Disclaimer: Anything mentioned in this story is complete fiction. The sexuality of anyone in the story is not necessarily true, but just written to entertain. If you are underage or if it is illegal to read pornographic material where you live, please leave now. Also, if you are uncomfortable with gay relationships, you should not read any further. For everyone else, enjoy the show...
Season 2
"What's wrong?" Craig asked looking up from his book.
"Nothing," Jeremy said shifting in his seat. "I've just never flown before and definitely not in a private jet."
"Well this was our dad's so now its half yours."
Justin shot him a quick look. He had already agreed to the trip back to Florida and even having Jeremy stay with them for a while, but he still knew that they needed a blood test. He had seen the scars on the kid's back and Craig even told him briefly some of the stories Jeremy told him in the forest but something just didn't add up for him. Honestly, how do they even know this kid's name is Jeremy? He has no identification, no birth certificate, no social security card. For all they know he's just some kid who happened to answer the door, or who has the same name as Craig's real brother.
Craig smiled at Justin, oblivious to the thoughts that cluttered his mind.
"Do you want something to drink or eat?" Craig asked squeezing Jeremy's hand slightly. "You didn't eat much at breakfast."
"I'm not really hungry. Maybe I'll feel like eating when we get home," he said looking out of the window as they flew over fields of farm land and long winding rivers. "Tell me about it again."
"Well I think you're going to like the room down the hall from Justin and me the best. The two rooms right across are where his brothers and sister sleep when they spend the night and a lot of their stuff stays there. Your room has a huge bay window that looks out over the pool and the basketball court and the tennis court."
"Do you play tennis?"
"We've tried," Craig said laughing as he looked at Justin.
"What's so funny about it?"
"Let's just say Justin's not the best."
"When we were playing I don't remember thinking you would be winning any U.S. Open's anytime soon," Justin said.
"Okay so I'm no Andre Agassi. But at least I could keep my butt off the court."
"One time," Justin said pointing at him, "one time. I hate when you tell people that."
"I'm sorry gorgeous," he said blowing him a kiss across the cabin. "I just have no idea why you had a court put in."
"I thought I would learn one day but you've crushed my dreams."
Craig and Jeremy laughed at the pouty expression on Justin's face.
Craig nudged his brother, "See I told you he could look pitiful sometimes."
A rainbow of clothes flew across the room as Wade emptied out his bag and the few drawers JC had set aside for him.
"What are you doing?" JC asked ducking as a yellow t-shirt whizzed by his head.
"Cleaning."
JC looked at his bedroom floor that was littered with clothing. "By whose standards?"
"I'm just cleaning everything out of the drawers so I can wash my clothes."
"I pay someone to do that."
"Yes you do," he said touching JC's nose with his fingertip, "but it's not fair for her to wash my clothes too."
"You never had a problem with it before."
"Now I do."
"Fine," he said falling back on his bed. He put his hands behind his head. "You never told me about your meeting last night."
Wade shrugged as he glanced at him through the large antique mirror hanging over the dresser.
"So?" JC prodded.
"It was a meeting."
"What does that mean? I've never been to one."
"Well don't go," Wade said quickly. "It was really boring."
"You didn't get anything out of it?"
"Kind of."
"Like what?"
"I don't know," he said flopping down on the bed next to him. "Some of the stories these people told were really crazy. I mean, nothing like that has ever happened to me. I only forgot a few dinners here and there."
"It was more then that."
"Like?" Wade asked sitting up on his elbow.
"You just acted different. You're usually such a sweet guy. But when you were on that stuff you weren't nice. You were mean."
"I'm sorry," Wade said running his hand over the man's chest.
"It's okay. At least it's over now."
"Yeah," he said looking down at the green t-shirt his fingertips were running over.
"Are you going back?"
"What?"
"Are you going back to the meeting?"
"I'm not sure. I might try to find a different one."
"Well let me know," JC said sitting up. "Finish cleaning I have lunch with the guys in 20."
"Have fun."
"We'll see," he said grabbing his keys off of the dresser.
"What if I forbid you to go?" Brian asked wrapping his arms around the man tightly.
"Then I wouldn't go," Lance said kissing his forehead. "But I don't think you would do that."
"I guess not."
"It's just lunch I'll be back soon, I promise."
Brian nodded as Lance kissed his lips lightly. "What time did Craig say he was coming in?"
"With the time change it will be like six I think. You're not going to run over there and try to talk to Justin are you?"
"No I'll give them time to settle in but I think Josh was going to call him. Is that a bad idea?"
"Well, Craig didn't really go into it over the phone or anything but I could tell something wasn't right. I mean, something had to be wrong for them to be bringing his brother back so soon."
Lance shrugged, "We won't know until they get here. You're not worried are you?"
