Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 21:43:19 EDT
From: Pete1211@aol.com
Subject: Lance,JC and the Astral Fan

Well, it had to happen sooner or later.  After reading so many of the
stories here, I got inspired to write my own.  This is my first time, so be
gentle.
	Other authors have infuenced me. I have taken a bit from them. I
hope I will do them credit. Kevin, you have inspired me. This is my work. I
hope I do not copy too much from you. And I hope that the spirit you have
shown is still there.

This is a work fiction. It is a nicer word than a pack of lies with a few
facts mixed in. It is not meant to imply anything about the people involved
with this story, their real lives or their real sexuality. These
characters' actions are only the imagination of the author. (What power!)
And he is alone responsible for story. To my knowledge, no one in NSYNC is
gay, has ever been gay or will be gay in the future.  And, yes, there will
be sex. I have never written erotica before, so I hope it will be enjoyable
to you. It will take a few chapters to get there, so please be patient.
	If you cannot have gay role models in real life, sometimes, you
have to invent them. This is a fantasy.
	"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream."
	  If the idea of two members of this group being lovers offends
you, stop reading now. If not, go for it. I hope you enjoy the story.


	Justin was looking out the car window as the lights of the city
flashed by.  He closed his eyes and rubbed them lightly with his fingers.
	"I think I need to get my eyes checked." He blinked.
	"Me, too." added Joey.  "Every time I open them I can still see
you."
	Joey sure was hyper after the concert.  It was usually Chris making
the jokes. He was sitting silently looking out the window.
	Justin continued, "All during the concert I kept seeing this
multicolored blur."
	"The price you pay for being in the spotlight."  Joey smiled.
 	"Yeah, but this blur was moving around. Sometimes it seemed like it
was over the audience and one time, I swear, it was so close I could almost
reach out and touch it."
	Chris shifted uneasily.  He opened the cooler.  "Do they have any
water in here? I'm thirsty."

	"Now that you mention it." All eyes turned to Lance.  "During "I
Drive Myself Crazy", I saw this glowing shape.  It drifted in from the
audience.  It had almost reached us when Chris got up to move down stage.
It looked like it barely missed you."
	Chris grabbed a plastic bottle from the cooler. "I didn't see
anything unusual."
	"Is there anything to eat in there?" Joey leaned for the cooler.
	"If it was that close, you'd think somebody else would have seen it
too."
	"When you're on stage, all you see is the audience." Lance chided
JC. "When you're not singing with your eyes closed, that is."

	Chris twisted the bottle cap.  Water sprayed across the backseat.
	"Chris!"
	He grinned. "Sorry."
	"What's the big deal?" Joey shut the cooler with disappointment.
"This glowing shape stayed mainly in the audience.  It obviously wanted to
keep its distance.  It was kind of pretty though.  All those colors
whirling and flashing."
	JC looked incredulous. "You saw it, too?"
	"Well, now and then.  Sort of."
	JC sighed. "Maybe is was a balloon or a beach ball or something."
	"Maybe it was some kind of sprite. You know like a pixie or a
fairy." Joey smirked at Lance. Lance stuck his tongue out at him.
	Justin moved his finger pointing at Chris and Joey.  "Did you two
switch bodies?"

	Chris closed his eyes. He couldn't believe this but he was getting
fed up with this joking.
	"It was a dude." He said softly.  He took a drink from the bottle.
	They all turned to Chris. "What?"
	"A dude." Chris repeated. " You know, a guy."
	Joey grinned, "Definitely a fairy then." JC glared at him.
	"You're saying that this glowing thing was a man flitting around
during the concert?" said JC.
	"Probably had a good view," added Joey.
	"Yeah. It's just that he was out of himself."
	"You sure you're not out of your head?" teased Joey.
	"No. Out of himself." Chris tried to explain.  "You know, astral
projection."
	"You keep up this strange talk and I will project your astral right
out of this car."
	"If you would stop channeling Chris for a moment," snapped
Justin. "Don't you read the rag sheets." He looked back at Chris. " You
mean this guy was having an out of the body experience at our concert?"
	"Right. His body was somewhere else.  What we saw was his aural or
mental energy."
	Joey opened his mouth.  Justin and JC turned and glared at him. He
shut it again, smiling.

