Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 23:36:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Parlance <par_lance1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Goldilocks and the 4 Sparkly Dance Boys

Title: Goldilocks and the Four Sparkly Dance Boys

Author: Parlance

Email address: par_lance1@yahoo.com

Website: http://www.geocities.com/par_lance1

Direct links:
http://www.geocities.com/par_lance1/gold/index.html
and

http://www.geocities.com/par_lance1/gold/goldilocks.html
for storybook version with preeeeetty pictures...
whenever Geocities let's you get to it.  :-P

Feedback: Honest, constructive feedback always
appreciated.  Flames will be applied to JC's mullet.

Rating: PG-13 verging on a mild R

Fandom: Nsync

Pairing: Group Slut Fic featuring my all-around
favorite little slut, Lance.

Date: Finished November 16, 2002

Status: Complete.

Category: Real Person Slash. AU - Fantasy. Humor.
Fluff.

Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. Don't
read if you aren't old enough to do so.

Summary: Gather around, kiddies, it's bedtime!  A
retelling of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, the
quintessential tale of a cute blonde getting away with
murder.

Warnings: None.  Everyone depicted is a consensual
adult even if the timeline doesn't fit.  Very much a
fairy tale on crack, so please read in that spirit.

Archive: Please ask first.

A shout out to Morgenfryd from the Nsync Slash Writers
Workshop for beta'ing!  And much love to the
boyskanks, but especially to Cat for the late-night
inspiration.

**********************************

Once upon a time there was a family of four sparkly
dance boys - Chris, Joey, JC and Justin -- who lived in
a cozy cottage in the Magic Kingdom.  Theirs was
already a happy family, but something was missing.
They lived in near-perfect harmony but they sought
just one more special element to make them complete.

One morning, the sparkly dance boys were not feeling
very sparkly, as they were hung-over and recovering
from a night of late partying.  They slept soundly
well into the morning.  The eldest and youngest of the
sparkly dance boys were the first to stir so they
could play video games on their brand new Playstation
2.  After an hour or two, they were mighty hungry.
But all they had in the house was hot and cold cereal
(it was JC's turn to do the shopping, and he tended to
be rather cheap).  Justin had a bowl of Cinnamon Apple
Jacks.  Chris made himself a bowl of chocolate
Malt-o-Meal, his favorite comfort food.  Chris took
one bite of the still-steaming Malt-o-Meal.

"Thit!" he yelled.  "Ah burn by tong!"

"Dude, you still need someone to teach you how to eat
a bowl of oatmeal?"

"Thuck you.  Ah'm getting thumpin' at McBonal's."

Grumbling, the eldest sparkly dance boy left the house
in search of food that was unlike to cause serious
injury while the youngest ambled back to his room for
a nap.

On the way to McDonald's, Chris stopped by a record
store and lost all track of time.  He forgot about his
hunger and, most importantly, he forgot about an
appointment he had made to complete his search for the
fifth sparkly dance boy.

Not long after Chris left, a pretty young man with
lovely green eyes and locks of (mostly) gold by the
name of Lance came upon the house.  He knocked on the
door, but there was no answer.  It turned out that in
his quest for food, Chris forgot not only about his
meeting with Lance, but also about locking the door
behind him.  After waiting patiently, Lance noticed
that the door was cracked and, figuring that perhaps
these sparkly dance boys were *really* laid back, he
took the open door as an invitation to enter.

"Hello?  Hello?"  Lance called out, but nobody
answered.  Lance shrugged and decided to make himself
at home and wait.  At first he sat down on the couch,
but he sunk low into the couch until only his feet and
bottle-blonde highlights peeked out from over the
edge.

"This feels like a garage sale cast-off," Lance
muttered to himself as he struggled out of the
man-eating sofa.  "This couch is much too soft!"

Then Lance sat down on a metal folding chair - a
recent JC acquisition.   But Lance immediately found
himself almost missing the comfort of the sofa.  "Much
too hard for the Bass Ass!" he thought.  "Must have
been stolen from a concert."

Lance then spotted a bean bag.  "Comfy but not too
comfy," he thought.  It seemed just right.
Unfortunately, Lance flopped down so hard that the
bean bag burst, and the pellets flew out of the chair.


"Oops," Lance said to himself, and hastily flipped the
bag over so the hole would not show.

After the chair fiasco, Lance thought it best to sit
on the floor, far from any cheap furniture.  He kept
still for awhile, but then he became bored and
fidgety.  He spotted a Playstation 2 console with a
game already popped in.  Lance lovingly caressed the
joystick and finally gave in to temptation He was
pretty good too.   He firmly grasped the joystick,
gritted his teeth and played fervently - much too
fervently.  He juggled around the joystick until he
heard a *crack* and the joystick would move no longer.

"Oh dear!" Lance thought.  "It's okay, it's just the
joystick."

At that moment, Lance's stomach growled; he hadn't yet
eaten.  So, he tossed the broken part on the floor
with the TV still on and strolled towards the kitchen
to forage for food.

Lance found a bowl of chocolate Malt-o-Meal on the
table.  He produced a clean spoon from the drawer and
took a bite.  He gagged.  "This is much too cold!"
Lance abandoned the bowl with the spoon still standing
in it.

Undaunted, Lance looked in the cabinet for something
else, and found a box of wheat germ.  He opened it and
sniffed.  "Much too disgusting even to try," Lance
thought, so he left the open box on the counter.

Next, he found a box of Cinnamon Apple Jacks.  Lance
had never tried that flavor, so he poured himself a
bowl and helped himself to some milk.  He really liked
the cereal ("This is just right!") and he gobbled up
two bowls!

