"Dream of a Guardian Angel: After the Dream" By: Phantom Writer
Legal Stuff: This material is not meant to be read by anyone under 18. If you're offended by literature with homosexual themes, step off! If not, read on. This is a work of FICTION. Therefore, the author makes no claims as to the sexual orientation of any member of *N Sync.
Side Note: All good DREAMS must come to an end! I hope that Jase seems as real and complex in this story as he is in REALITY. Please read the previous installments of "Dream of a Guardian Angel" before continuing any further - it will make much more sense. As always, for anyone who would like to send comments or suggestions, please do so. (phantomwriter73@hotmail.com)
Special Thanks: Thanks to everyone for reading this story. Whether you liked it or not, I hope you learned a little bit about the real Jase.
Now, without further ado...
(Previously...from "Dream of a Guardian Angel: Dream Revealed.")
"Hello...WHAT...yes, we'll be right there. Thank you." Justin started trembling.
"What's wrong? Who was that?" JC sat up when he noticed Justin's state.
"Get dressed. Lance and Jason were in a wreck on the way to Lance's. Call Joey and Chris and tell them to meet us at the hospital." Justin spoke in a daze.
"WHAT!" JC jumped up and started looking for his clothes that lay scattered on Justin's floor.
Justin snapped out of his daze and got dressed. JC pulled on his pants and grabbed the phone to call Chris and Joey.
And now, "Dream's End"
"Damn, the phone's off the hook. Justin, do you remember Joey's new cell phone number? Justin. JUSTIN!" JC dropped the phone and moved to where Justin was standing.
"Oh God. It's my fault. I told them to leave so we could be alone!" Justin started crying unabatedly.
"Shhh. It wasn't your fault. Lance asked Jase back to his place before you ever said that. It's no one's fault. It was an accident. Now let's call Joey from your car and get to the hospital. I'll drive." JC took control of the situation even though he too wanted to show his emotions.
Justin's car***********
"Can't you drive any faster?" Justin half-yelled at JC.
"Yes, but I don't want to kill us both tryin' to get to the hospital." JC realized his words were not the best under the situation. Tears he had held earlier started to slide down his face, but he continued driving.
"JC, I didn't mean to yell. It's gonna be OK. Joey and Chris will be there by the time we arrive and we'll know for sure that everything's OK." Justin did his best to convince JC, even though he wasn't convinced himself.
In the Hospital***********
Justin and JC ran into the emergency room. Joey and Chris were standing at the nurses' station trying to get information, but the nurse was refusing.
"Is there a problem here? Why can't you just tell me if my friends are OK?"
Joey was getting visibly upset.
"Hey, Joe, Chris. What's the news?" JC asked as Justin followed him quickly.
"I don't know. This lady refuses to tell me anything." Joey had tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
"Excuse me. I received a call from the hospital about a friend who was in a car wreck. I'm his emergency contact. Lance Bass?" Justin sounded so calm and collected.
"Oh, yes sir, Mr. Timberlake. Well, your friend was very lucky. Mr. Bass has only a slight concussion and a few scrapes and bruises. He should be out after the doctor releases him into your care. Mr. Bass refuses to stay here for observation and is demanding to see his passenger, Mr. Jason... Oh, I can't read what's written here. If you want, you can wait over in the lounge and I'll go get an update." The nurse walked through the doors to ER.
Joey, Chris, JC and Justin walked over to the lounge area and found a group of seats out of direct sight. Soon the nurse returned with Lance in tow.
"Mr. Timberlake? If you will come sign the release papers and pick up some pamphlets about concussions, Mr. Bass can leave with you. Please be sure not to let Mr. Bass go to sleep for at least 24 hours. The rest of what you need to know is in the pamphlet." Justin disappeared with the nurse after giving Lance a tearful hug.
"Lance, you OK?" Chris rushed over to Lance. Joey and JC followed.
"Yah, just a bit of a headache. They say I may be pretty sore once the pain medicine wears off. I just wish someone would tell me about Jase? The nurse said she would check and see if the doctor could come out and tell us how he's doing. All I remember was seeing Jase covered in blood..." Lance broke down at the recollection.
"Oh, Scoop. I'm sure everything's gonna be fine. Hell, Jase is probably tellin' off the doctor or some nurse as we speak. You know he tends to have a bit of a potty mouth at times." JC was doing his best to reassure Lance as well as lighten the mood.