	Lance looked thoughtful.  "Energy?  That's why the colors and the
flashing?"
	"Bingo," said Chris. "They say that the colors and the flashing
show the person's emotional state. You know bright for happy. Dim for sad.
Most of the time he should be invisible to us in that state. Either it was
the darkness or he lacked the experience to fully..." He let it drop.
	Silence.
	"Well, I hope it doesn't catch on.  It would really kill our ticket
sales."
	Justin started to pummel Joey.

	Lance, use to ignoring the commotion was staring out the window. "I
wonder what that would be like."
	JC took Lance's hand.  "Hey, babe.  You're not going anywhere.  Not
without me. I won't let you."
	Lance nestled closer to JC. "Nowhere else I'd rather be."  JC put
his arm around him.
	He sighed. "I was just wondering.  That's all."  JC kissed him on
the forehead.
	"Ah, gees.  They're at it again," groaned Joey between pummeling.
"Wait! Wait!"
	Justin stopped.  "What?"
	Joey was grinning. "Do you know what Queen Guinevere and JC have in
common?"
	Justin raised an eyebrow and looked suspiciously at Joey.  First a
fairy joke, now a queen joke?
	"They both love Lancelot! Get it?"
	"Joey, prepare for pain."  Justin resumed his attack.
	JC gave Lance a slight squeeze. He smiled down at him. "Finally, a
joke I like."
	Chris was looking out the window at the night sky.  He wondered
where that guy was now.
	The car drove on to the hotel.


	Something nudged JC out of his sleep. He could feel the warmth of
Lance snuggled up at his side. He opened his eyes and scanned the room.
Nothing.  Maybe he was just imagining... No. There it was.  A glowing Shape
appeared out of the wall.  It was more distinct now probably because of the
darkness in the room.  It was just as the others had described it.  It had
many colors lightly glowing and swirling around the form.  It was vaguely
human in shape with parts of it faded out and then reappeared.  It hovered
by the wall for a moment then slowly started to bob about the room.

	Lance groaned slightly and shifted himself closer to JC.  "Sh!"  JC
whispered into Lance's ear.
	Lance turned his head a little. "What's up, lover? And please tell
me its you."
	"Sh." JC whispered back.  "He's here."
	"Who?"
	"Our friend from the concert."
	Lance lifted his head.
	The Shape was moving toward the table by the window.  It seemed to
reach out to grab the table, but it passed right through it and vanished
through the door of the closet. After a little time it emerged from the
door again.  It floated across the room.  This time it reached for the
chair.  It managed a slight hold, but its grip slipped off sending it
spinning into the bathroom.

	Lance stifled a laugh. "Now we know why it was all over the place
at the concert."
	"Sh."  JC pulled the covers back and stepped onto the floor.  Lance
started to do the same, but JC gestured for him to stay put.  He crept
cautiously to the bathroom door and peered in.

	"Do you see it?"
	JC jumped. "I thought you were to stay in the bed."
	"Safety in numbers?" Lance smiled, looking back at him.  Even in
crisis JC couldn't say "no" to those eyes.  He motioned Lance to follow and
they entered the bathroom.
	It wasn't there.  JC felt a little relief.  Maybe it was gone.
	Lance tapped him on the shoulder. JC jumped again. "Will you stop
doing that!" he hissed.
	"But, baby." Lance whispered back.  He pointed back toward the
room.  They peered out of the bathroom door.
	 The Shape was moving slowly toward the table again.  This time it
managed to stop itself.  The colors changed more slowly now.  It turned
toward the bed.  The bed was empty.  The color change sped up again varying
between dark and bright colors.  It seemed confused.  It scanned the room.
JC felt Lance's fingers tighten on his bare arm as the shape turned towards
them.  JC tried to make a defiant stance in front of Lance.

	The colors of the Shape began to change more quickly now.  It
seemed to Lance like it was nervous.  Nobody moved. The minutes seemed to
drag by.
	"What should we do?" whispered Lance.
	"How the hell should I know?" hissed back JC.
	"Language, lover." Lance taunted back.
	"Sh!"
	Lance was feeling a little bolder.  His fear was beginning to wear
off.  "We can't stand here in our shorts all night."  The Shape shifted
away slightly.  Could it be it heard him and it was embarrassed?  Lance
decided to try something.  "May I ask what you are doing here?"

