DISCLAIMER: Hey guys, I dont know Nsync (as much as I wish I did) and so this story does not represent their true sexual orientation. The words and actions in this story are complete fiction.
Thanks to everyone who responded. As per your request, here is chapter 2! I'll post chapter 3 tomarrow if i get the chance. My mail box was flooded with email, so from now on, I'll be useing my secondary account: Aeguy@angelfire.com. All feedback is MORE then welcolme. Ohh, and about my typos.. hehehe, im a bad speller to begin with, and when I get to typeing fast, it gets messy at times. I try to clean up the bad parts, but other then that, i applogize, and y ou'll just have to try to get it! Love you all! Here it is!
Just as JC was starting to read the text on Justins laptop, a comotion from Justins bed brought JC's attention back to Justin. Justin was tossing and turning, flinging his arms out in every direction, and muttering "No, wait, stop!" softly. JC put the laptop down and rushed over to the bed
"Justin, wake up!" JC said as he began to shake justin to awaken him "Wake up buddy, your having a bad dream"
Justin slowly opeaned his eyes. It took him a min to figure out where he was, but then he realized he was still in London, in his hotel room. He had been typeing in his journal, he must have fallen asleep. JC was there sitting next to him, with his hand on Justins arm. Justin knew he was safe now, and everythign was ok, but he could still rember the dream so vividly. The guys had finally finished the tour, and they were back in the USA. They had all decided to go catch a movie that had reciently come out. The five of them had all been enjoying the show for about an hour, and Justin and JC decided to go get some candy. As they started to walk back up the aisle, Justin decided to tell JC his feelings for him. They entered the loby, and Justin was tremebling with anticipation.
"What's wrong Just? Are you cold?" JC asked, casting an inquistive eye at Justin.
"No, I'm not cold. JC, I need to tell you something" Justin had said. He couldnt belive he was about to do this. "I..I uhmm.. I.. well...Im gay." Justin blurted out.
"Your what?" JC asked
"Im gay! And I love you JC!" Justin said as he stared at the floor in shame.
"HAHAHAHAHA, your a fagget!? Ohh wow, wait till the guys hear about this!" JC said as he ran back into the theater.
"No wait!" Justin cryed as he stood frozen in horror. But it was too late, JC was already through the doors.
"Hey guys! Wait till you hear this! Justins a fagg! " JC exclaimed "and thats not all! The little nansy boy is IN LOVE WITH ME! Can you believe it!?"
Justin walked through the door only to hear the cold words, and then the world began to twist around him. Everything became blured, and he started falling into an endless black pit. And suddenly he was awake.
Justin started to cry, after rembering everythign that had happened in his dream. Nightmare more like it. It was in fact, his worst nightmare.
"Justin, whats wrong? Whats going on?" JC asked conceridly as he began to run Justins arm in a soothing manner.
Justin couldnt answer him, all he could do was start crying harder.
"Shhh...its ok Just. Im here now. Whatever happened in that nightmare, dont think about it. Its ok." JC said as he continued to rub justins arm.
Justin was bawling, the only thing he could think to do was to hold onto JC, so h reached up, and put his hands around his best friends waist, and burried his face in JC's shoulder, and contineued to cry.
"Justin, I wish you would tell me whats wrong! " JC said as he began to stroke Justins hair. He knew that would calm him down. Everytime either one of them was upset, the other would allways rub their fingers through the others hair. That allways put them at ease.
The feel of JC's fingers going through his hair, slowly started to relax Justin. His crying stopped, and his mind cleared. All he could think was that he was sitting here, with his arms around the man he loved, who was trying his damnest to make him feel better. And it did make him feel better. But the dream had seemed so real. And it was more then Justin could take. He soon found his eyelids closeing, and he was fast asleep, with his hands still wrapped around JC, and JC still rubbing his fingers through Justins hair . "Thank you" was all Justin could mumble before he fell back to sleep.
"No problem kid. I just wish I knew what was wrong." JC said more to himself then to Justin. JC sat there for a few min before the pain in his back started to become more then he could stand. He tried to lay justin down, but his hands had a death grip on his waist. His only choice was to lay down becide him, at the same time. So, thats what he did. And in the end, they were the picture of contentment. Justin still had his hands around JC's waist, and JC had his arms around Justins shoulders. JC still wanted to know why his best friend was acting so stange lately, but for now, it was enough to know that Justin was feeling at least a little bit better. JC would ask him what was wrong later that night, when they were on the plane headed to Germany.
Justin awoke with the sensation of another body being held close to his own. He inhaled deeply, and knew that it was JC. He allways wore that cologne that Justin liked. Justin opeaned his eyes, and looked around to get his bareings. His arms were still around JC's waist, just as he rembered before he fell asleep. His head rested against JC's chest, and JC had his arms around Justins shoulders. Their legs were intertwined, and Justin slowly moved his legs up and down, enjoying the feel of his feet agsinst JC's legs. It took all his will power not to look up, and kiss JC. But he knew he couldnt do that. JC was his best friend, and nothing more. Heck, JC even had a girlfriend back in the states, even if they rarely saw each other. And that broke Justins heart. He was about to start crying again, when JC woke up.
"Hey Justin" he said, snuggling closer to the boy next to him. "How ya feelin now kid?"
"Better, man that dream was horrible, thank you for wakeing me up." Justin said, as he tightend his grip around JC.
"Hey, you would do the same for me. Now how about we go back to sleep, im beat." JC said sleeply. "We still have another hour before we have to get ready for the show, and after the show, its off to the plane to go to Germany. Just thinking about doing the show, and getting on the plane make me tired. Lets sleep while we can."
"Sounds good to me." Justin replyed. "would you mind staying in my room with me tonight? I really dotn want to be alone and have that dream come back."
"You got it Just. Now lets get some shut eye!" JC said as he lay his head back down next to Justins.
' Man, he is such a good friend.' Justin thought to himself. 'I just wish it could be more' But for now Justin was satisfied with the way things were. He could still be with JC, even if it was only a close friendhisp in JC's opnion. Justin decided not to think about it, and he put his cheek back up against JC's chest, and enjoyed the feel of JC next to him. It wasnt long before sleep found him.
Justin awoke to the sound of JC's gentle voice. "Wake up Just, we have to get ready for the show. Wake up kid."
Justin slowly opened his eyes, and saw JC standing in front of him, in just his boxers. 'Damn he is hot!' Justin thought to himself as he slowly climbed out of bed.
"Im still tired JC, lets just call off the show tonight " Justin suggested. "YEA RIGHT!" JC replyed as he continued to dress. "I doubt we would get out of here alive if we did that! The fans would start a riot! Rember last time we were here, and the show was late to start because they couldnt get the lights working right?"
"Ohh yea, i rember that." Justin said as he recalled their last trip to London "The fans freaked out! They had to wait an hour, and they were ready to kill somebody! Yea I guess we had better just do the show. I wouldnt want to cause an international incident!"
They slowly got ready and met the other guys in Lance's room before they headed down to the ampitheater where they were preforming that night. The show went wonderfully, without any problems at all. Before he knew it, Justin was takeing his seat next to JC on the plane they had charted, about to take off for the last stop on the tour. Justin lifted the armrest that seperated himself and JC, and stretched out, using JC as a pillow. JC put his arm around his best friend, and they both fell into a deep sleep.
To be continued....very soon!