"I know. It's just, if something happens to Jase, I don't think I could ever forgive myself. It's my fault he's..." Lance couldn't continue.
"Lance, I know it's hard. But, can you tell us what happened?" Justin asked this as he walked back over from the nurses' station.
"Well, we left your house and headed over to my place. We had stopped at a red light. It turned green and I took off. Then, I felt Jase throw his arm against my chest, pulling me down toward the center console as I hear this terrible crashing sound. The next thing I remember is seeing Jase being put into an ambulance, covered in blood. I don't know..." Lance broke down again, fearing the worse.
"Excuse me, I'm doctor Sheridan. The nurse said you were waiting for the status of the young man in ER-4. I regret to inform you that he did not make it. There was just too much internal damage and loss of blood. I'm truly sorry." The doctor turned and walked back into the ER.
Silence fell over the guys. Each one was in shock, especially Lance. Lance collapsed down on his knees and buried his face in his hands as he started sobbing hysterically. Justin and JC grabbed Lance and pulled him into a hug. Joey and Chris hugged each other and cried. Soon, all five had pulled chairs into a circle and tried to comfort each other. Lance refused to leave the hospital until he could see my body and say goodbye.
Back in ER-3***********
"IF YOU DON'T FUCKIN' HURRY UP WITH THOSE FUCKIN' STITCHES, I'M GONNA SEW YOUR FUCKIN' LIPS TO YOUR FUCKIN' ASSHOLE!" I was pissed.
"Sir, we only have a few more stitches, but if you continue to be disruptive, it may take much longer than necessary. Besides, we are trying to prevent a serious scar." The nurse was being very calm as the doctor continued to put stitches in the gash above my right eyebrow; however, she was obviously losing her patience with me.
"Well listen here, sister. I don't give a RAT'S ASS about a damn scar. Why don't you go make yourself useful and tell me how my friend is doing." I was fuming.
"What's your friends name, sir."
"Lance, Lance Bass." I spoke quietly so as not to cause a scene.
"I believe he has already been released and is waiting for you. One of the nurses asked Dr. Harrigan to speak to your friends once he's finished with your stitches. Now, if you will just relax and let the doctor finish stitching you up, you can check on your friend for yourself." The nurse left the room.
"All done. Now, put a large band-aide over this cut when you bathe for at least 3 days. If you have any nausea or dizziness, call us immediately. It could be latent signs of a concussion. Well, you're free to go." The doctor shook my hand, and walked away.
I slid off the bed and to the floor. I immediately felt the stiffness in my entire body as I slowly walked out of ER-3 and saw the nurse talking very abrasively to another nurse. I overheard the 'discussion' and started to laugh to myself. 'Someone's in trouble. Getting doctors' names mixed up could cause a real FUCK UP!' I didn't know the FUCK UP involved me.
I walked through the doors to ER and walked to the nurses' station to sign the release. I asked the nurse where Lance Bass was waiting and she got a strange look on her face. All she could do was point to the lounge. I walked slowly toward it and could hear the muffled sobs of people in the lounge. As I walked around the corner, I saw Lance, JC, Justin, Joey and Chris huddled together with their heads bowed, sobbing quietly. They appeared to be in prayer, so I quietly walked up and sat down on the magazine table directly behind Justin. I sat quietly waiting for someone to finish the prayer. I saw the guys lift their heads.
"Amen!" I said quietly with my head bowed.
"Thank you for prayin' with us, it...OH MY GOD!" Justin had turned to thank the 'stranger' behind him for praying with the guys, but when he realized it was me, he damn near keeled over.
"YOUR ALIVE? But, Dr. Sheridan..." JC was in shock, as was everyone else.
"Dr. Sheridan? Who's that? The doctor I had was Dr. Harrigan. OH...MY...GOD! Did a doctor come out here and tell you I was dead or something?" I asked no one in particular.
"Y...Yes." Lance answered with tears flowing down his puffy face.
"I bet that nurse loses her job. As I left ER-3, I..." Chris cut me off.
"You weren't in ER-4?" Chris looked confused.
"Duh! As I was saying, when I left ER-3, I heard my nurse chewing out some other nurse about mixing up the names of the ER doctors. Sheridan, Harrigan, I guess it could happen to anyone. And let me tell you about..." Lance cut me off.
