Here we go on Part 38.
Another long one (I don't mean that you size queens!) so straight (I beg your pardon) to the story. Oops, first the CYB stuff. (Cover your butt.)
This story is pure BS dredged up from the author's sick imagination. The author has no knowledge of NYSNC's real life (or anything in real life for that matter) or NSYNC's sexual orientation (just the author's own perverted orientation) and does NOT mean to detail NSYNC's real life here. He perversely twists this wholesome group into couples doing the man-to-man mambo. To compound that crime he describes in graphic detail the gay sexual gymnastics. So if you are offended by reading about sex and (shutter with horror) Gay sex at that and, worst of all, NSYNC having Gay Sex STOP READING NOW!
So if you lack any sort of morality and good taste you may go ahead reading this drivel. Can't say I didn't warn you. I don't know why anyone would write this let alone read this trash.
Because it is damn fun to write and I hope it's just as fun and hot to read. Nah! The Author.
Lance came into the dark room. JC was lying on the couch bathed in the blue light from the TV.
"Peter is out of the house and you want to watch TV?"
"There will be plenty of time after." JC didn't take his eyes off the TV. "Unless you're going to dance for me."
"I'm still working on that." Lance leaned on the back of the couch.
JC looked up. "Just ad-lib. You're body turns me on enough just moving it will turn me on more."
"I want it to be special. You danced so hot for me."
JC dropped it. "I guess I can wait."
"How about the other part?"
JC was engrossed with the TV. "What other part?"
"How soon they forget. Well, forget it. I'll be in bed whenever you get through."
"Suit yourself."
Lance smiled. "I did."
JC wasn't listening.
Lance crossed in front of the couch. "Where is that catalogue? I might as well do some wedding work."
"Lance, you're blocking the TV."
"Well, excuse the fuck out of me."
"Lance! I. . . Are those your leather pants?"
"There's the catalogue." Lance bent over.
The leather parted revealing Lance's ass in all of its glory. JC saw Lance's ass cheeks squeeze out through the gap. "Holy fuck, Lance."
"And you worry about my language? I'm going to bed." Lance wiggled his butt.
JC found himself leaning forward following Lance.
Lance heard a thud as JC fell off the couch. Out of the corner of his eye he saw JC stand up. At least he didn't hurt himself.
"Don't forget to turn off the TV."
JC fumbled with the remote. The volume swelled. "Damn." The channels changed. "Shit." JC was all thumbs. "Forget it." JC threw the remote. The TV flicked off. JC adjusted himself and followed Lance.
Lance was almost giggling as he lured JC into the bedroom.
JC stepped through the doorway. Lance stood there bent over slightly. He was only wearing the pants. Lance looked over his shoulder.
"Okay, JC. Which first, ass licker," Lance stood up and turned. "Or cocksucker?" Like JC, Lance had cut the fly out of the pants. Lance's cock stood out hard and proud.
JC licked his lips. "That's a difficult decision. Tell you what, Lance. Spin around. Then whatever is facing me when you stop will decide if I give head or lick tail."
"Okay." Lance moved like he was going to spin then just set his foot down and put his hands out like he had stopped. He never moved. "There."
"You didn't spin around."
"Sure I did. Do you want to see it again?" Lance repeated the move still not spinning. "Am I too fast for you?"
JC smiled. "Not at everything." JC moved close to Lance. "Didn't want to get dizzy?"
"No," Lance wrapped his arms around JC. "You know what happens when you start from behind."
"Yep, soon it will be legs up time. But I love it when you beg me to do you."
Lance gave JC a peck on the lips. "But you'll miss out on one of your favorite things and I want the full treatment." Lance stepped back. "JC," Lance's voice was firm. He pointed to the floor. "On your knees."
JC was a bit worried but Lance's expression softened. He grinned at JC. JC started to pull off his shirt.
"Now, JC."
JC checked Lance's expression again. Lance winked at him.
"Yes, sir." JC fell to his knees. He leaned toward Lance.
Lance swiveled his hips. His cock bobbed away from JC.
Lance took hold of his shaft. "Do you want this?"
JC nodded.
Lance`s voice dropped lower. "Do you?"
"Yes," JC looked up at Lance. JC could see the playful glint in Lance's eye. JC joined the game. "I want you cock, Master."
Lance fought the urge to giggle. "Lance will do." He paused. "Or sir."
JC tried not to smile. "Let me suck your cock, sir."
"In a moment." Lance ran his hands down the legs of his leather pants. "Do I look hot in these pants?"
JC didn't hesitate. "Oh, yes!"
Lance scowled.
"Sir."
"Then touch them. Lick them."
JC's hands started at Lance's waist then slid down the outside of each leg. As he reached Lance's feet, he leaned forward his tongue out stretched.
"JC," came a whisper.
JC looked up.
"You can about forget the licking." Lance made a face. Wearing leather was one thing tasting it was another.
JC beamed back up at Lance. "Humble slave will adapt Master's idea." JC leaned down.
"JC, you don't have to call me Mast. . . Oh, JC that tickles."
JC continued licking the top Lance's foot. He pressed his tongue between Lance's toes. A bit deeper and he got a taste of carpet but JC didn't mind. He licked the top again then moved to the other foot.
Lance was trying to keep in the mood and not giggle. JC's licking was so sensuously tickling. Lance felt JC raise the front of his foot slightly. Lance almost gasped as JC's warm soft lips closed around his toes.
JC sucked on the toes playfully. He could feel Lance squirm at his effort. JC copied his actions on the other foot. After a few more minutes JC sat back. He gazed up at Lance.
"Does Sir like that?"
"Yes," Lance squeaked. "Yes," Lance said in a lower voice. "Come here." Lance mentally kicked himself. He waited for JC's joke. But JC didn't say a word. He placed his hands on the insides of Lance's legs and ran them up to the inseam. At the crotch JC slid his hands back to the outside leg.
As JC stood up he blew a breath of air at Lance's hardon. Lance's body twitched. JC's hands cupped Lance's prefect round ass cheeks. He raked a finger up the crack. Lance shuddered again.
"Not yet." Lance warned.
JC smiled. "I know." He sucked on a nipple. JC pulled back briefly. "Sir."
Lance felt JC's teeth nip gently at his nipple. A thrill shot through him. JC latched onto the other nipple and rubbed the other lightly with his fingers. Lance moaned.
After a few minutes JC pulled back. He looked into Lance's eyes.
"What does Sir want?"
"Your lips."
JC's hand found the back of Lance's neck as JC pressed his lips against Lance's. Lance wanted to throw his arms around JC but wouldn't be in character.
JC pulled back. "And now Sir?"
"More of your lips and add your tongue."
Their mouths met again this time their tongues intertwined. Both were really getting into the act. But JC was still surprised when he got pushed away.
"Now, I want to feel more of your lips and tongue."
JC leaned forward. He was pushed back again.
"Not here." Lance took JC's shoulders and pushed him down.
Lance didn't really push hard but JC made sure he fell to his knees with a thud. He glanced up trying to look submissive. "Sir?"
Lance took the back of JC's head with one hand and his cock with the other.
"I want your lips and tongue here. Suck me!"
JC let Lance push him onto his cock. The scent of leather filled JC's nostrils. He pulled back to see Lance's cock and balls framed in leather. He had to admit it did get him hot. Maybe it was the idea of not seeing all of Lance's body. Lance thrust back with his hips. JC wasn't ready and he choked.
Lance pulled back. "Sorry," he whispered.
JC took to stroking Lance's cock. "No, sir. Feed me your big dick. Make me choke on it." JC swallowed the cock again.
Lance caught a wink from JC. He relaxed and let the JC do his thing.
"Yeah, suck me."
JC's blue eyes gazed up at Lance.
"Slave," Lance added with a pretend sneer.
