Disclaimer
This IS just a fiction of my imaginations and nothing here is true. I'm a big fan of N'sync and the story here is just my fantasy with Lance of N'sync. This of course is not true although I really hope so!
Introduction
This story was first started months ago but was left uncompleted. It's gonna be a very long journey so if you're going to follow up to this be prepared to let out your breath. I've got a lot of ideas as to where the story is heading but just too lazy to pen them down. The second installment may come a little while longer so please be patient.
Special love goes out to my lovely MuiMui. Thanks for your wonderful story. (Maybe I can put you in my story huh?) ALL comments are welcomed at jascablue@edsamail.com.sg. Please tell me what you think of it and whether I should continue this story.
By Your Side
Chapter 1
I looked straight at the person who was supposed to be my date for tonight, tall and lanky in figure, I supposed he was still all right, except for his pimply face. "Well done Joe, for putting up such a desperate ad. over the internet and better still, replying back to every single one of them even agreeing to meeting them."
This face in front of me was my retribution. The only thing that kept me from racing out of that pub was the free drink, by him of course. During the entire meeting, he was the one that kept talking and talking, yakking away about `that dreadful job or my ugly face'. "If that was what you were worried about, why didn't you tell me through the e-mail before we met, you dumb ass idiot", I thought to myself.
I laughed, a boy of 16, damn good looking, only more to the medium side. A person with twenty percent more fat that was deemed fit. Well, I'm still okay, most guys take a second look at me before they turn away. Why was I then stuck up with such a lousy person? I sighed, the only thing I could think of at that moment was Lance of *N'SYNC, that they'll be coming to Singapore in five days time. I had already gotten their concert ticket, which had practically taken out my life-savings. I hope the show's good. I turned my attention to the mug of bourbon coke and start sucking the straw. "You look really hot sucking that straw you know, if you want I've got another `straw' for you to suck" said that pimply freaky. I choked and started coughing, damn was he an ass.
An hour later I was drinking my fourth beer after the initial two mugs of bourbon coke I was forced to share with pimple face. My head was spinning and my stomach was feeling kind of queasy. For the last two hours I hear that jackass yak and yak and I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped, "look, I'm not interested in you, you're ugly and you nag like the grandmother from hell, god no wonder you haven't got a boyfriend for the last two years. Look at you!" I started getting off the chair and I nearly fell due to my drunkenness as I made my way to the door. A hand grabbed me from behind and pulled hard, I heard my bones cracked as I was made to look at him. "You ungrateful boy, without me you wouldn't have been here enjoying drinks in the first place" Hey, a voice called out from behind. A tall charming American placed himself between us and shoved pimple face back. He looked shocked but knew that he had no chance. He backed off and left the place cursing. I looked at my hero with dizzy eyes, smiling I thanked him. My stomach choose to act up at that moment, I pushed past him towards the door, making my way down through the dark and manage to puke at the drain just outside the pub. I felted a hand patting my back and I let it comfort my sick body. I turned around and looked at the person. It was none other then my hero and he started laughing at me. I wondered what was so funny about the situation but found myself laughing to it too. When both of us finished laughing, he asked if I was all right. "Yeah, never felt better. Hey, thanks for helping me out down there although I could have handled it myself."
"And how are you planning to do that, by puking at him? At this point we started laughing again. "Look, I'm staying at a hotel nearby here, we could take a cab there if you want." he looked at me with those puppy eyes that practically begged me to do so.
So I agreed. The place was spacious for a single bedroom, the light was dim when we entered. I was lying on his shoulder in the cab and I remembered the cab-driver looking at the two of us several times during the drive but I was in complete heaven then, I couldn't have cared if it was my parents looking. He held my waist as I looked around the room. His face came close to mine, lips barely touching the cheek made its way to my earlobe and teasingly bit on it. I pushed back on him, my face flushed with pleasure and the after effects of alcohol. His lips moved back to my face and slowly brushed against my lips. He opened his mouth and his tongue licked on my lips, pushing teasingly into my mouth. I giggled at that moment and slide out my tongue to meet his. Our tongue met and our lips slowly closed over each other. My hero tightened his hold on me, hands moving up and down from the intense kiss. It slowly moved down my jeans, jerking at the stubborn belt. His actions started to get rough as our kiss continued, more urgent needs were calling.
Chapter 2
I pushed my mouth away from his and looked him straight in the eyes. Boy, was that intense! His light blue eyes made my heart melt. I tipped forward and kissed him gently on each eye while whispering softly how beautiful he is. His hands were already stroking my raging hard on, moving my hands down I joined him and slowly pulled his hands up to my lips where I kissed it fervently. His hands pulled away from my lips and started unbuttoning my shirt. I moved to his shirt and did the same. As our shirt came off, my gaze moved to his defined body. There was a slight hint of a six-pack but it wasn't too defined. His sides were slim and his nipples erected. Smiling, I went for his right nipple and immediately heard him moan. I gently bit and licked it while my right hand moved to tease the other. My hands went for his pants and he stood still. Patiently waiting for me to take it down. As the two of us faced each other wearing only our underwear, (well, his was a boxer short) our hands started roaming each other again. Lips touching and tongue wagging, my stomach started to rumble again. He looked at me at first in amazement but then smiled. I stared straight at him and pushed him over to reach for the toilet! Again, I felt a hand patting me on my back gently coaxing me. As I turned back, my eyes watery I said, "I'm sorry, I can't do it."
