Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2000 15:37:05 GMT
From: S S <sshayla@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Going Clubbin'" (Gay/Celebrity/Boy-Bands)

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Disclaimer: I have no association with any member of *NSYNC, their families,
management, etc. This is a work of fiction. I do not intend to imply
anything about the sexualities of either Lance Bass or Joey Fatone. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely (partially?)
coincidental. This story contains graphic descriptions of homosexual
(male/male) sex, as well as *some* intimate hetero action. Don't read it if
you object to that kind of thing for any reason or if it is illegal for you
to do so.
Lyrics to "California Love" appear courtesy of 2Pac.


Going Clubbin'
Copyright (C) 2000 Shayla-Shayla

//"...Your city is tha bomb if your city makin' pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin' it down for
Californ-eye-ay..."//

The sounds of 2Pac's post-mortem hit came through the radio in the van
heading to the club, and Justin bobbed his head along to the beat, eyes
closed and oblivious to his surroundings. Lance glanced his way and smirked,
slouching down in his seat and putting a foot up on the back of the front
seat as he folded his hands across his waist. Beside and opposite to him, JC
and Joey were silently lip-synching along with the lyrics as well, sharing
smirks at appropriate and inappropriate moments alike. Chris sat peering out
the window, randomly commenting on things that he saw go by. Lance smiled
again to himself, bouncing his knee to the rhythm, and watched Joey until he
caught the older man's attention and received a broad grin in return. There
was nothing unusual or out of place about the exchange, but his anticipation
for the evening ahead was rising already.

"Okay, guys, everyone's on his own tonight," Justin warned when they reached
their destination. "Don't wait up for me; I'll probably just roam the floor
a bit, get sweaty, all that. JC, you coming with?"

JC shook his head. "Nah, I'll get us a booth and meet you there, though; how
does that sound?" he asked, searching his other groupmates' faces for
approval of his idea.

Joey and Lance exchanged glances. "I think I'll be looking for some female
attention tonight, so maybe I should get a different booth from the rest of
you guys," Joey stated, his brown eyes twinkling lecherously. Lance simply
laughed in response.

"Um, I think Joey might need babysitting if that's his plan, so how about
the two of us get our own booth and the rest of you share yours?" Lance
suggested, waiting for JC's nod.

"All right then; if I don't run into you guys tonight I'll catch you in the
morning. See ya," JC called as Joey and Lance made their way into the crowd
in search of a vacant booth.

**********

"Hey," a brunette with blonde highlights in her hair purred as she slid into
the booth next to Joey. "I know you... you're in *NSYNC, right? Joey,
right?" Lance bowed his head to hide the rolling of his eyes and stirred his
drink with mock fascination. He and Joey had both noticed the girl glancing
surreptitiously their way for the past hour as she made her way over to
their end of the club, and they had deliberately made it clear by their body
language that they were flying solo; it was only a matter of time before she
would attempt to strike up a conversation.

Joey nodded at her, raising an arm and slipping it behind her on the booth.
"Yeah, that's me. And what's your name?" He slid a little closer to Lance
under the pretense of making more room for the brunette, and his leg brushed
by Lance's, sending an immediate spark up his thigh.

"Oh, I'm Natalie, but you can call me Nat," she responded as she grinned
confidently, lost in Joey's gaze. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear
and Joey started to caress her shoulder with the hand he had around her. She
was pretty, Lance noted; not his type, really... but pretty. She had on body
glitter that was coming off in Joey's hand as he touched her.

"So, are you from around here?" Joey asked, leaning in to her, almost
nuzzling her ear; an unmistakably intimate gesture. His other hand crept
under the table and he traced a line up the outside of Lance's leg from knee
to hip with his pinky. Lance cleared his throat to prevent himself from
groaning and took a large mouthful from his drink, closing his eyes and
gripping the glass tightly. He found his hand creeping up the thigh of a
blonde who had been making eyes at him all evening as well, standing on the
other end of their booth. His fingers toyed with the hem of her mini-skirt
and she gasped at the unexpected attention, bringing a hand up and tracing
circles on the nape of his neck. Between her and Joey, Lance's hair was
beginning to stand on end.

