This is a VERY important post for me. Please read all the information I have added at the bottom. PLEASE.
I'm tired. It's 1:04 a.m. and I have Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Were Here' stuck in my head. I've been looking up info on the actress Marissa Ribisi today. Had barely any luck finding a complete bio. You knooooww, the chick with the red fro from Dazed and Confused? Now on the show grownups? Twin brother named Giovanni Ribisi? Okay, I tried. Anyway, since I'm not doing anything, I figure, 'hey, let's write.' And I'd just like to make this note: The art of complete intercourse takes time. Some authors rush it. I need TIIIIIIME! Anyway, they'll finish soon. Promise. :)
--Peace, Love, and Lance, ---<3 SumSum sumacumlaude@hotmail.com www.geocities.com/SumSumLovesYou
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.
NOTE: Even if you start reading this chapter and decide you don't like it, please scroll to the bottom for a short that addresses a disorder I'd like to make people more aware of. If you don't want to read anything depressing, then just read the short note from me about the issue at the bottom. Please.
Chapter 5--
"Laaaance!"
"What?"
"Chris and I had ANOTHER date tonight!"
"That's great, Justin. I'm tired, leave me alone."
"Lance?"
"WHAT!?"
"You're... the... prettiest girl in the entire school!." Justin giggled.
"Justin. Stop watching movies. I mean this for your own good."
Justin giggled non-stop.
"Justin, I'm serious. I'm tired, and I'm going to bed."
"If you're so grouchy, why'd you invite me over to spend the night?"
"I dunno. Maybe it's because you're a dork, and I needed some entertainment."
"Hey! That was mean!" Justin yanked the covers all on his side. Lance growled, and stood up angrily.
"I'm gonna go sleep on the couch."
"You do that!" Justin giggled and sprawled out all over the bed.
"Stupid dork." Lance muttered as he headed for the couch. Before he had made it to the start of the stairs, he heard a weird sound. It was like someone was whimpering. He tiptoed towards the sound, and it was coming from Stacey's room. Finally, he got close enough where he could tap open the door for a look. And boy was it a look he got! Stacey was on her hands and knees while her boyfriend Ford slammed into her from behind. Lance quickly shut the door, and hurried back to his room.
"Why'd you come back?" Justin asked with a giggle.
"I'm scarred for life. I have to pass out now." Lance whispered back in shock. He WAS thoroughly disturbed.
"What happened?"
"Sleep. Now. Good." He closed his eyes and almost immediately fell asleep.
"Okay, this time, I KNOW I didn't leave cum on the couch..." Justin whispered to himself, and then laid back down.
"Homecoming is Friday." "I know. Who are you taking?" "I was hoping to take you..." Lance turned to look at JC in shock. "Josh, we CAN'T." "Why not?" JC put his fork down. His lunch was going cold anyway. The mashed potatoes were kind of green after all. Was that natural? "Uh, gee, I wonder? We're both boys. This is a somewhat small town. I don't want a fight. Okay, what I mean is, I DON'T WANT TO BE BEATEN UP!" Lance threw his head down into his arms dramatically. JC reached over and tried to rub his back, but Lance shrugged him off defensively. "You won't be. I will protect you." "I can't risk it. I can't let YOU risk it. I'll just go alone and you can take Christina." JC growled frustratedly. "I'm not going with her. It's bad enough I promised to take her to prom." "Is she THAT bad?" "Let's not get into it." They both sighed. "Why don't we have our own thing? "I'm not wearing a dress." Lance turned and glared at JC. "Oh, god, no, Lance! You don't have to wear a dress! I'm thinking maybe you stay the night at my house. Parents are going out of town. Picnic dinner. Wine. Fruit. Could be yummy." "That DOES sound appetizing. This obviously isn't." Lance shoved his tray away. "So, we're on for it?" "Definitely." They both went and dumped their sick looking food in the trash can."Soooooooo. What are YOU doing tonight?" Justin giggled into the phone. It seemed like since he and Chris had started dating, Justin had become like a big, nerdy...SCHOOLGIRL!
