Lance Jc and Astral Fan

Sorry it took so long, but here it is Part 57.

This story is pure bullshit. Not a hint of the real world anywhere. So don't you believe a word of it. This author has no knowledge what so ever so he can't know anything about NSYNC and Backstreet Boys and their sexual orientation can he? This is just a work of his own twisted and demented imagination. Because of his twisted imagination there will be graphic descriptions of gay sex. They expect everyone to be gay don't they? Especially if they are a hunk. (Well, it would be a waste of time fantasying about them if they weren't a hunk wouldn't it?) So most decent people will stop reading now and go on to more worthy pursuits. In fact the author is so warped he's going to plunge into the sex right away because he thinks no one has ever done that before. Read on if you dare.

JC let out a groan of pleasure as he felt Lance's cock sink deep inside him. He grabbed the handrail on the wall and pushed back against Lance. Lance's slow deep strokes were feeling so good. JC felt Lance's hands sliding over his wet skin. Now in the shower their skin was slippery and so sexy. Lance could press harder than he usually would and his hands would slide across JC's body easily. Plus the water raining down on him added to a whole body experience.

JC felt Lance's warmth as he leaned in to kiss JC's shoulders and lick his ear.

"Hm?"

"Mm!" JC moaned arching his back and pressing back matching Lance's rhythm.

Lance's hands dropped to JC's hips as he drove his cock deep into his lover. He noticed JC's knuckles go white as he clutched at the handrail. What a good idea it was to have them installed in all the bathrooms. The workmen thought JC and Lance were making their showers handicapped accessible for all sorts of kindly reasons for their guests or for future owners. If they had only known.

JC's head was almost doing circles as he reacting to the good fucking he was getting.

Lance moved one hand to start stroking JC`s cock.

"Mmm, Lance."

Lance leaned close again. JC turned his head so they could kiss. JC was already panting so the kiss was in short installments. Lance used his one free hand to run his fingers through JC's hair. Now that it was wet it was its normal curly state. How Lance loved it like this. . . Nah, Lance loved every way JC changed his look. Clean shaven or scrubby stubble, long hair or short, straight hair or curly, full chin hair or just that one thin line of beard on the chin, JC was just plain sexy anyway he looked and Lance sort of liked the variation.

JC's hands clamped on Lance's butt cheeks. He could feel the muscle power behind the cock being thrust deeply into him. JC pulled Lance to him willing him even deeper.

Lance thrust back faster. JC's hands once more locked on the handrail.

Lance felt the thrill as his cock slipped deep into JC's warm and tight insides. He watched as JC's head dropped down and JC gave an ecstatic moan. This also gave Lance a thrill. It wasn't just the pure pleasure of his cock in JC's tight ass. It was the affect on JC that also added to the excitement and the joy of making love together. Lance leaned down and wrapped his arm around JC's torso. His other hand he kept jacking JC off.

JC turned his head. Lance knew the code and they kissed.

JC pulled back. "Oh, Lance!"

"Sh." Lance whispered.

JC understood. No dirty talk this time. This was just their love being played out. JC moaned happily as Lance rubbed hard on a nipple. Damn, Lance really had learned to jack JC off. Lance's fingers knew just the right spots to caress. They rubbed over the mushroom head and slid down the hard shaft to it's very base then up again. JC even wished that some night Lance would just jerk him off. Lance did it so well. But then again it wasn't just the hand job that was sending JC into ecstasy. Lance's cock hit that right spot again. JC raised his head and groaned.

Lance gave little kisses and sucked lightly all over JC's neck. He knew better than causing a hicky. The teasing they got from the guys when they let it happen once. JC still pressed back against Lance. He matched Lance stroke for stroke. JC had become a real passionate bottom. God, how Lance loved that. Lance closed his eyes and concentrated on JC's tight warmth clamping around his cock.

"Oh, Lance." JC let go of the hand rail and stood up.

Lance felt JC press back against his body. His hand took Lance's wrist to keep him stroking his cock. JC's body went tense. JC's head fell back onto Lance's shoulder.

"Oh, my. . !"

Lance peered over JC's shoulder. Tendrils of white pulsed from JC's cock. JC shook and trembled in Lance's arms. Lance tweaked JC's nipple. JC shuddered and groaned. Lance held JC tighter in his embrace as JC's knees shook with the climax. After several more strokes on his cock JC's hand patted Lance's wrist. Lance knew to stop stroking. JC's cock was too sensitive now. He took to running his hands over JC's wet skin. JC relaxed in Lance's arms still panting. Lance still kissed JC's neck and back. Finally JC turned his head so they could kiss properly.

After a time JC leaned forward. He took the hold of the handrail. JC lowered his back into a nice curved position so it ended with JC's ass sticking up high. This was Lance's cue.

Lance still took slow long thrusts into JC but his passion was growing. JC's knuckles grew white as he clutched the handrail. With JC's climax Lance knew his wasn't far behind. He could feel the stirrings already. Again he leaned forward and took JC into his arms. He nibbled JC's ear and kissed his neck.

Feeling the warmth of JC's body was finally too much. A few more thrusts and Lance couldn't hold out anymore.

"Oh, Josh," Lance panted in JC's ear.

One final thrust and Lance exploded inside JC.

JC could feel Lance's arms hold him tighter and tighter as Lance's climax surged through him. JC tightened his ass muscles.

"Ga. . !" Lance pulled JC even closer to him. The surges of pure joy blasting through him as his cock shot off inside his lover.

Then slowly the surges abated. Lance relaxed but he still held JC close in his arms.

After some time JC stood up. Lance reluctantly did the same. JC turned around and kissed Lance with a passion. Lance let his tongue find JC's. After several moments they parted.

"That was so good, lover." JC took Lance back into his arms.

Lance laughed with joy and the thought. "You're really becoming a power bottom."

JC laughed, "So you noticed?"

"Ah-huh!" Lance grinned.

"What can I say? You keep doing me better and better." JC's expression delighted Lance. "I can't believe I used to let you have most of the fun."

"Well, we learn from each other don't we?"

JC kissed Lance again. "Hm and don't I love it."

Peter pulled through the gate into the driveway. He had to maneuver around a truck with a ramp out that was parked there already. He just noticed two men going around the side of the house with moving equipment.

"Looks like they're moving you out already," Justin joked.

As they got out of the car Peter nodded to the name on the side of the truck 'Acme Vending and Games'. "They're changing over the video games."

They started for the front door.

Justin rubbed his hands together in mock excitement. "I hope its one of those martial arts fighting games."

"And I thought NSYNC was supposed to have a non-violent image."

"Oh, it's not the violence. It's the shirtless muscle guys I like. They may be just computer graphics but some of those guys are hot."

"Mm, 98 Degrees did a video where they were players in video games. It was 100 percent Pure American Beefcake."

Justin stopped, "Should I be jealous?"

"Trust me, Justin to me those men are like a museum of art. Lots to look at but no touching. And I'll try to ignore that computer graphics guys get you hot."

As they continued to the door Justin explained, "They don't get me hot they just are hot to look at."

"Yes and I will be checking your button pushing fingers for blisters or calluses."

As they came through the door JC and Lance hurried passed on their way downstairs.

Peter pointed to the van in the driveway. "Throwing me out already?"

JC replied, "No, Peter, we're getting rid of the video games.

Peter and Justin fell into step with JC and Lance.

"Getting rid of," Peter said. "I thought you just exchanged them from time to time."

"Not this time."

Justin was surprised. "But, JC you pride yourself at being so good at them."

"Yes, a little too much pride."

"Well, you nearly always beat everyone. You love to tease people about that."

"Yeah and there is a thin line between teasing and being too smug."

They came into the room just as the workmen were taking the video game out the back door.

"You weren't smug, JC." Justin said. "You have fast reflexes."

"Well I don't," Lance added.

Peter nudged Lance. "I bet JC is glad you don't have a gag reflex."

Lance blushed.

Justin elbowed Peter.

"Ow. Sorry."

JC watched the video game go. "Well, I learned my lesson. The ceremony is just days away and I was thinking of just myself. I'd rather have something down here that Lance and I can both enjoy."

Peter looked shocked, "You're putting in a sex playroom? Lance, I didn't think that little bit of leather would lead to this."

"No," Lance smirked. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Hm, it's not long enough for a bowling alley."

JC shook his head, "Nah, John's been there done that. I was thinking more about gaming tables. You know, like roulette or craps."