A muffled 'uh-huh' came from JC. He took Lance's cock deeper in his mouth.
Lance felt his cock slip into JC's throat as it had happened so many times before. But this time there was an added thrill.
"That's it. Deep throat my cock. Take it, bitch!"
Their eyes met again, JC gazing up and Lance glancing down. The glint in their eyes showed the truth. It was just play acting. No matter what they said the love was still there. And what they said was getting them so hot!
JC buried his face in Lance's crotch. The musky smell and the feel of Lance's cock in his throat excited him. A few more times and JC pulled off. He stroked Lance's cock with his hand.
"Does the Master like what the Slave is doing?"
"Yes," Lance smiled. He sneered. "Fuck, yeah. Worship my dick." Lance bulked. That wasn't a word to use here.
JC smiled. "I worship what is between Master and Slave."
Lance knew that JC meant their love.
JC eyes locked on Lance's crotch. "But now let us give into the lust!"
Lance gasped as JC plunged back onto his cock.
"Suck me. Suck me good. Slave, you are a good cocksucker."
After a few minutes JC pulled back panting for breath. "Your cock is so big. My jaw is aching."
"I didn't tell you to stop," Lance snapped trying to gauge if it was true. He didn't want to push JC too far.
JC gazed up at Lance with those sparkling blue eyes. "Please, Master. I want to suck you off."
Lance lifted his foot and pushed gently against JC. JC knew what to do and fell back unto his elbows.
Lance sneered. "I want to see your body. Get naked for me."
JC stood up. He pulled off his shirt. JC fumbled with his belt.
"Faster," Lance snapped. He went to JC and pulled down JC's pants and underwear in one motion. "I want you naked in front of me now!"
JC pulled at his shoes but with his pants around his ankles it was difficult. He ended up hopping about tugging at his laces. Finally the shoes were off.
"I am waiting, Slave."
JC sighed heavily. "It would have been easier if you hadn't pulled my pants down."
"The Slave speaks?" Lance shot back.
"No, Master." JC sat on the floor to pull off his socks then his pants and underwear.
"Finally," Lance said. He pointed to the floor again. "Assume the position."
JC scrambled to his knees in front of Lance.
Lance lifted his foot and gently rubbed it against JC's hardon.
"So blowing me turns you on?"
"Yes, Master."
"Show me how turned on you are. Jack off for me."
JC took hold of his cock and started jerking it. He leaned back on his knees and closed his eyes. Twisting his hand back and forth he stroked his dick. JC moaned.
"Does that feel good, Slave?"
"Yes, Master."
Damn, JC looked so hot kneeling there his body stretched tight beating his big hard cock. Lance started stroking himself.
Lance pulled up on his cock. "Lick my balls, Slave."
JC attacked Lance's balls. He licked and nibbled at them. Then he took each one in his mouth sucking gently on them.
"Damn that feels good, Slave."
After a few minutes JC was pushed back. He sat back on his knees and looked up at Lance.
"Do you want to suck my cock until I cum?" Lance asked sternly.
JC shifted around until he lay in front of Lance on his stomach. "Oh, yes, Master." He kissed the tops of Lance's feet.
"Okay then," Lance reached down and helped JC to his knees. "Give me a good blow job and I grant you the honor of my cum on your face."
JC fought hard against laughing. "Thank you, Master." To keep himself from laughing JC swallowed Lance's cock to the hilt.
Lance had to admit this was hot. They were both gauging what the other was feeling the whole time but playing like this was turning Lance on so.
JC played into Lance's fetish by running his hands up and down Lance's leather pant legs. Remembering his turn, JC ran his fingers along the opening at the back of the pants. This and his cocksucking was pushing Lance to the edge. JC looked up to see Lance with his head flung back. Lance was breathing heavy and moaning in that wonderful low bass rumble. It wouldn't be too long now.
"Damn, JC. . . ah, Slave. I'm getting close."
JC pulled off of Lance`s cock. Lance's hand took over for JC.
JC licked his lips. "Do as you promised, Master, cum on my face."
Lance looked down at JC kneeling there eager with mouth open and eyes closed. He stopped fighting his climax. Lance forced himself to keep his eyes trained on JC.
A few more strokes and Lance came. Semen shot from his cock onto JC's up-turned face. Lance could see JC's enjoyment as the hot cum splattered on his face. This only turned him on more and his cock continued to shoot its white pleasure juice. As the intense waves of the climax slowly subsided Lance stood back.
"You have done well, my slave. Your Master is very happy with your work."
"Son of a bitch!" JC was on his feet with his hands to his face. "Damn, that stings." He was out of the bedroom into the bathroom in a flash.
"JC?"
"Ouch! Damn it!" The water ran in the sink.
"I'm sorry, JC. What happened? Are you all right?"
After a few moments JC returned. He knelt before Lance. "I am so sorry, my Master. Your cock's issue was so hot it burned my flesh. Forgive my leaving the room without your biding."
"JC?"
JC whispered. "I got cum in my eye."
"Is it better?" Lance whispered. He was worried.
JC lay prostrate on the floor. "Do not worry about your lowly slave, my Master. What is your bidding?"
Lance fell back into character. "Every good servant knows when and how to kiss his Master's ass."
"Master?"
"Now is the time." Lance turned around and bent over. "Slave, attend to my ass."
The leather pants split apart revealing Lance's white round ass cheeks.
Lance was surprised by how quickly JC's tongue plunged into his ass.
Lance grasped the bed. "Oh yes, Slave. Eat your Master's ass!"
This was no duty. If there was one thing about Lance that really got JC hot is was Lance's ass. He parted the cheeks and pressed his tongue as far in as it could go. His hands squeezed and kneaded the cheeks. Then JC got an idea. He knew Lance's low tolerance for pain but maybe something slight. JC gently pressed his teeth against Lance's ass cheeks then slowly closed his mouth running his teeth across the smooth mounds making sure that he didn't pinch the flesh.
The result was immediate. Lance's body shook. "JC! Ah, I mean Slave. What are you doing?"
JC grinned. "Making the Master feel good. Does the Master like it?"
Lance gasped. "The Master does and commands the slave to continue."
Between licking Lance's asshole and nipping at his butt cheeks JC was driving Lance wild. A hand moved behind Lance and finding JC's head pressed him to Lance's ass.
"Yes, Slave, service your Master's ass." Then Lance remembered something. He pushed up on his hands and looked over his shoulder. "My Slave hasn't cum yet."
JC looked up. A grin spread across his face. Lance turned away knowingly. JC was saving himself. He would cum the way Lance loved best while fucking Lance.
"Is that as far up my ass as your tongue can get?" Lance snapped.
JC answered with more enthusiasm. He pressed his tongue deeper into Lance.
"Damn," Lance clutched at the bed. JC was making his ass and him feel so good. JC's tongue was driving Lance crazy. As much as he wanted to enjoy JC's rimming Lance couldn't wait any longer. He felt the emptiness grow inside him. His need for JC blossomed. He wanted JC to fuck him but how could he do it as the Master? Then Lance thought of it. He pushed back against JC. JC again fell back on his elbows. Lance turned and faced him.
"Now you will be mine."
"Master?"
"You will give me your very manhood for my pleasure." Lance took hold of JC's arms and pulled him to his feet. A quick step away and he returned with the lube. Squeezing some on his hand he took hold of JC's dick. His hand stroked JC spreading the lube. "I will have this cock of yours. You will enter me with it and it will be mine for my pleasure."
JC gasped as Lance stroked his cock. But he had to smile at Lance's idea of staying the Master while being fucked.
Lance lubed up his asshole. "Now Slave," Lance bent over. "Give me your manhood and be mine forever."
JC moved forward. Lance's whole body trembled as JC slowly penetrated him.
