Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 04:28:29 PDT
From: hymmetru@hotmail.com
Subject: Sooner or Later-2

Standard Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction.
Nothing here is true, and does not point fingers at
the sexuality of the members of the performing group
BBMak, or N'Sync. Any similarities here to real life would be
purely coincidental, if not surreal. Also, if you are
not of legal age and/or not comfortable with gay
erotic literature, please leave.

Sooner or Later-2 by Hymmetry

	Chris was bellowing, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?"
as Ste and Mark tried to cover themselves up from a
sticky situation. Not that it mattered; Chris had
caught them red-handed, drenched in Mark's cum just
after Ste had given Mark his first ever blowjob. The
two lovers looked at each other, then to Chris, not
knowing how to explain.
	"When the fuck did you guys decide to become
gay?" Chris demanded angrily, a large vein throbbing
on his forehead. "And who started this, huh? Mark?
Ste? Well?!? Do you what would happen if this leaks
out!?" Chris was on a roll. Never had he been so angry
at his two bandmates.
	"I can't believe this! Here we are, just
beginning our careers and already the two of you are
out to ruin it! I can't believe I've been working with
a couple of faggots all this time! Do you know what
you guys have done?!? Do you? DO YOU!!?!?"
	During that entire tirade, Mark and Ste just held
each other, flinching from Chris' harsh words.
	"If you guys don't decide to become straight
again, I swear, I'm leaving the band and taking away
everything I brought with me into it." With that,
Chris stalked off, insanely angry at what he
considered to be the ultimate in betrayal.
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	"Fuck, Mark.I don't what to do.who would've
thought that Chris would've reacted that way." Ste
murmured. Ste crumpled to the floor, worried.
	"It's not like it's our fault that we're
different from him, Ste." Mark answered. "Besides, you
bet he was just shocked. I mean, how would feel if you
caught me an' Chris shagging this very minute?"
	Friggin' jealous, that's what, thought Ste. But
he hadn't the heart to tell Mark. But I still wouldn't
be a cold-hearted bastard to say some of the bloody
shit that Chris threw at them.
	"Do you think we'll be alright?" asked Ste.
	"Yeah." Mark whispered. "With a little practice."
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	The next day proved tense for the band. Chris
refused to speak, talk, or even walk near them
throughout the entire day. Ste and Mark knew they had
their work cut for them. Already, Chris was eyeing his
personal belongings with an expression that said,
"Can't wait to leave them fags" plainly on his face.
It looked like BBMak was done for, seemingly just
moments after it had started.
	Luck finally came though, when a call from
management forced the trio to be together in the same
room for a meeting concerning their concert schedules.
The agenda of the meeting was a surprise.
	"Mark, Ste, Chris.we've been getting great
feedback about you guys. As a band, you've hit it big
as far as it can get. With all those other generic boy
bands out there stealing the show, you've done the
near impossible by forming a niche for yourselves that
no other boy band can answer for."
	"So?" Chris interrupted. "Get to the point!"
Chris was in a foul temper those days.
	"We've decided that you're packaging is all
wrong. This 'They're a boy-band that's really a band'
theme is hitting members of the teenage girl set the
wrong way. That's why we're planning to merge into the
mainstream but still keeping your own personal niche."
	"Which is?" Ste prompted.
	"We and N'Sync's management are promoting a joint
concert featuring BBMak and N'Sync. It's a win-win
situation for the both of you-you partake of their
record-breaking exposure while they can say that boy-
bands aren't all about having just the right dance
moves, but the music to go with it. We're destroying
the stereotype boys!" Their managers exclaimed
jubilantly. "We're changing the genre! So what do you
say?"
	Before Mark and Ste could answer, Chris
responded, "NO."
	"What?" One manager flustered.
	"I'm not working with a pair of homos who happen
to be in my band." Chris smirked. "And you can't do
anything about it." Mark and Ste stared at Chris as he
strove to ruin their careers.
	"Are you so sure about that?" asked one of the
managers grimly.
	"Yes." It came out arrogant.
	"There's something called 'breach-of-contract' in
this business, kid," said the manager briefly, "And it
means failure to comply means liabilities and damages.
Try and leave and reappear in court. You signed the
contract, so you had better follow the rules."
	Chris was taken aback as the facts sunk in. He
had no escape, and his triumph quickly dissolved
around him.
	Ste and Mark looked at other and grinned. They
had finally found a way to keep the group, whether
Chris liked it or not.