"Shut the HELL up and come here." Lance stood with his arms outstretched.
I was startled, but then realized I was sitting there telling the guys my BS and they thought I was dead. I hugged Lance as he burst into tears, trying to apologize for the accident between sobs. Soon, Joey, Chris, Justin and JC joined the hug and we all shed our tears of joy. Justin suggested we all return to his house. Everyone agreed. As the six of us walked through the sliding doors into the ambulance bay, a paramedic called out to us.
"Hey, weren't you two (the paramedic pointed to Lance and me) in that car wreck about 2 hours ago? You know, you (he pointed to Lance this time) are lucky your friend pulled you toward him. If he hadn't, the debris that sheered off of the car that hit you two would have killed you. When we found you, the debris from the other car had come through the windshield and was stuck into the headrest of the driver's seat. And your friend still had his arm around you. Some friend, huh?" The paramedic just kept rambling on, not realizing the effect he was having on Lance.
"Thanks, but we have to go." I put my arm around Lance's shoulder and moved toward the ER parking area. Lance was trembling uncontrollably.
Joey showed Lance and me to his SUV and we got into the back. Chris helped us in before sitting beside Joey in the passenger seat. Justin and JC honked to signal they were ready to head out. I held Lance in a tight hug and let him cry. Before we got to Justin's house, Chris looked back at me and spoke softly.
"Hey Jase. Don't let Lance go to sleep. The doctor said he has a slight concussion." Chris smiled at me as I winked back at him.
Before I knew it, Joey pulled up into Justin's driveway and parked beside Justin and JC. As Lance and I got out of Joey's SUV, I glanced over to Joey and Chris and nodded for them to come over to me.
"Hey guys, unless Lance wants you two to stay here tonight, why don't y'all go back to Chris's. I'm fine, and I think Lance will be too." I looked at Lance who could do nothing more than nod his head.
Joey and Chris were hesitant at first, but after talking it over with JC and Justin, they decided to head back over to Chris's. Before either Joey or Chris left, they both came over and hugged us individually and gave us a kiss on the cheek. Lance and I followed JC and Justin into the house as Joey and Chris pulled out of the driveway.
Lance had not said a word since we left the hospital. Justin and JC walked into the den as Lance and I followed. I sat Lance down and motioned Justin to come to the kitchen with me. JC saw the silent communication between Justin and me and quickly sat down beside Lance during my absence.
"Hey Capt'n, why don't you fix us all a drink. And make mine a double. This is gonna be a long night." I turned, but Justin grabbed my arm.
"Capt'n? Is that my nickname?" Justin smiled as he said this.
"Yah! I can tell that you sometimes don't like being called Curly, so Capt'n came to mind. But, of course in my dreams, I call you SEXY KNICKERS." I winked at Justin as he laughed and went to fix us some drinks.
As I returned to the den, I heard Lance talking to JC. I stood in the doorway as the tears came to my eyes.
"JC, I don't know what I would do if I lost Jase. I've only known him for like 48 hours, and yet I feel as though he knows me from the inside out. Am I just infatuated, or is this love? Can you tell me?" Lance looked so confused, so lost in his emotional turmoil.
"Scoop, only you can tell if it's love. Love is blind. There are no rules that say how people experience love. Just follow your heart. That's the only advice I can give. I feel the same way about Justin and couldn't imagine a day without him in my life." JC got teary-eyed and pulled Lance into a hug.
"Hands off my man! Just because Justin was willin' to let me feel you up doesn't mean I'm that eager to share!" I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat on the other side of Lance. When JC got up to walk to the love seat, I pulled him into my lap. Lance looked at me.
"Hello?" Lance looked at me with a small grin.
"JC, I just wanted to thank you for being you. Justin is a very lucky man to have you in his life." Lance and JC realized I wasn't being silly.
"Thanks. I love you too." JC said with a grin as I kissed the back of his neck.
"Hey, BITCH. Captain WHOOP-ASS is gonna open up on you if you don't stop 'gropin' my boyfriend every time I turn around." Lance and I looked at each other and smiled.