"Oh, my. . .!" Lance's voice pinched off into a low happy groan. There was nothing Lance loved more than JC inside of him. "That's it give your cock to your Master!"
Lance couldn't see it but JC grinned. "As my Master wishes." He sped up his thrusting.
Soon Lance was beating his fists on the bed. "Give it to me. Damn it, I said give it to me! Give me that cock!"
JC kept thrusting. He could feel his balls slapping on Lance's ass. Lance's ass clinched around JC's cock. The joy flooded through them both. Lance may be the bottom but he was in complete control and that got JC so hot.
Lance's hands found JC's ass. He pulled JC to him. "Give your Master what is his. Fuck me, Slave. Fuck me!"
JC leaned down. He wrapped his arms around Lance. "Your willing Slave obeys his Master. I will be your servant forever. You are a great and noble Master."
Lance had an overwhelming urge to kiss. His mind found a way.
"Your lips, Slave. Give your lips to me."
JC obliged. They kissed passionately. Both were so into the game.
They parted and JC stood up. It was time to finish this.
"My Master wants his slave's cock, he will have it." JC swiveled his hips as he thrust into Lance. His cock hit new nerves sending jolts surging through Lance. Lance's head snapped back. Then it would drop forward.
"That's it. Give it to me. Damn it, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
JC's cock was sending blast upon blast of pleasure through Lance. This whole fantasy thing was magnifying every wave of joy.
"Does my Master want more?"
"Yes, Slave, yes."
"Then I must give my Master what he wants." JC thrust into Lance for all he was worth.
Lance buried his head in the bed. He was whimpering very loud. "Damn, I love this. Please don't stop."
"As my Master orders."
JC watched his cock plunge into and out of Lance's ass. No matter how many times he saw it, it still thrilled him. Lance enjoyed this so that JC had no choice but to be drawn along. He could see at a moment that what he was doing to Lance, Lance loved and that turned JC on.
JC was so into the play that he almost missed the first stirrings of his climax.
"Master, your slave wishes to cum."
"Keep fucking me!"
"Master, it is out of my hands."
Lance smiled at JC's unintended joke. "Then cum. Give your Master your load."
JC thudded into Lance. His body shook. "Oh, god. . . Fuck!" JC's cry changed into a groan.
Lance felt JC's body tense as he shot off in his ass. JC moaned and grunted as he came. Lance tightened his ass muscles.
JC twitched. "Oh, ga. . !"
After much more groaning and panting JC fell on top of Lance.
"Thank you, my Master." JC panted in Lance's ear.
Lance pushed back. They stood up. Lance turned to face JC.
"So, Slave, you have cum before your Master. I cannot give you the blessing of my cum. So you must watch."
Lance sat down on the side of bed. He grabbed his cock and starting stroking it. "Watch but do not touch."
JC sank to his knees between Lance's legs. He watched up close as Lance jerked off. Suddenly JC felt separated from Lance. He wanted to touch him. He wanted to help get Lance off. But every time JC reached out his hand Lance batted it away.
"You must just watch, Slave. You have lost the Master's favor."
JC knelt there just watching. He'd seen lance jerk off while they had sex before but this was different. It was like Lance was jacking off alone. This somehow got JC even hotter. He had never watched Lance jack off alone before. It was a real turn on.
Lance lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. His other hand caressed his chest and rubbed his nipples. Lance's whimpers were growing again. His hips bucked matching the rhythm of his hand. Then Lance tensed. "Your Master is going to cum." His hand sped up its stroking. "Here I . . ."
JC could stand it no longer. He pulled Lance's hand away and swallowed Lance's cock.
"JC? Oh, god!"
Lance felt his cock explode. JC's warm wet mouth around his cock intensified the surges ripping through Lance's body. He could feel JC's throat constrict as he swallowed. But still he didn't pull back. Lance felt JC's tongue rake along the length of his cock. Another surge rushed through Lance and another volley of cum. Again JC swallowed eagerly. Finally, slowly, the climax passed. Lance lay there panting.
After a time Lance propped himself up on his elbows. JC was giving a few last minute licks to Lance's cock and looked up.
"Sorry, Master. I couldn't help myself."
Lance took JC by the shoulders. He pulled him up to him.
"Give me your lips," Lance smiled. They kissed.
After the kiss Lance patted the bed. "Lay here with your Master."
"But. . ."
Lance smiled and brushed his finger against JC's cheek. "You have redeemed yourself with me. Your Master is pleased with you."
They kissed again softly and long. They parted.
"Wow," JC gasped. "Maybe it is a good thing that you didn't do the dance too. I don't think I could have survived both."
Lance chuckled. "That was hot." Lance looked at JC. "Do you want to be Master next?"
JC sighed. "No. You make a better Master than I would." JC saw the look on Lance's face. He stroked Lance's chin. "I can tease you during sex but never for so long. One look from those beautiful green eyes of yours and I'd given in. I can't resist you, Lance." JC kissed him.
Lance wrapped his arms around JC and rolled both of them fully onto the bed.
"JC?"
"What?"
"Should we try it with both of us wearing the leather pants?"
JC silenced Lance with a kiss.
Peter glanced around. "JC and Lance must be upstairs already."
Justin opened the refrigerator door. "I'm hungry. What looks good?"
Justin could feel Peter's eyes on him as he bent over to look in the fridge. Teasingly he stood up so Peter wouldn't have such a good view.
Peter pressed up against Justin's back. He nuzzled Justin's neck. "I'm in the mood for something hot." He placed his hand on Justin's and shut the refrigerator door.
Justin chuckled. "What do you have in mind? Or should I say 'Who?'."
"Did I ever tell you that I love tight jeans? On other men that is." Peter's hands slipped down to Justin's ass.
"Really?"
Peter kissed Justin's neck. "Yes, tight jeans with a white wife beater."
"No kidding? This must be my lucky night." Justin pulled away, turned around and slipped off his shirt. He watched Peter's eyes drop to Justin's chest and his white wife beater.
Justin tugged down on the white fabric pulling it tight against his body. "So this would turn you on?"
"Yes, Justin." Peter said eagerly.
"Wait," Justin smiled. "We need the full effect." Justin walked to the sink. He turned on the water. Peter saw him take the sprayer and aim it at himself. A quick burst of spray and Justin returned the sprayer and turned off the water. He turned back to Peter.
Justin's nipples were more visible through the wet fabric that now clung closely to every curve of Justin's muscular chest. Justin ran his hand down his torso. "I bet if a wife beater turns you on then one almost transparent should get you hot."
Peter stood staring for a moment. His eyes snapped up. "You've been talking to Lance!"
Justin laughed. "No. It was so obvious. After the concerts when I was changing you couldn't keep you eyes off of me." There was the Timberlake grin again. "Even before we ever hooked up."
Peter turned away slightly. "I'm sorry, Justin. I wasn't thinking about sex. It was just that you have a great looking body. All you guys looked good." Peter eyes snapped up. "Don't tell Joey."
"That was then. This is now." Justin turned his back and stuck his butt out. "Are these jeans tight enough for you?" Justin grinned to see Peter staring at his ass.
Peter looked up. He adjusted himself. "Justin, I want to do you right here and now."
Justin stepped close and took Peter's hands. He grinned his impish grin. "Then do me right here and now. You promised I would get an encore of last night. I don't want to wait any longer."
"I'll get the stuff." Peter started off.
Justin stopped him. "Wait." He fished in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. A condom was removed from his wallet then the wallet put back. Next Justin pulled out a set of keys. He handed both to Peter.
Peter looked up confused. He held up the keys. "Are you wearing a chastity belt? Or do I literally have to start your engine?"
"No." Justin showed Peter that on the key ring was a 2 inch metal vial.
"What's in it?"
Justin clicked his tongue. "What do you think? Lube," Justin grinned. "You never know when we might get in the mood."