	To add insult to injury, Ste asked, "Hey, are we
ready to practice yet? We have big gig ahead of us,
don't we?" And smiled, knowing that it would infuriate
Chris even further.
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	Rehearsals for the big gig started a week later.
Though Chris stayed surly, Ste's and Mark's friendship
grew deeper. Pretty soon they had passed the level of
intimacy most couples had, and drifted into one
relationship where only sharing and affirmation took
place.
	Finally it was announced that a week later, full
rehearsals would take place. BBMak would take a plane
to Orlando, Florida, where they were to meet up with
N'Sync.
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

Sooner or Later 3

	The plane had landed. They were in Orlando.
Things were looking up. Ste and Mark knew that if word
of their relationship would leak, their careers would
be in jeopardy. So they decided to keep to themselves
on the matter, and managed to bludgeon Chris into
compliance. After all, they reasoned, it was his
career too that was in trouble if he decided to act
vengeful and expose them to them world. After much
hemming and hawing, Chris agreed.
	The Britons went out the airport, the scene
familiar to them. Earlier that spring, they had
performed in a joint concert with M2M for Disney. Now
however, the situation was different. They would be
representing their niche in the world of boy bands.
Understandably, the group was tense. Even Chris
slacked off from his homophobia. The nervousness was
bringing them closer together.
	So it was to their surprise that when they met
N'Sync, that they were so.so.normal.
	"Alright guys, I guess it's time for
introductions.", said this tall young man with deep
brown eyes and dark brown hair. Obviously the leader
of the group, he exuded.charisma. Ste couldn't help
but hold his breath. The young man reminded him much
of his lover, Mark.
	"I'm JC." He shook hands with them.
	"I'm Lance."
	"Hey didn't I see you in Seventh Heaven???"
exclaimed Chris. The group laughed.
	"Joey."
	"Chris."
	Oh, another one, thought Ste. Hopefully nothing
like the one I know.
	"And last but not the least.Justin!" The name
came out as this cheerful remark from a tall, curly
haired blonde who, (as Mark said later on) was just
begging to be hugged. Already, BBMak knew that their
co-workers wouldn't be difficult to get along with.
	Or so they thought.
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	Midnight, that same day.
	Just after rehearsals.
	The two bands stretched themselves out on their
studio floor, exhausted. All afternoon and into the
evening, they had rehearsed all their sets, cues and
what not needed to give a spectacular concert. Of
course, now they were just paying the price.
	Ste groaned as he tried to get up. Carrying a
guitar all day was not usually his idea of fun. That,
and strumming the strings had caused the usual shallow
cuts that marked the tips of his fingers. His back
hurt, and he was covered in sweat.
	It could be said for all the young men lying down
on the studio. They had reached the point where moving
was painful, and even the idea of getting up was a
nightmare.
	But what could they do? They said good night to
each other and left for their own personal rooms that
adjoined their studio, part of the new complex that
was raised in Orlando for the benefit of performing
artists.
	Mark was tired, his energies spent on singing for
hours at an end. As he lay face down on his bed, he
wondered about Ste. And Chris. And how BBMak was
finally sort of okay.
	Just then, the door creaked open. Mark raised
himself and turned to see who it was.
	Justin. The blonde. The cutie.
	"Oh.wait, this isn't my room? Man." Justin
complained. "I can hardly move."
	"Ummmm." Mark ventured, "You could stay if you
want." Please say yes, Mark begged in his mind,
praying that ESP would work.
	"Well."
	Knowing that now was his only chance, Mark
continued, "Hey, you're tired already, it obvious that
you don't even know where your room is, and it's also
clear that you're about to collapse. Just crash here.
There's more than enough space for us here." Mark
persuaded glibly, referring to the king sized bed he
was on.
	"If you put it that way.sure." Justin agreed
brightly. "I just hope you don't mind me in my
undies."
	"No problem." Mark replied. A small glimmer of
guilt touched Mark though, as Justin started removing
his clothes and stripped to just his boxers. What
would Ste think? But the temptation was too great.
Mark let Justin lie down next to him, snuggling under
the covers and resting his head lightly on his pillow.
	Mark rested his eyes on Justin and smiled. He
couldn't believe it. He had one of the world's most
beautiful people sleeping beside him. As he thought
this, a stray beam of moonlight entered through his
window, striking Justin's hair fully. The effect was
such that it was like Justin had a halo of silver and
gold light around him. Mark sucked in his breath; he
was in bed with an angel.
	Just then, a weight had settled on Mark's
stomach. Mark looked down, only to see Justin's arm
wrapped over his abs. Obviously, the angel thought
that Mark was a pillow.