	The Shape reacted.  The color change took on a flickering
pattern. It raised what Lance supposed were its arms up to what Lance
supposed was its face. The arms were visible in only a few places.  If it
had hands, they were completely invisible.  It seemed to be checking
itself.  Lance caught the gesture.
	"Yes, we can see you."  The Shape became a frenzy of colors.  It
started to back away from them.  "Please, don't be afraid, we won't hurt
you."
	"Hurt it!" JC snapped. "How do you hurt that?"  The Shape kept
backing away toward the window.
	"Please, wait." Lance begged. "Who are you? What are you? How did
you get in here?"
	JC was getting mad.  He stepped toward the Shape.  "And what are
you doing creeping about our bedroom in the middle of the night? I should
call security!"  The Shape stumbled backwards. It passed through the wall
and window. It hovered outside the window for a second.  It looked down,
back up at them, then fell out of sight.

	"JC!" Lance ran to the window.  The Shape was no where to be seen.
Lance turn around to JC. "Why did you do that? Couldn't you see he was
scared?"
	"He was scared!" JC countered. He walked to the bed and flicked on
the light.
	"I hope he's all right"
	JC turned his head. "Him?  My heart is still beating major
time. But don't worry about me.  I'll be fine." He sat down on the bed.
	Lance walked over and sat down next to him. "I'm sorry.  It's just
the way he went. Falling like that."
	JC put his arm around Lance.  "I'm sorry, too. It's just I'm a
little freaked out.  Its not everyday you see a ghost."
	"He wasn't a ghost." Lance corrected him.  "Remember, Chris said it
was his mental energy. You know Astral Projection."  Lance looked toward
the window. "Do you think he'll come back?"
	"I doubt it." JC kissed Lance on the cheek. "Let's get back in
bed."
	Lance crossed to his side of the bed.  They both slid under the
covers.

	"What was he doing here in the first place?" JC asked.  He raised
his arm and let Lance snuggled close.
	"Maybe he is a fan." Lance laid his head on JC's chest.
	"What does that have to do with it?"  JC began running his fingers
through Lance's hair.
	"He was at the concert, right? So maybe he wanted to see if he
could get a closer look at us."
	 "Good thing we were so tired after the concert, he would have
gotten an eye full."
	Lance's head popped up. "You don't think...?" He trailed off his
face turning crimson.
	JC smiled. "Nah.  Besides you'd think he would have brought a
camera."
	"He probably dropped it earlier."
	"Well, he certainly would have dropped it later."
	"Thanks for dropping by." They broke into laughter.
	JC grinned. "He reminded me of the cartoons when someone runs off
the cliff. The way he looked down, at us and then "Aahh!" He dropped his
hand to the bed. "I'd expect to see an outline in the pavement in the
morning."
	Lance frowned. "That's not funny."
	"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I know his departure
bothered you."
	Lance settled back "I don't know. I kind of felt sorry for him."
	"That's my caring baby." JC changed the subject. "Come on; let's
get some sleep.  Big photo shoot tomorrow.  Early!" He switched off the
light.
	Lance rolled onto his side.  He felt JC snuggled up to him. He
scanned the room one more time before closing his eyes. "I hope he is all
right," Lance thought.  He drifted off to sleep.


