Date: Mon, 15 Mar 1999 22:25:46 -0500
From: rj207@hotmail.com
Subject: Just for Brian

***This story contains male/male sex. It involves Justin Timberlake (of *N
Sync) and Brian Littrell (of BSB) This story is not meant to imply anything
about any of the celebrities in this story.... sorry to break your hearts. 

This is my first attempt at writing a story of this nature. I welcome any
questions or comments you might have. Send them, good or bad, to
rj207@hotmail.com.

Part I
	The day just kept getting longer. For Brian Littrell, it didn't seem like
it would ever end. He looked up into the sky, once blue, now streaked with
gray. It was going to rain for sure. He hated the Florida weather at times.
'Too muggy', he thought to himself. He was riding high upon a deep
depression. Rain wasn't going to bring him down any further. But now he was
puzzled to why he felt like this. Record sales just kept getting better and
better, he was in Florida, meaning close to family. But he was always
touring. No time out to do anything. 
	It started to rain.
	"Just great," Brian said as he ran across the parking lot and back into
the hotel where the rest of the Backstreet Boys were staying. 'At least I
still have my health', he stated as he reached to hotel doors. now slightly
wet, he went up to his room, 217. It was just going to be a long day. But
he wasn't alone. Everyone has days like these. It's just the way we handle
these that make the difference. He took out a key and inserted it in the
keyhole. He jiggled it. Nothing. After the third attempt, the door finally
gave in and Brian stepped into his room. He quickly slipped his Nikes off
and walked over to the window. The rain was coming down in a steady stream.
He glanced at his watch. 4:02. Well, soon enough this day would be over.
Lightning flashed outside and made Brian's trance return to the window. The
sky had turned black now. Brian felt a slight chill.
	Two hours away it was much warmer. J.C. Chasez was laying in bed. He
glanced over at the figure sleeping beside him. It was Lance Bass. J.C. had
felt strong feelings towards Lance for almost 2 months now and it had all
culminated just this afternoon. J.C. watched Lance's chest rise and fall.
He was curled up in J.C.'s arms. J.C. didn't want to, but he knew that he
had to wake Lance before the others returned and began to ask questions.
J.C. lightly shook Lance. Nothing. He shook a little harder. Lance stirred
but still didn't wake. J.C. reached down under the covers and rubbed
Lance's leg. Lance opened his eyes and looked into J.C.'s. 
	"Sorry to wake you, but we can't just lie in this bed the whole time we
have off. As much as I would like to. You know how Joey is and he would be
onto us in a minute if you were gone for too long."
	Lance rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, I understand. I don't really want to sleep
anyway." He sat up and looked in the direction of the window facing east.
"Another perfect Florida day, huh?" He questioned, not intendto get an
answer. It was, what do you call it? That word where you ask a question
meant to go without and answer. Rhetorical. That was it. Chris was always
asking rhetorical questions. It bothered Lance at times. He found it stupid
to have a question without an answ...
	J.C. grabbed Lance's dick. He jumped back. His gaze returning to Lance.
	"Sorry" J.C. apoligized, "Didn't mean to startle you"
	"Nah, that's ok. I was just thinking, that's all."  
	"Oh yeah? About what?" J.C. questioned.
	Lance's gaze slowly returned to the window. He showed no emotion as he
look at the rain-spotted glass. "Nothing. Just thinking about what
happened." J.C. returned his hand to Lance's member, this time slower. He
started to run his fingers the length of it. Lance closed his eyes and
enjoyed the feeling. He could only remember feeling this good once. Once,
when he had met this guy backstage at a concert in Buffalo. The guy meant
nothing to Lance. Looking back on it, he saw that he was just using the guy
for his dick. It was one of those situations where you couldn't see that
you were doing something wrong until it was over and you looked back.
Things were different though with J.C. What he felt was something stronger
than that. Much stronger. Was he falling in love with J.C.?
	(rhetorical)
	"You don't have to leave if you don't want to, but you should probably let
everyone know where you are." J.C. said with a serious tone in his voice
that Lance quickly recognized. 
	Lance nodded as he fully woke up and put his hand on J.C.'s leg. J.C. got
aroused and started to stroke Lance's penis faster and faster. Lance began
to moan. 
	Just as Lance was beginning his second orgasm in as many hours, Brian sat
on the edge of his bed and turned the tv on. Flipping through the odd
sideshow of programs offered in hotel rooms he marveled at the simplicity
of some of the people's problems. ".........says that he is in love with
his cousin and she is married. Let's bring her out......."
	(click)
	Nothing on. He surfed through the channels, at a gaining velocity until he
stopped on MTV. Total Request Live was wrapping up. Dave Holmes was the
host..... "And the #1 video today, of course, requested by you guys.......
*N Sync with God Must've Spent a Little More Time on You. But before we
play it, John Norris has some news about the guys. John?" Dave turned
towards John. "That's right Dave. The highly anticipated Boys of Summer
concert, in which *N Sync was scheduled to be one of the headlining acts,
has been cancelled. Now in a statement issued by *N Sync's agent, he says
that quote,'We just weren't happy with the promotional crew and tempers
were starting to flare so it is with deep regret that we announce that *N
Sync has left the '99 Boys of Summer tour.' He later went on to say that
the guys were thinking about the possibility of another tour, perhaps with
the Backstreet Boys. But none of these rumours have been confirmed yet.
Dave?" John Norris turns back, to his right towards Dave. "Now that sucks.
I was looking forward to seeing all of those guys on the stage at once"
Dave said as he winked into the camera. "So there is no chance of them
returning to the tour, perhaps at a later...." Brian zoned out.