	Mark gulped. The temptation was getting stronger
now, and he could feel his manhood rising. Pretty
soon, he would be fully aroused with no vehicle for
his passions.
	Mark bit his lip, trying to fight his passions
from growing, but it was no use. In seconds, he was
erect to his full 11 inches. There was no turning back
now, yet no release. Rather than spend his night in
frustration, the lead singer of BBMak got up, only to
discover that was the worst possible move he could
have made.
	As he moved to rise, Justin's arm slipped from
his stomach down to his crotch. Just when Mark thought
he had reached his hardest, Justin's stray hand was
atop his dick, a pleasurable weight on his shaft. Mark
began to sweat. His temperature was rising, but still
he tried to resist it. He didn't want to jeopardize
anything he had now. But the next few moments proved
to be the undoing of Mark Barry.
	Justin began to whimper softly in his sleep. The
poor boy began humping the bed, his motions reflecting
the erotic nature of his dreams. His fingers were
everywhere, and Mark couldn't suppress a gasp any
longer. His dick was free of his underwear know, its
mass big enough to rise past his clothing. Justin's
fingers though, seemed to have a mind of their own as
they clamped themselves around Mark's manhood,
stroking up and down. Mark started incredulously as
waves of pleasure rolled up and down his body. He was
receiving a handjob from an expert, and it helped to
that the expert was a mirror image of an angel.
	Justin became more involved in his dream, as he
began to moan in his sleep.
	"JC...yeah.JC...do you like it?"
	Mark was shocked. Could Justin be gay too?
	"Oh JC,moan for me. I like to hear it."
	Mark couldn't help but moan himself as Justin's
fingers deftly made magic on Mark's cock. It was like
they were everywhere all at once; at the base of his
cock, around the shaft, rubbing the head in between
two digits.Mark began to writhe on his bed.
	Justin himself was lost in a fantasy, a fantasy
that was pulling itself into the real world.
	Thankfully for himself, Mark finally managed to
resist. He gently took away Justin's hand and put it
back on the bed. "God...that was too good...to..." But the
scenario wasn't finished.
	Justin rolled over, his body taut and hot with
effects of his dream. Mark caught a glimpse of the
teen's cock, the penis tenting Justin's boxers. It was
well defined, just like the sable definition of
Justin's handsome features. The boy from BBMak gulped
yet again, considering this other situation in a host
of earlier temptations.
	"Please,please,touch me." Justin cried out.
	Justin's cries shattered Mark's resolve. Eager,
he laid his hand on Justin's cock through the boxers,
stroking it through the fabric.
	"Yeah...that's right...ohhh." Justin moaned further.
"Please...please...oh yessss." the blonde hissed. Already,
his body was quivering, receiving the same treatment
he had given Mark just moments before.
	Mark started sweating. He had crossed the line.
If Ste found out, he was a goner. Abruptly, he
stopped. Mark sighed, and lay down to sleep.
	But he only truly drifted into darkness after he
heard a quiet murmur:
	"Thanks Mark. I won't tell anyone."
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*
	The next day.
	Chris was feeling rotten. It had been a while
since his tirade at Ste and Mark. He was surprised, he
admitted to himself, and reacted the whole wrong way.
Now, all he had to do was make it up to them.
	Of course, that was easier said than done.
	Chris wondered if Ste and Mark knew that his
reactions were simply a self-preservation tactic on
his part. After all, he was sure that neither Ste nor
Mark knew that he was gay.
	He had known for a while, but not in the secure
way that Ste was. At least on Ste's case, he had been
self-accepting the moment he woke up to it. But Chris
had the problem of denying himself, a habit ingrained
into him thanks to insecurity and other what-not.
	The blonde looked down with his green eyes at
himself, and was disgusted at what he saw: A
hypocrite. He knew he had to make it up to Ste and
Mark, and didn't know how.
	It was time for some objective advice.
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	JC heard knocking on his door first thing in the
morning. Checking his alarm clock, he groaned to see
what it registered: 8 am. Too early after a midnight
drill. Muttering to himself, JC got off his bed,
knowing that this had better be good.
	He was shocked to see a tear-faced Christian
Burns at his door, looking like his world was going to
collapse.
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	"What's wrong?" JC asked in alarm? What could've
happened? Chris was one of the most self-assured
persons he had ever met.
	"JC,I need some help." It came out a sob.
	"What, what?" JC rushed forward, taking Chris
into his room and shutting the door.