	Peter opened his eyes.  He was back in his room.  He gave a sigh of
relief.  Damn, he hated heights!  Even though he knew there was no danger
this time, there was still the panic as he fell from that height. He wished
he could learn to hover. Anyway, now he was home.
	It wasn't bad for the third attempt.  Not bad? It was dreadful.  He
needed to learn control.  Especially stopping.  True, he still passed right
through solid objects.  But, he still lacked the experience to keep from
cringing. Waiting for the impact.
	That time during the concert when he couldn't stop and floated onto
the stage.  Talk about panic! Mostly it was a fear of him being seen.  But
also he had never been through people before.  He didn't know what the
effect would be.
	He was supposed to be invisible in this state. That other fiasco at
the hotel told him different.  Great!  Now the two guys he really cared
about would think he's some kind of ghostly peeping tom.  Damn. This night
didn't turn out well at all. All in all it had been a terrible week. It was
so depressing. Why doesn't anything go right? Peter began to feel the tears
forming.  He choked them back.  No.  He wasn't going to go there.
	He changed tack.  At least he got to see them. During the concert
and then after. Especially, after.  He smiled.  JC and Lance were his
favorite two members from NSYNC.  He had been lucky enough to spot the
group entering their car for the ride back to the hotel.  And miracles of
miracles, he could actually keep up.  Then when he had found his way to
their rooms, there they were standing side by side. In their shorts.
No. That wasn't important. He wished he could have brought a camera.  His
memory wasn't the best. But now he knew!
	He got out of bed and crossed to the TV where the JC marionette
hung on its post.  Well, it was supposed to hang.  Peter didn't like to see
JC just hanging there so he had placed a box under the feet.  Then arranged
the doll so it leaned against the post.  It looked much more comfortable
that way.
	"So JC it really is you and Lance.  I'm so happy for you."
	He wished he had purchased that Lance doll when he had the chance.
Now they were all sold out. This JC he had cursed to be without the love of
his life. He could relate.
	Whoever had designed the doll's body had definitely been a muscle
freak.  He rubbed his finger across the doll's chest. Nice pecs.
	What was he doing?  Playing with dolls at his age? I am really
sick! What an old pervert! He turned away.

	Why was it that the groups he liked seemed to have such young fans?
And girls fans at that.  It was the same old story.  He was always out of
place. Isn't that why he went to the concert "that way"?  So he wouldn't be
seen.  He was uncomfortable to be so much older than the rest of the
fans. But he liked them and their music. That was nothing to be ashamed
about.
	He thought for a moment.  Maybe he should get the Justin doll.

	Unnoticed by Peter, a Shape had entered the room.  This one however
knew how to stay invisible. It floated completely around the room checking
out the pictures on the walls and what was on the shelves.  Suddenly its
colors brightened.  It had noticed Peter's record collection.

	Peter sat back down on the bed.  It was late and he was tired. He
stretched out under the sheets.  He propped three beaten and worn pillows
up in a pile for his head.  The fourth he placed on the empty half of the
bed. He lay down on his side.  He stretched his arm across the pillow in
front of him.

	The Shape moved away from the records and floated toward the bed.

	Peter caressed the pillow gently.  He remembered his first glimpse
of JC and Lance in bed. (He had managed a brief glance before his encounter
with that damn table and the closet door.) There had been a bright light
blue glow around them.  They had looked so beautiful together.  "If
only..." He sighed, maybe someday. He patted the pillow again.
	"Goodnight, lover."

	Why was he fooling himself?  It would never happen. After all these
years it should have been obvious to him. Why did he torture himself with
this hope? "What are you thinking?"  His mind railed at him. "You'll always
be alone!"  No. Don't. The tears started.  He could feel the emptiness
inside growing again.  He hugged the pillow to him.  The pain filled his
heart and chest.  "Who would ever want you!"  Wave after wave of anguish
filled him. Please, don't.  "They are so beautiful and you are so..." Tears
burned his eyes.  Unattractive? "Ugly!"  His body began to shake. Peter
buried his face in the pillow, sobbing.  No, please, stop. "You'll never
know that kind of love!" His mind screamed at him. "Never!!  It will never
ever happen to you!!!"

	The Shape's colors began to dim.  Slowly it lowered itself toward
the sobbed form.  It lightly touched Peter's shoulder. It wanted to help.
It concentrated.  Its colors slowly began to brighten.  It pulsed its color
down around the shaking form.  Slowly the sobbed subsided. Peter's
breathing come more regular. He relaxed. Soon he slipped into sleep.
	The Shape began to connect to Peter's emotions.  All the emotions
stored in Peter's mind.  It sensed them.  It wanted to know.
	Later the Shape floated out of the room.  It made its way to the
front door and noted the apartment number.  Quickly it followed the hall to
the front door. It looked up at the house number. Then it moved the street
corner.  It remembered the street.  With great speed it disappeared into
the night.


	The photo shoot was at the atrium of a large mall.  An area had
been decorated with fake palm trees set at different angles. They even had
sand spread around to make it look more like a beach.  Large spotlights
were set up encircling the area. Security held the screaming girls at bay.

	Peter watched from a distance.  Not that he had much choice.  The
third floor on the far side of the atrium was the only place not occupied
by the screaming fans. There was a break in the shooting.  Justin, Joey and
Chris were idly tossing a beach ball around.  Lance and JC sat on
producer's chairs in front of two of the fake palm trees just out of the
bright lights.