Peter leaned to Justin. "There's that scatology kink again."

JC rubbed his chin. "You know, Lance maybe we should move Peter out now," Peter raised his hand, "Okay, I'll stop. But JC, you really loved playing video games."

"Sorry, I have to concentrate and think as a couple from now on."

Lance said, "But you write music. I can't do that."

"But you sing the bass so well and I can't do that. But you mix the two together and what a team." Then JC noticed them bringing in another video game. "Excuse me but I didn't want a replacement."

"Sure you did," Lance said. "Well, I did. Actually, we have compromised."

"What?" JC snapped. He took a breath. JC didn't want to get into it with the workmen there.

"If you don't want it they can take it back."

The movers looking a little weary of having to lug the machine out again as they set it down. JC noticed the markings on the side.

"Ms. Pacman? Isn't that a little old fashioned?"

"Why not?" asked Lance. "It has nostalgic feel to it."

JC saw where Lance was going. "And you were very good playing it as I recall."

"See, win-win." Lance smiled. "These new video games are so involved. Up, down, right and left now that I can handle."

Justin leaned in to Peter, "It's the perfect game for a gay couple. Ms. Pacman is only Pacman in drag."

Lance spun around and glared.

Justin stepped timidly back. "Sorry."

Lance turned back to JC.

JC saw the anxious look Lance was giving him. "Okay, it stays."

The movers gave a sigh of relief. They plugged in the video game then took their moving equipment back out to the truck.

After they were gone JC turned to Lance. He crossed his arms. "We compromised? I don't remember that discussion."

"Okay, I compromised." Lance said, "You like video games so much and the thought just sort of came to me to find one that I was good at as well."

"When did you have time? I called right after breakfast." JC glanced at Peter and Justin. "We were, ah, busy until then."

Lance blushed. "I thought of it in the shower. It was while I was. . . " Lance grew redder. "It just came to me."

The three of them suppressed a chuckle.

"I mean. It was just I couldn't, ah talk to you about the idea right then and later I sort of got distracted."

Peter couldn't hold it in anymore. "Lance Bass, Ms. Pacman is almost a gay porn video game, right?" He laughed. "All those balls getting swallowed and those cherries that turn the ghosts blue. Sigmund Freud would have loved it. Of course there are the ghosts chasing you to kill you but you can turn them blue and chase them. Sort of seducing a straight guy fantasy or at least revenge against homophobia."

JC hadn't been listening. He took Lance's chin and raised his head. "So I sort of inspired you?"

Lance nodded.

"Then I was a part of the discussion in a way. I approve."

Lance smiled. "Good."

JC gestured to the video game, "Be the first, Lance. It was your idea."

"Do we have time?"

"For a quick one."

Justin grabbed Peter's shoulder and turned to leave. "We'll be upstairs."

"A quick video game." JC snapped.

"Oh." Justin turned back.

Lance pointed. "Peter has corrupted you too although you're not quite as bad as he and Chris."

Peter pouted, "Thanks a lot."

JC winked at Lance, "See what I mean?"

Lance pressed a button. The music played.

"Oh, I forgot about that theme song." Lance started to play. He remembered all the sounds that game made. "You don't hear those sounds anymore. You could tell what game people were playing from the sounds. Oh, damn." There was an accompanying mournful music. "I've lost my touch."

"Wouldn't that make death so much nicer?" Pete said, "When it's your time to die you get a little music played then 'Game over'."

Lance started to get his form back. "I miss these old sounds. The game made its own music. It didn't have just background music. You could tell when the game started and when the game is over just by the sounds."

Peter shook his head, "In my case it was "ta-da" "wah-wah","ta-da" "wah-wah","ta-da" "wah-wah". I am really lousy at video games."

Lance slapped the controls. "Ah, no, oh rats." The video games music almost was deriding. "This game used to be so good to me. Oh, well. The game is over."

JC had been staring off thinking then suddenly.

"Lance, that's it!" JC almost shouted. "The start for my song, it's perfect! I needed a hook. Old video game sounds. That would be different and unique. I'll change the title to fit the video game motif the game is over. It's perfect." JC took Lance in his arms. "See you do write music." JC gave Lance a peck on the cheek.

Lance almost beamed. "Well at least I inspire it."

Justin looked at his watch, "Maybe we should inspire ourselves over to John's."

John shuffled the pieces of paper of his desk. "Well, things are getting back to normal. But we have been getting a lot of requests for interviews."

Chris stood up and bowed. "Thank you. Thank you." He put his hands out. "One at a time now. No pushing."

John smirked, "Are you gay now too?"

"No way," Chris replied.

"Then it's not you who they are asking for. Sit down."

"Rats," Chris flopped into his chair.

"Then it's Justin?" Peter asked with a trace of excitement in his voice. This could mean Justin was getting accepted by the public.

"Not just Justin." John smiled at Peter. "No one knew who to contact so they sent the interview requests in through us. Some don't mention Justin at all but I don't mind in this case."

Peter's jaw dropped. "You mean me?"

"Why not? You two created quite the scene. Justin comes out and you defeated the great Reverend Welks. You're big news."

Peter looked surprised. "But interviews with just me?"

"Why not?" John searched through his papers. Finally frustrated he punched the intercom.

Soon a voice said, "Yes, Mr. Wright?"

"That current interview schedule I can't find it."

"That's because I am waiting for the last few notices from you so I can update it."

"Oh, sorry," John grabbed several sheets of paper. "Be right back." He left the office.

Lance patted Peter on the back. "See? We told you, you have your own fans."

"Yeah, fans." Peter sat staring off blankly.

Lance waved his hand before Peter's face, "Hello? Are you all right?"

Joey sighed, "It's just nerves. Peter's shyness is kicking in again."

Peter mumbled to himself "I'll just have to be careful."

JC raised his voice a bit. "Peter?"

Peter suddenly looked around. "Oh, sorry, I was miles away. I'm back. And Joey it is not my shyness. I just feel a little uneasy that's all."

Lance nodded knowingly. "I'm sure Justin will be there with you. If not Justin one of us can go with you. You don't have to do these alone."

Peter shook his head. "It's not that. I just want to be sure I don't give off the wrong impression."

Justin smiled. "I'm sure they will see the real you."

"Justin, it isn't even about that. I just don't want to piss anybody off."

Lance was surprised, "Who would get mad at you?"

"Welks's followers or the Religious Right at least."

"So what?" Joey sneered, "He was a jerk. He got everything he deserved. I don't know why you are worried of ruffling those people's feathers."

John returned to the office. "I agree with Peter."

"What?"

Peter nodded. "Thanks, John. Now I know I'm not being paranoid."

Joey shook his head. "Why am I sensing some plot that I can't see?"

John sat at his desk. "What if Welks would have won and he goes on TV boasting of his victory. How would you feel?"

"I'd be pissed. I'd want to get back at him so bad."

John sat back in his chair, "So the shoe is on the other foot."

"Shoe is right we kicked their. . ."

"Joey," JC interrupted. "I think I see where Peter and John are coming from." JC pointed, "Shut up, Chris."

Chris suddenly grinned. "I don't even have to say the jokes out loud anymore. You think them in your head. What power!"

Joey frowned, "I don't see what is wrong with showing the good guys won. Why is everybody suddenly afraid to say we really kicked butt?"

JC began, "We're not afraid of telling the world that the good guys won, but it is how we tell it."

Joey shrugged, "I'm confused." He pointed. "Don't say it, Chris."

Chris sat back grinning. He crossed his arms. "This is better than projecting."

Peter explained. "I don't mind them asking me of the trial. I just don't want them to make a big thing out of it."

Joey sat bolt upright. "Big thing?! You beat that bastard and proved it was a set-up. You were the first. I`d be yelling it from the housetops."

"I can't do that," Peter said softly. "Not with the idea of retaliation."

"Welks is finished. His followers are leaderless. They are no threat."

"And what about my brother?" Peter said.

"What about him?" Joey replied.

"I threw him out of the house and twice he has tried to get his revenge on me."

"So?"

"He's family, Joey. The Religious Right is not. If my own brother has gone to such lengths to get back at me for what I did to him what of the Reverend Welks's followers? I am nothing to them but a homosexual who brought shame on their cause. Not just their leader but their cause and their beliefs. I will do the interviews but I will not boast about what happened. I'll even play it down if I have to."

Joey tried one last time. "But we won!"

