Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 20:43:35 EST
From: DanBriggs3000@cs.com
Subject: PIF 20

Welcome once again Nifty readers! "Passion in Fashion" is celebrating a
milestone: Twenty chapters! I want to thank all of you who continue to read
and enjoy my work. I hope to keep you happy and well read for many more
chapters to come.


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DISCLAMER
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This work of fiction is for the sole purpose of my fellow readers to read
and imagine as they see fit. You could say this is my term paper for the
University of Smut!


"Passion in Fashion" - 20


A- DRESSING THE TRUTH

Jaime and Danny returned to the backstage, which was now a real ghost
town. Everyone had deserted this area long ago.  Each footfall echoed
through the empty space like a lone echo in the wilderness. As the two men
continued their walk towards the tables of the backstage area, Danny became
more confused. A few minutes earlier, he had sent the truck off with the
clothes from the performance. Danny thought he and Jaime had removed all
the clothing from the arena, but apparently he was mistaken. Jaime was now
leading him back to the dressing room he and Lance had occupied during the
concert. As Jaime opened the door he gestured for Danny to enter.

" Danny I need you to talk to someone for a minute." He said with a slight
hint of concern in his voice.

Danny was slightly unnerved as he entered the room, but continued to look
at Jaime as he responded, " Did I do something wrong?" he asked
nervously. " Did we forget some clothes in here.." His words were cut in
mid form when Danny turned his attention to the figure that waited for him
in the room.

There, standing near the dresser table, was Craig, The show's
choreographer. Craig's face was awash in concern and what Danny could only
take as hurt. Jaime hurried in behind Danny, and shut the door.

" Danny," Jaime said, " Craig cornered me when you went to the truck and
wanted to have a little talk with you." Jaime looked at Craig and nodded
for him to begin.

Craig ringed his hands as he began to pace in the small confines of the
room. He turned to Danny and motioned for him to take a seat on the couch,

" Go ahead and sit down Danny."

Danny sat quickly and focused his full attention to the two men, but to
Craig in particular. Jaime took a seat on the top of the dresser, hands
holding on to either edge of the small table.

" First off," Craig began," I want to say I know about you and
Lance. Everyone knows by now."

Danny looked mortified and annoyed at the same time. " I don't think that's
anyone's business." Danny shot back. Anger beginning to build in his
voice. Danny was really treading thin ice, he thought, but his love for
Lance was no one's business, and he resented anyone telling him it was
wrong.

Craig sensed his anger and said," I didn't bring you here to talk about
that though."  He slowed his pacing, and let out a big sigh. " I brought
you here to talk about Escobar."

Danny blinked, and instantly his resentment subsided, but a new fear
gripped his heart. Did Jaime catching him and Es in that brief encounter,
cause him to send out the protection squad. He hoped that they were not
going to make a mountain out of nothing to Lance. This would really put a
bad start to their budding romance, if it didn't kill it all together. He
at least wanted to tell Lance his side if they made a beef. Danny found the
words he was searching for.

" What about Es?"

Craig let out a sigh as he leveled his gaze squarely on Danny's. " Be
careful of Es. He's a sexual predator."

Danny blinked in surprise. First off, he knew that there was something
between him and Es that he had shrugged off as nothing more than a passing
fancy. Now after the incident at the truck, Danny realized that it was more
of a fancy pass. As Danny continued to digest the information he had
accumulated, Craig continued his oration.

" Jaime told me that he caught you two kissing at the truck."

"That's not exactly true." Danny defended himself." He almost kissed me."

Craig turned to look at Jaime, then back at Danny, " Almost?"

"Yeah. He was talking to me, and the next thing I know he tried to land one
on my lips."

"Well that's not what it looked like to Jaime."

" Well, Jaime caught the tail end of our discussion." Danny shifted his
gaze to the sitting dresser. Jaime met his gaze with a look of pity and
accusation.

" I didn't kiss him." Danny declared.

" Then why didn't you move away or tell him not to?" Craig shot back.

That response made Danny freeze. Why didn't he flinch? Why didn't he rebuke
the closeness? Why didn't he back away? These questions would haunt him for
awhile.  Craig let out another exasperated sigh, " Danny, let me set you
straight about Es."

Craig looked like he came to some sort of conclusion. " Escobar and I used
to be lovers."

Danny's astonishment was registered by his now hanging jaw. " I had no
idea."

"No reason why you should." He began to pace again, " A few years back,
Escobar was a dancer with the group when they first toured Europe."

Danny nodded slowly in comprehension, " I remember him telling me he was a
dancer."

Jaime continued for Craig, " Well Es was one of the best dancers the band
had, and he was quite a draw. As you might have guessed, Escobar is gay. He
and Craig gravitated towards each other, and in a short time, were lovers."

Craig took over again, " We had a two year long relationship. We toured
together. I choreographed the dances, and he danced them. What I didn't
know is that he was using his relationship with me to get special treatment
with the other members of the band." He put a knuckle to his lips and bit
it tenderly, as if the information he was telling Danny was hurtful. " I
later found out that he was getting the others in the band to take
sides. It got to the point where I could not get anyone to rehearse. Es and
I had such a big blowout that Jeff fired him on the spot."