Peter pulled Justin to him. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."
They kissed softly at first but soon there was a growing need.
Peter pulled back. Justin and he were cheek to cheek.
"Oh, Justin, I want you so bad."
Justin chuckled. "But you have me. You always will."
Peter suddenly had a thought. "Justin, how come all of NSYNC wear undershirts most of the time?"
Justin smiled. "We're supposed to be wholesome entertainment. We hide our chests as much as possible. We've just got used to it."
"That's why during the concert Lance put a sport coat on over his white shirt even though he was sweating."
"Yep. He wasn't wearing his undershirt. We can't show the fans too much." Justin frowned. "That was where I got into trouble."
"Oh, I don't know maybe you can show off your sexy bodies in time." Peter chucked Justin's chin. "But what we can't see only makes you sexier." Peter's hand slipped to Justin's crotch. He felt Justin was hard. "I think having sex with clothes on very erotic."
Justin smiled. "You mean like now?"
"Why would you want to remove what turns me on?"
"I wouldn't and are you turned on?"
Peter returned Justin's smile. "You bet your ass."
"Odds or evens?" asked Justin.
"Evens."
Justin held up his fist. He waved it as he counted, "One, two, three." He held up two fingers. He grinned at Peter. "I lose. My ass is yours."
Peter kissed Justin. "Oh, I'll get there eventually."
Peter slowly dropped to his knees. His hands followed him caressing Justin's body as his went. Peter's hands began to rub Justin's crotch. "I want to give you a little mouth service first." Peter looked up. "Do you mind?"
"I'll survive."
Peter undid Justin's jeans. "Now we are getting close."
Justin trembled. He wanted so much to have Peter's lips on his cock.
Peter opened Justin's pants. He looked up surprised. "Justin, no underwear?"
Justin just shrugged. "I didn't have a clean pair."
Peter looked accusingly. "You did talk with Lance."
Justin looked at the ceiling. "He may have said something in passing."
"First the key ring with lube and now no underwear. You planned this."
"I didn't plan anything." Justin snapped. "I was just prepared for any contingency. And if I did turn you on enough to have sex with my jeans on underwear is interference."
Peter couldn't stay upset. Not with Justin's cock growing harder in front of him.
Justin looked down. "Am I forgiven?"
Peter grinned up at Justin. He took Justin's cock by the base, licked the head dartingly with his tongue then slid the length into his mouth. "Yeahmm," came the muffled reply.
Justin leaned against the counter. He looked down to see his cock enter Peter's warm wet mouth and felt his soft lips slide up and down the sensitive flesh. Peter's tongue pressed and prodded the underside of the mushroom head. Justin closed his eyes moaning with pleasure.
Peter looked up at Justin in his white wife beater. The video Tearing Up My Heart' came to mind. Justin was young then but he looked so sexy. Now a mature Justin stood before him his body more defined and muscular and he was Peters. Peter went down on Justin with a passion.
Justin was thrilled by a strange vibration. It felt very wonderful. Then he heard it. Peter was humming.
"Damn, Peter, that feels good." Then Justin recognized the tune. "So you've loved me in a wife beater since then?
Peter pulled off to stroke Justin. "Everyone has. You were sexy even then."
Justin stroked Peter's cheek. "And now?"
"You're hot, Justin."
Justin leaned down and gave Peter a kiss. "And I'm all yours." As Justin stood up his hand found the back of Peter's head and gently coaxed him forward.
Peter didn't have to be urged. He took Justin's cock back into his mouth. Long smooth strokes closing his lips tighter around the shaft as he pulled back.
Justin felt Peter's hands on his ass. Peter squeezed them gently kneading the mounds covered in denim. Justin moved his hips matching Peter's rhythm.
Peter reluctantly took one hand away from Justin's ass to undo his pants and pulled his own cock out stroking it as he sucked Justin.
"You do that so well. I love it when you suck me, Peter."
Peter looked up into Justin's blue sparkling eyes. He replied by sucking with more gusto.
Justin tipped his head back moaning with joy. One hand rested lightly on Peter's head. No need to guide, Peter knew what he was doing.
Peter pulled back panting. "Justin, fuck my face."
Justin began thrusting with his hips. Peter took his cock well. There was a slight choke now and then but Justin saw the pleasure on Peter's face.
Then Peter's hand latched onto Justin's butt pulling him forward. Peter doubled the speed of his sucking. Peter stopped stroking himself and started stroking Justin as he sucked him.
"Slow down, Peter. I don't want to cum so soon."
Peter looked up in surprise.
"Please, Peter. Not yet."
Peter looked hurt. "But I want to suck you off." He kept stroking Justin.
Justin pulled Peter to his feet. "Later." Justin licked Peter's nose. "When you are this excited about sucking me you usually end up coming yourself." Justin's hand cupped Peter's cheek. He looked into Peter's eyes. "I want to cum with you inside me." Justin whispered. "Just the one climax." Justin paused. "For now. Here." Justin pulled back still gazing into Peter's eyes.
Peter nodded. "Okay, Justin. No one ever says `no' to Justin Timberlake."
Justin sucked on Peter's lower lip. "Fuck you."
Peter beamed. "That will have to be later, too."
Justin chuckled. Then he started to unbutton Peter's shirt. Peter's shirt fell open then two hands took Justin's wrists.
"Leave it." Peter said gently.
"But we always. . ."
"This isn't always." Peter pulled Justin close. His hand found their two dicks and Peter started stroking them together.
Justin moaned as Peter's cock rubbed against his and Peter's hand jacked both of cocks.
"Oh, Peter." Justin leaned for Peter's lips. He got them. They kissed for a while then Justin pulled back.
"Peter, I want you." He looked down at Peter stroking their cocks. Justin pushed Peter's hand aside and took Peter`s dick. "I want this. I want you inside of me."
Peter grinned. "Spread `em."
Justin turned around and lay on the counter. He felt Peter's hands rubbing against the denim covering his ass. They pressed hard at his crack. Justin opened a drawer and fumbled around. He produced a knife.
`Here, you'll need this."
"For what?"
"You can't fuck me with jeans on without it. Make a hole."
"I will not. Why spoil a pair of pants for sex?" Peter leaned close. "Your white wife beater will be enough for me. Besides I like to see your beautiful ass." Peter pulled down Justin's jeans.
"But, Peter, I thought. . . oh, Peter, yes!"
Peter's tongue pressed into Justin's asshole.
"That's it. Get me ready."
Peter's hands snaked out along Justin's back. They slid across the thin white fabric but Peter could still feel Justin's warm skin. Then they moved over the edge and caressed Justin's chest stopping to rub and pinch each nipple through the wife beater.
Justin sucked in a breath. The cold linoleum he was leaning against made a sharp contrast to Peter's warm hands and tongue. Justin arched his back so Peter had easier access.
Peter buried his face between Justin's ass cheeks. He pushed his tongue in. He licked the puckered opening. Peter thrilled to Justin's reactions to his efforts. He felt Justin pressing back against him.
Suddenly image after image of NSYNC's videos flooded into Peter's mind. Justin in his wife beater on the bed, Justin under the waterfall, Justin in the tight pants and shirt of the first version of `I want you back' and Justin in the turtleneck. This person in these videos that had so enthralled Peter he was about to fuck. Peter felt his passion rising. He was about to fuck Justin Timberlake!
No!
Peter sat back. He shook his head. The images dispersed. No, this was just Justin, the man Peter loved.
"Peter?" Justin was wondering why Peter had stopped.
Peter let his hand start stroking Justin.
"Yes, Peter, that feels so good."
Peter pressed a finger against Justin's asshole. Slowly he worked it in. He felt the tight flesh close around it. Peter pressed in another finger.
"Oh, yes."