"So we won. Good for us. But I will not boast about it."

Joey turned away angry.

JC looked at Joey, "Joey, I always joked about how good I was at video games. How did you feel about that?"

"You were just joking."

"And you didn't try a little harder the next time to beat me."

Joey didn't say anything.

"You didn't resent is in the slightest?"

Joey looked up, "JC, you are a brother to me I wouldn't. . ."

"Never, Joey?"

Joey lay back on the couch. "Okay, sometimes, but it didn't last for long. I knew you were kidding."

John sat forward, "And the Religious Right? Do you think they are as forgiving?"

Joey smiled slightly, "Oh, they are very forgiving and at least they always talk about forgiveness, but they do know how to carry a grudge."

Peter watched Joey's face. "So do you see why I want to down play our victory? If I come off as pompous or arrogant we may only light another fire under them."

Joey nodded. "Okay, Peter, do it your way. We're used to that. But can I still raise a beer to you, our winning out in the end?"

Chris clicked his tongue. "Again? You`ve been doing that for two days. Three cases of beer later. . ."

John cut them off, "So, Peter, you will do the interviews?"

Peter's eyes were on Justin, "Sure. They want to know me so I should give them what they want."

Justin pointed. "One word from you, Chris." Justin warned.

Chris tipped his head back and almost laughed. "This is so great! They`re making up their own jokes and imagining they are coming from me." Chris thought for a moment. He pointed a warning finger, "They had better be funny though. I deserve that."

John shook his head and sighed. "Okay, back to the agenda. How are the songs coming? JC?"

"One I have finished and thanks to Lance with a little sound remix the second is close too."

John smiled. "Way to go, Lance."

Lance blushed slightly.

"Justin?"

"Just a little melody refining and mine should be ready."

John sat back, "Good, the album is coming along fine and ahead of schedule. I have to say it you guys really work hard and produce on time. It is a pleasure being your manager."

"Hey, you're booking his interviews so you're Peter's manager now too."

"That right," John smiled at Peter.

Peter looked embarrassed, "But then you need to be paid."

"Nonsense, Peter. It's only a few interviews not a career. Besides you're a big perk for Justin here."

Chris leaned to Joey, "Peter's a big what?"

"Perk, Chris. You on the other hand are spelled a little different."

John ignored the interchange. "Don't worry about it, Peter. I am glad to arrange the interviews. You deserve the publicity."

"I don't want the publicity but what can I do?"

John shook his head, "You were the one put on trial, remember? This publicity is about how you won out. Justin is just an added topic."

"There are so many girls that are pissed at me for stealing Justin from them."

"And guys too, Peter," JC added. "Don't leave the gays out."

Peter looked a little nervous. "I think I might need a bodyguard."

Chris grinned, "But you were our bodyguard so you can act as your own bodyguard. And it's cheaper for John."

John sat forward, "It can be arranged, Peter if you think you'll need it."

"Maybe just when Justin and I go out in public. I can't see why I would need one."

"Don't worry," Justin began acting butch. "I'll protect you."

"I think Peter is right," John said, "when you and Peter go out I want a bodyguard assigned."

Justin began to protest.

"Just for a short time until we test the waters. I'm sure neither of you wants something to happen."

Justin reluctantly nodded.

"Good. Then I think this meeting is over."

Peter turned the corner and ran smack into a person.

"Well, well, Peter you just can't stay out of my arms," Kevin joked. "But I have Howie now. You know that."

Peter stepped back from Kevin blushing. "Ha-ha, very funny."

Brian quipped. "Now we know Peter doesn't know everything. He can go through walls but he can't see around corners."

"Maybe we should ask Peter." AJ said. "If he can find a stuffed rabbit he could find the photos."

"You've lost something?" Peter asked.

"We haven't. Brian has."

"I did not. I set them down on the speaker and now they're gone."

"That's your story." Nick chided.

"And I am sticking to it," Brian shot back.

"Just admit that you lost them."

"I did not lose them. I told the photographer I'd take care of them. I put them were I could keep my eye on them."

"Anymore bright ideas, Brian?" Nick smirked.

"Don't worry," AJ added. "They can just reprint them from the negatives."

"That's not the point." Brian insisted.

Peter couldn't stand the arguing. "Well, if you want me to help," Peter interrupted, "I'll need the whole story."

They all started talking at once.

"Hey!" AJ spread out his arms.

They all fell quiet.

"I'll tell him. We did this fancy photo shoot. They just got the proofs back from the lab and we wanted to see them. Brian took charge of the photos and brought them to our rehearsal room so we all could look at them. When we got through with rehearsals they were gone."

"Stolen?" Peter asked.

"Nah, this is John's place. There is no public allowed. Besides who would want to steal them?"

"I don't know," Kevin winked, "Howie looked sexy in his boxers."

"Boxers?" Peter said surprised. "What kind of fancy photo shoot was this? This wasn't Calvin Klein was it?"

"No, we were dressed up in black suits and ties and the photographer says, "Think Classy" so Nick here drops his pants."

Peter smiled, "He would wouldn't he?"

Well, the photographer liked the idea. So we tried to look very sophisticated and bored with our pants around our ankles."

"Hm," Peter rubbed his chin trying to keep from smiling. "I can think of a few people who'd love to get a hold of those pictures. You guys in boxers that's hot."

"Nah," AJ replied, "Brian just moved them and doesn't remember where."

Brian was getting angry. "I didn't touch them once I placed them on the speaker."

"Well, then someone did." Howie said, "And it wasn't any of us."

"I wasn't accusing any of you." Brian replied.

"It sure sounds like it."

Peter held up a hand, "Whoa, calm down. I take it you searched the entire rehearsal room."

"I looked everywhere." Brian snapped.

"Everyone looked?"

"No, just me." Brian said. "I was responsible for them."

"Well, maybe you missed them," Peter suggested. "It sometimes happens when you get distraught."

Brian said loudly. "I am not distraught!"

Everyone just looked at him.

Brian took a breath and relaxed slightly, "Okay, maybe I am a little. I am not in the habit of losing things."

Peter spoke calming, "Let's go back and all look. That way we can be sure they're not still there."

Brian gave in. "Okay, but this is a waste of time."

They had barely started down the hall when Wade came quickly toward them. He held a manila envelope in his hand.

"Here you left these in the rehearsal room. I knew you'd be looking for them."

"Where were they?" Brian asked as he took the envelope.

Wade replied. "On top of the left playback speaker."

"I looked there. I looked everywhere." Brian said. "They were on top of the speaker?" Brian asked still not believing.

Wade explained. "I went back to lock up the rehearsal room and I saw them on the speaker. I knew they were important so I brought them to you."

"But I searched that whole room."

"Well," Peter began, "Maybe someone wanted to look at the photos while you were practicing. You were finished when that person returned so they put the photos back where they found them. Then Wade came through the room saw the envelope and returned the photos to you."

Brian signed, "I suppose that's what happened but you would have thought we would have seen someone else enter the room."

Wade grinned, "Not the way I rehearse you."

"Who cares," Kevin said. "You have the photos back. It is no longer an issue."

"I'd get those back to the photographer before something else happens to them." Nick said.

Brian shook his head, "I must be losing my mind."

"Better that than the photos."

"This is so Twilight Zonish."

"Come on," AJ took Brian by the arm and Howie took Brian's other arm.

Kevin stood behind Brian, "I'll watch your back. We'll make it back to the photographers with the photos no matter what."

They started down the hall. Nick stayed by Peter.

"I'll catch you up."

Peter wondered if Nick was still sorry about his attempt at a three way or maybe something about the trial. So he was surprised by the question.

"How well do you know Hugh?"

"About as well as he let's people know him. But he is honest and trustworthy."

"He's leaving in a few days."

Peter thought he heard Nick's voice crack.

"Yeah, we'll miss him. He has been so helpful."

"Yeah," Nick fell silent.

"Oh, god yeah!" Nick watched as his cock slipped between Hugh's lips. He could feel Hugh's tongue hitting every sensitive inch of its hard flesh. It had never been like this. Hugh's hands caressed Nick's whole body. This was the most intense blow job Nick had ever gotten. Damn, Hugh was so wonderful.

Nick's hand found Hugh's cock and he began stroking it. Then came another wave of pleasure and Nick couldn't stand it anymore. He had to repay Hugh for what he was doing to Nick. Nick twisted around so they were head to toe and Nick took Hugh's cock in his mouth let it slip in deep. The muffled groan that came from Hugh encouraged Nick on.

