Here we go with Part 26.
As always thanks to you loyal readers and to you just discovering the story, welcome. Additional thanks to every one of you who have E-mailed. It helps me keep in touch with how the story's going down. That said, On we go! We have so little to read and so much time. Wait. Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you.
I hope you will enjoy it.
This story is a pack of lies. This story does NOT detail NSYNC's real lives and sexual orientation. (But the author has high hopes.) There will be descriptions of gay sex so if you're underage or find two men playing rumpy bumpy objectionable: Stop Reading Now!!!! (Like you're going to really pay attention.) So on with the story.
JC bent down and kissed Lance. Lance stretched sleepily. He opened his eyes to find JC grinning down at him.
"Morning, lover."
"Morning." Lance propped himself up on his elbows. "Wait a minute. Who are you and what did you do with my JC?"
"Lance, its still me."
"But you're up first. My JC loathes getting out of bed."
"Especially when you're in bed with me." JC gave Lance a peck on the cheek. "Don't worry, Lance. I'm sure that this is a passing phase. I'm going to hit the shower. Okay?"
"Okay." Lance lay back.
JC pointed at Lance. "No bad dreams now."
"Yes, sir."
JC gave a good stretch. Lance watched JC's muscles tighten and flex. JC pulled up on his shorts. His beautiful round ass stood out against the tight white fabric. JC went into the bathroom.
Lance closed his eyes with his thoughts on JC. Images of their sex lives flashed through Lance's mind. He remembered the times he had did his best to make JC happy. Lance loved to see JC's face flushed with pleasure. Of course there was that one time that could never be repeated. The most precious thing he had ever given to JC, no to Josh.
They were holding each other basking in the afterglow.
"JC?"
JC sighed happily. "Yes, lover."
Lance ran his hand over JC's chest. "Am I all right? I mean, compared to the others."
"Lance, you are so far beyond them. I've never had it better than I do with you."
"I'm glad. I've never done this before. But, I mean, with them you got to..."
"Got to what?"
"I want to make it special for you."
"Lance, it is special. You make me feel so good."
"JC, I love you so much. I want to give you something only I can give."
"What's that?"
"Me."
JC gave Lance a squeeze. "I already have you."
"No, I mean physically."
"I thought we had that. Lance, you're confusing me."
"I know that we're close laying here together but I want to feel you closer." Lance paused. "JC, I'm giving myself up to you." Lance looked directly into JC's blue eyes and said with earnest. "I want you to do me."
JC looked surprised. "Lance, are you sure."
"Yes, I've really thought about it. The oral sex is great, but I want to do this for you."
JC fingers caressed Lance's cheek. "This isn't just for me." JC pulled Lance to him and kissed him. He pulled back. "Do you really want me to do you?"
"Don't you want to?"
"More than anything. I just didn't know if you'd ever feel comfortable about it."
"I can't explain it. It just feels right. And I'm sort of curious what it feels like." Lance rolled over. He opened the drawer of the nightstand. He turned back. Lance handed JC a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms.
"You have been thinking of this."
Lance blushed.
"But condoms?"
Lance ran his fingers down JC's arm. "Until we know for sure."
JC took Lance's chin. "Until I know for sure. I'm your first, right?"
"Yes," Lance lay on his back and lifted his legs. "Please, JC. Be my first. Show me what it feels like to have my lover inside me."
The mental images came in a quick succession the condom, the lube, fingers and the feel of lube in his ass, JC moving closer, and both of them trembling with anticipation. Next came the feel of JC's cock pressing at Lance's asshole, the slow penetration and the pain.
Lance tried not to show the pain while fervently praying for it to go away. He wanted so much to do this. This was for JC. No this was for Joshua, the man Lance loved.
JC was taking his time trying to make it as painless as possible for Lance.
Then the pain started to fade. Lance was elated. He really could do this. He wouldn't disappoint JC.
Lance couldn't look away from JC's face. Every blush, every twinge of pleasure that showed on his lover's face thrilled Lance.
"This is for you, Josh."
"No, this is for us."
At those words Lance began to grow accustom to the strange new sensations going through him. Then Lance felt a jolt. What was this? It felt kind of good. JC pressed back. Another jolt. Was it possible? Another thrust and another jolt. This was feeling great!
Lance's eyes went wide. His mouth dropped open. His body was thrilling to JC inside of him. Lance could see JC's alarmed expression. He wanted to show JC that this wasn't pain he was feeling. Lance wrapped his legs around JC. He took JC by the neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
When JC pulled back his puzzled look changed into a smile. As he saw the flush of pleasure of Lance's face the smile broke into a grin.
"I take it, you're starting to like this?"
"Josh, take me. Do me good."
Waves of pleasure like Lance had never known surged through him. JC looked like he was in ecstasy. JC plunged his cock into Lance. There was no more fear of causing pain. Looks of pleasure and feelings of pleasure were enjoyed by both. Then came the trip to the peak, the panting and longing to last a little while longer then giving in and the explosion. Two cocks throbbing and pumping, one in Lance's hand and one inside Lance. Then more panting and relaxing both of them spent.
JC collapsed on top of Lance. He just lay there panting.
"I love you, Josh."
JC didn't move. Lance started to get alarmed.
"JC?"
A deep-throated laughter rose from JC. He rolled off of Lance.
Lance was a bit puzzled. Laughter wasn't exactly the reaction he had hoped for.
"That was incredible! It's never been anything like that!"
Lance smiled. "So it was good?"
"Good?!" JC pulled Lance to him. "It was unbelievable." He kissed Lance almost never wanting to stop. When he did finally pull back, Lance saw JC's blue eyes looking down at him.
JC caressed Lance's cheek and gazed into those fabulous green eyes. "Lance, I will never forget the gift you gave me tonight, the gift of you and your love for me. I love you, Lance Bass."
Lance relished JC's lips on his. He had done it. He had shared himself totally with JC. Lance and JC now knew what it felt like to be one.
Before JC knew what was happening the shower curtain was pulled back and Lance climbed into the shower. He pressed himself to JC's back.
"Josh?" That name meant that Lance was in a very emotional state. "I need you."
Lance ran his hands over JC's soap covered body. Lower and lower he slid his hands. Lance's fingers wrapped around JC's already hard cock. That meant only one thing. Lance filed it for later. Right now he needed JC. He turned JC to face him.
"Lance, I'm sorry, I..." Lance's lips silenced him. Lance pulled back.
"Later. I need you in me." Lance turned around. "Fuck me, JC."
It seemed to take ages for JC for lather up and work the lather into Lance. JC's cock had barely slid passed Lance's sphincter when Lance pushed back impaling himself on JC's cock. Lance's head snapped back. His whole body shook.
"Oh, yes!"
JC just stood there while Lance fucked himself on JC's cock. JC used his hands to caress Lance's body. Lance knew what he needed and JC let him run with it.
Lance's hands reached back and pulled JC to him.
"Give it to me."
JC took his cue and started pounding his cock into Lance.
Lance's head bent up then dropped down. Lance finally stood up. JC held him in his arms. Lance turned his head so they could kiss. JC's hips never missed a thrust.
"Do me, JC. I want you to make me cum."
Lance's passion was overwhelming JC. He could hear the rubbing noise as Lance jacked himself off. His strokes were rapid and urgent.
"Please, JC, make me cum!"
JC's passion peaked with Lance's. Lance pushed back against JC as his cock exploded sending streams of white across the shower.
One last thrust from JC and cum pumped into Lance's ass. JC pulled Lance as close as he could. Their lips sought out each other's. They stood there kissing while their breathing became more regular. Finally, reluctantly they parted.