Justin was pushing back with a rhythm. He was fucking himself on Peter's fingers.
Justin looked over his shoulder. "Please, Peter. I want you. I need you. Fuck me, please."
Peter reached for the condom and the keys.
A few moments later Justin let out an "Oh, oh, oh," Justin's hand slapped the counter. "Give it to me," Justin said between clinched teeth. "Do me, Peter."
Peter felt his cock sink in as far as it could. He leaned down and took Justin in his arms. "You have me, lover."
With the feeling of Peter deep inside of him Justin let his want burst forth. "Then fuck me!" Justin shouted. "Fuck me good."
"Justin, your language," Peter teased.
"This has nothing to do with NSYNC. Peter, fuck me." Justin's voice dropped. "Send your lover into ecstasy. I need you, Peter."
Peter's breath was hot on Justin's neck. He moved and whispered into Justin's ear. "And I want you so bad."
"Please don't tease me."
Peter started moving his hips. His cock had become a piston. "As you wish."
Justin's hands slid across the counter. There was nothing to hold on to. He tilted his head back. Peter's cock raked back and forth within him. Pleasures pulsed throughout Justin's body. This was just what Justin wanted.
"Yes, that's it. Give it to me."
Peter reached up to rub and gently pinch Justin's nipples through the fabric of his wife beater. Justin moaned in response. Peter thrust slow and long but he could feel Justin's lust growing. Peter paced himself for the surge he knew would soon carry them away to the inevitable.
Peter caressed Justin's body as his cock thrust in then pulled out. He watched Justin's reactions. Then he felt Justin pushing back against him. Peter pushed forward harder trying to get his cock go as deep as it could. He leaned down and began kissing Justin's shoulders and neck.
"Oh, Justin, you make me feel so good."
"Faster, Peter. Fuck me deep."
"Yes, lover." Peter sped up his rhythm.
The word `lover' sent a thrill through Justin. He looked over his shoulder. "Peter, I need to see you. I want to look into your face."
Peter pulled out. Justin immediately turned around to lay back on the counter. Peter stopped him.
"Justin, the table will be more comfortable."
Justin looked. It had a tablecloth on it and it was lower. He was soon on his back. His head fell back and his hands gripped the edge of the table as Peter's cock sank into his again.
The table creaked and groaned as their two bodies began slapping together.
"I hope the table holds up." Peter said.
"It will," Justin panted. "It has been used for this before."
Justin laughed at the surprised look on Peter's face. "A gay couple in their first home? They've probably done it everywhere thinkable including the fireplace. Now fuck me."
Peter thrust his cock into Justin. Justin laid his head back. "You are doing me so good."
Peter closed his eyes thrilling in the pleasure he was feeling. The video images came back into Peter's mind. All the sexy dance moves that Justin had done flashed past. Peter was afraid to open his eyes. He didn't want to look on Justin this way. He was his lover just Justin. Suddenly he heard Justin singing. Peter opened his eyes.
"You're all I ever wanted. You're all I ever needed, yeah."
Peter chimed in, "So tell me what to do now."
"'Cause, 'cause, 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I'm on my back." Justin finished.
Peter could help chuckling. "I am having sex with Justin Timber. . ." Peter stopped, blushing.
The Timberlake grin spread across Justin's face. "You are fucking Justin Timberlake."
"Justin, no," Peter protested.
"It's okay. Give in to the fantasy for once." Justin grinned up at Peter. "You're doing this for every fan that has wished to so you'd better fuck me good. Do you hear me, Peter? Justin Timberlake wants to be fucked harder!"
They were lovers after all. Peter relaxed and let the video pictures in his mind converge and blend into one vision, the man lying on the table under him. The white wife beater, the impish smile and those beautiful blue eyes always with a glint of trouble in them. He was fucking Justin Timberlake.
"You want it, Timberlake? You're going to get it."
Peter slammed into Justin. He leaned forward and grasped the edge of the table behind Justin. He thrust into Justin hard and fast. Justin grabbed the front edge of the table to keep himself from being forced back by Peter's attack on his ass.
Their faces were only inches apart.
"Yes, Peter, that's what I wanted. Give it to me!" Justin yelled.
"Damn, Justin, you have a tight ass. I love to fuck you!"
"Don't stop! Shove your cock in me!"
Justin's hands wrapped around Peter's back. He pulled Peter close.
"Fuck me, Peter. God, how I love this. How could I have doubted it?"
"Never again," Peter snapped.
The thrills surging through Justin became intense then there were the familiar stirrings."
"Fuck, I'm going to cum! Don't stop, Peter! Fuck the cum out of me!"
Peter felt Justin's body go tense. Justin's head fell back. He arched his back. Justin let out a loud groan. Peter felt the hot cum splatter against his stomach. He glanced over to see cum land on Justin's face.
Justin convulsed beneath Peter. He shut his eyes groaning in wild enthusiasm. Slowly Justin relaxed. Still panting his lips found Peter's.
At the touch of Justin's lips Peter felt the swelling passion. Two more thrusts into Justin and Peter came. Justin held Peter to the kiss. Peter let out muffled groans and moans. Justin let him go so Peter could catch his breath. Justin felt a couple more little thrusts then Peter collapsed on top of him.
"Damn, Justin, that was hot." Peter panted
Justin licked Peter's nose. "So were you. You know I think that I like being fucked even better now."
Peter glanced up. He looked about the room.
"Damn, Justin. We were really at it."
Peter stood up and helped Justin to stand.
"Shit!"
The breakfast table was now on the other side of the kitchen.
"I thought I was just imagining the earth moving." Justin burst out laughing.
Peter threw the condom away. "Come on, we've got to move it back before Lance finds out."
They moved the table back in place. "At least it didn't scratch the floor."
"Or collapse."
They adjusted their clothes.
Justin slipped his arms through Peter's. "Thank you, Peter. I needed that."
"And thank you for the fantasy." Peter kissed Justin.
"Well, we haven't really done anything too wild yet. I'd hate for our love life to get boring."
Peter grinned. "Besides your cock boring into me and vice versa?"
"You know what I mean. Is tight jeans and white undershirt your only kink?"
"Oh, I can think of others now that I have a sex life to put them into action."
"Aren't you going to ask about me?"
"I'll find out in time. Let's go to bed."
Justin's face fell. "I'm sorry, Peter, I should get going. We have spent the last few nights together. We mustn't give people any ideas."
Peter sighed and pulled Justin tight against him. "Damn public."
"I know." Justin gave Peter a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be back in the morning. I have some songs to play for JC. Can you manage a night alone?"
Peter nodded sadly. "I'll just clutch a pillow."
"No cum stains now."
Peter gave Justin a playful push. "After what we just did? I'll be too exhausted."
Justin smiled. "Me, too. And I have to drive home."
They kissed for a few moments.
"See you in the morning."
"Drive careful and sweet dreams, Justin. I love you."
"I love you, too." Justin finally pried himself from Peter. With one last kiss he left.
Peter made his way to his bedroom. He smiled to himself. Damn that was hot.
Peter floated into their bedroom. He concentrated. "Lance."
Lance stirred in the bed.
"Lance, its Peter. Come up."
After a few moments Lance floated free of his body. "This is new. Peter, what is it?"
"I have news, well, I think I have news. I was going to check it out for sure and I thought you might want to come with."
"Where to?"
"You'll find out."
"What about JC?"
"He can come too if you want."
"Will it take long?"
"No, just there and back again. We might not get in. They may still be going at it."
Lance literally glowed with excitement. "Ooh, lovers?" Lance glanced down at JC. "Better leave him sleep. Looking in on two lovers isn't really his thing."
"You can always tell him in the morning."
"Okay, lead on McDuff."
They hadn't gotten far when Lance realized where they were.
"Oh, my god, it's Kevin! He finally found his knight?"