"Nick?" Peter asked softly.

Nick looked up. "Do you know of anyway to get him to stay? I've run out of ideas."

"Hugh is too much of a free spirit. He goes where he pleases. He's a really great guy isn't he? He did so much for me."

Nick just nodded.

"Did you know he was my first time? So I was at least open to the idea of sex when Justin came along."

"I was open to the idea but Hugh added the tenderness to it. It was so different with Hugh."

"Hugh really cares about people."

Peter saw the mixture of tears and anger in Nick's eyes. "Then why won't he stay?"

"Do you want him to stay for the sex or to be near him?"

Nick looked at the floor. "I don't know."

Nick lay on his stomach at the edge of the bed. He whimpered as Hugh's cock sank deeply into him sending thrill after thrill through every nerve. Nick's hands tightened on the sheets. He pulled the sheets loose from the bed in his ecstasy and they lay tangled around him but Nick barely noticed. Another plunge of Hugh's cock and another wave of pure joy flooded Nick's body. God, Nick could get used to this!

The whole night flipped through Nick's thoughts. So many positions. Nick had never changed positions so often during one bout of sex. Each one seemed to feel that much better. Hugh's cock found new places that sent surges of pleasure racing through Nick's body.

Then suddenly Nick felt the beginning of his climax. He felt lightheaded as if he might faint. Whatever had built up began it surge through his body like an enormous wave. He was engulfed and swept away by it. Then pure joy shot through every fiber of his being. It was a mixture of pleasure and a slight pain. His body was bursting with ecstasy. His joy was issuing out from him. Nick managed to pry his eyes open. His cock was spraying cum everywhere. Hugh was still over him thrusting like mad into his ass. One more glance at his cock covering his stomach with cum and Nick closed his eyes again. It had never been like this before. Then Nick had never held out so long before. He never wanted this to end.

As his climax passed Nick found himself laughing. He felt so good.

"I'm sorry, Hugh, I am not laughing at you." Nick managed to say.

Hugh chuckled. "You're laughing because of me. Good. Mind if I join you?"

Hugh threw his head back and Nick felt Hugh's cock throb inside of him. Nick watched Hugh's face as he climaxed. This was too wonderful. Nick couldn't let this end. He had to make Hugh stay. He needed this. This was what sex was all about. He'd make Hugh stay. Nick Carter wanted him to.

"Hugh?"

"Please, don't Nick." Hugh sat up. He gave Nick a kiss. "I should get going."

"Do you have to?"

"I have to."

Nick grinned, "How about a goodbye fuck?"

"I'm all fucked out. Besides you're just trying to delay this. I have to get going." Hugh got out of bed.

"You can stay here in Orlando. I'll help you out in any way I can."

Hugh started to get dressed. "I just wanted to make sure you were back on your feet after what you girlfriend did to you. You're back on your feet."

"But I don't want to be. I want to be on my back with my feet in the air."

Hugh smiled, "Nick, you can find lots of people that would love to be with you with your feet in the air."

All kidding vanished, "But they're not you."

Hugh chuckled. "There is nothing really special about me."

"But it was special. It has never been like that before. I don`t want to lose this."

"It's in your memory, Nick. You can't lose it there. Besides there will be other lovers."

"They won't be you. I wish you'd reconsider."

"They will be different from me, Nick. They will be able to stay with you and be with you. I'm not ready for a relationship yet, Nick. But I am flattered."

Nick frowned, "So it was all about sex then."

Hugh smiled, "What do you think?"

"Okay, you taught me a lot about sex and myself. It's just you are a tough act to follow."

"I'm just the preface. You BI love life is just beginning." Hugh waved his hand and chuckled. "No offence, just remember sex is like making a quiche."

Nick almost laughed, "You're kidding."

"I'm serious. Too many people start making a quiche and then say, 'This is taking too long I just have scrambled eggs'."

"I've never heard any complaint from anyone who had sex with me."

"Well, that's because you have never complained."

"Me?"

"Nick, you know as well as I do you could just stand there even fully clothed and the other person could masturbate to orgasm and you'd still be the greatest lover. You come with a lot of fantasies included. Just seeing you sets a lot of people off."

Nick smirked, "You mean I should remember we are having sex together and its not just sex with Nick Carter."

"You said it not me." Hugh continued getting dressed.

Nick thought for a minute. "Peter said something about sometimes Justin was just Justin not Justin Timberlake."

"Exactly. Stop being Nick Carter letting someone have sex with him and just be Nick having sex with someone he wants to have sex with. And that means letting go of what you think your fans think you should do. That is way too many people for one bed."

"I'm going to miss you, Hugh."

Hugh went to the bed. "And you think I wont? Ive had sex with the great Nick Carter."

"Please, make that just Nick."

Hugh smiled. "Now you are learning." He gave Nick a kiss. "They're out there, Nick the ones who will love you for you. You'll find them."

"Them?"

"You have a more exciting future than JC and Lance or Justin and Peter. There will be changes, joys, disappointments and pure bliss. It's called life and you're going to do wonderful."

"Thanks, Hugh."

Hugh patted Nick's cheek then he finished dressing.

As Hugh walked to the door, "Hugh, will it be a man or a woman?"

Hugh turned back with a twinkle in his eye. "Yep, it will be a man or a woman."

Nick's eyes narrowed, "Hugh."

"Just enjoy the search. You have a wider range of prospects to look through than I do."

"You mean so many men and so little time?"

Hugh looked at his watch. "Nick, you had better get some sleep. You have a lot of people to get through." Hugh blew Nick a kiss.

The bedroom door closed behind Hugh. Nick just stared at the door. Hugh was gone.

"You talked about this with Hugh, of course."

Nick refocused his mind. "Yeah, I guess I am grasping at straws here. Hugh helped me get back to myself after the fucking my girlfriend gave me in both body and my mind. I miss him."

Peter squeezed Nick's arm. "I think you have just fallen in love with your therapist."

Nick look at Peter puzzled. "What?"

"You felt how much he cared about you, but he was only trying to get you back on your feet not on your back."

"That's what he said. But I can't help feeling deserted and alone."

Peter smiled. "Nick Carter alone? I don't believe it. You just have to snap your fingers and your bed will be filled with people."

Nick looked at the floor. "I don't think I want that anymore."

"There's a difference of having a healthy sex life and being easy you know." Peter bent down and looked up at Nick's face. "Being a blond sex god isn't an easy job but someone's got to do it."

Nick straightened up and grinned. "That's right, I am."

"Just remember you are in control. Sex god or lover, you call the shots. You can give them as much of you as you wish or not."

"So how long did it take for you to get over Hugh?"

Peter shrugged. "He just went down on me but when it was over he was gone so I didn't have time for any emotional attachments."

"Oh."

"But I can see how someone could. Hugh is very caring and free to help someone out even if it involves sex."

Nick nudged Peter. "I like his method of helping someone get over depression."

"He always gets you up when you're down. At his job they nicknamed him 'Little Hoover' you know a cross between Hoover Dam and Hoover Vacuums. He is a damn good sucker."

Nick laughed with Peter. "I bet Hugh is proud of that name."

"Yes, he is. But he is very discrete."

Nick sighed and frowned slightly. "I thought I had something special with my girlfriend but it turns out she was just using me to get at Justin. Then Hugh helps me over that and I think that is special and now he is leaving. You are so lucky not to have to go through all this."

"Well, if it wasn't for Justin I wouldn't be going through anything. I'd be alone in my apartment living a very celibate life." Peter waved his hand, "Except for moments of passion with Mr. Right here. I never even dated. Not even Justin."

"You had sex with Justin without even one date? What a slut."

Peter gave Nick a friendly slap on the shoulder, "And you should talk? I caught you in front of a mirror, you know. You said it was the only time but I knew that you had done that before. You enjoy the attention whether it is from you or someone else."

"Yeah, but it would be nice if it was just one person. Variety is fine but it is so much better with emotion behind it. I mean. . ."

Peter chuckled. "I know what you mean. You'll find her, him, someone. With your connections it's guaranteed."

Brian stuck his head around the corner. "Hey, Nick, we're ready to go. Are you coming?"

Peter stood back and raised his hands in an innocent gesture. "Hey, I'm not even touching him. I doubt if anyone would get aroused talking to me."

"Depends on the topic." Nick winked. "I'd better go. Thanks for the chat."