Lance turned so he could kiss JC more easily. He pulled back. Lance wrapped his arms around JC resting his head on JC's shoulder.
"Thank you, JC."
JC smiled. "Anytime."
They took turns washing each other. After rinsing off, JC and Lance stepped from the shower.
JC was waiting for the question. He got it was they were drying off.
"Do you always jack off in the shower?" Lance tried to sound non-chalent.
"Sometimes the soap and the feel of slippery skin get to be too much. You know I find showering sexy."
"Even after last night?" There was hurt in Lance's voice.
"How many times have we had sex in the morning even after going at it the night before? Besides, this was different. I was taking a shower and I got hard, so I dealt with it. Surely you've done that."
JC was surprised by the angry look on Lance's face. "No, I've never done that. Not when you're here. I only do it when you're away."
"But, Lance."
"Aren't I enough for you? Don't I satisfy you?"
"Of course, you do."
"Then why the little orgy for one in the shower? I got horny this morning and I went to you."
"But what you needed is a little difficult to do by yourself." JC chuckled then mentally kicked himself for it.
"I still have that butt plug." Lance snapped. "How would you have felt if you came from the shower and saw me fucking myself with that?"
JC took Lance in his arms. Lance resisted, but JC held him tight. "I would have been angry that you were horny and you didn't involve me. I would have doubted my ability to satisfy you as your lover. Next I would have been jealous that you started without me. Then I would have beat off watching you." JC tucked Lance's chin. "And finally, I'd have been very envious if you didn't let me join you."
Lance smiled. He returned JC's embrace. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'll try harder to resist. But I didn't think it worth disturbing you. I'll call you next time."
"Nah, forget it. I know the effect of showers on you. You'll wear me out."
"How about if I give you the offer to decline?"
"As if I could ever say no to you." Lance looked up at JC. "Okay, I don't have to there each time you cum. It was just a shock to catch you like that."
"Actually, you had good timing. You were a little impatient as I recall. At least I was ready for you."
"JC, do you think of me while you, ah, jerk off."
JC tapped Lance's nose. "How do you think I get myself to cum?"
Lance gave JC a quick kiss. "JC, that was the right answer."
As they continued to get dressed JC asked, "What was it that got you so revved up? Another dream?"
"No, I was remembering the first time I let you fuck me."
JC looked distressed. "Please, Lance. That was too personal and wonderful a moment to call it that."
"Thank you, Josh. I hoped you still felt that way."
"Just because you're so easy now doesn't mean that first time has lost its meaning to me."
JC was caught off guard as Lance tackled him. "You son of a bitch!"
They rolled on the floor laughing. JC delighted at Lance's sudden aggression. They wrestled rolling over and over. Finally Lance managed to get JC on his back. Lance sat on JC.
"I'm easy am I?"
"Yep." JC chuckled. "All I have to do is touch your ass and it's open sesame time." JC bucked his hips.
"Not this time, Ali Baba." Lance moved and sat down at JC's waist.
"Hey, watch where you're sitting. You'll spoil our sex life."
"And what about you? All I have to do is flash that same ass at you and it's up sesame time." Lance wiggled against JC's crotch.
"Are you complaining?"
"No. Are you?"
"Never, Lance. As you saw this morning, I am a randy little son of a bitch." JC reached up to tickle Lance but stopped. A serious expression spread across Lance's face.
"That's right. There's still Randy." Lance got off of JC.
"Lance, don't worry about that now." JC was disappointed that the mood was broken. "Peter said he was no threat."
"No, Peter said he was determined. That's different."
"Just relax for once." They got up off the floor. "Let's just get dressed and meet the other guys for breakfast."
"Do we have to?"
"Come on, Peter. You said Randy was no threat."
"No, I said he was determined. That's different."
Justin put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "We'll be there, too."
"I know. It's just that the deadline is getting near. I hope he doesn't get disparate." Peter glanced at Justin. "Justin, can I read what he wrote you?"
Justin pulled a folded up piece of paper from his pocket. "Here, I thought you might. Now if I could..."
Peter handed his letter to Justin. "Ditto."
Peter read: "Dear NSYNC, I wish you wood reconsider your stand on letting me spend sometime with Peter. He has become a real roll model to me. I want to azure you that I will not make a move on him. I wish you would trust me. I'm sure Peter wood quiet enjoy the evening. Randy." He had signed his name with a flourish.
"I don't see any bad spelling. The words are used wrong but they're spelled right. But I agree with Lance." Peter waved the letter. "This is not charming."
"And if you notice it's a copy."
"You're right."
"He wrote it once then ran four copies." Justin unfolded Peter's letter.
"Dear Peter, I doubt if NSYNC will change their minds about me, but I wish you wood. You have been quiet the roll model to me."
Justin pointed at letter. "At least he's consistent." He went back to reading.
"I hope you wood let me show my appreciation to you. Shirley you're old enough to make your own choices. Trust me, I know you will enjoy yourself. Randy."
Justin looked up. "That's a love letter?"
"It is considering the source. These letters wouldn't change anybody's mind. Why write them?"
"To put us off the scent." Chris suggested. He leaned back the padded back of the corner booth where they sat. "He plays at negotiating with us then goes around us to get at Peter. He's right though Peter can make his own decisions. If Peter wanted to, we couldn't stop him."
Peter waved his hands. "Trust me that will never happen."
"Are you sure? He looks like one of those models in the underwear ads."
"Joey, good looks don't automatically do it for me. That's why I love Justin."
Laughter burst across the table.
Peter blushed. "Justin, I didn't mean it that way."
Justin smiled. "I know. You meant I have good looks plus."
"Shut up, Chris." They said together.
"Why? I don't even try for those jokes anymore."
Lance looked thoughtful. "Maybe he was looking for our room numbers."
"He works for the hotel. That should have been easier."
JC shook his head. "Sorry, Joey. But I don't think a waiter would have access to the guests' room numbers."
Peter paled. "Then he knows that Justin and I are in adjoining rooms."
"What does that prove?" Chris said. "We could have done that so the rest of us can go there and hang out without being cramped."
"Wait a minute." Peter looked puzzled. "JC and Lance share a room, yet Lance got a separate letter. How come nobody knows you bunk together?"
Lance smiled. "Lonnie takes my room. And if there is a problem we can just blame it on bad handwriting."
"I'd hate to be the fan who sneaks into that room expecting Lance."
Chris started laughing hard.
"Okay, what is it, Chris?" JC asked.
"We tell Randy we have changed our minds and send him that room number."
"That is too cruel, Chris."
"Morning, guys."
"Morning, Joey."
"Hi, Joey." Chris moved over. "Did you, ah, sleep well?"
"Not a wink. It was wonderful." Joey patted Chris's shoulder. "Sorry, Chris."
"Well, I slept well." A grin spread across Chris's face. "After I got back to my room that is."
"Looks like we all had a good night." JC glanced at Chris. "I don't remember seeing Cindy before."
"We met when we were working at Universal Studios. She moved shortly before we formed. It was nice seeing her again. It brought back memories."
"So you remembered what to do?" Joey teased.
"Nope. I tried out brand new moves. I was awesome last night."
"Ah, excuse me," Peter interrupted, "But do we have to hear about your perverse and unnatural sexual behavior? I'm trying to eat here."
"I just can't imagine Joey and Chris in bed with..." Lance shuttered, "women."
JC wrinkled his nose. "Yech! What do you do together?"
Peter pointed to his plate with his fork. "Do you mind? Or do you want a repeat of the tickling episode."
"Okay, change of subject."
"Show Joey the paper."
Lance slid the newspaper across the table. He pointed at a picture.
It was a picture was of the five of them grouped around Peter. Under the picture was a small item.
