Hey. I'm back. I thought I could do the sabbatical thing. Didn't work out. I'm feeling... okay, I suppose. Thanks for the support of everyone who wrote me. I really appreciate every letter I got! Thank you so much!
Did I mention my ex is an ass? Yeah. Oh, lovely. His new name on messenger is 'Mike&Ally One Month Today' as in ONE MONTH TOGETHER. Did I mention that he and I broke up exactly ONE MONTH AGO TODAY? You do the math.
Well, I'm gonna go back to listening to my fab musical selection. I have to recommend all these songs to you! They help me write! Maybe they'll inspire you!
Bjork -- It's Oh So Quiet Ween -- Mister, Would You Please Help My Pony Weezer -- Island In The Sun Kittie -- Charlotte Milli Vanilli -- Girl, You Know It's True Shakira -- Underneath Your Clothes Robert Miles -- Children Run DMC -- It's Tricky
And many more... I know.. I'm a geek. But music helps me write. Get over it.
Okay, this story has become a week long work.
Guess who got in a CAR WRECK!? It was SO the last thing I needed today. Hoods curled, grills busted. 2,378.52 to fix with money that I DON'T HAVE! My life doesn't already suck enough. Not only that, but I got a concussion. Life... SUCKS! Oh, yes, and a 85 dollar ticket.
Author note: I handwrote the sex scene on 3 pieces of paper, back and front, during classes. My hand STILL hurts from it. Plus, do you know how many people saw it by accident, and the explaining I had to do? It was actually rather funny...
Anyway. Please enjoy the story, I tried my hardest! Let me know what you thought!
--Peace, Love, and Lance, ---<3 SumSum sumacumlaude@hotmail.com www.geocities.com/SumSumLovesYou NOW WITH NEW STORY ON IT THAT YOU CAN'T FIND ON NIFTY! MY OWN N SYNC SPOOF OF ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW!
DISCLAIMER
This story isn't supposed to imply anything about the members of Nsync or anyone else involved in the story. This is all made up. In better English, IT'S NOT REAL! If you're too young in your area or it's illegal in your area, then leave. If homosexual themes offend you then you may want to leave as well. Why don't you go to disney.com or something? It'll suit you better.
Chapter 4--
Static scratched between phones. "Justin, what ARE you doing?"
"PANICKING!"
"Um... Why?"
"BECAUSE MY DATE WILL BE HERE ANY SECOND!"
Lance sighed, and rolled over on his bed, scratching his tummy. His shirt went up revealing his baby flab on his stomach. He played with his happy trail hair while Justin huffed and puffed on the other end of the line.
Justin was POSITIVE that Chris was going to want to date him, because Chris was gay. Lance tried to convince him that just because Chris was gay didn't mean that he'd want to hook up with Justin. Justin was offended, of course. And Lance had to spend twenty minutes of that area of the conversation talking down a hyperventilating boy.
"Honestly, Just, don't worry about it. You'll look cute no matter what you wear."
"CUTE? CUTE!?! You think I'm going for CUTE!?"
"Christ, Justin, calm DOWN."
"I have to go, Lance! DOORBELL!"
"Good luck, J."
"YEAH! BYE!"
Lance sighed, and clicked off the cordless, setting it on the nightstand. He felt his dick tent up in his pants. There's was only one thing to do.
He slid off his pants under the covers in his bed, and reached down to touch himself. Bored, he started to fantasize.
