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Here's the latest chapter in the story of our lovely Lance. I've been getting some great response to the story so far and appreciate every mail I get. Thanks if you've written. Also thanks if you've read the story, liked it and even just considered writing! LOL
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As usual: This story is purely fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of 'N Sync or anyone associated with their organization or the reality of their lives. It is meant for those over the age of 18 only and those who wish to read stories with sexual content.
Lance's Story
You Belong To Me
"See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle
Just remember, darling, all the while
You belong to me
See the marketplace in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
But remember when a dream appears
You belong to me"
-Pee Wee King/Chilton Price/Redd Stewart - 1952
Lance spent the next two days trying to make up for what he perceived as his inattention to JC, sexual or otherwise. All during their interviews and rehearsals he made sure that JC had water or that his seat was comfortable or had a fresh towel. He would give him shoulder massages and back rubs. Chris and Joey noticed the doting Lance was doing and smiled. Justin was preoccupied in his own thoughts and missed the entire thing.
"Lance, what are you doing?" JC finally asked.
"Doing?" Lance asked innocently and very sincerely. It was obvious he had no real idea just how much he had been overcompensating.
JC leaned over to him to whisper in his ear. "I love how much you are caring for me and making sure I have what I need. But you need to tone it down a little. That last DJ this morning kinda noticed that you were 'mother henning' me a little."
Lance's eyes widened. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize..."
He was stopped by JC's fingers on his lips. "It's ok. I kinda like it." JC's smile lit up his face. He leaned in and kissed Lance lightly on the lips as the limo slowed to a stop.
"Here we are," Joey said tiredly. "Free for the night."
"Hurray," Justin said emotionlessly as he followed Lonnie into the hotel.
JC and Lance watched him with concern as they followed. "Thank God he sees him tomorrow. I don't know how much of this Justin I can take."
"Agreed," JC said with a smile. "So... any plans for this evening?"
"I thought we were gonna just hang out tonight?"
"We are. I thought we'd do a private dinner."
Lance smiled. "Just the two of us?"
JC nodded. "Just you and me and some candles. How does that sound?"
"Heavenly."
Lance was giggling slightly as they got off the elevator. "You are such a cheeseball."
JC smiled. "Sounds like you don't think that's a bad thing."
"Oh, no. Definitely not."
Lance swayed a little from the wine and JC put his arm around his waist. They hesitated at the door to their room and kissed. After hearing Eric clear his throat from down the hall, they went through the door, blushing.
"So, Mr. Chasez. We had a private candlelit dinner with wine, flowers and soft music. What's next?" Lance went to the sink and put the small bouquet of roses he was carrying in a glass with water.
JC leaned up against the wall and smiled. "Oh... maybe a little more private time."
Lance's eyes twinkled. "That sounds like what I was thinking." He took the flowers and walked over to JC and kissed him. JC took Lance's hand and led him across the large room to the bed.
Lance put the flowers on the nightstand and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. JC joined him a few minutes later then pushed him out the door. Lit candles were placed around the room.
Lance turned and smiled broadly at JC then pulled him close. "You make me feel so special."
"That's because you are." JC placed one hand on the side of Lance's head, his thumb rubbing gently along his cheek. They stood, staring into each other's eyes. A lifetime of conversation held in that knowing, comfortable silence.
Lance leaned in first and took JC's lower lip between his. JC moaned softly at the touch of Lance's lips and quickly responded. His other hand wrapped around Lance's waist and held them tightly together. One of Lance's hands held on to JC's bicep while the other gripped his shoulder.
They kissed until they needed to breath, then kissed again, taking breaths when they needed to, not wanting to separate even for those short seconds.
"Josh," Lance said against his lips.
"What is it, my love? Anything for you," JC mumbled.
"Please make love to me."
JC pulled away and looked into the green of Lance's eyes. "Are you sure? You've never done this before."
"I want you to be my first and I want you tonight."
JC groaned and pulled Lance back for another kiss while walking the few steps to the bed. Leaving his lips on Lance's, he unbuttoned Lance's shirt. Feeling the skin of Lance's shoulders, he slipped the shirt over and onto the floor. "Your skin is so soft," he whispered as he kissed down Lance's neck to the exposed skin.
Lance moaned at the feel of JC's lips and tongue on him. He started unbuttoning JC's shirt and pulling on his clothes to get them off. JC got the hint and started doing the same. Before long they were both naked and touching each other, tentatively feeling and exploring each other's body.