"A member of NSYNC's crew was treated to a hero's night on the town for saving a ardent fan from serious injury at last night's concert. According to sources Peter, the crewmember, saw the fan climbing to the stage. She tried to lift herself onto the stage but failed. In order to save her from falling Peter boosted her onto the stage. When questioned the girl said she was about to fall when she felt someone push her. Security was unhappy about having a fan on stage, but NYSNC was happy with the outcome despite a scratch JC received from the fan. She was lead away on her own two feet. Which wouldn't have been the case had Peter not intervened. Security will be tighten for tonight's concert."
Joey put down the paper. "Well, well. People will be looking up to you now, Peter."
Chris looked around. "That reminds me. Peter, where's your stalker?"
"Chris!" JC warned.
"He's not in yet."
"I thought he'd be camped out under the table."
Joey grinned. "He may be. I just hope he finds the right crotch."
Peter looked determined. "I'll just have to convince him that it's not going to happen."
"Do you want back up?" Justin said.
"No, I doubt he'd try anything in public."
"Shit!" Chris suddenly jumped up from the table. He looked underneath.
Joey burst into laughter.
"Damn you, Joey."
"How did that grab you?" Joey laughed flexing his hand.
"You scared the crap out of me."
"Now, behave you two." JC warned. "Beat each other up when you're back in your room, but not here."
Peter froze. "Looks like its show time."
They turned to see Randy making his way to the kitchen. The guys moved to let Peter out.
Justin put his hand on Peter's arm. "You sure you don't want me to come with."
"No. This is my problem." Peter smiled hoping it looked reassuring. "I'll be in my room when you're done with your souvenir shopping."
"Good luck!"
"Thanks, JC."
Peter headed off toward the kitchen.
"Look, Randy. I am flattered by your attention but it just won't happen. I'm not into casual sex."
"Who said anything about sex?"
"Randy, even I'm not that dumb. You're very good looking but I just can't."
Randy looked disappointed. "You have a boyfriend, don't you."
"Yes, back home," Peter added. "I'd never cheat on him. I love him very much."
"You don't have to tell him."
"I'm afraid I couldn't do that."
Randy nodded. "I'm sure Justin appreciates that."
Peter's heart started pounding. "What does Justin have to do with it?"
Randy grinned. "I'm not that stupid, either. You sneak off the bus after everyone has gone. Then you and Justin have adjoining rooms away from the other guys? You don't do that just to play a midnight game of pinochle." Randy stepped closer. "Or is it just Justin's turn at bat? Do they share you?"
"No, they do not. They're my friends, that's all there is to it. "
Randy raised his hands. "Okay. I'm sorry. I take it back." Randy paused. "All except Justin."
"Why is it so important to you that Justin and I are lovers?"
"Me? I don't care a bit."
"That's a lie." Peter said firmly.
Randy was startled but kept on going. "But others might."
"What others?"
"You know the type. People who love to gossip. Some lack the scruples enough to print the gossip for other people to read. Somehow these things get out." Randy watched for a reaction. Peter tried not to show it, but he paled a bit. Randy went for the kill. "You guys are awful chummy in that picture in the paper. Maybe there is another reason for it."
Peter tried to keep calm. "Resorting to threats now?"
"Threats? No way. I just want to add incentive to the deal."
"You can't be serious."
"Me, serious? You're the one being serious. Why this resistance? You find me attractive you said so yourself. We're gay men. This one dick - one man stuff is bullshit." Peter scowled. Randy changed tack. "Look, we're talking 30 minutes to a hour of your day. What's the big deal?" Randy stepped closer. "You'll enjoy yourself, believe me. You may even thank me. Some of the straight ones have." Randy was inches from Peter's face. "Its just sex."
Peter turned away.
"Okay, fine. Then look at it this way. By giving yourself over to me you can save your friends a drastic change to their public image. The decision is yours. Which is fitting since they're in this jam because of you."
"I can't believe you're doing this."
"And I can't believe your not. Give in to your desire." Randy eased off. "Well, I have to get back. I work until five. You have until then." Randy leaned close again. "I'm sure you will take the more enjoyable option. You won't regret it." He disappeared through the door.
Peter just stood there stunned. It was blackmail, pure and simple. But what was he to do? He had to protect Justin's image but sex with Randy was out of the question. Numbly Peter walked back to his room. He didn't see one of the kitchen staff watch him go.
"What did you say to him, Randy?"
"Its none of you business, Mike." But Randy couldn't resist the chance to boast. "But I am on the threshold of my greatest conquest. NSYNC's sex toy will be mine."
"He didn't look very happy. Did you threaten him?"
"What's a threat when I'm the other option? He's playing hard to get that's all. But he will be got. Unless he's stupid."
Randy walked off.
Well, Randy was about to get another notch on his belt. Randy had a way of getting what he wanted despite opposition. Mike knew all about that first hand.
Suddenly Randy's voice rang from Mike's memory. "You see, Mike? I knew you'd like it. All that resistance for nothing or is that how you like it, Mike? Someone in control telling you what to do? I can do that, Mike. Take it, Mike. I'm making you to take it."
Mike held onto the counter. The memory made his head ache. He felt dizzy and nauseous. His heart was pounding.
The kitchen manager spotted him. "Mike are you all right? You don't look so good."
"I feel sick."
"Then go home. We have enough to cover for you. Get some rest. Go to bed and take care of yourself."
Mike left the kitchen in a daze. He made his way down the hall to the employee's parking lot.
"Go to bed." That's where it had all started. Randy had wanted to go to bed. Randy had never wanted to before. And Mike loved him. It was his chance to be with Randy. "Take care of yourself." Mike had tried, but Randy insisted. He had pushed him. Mike loved Randy. Maybe this was the only way he could have Randy. But Randy had made him do it.
Mike's mind suddenly became clear. No, not again. He had to stop Randy. No one else would go through what Randy had put him through.
Mike turned back and hurried down the hall. He pushed open the door and went across the lobby to the front desk.
"Jan, I need your help. A guest's safety may be at stake."
John was chatting with the remaining crew after the mornings briefing. A security guard approached him.
"John, there's this young man asking for NSYNC. He says it's urgent."
"Very well. Bring him in."
The guard gestured and the young man strode quickly into the room. He was very agitated.
"Mr. Wright, sir. I have something very important to tell you."
"Please, calm down. It's all right. I'm listening, ah..."
"Mike. I have to warn you and NSYNC about this guy I know named Randy."
Peter lay on the couch. It was no good. He was too keyed up to rest. Maybe there was something on TV. No, he couldn't sit still. Peter found himself pacing about the room.
What could he do? Sex with Randy was out of the question but if he did go to the press. Randy had no proof. What did that matter? The stuff that people would print these days. Maybe he could talk Justin into joining in. Oh, shit. Peter's mind was spinning out of control. He sat down on the couch.
Peter jumped when he heard the knock on the door. He crossed to the door with his heart pounding. One look through the spy hole and Peter relaxed.
"Come on in, Joey."
Joey seemed just as nervous. "Is anybody here?"
"Nope, just me and you. They're not back yet."
"Good." Joey became serious. "Peter, I need you're help. I'd rather the guys didn't know."
"About what, Joey?"
Joey handed Peter an envelope. "This was in my mail this morning. Go ahead. Read it."
Peter read the card: "Enjoy yourself last night? I know I will never forget it. Because if I do I'll just throw in the videotape and watch it over and over again. An encore tonight will keep me from considering distribution rights. Be here tonight or NSYNC will be releasing another hit video."
"Shit, Joey. You, too?"
"You warned me. I didn't pay attention. I just can't believe Debbie would do something like this. It's a 180 degree turn around from last night."