"I hope so. We didn't stay to find out."
"It is Dave?"
"You'll see."
They floated to Kevin's house. All was dark. There wasn't a bright glow to be seen. They floated through the wall.
They made their way to the bedroom. Two figures lay sleeping in the bed.
"Well, I'll be," Peter said. "They are on navy blue sheets after all."
"Of course," Lance shot back. "What did you think it was?"
Peter didn't have time to explain. They had reached the bed.
Lance looked down at the figures asleep in the bed.
"Howie?!"
"Yep, the answer had been there all the time. Kevin just had to `lift the visor'."
"Now I am really happy for Kevin. It must have been wonderful to have sex with someone he knew so well."
"He knows him better now."
"Yeah, in the biblical sense."
As if he sensed himself being talked about, Howie stirred and woke up. He got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. He scratched himself as the door closed.
"I can't believe its Howie."
"We've seen it with our own. . ." Peter stopped. "Well, we know it is fact."
Lance was watching Kevin closely. "Neither of them have the blue aura of love. Howie does a bit." Lance floated back. "Does this mean they're not in love?"
"They needed each other physically tonight. Love may develop."
Howie returned to the room. He stood looking down at Kevin's sleeping form. His aura began to glow brighter blue. Then it slowly faded. Howie stared at the floor like he was trying to decide what to do. Finally he seemed determined. He started to get dressed.
"Look at his aura. It's darkening."
Howie looked up at the bed again. He sadly shook his head. Still shaking his head he picked up his shirt.
Lance saw what was on it. "The knight!"
"Yep."
"Why is Howie leaving?"
"He is having some regret. You can see it in his aura."
"Then he can't leave. They should talk." Lance started to float to Howie.
"Lance, don't. It wouldn't help."
"But if I let my love flow onto him."
"It's not your love Howie needs."
"Maybe you should connect with Kevin."
"It won't work. Kevin knows that trick. We need to leave this with them."
Lance's glowing dimmed as they watched Howie dress.
Fully dressed Howie walked to the door. He gave one last look at Kevin asleep.
Kevin groaned in his sleep. He reached out his hand to the empty spot where Howie had been lying. Finding nothing there he pulled it back close to him. Kevin gave a sad little sigh and slept again.
Howie stood still watching. "I'm sorry, Kevin." He left the room.
"Damn, I thought we had it." Lance was very disappointed. They floated from the room.
"It serves us right for putting such trust in my visions."
"There is nothing wrong with your visions. We must have just interpreted it wrong."
They stayed floating in front of the house.
Peter tried to make sense of it. "Maybe it was just to get them in bed. I just don't know anymore."
"It's just a set back. It could still work out. We will see." Lance meant that to himself as well as for Peter.
Peter felt discouraged. "It was so nice thinking that Kevin wasn't alone anymore."
"I think that is my line. I'm the one who wishes all the world was in love."
"Maybe I should go back and connect with Kevin. He would feel my support for him."
"Peter, Kevin doesn't know Howie left yet."
"Speaking of," Peter glanced around. "Where is Howie? He should have been outside by now."
Barely hoping they reentered the house.
They found Howie in the living room. He sat there with his head down. His aura altered between dim and bright. Howie was in the middle of a massive internal debate.
"Can we do anything?"
"No, Lance. We might just prejudice him. This has to be his decision."
The minutes seemed to drag by. Howie never moved. They watched the flashing of Howie's aura.
"Peter, look."
The flashing had slowed. The brighter color now became prevalent.
"My god, Peter, Howie is in love with Kevin!"
"That explains the debate. It's not a deep love but he definitely has feelings for Kevin."
"But Kevin doesn't have feelings for Howie?" Lance asked.
"Maybe as friends beyond that I don't know. It could grow in time if they allow it."
"If Howie has feelings for Kevin and Kevin's love never grows, it would crush Howie."
"It may sound cruel but I'm glad it isn't my decision."
Again as if he heard them Howie stood up. He walked to the stairs. He stood gazing upstairs. Howie slowly lifted his foot and placed it on the first step.
Lance and Peter watch anxiously as Howie moved from one stair to the next. But his pace increased as he went. He got to the landed and continued down the hall.
Howie was moving at a good pace as he reached the bedroom. Without hesitation Howie entered the room. He quickly undressed again. Howie went back to the bed and slid under the sheets. He took Kevin's arm and pulled it around him.
Kevin sighed sleepily. "Hm, Howie?"
"I'm here, Kevin. I just went to the bathroom."
"Good," Kevin muttered. "Mm missed you."
Howie smiled. "I missed you too, Kevin." Howie snuggled close.
Soon the two figures were asleep again.
Lance was glowing again. Peter could almost feel the `I told you so'.
"Let's go." Lance led the way back.
Peter floated in the hallway after Lance had returned to his body. He saw the bedroom door begin to glow brighter and brighter. He felt himself being pushed back. He had only been there two minutes.
"Lance, you really are a lover of love." Peter thought for a moment. "What's wrong with that? It's a wonderful idea." Peter returned to his room.
On the astral plain one Shape turned to the other. It indicated a house they were passing over. "What does that glow mean?"
"It is generated by people in passion and wanting privacy. They are probably having sex. We're not able to draw near. It is the one limitation in this state."
"But the house is glowing in two places."
"Then there is sex going on in both rooms"
The Shapes floated on.
"Lucky bastards."
Justin switched off the tape player.
"Good, Justin. We're two songs closer to a new album."
"When are we going to get the other guys opinion?"
"This afternoon at the meeting that way we can play them for John, too."
Justin just nodded.
"Was he hard on you?"
"No. He could see how upset I was. I just have to apologize to the fans and I agree with him."
"Are you two lovers okay?"
Justin sneered. "Which two?"
JC smirked at him. "You know who I mean."
"Between Peter and me it's back to normal now that I have my sight clear again. But with Britney. . ." Justin shook his head.
"Her career goals are set in concrete and unfortunately you are one of her goals."
Justin looked up grinned. "Do you know where I can get a hammer and chisel? Nah, on second thought it will take dynamite."
"I know some very well placed words that will do just was well."
"She just doesn't listen. I've thought about tying her down and making her watch Peter do me but she wouldn't believe that either. 'You're just curious.'" Justin shook his head. "It's like talking to a freaking wall."
"Well, you are leaving her an opening."
"What? Do you mean me being BI? But I am."
"In the past."
"No, now."
"Justin, you want to live the rest of your life with Peter, right?"
"Of course."
"Then why do you need the BI loophole? Just in case something happens to Peter and you fall for a woman?"
Justin looked distressed, "JC, don't talk like that. I don't know what I would do if Peter. . ." Justin throat caught.
JC put his arms around Justin's shoulders. "I'm sorry, Justin. But I want to make a point. I may be off the mark on this but it might affect Peter."
"He knows I'm BI."
"Yes, but did you think about the long term effect on him?"
"Has he said anything?"
"Do you think he would? I'm just speculating here."
"Why is it any interest to you? Surely it is between Peter and me."
"It's just that when Lance and I come out the rest of you will be getting 'the question'. I just thought if you keep telling people you're BI might have an impact on Peter."
"Why? The girls are all in my past."
"Then why bring them up?"
"I don't."
"Justin, every time you say you're BI you're doing just that. It's like your saying 'The love of my life is a man but I have been with girls before'. Maybe I am exaggerating but Peter might begin to think that way. Plus doesn't it weaken your promise that Peter is the only one for you? It's like you just don't want to shut the door completely on women."
"But it's not true, JC." Justin looked down. "It's what I am. I don't mean it to hurt Peter."
"I just wanted you to think about it."
"Why do I need a label? I'm in love with Peter. He just happens to be a guy. Leave it at that."
"Are you afraid of being thought of as gay?"