Lance loved everything about JC, especially naked. Everyone always said JC looked too thin, almost skeletal. But Lance knew that, although slim, JC was solid. Hard muscle connected in complete definition and hard lines on his body. His skin was flawless with a few freckles and birthmarks. The fan of light brown hair on his pecs dwindled down into a thin line that divided his pronounced abs and connected to his dark brown pubic hair.
Slipping to his knees, Lance admired one part of JC that very few people ever got to see. His cock was engorged and bobbing in the air. It was like JC, long and lean, with a crisscrossing of veins. The head was larger than the shaft and begged to be played with.
Lance opened his mouth and took it between his lips, licking around the sharp ridge with his tongue. JC moaned above him. The taste increased Lance's desire and made his heart hammer in his chest as he took more into his mouth. JC's hands went into Lance's hair and gently stroked his head.
Hours or minutes later, JC was pulling Lance to his feet. Lance started to protest but was silenced by JC's lips. "If you kept going it would be over before we started," JC smiled when he pulled away.
"Did you like it?" Lance asked, suddenly feeling shy.
JC smiled and rubbed Lance's slightly swollen lips with his fingertips. "It was wonderful." JC captured Lance's lips once again then started down his neck to his chest. He continued down with his tongue until he was on his knees admiring the bobbing erection in front of him.
Lance glanced down. He had always been a little self-conscious about his size. Many men worried they were too small, but Lance always thought that he was too large. It was a complete contrast to JC, an inch or more longer and much thicker. Where JC's fit in perfect proportion to his body, Lance considered his almost obscenely big. His dark colored head poked and rubbed along JC's lips.
JC looked up at Lance. "So beautiful, perfect in every way." His blue eyes sparkling with desire as he opened his mouth and took the head into his mouth. Lance groaned as sparks flew up his spine. He put his hands on JC's shoulders and neck. His pulse raced. Leave it to JC to say just the right thing to make him feel special.
JC, with apparent ease, took over half of Lance into his mouth before pulling off again. Lance's knees grew weak when JC's tongue swiped at the head before taking him back down. He watched in fascination as JC repeatedly took him, his lips stretched around the shaft.
JC stopped for a minute, sucking on Lance's head, then got a determined look on his face. Taking a deep breath he pushed himself onto Lance. Lance's eyes widened as JC got to the halfway point and kept going. JC gagged a little but got control and pulled Lance's hips until his nose was buried in Lance's light brown pubic hair.
"Oh my God, Josh. Nobody's done that before," he gasped. JC's eyes were squeezed shut as Lance felt his throat muscles tightening and relaxing around him. Slowly, JC pulled back off of Lance and let him slip from his mouth.
"I didn't think I'd make it for a second there," he said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. His voice was a little husky and sounding sexy. He stood and grabbed Lance around the waist, bringing them both down on the bed.
"I think I could die now and be happy," Lance murmured against JC's lips.
"I hope that's not the plan."
"Oh, no. I plan on many more years of doing this," Lance said seductively, his voice dropping into his low octave. JC's eyes lost focus as he crawled on top of Lance and forced his tongue into his mouth. Lance made a mental note on how much that voice affected JC and vowed to use it more in the future.
JC turned them so that Lance was on top. His hands traveled down Lance's back to his ass. JC spent his time caressing and kneading the firm globes making Lance squirm against him.
"Yes, Josh... yes," Lance hissed as JC's fingers crept into the crack and found his hole. Lance sighed happily and JC rubbed all around and across Lance's fluttering opening. "Please make love to me," he begged.
With a smile, JC reached over to the night stand and opened the drawer. Reaching in, he pulled out a small tube of lubrication. He reached again and shuffled his hand around. A panicked look came across his face as he leaned over and peered inside.
"Oh no..." he groaned.
"What?" Lance asked. "What's wrong?"
"I forgot condoms."
Lance's smile dimmed a little as he got a thoughtful look. "Do we really need them?"
"Lance, we've been told over and over not to have sex without them."
"I know, but with each other? It's been about 8 months since I had sex with someone and that was safe. It was about the same for you, right?"
JC nodded. "Ya, about 6 months ago and I only got a blowjob from that chick."
"We've tested negative for everything since then."
"That's true. Neither of us has anything to pass along. I never thought I'd be happy for our monthly physicals."
Lance smiled as JC's fingers resumed exploring his ass, this time aided with lubrication. Lance pressed his face into JC's chest as one finger slowly entered him.