"Joey, you're right, you didn't pay attention last night. This isn't Debbie's work."
"Then who is doing this?"
"Where did you and Debbie meet after the party?"
"Here at the hotel."
"Her room?"
"No, she said it was a girlfriends."
"Can you remember anything that stood out?"
"Yeah, in the bedroom was this big box up on the shelf overlooking the bed. It had an airline insignia on it."
"An airline insignia? Joey, come on, you've met an airline hostess."
Joey's face fell. "Karen." Joey looked at the floor. "I am such an idiot."
"Hey, it can't be that bad. The images recorded must have been awful."
Joey glared at Peter.
"I mean the quality. It's not like you did it with the lights on."
Joey looked down again.
"Joey?"
"We couldn't find the light switch and we were kind of in a hurry."
"Oh, Joey." Peter shook his head.
Joey's head popped up. "But you can help me, right? Karen won't be back yet. You can project into the room and all you have to do is open the door so I can go in and get the tape. A few seconds and it all will be over."
"Joey, it is a simple plan. Which means it will have to go wrong. What if you get caught in her room? Now you're looking at criminal charges along with the video release."
Joey looked depressed. "What can I do?"
Peter made up his mind. "We need help from the others."
"What?"
"There's too much at stake if things go wrong. As much as we hate to tell them, we need them. And I also mean John."
Joey looked puzzled. "We?"
"Randy has given me an ultimatum. I can have sex with him or he's going to the press with his suspicions of not only of Justin and me but that I am NSYNC's sex toy."
"Shit!"
"And it's getting deeper. Joey, we have no choice."
Joey looked up with an air determination. "Okay, let's rally the troops."
"It's simple. You're going to have to have sex with them."
"Chris!"
"I'm joking! I was just getting that option off the table."
"Damn, right."
"I think we should concentrate on Joey's problem first." Peter said. "Randy just has suspicions. Karen has the tape."
"Which she says she has," JC added. "Again there's no proof. But I agree with Peter. Joey's problem is more pressing."
Lance frowned. "I don't like the idea of breaking into her room."
"Look, Karen's flight back doesn't get in until later this afternoon. We have the time."
Lance was puzzled. "If she's been away since last night, how could she have put that letter in Joey's mailbox?"
Peter shrugged. "Simple, she did it last night before she left."
"Then there's no proof that the tape turned out?"
JC patted Lance's shoulder. "We'd better assume the worst."
Peter leaned forward. "I do have an idea how to get the tape back."
There was a knock on the door. Peter peered through the spy hole then let John in.
"I came as soon as I could."
"We have a bit of a predicament." Peter said as they sat down.
"Really?" John said glancing at Peter.
JC explained. "It seems Joey's little romantic tryst was caught on video tape."
John gaped. "Joey?"
"It was done without Joey's knowledge and it wasn't Debbie. Now her girlfriend is blackmailing Joey for an encore performance."
John shook his head. "It seems to be a popular practice at this hotel."
"I had at first thought that we could use Peter's powers to open the door then we could go in and get the tape." Joey looked embarrassed. "But that plan was scraped."
"I should hope so." John said. "We'll need to get a search warrant but that will take time."
Lance spoke up. "Peter, you said you had an idea."
"I'd need some help, but there is a way we could get that tape and no one will have to physically enter the room."
John leaned forward. "Sounds good to me. Shoot."
"The hard part will be getting the tape out of the camera. Which I am assuming it still is since Karen's isn't back yet to remove it. That's where Chris, Lance and JC come in. With the combined mental energy I think we can do it. Then it's just a matter of pushing the tape to the door. Then we turn the handle, someone opens the door and bingo. The tape's ours."
Lance shrugged. "Couldn't we just rewind the tape and record over it?"
"It would take too long and there's no telling if we record over everything before Karen gets back."
"Well, I'm not thrilled with the idea," John said. "But time isn't on our side. I can have two of our security guys close if something goes wrong and we need to bluff our way out."
"So when do we do this?" Joey was getting anxious.
Peter stood up. "No time like the present."
John stopped him. "Is that all you guys wanted me for?"
"No, I'm sorry, Joey's problem was more pressing."
"Peter, yours is just as serious." JC turned to John. "There is this guy who has set his sights on Peter. We've managed to keep him at bay but now he too is blackmailing Peter for sex."
Peter shifted nervously. "He caught me getting off the bus. He suspects the truth about Justin and me. But this morning he told me that he's willing to spread the rumor that I service all of NYSNC. All I have to do is have sex with him for his silence."
"All you have to do?" snapped Justin.
"That is of course out of the question." John said calmly."
Peter shrugged. "I guess we'll just have to call his bluff and brave the consequences." Peter looked at the floor. "I'm sorry I got you guys into this."
Justin moved to Peter. He took him firmly by his shoulders. "Don't you dare blame yourself for this. We have been fighting rumors since the beginning. This one just happens to include you."
Lance smiled. "Remember what you said to me after my dream? Don't let this one negative thing blind you to the other things you have done. We'll always be proud that you're a part us. Never doubt that."
"Ever!" added Chris.
"The guys are right." John said. "But let's not give in to Randy's bluff just yet."
Peter snapped around to John. "How did you know his name?"
"Don't worry, Peter." John smiled. "We have an ace up our sleeve."
Peter opened the door. Randy was in the room in an instant.
"I didn't think you'd agree so fast. I made excuses so I now have the time." Randy took Peter by the shoulders. Peter moved away.
"It's not what you think." Peter turned back. "I hoped I still could talk you out of this."
Randy just grinned. "Actions can speak louder than words and right now I want some action."
Randy took hold of Peter. Peter gave Randy a slight push. Randy caught himself.
Randy smiled. "Another guy who likes it rough. Good. That really turns me on."
"I have already dealt with a gay basher do you think you're any different?"
"Yes, because you want me."
"You've been dreaming, again."
"Well, let's talk about your nightmares then. If I leave here with blue balls you friends' faces will be splashed across every tabloid and newspaper."
"There is a thing call libel. Perhaps you have heard of it?"
"You? Sue me? Don't make me laugh." Randy moved closer to Peter.
"Randy, stop."
"No, you like it like this." Randy took a firm hold of Peter. He pushed him backward onto the couch. "You like a little show of force."
Peter struggled. "No, I don't. Let go of me, Randy. I'm warning you."
Randy leaned close. "Don't worry, Peter. You'll enjoy this."
"He told you to let him go."
Randy turned. Justin stood in the door between the rooms.
"Oh, look. Your lover has come to save you." Randy grinned. "Or maybe to join in the action."
"Let my friend go."
Randy released Peter. "I mean what I said. I'll let your little secret out for the whole world to see."
"You weren't afraid of Peter when he said libel. How about us?" Joey stepped from the bedroom.
"My, my they're coming out of the woodwork. I am still within my rights. Freedom of speech and all that."
"Of course, you are." JC entered next from the bedroom. "And so are our lawyers. Well, vampires really they have a thirst for blood."
"You don't scare me."
"You're very brave." Chris and Lance entered from Justin's room. "Or stupid."
"I am not stupid!" Randy shouted. "Sorry." He relaxed. "And this is between Peter and me. We're both consenting adults."
"Peter didn't look too consenting just then." Lance said.
"Looked like he was being forced." Joey moved forward.
"He likes it like that." Randy protested.
Justin stepped closer. "Are you one hundred percent sure of that?"
Randy backed down. There were more people than he had expected. "I didn't do nothing to him. It was just a little joke."
"A joke?" It was John. "He told you 'no' but you kept at it. That's a very serious joke."