	"I've treated Ste and Mark terribly,and I can't
tell them why."
	JC bit his lip. "So what does this have to do
with me?"
	"Everyone here says you're the father figure
here. I sort of thought that maybe you could help
me...it's different in my group, see...we're all equals,
we look at each other like we were all the same...bad
part about that is, there's no one to turn to when we
need something like a mediator or authority figure."
Chris continued sobbing.
	JC reached out to embrace the sobbing Brit. He
was surprised to feel a firm, taut body, one that was
obviously very physically fit. His eyes strayed into
Chris' eyes. He had never noticed that they were a
brilliant green, and he had never noticed as well that
Chris had classic features that mixed the best of
distant Italian and Saxon ancestry. JC licked his
lips.
	Oh, JC was gay. It was a more common phenomenon
in the music industry than the industry would like to
admit. One does get tired of girls if most of the
women in one's life are comprised of either
celebrities that are just about desired by everyone
and shrieking teenage girls begging for more. JC liked
the stability he could find in men, the unabashedness,
the masculine persona of stability, not some decibel
piercing girl who really didn't know what she wanted,
not at least at puberty.
	"What should I do?" Chris cried.
	"Well, what's the problem?" JC asked.
	"I need to tell them that I'm...damn it, I'm gay
JC!"
	That floored JC. This hunk in my arms is gay?
Heaven must be smiling on me today, JC thought.
	"And what do you want to do about it?" JC asked.
	"I don't know." Chris cried out plaintively.
	"Something like---this?" And JC promptly kissed him
fully on the lips.
	It was indescribable. The softness of their lips,
their tongues battling. Chris sighed inwardly. I've
needed this, he thought.
	JC continued his oral assault in Chris' mouth
while gently unbuttoning Chris' shirt. Finally, when
it was removed, JC continued to bear his hands on
Chris's chest, stopping once in a while to knead and
twist Chris' nipples.
	"Oh...oh...oh...JC, what are you doing?" Chris grunted.
	"I'm just starting."
	JC went on, letting his hands do the rest of the
talking. Chris felt like he was putty in JC's hands.
All JC had to do was touch, and he would obey.
	The boy from N'Sync wasn't satisfied however.
Breaking off their kiss, he traveled downwards,
licking Chris' six-pack, inserting his tongue into
Chris' navel.
	Chris literally went weak-kneed at that point,
forcefully dropping to the floor while JC followed,
urging himself between Chris' thighs.
	"Do you like it?" JC panted, pausing for breath.
	"Yes...oh yes!"
	"Then let me show what really makes things
interesting." JC invited.
	Stripping off his pants and underwear, JC showed
Chris his dripping 8-inch cock. Chris followed suit,
to reveal a penis roughly the same size in length and
diameter.
	"What do you know, we're a set of twins!" JC
kidded.
	Just then, Chris suddenly grew silent.
	"What's wrong Chris?" JC asked in alarm.
	"Nothing...just...fuck me JC."
	"What?" JC couldn't believe what he was hearing.
	"Fuck me. Now would be a good time." Chris
grinned. JC smiled in response.
	Lubing his dick with spit, JC readied himself to
enter Chris. Chris, in the meanwhile, was bracing
himself at the bed for his first real fuck.
	"Fuck me now, JC! I need it!" Chris begged.
	Driven by Chris' words, JC forgot the need to be
gentle. He shoved his member deep into Chris' waiting
hole, ignoring the screams of Chris and ignoring the
tightness that was the characteristic of a virgin.
	"JC...shit! Shit...ohmygod..." Chris whimpered in
ecstasy. "What are you doing...stop...not...don't
stop...harder...faster."
	JC slammed his dick into Chris' ass, thrusting
with all possible strength. He knew he was hitting
Chris' prostate. By the looks of things, Chris was in
a state of divine bliss.
	"JC!!! JC!!! FUCK!!! FUCCCK!" Chris screamed,
loving the pain as much as the pleasure. Out of sure
instinct, he gripped JC's dick with the sides of his
hole, catching quicker breaths from JC as his dick was
being assaulted by friction on all sides. He knew he
couldn't take it any more soon.
	Finally, it was too much. Chris screamed as his
load flew out of him and as JC blew load after load
straight into Chris' ass. There was so much cum there,
it began to leak, and JC and Chris collapsed into each
others' arms.
	"Fuck Chris,where did you learn to do all that?"
JC panted.
	"Instinct." Chris smiled, and the two of them
slept blissfully unaware their screams had been heard
by the entire building.


End, Part 2-3