He smiled again and pulled me up, away from the toilet bowl and into his arms.
"It's alright, I didn't meant for that to happen just now."
"What? My vomiting or that hot intense session we had just now?" I asked more dazed than confused.
"Whatever it is, let's go to bed. You need the rest." With that said he walked me back to the bed and left me there. I remembered him walking towards the toilet. Minutes later I felt him snuggling into the bed and his hands held my waist. I moved back and felt his flaccid member against my bum. I heard him gave a slow moan and I smile. Then all I remember was blackness descending upon me.
Chapter 3
I woke up and saw the face in front of me. Sunlight was shinning down on his face and he looked almost angelic. His soft blond hair was messed up and his mouth pouted in a childish way. I held my breath, not daring to move because I was scared that if I did all these would be gone. I let out a careful breath and started to get out of the bed.
What was I even thinking? He was just another stranger whom I just met. Nothing could happen between us. I left the bed and went to the toilet. Looking at myself in the mirror, I made a funny face and smiled. Everything will turn out fine in the end I guess. Maybe when he woke up we can have breakfast together and then I could just get back home and just ignored everything that has happened and continue living my life. I grimaced at that though because I knew that I wanted him in my life. Sighing, I washed up my face with his facial wash. I walked towards the showerhead and noticed the bathtub. It isn't every day that I could enjoy such luxury. The hell I thought as I walked up to the bathtub and started the water running. I like my water hot so when it was almost half filled, I turned off the cold tap. I poured the soap in an almost trance-like action. I walked in the tub and closed my eyes. The hot water slowly massaged my aching body and the after-effects of alcohol.
"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked in his deep rich voice. Wait a minute, that voice sounded very familiar. Where could I have possibly heard it before? I opened my eyes and my mouth opened wide as I let out a gasp.
"Oh my god, you're Lance! I can't believe this. I just spent the night with you in the hotel?" I slide farther down the bathtub and let out a wild scream. I just couldn't believe this. Finally my lungs burned and I came up for air but he was gone. I jumped out of the tub and slipped. I heard myself saying `woah' as I fell and a slight thud as I hit the tub head-on. I laid there for a while before he came in to checked out what happened. He pushed my hand away and started to examine the injury. My eyes met his and I moved forward for a kiss. He quickly withdrew and muttered a sorry and went away. I followed him into the room and he handed out a towel. Thanking him very formally I wiped off the foam from my body and looked him in the eyes. "What's wrong, what happened back there? Did I do something wrong, what? Tell me!" I demanded him in a serious tone.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. Let's just forget about everything. I'll call a cab for you." he said as if it was an everyday stuff.
"Yes there is. Obviously there is something really wrong and if you're not telling me. then I'm not planning to go anywhere." I looked him defiantly in the eyes. He sort of burst out laughing and quickly apologized but not before another burst of laughter came out. I moved up to him and tickled his stomach. He grabbed my hands and pulled me so close to him that I could feel his breath on my cheek. My breathing quicken as he pulled me in for a kiss. Now was my turn to push him back. He looked at me with a dumb look and I said, " Unless you're telling me what going on, I'm not going to give you the privilege of my kiss. I smiled jubilantly and pulled myself beside him in the bed.
He started behaving serious again and told me about the expectation of his job and what people expected of him. He had a couple of relationship broken because they liked him for Lance and not for himself. I listened intently and said, "but you can't just stereotype me with all of them. I am me and they are they. Yes, I love N'sync and you mostly in the group but mostly for your music. I'm just a fan of your great vocals and talents and looks all together. But even if you aren't Lance of N'sync I'll still like you for who you were yesterday. The handsome stranger who saved me from pimple face." With that we both broke out laughing.
"I realized that too when I saw the look on your face when you said you're not leaving. You look so innocent and genuine and you looked so cute as well. I realized that you were different from all the other people I've met before and that deep down I feel a connection with you. I know it sounds crazy but since yesterday when I first saw you. I felt a need to protect you and then when I saw that guy harassing you in that pub I knew I had to do something." his hands gestured expressively as he explained to me.
I grabbed his hands and held them tightly. I kissed each hand lightly and said, "I don't know what is going to happen in the near future. I don't even know how we're going to keep in contact after your concert here but let's just take things as they come, one at a time and just enjoy ourselves okay. Let's just enjoy each other company shall we?
He looked at me and nodded his head. "yeah, right now let's just take a rest. It's not that often that I get to do that." He hugged me tightly and I closed my eyes and dreamt away.