There was a handful of nuggets left in the box, so
Lance munched on those and threw away the box.  Lance
replaced the carton of milk in the fridge, figuring it
was only polite to leave the last remaining gulp for
his hosts.

Lance checked his watch; Chris was now an hour late
for their meeting.  Lance wondered if perhaps he was
still in his room.  So he crept up the stairs and
knocked on the first door he saw.  When he opened the
door, he found a beautiful curly-haired sparkly dance
boy sound asleep.  He was wearing only his pajama
bottoms, and he had a six-pack to die for.

"Chris?" Lance whispered softly.  The sleeping figure
groaned but did not respond.  Lance stared wistfully
at the sparkly dance boy's full, pouty lips and he
began to feel pretty horny.  Within moments, Lance
threw off his clothes and took full advantage of his
gracious hosts' hospitality.

The curly-haired man awoke instantly and was at once
fearful.  But he immediately fell under the spell of
Lance's intense green eyes and kissed him
passionately.  Lance was especially delighted to find
that he was tight, tight, tight as a virgin.

Lance soon found, however, that the young man was not
to his liking.  He was far too muscular and his body
offered no give whatsoever.  To make matters worse, he
was more concerned with showing off his special moves
than with satisfying his partner.  "Much too
egotistical!" Lance thought.

Lance found the sparkly dance boy to be a
disappointing lay and he left the hapless youth to
finish himself off.

Still naked, Lance approached the second door in the
hallway.  Inside was another, more slender sparkly
dance boy, slightly older than the first, with dark
wavy hair.  He was already sitting at his desk - in
brand spanking-new white underwear and socks - penning
a song.  As soon as the two men caught sight of each
other, Lance was caught by the spell of the other
man's piercing blue eyes, and in turn the sparkly
dance boy was rendered helpless before the (mostly)
blonde's gaze.  They fell upon each other with
abandon.

Lance learned that this particular sparkly dance boy
was much more eager to please his partner than the
first.  Perhaps too eager.  After five minutes of
lovemaking, he was already making out a list of
wedding guests.  "Far too clingy!" Lance thought.

To top it all off, the second sparkly dance boy was
bony and angular and left Lance with accidental
bruises and cuts.  Lance decided to leave well enough
alone as he pried himself from the embrace of the
sparkly dance boy as his pretty blue eyes welled with
tears.

Still horny as hell, Lance made one last attempt to
satisfy his needs and knocked on the third door.
Asleep was another dark-haired sparkly dance boy, but
this one was much more burly than the second.  And he
had facial hair - a particular weakness of Lance's.
When the third sparkly dance boy awoke, Lance found
that he had the warmest brown eyes he had ever seen on
a man.  To Lance's delight, he was already naked under
the covers, so he had easy access.

Lance liked this one most of all.  He was soft and
pliant in all the right areas.  He was giving, but not
clingy.  He gave a mean blowjob.  And best of all, he
was not too tight, not too loose, not too big, not too
small.

This one fit just right.

*****************************

An hour and a half later, Chris returned to the house,
huffing and puffing, having suddenly remembered that
he was late for an interview.  When he arrived at the
door he saw that, oh no! someone had broken into the
house!  Chris hurried in, knowing he would never
forgive himself if something awful happened to his
younger brothers.

But what he found weren't signs of carnage or
burglary, but rather evidence of a careless
houseguest.  The TV was on, but no one was there to
watch it.  Someone had made a deep dent in the sofa.
JC's metal chair had bent from the weight of an
enormous ass.  A trail of bean bag pellets lead to a
torn chair.  And worst of all, someone had broken
Chris' beloved Playstation 2!

Already peeved, Chris marched into the kitchen and
found his bowl of Malt-o-Meal with two spoons sticking
out of the middle, an open box of wheat germ and an
empty box Cinnamon Apple Jacks in the trash.  Chris
prayed that it was Justin himself who finished the
precious box of Apple Jacks rather than a soon-to-be
unfortunate interloper.

Chris was afraid to go upstairs to see what awaited
him.  He knocked on Justin's door and found two very
pissed off and sexually frustrated sparkly dance boys.

"What's going on here?!" Chris bellowed.  "Someone
tore up our furniture, *broke* my friggin'
Playstation, and ate up all the cereal!"

"And he won't finish what he started.  He's a tease!"
JC added mournfully.

"The cereal's all *gone*?!" Justin demanded.  "Well,
that does it.  I know just where he is!"

Three disgruntled sparkly dance boys (two of them
still in the buff) kicked open the door to Joey's room
and found Lance and Joey peacefully spooned together.
They both stirred immediately.  As soon as Lance
opened his beautiful, shimmering green eyes, every
furious word they were prepared to express died in
their throats.  The anger faded from their faces, and
JC was smiling again.

"Hey, guys," Joey greeted his fellow sparkly dance
boys as he hugged Lance to him.  "Is this our new guy?
 He's cute.  Can we keep him?"

"I- I don't know," Chris stuttered.  He had something
terribly important to say but he completely forgot
whatever it was as he watched the lissome green-eyed
vixen stretch out cat-like in Joey's arms.  "Can you
sing?" Chris asked him.

"Yes, of course.  I sing bass," Lance replied.

"Hmmmm... turns out we need a bass.  Can you dance?"

"Not really."

"You can learn.  But..." Chris added, his memory still
fuzzy, "you caused damage to our house."

"I'm sorry," Lance replied as he licked his lips.  "I
promise I'll pay my way somehow."

"Well, that's good enough for me," Chris decided.  The
others nodded their heads in agreement.  With that,
all four boys pounced simultaneously on the (mostly)
golden-locked beauty and officially welcomed him as
their newest sparkly dance boy.

And they all lived deliriously happy ever after.

The End