"I'm sorry, I got a little over zealous. Peter, I apologize. I'll just let myself out."
John blocked Randy's way. "And your threat?"
"Another joke. I won't tell anyone. Promise. Besides there's no real proof."
Joey gazed levelly at Randy. "I don't trust him. Who's to stop him from running to the papers after we've gone?"
"I will."
Randy spun around. He mouth fell open. "Mike?"
Mike stepped forward with a determined stride. "Hello, Randy."
"Mike, they said you went home. What are you doing here?"
"I'm stopping you. They know all about your plan. Its over."
"Goddamn you, Mike. I'll never forgive you for this."
A sneer crossed Mike's face. "That makes us even. I will not stand by and see you use Peter like you used me."
"Used you?" Randy looked confused.
"Don't you remember? I was so in love with you but you were always cold to me until that night when I was the only game going. For the first time I had you with me. We were having sex. Well, I was going down on you. But I didn't mind. It was for the man I loved. But you wanted more." Mike's voice rattled with anger. "I told you I didn't want to go further but you never take 'no' for an answer. Do you? I struggled but that just turned you on more. And then you..." Tears ran from Mike's eyes. "I can't describe the pain."
"I never knew I was hurting you."
"What part of 'Stop it, Randy. It hurts too much.' didn't you understand?"
"I thought it was part of the game."
"A game?" Mike spat. "You forced yourself on me."
Everyone watched as Mike and Randy circled each other.
"But I thought you enjoyed it."
Mike snapped back. "Enjoyed it? Did I enjoy going to the emergency room with a bleeding rectum? You should try that. It does wonders for your self-esteem. I felt so humiliated."
"I didn't know."
"Bullshit! Your last words before you left were 'I guess you really were a virgin'."
Randy was totally bewildered at what was going on. He'd never had anyone complain let alone be angry with him.
Mike let his pent up anger out. "You used me! But then you twisted it around until I believed I had wanted it rough. Then you kept coming back. I still loved you so I let you. You did use more care and at least I had a little time with you. But I could never forget the pain of that first time. You never seemed sorry for that. In fact all I got from you was that I wanted it that way. That I'd asked for it. You even joked about it! No more, Randy." Mike held out an official looking document. "This holds the details of that night along with the medical records. You try to force yourself on anyone again and I'll charge you with sexual assault."
Randy gaped in disbelief. He seemed to shrink into himself.
"You're going to have me arrested?" Randy had fear in his voice. Mike had never seen Randy like this. He was actually terrified. Had Mike gone too far?
"Why are you doing this? I thought we were so good together."
Mike just stood there.
Randy hung his head. "I don't blame you. In jail they'll do to me what I guess I did to you. It's a just revenge, Mike."
Mike didn't say anything.
"You say you love me. If you do don't..." Mike glared at Randy. Randy stopped. "Sorry." Randy didn't even look up. "I'll let you fuck me, Mike. As often as you'd like." Randy was clutching for straws.
Mike couldn't believe he'd see Randy is such a pitiful state. All the bluff and bravado was gone. Randy was used to being in control now the worm had turned. Mike was in control. No, this had gone far enough. He rolled up the paper. "No, Randy. I'm not having you arrested."
Randy was visibly relieved.
"But if you hadn't been stopped, Peter might have."
Randy looked puzzled at Peter. Slowly the implications sunk into his mind. Randy nodded.
Mike held up the rolled up paper. "This will be a reminder, Randy, 'No' means 'no'."
"But," Randy turned to Peter; "you really didn't want to have sex with me?"
"No, Randy."
Randy looked crushed.
"Maybe under different circumstances." Peter didn't know why he said that.
Randy smiled for a moment then he frowned, again. "Peter, I am sorry. You were my chance. If I couldn't have NSYNC at least I could have someone close to them. Or maybe someone who was even having sex with one or more of them." Randy looked up hopefully at Peter.
"Randy." Mike waved the paper.
Randy frowned. "Sorry. I know you're just friends. I am sorry I put you through this."
Peter took a step toward Randy. "I'd like to say I forgive you but I can't. You were only thinking of yourself. But," Randy looked up at Peter. "If you ever get Mike to forgive you, you can consider the matter closed."
Randy turned to Mike. "I'm really sorry, Mike. I swear I didn't know. Can we still be friends?"
"We'll talk. We'll see."
Randy nodded.
Mike nodded to the door. "I think its time to go."
Randy headed to the door. He stopped. "I am sorry everyone." He opened the door.
"Oh, and Randy?"
Randy turned back to Mike.
"I'll talk to TJ. I'm sure he will call off the bet. And I won't tell him about this. This is our little secret."
"Thanks, Mike." Randy smiled faintly.
"Also I might just take you up on your offer about being the bottom for change."
Randy's eyes went wide then he lowered his head and went through the door.
"Fuck."
The door closed.
There was a mutual sigh of relief across the room.
Justin gave Peter a squeeze. "Well, you honor is still intact, again."
Mike was still staring at the door. "I did it. I stood up to him. I broke his control over me."
JC patted him on the back. "Thanks, Mike. You really saved the day."
"Would you really have had him arrested?" asked Chris.
"No." Mike waved the paper. "I used some stationary from the security office. It seems cruel, but it was the only way to get through to him about what he was doing. I know its stupid, but I still do love him."
Peter put his hand on Mike's shoulder. "I know this doesn't excuse his actions, but Randy was telling the truth. He really didn't know how much pain you were in that first time."
Mike looked puzzled. "How could he not..."
"He was so turned on to the moment. He though you were responding, too."
"But if he just looked at me he would have..." Mike stopped. "What am I thinking? Everything has to do with him."
"Maybe not so much anymore."
"Every time he came back to me I hoped this would be it. He'd finally stay." Mike sighed. "But that's not like Randy. He lives for the chase. It's just that I am getting so tired of him coming to me when he strikes out. It was three times this week alone."
Joey snorted. "Three times in one week? I thought Randy always got his man."
"I guess people are just getting tired of him."
Lance shrugged. "Or maybe Randy is getting tired of the chase."
"Well, if he is he sure hasn't shown or mentioned it."
Chris sneered, "Like he'd admit it? Guys like that can't even say that they care about someone. They use little code phrases like 'we're so good together'.
Mike's head snapped up. He looked towards the door.
"Say, Mike," John said. "Since you really helped us out I'd like to reward you. I don't know if you'll feel up to this, but how would you like to go a concert tonight? Our treat."
"What? Oh, sure." Mike was still staring.
"How many tickets?"
"Ah, three, please." Mike finally focused back on the room. The truth finally hit him. "Oh, my god." He glanced from person to person. "I'm in a room with NYSNC."
"Just relax, Mike." JC smiled. "You did fine before don't lose it now."
"I wish I had something for you to sign."
"Don't worry, we'll hook you up with something." John patted Mike's shoulder.
Mike started for the door. "I got to tell them we got tickets. They just freak." He turned back. "Thank you so much. This will be killer."
"Check at the will-call window."
Mike opened the door. "Thanks again." The door shut.
Joey nodded to the door. "He's not going to take who I think he is going to take, is he?"
Peter shrugged. "Why not?"
"After what we just went through?"
"Don't worry, Joey. It may look like we're rewarding Randy. But after the concert I think Mike will get his reward."
Joey snorted. "I seriously doubt that."
Peter smiled. "It may take him a while to realize that Mike won't hurt him. But it will be a good learning experience for him."
Justin smiled at Peter. "I hope he does give in. His ego will not be the same after it. Look what it did for me."
"Justin, you were never that bad." Chris replied.
Justin raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, not consistently that bad."