"No," he said shaking his head. "As long as Craig is coming back home, everything will be fine."
"Yes it will," Lance said kissing him again.
"I have to take a shower."
"Need some help?"
"Always," Brian said winking at the man as his cell phone began ringing.
"I'll run the water," Lance said kissing his lips. "You answer that."
"Hello?"
"It's Mark. Everything is so fucked up here man. Do you know where Craig is?"
"What's wrong?"
"The fabric for half the new line is completely fucked. I don't know who we're dealing with over there but they screwed up big time."
"Shit."
"Yeah it is. You have to see this stuff it's disgusting. I called the supplier and they said they'll fix the problem but it will take five weeks to get it all straightened out."
"That's ridiculous."
"I know! If we can't get it in two, our Fashion Week show is fucked big time."
"Craig will be back in town at six tonight."
"How long until he can get a flight here?"
"I'm not sure if he'll be able to. Personal stuff. I'll just have to fly up."
"Alright man. We need you fast."
"I'll make a few calls and see if we can get this supplier drama squashed first."
"Thanks, you're a life saver."
"I'll see you soon," Brian said flipping his phone closed. He turned around to see Lance leaning against the bathroom door with just a towel on.
"Ready sexy?" he asked smiling widely.
"I can't babe. I have to go to New York."
After a very long lunch JC was angrier then ever. None of the guys, not even Lance, wanted to hear any of the alternative ideas he came up with to continue the band with just the four of them.
"We are so fucked," he yelled.
"Calm down," Chris said laughing. "You're making a bigger deal out of this then you need to be."
"How can you say that? This is our careers, our lively hood."
"If this TV idea tanks, which I doubt will happen, we'll pick ourselves up and move on. You have to admit, though, if Johnny and the label think it's a good idea then maybe it is."
"Maybe," he said leaning against the bumper of his car. "But why do I have to be the one to talk to Justin about it? I'm so mad at him. How am I supposed to get him to sign this waiver thing?"
"If you really don't want to do it tell me and you won't have to. Honestly it might be easier this way, rather then having to serve him official papers from our lawyer and then possibly go to court. But one of the other guys can talk to him. I don't think he'll listen to me."
JC laughed, "Probably not."
"We can try if you don't feel right."
"No, I'll do it. I'm probably the only one of us he won't hit."
"You know, I think you're right," Chris said laughing.
"I guess I'll give him a day or so to get things with Craig straightened out and then I'll hook up with him for dinner or something."
"Sounds good. Remember there's no real rush on this. I mean, don't take two years or anything. But if you guys need a few days to talk things out that's cool."
"Okay, I'll keep you posted," he said unlocking his doors.
As JC drove home he tried to play out in his head how the meeting with Justin would go. He could happily sign anything JC slapped in front of him. But more realistically he would take the papers and have his own lawyer go over them with a fine toothed comb before even thinking about signing anything. At least he hoped it would at least go that smoothly. There was a chance, he guessed, that Justin would refuse and then they would have to go to court. After the whole Lou Pearlman fiasco, JC had vowed to try his best to never step foot in another courthouse.
As he turned on the street to their recording studio, he decided to stop by and work on a few songs. He was in way to much of a shitty mood to be good company with Wade anyway. He pulled into the parking lot and parked on the side of the building near the private entrance he liked to frequent.
He wasn't sure what he would be working on, songs for the band or solo stuff. Lately, there had been this thin gray line separating what he shared with the other guys and what he secretly horded for himself.
Sometimes, he felt the way he was sure Justin did. He liked doing his last solo album and had plans for others in the long run. He just wasn't sure if he could give up the band completely like Justin was. He felt like the other guys were kind of a safety net for him. And even if he did want to concentrate on promoting a second album, the way Justin went about it was all wrong. All of the guys had been so supportive of the solo projects and start up companies and producing everyone did. If Justin had explained the situation they would have certainly held off for a while and then came together again when everyone had a chance to stop other projects. Obviously, Justin never wanted anything to do with the band ever again so this open ended solution probably hadn't even crossed his mind.
JC leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms above his head, yawning. He had been working for about an hour but just couldn't concentrate on anything completely. He gathered his stuff up and started turning off lights when he heard the front door slam shut.
He went around to the front of the office to see who had the same idea as him and stopped in mid step.
"Hi," Justin said almost as shocked as JC.
"I thought you weren't coming back until late today."
"It's seven," Justin said glancing at his watch.
"Oh, I must have been here longer then I thought."
"I'm not staying," he said fidgeting with the keys in his hand. "I just came to pick some things up from my office."
"That's cool I was done anyway."
Justin nodded as he walked by the man.
"Jay?"
Justin stopped and turned back towards him hoping this wasn't going too turn into a big thing.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" JC asked. He figured it was now or never. He even remembered the papers were still in his messenger bag which was slung across his body.