"Anytime, Nick. I'll always have on open ear for you."

"Ooh, kinky." Brian smiled.

Nick gave Brian a friendly push. "Let's get going. Later, Peter."

They disappeared around the corner.

Peter made his way back to the front door. Justin was waiting.

"That took a long time. Full bladder?"

"No, I ran into Backstreet on the way back then Nick and I chatted a bit."

"How's he doing?"

"Better thanks to Hugh but now that's the problem."

"Oh-oh, the doctor/patient relationship trap?"

"Yeah, but I am sure Nick will be back to his usual self soon."

"Oh, by the way," Justin handed Peter a piece of paper. "This is the interview schedule so far."

"This doesn't seem too bad."

"Come on, we'll discuss it later. You don't want to be late."

Justin watched trying to be calm as the man kneeling before Peter slid his hand up to Peter's crotch. Another man behind Peter ran his hand over Peter's ass.

"Hm, we should take the seat in a bit."

"The crotch could do with a tuck or too."

"I hope you mean the pants," Peter joked as he removed his pants. He handed them to the tailor.

"Back in a jiffy." The two tailors left the fitting room.

Peter noticed Justin's look.

"What?"

"I'm trying not to be jealous. They're being awful familiar with you."

"They are tailors, Justin. This is purely professional."

"I don't know. They are gay."

"Of course, Lance and JC recommended them. They did their tuxedos. Besides I'd think you'd like to watch me strut around in my underwear."

"Oh, I do. This formal upper half is sexy with the very casual lower half. I'm going to have to remember that for the night after the wedding. We've never had sex in tuxes before."

"Justin, stop. Where their hands are going to be I won't be able to hide anything."

Justin smiled, "They'll just have to let the crotch out again."

"The next time I go to a fitting I am going alone."

"Okay, I'll stop. It's just you look so sexy in a tux."

"You look sexier out of one."

"Ah-ah," Justin shook his finger and pointed to Peter's crotch. "You're not helping yourself any. Maybe I should wait outside."

"Please stay, Justin. I mean now that we can be seen together."

Justin grinned, "I finally get to show you off."

"And I get to show people how lucky I am."

"Speaking of which maybe we should go through your interview schedule."

Peter frowned, "Love interrupted by business?"

"I'm trying to keep you distracted remember?"

Peter pulled his shirt tails down in front of him, "Okay, you win."

Lance glanced over at JC as he drove. "By the way, thank you for this morning."

"It was your idea about the video game I should be thanking you."

"Not that I mean the shower."

"I wanted to have sex with you. You don't have to thank me for that."

"Really? I though it was because we're going to see our mothers for the final preparations and you knew I'd be nervous. Sex with you always relaxes me."

"Okay, so there was an added advantage. Sue me."

"I'd rather do you than sue you."

"Didn't you get enough of that this morning?"

Lance smiled, "Mm, for now. But when you do me it really relaxes me."

"Do you think you are the only one in this relationship that finds a good ass pounding calms the nerves?"

"JC, that is so sweet. I thought I was the only nervous one."

"I just hide it better, but now that it is coming down to the wire I didn't want my nervousness to set you off."

"You know it is hard to tell what is nerves and what is excitement."

"It's usually a mind numbing collection of both."

Lance looked out the window. "I just hope it doesn't rain."

"Rain? Our mothers will not allow that. If it tried to rain one look from them and the rain would vaporize before it hit the ground."

"What are they going to do once the wedding is over? They'll have a lot more free time that they'll need to fill."

"Maybe that's where going of on a honeymoon came from. The wedding is over and the newlyweds get the hell out of Dodge before the parents realize they have nothing more to do."

"Then it is a good thing to have Peter still in the house. If our parents watched the house I think we'd come home to a make over."

"Do you think our mothers would go that far?" JC saw the look on Lance's face. "Okay, I withdraw the question. Maybe we should change the locks just to be on the safe side."

"I hope you are joking."

JC smiled. "I am, Lance. I am."

There was a small park across the street from the tailors. Peter and Justin sat on a bench that faced the street.

"We could have waited for the bodyguard inside."

"But it's such a nice day. Besides we can see when he arrives. It's only for a few minutes. He should be here soon."

Peter nodded. It was nice to be sitting with Justin in public.

As they sat they didn't notice a car pass by then pull over. A man got out and started walking rapidly toward them.

"You little fag."

"Just ignore him." Peter said under his breath. He tried to gauge if they ran could they get across the street without getting hit by a car. Nope, because of the traffic they were stuck on this side of the street.

"Didn't you hear me, homo?"

Peter could feel Justin bristle. Please, Justin just sit here.

"Are you deaf as well as queer?"

Justin turned his head.

"Hey, someone heard me that time."

Peter thought maybe he could wave someone down. But as he raised his hand Justin slapped it down. "Don't you dare, I can handle this." Justin said to the man, "Is there something wrong?"

The man pointed at them. "I want a word with you and what you have done."

Justin stood up and took a defensive posture in front of Peter. "Don't you touch him."

"I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about you, Mr. Justin Queer Timberfag."

Peter could tell Justin was surprised and not just by the language the man was using.

The man came and stood in front of them. "My daughter has been devastated because of you. She came home from school in tears because everyone teased her for wearing a T-shirt with a fag on it. They sent her home because they felt a Justin Timberlake T-shirt was now inappropriate for school. How can a father explain to a seven year old that the idol she once looked up has gone queer? Why would you let your young fans down like that?" He sneered and nodded to Peter. "It's all his fault isn't it. He seduced you."

"What's happening here?" A voice came from behind him.

The man didn't even turn around. "This is not your business."

The man didn't see the relieved look on Peter's face as he looked at the person behind the man accosting them.

"Yes, this is my business."

The man turned to find Lonnie towering over him.

"My job is to keep these two safe. Do you have a problem with that?"

"I will have my say!"

"If you can do so in a civilized manner fine, if not I think you should leave."

"Civilized manner? After what he has done to his fans? He should be ashamed. Of all people to turn queer."

"I think you should leave."

The man backed away. Having to deal with Lonnie was more than he had bargained for. "I don't want any trouble. I just wanted to say my peace." He walked back to his car. "You've stamped on their hearts that's what you've done. You betrayed so many young people's hopes and dreams. You should be ashamed for what you did to those young and innocent kids." As he got to his car, "I hope your career goes right into the toilet. You deserve that you fag!" With a squeal of tires he drove away.

"You two okay?" Lonnie asked.

"I'm fine." Peter watched Justin nervously.

"Yah, we're okay." Justin said but not very convincingly. "Let's go shopping."

Peter sensed Justin's mood. "Justin, we don't have to."

Justin nodded at Lonnie, "Security has been arranged. We might as well. Besides it's just one person's opinion."

"The opinion of a complete bastard, if you ask me." An elderly woman walked from the park toward them. "I heard every word. Well, who didn't?" Without even a glance at Lonnie she took Justin's hand and patted it. "Don't let it fret you none. He's just mad because the other kids teased his daughter. Instead of teaching his daughter about intolerance he blames it all on you. He was just as intolerant as those kids. Plus his daughter tapped into his homophobia. He couldn't even say that some men love men and leave it at that. He was nothing but a big bully. You don't take anything he said seriously. Show him you are the better person. Do you hear me?"

Justin nodded, "Thanks."

She took Justin by the shoulder and gave him a small shake. "I mean that now. You're a fine young man. Gay or not no one should be spoke to like that." She started to walk away shaking her finger. "You remember that. Show respect and you earn respect." She walked off muttering. "My Gran always said that to me. No truer words were ever spoke. Very wise woman my Gran."

Peter couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, JC. Well, that was both sides of the issue. Justin?"

Justin looked up and managed a smile. "I'm better now." He shrugged. "I guess I have to get used to some negative reaction."

Lonnie put his hand on Justin's shoulder. "But you don't have to like it. For what it's worth, I agree with the woman."

Justin took a breath. "They're both entitled to their opinion. Let's go shopping."

When they entered the house Lance's father was sitting the recliner in the living room. He held a clip board in his hand.

"Dad, what's going on? It seems awfully quiet for. . ."

Lance's father waved him to be quiet. The study door opened. JC's mother walked out talking on a cell phone.

"That's right the white and the yellow roses." She covered the phone. "Okay on the flowers."

Lance's father made a check on the clipboard.