"Who's Jeff?" Danny asked confused.

"The band manager before Greg." Jaime answered.

Craig nodded as he continued, " Es left and was forgotten, except by me. It
took me a long time to get over him."

Danny nodded in agreement. He knew the gut wrenching hurt that came from
the end of a long-term relationship. A hollow feeling that nothing could
fill. Only time would fill the void, and that was poor filler. Danny's eyes
glazed over as his past came up to meet him headlong. For a few moments he
was lost in a sea of past turmoil and lustful promises and pledges of what
seemed to be a lifetime ago. He shook the specters from his thought and
focused on Craig.

"Greg was informed of Es, and we thought all was well. But when our last
accountant quit and we needed a new one, Es used his old contacts with the
band and got the job. Much to my dismay."

"Who was his contact?" Danny asked.

Both Jaime and Craig looked at one another and then back at Danny. They
answered as one, " Lance."


DINNER FOR TWO

The Elevator doors parted, and the group of men piled out. The six men
separated into their respective camps; Justin and Joey went into their
room, J.C. went with Chris. Lance went into J.C.'s room. Greg went into his
room. Joey and Justin entered and shut their door. Immediately Justin
hopped into Joey's arms, and the two began a fierce kissing contest. After
a few minutes, Joey broke the embrace.

" Let's call room service for dinner." He suggested, " I am so hungry I
could eat a fuckin' cow!"

Justin laughed, " I got somethin' for you to eat." Justin made a grand
display of aiming his ass to Joey and slapping it like a farmer slaps a
cow's hind. Joey's eyes twinkled as he thumbed through the menu, and eyed
Justin's butt.

" So what do you want to eat?"

"I don't know. Surprise me."

"Hmmmm ok." Joey picked up the phone and cradled it to his ear as he
crooked his neck. "Yeah, this is .... Oh this is Mr. Fatone. I'd like to
order some dinner."

As Joey spoke with room service, Justin began to strip seductively as the
hapless Fatone watched. Joey didn't know what was more mouth watering, His
hunger for food, or for Justin. He momentarily lost his train of thought as
Justin began to shimmy out of his tight pants.

" Umm sorry. Yes let me have the Filet Mignon and Lobster for two."

Justin let out a loud " Yumm" as he continued his private stripping show.

"Yeah, and let's have two salads with Bleu Cheese, rolls, butter, and the
works. For dessert? Strawberry Cheesecake. And could we have some
strawberries and Champagne?" Joey looked at Justin again. The singer was
clad only in white briefs. Slowly turning for Joey to see. Justin's butt
was so curved and so firm, Joey thought it was a shame he had to sit on
it. That is unless he sat on his face. Joey looked at Justin as he said, "
What kind of champagne do you want?"

" Dom Perinion." Came the blonde's response.

Joey repeated Justin's request, and after a moment or two hung up the
phone. Justin's firm and shapely arms soon encircled Joey.

" Well sounds like we're gonna have some chow?" He cooed to the now
grinning Fatone.

" Well we need our strength." He replied, " I don't want you to collapse on
stage from no food."

Justin began to peck the red head's lips." Well I know with good food and
excersize, we'll be fine." Justin sank his lushious boy lips on to
Joey's. The tow began to kiss again, more tenderly than the last
time. Their tongues intertwined as the pure energy crackled between
them. Joey's hands slid down to the thin fabric separating his hands from
the bare skin of Justin's ass.

" Why don't you get in the shower, while I wait for the food?" Joey said.

Justin snuggled up to Joey as he placed his head on the Italian's
shoulder. " I want you to shower with me."

"One of us has to wait for the food." He answered.

Justin snuggled even more on the hunks' shoulder, much the same way a cat
would, not wanting to give up it's prime spot. It was these things that
made Joey melt for Justin. He was so right, he felt so good, Joey thought,
that if given the oprituniuty, Joey would hold Justin in his arms
forever. Joey began to sway gently as Justin smiled and closed his eyes.
They stayed that way for several minutes, until a loud knock came at the
door. Justin scurried off to the bathroom, as Joey went to the
door. Looking through the peephole, Joey saw a man in a white jacket and
with a large rolling table. He opened the door and gestured for the man to
enter. The waiter laid out the table, and offered up the tab to Joey. Joey
took the ticket and signed and added a tip for the thankful server. As the
waiter went to the door, the sound of a shower began to come from the
marble lined bathroom. The waiter, caught off guard, reflexively turned
towards the sound. The waiter blinked in surprise. ' Naah' he thought. I
must be seeing things. The waiter exited the room, not knowing if the image
of a naked young man masturbating in front of the rapidly fogging mirror
was for real. 'Joey of N'Sync Gay?' he mused. 'Naaaah' He shook his head
and went down the hall.


