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The title for this chapter comes from the Bush's "The Chemicals Between Us".
The Magnificent Journey Chapter 6: "The chemicals between us..."
Chris's hand lingered on Lance's neck, and was toying with the hairs there, stroking absently, caressing him. It was almost scary that such a small touch could absolutely light Lance on fire... "Yes, you are, Lance. You're fucking beautiful. The fact that you aren't the heartthrob of the group only goes to show how fucking stupid the rest of the world is. In fact, I want to apologize to you."
"Apologize? What for?"
"How I've treated you, James. I have been absolutely horrible to you the past few days. God, if I were you, I never would have come pick me up. But you did, and you always do stuff like that."
"Stuff like what?" Said so innocently, but Lance knew exactly what Chris meant.
"You let us walk all over you, James. You always have, and it's all my fault."
The hand on his neck was soothing him, now, and pulling him closer. Soon he found himself almost leaning on Chris, as the older man's hands lightly stroked and massaged his neck and shoulders. "How is it your fault?" Lance came off as woozy sounding, and he knew it. It was okay, though, it felt good, and it made Chris chuckle just lightly.
"Don't fall asleep, man; this is an important confession here. I treated you like shit when the band first started, and you have always treated me with the utmost respect. I apologize for the time I conveniently 'forgot' to order room service for you, I apologize for the time I 'lost' all of your fan mail, and I apologize for the time I pulled you aside at dance practice and told you that you were expendable to the group, and I was rooting for a replacement. You are irreplaceable, Lance. I know that that stuff hurt you, I know that to a certain extent, I am the reason you take all this shit from us. I'm so incredibly sorry for treating you like I did, Lance, and if I could take it all back, I would. In fact... let's start it all over." Chris lightly shoved Lance back into his seat, and grinned when Lance gave him a startled look.
"What?"
"Start over. You know, first day in the band, etc. Introduce yourself." Chris was completely insane. Lance was sure of that now, only, the way he was looking at him, all eager and apologetic, the way his eyes were sparkling, and his words... it all made Lance smile back. Maybe insane could be more romantic than sane in cases like this. Lance decided to play the role. He reached out his hand to Chris, and in his best 'polite' voice, spoke. "Hi, I'm James Lance Bass, I'm here to sing bass."
Chris's hand met his, and held his hand just a little more intimately than a normal handshake. "Hi, My name is Christopher Kirkpatrick, and my voice is higher than any man with any amount of testosterone's should be. I just wanted to tell you how very honored I am to have you in this group. Why, just from looking at you, I can already tell that you're going to be the most dedicated, hard-working member we have. I can sense that you are going to be responsible and honest... In fact, I think I would be honored to spend the rest of my life with you." The last words were purred out, sensually, promising more then a band mate-- promising partnership. They made Lance shiver. Chris let go of his hand to cup Lance's face, and pulled him forward. "Welcome to NSync, Lansten." Then Chris caught Lance's mouth in an intimate, passionate kiss. It was their first, and it was incredible. The whole world seemed to disappear around them. Chris had parked well away from anyone else in the parking lot, but even the soft noise that had been present dissipated until nothing else existed but the two of them. Finally, like all good things, the kiss had to end, but it left both of them breathless.
Lance moved forward to just rest his forehead against Chris's, one arm having gone around Chris's waist in the midst of passion, pulling them close together. "That was so much better then the other first time we met."