	He thought about the possibilites. A concert with *N Sync and the
Backstreet Boys on the same stage. Well, the crowd would sure eat it
up. And the BSB tour wound down at the end of March. He would probably
bring it up the next time he talked to management. And why not? Both groups
were extremely successful on their own. Why not merge the talents and
create a monster of a tour.  Would attendance be good?
	(rhetorical)
	Of course it would be good, great infact. It was worth atleast the idea of
bringing it up the next chance he got. What was it that lit a spark in him
to get with *N Sync? He didn't know, but he liked the way it sounded. The
Backstreet Boys and *N Sync together at last. It was atleast worth a shot.
The thunder continued to roll in the distance, clearly not as potent as
before. The storm was letting up. Brian felt a smile come onto face. 
	J.C. dug his head into the pillow as Lance knelt over him. He had J.C.'s
dick in his mouth, slowly rising and falling, like the tide, Lance thought.
Rising and falling like the tide. He giggled and J.C. clearly felt the
vibrations. A moan signified that. J.C. felt his member swell just before
he shot 5 loads into Lance's mouth. He swallowed it all. Lance relaxed and
rested his head on J.C.'s chest. J.C. had never felt anything like it
before in his life. Lance, never under these circumstances. 
	The storm was letting up. They usually came and went quickly in Florida.
Atleast that was good. Unless it was a hurricane, but this was just a
harmless spring shower. Leaving puddles by the side of the road was all the
harm that was done. It provided a much needed drink for the lawns around
the area. Harmless. Or was it?
	(rhetorical)


Part II
	Justin awoke in his bed, due to a thump on the wall near his head. 
	"What the hell is going on in there?" He wondered, rubbing his eyes.
Little did he know what was actually going on in the other room. J.C. was
reaching orgasm for the second time and showed no signs of slowing. Lance
didn't appear to be tired either, although he was sweating profusely. 
	"Oooooo. Jesus, be quiet Lance. We can't let anyone know what we're
doing." J.C. whispered to Lance. J.C. turned his head and looked towards
the window.  It was a crisp night by Florida's standards, mid fifties. The
rain had considerably cooled the atmosphere though, leaving a misty, damp
effect on the state. The moon, reaching it's full stage was obscured by
cloudcover. It was still overcast, although the clouds were no longer
threatening. J.C.'s attention was averted back to Lance as he spoke up.
	"I've never felt like this before, J.C. I know I truly love you," he said
as he rolled over next to J.C. He was panting quite heavily. 
	"I love you too, Lance. But I don't think that we can do anything about
our situation. We can't really have a relationship. We can still be
fr......." J.C. started, but Lance had bolted up and gotten out of bed.
"What's wrong?!?" He asked in a rather loud voice.
	"If you don't love me just say it, but don't keep pulling me into this
little game of yours. I thought we would be together forever. But I'm
through with this." He said as he pulled his pants back on and threw his
shirt on. He started towards the door.
	"I never said I didn't love you! I just said that we couldn't have a
relationship." He said as he jumped out of bed and began getting dressed.
	"So you don't want to be with me. I can handle that, but I can't handle
you using me for a good fuck whenever you need it. You used me J.C." He
directed back as he turned back towards the door again.
	"Where are you going?"
	"I don't know, but I can't stay here, not with you anyway." Lance opened
the door and walked out of the room, not even looking back. J.C. sat,
confused about the last events. He never said that he didn't love Lance. He
did love Lance, deeply. J.C. got up and ran out after Lance. The door
slammed behind him.
	Justin sat up in bed and went to the door he opened it and saw J.C.
running down the hall. 
	"J.C. What's wrong?!?" He called to J.C. as he ran by. J.C. looked over
his shoulder quickly.
	"I can't talk right now, I'll catch up to you later." He said as he
continued running down the hall towards the elevator that was closing with
Lance inside. The doors closed just as J.C. got there. He watched as the
numbers lit up.... 6..... 5........ 4....... 3....... 2..... He leaned
against the elevator and closed his eyes. "Is this love?" 
	(rhetorical)