"Craig's waiting in the car. I told him I was going to be really quick."
"This will only take a minute."
"What is it?"
"We've been talking ever since we all met at your house and we kind of agreed that if you really want to leave the band then we shouldn't stand in your way."
"Really?" he asked amazed. Justin was positive that not one of his friends would ever want to speak to him again let alone give him their blessing.
"Yeah," he said taking a big breath. "We've also decided that we'd like to continue the band without you."
JC paused waiting for a reaction but not receiving one.
"I kind of figured you guys would," Justin lied. He had never thought in a million years they could ever be Nsync without him. Who was going to sing all the leads, JC?
"But until you sign some forms we're not officially split as a group."
"What do you mean?"
"Because of the lawsuit with Lou Pearlman there were new contracts drawn up that we signed to give each one of us an equal share in the name. So even if you're not in the band whatever the rest of us make under the name still gets split five ways."
"So what do I need to sign?"
JC handed him the papers. "Derek said these should take care of everything."
Justin took the papers and laid them on the receptionist's desk they were standing in front of. He grabbed a silver pen out of the tray and signed the first page without glancing over any of the words. He flipped through the document, signing and initialing where it was marked with a big red X.
"Here," he said handing the papers back to JC. "If you guys need anything else let me know."
Justin disappeared down the hallway and around a corner.
JC was standing there in shock, papers grasped in his hand. Had Justin really just signed the entire thing? No compensation? No percentage? No advertising rights? Nothing? He hadn't even read the document. How did he know what he was signing? Did he really want out of the band that badly? Was it so awful being with them that he would sign away part of his career?
JC shook out of his trance and placed the papers back in his bag. He had no idea why he was so unhappy that Justin signed the papers without question. Wasn't that what he wanted?
As he drove off he wasn't sure how to feel. Maybe on some deep subconscious level he wanted Justin to take one look at those papers and realize that he was supposed to stay with them forever.
"Okay B, thanks," Craig said as Justin got back in the car.
"Was that Brian?" he asked. "Is he coming over?"
"No. What?"
"Is Brian coming over to the house? I figured he'd want to meet Jeremy."
"Since when do you like Brian?"
"I never disliked Brian."
"Whatever," Craig said shaking his head. "He's on his way to New York. There are some major problems with the new collection. They said it was just a fabric issue but apparently he talked to some people and it's so much more then that."
"I'm sorry," Justin said pulling the car onto the street.
"I have to be there," he said biting his bottom lip. "Brian can't do this by himself."
"So you're going to New York?"
"I wish there was another way but I can't take care of this from the main office down here. I have to be at the design studio."
"I understand."
"Jeremy said he wanted to go with me, right?" Craig asked turning to the boy in the back seat.
"Yeah it sounds cool. I've never been to New York," he said smiling widely.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea. Bringing him here was one thing but carting him off to New York won't look good. He needs to stay in one place for a while."
"I agree with you but he can't stay there alone."
"And what about me?" Justin asked with raised eyebrows.
"You have to start setting things up for your new album."
"I can hold off on that for a few days."
"But I don't know if I'll just be gone a few days."
"That's even a better reason to leave him here. He needs to start school as soon as possible."
Jeremy groaned, "But it's in the middle of the year. I don't want to be the new kid."
Craig smiled at him. "Justin is right. I hate to say it."
"Hey," Justin said defensively.
"You're sure you want to do this?"
"Positive."
"Okay, kid-o you're staying here with Justin then."
"But what about New York? The Big Apple? You can't really deny me all that culture and shit can you?"
"We'll take you some other time."
Justin cleared his throat.
"Oh and no cursing," Craig added.
"Why the fuck not?" Jeremy asked.
"So he signed it then?" Lance asked plopping down on the couch.
"Yeah. Don't you think that's weird?" JC asked sitting next to him.
"Why? He probably just wanted to get it over with like we do."
"I guess."
"Why do you always do that?"
"What?" JC asked with raised eyebrows.
"Whenever something goes smoothly you always look at the negative. You know, you're acting just like you know who."
"No," he said shaking his head. "Not Chris."
"He always does this JC. Let's just look at this whole situation at face value and not worry about what may or may not be lurking around the corner."
"Sometimes I think you're the older one," JC said leaning into him to bump shoulders.
"So are you guys hungry or what?" Wade asked sauntering into the room with two glasses of wine.
"Very," JC said smiling up at him.
Wade leaned down and kissed his lips lightly as he handed him the glass.
"And one for you," he said placing the other glass in Lance's hand. "I thought Brian was coming too."
"He had an impromptu New York trip."
"Really? What for?" JC asked sipping his red wine.
"Some stuff with the new line for Abercrombie I guess. He didn't really go into it."
"When will he be back?" Wade asked.