"Josh and I having a date."
"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HOMECOMING!? You have to go! You can't do this to me! Chris and I were going to go, but I didn't want to go alone. I need moral support. Something. ANYTHING!" Justin started to hyperventilate.
"If you pass out, it's not my fault. You're the dumbass who left your inhaler stuff here."
"You say that, but you know deep down that it would be. Lance, you HAVE to go!"
"No. Be brave, Justin. You can hack it alone." Lance rolled his eyes, and finished putting on cologne. Josh would be there at any moment.
"No. Nonono. You're going. You've got to!"
"Too late, Justin." Ding Dong. Saved by the bell. "Look, that was the door. I've gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeahhh..."
"You're not coming home tonight?"
"No, I'm spending the night."
"I'm going to faint!"
"Please do!" Lance said, and then hung up. He was sick of Justin's antics. He needed new friends. Badly.
"Hey, baby. You look sexy." JC said sweetly when he opened the door.
"Shh! Don't let my parents hear you!"
"They won't. Ready to go?" Lance nodded. "Mmm. Good."
Clank. The bottle of wine fell over. Lance had accidentally hit it with his wrist. "I can't... Josh... Um... Oh boy..." JC bobbed down on Lance's dick. Lance grabbed at the bottle trying to make it upright, but it was starting to spread over the blanket, making him very cold in certain spots. "Josh, stop. Josh, please. My butt.. is wet..." "Huh?" JC asked, sitting back on his heels. "What are you talking about?" "My butts wet. I spilt the wine." Lance put a hand over his eyes embarrassedly, and laid back. "Oh.. OH SHIT! Red wine, white blanket!" JC yelled, and then scrambled to get everything off of it. "Help me get it to the washer! My parents will flip if they find a big red stain on their nice, white afghan!" Lance quickly buttoned up his pains, painfully, over his erection, and helped JC take it inside. Once it was in the washer and secure, JC realized what he had just done. "Oh, baby, I am SO sorry." "We're never going to cum, are we?" "We will. We've just got to stop being interrupted. Maybe we should go somewhere where it would be impossible to be interrupted." JC wrapped his arms around Lance's waist, and began to suck on his neck. "Mmmm... Where might that be?""Josh, I am not doing it on a pool table."
"It'll be fuuuun!"
"No."
"Lance, this is the ONLY room that we could not be interrupted in. It doesn't have a phone in it, or a leaky faucet. It's not near the washer and drier, or near the water heater. It's perfect. Except there's no bed."
"I'm NOT DOING IT ON A POOL TABLE!"
"What if I got blankets?"
"No."
JC sighed, and climbed up onto the pool table unhappily. "Lance, I just want everything to be perfect for us, but every time we try, something goes wrong. We're cursed."
Lance looked out the window sadly. "I know..." They both sighed. "JC, is your pool heated?"
"Yeah, why?" Lance gave JC a look that said it all. "OH GOD YES!" They both took off running for the backdoor.
JC was naked first, and then went to make sure the heater was on. "It'll just take about 5 minutes to heat up enough to want to get in."
"Mmm. So glad your yard is fenced in."
"Me too." JC said, and went back to Lance so he could kiss him again. They waited a few minutes by the pool. Every so often, JC would stick his hand in and check.
"Okay, it's good." He said after about the 50th time checking it. They both jumped in. JC tugged Lance toward the shallow end, and Lance followed.
He pressed Lance against the wall of the pool, and began to kiss him deeply, hands running all over.
Within minutes, they were both hard again. "Josh... Mmm, Josh, let's try it again." JC kissed Lance again and again and again. Deeper and more passionate each time.
"Okay... No condoms again..." Lance shoved his tongue deep into JC's mouth.
"Don't need em." JC wrapped his arms around Lance's waist, and moved Lance above him.
"Good, and we've got more than enough lubricant." They both laughed as Lance crossed his legs behind JC's back. "Slow, baby, we'll go slow." JC turned around so that Lance was facing the house. He needed more room to move Lance around in, and the poolside was scraping his hands.