"No, my friends and I decided on a little road trip this summer," the
brunette - Nat - was saying, tilting her head even further towards Joey and
giggling as he stroked her neck with one hand and kneaded Lance's thigh with
the other. "We heard you guys might be in town, so we thought we'd swing on
by."

"Oh, that sounds interesting," Joey murmured, not interested at all, as he
bent to drop a kiss on her collarbone. Underneath the table, his hand
brushed Lance's groin, and with a choked gasp Lance sprang into action,
pulling the blonde he'd been touching down to sit next to him. Mindful of
the company, Joey removed his hand, and Lance felt cool air rush over the
place where his hand had been.

"Hi," Lance whispered breathlessly to the blonde, aware that he hadn't even
spoken to her yet despite their physical contact. He wasn't in the mood to
talk further, however, pressing his mouth to hers and slouching over her
somewhat so that passerbys wouldn't see him cupping her breast. His other
hand slid down her legs, bringing them both up so that they rested over his
lap. Her knee brushed by his arousal and he shuddered. *Please be done now,
Joe,* he pleaded in his mind. *Let's get out of here...*

He was down to the fifth button on her blouse, kissing a path to her
cleavage, when he felt Joey touch his shoulder. "I think I'm gonna head back
to the hotel," Joey began, his hair slightly dishevelled and lipstick
staining his lips. "You coming?"

Lance pulled away from the girl, sliding his hand out neatly from under her
shirt. "Yeah... yeah, I'll meet up with you in just a second, okay?" Joey
nodded and slid out of the booth; Nat had disappeared already.  Lance
inhaled deeply and pushed the blonde's legs off of his lap gently, turning
to face her. "Um, I guess I better go. It's late and we've got an early day
tomorrow, so..." He gave her an apologetic look and shrugged.

She seemed to understand, nodding as she stood up. "Yeah, it's okay. I had a
good time, Lance. Maybe you'll get to finish next time, right?"

Lance looked at her, puzzled for a moment before he realized that she was
referring to him and her. "Sure. I'll be fine," he assured her, and as she
turned away he cringed at her calling him by name, realizing that he'd never
gotten hers. But that wasn't important now, anyway; finishing his drink with
a long swig, he wondered if he could catch up with Joey before he reached
their van.

**********

The two remained silent on the ride back to the hotel, opting to keep the
radio and CD player turned off for the trip. Lance watched Joey in the
near-darkness, as the light of an occasional street light illuminated his
features and picked up the highlights in his hair. He knew that his body was
beginning to flush in excitement, and he hummed to himself, rocking his
upper body and fiddling with his fingers to keep himself from reaching out
and doing something he wouldn't be able to explain to their bodyguards.

At the hotel, security did an admirable job of holding back the girls who
had congregated outside Joey's room as Joey followed Lance up to his own
room. Once inside, Lance casually dumped his key and sunglasses onto the
nightstand and pulled off his hat, tossing it onto the chair next to the
door. "That was a nice-looking girl you had there," he observed, running his
fingers through his hair to dispel its limpness, before pulling his shirt
over his head and letting it fall to the floor.

"Yeah," Joey agreed, checking his appearance in the mirror. "What was her
name again? Nat? She was all right." He wiped at his mouth to remove the
lipstick stains and mussed his hair with both hands. "What was your girl
named? I didn't hear much talking going on on your end."

Lance grinned. "That's 'cause there wasn't. I didn't get her name."

"That's so unlike you," Joey pointed out. He paused to grin into the mirror,
then turned and strode back to stand by Lance.

Lance shrugged. "I didn't feel in a flirting mood tonight," he admitted. He
started to unbutton Joey's shirt as he spoke. "I was hot."

Joey chuckled. "You were horny."