Justin got an odd look on his face as JC stood, and Lance and I got up off the couch and slowly moved toward him. Lance took the tray with the drinks on it and gave it to JC as I started 'GROPIN' Justin like he and Lance had done me earlier. Lance joined in and Justin just stood there in shock. JC started laughing so hard he fell into the floor. After a minute or so, Lance and I returned to the couch. JC handed us our drinks once he recovered from his laughter. Justin walked over to the coffee table, picked up the drink he had made himself, and downed it. JC, Lance and I started laughing. Suddenly, Lance grabbed his head and leaned back on the couch. I set my drink down and turned to him.
"You OK. Boo?" Concern permeated my voice.
"Yah, it just hurts my head to laugh so much. Maybe after a little rest, I..." I cut Lance off.
"No rest for you for at least 24 hours, doctor's orders." I was serious.
"But I'm tired!" Lance pouted.
"You weren't that tired when we were going back to your place. So drop the drama, and come over here. Besides, I have my ways of keepin' people from poutin' around me for long." I kissed Lance deeply and started rubbing his chest. I then spread out on the couch so Lance could sit between my legs and lay his back against my chest.
Lance and I sat like that for hours and just talked. We were like two long lost friends who were trying to catch up on old times. I talked in detail about my childhood and how difficult it was for me at 15 when I realized I was attracted to guys, not girls. I told him everything, from A-Z. Lance did the same. I learned about the real Lance, not the celebrity Lance. Before we knew it, the sun was rising. We both looked over to JC and Justin and found them sleeping on the love seat together.
"Let's put them to bed. I totally forgot they were still down here, poor things." Lance said sleepily.
Lance carried JC, and I carried Justin. Lance and I entered Justin's bedroom and put JC and Justin in bed. We undressed the sleeping angels and pulled the covers over them. Then, Lance and I walked downstairs. Lance went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee at my suggestion and I went to the studio to play the piano.
I played for what turned into hours. I never remembered Lance coming into the room, let alone the fact that he had a tape recorder in his hand. After some time, I turned and saw not only Lance, but also Justin and JC sitting by the door to the studio. Each one had smiles shining and tears falling.
"I swear, y'all cry at the drop of a hat around here." I startled them.
"It's just so amazing that you can sit there and play AND sing song after song without even realizing how gifted you are!" Justin sniffed as he said this.
"I never said I didn't realize I was gifted. I just wouldn't be comfortable turning something that is so personal to me into a job and performing to countless millions, like y'all do. I have no fear of performing, mind you. But I couldn't accept the constant invasion into my soul, and my music is the essence of my soul. Does that make any sense?" I wasn't sure they would understand.
"Yes, it does." Everyone jumped at Joey's voice.
Joey and Chris had arrived several minutes before and had made their way down the hall to the studio. I smiled and got up from the piano.
"Well, the gang's all here. Now what do y'all say we eat." I walked past the guys and went to the kitchen.
After I fixed brunch, everyone decided to lounge in the den. I noticed Lance trying to doze off, so I tickled him every time I saw his eyes close for more than a second. Lance had been very quite since we had finished eating. I somehow felt that Lance was hiding his feelings of guilt over the accident, and I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do. I had learned the hard way that suppressing your feelings only caused more pain. Confronting those feelings would be painful, but much better for your soul in the long run.
"Lance, why haven't you said anything about the accident since we got back here?" I asked with nothing but love in my voice.
"I'm trying to forget about it. I just can't help thinking that I caused the whole situation. You did tell me to keep my eyes on the road." Lance choked up at his words. The other guys tuned into the conversation.
"Lance, listen. I found out from the nurse that the person who hit us ran a red light. It wasn't your fault! Just like I can't blame myself for the death of my parents. I can't say that my parents wouldn't have wanted to go down to my brother's place when they did, anyway. And besides, it's very likely that if I hadn't come out to them, I would have been in the accident as well." I looked deeply into Lance's eyes as I realized he understood my reasoning.
"I love you." Lance said softly.
"I love you too! But, you can't put those emotions away. You taught me that! Just remember, no matter what, I'm here for you. I'm here for all of you." I kissed Lance gently, but with so much love and affection. Lance looked into my eyes as the tears began to build.
"Jase, I was so afraid. I thought I was gonna die when that doctor said you hadn't made it. I couldn't breathe. And then, when that paramedic...said you saved...my life, I...I realized how much you have given me, given us...and yet you've asked for nothing in return. Why is it that the world has so few people...like you? Everyone wants something from us constantly."