"No, I am not," Justin snapped. "It's just that. . . Ah, hell it will disappoint the fans."
"No more than you being in a committed relationship. This BI loophole is hurting you. That's why Britney is still holding on like grim death."
Justin slumped into a chair. "Oh, damn."
JC put his hand on Justin's shoulder. "You're not so sure about coming out are you?"
"I told Peter I wasn't embarrassed of him and I'm not but. . . "
"But what?"
"That night at the party the things people said about other gay people. They hurt. Peter isn't my kept boy and he's not using me. I don't want people to think of Peter in that way." Justin looked up. "I love him, JC. People will say the most hurtful things about him. I need to keep that from Peter."
"Justin, Peter knows how to deal with people's opinions of him. Maybe it isn't Peter you are protecting."
"Then who?"
"You, Justin."
Justin stood up. "That's rubbish."
"No, it isn't. You've just found out that coming out won't be as easy as you thought it would be."
"JC, I am. . ."
". . .Justin Timberlake and nothing fazes you." JC took Justin by the shoulders. "Let it go, Justin. NSYNC is a group of five members. We don't need a leader."
"But. . ."
"Chris brought us together. Somehow through time the public seemed to place you in the foreground. It's a hard and lonely place, Justin. Give it up. Let people see that you do have feelings. You might disappoint fans that you and Peter are a couple but you will also show them the possibilities of love."
"I should be strong."
"No one can be strong all the time, Justin. I know that. And in fact there was a time I was disappointed in you."
Justin looked up surprised.
"But it was my fault. Even I started to believe all the hype about you. When you first saw Britney after you got together with Peter I thought you would stand up to her and say, 'This is Peter. We are in love.' But you didn't. You just caved in and ignored him."
"Britney caught me by surprise."
"You were scared, Justin. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Lance and I know what it is to be worried of people finding out about us. When it seemed that the interview had leaked, we were both frightened. In fact we still are. But coming out will be more positive than negative. I hope."
Justin still looked at the floor.
"You're just not ready to come out yet. It takes time."
"But I hate to have to hide my feelings."
"And you hate what people may think of Peter." JC patted Justin's back. "Once you come to grips with these issues you may be ready." JC pointed at Justin. "But don't do it alone. Talk with Peter. You can do this together, you know. And we're here for you, too."
"I know, JC. I guess I am a little jealous that you are doing it first." Justin smiled at JC. "I'm just being Timberlake again."
"Then look at it this way. What you and Peter have is the exact opposite of the stereotype. He's not supporting you so he's not a Daddy, he's older so he can't be a Boy-toy, he's not taking your money so he's not a gigolo and you both have your own lives so his isn't a sex-toy. You'll have everyone confused."
"Don't dismiss the sex-toy idea. When Peter said he had things to do I was surprised and just a little jealous. I guess I was taking him too literally that he will always being there for me. But I am glad that his meeting with Brian went well."
"Brian is lucky to have such an understanding older brother. Now if we can just bring the father around."
Justin started putting the audio tapes back in their boxes. "Did you find Phil good-looking?"
JC noticed the forced nonchalant tone in Justin's voice. "Yes he is. But don't worry, Justin, Peter came through with flying colors. There is nothing for you to be jealous of."
"I'm not jealous. I'm just. . ." he paused.
"Justin?"
Justin looked at JC. "Does Peter seem happy?"
"Yes, very happy. After all he has you. But why should he be otherwise?"
"It was just the past week I've been thinking. You know, we were separated all that time and Peter was on his own. I was just afraid. . ."
"Justin, Peter would never cheat on you. You know that."
"I know that, JC. It's just that Kevin hit on him and now this Phil. They didn't mean anything by it but. . ."
"With you out of the picture me might be tempted?"
Justin nodded. "It's only natural. Even with the mental connection jacking off isn't as satisfying as having sex. And he is gay."
"Justin," JC snapped. "I am ashamed of you falling for that old stereotype. Gay people can be monogamous. Look at Lance and I. Just because Peter's gay does not mean he will sleep around. He loves you too much."
"He does now."
"Damn it, Justin, stop this. You know better. Look at me, Justin."
Justin met JC's eyes.
"Peter will love you all of his life. Okay, he will run into handsome men from time to time but he will never cheat on you. So stop all the worrying. Like Peter told Lance, live your life in love not fear."
"I'm sorry, JC. I guess my vision isn't quite clear yet."
"That party must have really messed you up."
Justin nodded.
"You didn't have any doubts last night."
"It is just when I am apart from Peter I worry."
"He's only at Chris's mother's."
"JC, Kevin told me that there were plenty of guys out there who would snatch Peter up if we ever split up. I guess I'm just getting paranoid."
JC smiled. "You know how much Peter means to you and you're afraid of losing that." JC put his hand on Justin's shoulder. "If you haven't, that is a wonderful thing to hear from your lover. Sex is one thing. Hearing how much you feel about him is another."
Justin smiled and nodded. "I'll tell him."
"Often."
"Thanks, JC."
"No problem. Let's get ready for the meeting with John."
Chris pushed back his chair and stood up. He picked up his plate.
"I'll clean up, Mom. You two stay put."
Chris's Mom knew better than to argue. "Thank you, Chris."
Chris took his mother's plate and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He went into the kitchen.
"I suppose it would be redundant to say you're proud of him." Peter said.
"He's a good boy." She shook her head. "Listen to me, he's a good man."
Peter smiled. "I am still a boy to my mother. It must be a mothers' thing."
"I guess. But she must be proud of you, too. Justin would do any mother proud."
"Any of NSYNC would do a mother proud."
Chris's mother nodded.
"My parents still have a problem with the gay thing. Now that I have a lover it is even harder." Peter heard a sharp choking sound.
"Chris, are you all right?"
"Yes, Mom." He picked up Peter's plate and drinking glass and hurried back into the kitchen.
"Chris seems to takes good care of you."
"He always did, especially after his father left. He felt like he had to be the man of the house."
"Of course," Chris said entering the room. "I was the only male in the house."
"But you were so young. It wasn't fair."
"So were you, Mom." Chris looked at Peter. "My mother and I grew up together."
Chris's mother looked pained. "I wish you wouldn't say that."
"Why not? It's true. We learned a lot about life and surviving together."
"And look how it turned out." Peter said trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, thanks to my son."
"Oh, Mom. If you're going to talk like that, I'm leaving the room." Chris finished cleaning off the table and left.
Chris's mom looked at Peter. "I mean that. Chris helped me turn my life around. I owe a lot to him."
Peter nodded. "I know what you mean."
"It might not seem like it but Chris is a proud person. It hurt him so much to be poor. Well, it hurt him that he wasn't like the other kids. He wanted to fit in so badly."
Peter almost said, 'Been there. Done that.' but decided against it.
"In fact when he was going to school I found out during lunch he'd shoot baskets in the gym. I didn't know why he wasn't eating because with our family situation he didn't have to pay for his lunch. Then I found out he had to say 'free lunch' in order to get it. Chris couldn't do that in front of the other kids so he didn't eat and shot baskets rather than to go through that humiliation." Chris's mother's voice cracked. "That's when I decided to go back to school and get a good job." Chris's mother smiled. "And I did. All thanks to Chris."
Peter nodded. "I have always admired you doing that. I've heard about Chris's background when he was growing up. We weren't so bad off but my mother raised me and my brother pretty much on her own."
"Your father. . ?"
"He's a military man. Actually he wasn't cut out for fatherhood so he ran back to a more orderly life. He's back with my mother now that I have moved away." Peter baulked. "I mean, now that I won't be close to look after my mother."
Chris's mother smiled. "I see. But you said that you owed Chris a lot. May I ask what?"
Peter spread out his arms. "All this. I would have never even met NSYNC if it wasn't for Chris."