"I *was* horny," Lance repeated, smiling, and he tilted his head up to meet
Joey with a chaste kiss. Suddenly Joey found himself spun around, his back
to the door, and Lance was kissing his chest feverishly, long fingers
pulling on the remaining buttons of his shirt. He glanced down and was met
with a view of the top of Lance's head; he could see all of the natural
browns underneath their bleached tips and caught glimpses of his scalp. He
reached down with both hands and smoothed down Lance's hair, sliding his
hands around to cup his face as Lance kissed his way down Joey's body.

Joey allowed Lance to undo his belt buckle and unfasten his jeans and fly,
fingers straying over his erection, before pulling him back up to his full
height. "Come with me," he whispered huskily, backing Lance up to his bed.
He slipped his hands between them and stroked Lance's hardness through his
jeans, feeling his own jeans slide down his legs with the pull of gravity as
they kissed. Stepping out of the denim pool around his ankles, he pressed
Lance back onto his bed and leaned heavily over him. "How about that girl
you were dancing with earlier," he asked softly, dropping kisses along
Lance's jawline. "Did you get her number?"

Lance nodded as he cupped Joey's face with both hands. "Yeah, I wrote it
here," he answered, removing his left hand briefly to show Joey the navy
blue digits scrawled on the inside of his wrist. He rubbed his thumbs
lightly over Joey's newly clean-shaven cheeks and chin; something he'd asked
Joey to do just to try out for a little while. He loved how smooth it made
Joey feel to him. "I thought she was very hot," he continued, although it
was becoming more difficult to speak normally with Joey's hand continually
massaging him through his jeans.

"I thought she was hot, too," Joey allowed, finally unbuckling Lance's belt
and undoing his button-fly, pulling his jeans and underwear over his hips in
one fluid motion. He slid his tongue between Lance's lips and kissed him
again, feeling the blond's hands slide down his stomach and tug on the
waistband of his briefs.

With clothes no longer in the way, Lance began to talk more to dispel the
apprehension that appeared every time they did this. "I wonder if the guys
are still at the club," he mused, as Joey kissed his stomach and caressed
his thighs. His fingers played about Joey's shortened locks and he toyed
with the stud that graced the top of Joey's left ear.

Joey shrugged and ran his hands up Lance's thighs soothingly, aware of the
younger man's tension. "I bet JC and Chris have come back already, but
Justin's probably still out there havin' a blast," he commented lightly,
before taking Lance's erection in hand and lowering his mouth to apply a
firm suction. He noted the absense of a reply to his words and smiled to
himself.

**********

It was really only the initial pain that made Lance wary of these nights,
but Joey always tried to be understanding. As he entered Lance he felt the
younger man's fingers digging hard into his shoulders in tension and pain.
"Sorry," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss Lance, to swallow his whimper
of pain. "Sorry." He continued to press forward slowly and traced his
lover's sides with a soft touch until Lance's grip loosened; then he lowered
his head to Lance's chest and moved steadily within him.

Lance wrapped his arms tightly around Joey's neck and met his thrusts, his
own erection trapped between their bodies. He pulled Joey's face up to meet
his and gazed into his eyes, fire lighting the green beneath his lashes.
They kissed with renewed ferocity, all tenderness forgotten as Joey sped up
his thrusts, his hands moving to Lance's hips and pinning them to the bed.

After several minutes Lance tore his mouth from Joey's and arched his back,
his eyes wide and his breathing ragged, and Joey knew that both of their
releases were imminent. Only moments later, Lance moaned from deep within
his throat as he came between them, and even Joey clamping a hand over his
mouth to stifle the sound had little effect. Replacing his hand with his
mouth, Joey gasped out his own orgasm and felt his limbs go weak over
Lance's body.

Rolling off of Lance, breathless, Joey pulled him close and rested his head
on top of Lance's hair, feeling the now-limp spikes tickle his neck. It was
several minutes before either of them spoke.

"Wanna go clubbin' again tomorrow night?" Joey asked, rubbing circles along
Lance's damp upper back.

Lance smiled into Joey's chest as he picked playfully at the hairs that grew
there. "Oh yeah. Definitely."

**********

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