Justin leaned left. "You're losing!" Chris leaned right. "I'm winning now, so take that!" Justin leaned right. Chris leaned right more. "I'm still gonna win." Justin leaned left and gripped his controller tightly. "I don't think so. Left, left, left, left, YES! I won!" "Shut up." Chris set down his controller, and took a drink out of his cup. "What do you want to do now?" "I dunno. Where'd you're mom go?" "The store. Why?" "No, reason." Chris turned to face Justin. "Dude, you're cute, okay?" "I... um... okay.. uh.. thank you?" Chris laughed. "No, dude, you're cute." Chris reached out his hand and touched Justin's cheek. Justin leaned into the touch, so Chris assumed it was okay to proceed. He leaned in and kissed Justin quickly. "What was that?" "A drive-by?" "Shooting?" "Kiss." "Okay..." He laughed. They both laughed. Silence again. "Can I kiss you again?" "I'd like that." Justin blushed as Chris leaned in to kiss him some more. (Author note: I'm out of milk.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ JC... JC naked... JC naked on fur rug... JC naked on a fur rug moaning... Very classy...Moaning... Moaning... Knock. Knock. "Shit!" Lance pulled the covers to his chin. "DON'T COME IN!" He shrieked as he reached around for his boxers and pants. "Lance, it's just me, JC!" "You still can't come in!" "Please? It's just me, I swear! Hey...What are you doing in there anyway?" "NOTHING!" Lance jumped off the bed, and scrambled around trying to find them. In all his chaos, he didn't notice that JC had opened the door. When he finally turned around and noticed JC staring at him with the goofiest smile on his face, he screamed. "OH MY GOD! TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND!" "Awww, c'mon." JC said calmly. "Let me see you naked! I have before!" "This is different! Turn around!" Lance screeched, covering himself as best he could. "Nope." JC shook his head, and crossed his arms. Lance paused, unsure of how to handle the boldness. "Well.. let me cover-up first..." He yanked his blanket off the bed, and wrapped it around his waist. JC chuckled, and walked up to Lance. "You don't have to cover-up, honestly. Your too beautiful." He wrapped his arms around Lance, and began to kiss him softly. Lance reached up to put one arm around his neck while still using the other to keep the blanket around him. JC deepened the kiss, and Lance melted into it. He slyly reached down for Lance's hand, pulling it away from the comforter with ease. JC grabbed both of Lance's hands, pushing him away a bit so he could observe his body. "You are so BEAUTIFUL! I'm serious!" Lance blushed and tried to cover himself, but JC kept his hands pulled away from his body. "Josh, please..." Lance whimpered, half embarrassed, half nervous. "You are..." JC said softly, releasing his hands. Lance went and hid under the blanket after laying back on his bed. JC just sighed and put his hands on his hips. He had lost. "Come lay down with me?" Lance asked sweetly. "Of course." JC smiled with new hope, and joined him on the bed. "Wanna try what we tried before?" Lance asked shyly. "You mean?" Lance nodded. "I'd love to." JC took off his shirt and undid his jeans, sliding them off quickly. Lance pushed the covers down to his waist so he could climb in. JC crawled in between Lance's legs and began to kiss him hungrily. Within minutes, they were both aching for more than just kissing and dry humping. JC slid off his underwear (Author is having horrible flashbacks to own person experience. Immediately reminded of first time. Skinny man removing briefs. Disturbed. Oh, yes. Disturbed.) and slowly pushed Lance's legs farther apart. (Did I mention disturbed?) "I don't have any lube or uh.. any condoms." "I trust you on the condoms thing. You haven't been with anyone else, right?" "No one but you." Lance smiled. "Okay. As for lube, I'll take care of that myself." He sat up, haunched over, and then went straight down onto JC's dick. "Oh, Lance..." JC whispered in please as Lance licked his dick in all the right places. "JC, sit back against the headboard." Lance commanded, suddenly loving the feeling of being in power. JC smiled, and scooted back against it. Lance crawled up to him, and straddled his waist. JC slid his hands up Lance's sides, and helped him aim his hole over JC's dick. "Go slow. I don't want you to be hurt." "I'll be okay. I know what I'm doing." Very, very slowly, Lance slid onto it, feeling it fill him all the way. "Oh, god.." Lance hissed with pain until he was completely on it. "Oh my god, Lance, you are so incredibly tight. This feels so good!" JC gasped as Lance started to move back up, but JC held him down. "Not yet. You're not ready." "JC, please, I want more." Lance begged after less than a minute of waiting and kissing. He rocked his hips trying to feel more. "Okay, let's go." JC said, and slid his hands down to Lance's cheeks, pushing up, a globe in each hand. They continued in and out slowly until the pain had almost all the way subsided. "So good... So good... So good.." JC repeated his mantra while Lance rode up and down on his cock letting out a series of moans and breaths almost hotter than the act itself. "Oh, Josh.." Lance whispered and he bounced