Warning: This story contains homosexual themes, and contains scenes of homosexual sex. If this bothers you then don't read this. If you are not old enough in the community that you live in to read erotic material, than go away, and shame on you for being here.
Disclaimer: I have no associations with either the Backstreet Boys or NSYNC. I do not know the sexual orientations of any of the band members. This is FICTION, meaning that it is not real and should not be considered real.
Personal Note: WOW... Thanks to all the people who e-mailed me. I wasn't expecting the response that I got from my last "personal note". About that, I'm sorry if it came off as bitchy or demanding, I was just kinda pissed. I was told by David that I was "holding the readership hostage" (it's funny, cause the first thing that ran through my mind when I read that was me holding up a bank talking to the negotiators "I want a million bucks, some e-mail, and Joey Fatone blindfolded... handcuffed... and NAKED!!!"). But again thanks for informing me that people actually read this story (the amount of mail I got far eclipsed all the mail I had gotten up to that point). Again, my e-mail address is ARTNYC4@aol.com, no pressure this time.
Personal Note (The Sequel): If you read the warning (yeah right... like people actually read the warning) you'll see it's different from the past warnings. Previously it said "and will in the future contain scenes of homosexual sex", now, it DOES contain scenes of homosexual sex. Enjoy!
Joey and Lucas (Chapter 6) By Aran
PRESENT (Joey's Point of View)
What just happened? What... I... uh... I guess I should go back to the hotel. I need sleep, things will be clearer if I get some sleep. As I leave the hospital I get recognized by a girl in a wheelchair. She seemed concerned since I was so out of it. I just gave her an autograph and walked away. Jeez... that came out of nowhere. What did I say? I told him I'd always be there for him and he gets rid of me like I have the plague. Shit... I don't even have his phone number, how am I supposed to talk to him. To apologize for whatever I said in there. I manage to get a cab outside the hospital and I tell him where to go. Is he mad about me laughing at him in the cab? I swear I thought he was kidding, I mean stone rhymes with scone. I know that really isn't funny but I was trying to make him feel good, instead I embarrassed him. The cab gets to the hotel. Why am I so effected by this? Duh Joe, your in love. You knew it as soon as he grabbed your hand in the diner, that minor physical connection... that touch... I want to touch him again. I want to put his finger in my mouth again, I want to put more of him in my mouth, I want to touch him, feel him. I get to the door to the suite, find the key, and open the door. They're all looking at me. What's their problem? Have Justin and Lance been crying? I need some rest, they all watch me in silence as I go into my room and close the door. Someone else slept in my bed, that spot on my pillow is too wet and too resent to have been left by me. God I hope I didn't drool on Lucas. Maybe that's why he's mad. Why would he want me? I drool, I snore... Look at him, he's hot... he's rich... he's sophisticated... What can I offer him? I need some rest. I take of the clothes, I wonder whose clothes these are? I guess I should return them, how can I get in touch with him? I'll go back to the hospital, I need a nap, and they say JC sleeps too much...
PRESENT (Lance's Point of View)
He looked so sad. He just came in and went to his room, he barely looked at us. He has a right to be mad, we reacted so badly last night. We just sit there in silence for a minute. We had been arguing for almost an hour, the same words being said over and over. We had managed to convince Justin that he was not dead somewhere, rather they did, I wasn't convinced until I saw him a minute ago.
Justin: "Are we just going to sit here?"
Chris: "Yeah, we're gonna be late getting to the studio."
Justin: "That's not what I was talking about."
JC: "I'll go talk to him."
PRESENT (JC's Point of View)
I knocked. When there was no answer I opened the door slowly. I could hear that he was asleep, I walked slowly into the room and closed the door behind me. I sat on the edge of the bed and just looked at him for a minute. He had such a pained look on his face, I felt the guilt over my reaction turn a knot in my stomach. How could I have been such an asshole? I tried to shake his shoulder to wake him, luckily it worked.
"Ugh... Leave me alone."
"Come on Joey, we need to talk."
"I don't want to talk right now."
"We need to talk, then we need to go to the studio"
"Work around me today, I just... I can't go now... I don't have the energy."
Was that a tear, was he that upset about what happened?
"I'm really sorry Joey, for what I said."
"Fine... could you leave me alone today... I need to think."
"Alright"
He didn't respond, he just turned over and curled into a ball. I decided to leave him to his thoughts. Just as I was about to leave I took one last look.
"I'm sorry Joey"
No response except for that light snore of his. I closed his door and turned into the living room and saw three pairs of eyes glued to me.
Justin and Lance: "How is he?"
JC: "He's sleeping, we're gonna have to work around him today."
Chris: "Like hell we are."
Justin: "Leave him alone, you've done enough already."
JC: "We can work around him today."
Chris: "What, he gets to sleep in cause we hurt his feelings?"
JC, Justin and Lance: "YES!!"
Justin: "When did you turn into such a prick?"
Chris: "Fuck you, wait... why don't you go fuck Joey, I'm sure he'll enjoy it."
JC: "Let's just go."
We went to the studio in complete silence. Everyone had a scowl on their face, the limo driver actually looked a little scared when we came out of the hotel. Everyone at the studio kept their distance from us as we waited for the producer to show up.
"Hey guys. Um... where's Joey?
Chris: "He's c..."
Justin: "HE'S NOT FEELING WELL."
It was really obvious from the way Justin screamed that out that he was trying to prevent Chris from saying anything. Who knew what he would say?