Part III
	Brian was in a club. He was just dancing around on the floor. As he looked
up, something caught his eye. Justin Timberlake. Brian knew him well....
well, he didn't really know him well, but he had seen/heard enough about
him to feel as if he did know Justin. Justin looked up from the bar, and he
caught Brian's eyes. Brian saw a smile forming on Justin's perfect face and
he began to smile himself. He started to walk through the crowd, towards
the bar. With every step he took, Justin seemed to get further away.  Brian
started to jog towards the bar. Justin continued to get further away. Brian
broke into an all out sprint towards the bar, but Justin kept getting
further away. Brian stopped and looked around, and when he looked back,
Justin was gone. 
	Brian sat upright in bed, sweat, in beads, on his forehead. It was only a
dream. He looked around, and saw that the sun was just coming up. He walked
over to the picturesque scenery, it almost appeared as a painting would,
glistening pools of water, leaves blowing in the wind. Brian stretched and
relaxed, then walked into the bathroom. Walking over to the toilet, he
noticed that his penis was erect. He didn't think much of it at the time.
He drained his lizard, as the saying goes, and then walked back to bed. It
was a quarter to seven. Not much senese in going back to sleep, not now
anyways. He rubbed his hand through his hair and yawned. He turned the tv
on and sat back and relaxed. "...... will be sentenced to 4 years in prison
for.....", ".....highs in the mid-60's to low 70's. Expect sunny skies and
seasonable temperatures. In the downtown Orlando area, look for highs to
reach 73 before falling later this afternoon. It will be a beautiful day
though, so get out and enjoy it."
	"It already is a beautiful day out, pal." He corrected the weatherman as
his gaze returned to the window, sun now completely risen in the sky. "Too
bad we'll be indoors for the better part of it" Brian complained, refering
to the studio work that was needed and demanded by the fans. But the fans
made it all worth it. Without them, who would Brian Littrell be, anyway? He
smiled at the thought, the thought of actually having a life without people
mobbing him everywhere he went. But it did have its perks too. 
	Only thirty miles away, Justin Timberlake was stirring in his bed. He
wasn't awake, he wasn't asleep. He was in that zone where you were in
neither. Images of J.C. running past him, chasing something, or so he
thought. He couldn't sleep. To tell the truth, he only really got about 2
hours of sleep all night. Justin had gone out to see what was wrong with
J.C., and he just got up and walked away. Although the tears were gone,
Justin could tell that he had been crying. He had chased J.C. down the hall
asking him what was wrong; each time getting no answer. As they neared
J.C.'s room, Justin ran ahead of J.C. and stopped him. 
	"I'm not letting  you go in until you tell me what what's wrong." Justin
said with a serious face.
	J.C. looked up from the floor, and tried his best to smile. "Nothing, I'm
fine honestly"
	"We've known each other since we were kids, and you know I can tell when
somethings wrong. If you don't want to talk about it, then I'm not going to
push it. But you know that I'll always be there to listen for you." Justin
said, his face now trying to show compassion and concern at the same time.
	"I can take care of it myself, Just. I just need to be alone. I hope you
understand." J.C. said looking into Justin's eyes for the first time.
	"If that's what you want, who am I to stand in the way?" Justin smiled
back at J.C. "I'll be in my room if you want to talk about it, remember,
I'll always be there for you."
	"Alright, thanks." J.C. said as he stepped into his room. He slowly closed
the door behind him, leaving Justin standing alone on the outside. Justin
walked back to his room, and went back to bed. 
	At first, sleep came easy. He hadn't thought much about the whole
situation. But images of the whole thing flooded back to him in his
slumber. He woke, then slept, then woke, then slept. He repeated the
pattern numerous times as the night dragged past. Now morning was upon him.
Justin dressed quickly, but carefully, like always. He composed himself and
went over to J.C.'s room. 
	Justin knocked on the door.... no answer. He opened it and took a look
inside. J.C. was still asleep apparently. Justin walked over next to the
bed and shook him. J.C. tossed under the covers and then awoke. He looked
at the young man standing before him, wiped his eyes, smiled and said, "Hi
Justin." 
	"Hey. I was just wondering if you wanted to talk about last night because
you....."
	J.C. heard nothing else that came out of Justin's mouth. "LANCE!! Where's
Lance?" He screamed as he got out of bed and crazily searched for clothes.
Seconds later, he returned, fully dressed, fully confused. His shirt was on
backwards and his hair was undescribable, like the way it always is in
mornings. J.C. didn't care. "I have to find Lance. I have to find Lance.
Justin, where's Lance?" J.C. was getting panicky. Tears were forming in his
eyes.

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