Lance realized he was rambling on and stopped.
"Well, I've given less than I've received. Before Justin tried to kick my ass in Dallas, I had one true friend in the world, and that was my boss. I was like a leaf blowin' in the wind without anyone to catch me. I was quickly turnin' into a joyless nothin' who lived each day without livin'. I've never been much on celebrity worship or fanaticism, but it just happens that the people I'm crazy about happen to be celebrities. You five have literally saved my soul. So enough with this 'given more the we have' shit." I had run out of words. Lack of sleep was wearing me down.
We decided to go back out to the private beach that afternoon. Lance and I didn't venture into the water like Chris, Joey, JC and Justin. We just sat on the sand, not talking, but just holding each other. I was so content and yet I knew I was headed for heartbreak. A week from Sunday, I would be leaving. What would happen then? Would a long distance relationship with a celebrity have a snowball's chance in hell of lasting? I held Lance tightly and tried to put those thoughts out of my mind. The rest of the guys gathered around us on the blanket to cool down from their rough-housin'.
"What'cha thinkin' about?" Lance startled me.
"I was just thinking about my having to leave in just over a week. I don't know how I'm gonna do it. I may just call up Leslie and quit. It's not like I really have to work for money now." I was actually thinking about quitting so I could be close to Lance.
"What do you mean?" Lance leaned up and turned to look at me.
"I figured Justin told you after he read the letter from the lawyer on the flight to Orlando. I am the sole beneficiary of my parents' estate as well as the estate of my brother and his family. Once I sign the documents week from next Monday, I will be over 10 million dollars richer. So, if I invest wisely, I can live a very comfortable life and not have to work." I spoke honestly.
"You would quit your job and move here to be with me even though I have a very hectic life and travel for weeks on end? You would do that for me?" Lance was grinning from ear to ear.
"No, I would do that for the chance to see if JC is as HUNG as I think he is." JC, Justin, Joey, Chris and Lance looked at me in shock. I laughed loudly. But the JC put me into hysterics.
"Well, why don't we just settle this here and now. Then Lance will know you're staying for him." JC stood and started sliding down his shorts. Just before he revealed himself, he fell out laughing at the shocked expression on my face.
"Boo, don't take this the wrong way, but do you think we could ask Justin if JC could come out and play?" I grinned as I spoke to Lance.
"OK, you. Don't take me there! Besides, you know Justin would want to watch!" Lance play-slapped my face after he spoke.
"Yah, BABY!" Justin exclaimed, sending everyone into riotous laughter.
The six of us joked around and gave Joey a hard time for getting lost in all the innuendo for a good ten minutes. I felt at home with Lance and the guys. I was fast approaching my decision, and once I decided, I knew I had to act. I grabbed my phone.
"Hey Leslie...yah, I left Big D and came to Orlando... Wednesday night... I've met some new friends... so, I guess you saw the 'tabloids' too?" I smiled at Lance and started making faces as Leslie went on a five-minute spill about how sorry she was for me and how she hoped I could face everyone at the office. I decided to play a trick on Leslie and handed Lance the phone.
"Really...well I'm not sure, but I think you might want to tell that to Jason." Lance busted out laughing as he handed me the phone.
"That was my boyfriend, Lance... Listen, at the time the photos were taken, we weren't together. I can't help it if the 'tabloids' actually were right about some of their story. But listen, that's not why I called. I called to tell you to post a position for my replacement. I'm not coming back to work." I waited for an eternity until Leslie finally spoke. "Yes, I'm VERY happy, and I can't imagine my life in Dallas without Lance and the guys. I can't very well expect to provide for these five on my salary if I asked THEM to quit and move to Dallas. You should see Justin and Joey eat! They'd eat me out of house and home... I know. I plan on flyin' back to Dallas this Monday to finish up some business and tie up my affairs in Dallas. Besides, I think the guys are having meetings Monday in preparation for the release of their new album. Then they will be on the road for a while on a promotional tour... I will, after I see Gary and take care of my family's estate... See ya." Leslie was happy for me, but not happy to lose me as an employee.
I called Gary at home and let him know I was coming into Dallas a week ahead of schedule so he would have time to prepare for my arrival on Monday. I hung up the phone and noticed all five guys had tears brimming in their eyes.