"No, the rental company is setting up the chairs at 8 o'clock." She paused, "Yes that will suit us better. See you then." She turned and hung up. "Flowers will be delivered at 8:45."

Lance's father made a note on the clipboard. "8:45. Check."

"You have the chairs. . ."

Lance's father finished the sentence. "Arriving at 8 o'clock."

"Good." She spotted JC and Lance. "Hello, dear," She gave JC a kiss on the cheek. "You have your tuxes?"

"Yes, mother."

"And you've tried them on?"

"Twice."

"And they fit?"

"Like gloves."

"Good, you must look your best. You have them at home?"

"Yes, in the closet." JC answered before his mother even asked. "We pushed the other clothes away. They're hanging free. There will be no wrinkles."

JC's mother nodded. "Good. Oh, I'm sorry, Lance." She gave him a peck on the cheek. "So many last minute things, but don't worry the wedding will be perfect." She paused. "You don't think the tuxes will be stolen do you? Maybe we should keep them here." She waved her hand. "I guess no where will be safe. We'll just have to risk it."

Lance gave JC a worried look. Had JC's mother gone over the top?

The study door opened. Lance's mother appeared with a cordless phone. "It's the caterer. They lost our order."

"What?" JC's mother grabbed the phone spoke into it. "How could this happen? You said you were reliable. Well, check again." She covered the phone with her hand, "Don't worry, we'll sort this all out." Back into the phone, "No it was not the ham and mash potatoes. It was the chicken and the scalloped potatoes. Listen maybe I should speak with the manager. Wait, yes that is it. Yes, the three salads and the two hors d'oeuvres. No, not the seafood. It may be hot and I don't want any food poisoning. Yes, glad that was cleared up. You had me worried. Yes, that's fine. Goodbye." She turned to her husband. "The caterers are on board. They will set up at 11 o'clock. Got that?"

Lance's father wrote on the clipboard. "Yep, the caterers set up at 11 o'clock."

JC's mother turned to Lance's mother. "They had the order under Chasez-Bass rather than Bass-Chasez." She turned the Lance and JC. "That was before we decided on alphabetical order. Well, having two grooms and all if seemed the fair way to do it."

Lance's mother turned to him. "Speaking of grooms did you talk to the pastor about your vows?"

Lance walked around the recliner. "Dad, write this down: Pastor, check. Vows, check. Rehearsal the day before at 6:30 PM, check. The day of the wedding the grooms are to arrive at 9:30 AM for photos. Oh, Mom did you check with the photographer?"

Lance's mother looked confident. "We have everything covered." She eyed Lance's father suspiciously.

Lance caught JC's eye. He pulled on his earlobe and put his hand out. Then he pointed to his ring.

There was a pause. "I hope there's going to be a good band," JC added.

"They are and they play a wide range of music."

"Good."

"Now if you excuse us we do have a few thinks to finish."

"Sure no problem we were just checking in."

"Bye, sweetie." Lance's mother gave Lance a kiss on the cheek. "You are going to make me so proud."

"Thanks," Lance blushed slightly.

"Mm, the blushing bride."

JC's mother gave JC's shoulder a slight slap. "Stop teasing Lance. There is no bride."

Lance's mother took her arm. "Come on, there are still things to go over."

"Bye you two." They vanished into the study.

As the door closed JC's mother started dialing rapidly. "You call the photographer and I'll call the band."

While in the living room Lance's father was laughing. "That was rich. You caught the two things they hadn't covered yet."

Lance shrugged. "It was easy, Dad. I peeked over your shoulder." Lance smiled at JC. "The rest was years playing charades with JC."

JC nodded. "I got the sounds like 'hand' and pointing to the ring almost lost me. Then I remembered it was a gold band. Then I knew."

Lance's father was confused. "You planned this?"

Lance explained, "We planned diversions if our moms strayed into our territory. We had to give them more duties because we were busy with the trial, but the service is still to be planned by us. It may seem a little mean but we wanted to steer them clear of interfering with the service."

Lance's father nodded. "I can see that. Once those two get started it's like a train going down hill they are very difficult to stop."

"So you could say we derailed them." JC added. "They got carried away before and we didn't want that to happen again."

"I must say Mom really is into the wedding."

"She's still making up for things, Lance." His father said.

"Making up for things? What things?"

"Your coming out for one."

"I told both of you I forgave you. Why don`t you believe that?"

"Because we are parents and parents are not to cause their children pain and we did. If you only knew how sorry we were for that."

"Won't you forget about it? I have." Lance put his hand on his fathers' shoulder. "You both have more that made up for it. Give it a rest."

"It's more than just your coming out we want to make up for. It's your childhood. I don't know. We just want to be better parents."

"You and Mom are the best parents. I wouldn't want anyone else."

"Justin's mom accepted him right off."

"That's Justin mother. I have my own parents and I do not want to trade them in, okay? I`m quite happy with them."

Lance's father nodded. He smiled. "I am so proud of you. And JC. I don't think I would ever say this but I like you gay and out. I can see my entire son now. You're not hiding anything anymore."

Lance wagged his finger. "And don't try to make up for that either. That was my choice."

"Some choice. We taught you to hate gays."

"You taught me what you were taught, but the cycle ends here. For that I am proud of both you and mom."

"Thanks, son."

Lance looked serious. "I know you really don't totally understand me being gay but I am glad you are trying."

"Lance, both your mother and I. . ."

"Are doing your best to prove to me that you accept me and JC. I know that is difficult and sometimes you slip a bit. I don't blame you. I know it was a real shock. You both have very deep religious beliefs that can't just be forgotten. I appreciate the effort."

"But Lance, I can't help thinking what did we do?"

Lance rolled his eyes. "You didn't do anything. Well, you did one thing that caused me to be born. That's it. I am what I am. Stop looking for answers. I don't care what happened to make me gay. I don't care if it is a gene or some hormone that did this to me. I am happy and in love and about to show the world that I want to spend the rest of my life with my love." Lance took JC's hand, "With my Josh. Science can describe love as a chemical reaction. It doesn't make it any less deep and meaningful. I don't need reasons. I have feelings and that science can't explain away and that must just piss them off. But whatever caused me to be gay you and Mom have given me a life worth living." Lance leaned toward JC and stopped.

Lance's father shrugged. "Go ahead. I'm getting used to it."

Lance gave JC a quick peck on the lips.

"My own son gay and getting married to another man." Lance's father looked heaven ward. "To be a parent is work enough now this?" He lowered his eyes and smiled at Lance. "But I know how much you love each other and how much you love this family. How could such love be against God? You showed me another way." He stood up and put his hand on Lance's shoulder. "It's funny that all those years I believed in what I was told from the Bible, it was life that showed me the truth. In fact my own son, the son that God gave me made me rethink what I had been told all these years. I know how we treated you when you come out. Now I know you are a still the same blessing that came into our lives. A father learns from his son."

Lance smiled. "Turn about is fair play."

"You learned from me?"

"Everything I hold dear. Everything I achieved has been in some ways from what you taught me."

"Thanks, son."

They hugged.

Lance stood back. "Well, if everything is under control here we'll be off."

"Bye, JC." Lance's father gave him a hug. "And don't worry. Everything will go off without a hitch."

JC nodded at the study door. "With those two at the helm, I have no doubt about it. Come on, Lance. We have a few more errands to do."

As they walked to the car Lance gave JC a nudge. "I never imagined our parents being so proud of us especially after I came out to them. Man, have they changed."

JC smiled. "You do that to people, Lance. You are pure charm."

"You're not so bad yourself." He patted JC's butt. "Where to first?"

"To the tailors then to the minister, we don't want our mother's to know we were lying."

"What they don't know wouldn't hurt them besides we did have them scheduled."

"Still nervous?"

"A bit."

"Hm, I'll have to do something about that."

"You bet you will. Everyday, twice a day until the ceremony."

"I'll be too tired for the honeymoon."

"Oh, no you won't." Lance raised his hand and played with his ring. "These little bands of gold really boost your sexual energy. Trust me."

JC smiled. "Oh, I believe you, Lance. I know that first hand."

"Are you sure you don't want to come in?"

Justin saw the cars and knew the guys were over. "Nah, I'm a bit tired. It's been a long day."

"Okay," Peter leaned over for a kiss. "Have a good night."

As they pulled back from the kiss Justin said, "Peter, I hope you don't mind."

"I understand. You need some alone time."

"See you tomorrow."