"Ohhhhh..." he moaned loudly. "That feels... oh God!" he croaked as the finger started sliding in and out.
"You like that, baby?" JC asked.
Lance nodded his head and felt one of JC's nipples brush his cheek. "More..." Lance begged. He turned his head and licked around the eraser sized nub, making JC moan as he slid a second finger into Lance.
Lance lifted his head with a look of surprise on his face. "Ya... now in and out," he panted.
"Ok, sweetie." JC complied and Lance shivered at the feeling of JC opening him up with his fingers.
"More..." Lance said again. "I want... oh God... I want the real thing."
JC withdrew his fingers and rolled them over so that he was on top. Lance spread his legs and wrapped them around JC's waist as JC attacked his mouth. They kissed feverishly while JC slowly repositioned himself on his knees between Lance's legs.
JC let go of Lance's lips with a loud smack. "Are you sure?" He caressed the side of Lance's face with his clean hand. Lance nodded, his eyes sparkling with love and trust. JC's eyes crinkled as he kissed Lance's nose. "You tell me if I'm hurting you."
"You can't hurt me," Lance said with such conviction that it took JC's breath away.
With a nod and kiss on the nose, JC lubed himself and spread more on Lance. "Ok, here it goes."
Lance willed himself to relax as he felt the pressure of JC's wide head pushing at his entrance. The feeling of warmth and bluntness suddenly blossomed into a small sharp pain that had him intake his breath quickly and cry out. "Don't stop," Lance said automatically, not wanting JC to decide that it was too much for him.
"You ok?"
Lance looked up into JC's concerned eyes. "It just took me by surprise, that's all. It hurt a little, but it's going away."
"I've read that it's suppose to feel that way. Relax and don't tighten up." As JC talked and calmed Lance he started sliding further in. "Just take deep breaths and relax."
"Oh... oh..." Lance cried out softly, his deep voice rising slightly. Finally JC was all the way in. Lance could feel the bones of JC's hips pressing into the back of his thighs, his pubic hair rubbing against his skin.
"That's it, baby. You have all of me. How does it feel?"
"I feel so full and stretched," Lance panted. He had dealt with the pain and it was now dwindling and being taken over by the feeling of extreme pleasure.
"You feel so tight and warm."
"Josh... please do it... please make love to me," Lance pleaded.
JC hooked his arms behind Lance's knees and bent over him. With extreme control, he withdrew an inch and moved it back in, making Lance grunt. With a smile, JC repeated the movement and Lance started panting.
JC slowly repeated the motion over and over as Lance whimpered in pleasure beneath him. JC picked up his speed and Lance grabbed JC's biceps, moaning loudly. "More," Lance said simply. JC grunted and started pulling out further before plunging back in.
"Oh God, Lance. You feel so good," JC panted.
Lance looked up into JC's now sweaty face. His eyes were closed and Lance could tell he was intently concentrating. The feeling of JC repeatedly forcing his way inside him felt right to Lance. He had no fear as he willingly and fully gave himself.
Lance's hands moved and gripped JC's head as he noticed JC's motions becoming more jerky and forceful. He pulled JC's head down and kissed him, their tongues dueling back and forth.
"You're getting close aren't you," Lance asked. JC nodded with a gasp. "Harder, Josh. You can't hurt me."
JC groaned loudly and his hips started slapping into Lance. Now Lance could feel a little pain when JC slammed fully into him but he welcomed it. The pleasure of JC sliding in and out covered and masked it. JC's breathing was becoming more labored and desperate. Through the haze of his own pleasure, Lance knew that JC couldn't hold on much longer.
Flicking his tongue along JC's jaw, Lance decided to push JC along and test his control over him. "You like fucking me, don't you?" he asked, deepening his voice to a low rumble.
"Oh shit... God, Lance... I love you..." JC mumbled in a mad, breathy rush.
Lance stifled back a groan as JC switched to short, deep jabs. "I want you to shoot in me, Josh. You'd like that, huh?" Lance pulled JC's head up so they could look eye to eye. JC's gaze was a little unfocused. Lance tried to make his voice as low and sultry as he could, adding in the accent the he worked hard to suppress. "Do it, Josh. Cum in me," he growled.
JC cried out and stiffened as he buried himself deep inside Lance. Lance felt the first pulse then lost the sensation of the others as JC started jerking slightly through his orgasm. "I love you, Lance," JC mumbled repeatedly as he spasmed on top of Lance.