"You would really quit your job and move to Orlando just to be with me, with us?" Lance asked with an astonished look on his face.
"Yes, I would. I need a new start, and I feel at home with you guys, especially one in particular." I leaned over and kissed Lance.
"GROUP HUG!" Everyone said this in unison.
After several more hours of goofing off, we all packed into Joey and Justin's vehicles and headed back to Justin's house. Joey and Chris excused themselves early saying they had some unfinished business to tend to. (We all knew what they were referring to.) Justin and JC dropped Lance and me off at Lance's place. We were alone and could finally be together the way we wanted to be.
"You sure you don't want to just go to bed? You haven't slept in like 36 hours or more." I asked with concern.
"I don't want to go to sleep until I make love to you." Lance spoke in a sexy tone and growled like a tiger.
Lance and I went to his master bedroom. We were both too consumed with passion and lust to be nervous about this being our first time with each other. I kissed Lance deeply, our tongues dueling, trying to explore every crevice of his mouth. I moved to his ear, biting gently on his ear lobe. Lance moaned as I kissed my way down his neck, turning him around so I could take his clothes off while never ending the kisses to his body. Once Lance stood naked before me, his member fully erect and jutting out away from his body, he began to undress me. In seconds, we both stood before each other in the nude.
"I want you, Boo. I've never wanted anyone like I want you now, and forever." I spoke in a husky voice filled with lust and passion.
"I want you too, Jase. Let's just BE one." Lance spoke in his deep sexy voice as a shiver ran down my spine.
Lance moved us back to his bed. We started kissing each other slowly, but as the passion grew, so did our need to be one. Lance and I explored each other with our hands and mouths. Finally, Lance grabbed a condom and some lube from his nightstand drawer. He shocked me when he rolled the condom onto my cock and lubed it up.
"Boo, are you sure? You've never done this before. And I'll be honest, it'll hurt a little." Lance could see the concern in my eyes.
"I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure. I trust you. I know you would never hurt me intentionally. I just want you to be my first and only lover." Lance looked into my eyes with so much desire and love. I melted.
Lance lubed his ass and straddled my hips. I held my cock at his entrance and Lance lowered himself onto my cock. When the head of my dick popped into his ass, he gasped. I could see the pain in his face. I lubed Lance's cock and began to slowly jack him off to distract him from the pain. He relaxed and slowly slid down the length of my cock. Once Lance was completely filled, he began to slowly bounce up and down on my cock. I continued to jack him off as he rode me for the first time. Lance's lust grew, as he quickened the pace of his up and down motions. I stroked his cock faster and felt my orgasm building.
"Lance, I'm getting' close...I'm fixin' to...OH GOD!" My orgasm overtook me.
"OH JASE, YEESSSSSS!" Lance covered my chest with his cum.
Lance collapsed onto my chest as we both tried to catch our breath. Lance slid down beside me and removed the condom from my cock and put it in the trash. When he returned to the bed, he climbed on top of me and started kissing me. Our arousal was evident, as we both got hard almost instantly.
"If...you...keep...this...up, you'll...have...to find...another...condom." I spoke between kisses.
"Done." Lance reached over to the nightstand and produced another condom.
This time, Lance put the condom on himself. I raised my legs and grabbed my ankles, exposing his target. Lance lubed my hole and slowly entered me. I gasped. It had been over six years since I had let anyone penetrate me. Lance gently moved further and further in until I had him all. Once I had adjusted, I smiled up at his glorious face.
"Boo, I love you. Make love to me, NOW!" My sweet words were betrayed by my lust.
Lance rode me for what seemed like an eternity. We both came together and kissed for hours without ever parting. Lance finally got up and grabbed my hand. He led me to the shower were we washed every part of each other. We emerged from the bathroom, dry, but naked. As I went to get in bed, Lance stopped me.
"Let me change the sheets. Then we can cuddle and sleep until we get up tomorrow in nice clean sheets." Lance was so caring, and yet I knew from his voice, he would be asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Lance changed the sheets with my help and we climbed into bed. We held each other and intertwined our bodies together as one. Lance fell asleep almost immediately and I watched him sleep for several minutes. I closed my eyes and knew I was where I belonged.