Peter stepped back and Justin backed out of the driveway. After Peter waved he went into the house.

"No Justin?" Lance asked.

"Nope, he flew the coop. I guess he didn't want to talk about it yet."

"I told you we should have hid the cars." Chris said.

Joey clicked his tongue. "Imagine Justin running away from us."

"He needs time to think." Peter said.

"I don't blame him." JC added.

"We just wanted him to know we're here for him no matter what."

"He knows that, Joey." JC said, "Besides we still have the second unit waiting for Justin."

"Was it really as bad as it sounded?" Lance asked.

"Justin got it from both angles." Peter replied. "He had devastated a young fan which was bad enough. Then along with that almost every derogatory word for gay you could think of. He tried to shrug it off but I could see his aura growing darker as time passed. Lonnie was making more jokes that usual but it didn't help. That's why I snuck away and called you." Peter looked a little sad. "Well, I hope Lynn does better with him. This part of the plan failed."

Joey looked puzzled at Peter. "Why didn't he want you to spend the night? You'd think he'd want you with him."

JC answered, "After being call 'faggot' and 'queer' having another man in bed is not much comfort even if you do love him."

Peter replied. "He needs to come to grips with the harsh in your face emotion of it all and for that he wants to be alone."

The doorbell rang.

"Somebody got through the gate." JC answered the door. "Come in."

JC led Hugh into the room.

"Well, I came to say goodbye and it looks like it is a full house."

"Hugh, right on time," Lance said, "we could use your help."

Hugh raised his hand. "Sorry, my vacation is over. Besides you'll do fine. You managed before I came. You'll help Justin without any input from me."

Joey's eyes narrowed. "How did you know it was Justin?"

Hugh chuckled. "He's the only one missing. I doubt if you'd ask for help with him here."

"Oh," Joey nodded.

Hugh smiled. "So I am off to the airport. I just wanted to say my adieus."

Peter was the first to hug him. "I'll miss you. You were such a great help and you saved my life."

"I do what I can."

Lance was next. "I wish you'd stay for the wedding."

"I'll be there, Lance. You won't see me but I'll be there."

JC took Lance's place, "And what about Welks and your lover?"

"Welks and I had a nice lunch. Trevor has a brother again although Welks still has a long way to go."

"I'll bet," Joey grumbled.

Hugh glanced at Joey "I feel a little sorry for Reverend Welks. He deserted his family for power and now that he lost that power his other 'family' has deserted him. He'll pay for what he has done but he will do it alone." Hugh shrugged. "Well, square one is a good place to start over from."

"And what about Welks's boss?" Peter asked. "Probably high and dry while Welks takes the fall."

"Don't underestimate Welks. A man who has lost everything doesn't fear much."

Lance changed the subject, "Can we take you to the airport?"

"No, I have a friend outside waiting."

"A friend?" Peter raised an eyebrow.

"I've made many in Orlando and he's not that kind of friend."

"Oh, sure," Joey nodded his head. He winked. "We believe you."

"I really don't care what you believe. I know the truth." Hugh smiled.

JC walked him to the door.

"I'm actually looking forward to get back to work. I could use the rest."

"Thank you again, Hugh." Peter said. "I hope to see you soon."

"I'm just a projection away. Best wishes everybody."

The door closed.

When they sat down again Chris was rubbing his chin. "You know we can still let Justin know we support him without him knowing about it."

"How?"

"I did it with Peter when I first met him. You remember when you were crying."

"Can we do it without Justin sensing us?" Lance asked.

"We'll just be careful." Chris gave Joey's leg a slap. "We'll give him your love for you."

"I'd appreciate that."

"Come on guys, except Joey, battle stations."

Lynn watched Justin plod his way up to the house. She went to meet him.

"Did you have a nice day?"

"It had its moments."

"Anything worth talking about?"

"No, not really."

"There's some left over fried chicken in the fridge."

"We had something to eat already." Justin slumped passed his mother. "I'm a little tired. I'm going to bed."

"Justin?"

He stopped but didn't turn around. "Yes."

"You're not coming down with anything are you? I mean the wedding is just days away."

"I'm fine. Well, physically that is."

"Good, it is just not being hungry and going to bed early. Well, you're acting a little queer."

Justin's head popped up. He slowly turned around. "Is that supposed to be funny?"

"No, it is supposed to be an obvious motherly hint."

Justin's eyes narrowed. "Peter called you didn't he?"

"No, he didn't. He called Lance and Lance called me."

"That's why the guys were at Lance and JC's."

"We're just worried about you. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't even want to think about it, thanks." Justin turned around. "I'm going to bed. I'll be fine in the morning."

"We're always here for you, Justin. You know that."

Justin went back and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. "Yes, I know that. Good night."

Justin shuffled off to bed.

JC, Lance, Peter and Chris were floating over Justin's house.

"I'd better go in first," Chris said. "He's not used to sensing me."

They watched as Chris vanished through the roof.

Chris emerged in Justin's bedroom. Justin was in bed clutching a pillow to him and almost curled up in a ball. Chris noticed the color of his aura. Justin was deeply troubled. Like that time before with Peter, Chris wanted to help. He waited a bit to see if Justin sensed him. After awhile Chris floated out through the window and rejoined the others.

"Just FYI guys, when entering a house try to use a window or wall whenever possible. I thought our house was bad but that attic. I'll never get used to passing through dust and cobwebs. Anyway, Justin didn't sense me but I think we should try this from outside but as close as we can get. Since I wasn't sensed I'll go through the window. Once inside I'll reach back out through the glass. Lance, you can touch me then JC will touch Lance and Peter you connect with JC. Sorry to put you farthest away but Justin might sense you're here."

"Whatever will work."

"Now concentrate on supportive thoughts like our regard for Justin. And Peter, try to tone down the love. We're trying to get him calmed down not get him aroused."

"Don't worry, Chris. I know these thoughts would go through you too and I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"That goes with all of us," JC said. "We'll try to control our love thoughts."

"I'd appreciate that." Chris replied. "Here we go."

Chris passed through the window. He waited. Justin adjusted a pillow then lay down again. He didn't seem to sense Chris. Chris reached through the window. He felt Lance make the connection. He felt Lance's thoughts and feelings for JC but it was all a muddle which was probably for the best. Slowly Lance's thoughts cleared on being supportive to Justin. Then JC's joined Lance's. Then at last Chris sensed some of Peter's.

"Stop fretting we'll do fine." Chris shot back.

"Sorry." Damn, even on the Astral Plain Peter was still apologizing.

"Concentrate."

The feelings of support and comfort began to mingle together. Chris held out his hand toward Justin. He willed the thoughts in that direction.

Peter watched as a pale white fog began to pour out of Chris. Well, this wasn't love so it didn't have to be blue. But it didn't flow directly at Justin. It seemed just to swirl around the room.

"Chris?"

"Don't worry. Keep concentrating. Soon the room will be filled and once we free Justin's mind from the pain he will absorb it."

Peter tried to keep his mind focused. He wanted to help keep the pain out of Justin's mind. Then there was a flash of something. It almost hurt. There is was again. This time Peter sensed a word. `Queer.'

"Chris."

"Sh, keep your mind on Justin."

"I am but. . ." `Fag!' The pain again. Peter suddenly realized that some how he had tuned into Justin. If he kept contact with the others he'd only return these thoughts to Justin.

"Chris, I have to back off."

"Okay, Peter." Chris said, "Break contact. We three will keep trying."

Peter floated a little way away. He kept watching as the room filled with the white fog.

"How can a father explain to his little girl you turned queer?" More pain. Justin don't. Let it go.

Soon wave after wave stuck Peter. The pain came with each word. "Fag", "Queer" "Homo" and always. "How can a Father explain?"

"Guys hurry up. Justin is losing it."

"Fag. Queer, how can a father? Explain. Explain. Explain. Explain. Fag. Queer. She was devastated. Explain. Explain, Homo."

"Chris?"

"This takes time."

Justin seemed to be finally relaxing. He stretched out a little on the bed.

"It's working."

Peter knew different. The words were pulsing through his mind and the pain was growing.

"Guys?"

JC and Lance finally looked at Peter.

Lance grew alarmed at Peter's aura. "Chris?"

"What?"

"It's Peter. He's in pain."

"Damn, he must have got contact with Justin."

"But Justin is relaxing."

Chris suddenly realized the truth. "Peter must have drawn the thoughts out of Justin. He's channeling Justin`s negative thoughts to him."