	One eager fan decided she could get a better view from one of the
fake palm trees.  She picked one of two palms bending toward each other in
an upside down V formation.  The tree wobbled as she climbed.  A security
guard noticed the would-be monkey and barked an order.  The fan reluctantly
dropped from the tree. The security guard went into a lecture about safety
as the two walked away.

	Peter, however, kept watching the tree. No one else seemed to
notice.  It was still wobbling from the dismount of the fan.  It slowly
rotated at its base and began to topple forward.  It fell for only about a
foot.  It got caught in the branches of the other tree leaning toward it.
Now the wobbling was transferred to the other tree.  Peter could sense that
the trees were not very firmly anchored and the added weight of the other
tree wasn't helping.  Below the trees was a line of large spotlights on
tripods.  These surrounded the area where photo shoot people were milling
about. Peter felt the prickling of his skin.
	There was a disaster in the making.  But what could he do?  Yell a
warning? This far away all he could do is watch.  If only there was a quick
way for him to get over there to warn them.  Then it dawned on him.  But
would he be fast enough?  Please, let this work. He closed his eyes.

	Chris was getting bored.  He threw the beach ball to Joey. "This is
daff."
	"We're not forcing you to do this," replied Joey tossing the ball
to Justin.
	"If you want to quit, quit." Justin tossed the ball back to Chris.
	Chris caught the ball. "Fine. I quit."  He turned and started to
walk away.
	"Hey, what about the ball?"
	Chris put on a haughty air. "Its mine now." He turned and strutted
away.
	"Fine, you're throwing like a wuss anyway," joked Joey.  He turned
to Justin laughing.
	In a smooth motion Chris turned and lobbed the ball at Joey hitting
him square on the side of his head.
	"Hey!"
	"One point for the wuss." Chris walked away.

	"This waiting sucks!" Chris kicked at the sand.
	"Comes with..."
	"The job, I know." Chris finished JC's sentence. "It still sucks."
	Lance nodded toward the sea of fans around them. "Do you think he's
here?"
	"I don't know.  Could be.  Probably in the flesh this time,"
answered JC.
	"Who are you talking about?" questioned Chris.
	Before they could answer the beach ball landed between them with
Joey in pursuit.
	"Oops. Sorry, guys."
	Lance and JC exchanged a glance. "We had a visitor in our room last
night"
	Joey raised an eyebrow. "Really? Was he cute?"
	"Not that kind," replied JC.  "The glowing guy.  You know the one
from the concert last night."
	"You're kidding!"
	"Oh." Chris said, idly kicking at the sand. "What happened?"
	"Nothing much. Just scared the crap out of us, bobbed around the
room and fell out the window."
	"He went through the window then fell," corrected Lance.
	"Did he get to see anything?" Joey winked.
	Chris rolled his eyes. "How daff." He muttered under his breath.
	"No. We were asleep at the time."
	"Too bad." Joey shrugged.  "To get a look at you guys being all
"chummy" was probably just what the old perv was there for."
	Chris blew up. "He's not a perv!"
	"Gees, take it easy. I was just joking."  Joey walked away.
	Lance looked inquisitively at Chris. "How do you know he wasn't a
perv?"
	"I just know." Chris paused. "If you guys wanted privacy, he
wouldn't have been able to enter the room in the first place."
	"Wanted privacy! It was the middle of the night and we were asleep!
We weren't exactly sending out invitations!"
	Lance put his hand on his lover's arm. "JC, calm down."

	Chris suddenly straightened.  He turned away.  He could hear some
slight kind of commotion, but he felt something worse was going to happen
	Lance noticed Chris's sudden change. "What is it?"
	"He's here." Chris said softly.
	JC tensed. "You mean... him?"
	Chris nodded.
	Lance stood up scanning the crowds of people. "Where?"
	"I don't know." Chris paused.  "Something's wrong." He could just
make out the faint red glow heading toward them across from the far side of
the atrium.
	Then the voice exploded inside his head. "Get them out of there!
Danger!"
	Instantly, Chris knew the danger.  He spun around. The one palm
tree could no longer support the other.  It had started its fall toward the
spotlights. Chris grabbed JC, pulling him to his feet. He pushed him at
Lance. "Get back! Get out of here!"  He took off running.
	People starting screaming. Lance watched dumbly as the tree smashed
into a spotlight setting off a domino effect. It crashed into another one
tipping it forward.
	JC turned and pushed Lance as hard as he could. "Go!"
	Lance turned and ran a few paces.  "What about JC?" he thought. He
stopped and turned.