Lance held on to JC's shoulders and kissed his face over and over when JC finally slumped, spent, over him. With a sigh, JC lifted himself and pulled out of Lance, who groaned at the withdrawal. Kneeling over Lance, JC sat back and rubbed his hands over Lance's chest and down to his still throbbing dick.
"Seems like you need some attention."
Lance groaned as JC took Lance in his mouth and began sucking furiously. Lance's fingers were soon tangled in JC's hair as he felt his orgasm build.
"Oh... Josh... I'm gonna... Oh ya... just like that..." Lance squeezed his eyes shut and pushed JC down to take him deeper.
Just as he felt that he was about to cum, JC surprised Lance by shoving several fingers into his now stretched hole. They delved deep and poked into Lance's prostate. Lance groaned loudly and his hips raised off the bed, carrying JC with them. With a strangled gasp Lance came. JC's throat muscles working overtime to swallow and caress.
In the afterglow, Lance and JC held each other lovingly. Lance enjoyed this closeness and quiet intimacy more than anything.
"Are you ok?" JC asked.
"I'm great," Lance said softly. "You were incredible."
JC smiled and kissed Lance. "So were you."
Lance ran his hands up and down JC's side. "I knew it would be intense, but it was so much better than I expected."
JC snuggled on his side against Lance and lay his head on Lance's chest and shoulder. Their legs intertwined and JC ran his hand along Lance's stomach. They stay that way for a long while, both deep in their own thoughts.
"You know, as good as sex is, just cuddling like this is even better," JC said quietly, echoing Lance's thoughts. "I never knew what I was missing before."
Lance smiled and held JC tighter while rubbing his cheek on the top of JC's head. "What my sister said once now makes sense. She said that the best part of loving someone was the closeness you shared. Closer than family."
JC looked up from his place on Lance's shoulder and smiled. "I'd have to agree with that."
"Josh, can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure, anything at all."
"Well, I've got that big house all to myself in Orlando and I was wondering if you'd want to live there too." His voice got softer as he neared the end of the sentence.
JC leaned up so that he was resting on one elbow. "James Lance Bass, are you asking me to move in with you?"
Lance was looking away slightly and timidly nodded his head. "Um... ya, I guess. If you don't want to, I understand."
JC grabbed Lance's chin and turned his head so they could look each other in the eye. "What will your parent's say about us living in sin?"
Lance exhaled and looked away again. "They don't know."
JC's eyes widened. "Oh... I guess I just assumed... I..." JC was stumbling over his words. Lance looked at him again a little sadly. "Oh, Lance. I didn't mean it like that, it's not like I've said anything to my parents either. I'm not judging, I can't."
Lance sighed. "I know. Really there are only about six people that even know."
"Six?"
"Well, you and the guys, Brian, of course and Jamie." Lance stopped and thought. "I hope that's all. I don't know if Brian told any of the other guys. He might've said something to Kevin, but I doubt it."
JC laid his head back on Lance's shoulder and sighed. "We can't worry about stuff like that or it will drive us crazy. I guess eventually I'll have to tell my folks."
"Same here. So what do you think?"
JC grinned and gripped Lance tighter. "I'd love to wake up next to you every morning. Actually, I was thinking about getting a place of my own, so why not? Living at Lynn's is getting a little old and I'm sure she'd like the bedroom back."
Lance rubbed JC's arm that was across his stomach. "She loves having you there and so does Justin."
They fell silent at the mention of their friend. JC kissed Lance's neck. "He'll be fine. I'll tell him before we get back. I'm sure he'll be thrilled about it."
"Tell you what. I have so many extra bedrooms, we'll let him pick one and decorate it any way he wants and that can be his room if he wants to stay over sometimes."
JC looked up with a big smile. "You're so thoughtful. Justin will love it." He pressed for a kiss and Lance responded willingly.
"Is everyone ready?" Lance asked. Chris and Joey just nodded with wide smiled on their faces. "What?" Lance asked, one eyebrow raising.
"Do you think?" Chris asked Joey.
Joey stroked his chin with his fingers, trying to look contemplative. "Oh, definitely."
Lance put his hands on his hips and stared at the two. "What are you two morons talking about?"
Chris walked over to Lance with a smile. "Oh, just this," he said, fingering the hickey that Lance had tried to hide with his shirt collar.
"Can't we have -any- secrets?"
"No," Joey answered honestly.
"It's ok, Scoop. It's all cool." Chris put his arm around Lance's shoulders.
"What's cool?" JC asked coming out into the hall.