Justin saw Peter deep in thought. He put his arm around him. "So do they ever get together?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Chris said. "I didn't mention that 'we're so good together' for nothing."
"I guess Mike does like it rough."
"It's not like that, Joey. They'll be lovers for awhile, but I see a deeper friendship after this."
"You're kidding me."
"They have had sex after that first time. Besides Lance was right."
"I was?"
"Yep, Randy is getting tired of the chase. Soon he will discover that it was his good looks and not his 'charm' that did it. Having Mike there will help soften the sting a bit."
"Okay, enough crying over Randy." Joey said with displeasure in his voice. "Can we get back to my predicament now?"
JC slapped Joey on the back. "Sorry, Joey. Of course, let's see if we can work our magic with you."
Four of them sat on the couch while Joey paced. Peter was off projecting checking out Karen's room.
"Relax, Joey. It should be easy enough."
"Thanks, Chris. You may have just jinxed it."
"Calm down. We'll get that tape."
"Peter warned me. I was so stupid."
"There was no way for you to know."
Joey sighed. "You're right, JC. I just feel like a fool."
"What's new about that?"
Joey was about to snap at Chris until he saw Chris grinning up at him. He was only trying to cheer Joey up.
"With a friend like you how else can I feel?"
They smiled but the their heart just wasn't in it.
Peter emerged from the bedroom.
"Well?"
"It should be fairly easy, but now there's a slight snag."
"A snag?" Joey looked worried.
"Karen's back."
"What? Already?"
"How are we going to get the tape past her without her seeing it?"
"Simple. Joey will be keeping her busy."
"Peter, are you out of your mind? I am not having sex with that woman!"
"You don't have to have sex. Just talk with her. Negotiate with her, anything. If worst comes to worst you can grab the tape and run."
"I wish it didn't have to come down to this."
"Well you could have to get it up for her."
"Don't take this the wrong way but shut up, Chris!" Joey snapped.
JC shook his head. "Chris, I wish you would learn some restraint."
"Sorry, JC, it just pops out."
"One more ill timed joke and there will be bits of you popping out all over."
Peter turned to Joey. "Give us a few minutes to get in place. Then knock on the door."
"What should I say?"
"She wants you there, remember? So it's a little early. Say you couldn't wait."
"What?"
"It will throw her off balance and that's where we want her."
Joey muttered fiercely. Justin patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Joey. This will work."
The rest went off to their rooms. They'd meet again in Karen's room.
The four of them floated into the bedroom. After quick look around they went to the bookcase across from the bed.
There in the middle was a mirrored box with an airline insignia on it.
"I think we've found our camera."
"A two way mirror, no doubt." Chris went through the box. He appeared again. "We're in trouble. There's no tape in the camera."
Peter leaned forward. The side of the box vanished as he passed through it. He pulled back.
"There are wires leading from the back of the camera downward." Peter looked down and saw that a shelf of the bookcase folded down into a desk. It was in its upright position.
"We need to lower that. Quietly."
They concentrated. The shelf moved forward and swung downward. The hinges stopped it when it was horizontal. Behind it was a VCR.
"Lance, keep watch."
Lance floated to the door.
"Why use a VCR?"
"Cam recorders don't have the recording time. She had to set this and leave it running."
Chris concentrated on a button. Nothing happened. Chris floated close.
"Another dead end. There's no tape here either."
"Guys! She's coming."
Together their efforts got the shelf back up just as Karen entered the room. She crossed to the bathroom. Stopping for a moment she stared in the direction of the bookcase. She shook her head as if she was seeing things. The bathroom door closed after her.
"There's only one more place to look."
As JC, Chris and Peter headed for the other room, Lance decided to take a peek into the closet. What he saw amazed him.
"There it is."
The VCR was under the TV. Chris channeled his thoughts on the 'eject' button and a tape popped up into the VCR's slot. Peter went behind the VCR, concentrated and the tape fell to the floor. They gathered around it.
In neat hand printed letters on the label were the words 'Joey Fatone'.
"This is it! We got it."
"Thank goodness she's organized."
"JC, we've only found it. We need to get it out of the room."
JC looked around. "Where to hide it?"
"Where Joey might find it. The couch."
Try as they might the tape didn't slide well on carpet. It was only half way across the room when they heard the toilet flush.
"Come on, guys. Hurry!"
Lance entered the room glowing red. "She's coming."
The tape seemed to refuse to budge. Then Peter remembered.
"Move, damn it. Move!"
The tape shot across the floor and under the couch. There was a plastic thud as it hit the back wall.
"Hello?" Karen stepped into the room. Nothing. She went toward the VCR and bent over it.
A knock came on the door. She straightened up.
"Good timing, Joey."
Karen opened the door. "Joey? I didn't expect you."
"Oh, then this didn't come from you?" Joey entered waved the note.
"You figured it out then."
"Debbie would just need to ask. Who else could it be?"
"Touche'. Please, sit down."
When they were seated on the couch Karen continued. "I hope this isn't some weak attempt to talk me out of this because it won't work."
"I suppose other's have tried?"
"Is that what you think? I've never done this before, I promise. It's just that I liked you. But I had to work last night. I didn't want to miss my chance."
"So you set up a video recorder so you could blackmail me?"
"That's not mine. It belongs to my roommate. Her boyfriend likes to watch the two of them at it. I just seized the opportunity."
"A roommate at a hotel?"
"The airline has permanent rooms for the flight staff in different cities. We're rarely here together."
"I see, I..."
Karen grabbed Joey and pulled him to her. She lay down on the couch with Joey on top of her.
"Enough of talk." She pulled Joey to her lips.
Joey tried to pull back but she held him tight. His eyes detected some movement. He looked past Karen.
A videotape stuck out from under the couch. Joey read the label. He started to reach of it.
Karen pushed Joey back.
"There, that was nice wasn't it? Please, Joey, I'm not unattractive. Make love to me." She pulled Joey back.
Joey made another reach for the tape. They were interrupted by a knock on the door. The tape slid back under the couch.
Karen put her finger to Joey's lips. "Sh, they'll go away."
But what Joey needed now was to create more confusion so he could grab the tape.
"Come in!"
Karen looked shocked at Joey. As the door opened Karen looked passed Joey. A grin spread across Karen's face.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Karen. I'll come back."
Karen released Joey. He swung around to face the new person. It was Debbie.
Joey's curse was now complete. Everything that could have gone wrong did.
"Joey, what are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Karen bragged. "He's changed his mind. He now wants me."
"No, I don't." Joey managed to break free from Karen's grip. Joey stood in front of Debbie.
"This isn't want it looks like."
Debbie glared at Joey. "Really? It looked like you two were going at it. Am I wrong?"
"Not about that. About why I'm here."
Karen shifted nervously. "Joey, don't you dare."
With everything already lost to him, Joey went for broke. He fished in his pocket and handed a note to Debbie.
"This is why I'm here."
"Joey!" Karen hissed.
Debbie read the note with a shocked expression. "I don't believe it."
Karen made a last ditch effort. "It's a lie. It's a set up."
Debbie waved the note. "This is your handwriting, Karen. Is it true? Did you video tape us last night?"
"No. I was away."
"That's why you hid the light switch so we'd have to do it with the lights on." Debbie stepped toward the bedroom. Karen rose and blocked her way.
"Let me by." Debbie was defiant.
'No. This is my room. I don't won't you in there."
"Karen, I am warning you."
"You were in there last night. There is nothing to see."
There came a loud crash from the bedroom. Karen dropped the defensive posture and rushed into the bedroom. Joey and Debbie followed.
There were fragments of the mirrored box scattered across the floor. The camera lay among the broken glass.
"How did that happen?" Karen asked.