	JC started to run when he slipped on the sand and fell.  He turned
over.  The spotlight was tipping in his direction. There were trees on
either side of him.  He couldn't roll far enough to be in the clear.  Arms
and legs flailing madly he tried to get out of the way, but he kept
slipping on the sand.
	Lance watched in horror. "Josh!"
	The spotlight was almost on top of him when JC moved.  He shot
across the floor, past a stupefied Lance and landed on a sand dune behind
him.  The spotlight crashed to the floor scattering shards of glass in all
directions.

	Lance rushed to JC's side. "Josh! You okay?"
	JC was slowly trying to get to his feet. "I'm okay," he
panted. "Knocked the wind..." He bent over gasping for breath.
	Lance put his hand on JC's back, rubbing gently. That was too
close. If anything would have happened to Josh.  Lance wanted desperately
to hold his lover in his arms, but there were people around. Damn them.
	JC began to breathe easier. He straightened up. He saw the look on
Lance's face.  The same thoughts flashed through his mind. Screw it. He
took Lance into his arms.
	"That was close.  You all right, bro?" he asked Lance, louder than
was necessary.
	"What do you mean me?" asked Lance.
	JC whispered in his ear. "Just a little smokescreen for the crowd."
He gave Lance another squeeze and winked.
	"Clear the way! Let us through!" The rest of the guys pushed their
way through the growing crowd.
	"You guys alright?" asked Joey.
	"Yea, we're fine.  Just a little shaken," replied JC.  He climbed
onto a chair and smiling, waved to the crowd.  A thunder of applause and
screams rolled across the atrium.  JC stood down from the chair and
collapsed into it.
	Justin patted him on the back. "Nice touch."  JC smiled.  "You had
us a little worried there."
	"You were worried?"
	"Gees, JC.  If you hadn't moved, you would have been flattened."
	"Don't remind me, Joey."
	JC glanced at Lance who was still shaking.  JC brushed his fingers
lightly against Lance's hand.  Lance looked down at him. "Everything's okay
now." JC whispered to him.  JC flashed him a smile.  Lance nodded and
smiled back.
	"How did you move like that?" asked Justin.
	JC hesitated. "I didn't."
	"What?" It came as a chorus.
	"I was slipping on the sand. I wasn't going anywhere."
	"You just got a good foothold and with the adrenaline..." Justin
offered.
	"No. It wasn't me."  JC looked up at Lance. "Something pushed me
out of the way."
	The whole group looked around at each other.
	Lance face ran pale.  "Are you sure?"
	"Very sure."  JC paused.  He didn't like the implication. But the
facts were there. "Either that or I just set the indoor broad jump
record. Backwards!"
	There was an uneasy silence.
	"I didn't see anything," said Justin.
	"Me neither."  Joey added.
	Chris just looked away.
	"I..." stammered Lance. "...sort of did."
	"Sort of?"
	"It came from over there real fast." He pointed across the atrium.
"A kind of blur with different changing colors.  I think mainly red.  It
was hard to make out. It happened so fast."  He trailed off.  He stared at
the floor for a moment.  He looked up to find JC staring at him. JC's mouth
was opening and closing without making a sound.
	"You don't mean...?" he finally managed to blurt out.
	Lance sheepishly nodded his head.
	"You think it was... him?"
	Lance nodded again.
	JC fell silent.
	Chris clicked his tongue, annoyed. "Well, duh!" he said.

	Somewhere in the crowd a security guard's radio beeped.  "We have a
man down.  Third floor.  South sector.  Requesting medical assistance."
	Chris looked across to the far end of the atrium.  He could see a
small cluster of people.
	He whispered softly, "Hang in there, dude."


That's all for now. Let me now what you thought. My e-mail is
pete1211@aol.com.  I'm afraid I have never experienced astral projection,
so it's artistic license and imagination here. If you have insights, I
would like to know. Until next time.