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Fate Stepped In - Chapter Two
Drew Lachey watched Jeff Timmons and his brother Nick leave the down stairs bar. He had left them a half-hour earlier saying he was tired and was going back to his room. Nick and Jeff were wasted and Drew was starting to get the feeling he had got the last time. Their talk was turning more sexual and the looks they were giving eachother had Drew feeling uneasy. The last time happened just after they got their record deal and partied all night. But Drew was getting the same uneasy feeling tonight as he did that night. And if they found him tonight, it would happen again. He loved them both, but he just could not stand to be raped by two drunken assholes, especially since one of them was his own brother.
The emotional baggage was wearing on him. Though it happened when they were plastered and they didn't remember any of it the next morning, Drew remembered it all. Hopefully his feeling were wrong and nothing was going to happen. But, if it happened tonight, he didn't know what he would do. They were coming into their own as a band, and the guys would never let him leave. Nor did he want to leave, he loved his life and maybe deep down on some level, he enjoyed what Nick and Jeff had done to him that night. Well maybe just Jeff. Drew lusted after Jeff. He followed Jeff around like a puppy dog, but Jeff never noticed him. He spent most of his time hanging with Nick, and Drew was left to kick it with Justin.
But even with his feelings for Jeff, "Not tonight" Drew said to himself. So he just stayed in the lobby watching and waiting for his two band mates to leave the bar. He would wait down stairs until they got back to their floor, find that he wasn't in his room and then they would head to their own rooms and go to sleep. But from his hiding space, Drew heard their conversation as they entered the elevator.
"What floor?" Jeff said.
"Fourteen, room 1432", Nick said as the elevator doors closed.
Drew wondered what they were talking about, 98 degrees was staying on the twelfth floor. Since they had other plans, Drew felt safe enough to go back to his room and got on the next elevator. When it reached the twelfth floor, he hesitated. Curiosity won out and he turned around and pressed the button to summon the elevator back to take him up to the fourteenth floor.
When the elevator door opened, Drew walked down the hallway. It was empty, so he kept walking looking for room 1432. When he reached it, he put his ear up to the door. Drew could barely hear Nick and Jeff and some moaning. He knew what was happening, but to who. Who was taking his place tonight? He had to know, so he would wait. Wait for them to leave and sneak a peek at who had saved him this night. Drew walked down to the ice machine room that was located half way between the room and the elevator. He would hide between the ice machine and the wall when they left.
It was about 3:30 in the morning, so hopefully no one will come to get ice he thought to himself. At about 4:10 he heard the door down the hallway open then close. From his hiding place he heard his brother voice say, "So what do you think?"
Jeff answered " D was better, we better stick to him".
"Oh my god, they remember everything," Drew thought to himself,
In Drew's mind it was all ok as long as they were drunk and could not remember anything. Now that he knew that they remembered everything, how could he ever look them in the eyes again. He was brought back to reality by the sound of the elevator doors opening and closing.
Drew left his hiding place and walked down to room 1432 and turned the doorknob slowly. It was unlocked and he slowly opened the door. The room was pitch black, but the light from the hallway lit up the room enough for Drew to see that there was no one in the room. He closed the door and turned on the entry light. It lit up the room enough for him to see the whole room. He looked around and didn't see anyone. He could smell both Nick and Jeff's cologne and the smell of sex in the room. He stepped towards the bathroom. Looking in, he could see someone lying face down on the floor.
Drew's medical training took over as he rushed into the bathroom, turning on the light as he entered. On the floor was a naked young man sprawled face down in a pool of vomit. Drew kneeled down and lifted the young man's head up and turned his body over.
As soon as he saw the face, he knew who it was. It was JC from NSYNC. Drew grabbed a towel from the counter and lightly placed JC's head onto it. He stood up and grabbed another towel and wet it with warm water. He returned to JC and started to clean the vomit from his face. His breathing was steady and he looked to be just asleep, but Drew figured he was probably in shock.