"Looks like it was pushed off the shelf." Joey glanced around the room grinning. Way to go guys!
"That's impossible." Karen gaped at the mess.
Joey got an idea. "Maybe you have ghosts."
"Joey, please." Debbie turned back to Karen. "So it is true. Karen, I want that videotape."
"No!" Karen backpedaled. "I mean it didn't turn out. It was a bad tape."
"Karen, I'm not that gullible." Debbie held out her hand. "Give me that tape."
Karen hesitated.
Debbie played her trump card. "You wouldn't want the hotel management to know what is going on in here."
Karen gave in. She turned and walked to the bookcase. Opening a drawer she pulled out a videotape. "Here."
Joey bit his tongue. What was Karen playing at?
"Thank you. Are there others I should worry about?"
"No." Karen hung her head. "This was the first time. I just wanted to see Joey."
"Okay, I'm going to believe you, Karen. It looks like you're out of business anyway. Just don't do it again."
Karen nodded. "I promise."
There was a click behind Karen. The closet door slowly swung open. Both Joey and Debbie gaped at what they saw. Lance had had the same reaction. At the back of the closet was a storage rack crammed with hand labeled videotapes.
Karen saw Debbie and Joey's reaction. She turned around. "How did the closet door get open?"
"You liar!" Debbie almost leapt at Karen. "There must be at least 20 tapes in there. How long have you been doing this?"
"Those must be her roommate's" Joey said.
"Karen doesn't have a roommate."
Karen turned back. The innocent act was over. "So I've been taping my romantic encounters for a while. What's the big deal?"
"Did you ask for permission?"
Karen didn't say anything.
"It's illegal!" Debbie snapped.
"They're for my private use only."
"Until last night."
"I wanted Joey but he liked you. So I thought of a way to get my turn with him."
Debbie stepped toward the closet. Karen stopped her.
Debbie pointed to the mass of tapes. "How many of your girlfriends are on those tapes?"
"None."
Debbie's eyes narrowed. "I don't believe you." She took a step closer. Karen again blocked her.
"Some. Not every guy I liked wanted to sleep with me. I had to do something."
Joey joined the fight. "So you opened your room up for your girlfriends and you recorded the action."
"Only I watch them. I've never shown them to anyone else."
"Joey, let's get out of here." Debbie shook the tape at Karen. "I may never forgive you for this."
Karen followed them to the other room. "Debbie, please. Leave me the tape of Joey. It's the only one I want."
"Forget it, Karen."
As Karen and Debbie argued Joey went to the couch. He slid the tape into the back of his pants then covered it with his shirt.
Debbie gave Karen one last glare. "We're out of here, Karen. I haven't decided whether to tell the rest of your girlfriends or not. But I'd destroy those tapes if I was you."
Joey held the door for Debbie. Joey looked over his shoulder. "Can't say it's been pleasant but it has been interesting." He pulled up his shirt so Karen could see the videotape. "Thank you, Karen." Joey paused. "Oh, and watch out for those ghosts." He closed the door.
Karen rushed to the VCR. The tape was gone. She slammed her fist down.
"Fuck!"
How the hell did Joey get that tape? He was never near the VCR. Damn, because she had wanted Joey she had lost the tape. Well, she still had the other tapes.
She walked into the bedroom. Carefully she picked up the pieces of the mirror box. How had it fallen from the shelf? Joey said it had been pushed. Probably, but by what? Karen threw the shards away.
And that damn closet door, if it hadn't come open she might have gotten away with it. She slammed the door.
Karen picked up the fallen camera, lowered the shelf and set the camera inside. She closed the shelf.
"I can fix this. Then I'll be back in business. Even if it is just on my own."
She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. Karen turned to see the closet door swinging open again.
"This damn thing."
She fiddled with the latch. There was nothing wrong with it. She started to close the door when she heard a soft thud. Pulling the door open she looked inside. A tape had fallen from the storage rack. Karen propped her foot against the door to keep it from closing even though keeping it closed wasn't the problem. She put the tape back in its slot. As she closed the door there was another thud. Another tape had fallen.
"The building must be settling." The fact being that she was the one becoming unsettled.
Karen picked up the other tape and was about to put it back when she noticed that the whole rack as shaking. She found herself following its example.
"This is crazy. There is no such things as ghosts."
Tapes started to fall from the rack, one, then two then four.
Karen slammed the door. She leaned against the door.
"This isn't happening."
Tapes began to thud against the closet door.
"Stop it. Stop it!"
There was another thud this time from the room. Karen looked up. The shelf had fallen open. The camera was upright and pointing straight at her. The noise from the closet stopped. She started to move across the room. The camera panned following her.
Karen looked about the room. "If this is a joke it's not funny."
The closet door opened again. The tapes tumbled over each other spilling out into the room.
"Okay, I promise, no more videotaping." She yelled to the room.
The tapes stopped moving but the camera still aimed at her.
"I swear to God!"
The camera wobbled then fell to its side.
Karen approached the camera suspiciously. She nudged it. It lay still. With one final burst of resolve she grabbed the camera, threw it into the back of the closet, then she kicked the tapes back into the closet and shut the door. Karen moved a chair over and propped it against the door.
"There. I need a drink."
She hurried from the room.
"I doubt if she'll be videotaping anything for a while."
John patted Chris and Peter on the back. "You guys did it and more besides. I'm sure Joey and her other victims will appreciate it. By the way where is he?"
"Probably giving Debbie a sloppy goodbye kiss."
Lance was looking a little sad. "I don't know, I think we were kind of mean."
JC put his hand on Lance's shoulder. "Taping people without their knowledge is against the law remember? But I have a feeling she won't stop for long."
"I guess you're right."
Joey entered the room. He didn't look very happy.
"Well," John said. "You should be relieved that Peter's little plan worked."
"Yeah, thanks guys."
"Joey, cut down the enthusiasm." Chris said. "You overwhelming us."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I really do appreciate it." He threw the tape on the table. "It's just not what I had hoped for. Karen was right. It was a bad tape. I went down to the bus to watch it. Nothing but blue and red haze you can barely make out the people."
Chris clapped Joey on the back. "Your performances will only be repeated in memory, stud. But you have proved one thing."
"What?"
"Astral energy is like electrical or magnetic energy when it comes in contact with videotape."
Joey's eyes went wide. "You erased my tape!"
"Hey, it wasn't 'your tape'. And you seemed very intent on getting it back. I didn't know it was just to watch it. Besides these thing happen."
Peter started laughing. "That means all the other tapes are messed up as well."
Joey finally smiled. "Yeah. Won't Karen be pissed."
John stood up. "Come one, guys. Time to get some rest before the concert."
"And don't I need it." Joey slumped off to his room.
Chris came to attention. He saluted. "Proud to have served under you, sir!"
JC smiled. "Isn't that Justin's job?"
"JC," Chris looked displeased, "Show some respect."
Lance laughed and pulled JC with him out the door.
"You did well today, Peter."
Peter turned to John. "Thanks."
"It could have been easy for you and the guys to try to get the tape back by yourselves."
"There were too many serious implications for that. I couldn't allow the risk to the guys."
John put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "That's what I wanted to hear. I knew I was right in hiring you. See you at the concert."
John left.
"How are you, Peter?"
"Okay, Chris. I'm just glad its over."
Chris knew Peter's dilemma. "But?"
"When I first learned to project I never thought I would be using my gifts to get back a sex videotape or frighten a woman. Did we do right? I feel like a abused my abilities."
Chris put his arm around Peter. "If we really saw that she was seriously frightened we would have stopped."
"I guess so. I had my doubts, that's all."
"Peter, as long as you question what you do with them I doubt if you will ever abuse your gifts. Of course, doubting before you did something would have been better."