"You and Lance getting your freak on!" Joey said with a big smile.
JC blushed a deep red. "Um..."
Lance pushed Chris toward Joey and took JC's hand. "They can't help it if they don't have a life."
"I resemble that remark," Joey said with a laugh.
"Chris, go get Justin," Lance ordered.
Chris went and knocked on Justin's door. He came out a moment later, ready to go. "Come on, baby blue. Today you get to see your boy," Chris said, trying to raise Justin's spirits.
A smile came to Justin's face and it reached into his eyes for the first time in many weeks. "Ya..." he said in a half whisper.
Lance and JC shared a look. JC took a deep breath. "Well, now seems a good time." Lance nodded, agreeing.
"Hey, Curly Q, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure, Stick!"
JC laughed and put his arm around Justin's shoulders. He pulled Justin's head close and started talking softly. Joey and Chris paid no attention and were trying to razz the body guards while they waited for the elevator. Every so often, Lance saw Justin look up at him then focus back into JC.
After a minute, JC squeezed Justin's neck and Justin looked up with a big smile. They hugged tightly then Justin bounded over to Lance with an even bigger smile.
"That's great news, Scoop!" he said enthusiastically. "And thank you for the offer. Sounds like fun!"
"Thank you for understanding, Just." The two friends hugged and held each other close.
"I think it's great. Besides, I'm sick of looking after his old tired ass."
"Hey!" JC yelled with a laugh.
"That was fun," Lance said as he leaned against the arm of the couch.
"It was." JC stood in between Lance's legs and ran his fingers through the spikes on Lance's head.
"I know what would be more fun..." The twinkle in his eyes left no question what he was implying.
JC smiled. "You, my dear James, are not the innocent choir boy that our fans paint you to be."
"I can be, if you want," Lance said, an innocent expression coming across his face. "But it's not as much fun," he added dropping his voice intentionally.
JC's smile wavered and with a quiet moan, he bent down and kissed him. They broke apart at a knock on their door. "Don't go anywhere," he said in a husky voice as he went to answer the door.
"I'll stay right here," Lance sighed.
JC let the room service cart in and tipped the waiter. "You hungry?"
"Definitely." Lance helped him put the dishes on the small dining table.
Awhile later, after they had eaten their fill, JC grabbed the ice bucket. "I guess we should put that wine on ice for later."
"Sounds great. I'll take care of the cart." As JC left the room, Lance put the used dishes back on the cart, saving the fancy cookies and some of the cheese for later.
He had just gotten to the door when he heard JC call out. "Jamie, what's wrong? Jamie!"
Curious, he looked around the door frame and saw Jamie run past him and head toward the stairwell. Quickly pushing the cart into the hall and over to the side, he looked to see JC heading toward Justin's room. Lance saw the stairwell door shut and ran after Jamie.
Lance could hear Jamie's footsteps quickly descending and hoped he could catch up to him. The floors slipped by and he nearly ran Jamie over somewhere around the tenth floor. Jamie was bent over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavy. Lance was only a little winded, helped by his years of dancing and singing.
Lance stood there on the landing, uncertain exactly what to say. "Um... Jamie?" Lance said shyly.
Jamie looked up. Sweat and tears stained his face, he was still panting from the exertion. "Please, Lance.... don't..." Slowly he started backing down the steps.
Lance started after him, but Jamie shied a little so Lance stopped. "I don't have to know what happened. I only want to help. Are you ok?"
Jamie nodded and wiped at his eyes. "I... it's just... I don't know if you can."
The heart ache in Jamie's voice saddened Lance profoundly. "Jamie, it's ok. If you ever want to talk, you have my cell number. Ok? I'd like you to keep in touch."
Jamie nodded, tears springing fresh from his eyes. "Just tell him... I'm... I'm sorry, Lance."
Lance nodded and watched Jamie go. He slid down the wall and sat on the landing, his heart breaking for both Justin and Jamie. A few minutes later he heard footsteps coming down quickly toward him and looked up to see Randy, his bodyguard, standing over him.
"Boy, don't you have the sense your mama gave you?"
Lance sighed. "Sorry, Rand, but I needed to go after him."
"Him?"
"Jamie. You remember him, the guy from Boston, Justin's friend?" Lance stood and brushed at his pants.
"Oh ya. So why were you two running down the stairs like a couple of fools?"
Lance shook his head and went out on the floor and headed to the elevator. "I don't know and I hope that it can be fixed."
tbc...
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