"I thought it was because you rescued JC."
"It was before that. If Chris hadn't followed me home after I had projected to JC and Lance's hotel room they never had known where I lived."
"Projected?"
Peter paled. He had said too much. Well, the cat was out of the bag.
"I don't know if you'd heard of Astral Projection."
She shook her head.
"It's an ability I have. I can project my consciousness out of my body. I become sort of a ghost. I went to Lance and JC's hotel to see them close up. I was a complete klutz. They weren't supposed to see my but they did. When I left, without me knowing it, Chris followed me home."
"You mean that my son. . . "
"Can astral project? Yes, Mom." Chris stepped from the doorway.
"I am so sorry, Chris. It just slipped out."
Chris sat at the table. "Its okay, Peter. I should have told her before."
Chris's mother shook her head. "You do some crazy things but this?"
Chris took her hand. "How do you think I stay so connected to you and my sisters when I travel?
"Well, you do know when to phone home."
"Now you know why. I'd pop home from time to time."
"But, Chris, when did you learn to do this?"
"When we were touring all over in Europe I missed you so badly. I kept wishing I could be with you or a least see you. Every day when I went to bed I concentrated on you. I tried to project my thoughts so you could feel how badly I missed you. One night I suddenly found myself looking down at myself in bed. It scared me at first but then I could see that I was still breathing.
After some experimental trips I tried to project home. It took a few attempts but I soon did it. At first it was so good just to see you. But then I could also see when you were lonely or upset and when I got back, when I had the chance I'd call you."
"Do you mean you were actually here with me and your sisters?"
"Yes, in spirit more or less. Don't you remember feeling like I was in the room with you?"
Chris's mother's eyes misted over. "Yes, it did feel like you were with me at times. I just thought it was my imagination."
"It wasn't Mom."
Chris's mother gave Chris a hug and a kiss. "You're always looking out for us, aren't you?" Chris's mother sat back down and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry to get so emotional in front of a guest."
Peter smiled. "Don't be. Your relationship is special."
"So, how did Chris help you? You said he followed you home."
"Why don't you, Chris." Peter gestured for Chris to go ahead. "You were there."
"It is a bit personal."
"It is also the past. Shoot."
"Well, my room was next to JC and Lance's. Peter being new at projecting was all over the place. He ended up in my room several times. I wanted to make sure he got home okay. So I followed him."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Just that?"
"Okay, I wanted to check you out. You were messing with my bros I felt I had good enough reason."
Peter nodded. "You did."
"And what did you find?" Chris's mother asked smiling at Peter.
Chris paused.
"Go ahead, Chris." Peter said.
"I found a very lonely gay man with very poor self esteem. But it was the sobbing that really made me want to help you."
Peter blushed slightly. "Oh, that's right. It was one of my bad days."
"Did you often cry?" Chris's mother asked softly.
"He wasn't crying he was sobbing." Chris added.
Peter shrugged. "It was supposed to be this wonderful night when I got to see NSYNC up close. But nothing turned out like I wanted it to."
Chris's mother put her hand on Peter's.
Chris grinned. "Oh, I won't say that. Look at you now."
Peter smiled. "Thanks to you."
Chris's mother was eager. "Get back to the story."
"I wanted to help Peter. I just didn't know how. So I connected with you. I finally got you calmed down enough so you could sleep."
"You connected with me? That was you."
Chris nodded.
"I had such wonderful dreams that night. I thank you for that, too."
Chris pulled a face. "I can't stand to see a grown gay man cry. So anyway I never dreamed that you would save JC the next day. Everything just fell into place. Of course, I had to drag Peter kicking and screaming to meet the guys."
"I was shy."
Chris laughed. "That's putting it mildly. But you were also embarrassed about 'intruding' into JC and Lance's room."
"But look at you now, Peter." Chris's mother smiled. "You've even come out on TV."
"I have NSYNC to thank for that."
"And you and Justin?" Chris's mother asked.
Peter blushed a bit. "That is another story. Let's just say Justin has issues to resolve and he knew he could trust me. I think falling love was a surprise to us both."
Chris's mother patted Peter's hand again. "Now I see why you get on so with NSYNC. You both give and take. NSYNC has been good for you and you have been good for NSYNC." A smirk formed across Chris's mother's lips. "And you give my son a run for his money. I've heard that there are two jokesters now."
"Mom."
"Oh, come on Chris. I'm your mother. You can't hide things from me. Just now you almost choked because you wanted to make a joke when Peter said it was harder with a lover. A phallic joke I would assume?"
"Mom," Chris tried to sound shocked. He sighed. "There is no fooling mothers is there."
"Nope, not in the slightest," Chris's mother smiled knowingly. "And just to prove how cool your mother can be I have a joke I think Peter might like."
"Sure," Peter sat back.
Chris's mother began.
"An officer was assigned to an island in the Pacific. He had just arrived and was being shown around the island by another officer.
"We don't see much action but I think you will like it here. Everyone really looks forward to the weekends. They make up for everything. On Fridays the natives cook this big feast with meats, fruits and food of every kind plus a homebrew that will knock your socks off. It's a real good time."
The newcomer seemed embarrassed. "I'm afraid I am not much for fancy food and drink. I've never been a big eater."
"That's okay because there is Saturday. We all go into town and the native girls play host. They are very friendly, if you know what I mean. Everyone just loves Saturdays."
Again the newcomer was embarrassed. "I'm not sure I could do that. I am not that good with the opposite sex."
The officer looked the newcomer up and down. "Are you gay?" He asked.
"Good heavens, no!" The newcomer replied.
The officer shrugged, "Then you won't like Sundays either."
The three of them sat laughing.
"That will never happen in the military." Chris chuckled.
Peter smiled. "I wish it would. Think of the morale."
"But gays in the military? You're father should know that will never happen."
"Oh, its just the straights worried about an armed gay guy going 'Remember in high school when you called me 'fag'?' Bang!"
"But, Chris," His mother added. "Everyone should be able to fight for his or her country."
"Hey, it's creepy enough traveling with three gays and one BI in close quarters."
"Chris!" His mother snapped.
"Its okay, I know Chris is joking." Peter turned to Chris. "It's not any creepier than rubbing elbows with two heteros!" Peter shot back. "Then there is listening to you and Joey boasting about your exploits." Peter shuttered. "That time with you, the three stewardess and that gallon of yogurt. I almost lost my lunch with that one."
"Chris?"
"He's just joking, Mom. Honest. Tell her Peter."
Peter looked sternly at Chris.
Chris was getting nervous. "It didn't happen I swear. Okay, it did but she was a waitress and it was chocolate sauce."
Both Chris's mother and Peter looked surprised.
"I'm joking!" Chris snapped.
Peter and Chris's mother burst out laughing.
"Between the two of you NSYNC surely has its hands full."
Chris winked and smiled at Peter. "That's why I recruited him."
Chris turned down the car radio. "Peter, are you going to put that bit about my past on the website?"
"Not if you don't want me to. But I think the fans would take it very well. It's an inspiring story."
"I guess."
"You guess!" Peter thought a bit. "Tell you what I'll let you have final edit. Okay? I'll only post what you approve."
"Deal."
Peter watched the scenery going by. "So what is this meeting with John all about?"
"We're going over the final details for the Larry King Show. You know airline tickets, hotel rooms and the like."
"So the big day is getting close. JC and Lance must be very nervous."
"You've seen them more than we have."
"Well, then they are hiding it well."
"I think it will go all right."
"So do I."
Both sincerely hoped that they were right.
End part 38
Okay, I know not much happened this part. But you have to get through the boring to get to the excitement. The next part I promise more drama if I haven't lost you already. But the sex was good right? Right? Anyway let me know what you think at pete1211@aol.com.
On to writing part 39.