They left the house and went to Peter. As they approached they could feel Peter's pain.

"Peter, stop this. This is not the way."

"Queer. Fag. How can a father explain? Explain. Explain. To his daughter. Turned Queer. Homo!"

A thought slowly began to fight against the pain in Peters mind. "Justin, don't blame yourself. You cant take responsibility for all your fans."

"How does a father explain? Explain. Fag. Queer. You turned queer." Each word caused a throbbing pain in Peter.

Finally Peter had had enough. "Justin, she is not your responsibility!" There was a flash that shot out of Peter into Justin's room.

Peter found himself floated in peace. The pain was gone.

They floated to the window.

Justin suddenly sat up in bed. The aura around him was still dark but all sense of relaxing was gone.

"Oops."

Justin sat thinking for a moment then got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom.

"Well, that's torn it."

Here Peter went again, "I'm sorry, guys. I couldn't control myself between the pain and those words."

"Don't worry about it." Lance tried to be comforting. "We didn't expect it that's all."

"All your efforts were for nothing." Peter started to float away.

JC and Chris followed.

"Well," Chris began, "There still is the old fashioned way of actually talking to Justin. It's worked for centuries."

"I just wanted to help Justin tonight." Peter put in. "I hate to see him in pain."

JC added, "Now you know what pain he is in."

"Hey guys, wait."

They turned. Lance was still at the window.

"Come and see for yourself."

They floated back. As they peered through the window they saw Justin had returned from the bathroom.

"Look at his aura!" Lance said excitedly.

"It's lighter!"

"It seems Peter did the trick," Chris said. "Justin just had to think about it for a while."

"That's what the bathrooms for, isn't it?"

Lance floated close to Peter. "You did it."

Peter corrected Lance. "No, I think we did it."

The white fog in the bedroom was beginning to swirl around the bed. Little by little it was absorbed by Justin.

"See. Now he can accept our support. He just needed to be jarred out of his depression."

"Then we all did it." Lance said glowing blue.

They looked back. Justin plumped his pillow and lay down. He gave a sigh and smiled. "I can't blame myself for everything," he closed his eyes.

"Mission accomplished. A bit off the plan but I am not going to complain."

"Chris, thank you."

"No sweat, Peter. We love him too you know."

They floated back to the house.

"How did it go?" Joey asked.

"Fine in the end." Chris stretched. "Come on. I need some sleep."

"But what happened?"

"I'll tell you on the way. `Night all."

Chris and Joey left.

"Peter?"

"I'm fine. I'm a little sleepy too."

Lance patted Peter's shoulder. "You did good."

"We all did well." JC corrected.

"Well, at least Justin is getting some sleep."

JC turned to Peter. "It may happen again you know."

"What, Justin being called a fag? Yeah, I know."

"But we'll be here for him. He'll make it through."

Peter nodded.

Lance smiled. "And you'll be there, too. He loves you so much. You'll give him strength."

"Justin needs strength from me?"

"You saw it for yourself. But don't worry, Peter, this was the first time Justin got such a negative reaction." Lance patted Peter's arm. "Let's get some sleep."

They all headed to the respective beds.

Peter couldn't sleep. All his thoughts were on Justin and his pain. Have they made any difference? Would the pain come back? Peter could only remember the look on Justin's face at the man's words. `Fag,' 'Queer.' 'Homo'. How he wished he could have shielded Justin from them.

Then as the day went on he could see how it had bothered Justin. Poor Justin is so much pain. Peter's very soul ached.

Then Peter sensed something. He sat up in bed.

"Hello?" Nothing. Peter sat back. His mind was playing tricks on him. Back to Justin.

The next one was clear "Thank you."

Peter's heart raced. "Justin?" He eagerly awaited the answer.

Then it came, "Who else?"

Peter wanted to talk with Justin so he concentrated and soon he was floating clear of his body. He was delighted to see Justin glowing blue again.

"Justin, I am sorry. I couldn't bear to see you in such pain. The guys and me, well, we wanted to help you. Please forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive. I am very grateful for what you guys did. And to you." Justin floated close. "It took me awhile after the depression broke to realize that thought about blaming myself came from you. But it came with a lot of pain."

"I didn't know that would happen. I just wanted to save you from the pain."

"By pulling it to you?"

"I'm used to those words. You're not."

"Peter, when I came out I knew I'd hear those words. I guess I didn't expect them all at once."

"So you're better?"

"Can't you see I am?" Justin was glowing a bright blue.

"Yeah, I'm glad."

"Let me show you my gratitude. Rejoin your body."

Soon Peter felt Justin make contact. He could feel Justin's relief and gratitude. The next feeling sent a thrill through Peter's body.

"Oh, my god!"

Lance was walking to the kitchen. He wanted a midnight snack. As he passed Peter`s door he heard a moan. He stopped and pressed his ear to the door.

"Yes. Oh, god, yes."

Lance knew Justin wasn't there physically but he reveled in the idea that Justin being here in spirit at least meant he must have worked passed the pain. It had worked. They had done well.

"Justin, oh, Justin!"

Lance pulled away from the door as Peter's cries grew. He smiled. Damn, Justin and Peter knew more Astral Tricks than he and JC, but Lance didn't mind. He made his way to the kitchen.

Lance slipped back into bed. He remembered Peter and Justin then leaned over and lightly kissed JC's forehead.

"Justin was visiting Peter, eh?" JC didn't open his eyes.

"Can't I just give my lover a kiss?"

"Sure you can but I just sensed you were happy." JC rolled on his back, "And it was more than 'I'm in love and I'm happy' happy."

"How about 'I'm about to be married to the man I love' happy?

"Nope, this was added to that. This was an 'I am glad some people are as happy as I am' happy."

"I didn't know I was so complex."

"Oh, you are and I have only begun to scratch the surface on the things I understand about you. Wait, let me rephrase that."

Lance glared, "Are you sure you want to try? You can get in deeper."

"I have only begun to learn about the deep richness that makes up Lance Bass, the man I love. Better?"

Lance laid his head on JC's chest. "You are such a smooth talker."

JC put his arm around Lance. "I suppose you will be nervous again tomorrow morning?"

"Yep." Lance raised his head. "And you?"

"Yep. We'd better get out of bed early. That will be a long shower."

"We don't have to do it in the shower you know."

"Now not only am I going to be nervous I'm going to have to think of a new place to have sex."

"The bed is fine."

"But what about the honeymoon? I was hoping to spend days where we don't even set foot out of bed. So I don't want to get bored with it now."

"It won't be the same bed so it will be different." Lance brushed his hand idly over JC's chest. "We can always do it in the Jacuzzi. There will be a Jacuzzi, right?"

"Maybe."

"Okay, I won't pry. You have your plans and I have mine." There was a pause. "You don't even want a clue to what I planned?"

"Nope, then you'll want a clue from me. I want both our plans for the honeymoon to be a surprise."

"I think we are the first couple ever to plan separate parts of the honeymoon."

"I doubt that. But why compromise when we can afford to indulge ourselves? This way we can go where you want to go and where I'd like to go. It's a win-win situation."

"Unless you don't like where I have planned."

JC gave Lance a squeeze. "You'll be there with me. That makes every place perfect."

"You are such a sweet talker."

"Just wait until morning. It will be more than sweet 'talk' then."

"Then I had better sleep fast so morning will get here sooner."

JC looked down at this beautiful man in his arms. "I love you, Lance."

"Hm," Lance kissed JC's chest. "I love you too, Josh."

'Josh' every time he heard Lance call him that it touched JC. JC relished this quiet time. Soon there would be little time for peace and quiet. The wedding, ah, the ceremony was almost here. JC pushed all thoughts of the ceremony out his mind. He just wanted to lay here and fall asleep with Lance in his arms. He kissed the top of Lance's head.

"Sweet dreams, Lance."

"Why dream? It will all really happen in the morning. 'Night, Josh."

JC smiled. 'Josh'.

They settled into sleep.

End of Part 57

I was going to use a constipation analogy (anal-Ha!) but labor would be better because it sure took a lot of effort and time to get this baby out there. But the next part should go easier. Anyhoo, if you want to feedback, complain or just say How-dee E-mail me at pete1211@aol.com or petergv1211@yahoo.com.

I'd better start the next part. I can't trust that you readers will be that patient again or for that long again. Especially since you-know-what is going to happen (at last!)

Later. Happy reading.