Drew glanced down at JC's face, it was beautiful. He then looked down at JC's body. His smooth slim body was perfect, and the sight of his soft cock nestled in his brown pubic hair had Drew's cock growing hard instantly.
Drew started to clean JC's whole body, cleaning off all the vomit, dried cum and all the miscellaneous fluids from around his ass. Once he was done, Drew pick JC up and carried him out of the bathroom. While exiting the bathroom, he turned on the room's lights and carried JC to the bed. Just as he reached the bed, JC opened his eyes.
JC's vision was blurry, he squinted but couldn't see anything. It was too bright and his eyes were puffy and red from crying. He felt like he was floating, no he was being carried. He squinted again and looked up, he could not focus his eyes. There was an outline of a face, with spiky hair. JC's mind could only focus on one thing: It was him, he had come and saved him. The man he knew he loved had saved him.
Just as Drew got to the bed, he looked down at JC's face. His eyes were slightly blinking, but not open and a slight smile was on his face. Drew knew he was in love with this man. He laid JC in his bed, looked around and found his boxers and slipped them onto JC and then covered him with the sheet and blankets. He sat down next to JC and looked at his face.
Drew whispered, "JC can you hear me?"
JC appeared to be back asleep. Drew leaned down and brushed his lips lightly across JC's lips. JC's body started to shake.
"JC can you hear me, are you OK"
JC rolled over and curled up and started to cry.
"JC everything is alright, I'm here, everything is alright" Drew said as he caressed JC's back with one hand and stroked his hair with the other.
JC spoke in a very low voice. "No...its not...you hate me...everyone will hate me".
"No JC, I don't hate you and no one else will either, why are you saying this?"
"It's because...it's because I'm....gay".
Drew sat there in shock. Could he actually have a chance with JC.
"See you hate me". JC's body started to shake even more.
"I can't live with you hating me, because I love you...I love you Lance"
Drew's heart sank. The room got quite and the JC stopped moving. Drew turned JC toward him. He had passed out. Drew look lovingly at JC's face, "How could I fall for him so fast." Drew whispered to himself.
They had meet only once, during MTV's Spring Break where 98 degrees had sung right after NSYNC during a fashion show. When they had shook hands and said hi, Drew had stared into JC's intense blue eyes a little too long and had to break his gaze and look at his shoes. But other than that, they had never talked. Drew's heart yearned for JC. He lightly pushed some stray strands of hair away from JC's forehead, and leaned down and kissed where the hair was.
"I do love you JC," Drew whispered, but as soon as he had said it he knew he could never have him. JC's heart belonged to Lance and there was no room for him.
Drew rose off the bed, looked down at JC then walked over to the desk. He opened the drawer and pulled out some paper and started writing. When he was done, he looked at the clock. It read 5:30. He folded the papers in half and looked around for JC's planner. When he found the info he needed, he turned off some of the lights in the room and left.
JC woke as the door closed and curled tighter into a ball. "Lance hates me, when he tells the others that I'm gay, everyone else will hate me too." JC cried himself to sleep. Forgetting his pain and humiliation. None of that mattered to him now. Lance knew his secret and hated him, he was a dirty fag and no one loved him.
Drew stood outside of room 1434, pulled out his cell phone and dialed the room number. He heard the phone ring twice and then heard someone pick up. He pressed the end button on the phone. He bent down, slipped the folded papers under the door and then knocked three times and ran to the elevator. As the elevator reached to floor and dinged, he heard a door open. He jumped in and pushed to button for the twelfth floor.
By the time the elevator door opened, Drew was crying harder than he ever had in his life. He now knew what it felt like to love someone, to look at someone's face and feel love in both his heart and soul. If only he could find someone that loved him the same way. If only JC had opened his eyes and saw him, had smiled at him, had express his love to him. But JC's heart belonged to Lance and Drew's heart could only yearn for love, any one's love.
Drew opened his door and entered his darkened room.