"Slow... Yes...yes..AH-ohhh." Lance hissed as he slid onto JC's dick. "Mmm, more." He whispered into JC's ear. Once he was all the way down on it, JC pulled his hands off of his shoulders.
"Lay back, and float. Just relax your whole body. Let me do the work." Lance laid back on the water nervously, and the water held him up. JC pushed Lance's hips away from him, and then pulled them back to him. Lance floated away and back from JC over and over again as they fucked.
The water gave Lance the feeling of flying. It was so blissful, and serene. "Lance, are you close?"
"Mmm, yeeeeessssss..." He hissed as JC grabbed onto his dick, and started pumping. "Oh, god, JC! I'm close..."
"Me too, baby." Seeing as JC couldn't move in and out too fast because of water possibly getting on Lance's, he made long, tight poundings that Lance felt through his entire body. "Very close."
"Josh, I can't... I'm gonna... Oh god..." Lance came all over both JC and himself just as JC came into of Lance. Hot liquid splashed his inside. It made him feel warm all over. JC reached down, and pulled Lance back into his arms again. Lance put his head on JC's shoulder and squeezed him tight, eyes closed the whole time.
When he finally opened them, he didn't think he could even breathe. There, standing on the lawn, staring at JC and him were JC's PARENTS.
"Josh..." He whispered, his voice shaky. "Parents... gulp on lawn..."
"Oh my god..." JC whispered back. Lance climbed off JC, and backed away in the water. JC slowly turned around, to find both parents on the pool deck now, glaring at him. "Mom. Dad. I can explain..."
--SumSum ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING: This is a very angsty piece. No charactor death, but covers a very harsh topic. If you don't wish to read the short, atleast read the bottom. Please. I'm trying to spread the word on a disorder that often gets dismissed. THEY DON'T KNOW Look at Justin. He's got Britney. He's got the high life. Everybody wants him. Everybody. Look at JC. All smug, because he can write good songs. Because he dates a whore named Bobbie. Look at Joey. The little baby, Brianna. Yeah, SHE was an accident. And Kelly. They don't even talk anymore. Look at Chris. Thinks his little clothing brand is so great. It looks like 1997's summer rejects. I'm glad he broke up with Dani. I'm glad he cried. But he felt NOTHING like what I feel everyday of my fucking life. I know they see them. The scars. The slices. The band-aides and gauze that have to be put on the worse ones. Amazing what a little air brushing can do for pictures. I know they found my razor. They don't know I bought a new one. They don't know I still hurt. They don't know how angry I am at them, at life... at myself. They don't know that every morning I wake up hoping to die. Hoping that some crazed fan will kill me. They don't know I'm gay. They don't know that when I see them, I want them. Want to be them. Or even be with them. They don't know how bad I yearn for the touch of someone who would love me just as much as I love them. They don't know how bad it hurts when I can't find someone to love me. We sit in the limo after awards, they plan on going out to clubs. Want to know where I plan to go? I plan to go lay on my bed and cut myself. I plan to play in the blood. I plan to feel more alive, more real than any drug, or alcholic beverage could ever do. Not even sex. They don't know how much I want to bleed. They don't know how bad I crave pain. They never know. They NEVER fucking know. And now they never will...If you know somone who is depressed, and/or cutting themselves or hurting themselves in general, get them help. I speak from personal experience.
Don't ignore them just because you don't understand, and don't watch them to make sure they don't do it. Just be there for them. Give them someone to talk to, and trust.
It is a disorder that does need help, and you need to help them help themselves. Self-Mutilation can lead to permanent scars, permanent physical damage and even to death if not treated.
Don't make them think they're crazy and alone in this. They aren't. Thousands of people self-mutilate. Self-Mutilation isn't a suicide attempt, but when left untreated, can eventually lead to it.
So, please, if you know someone like that, get them help. I don't want more people to go through what I did the way I did. Get them help. For me. Please.
--Sum Sumacumlaude@hotmail.com