"Thanks, Chris."
"Get some rest."
Peter was left alone.
JC and Lance stripped down to their shorts and slipped under the covers.
"I've been looking forward to this." JC sighed. "I can use a little rest after this hectic morning."
Lance murmured something in agreement.
"Well, if we can get through that we can get through anything."
Again Lance just mumbled.
JC lay back and waited for it. He only had to wait a few moments.
"JC?"
"No, Lance, we're not going to videotape ourselves."
"But, JC."
"Why would you even want to? Playback to improve your game?"
'No." Lance looked embarrassed. "It's just that there is so much during sex that I can't see."
"You can see me."
"I know, well sometimes. But I mean everything is in close-up. Sometimes I wonder what the over all picture is."
"Lance, you probably wouldn't like it. All that twisting and turning. You're hard on yourself as it is."
"I can feel you in me but I can never really see it."
"Lance, you can't get that from a camera on a tripod."
"Well..."
"Ask Peter and Justin to tape us? Lance, that's too kinky."
"So you don't like kinky? They've seen us have sex before and now that Peter will be staying at our house he gave us carte blanche for sex.
"Lance, that included watching not directing."
"And we could do the same thing for them."
"Lance."
"If this was a different world we could have sold copies for charity. Think of all the money we could raise. Our gay fans would cum in their pants at the thought of seeing us doing it."
"Leave it, Lance. Please."
Lance blushed. "I'm sorry, JC. I got carried away again." Lance nestled close. "It was just the thought of me getting to see all of your handsome body and some of my more favorite parts in action for once."
"Okay, Lance, I see your point, but let's just drop it."
"Okay."
JC's mind took up the video idea. The thought of being able to see all of Lance's beautiful body and especially that perfect butt of his was a plus for JC. He filed the thought away for later. It could wait until they finally returned to their home.
Peter dozed fitfully. Justin had joined him in his room. Justin had begun to want to rest with Peter near. Peter didn't mind. But now, images of Randy haunted him. His mind played out what could have happened. Randy pressing against him. His voice was at Peter's ear. "You'll enjoy this."
"No, he won't!"
Suddenly there was a flash and Randy vanished. Peter suddenly became aware of the most wonderful sensation flowing through his body. As the fog of his dream cleared Peter recognized the feeling. A warm wet mouth was sucking his cock.
Randy? Peter jolted up in bed. His attention locked on the person at his waist.
Justin's warm blue eyes gazed up at him. That was a relief!
"Oh, good its you."
Justin pulled back. "You were expecting someone else? Don't answer that. You were dreaming?"
"Yeah, but never mind that. This is so much better."
Justin moved up until Peter and he could kiss.
Justin grinned. "All today you saw people forcing sex on others. I wanted to remind you of how sex was meant to be."
Justin slid from Peter's lips. He kissed his way down Peter's neck, his nipples, his abdomen, and a swirl of the tongue at the navel then back to the cock. He sucked each of Peter's balls into his mouth one by one. His tongue playfully kneading and pressing against them. Then a lick up the underside of the shaft. At the top Justin gazed up at Peter.
Peter was shaking was anticipation. Justin was tempted to tease, but not now. He slid Peter's cock into his mouth. Peter inhaled sharply.
Justin prodded his tongue against the sensitive flesh in a snake like motion. Peter's head pressed back into the pillows.
"Oh, Justin."
One hand found it's way to Justin's head. It gently lay on it following Justin's downward and upward motions. His lips tightening around Peter's shaft. Justin looked up. Peter's eyes were closed and his mouth opened. He plunged back with more fervor. The taste of Peter's cock enthralled Justin. The feel of the soft head slipping into his throat thrilled him. There was the time when Peter had sucked him off for Justin's sake. Now he was returning the favor.
Peter was moaning now. Justin's efforts were driving him to the peak of pleasure. Peter managed to open his eyes. Justin looked up at him his mouth full of Peter's cock. He seemed to smile even so. Damn, Justin was hot!
"Do it, Justin. Suck me off."
Justin pulled back to catch his breath. He jacked Peter's cock. "You like me sucking your cock?"
"Yes and you look so hot doing it."
Justin grinned. "You like Justin Timberlake, the cocksucker?"
"No, I love Justin. Who just happens to be a fucking great cocksucker!"
Justin moved up to Peter's lips. They kissed, tongues wrestling together. He pulled back. "And I thank you for that!"
Justin plunged back faster than ever. His hand jerked Peter's cock as Justin's lips slid up and down it.
Peter thrashed about on the bed. This only encouraged Justin. Peter's hips joined in the rhythm. Justin loosened his throat to keep from gagging as Peter face fucked him.
Justin was going like mad. The slurping and gulping grew to a crescendo. Peter recognized the sudden stuttering of the rhythm. Justin was cumming. It seemed only a moment pause before Justin continued in earnest.
Peter could hold out no longer. Justin's tongue and lips were too much to resist. Justin plunged down one last time and Peter's cock shot off. His hips pushed his cock deep into Justin's mouth. Justin welcomed it. Justin managed to swallow the flood of cum as it was pumped from Peter's cock. Slowly the throbbing stopped. Peter lay back exhausted but happy.
Justin went up and they kissed.
"Justin, you have restored my faith in humanity."
"Really?"
"No, but you have made me feel better." Peter pulled Justin to him.
"I'm glad." Justin lay on Peter's chest. "You did well today. Joey looked so relieved."
"We all did." Peter stopped. "Oh, sorry."
"Don't be. We all have our own special talents. I've given up being jealous of your gifts."
"Maybe I shouldn't have stopped trying. I'm sure you can learn how to project someday."
"Perhaps." Justin paused. "Peter, I can imagine what you thought about when Randy threatened you."
"Justin, you couldn't. My mind was so fucked up. I even thought about convincing you to join me. At least it wouldn't be cheating."
"Peter, I mean I know what you thought. If only I had fallen in love with a female this wouldn't have happened."
Peter said nothing.
Justin looked up at Peter. "I would face a million Randys and not want to change a thing."
Peter looked down into Justin blue eyes.
"In hetero sex the girls do all the receiving. Like you say it's always their hospitality. With men, or at least us, we both do the receiving. It is more equal. We share each other. I like that more than anything I have ever felt. Peter, don't ever think that I regret this for a minute. I love you. And I love what your love has done for me."
Peter's eyes sparkled as he looked into Justin's. Their lips met in a long passionate kiss. When they parted Peter didn't say a word. He just coaxed Justin's head down on his chest. Peter started running his fingers gently through Justin's hair until Justin and then he fell asleep.
End part 26.
Okay, the blackmail plots were a little weird but what can I say that's how my mind works. I wanted to do a plot with Joey since Joey and Chris are kind of on the sidelines. But that put Lance and JC on the sidelines. Well they all can't be in the spotlight at once.
If you Lance & JC fans feel cheated. Read the first part again down to 'the right answer'. That would have been a good ending for the last part. I was a pity I didn't think of it until I wrote this part. I hope you don't mind the flashbacks. I started the story with the relationship in place but I always like to see it develop. All those firsts are so exciting, so I am going back to find out what I missed. Some people have asked to know of Lance and JC's beginnings as their love started and they grew together. So sometime JC's first time as bottom will be dealt with.
Sorry for all those lovers who had to defend themselves over the finger up the butt cutting a blow job short. I guess you'll go through the same thing with the jack off issue. I am such a bastard. But hey, this is fiction, okay? Any similarities of actions taking place in the story done by people living or death is purely a coincidence.
As always I'd love to hear what you thought. E-mail is pete1211@aol.com.
On to part 27.