haven't you gotten to be buddies!" Justin teased.
	"Well, she's a natural fag-hag, and a fun girl."
	"She's great. But anyway, we are signed to do some big millennium
thing in Hawaii for New Year's, so Lance and JC want to go back to the
resort where it all started and get hitched there. They are already talking
about guest lists and stuff."
	"I'm glad they got back together and everything is okay."
	"Yah. JC's mom is still not so happy, but his dad is cool, and JC
realized that Lance is more important that some screwy intolerant attitude.
He loves his mom but she'll just have to come around on her own."
	"So am I invited?"
	"Of course! I asked for you to be an usher, but they wanted to keep it
simple. There will only be a few guests who can keep it quiet. Gloria
Estefan is maybe coming! And Lance said he has some 'special friends' in
mind for entertainment at the reception."
	"Hmmm." Terry gave Justin a little hug.
	"Did I tell you I love when you hold me like this?" Justin's voice
dropped to a whisper.
	"Hmmhmmm."
	"I love you."
	"I love you too, my pop star, my Fedex man." Terry whispered, and
tenderly kissed Justin on the neck.

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To be continued...


End of Part 30!

Coming up... the wedding... and the conclusion!

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