"Well, I can record around him. Lance, since Joey's not here you can go since I wanted to do your parts together."
Lance: "Cool, I guess I'll go to the movies or something."
JC: "Just remember that nobody knows that we're in New York, so try to keep a low profile."
Lance: "Will do"
With that Lance was gone, the three of us had a full day of recording ahead of us.
PRESENT (Lance's Point of View)
This is perfect. I had to talk to Joey, and now I got the whole day alone with him. The limo took me back to the hotel. I had to plan what I was going to say to him. I'll just tell him flat out. "Joey, I love you". I hope that doesn't freak him out, but I have to get this out. I've been attracted to him from the moment I saw him. I grew to love him over the years, his sense of humor, and his intelligence. It's funny, most people think that he's dumb, but if you actually talk to him he's really smart, and caring, God I want to be with him. I hopped out of the limo almost before it came to a stop and ran to the elevators, I couldn't wait another second to get to the room.
When I finally got into his room I froze. I just stood there a moment taking in the scene in front of me. He had kicked off the sheets and rolled onto his back. His erection was pointed towards the ceiling. His penis was beautiful, and huge. It's probably about 9" long and thick, really thick. My own cock was hard and throbbing just at the sight of it. Change of plans, first I'm going to wake him up, the fun way. I quickly removed every trace of clothing from my body and slowly climbed up the side of the bed. My hand trembled, but I slowly wrapped my thumb and middle finger around the base of his dick, there was about an inch between the tips of the two fingers. It seemed to jump at the touch and a drop of precum formed at the tip. I couldn't resist the urge, so I slowly leaned forward and licked it. That elicited a long, slow moan from his sleeping body. Once my tongue touched his manhood the only thing on my mind was how much I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head and twirled my tongue around the head.
JOEY'S DREAM
We are the only two things that exist. Surrounding us is nothing but blackness and mist.
"Joey"
"It's ok Lucas, you're here with me now."
He grabs the back of my head and pulls me down for a kiss. But it's more than a kiss. It's like our souls are connected through this kiss, we become one. He breaks it, pulling away.
"I wanted to apologize..."
I was about to speak when he rubs his finger on my lips, silencing me. Then he kisses me, but only briefly, on the lips before he slowly kisses his way along my jaw to my right ear.
"...for my atrocious behavior..."
He barely whispers this in my ear before he starts to bathe it with his tongue. I whimper as he runs his tongue along my earlobe and then probes the sensitive spot right behind my ear.
"...this morning."
Then he disappears. It takes me a second to realize that he's dropped to his knees before me.
"Let me make it up to you."
Before I could respond my pants are gone and my cockhead is in his mouth. Every thought left my head as I gave into the pleasure that his mouth was giving me. I put my hand on the back of his head, trying to get him to take more of my 9" in his mouth. He willingly complied taking all of it without gagging. The feelings were intense as his mouth worked on me, his mouth sucked like a vacuum as his throat muscles clenched around my cockhead. I'm close to cumming, I couldn't believe how good this feels.
"Ohh Lucas..."
BACK IN REALITY (Lance's Point of View)
His dick tastes soooooo good. Too bad my jaw aches and I've gagged twice. It's worth it though, I can see he's enjoying it by the way he's writhing around under me. I can see his balls start to draw up towards his body and he starts moaning really load, but I can hear words through the moans.
"Ohh Lucas..."
WHO?!?! In the shock of hearing someone else's name I bite down, hard.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!"
"OH SHIT, SORRY JOEY"
I don't think he heard me apology. He grabbed his dick and curled up in the fetal position.
"Joey.... I... I'm really, really sorry."
"Lance?"
"Yeah"
"Why did you do that?"
"I... um... I was surprised when you said someone else's name."
"And why was my cock in your mouth?"
"Uh... um... well I... I came to... um... apologize... who's Lucas?"
"I don't want to talk about that."
"Oh. Did I hurt you?"
"What do you think?"
"Can I see it?"
"No, could you leave please."
"Uh... sure, I'll be in my room. I'm really sorry."
"Yeah"
I got out of there as fast as I could, just grabbing my clothes off the floor and putting them on outside his door. God, what was I thinking, and who the fuck is Lucas?!? I hope I didn't hurt him too bad, I'd better get him some ice. I went to the mini-bar and rapped some ice in a napkin, then I got the first aid kit from my bathroom and went back to Joey's room. He was sitting up on his bed inspecting the damage.
"Did I hurt you bad?"
"I don't think so, it's starting to swell..."
"I brought you some ice."
I went to the bed and handed him the ice. When he moved his hand from his dick I got a good view of it, it's pretty impressive limp, about 5" and still thick. I could also see the bite mark that wrapped around most of it around 2" from the tip. He winced as he put the ice to the wound.
"Lance? Why were you... you know... in the first place?"
"Well... I came in to see how you were and... um... I saw it and I couldn't resist"
"Are you gay?"
"Yeah, that's also why I came here. I wanted to tell you... I was going to tell you that I was gay too, and that I... I kinda wanted to... try to hook up."
He didn't look at me, instead he looked down, towards his dick."
"I don't think that's possible."
"I swear I'll never do that again if..."
"It's not about that."
"Oh, I guess I know who Lucas is then."
He didn't respond. We sat there for almost a minute, then he broke into tears. I didn't know what to do, I just held him as he cried onto my shoulder.
TO BE CONTINUED