harder up and down. JC reached up and wiped the sweat off Lance's forehead, and kissed him deeply. Then... The door opened. "Lance, oh my gosh! I have to tell you all about- OH MY GOSH!" Justin gasped and ran back out the door. JC and Lance were still so turned on and weren't quite done yet. "I don't want to stop. Oh god, why did he have to come in?" He moaned in anguish. Lance sighed and started to climb off, but JC yanking him back down. "Can't you just yell at him to leave? Please!?" "NO, I can't just tell him to leave! He's my best friend!" Lance glared at him. Now it was JC's turned to sigh as Lance climbed off him with a 'pop.' "Wait." JC whispered and pulled Lance back to kiss him. "I'm sorry I was rude. I'd actually love to hear what happened between Justin and Chris." Lance smiled and kissed his cheek. "Okay. Let me get dressed, and I'll let him in." Three minutes later, Lance went to the door. "Justin?" "Yeah?" "You can come in now." "Lance, I didn't mean to interrupt you two. Honest. Just say the word and I'll go." Justin walked in the room timidly. Lance waved him on in. "Yay, cuz, I don't want to go! I have so much to tell you!" "Well, what happened?" "He kissed me and told me I was cute!" "He did? Wow. Bold boy." JC laid back on the bed, shocked. "Oh, YEAH, did he ever! Oh, he's so cute, and sweet, and SUCH a good kisser." "Uh huh." Lance yawned. "Are you tired, babe?" JC rubbed Lance's back. "Mmm.. Yeah.." "Well, I'm going to go ahead and go, I think. I'll see you tomorrow, babe, okay?" He kissed Lance quickly, and got up to get his jacket, then headed out. "If you're tired, I'll go too. You coming by tomorrow before school, right?" Justin scratched his forehead. "Can't. Have to make up a test. I'll catch you at homeroom, okay?" "Alright. Then we can talk more about Chris!" "Okay, Justin," Lance replied, laughing. "Goodnight." "Night."Lance was sick. Sick as in vomiting. He'd thrown up 2 times first hour, 1 time second hour, and third hour was shaping up to be another vomit session.
After his millionth trip to the bathroom, he came back to the room, and laid his head on the desk pathetically.
"Lance, are you sure you don't want to go home? You look sick, sound sick, and... well, Lance, you ARE sick. You should go home." Mrs. Jacobs said as kind as she could.
"I can't. Mom.. working. Dad.. out of town.. Tests.. can't.." He murmured.
"Well, if you must, then try and pace yourself today, alright?"
"Yessum."
"Alright, class, let's start chapter 3." Before she had even made it to the front of the room again, Lance was already out the door on his way to the bathroom. She sighed, and clapped her hands together. "Will someone please go check on him, TRY and get him to the nurse, and also TRY and get him to drink something? He's got to be dehydrated."
"I will, Ma'am." Joey said. Afterall, what are a boyfriend's friends for? She nodded her approval, and he left in search of the right bathroom.
"Lance?" He asked, as he entered the closest one. "Are you in here?" He heard a horrible retching sound. "I'll take that as a yes." He approached the stall to see a very pale blonde boy sitting on the floor, head on his arms as he leaned in just in case he had to throw up again.
"Hey... Joey.."
"You don't look so good, dude."
Lance smiled weakly, and turned he head to throw up some more. Joey went and wetted a paper towel from the dispenser. When he came back, Lance just laid there with his mouth open, not moving a whole lot.
"Hey, buddy, let me just help you out here." Joey wiped off his face with the towel first, then his mouth. "When was the last time you had something to drink? Let's go get you some water." Lance just moved wherever and however Joey moved him.
They made it to the water fountain eventually, and Joey pulled Lance up to get a drink. He drank for awhile. After about a minute, Lance seemed to feel a bit better. Down the hall they started, and the first person they ran into was JC.
"Joey, Lance, what are you two doing out of class?"
"Lance isn't feeling too good."
"Poor baby," JC said, reaching out to stroke Lance's face. Lance turned around and ran for the bathroom. JC turned to Joey in shock.
"Damn! I was hoping he could keep the water down." Joey shrugged, and started back towards the bathroom.
"Think he should go home?"
"Duh! He's been throwing up a bunch! His mom's busy, and his dad's out of town. There's no one to take him home. It's just the 24 hour flu. He can let this run it's course, and he's homefree."
"He need to get home and get some rest. I'm taking him home." JC said sternly, and walked into the bathroom. "Lance, you finished, baby?"
"I think so..." A weak reply came from the third stall down.
"Good. I'm taking you home, okay? It's not doing you any good by being here."
Lance walked out of the stall, and into JC's arms. "Okay.." He whispered into JC's shoulder. "Don't want you to miss school."
"I know, babe. Okay, now let's get you home, and in bed, then I'll come right back. Sound good?"
"Very." Lance whispered as they walked to JC's truck.
How bad was the chapter? Tell me! I CAN TAKE IT LIKE A MAN! Or... drag queen. Haha. Okay, seriously, I can take it! --SumSum Sumacumlaude@hotmail.com www.geocities.com/SumSumLovesYou