Sunday, when we woke up, we both felt the soreness not only from the sex, but also the accident. We showered and lounged around all day. Joey and Chris called and wanted to know if we wanted to have dinner together. After several phone calls, Lance decided to have a cookout at his place. Once JC, Justin, Chris and Joey arrived, we started the party. I cooked, we all ate, and the guys cleaned. After getting the kitchen sorted out, the guys came back into the den where I had been relaxing.
"Hey guys, I think you already know, but I've got to fly back to Dallas tomorrow morning to take care of some business. Then, I'll fly back as soon as possible. I know y'all will be busy with meetings and what not, but can someone pick up some real estate information for me while I'm gone?" I looked at everyone, not knowing who would answer.
"You got it. Anything for Boo's man." Joey was being silly, but I liked the way that sounded. 'Boo's man.'
The guys all left relatively early and gave Lance and me some 'us' time. In all honesty, I think they all had certain THINGS to attend to, but still the same, Lance and I were pleased. We showered together before going to bed. I washed every part of Lance, as if trying to remember every part of him by the feel of his skin. I saved the best part to wash for last and soon had Lance whimpering like a lost pup as I sucked his swollen cock into my mouth.
At one point, I thought Lance was going to die, right there in the shower.
I wasn't sure if the neighbors had heard when Lance yelled out my name as he came down my throat, but I wouldn't have been surprised. After Lance calmed down, he intended to return the favor, but I pulled him from his knees and held him in my arms instead.
"Lance, you and the guys have your meeting at 9AM in the morning and my flight leaves at 8AM, so we both need some sleep. There will be plenty of time for us to make love to each other once I get back to Orlando. You aren't mad at me, are you?" I realized that I might be hurting his feelings or showing lack of interest by what I was doing, but it was getting very late. Lance looked into my eyes and saw my love for him and my faith in his love of me.
"How can I be mad at you, Jase? Besides, you're right. We'll have to call a cab to go to the airport since we will need to be there by 7AM, at the latest. Just don't make this a habit!" Lance smiled as he said this, but I also knew he was serious as well.
"I love you, Boo. Don't EVER stop being you." I got teary-eyed and hugged Lance's naked, wet body.
"I love you too, Jase." Lance rocked me gently in his arms.
We dried each other off and walked to his bed naked. I got in the bed and was soon joined as Lance spooned me from behind. We both drifted off to sleep without saying more than "I love you!"
The alarm went off too soon. I wasn't prepared to get up. I was happy and warm with Lance spooning me, but I had to get up. Lance and I got ready and called a cab. To my surprise, JC, Justin, Joey and Chris met Lance and me at the airport in the Admiral's Lounge. They had called a limo so they could all leave for the meeting from the airport. We laughed and joked around until my flight started boarding. I suddenly got an odd feeling, as if I was getting airsick, and yet I loved to fly. I decided it was my hate for having to be away from Lance, or was it?
Now boarding flight 2329 with non-stop service to Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport
"That's me, guys. Why don't y'all go out the back exit and I'll go catch my flight. And Lance, you've got my number. Call me anytime!" I walked over to Lance and kissed him passionately.
"I will. Just get back here as soon as possible." Lance looked on the verge of tears.
I hugged JC, Justin, Joey and Chris before ushering them out of the back exit of the Admiral's Lounge.
2PM - N Sync's Limo***********
"I am so sick of these long-ass meetings! Jeez, I thought Allen would never shut up!" Chris was bitchin' as he snuggled up to Joey.
"Hey guys, I want you to hear something." Lance moved over to the stereo system in the back of the limo and put in a tape.
When Lance pushed play, my voice rang out as I played song after song and sang. Lance was playing the recording he had made of me two days earlier at Justin's. JC, Justin, Joey, Chris and Lance listened until the music ended.
Lance was in tears.
"Hey, Scoop. Jase will be back. Nothing can keep him from loving you and wanting to be with you. I mean, he flew to Dallas today to quit his job and move to Orlando to be with you, so dry your tears. Everything's gonna be fine." JC consoled Lance and tried to get him to smile.
When the cassette player ran to the end of the tape, it clicked off and the radio came on automatically.
'News Flash: We have confirmed that there were no survivors from American Flight 2329 that broke up 18 minutes after departure from Orlando en route to Dallas, Texas this morning. Please stay tuned for further updates...'
THE END of "Dream..."
The DREAM ends, but what about REALITY?