NIGHTTIME RENDERVOUIS

Chris and J.C. entered Chris' room. As the two men settled in the room,
Chris picked up the phone.

" Who ya callin'?" Josh asked.

"I'm leaving word downstairs for Chuck and Chad to be allowed up."

J.C. nodded in approval and went into the bathroom. After all the singing
and dancing and moving around, he was ready to piss it all away... in the
toilet that is. Josh was overwhelmed with relief as his bladder released
all the pent up urine. As he was urinating, Chris came in to the bathroom.

"It's all set. " He said, " They'll be let up by security." Chris leveled
his gaze on the golden stream that J.C. was expelling in the
toilet. Although Chris was not into watersports, watching someone as
handsome as J.C. pissing fascinated him.

"Getting a good enough view?" Josh asked sarcastically.

" I like what I see, yeah."

Josh laughed, " You like piss?"

"No, but I like what's doing the pissing."  Chris retorted.

The stream ended with a quiet drop. J.C. shook it a few times as he began
to rebutton his pants. Chris let out a curt laugh, " They say if you shake
it more than once, you're playing with it."

Josh paused as he looked at Chris. A wide grin spread on his face. " Well
you'd know all about playing."

Chris was taken slightly aback. " What do you mean?"

" You have played with my cock enough to be considered part owner."
J.C. shot back.

Chris inched closer to Josh. His fly was still open, and just a pair of
boxers separated Chris from his quarry. Josh made no motion to move away
from Chris. His hand began to massage the now hardening phallus. Josh
looked down at the hand massaging his ever-hardening cock. Chris was
bemused.

" Does this bother you?" Chris asked.

Josh continued to look at the hand action." Feels better than being
slugged."

"What about all that trippy shit that you were saying today?"

J.C. closed his eyes and began to roll his neck." I'm coming down from
being all worked up. I think we'll have fun tonight. I can't wait to get
Chad into bed." He finished his sentence with a loud crack of his neck and
a sigh.

Chris was surprised. " Chad, eh?"

J.C. nodded. He continued his relaxation, and Chris continued his handy
work. Chris began to vigorously rub the fabric over the cock, until he felt
the telltale sign of arousal. Josh's cock began to stiffen as blood rushed
into the flaccid penis. He decided to take it a step further, and slowly
pulled the boxers down. J.C. stood motionless as Chris pulled the boxers
down to get a better shot at the now rigid cock that bobbed before
him. Still looking at Josh's face for any sign, Chris slowly began to kneel
to the rod before him. Finally, Chris sank his lips onto the flesh, and
began to suck. Slowly at first, still looking up at J.C. Josh stood there
now looking down at Chris. He nodded his approval and Chris began to orally
stimulate him in earnest. Chris' tongue flickered across the rosy head of
the cock, and darted in and out of the piss slit, fresh with a hint of
urine. Chris delighted in the taste. Slightly bitter, salty, and warm. It
assaulted Chris' tongue with a barrage of senses that he was more than
willing to experience. Josh thrusted his hips towards Chris, and the cock
responded in kind. The cock began to slide in and out in rhythmic movement,
and Chris' tongue and head compensated for the movement.

"Yeah, Suck the piss right out if that fat cock." Josh said harshly.

Chris was now completely absorbed in his work. He made quick licks and
movements on the mushroom head to give total stimulation to this prime
example of male perfection. J.C. removed his shirt and tugged at his pants,
to lower them to the floor. Chris paused momentarily as he freed Josh's
legs from their fabric confines. In a moment, J.C. was now completely
naked. Chris marveled at the fine chiseled features of J.C.'s body. His
strapping legs were tone and well formed. A light dusting of hair grappled
the curves and bulges of these trunks that held up the godly body of
flesh. His cock was in an arroyo of soft brown hair that arched away in a
slight vee to the well-formed abs that led up the chest. Chris sighed as he
dove back on the waiting dick. A broad smile formed at the edges of Josh''
face as he felt, for the first time today, completely in control. Chris
looked up at J.C and said breathlessly,

" Let's take this to the shower."

J.C. wordlessly moved towards the shower and leaned in to turn on the
water. In that short interval, Chris quickly undressed and no stood in
front of Josh completely naked. It was not the first time Josh had seen
J.C. naked today, but he reveled in the well-packed and thick man before
him. Chris' heritage did him well; a fine formed physique, alabaster
skin. The faint dark hairs that grew across the chest and stomach of this
man, was making Josh think of all the lovely things that could be done when
two men had sex. Steam began to billow out of the open shower door, and
Josh entered its foggish depths. J.C.'s finger protruded from the foggy
reaches and slowly seductively urged him forward. Not saying a word, Chris
entered the shower, and slowly closed the door behind him.


TO BE CONTINUED........

Ok folks, I want to take a moment to say that this story is made possible
because of you. Let me know what you think of this epic work. Also, if you
have any ideas for this story or for a spin off, LMK. I was thinking of
spinning off Escobar into his own story of torrid sex and relentless
seduction. I would like input. Well until next we meet, Ciao!