"I don't really know. I hope soon though. Our anniversary is coming up."
"You haven't been dating for a year yet."
"It's our two month anniversary."
"You're such a pussy," JC said laughing.
"I'd like to think of myself as a hopeless romantic."
"Hopeless is right."
"Hey," Wade said slapping his arm, "you should be taking notes."
"Why? So we can become an old married couple like them?"
"It doesn't sound so bad," Wade said looking down at his hands.
"Well I'd rather not do stuff that makes me sick to my stomach."
"You are so cynical sometimes," Lance said laughing.
"I like to think of it as a nice even coat of jadedness," Wade said laughing.
"Hey! Can you guys get off my ass? I'm not that bad. I just don't like all the mushy stuff. It's sickening really."
"Well don't worry darlin' I'll never make you buy me flowers on the anniversary of the first day week fucked," Wade said kissing his cheek.
"Do you even remember?"
"I still have the condom."
"Disgusting," Lance said laughing. "God I hope you're joking."
"Don't worry I'm not that bad. But a girl does need a little romance now and again," Wade said winking at JC. "Let's go eat. Dinner's probably ready."
"Do you guys really think I'm that bad?" JC asked pouting slightly as they walked into the kitchen.
"You've just never been one to make a big deal out of things like that. I mean, you party hard at birthdays and stuff but relationship wise, I don't think I've ever heard of you celebrating an anniversary or anything," Lance said taking a plate from Wade.
"I just don't think it's that important. Being together every day is better then celebrating one distinct day a year."
"Its okay babe," Wade said massaging JC's neck. "Every day is a party with you."
"Whoa, does anyone smell that?" Lance asked.
"What?" JC asked.
"This thick layer of shit Wade's spreading around."
"Hey! I was serious," he said pouting.
"I know babe," JC said pulling the man toward him for a hug as Wade's back pocket began to ring.
Wade glanced at the phone. "Um, I have to take this," he said quickly walking to the other side of the kitchen. "Hey what's up?" he said into the phone.
"I'm dropping the papers Justin signed off at Derek's office tomorrow," JC said pushing his fork around in his mashed potatoes.
"Cool. Let me know how it goes," Lance said glancing up form his plate to see Wade disappear into the living room. "Important phone call you think?"
JC shrugged, "I don't really keep tabs on him or anything."
"I didn't mean that you did. You guys practically live together though I figured you paid attention to things like that."
"No," JC said simply.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why?" JC asked looking up from his plate.
"You're just acting weird all of a sudden."
JC shrugged again, "It's just a phone call Lance."
"I know, I was just-" Lance began when Wade walked back into the kitchen and took his place at the table.
"Just what?" Wade asked placing his napkin on his lap.
"Never mind," Lance said sipping his wine.
"I'm going to have to get going soon babe, I have that meeting remember?" Wade said shoveling food into his mouth.
"Yeah sure," JC said frowning at his manners.
"Oh are you working for another artist?" Lance asked.
"No," Wade said running his napkin over his mouth. "I'm going to be late."
"I'll see you when you get back," JC said letting the man kiss him lightly on the lips.
Wade grabbed his car keys off the counter and darted out of the door.
"That was strange," Lance said cutting into his steak.
"What was?"
"You're joking right?"
"No."
"He was acting really weird."
"He was going to be late."
"For what?"
"His meeting. Don't you listen?"
"What kind of meeting is it?" Lance asked sitting back in his chair.
JC ran his fork through his food swirling the mashed potatoes with the peas.
"Well?"
"He started going to NA meetings."
"NA? Like narcotics anonymous?"
JC nodded.
"What is he on?" Lance asked refilling his wine glass.
"He's been doing coke alright? It got really bad for a while and now he's getting help," JC said throwing his napkin on his plate as he began clearing the table.
"Hey, calm down."
"What, my boyfriends a fucking drug addict, is that what you want to hear?" JC asked tossing the plates in the sink with a huge shatter.
"No it's not. I would never wish that on anyone especially my best friend. I'm glad he's getting help if that's what he needs. But, why didn't you come to me and tell me about this sooner?" Lance asked placing his hand on the small of the man's back.
"I don't know," JC said turning to face him. "I guess if I told you guys it would have felt more real. I mean, it's Wade. He couldn't really be addicted to that shit. I just thought that him going to a few meetings would do him so good. Maybe he'd see what people look like that do that stuff all the time."
"That's not a bad thing. Wade's still a kid in some ways. He needs to learn this stuff now before he gets in too deep. You did the right thing getting him involved in those meetings. I'm sure he's learning a lot."
"Do you really think so?"
"I'm positive he is."
"Fuck yeah! Fuck my cock you little slut!"
Wade moaned as he clutched the brick wall in front of him, bracing himself to force the man slamming behind him in his ass deeper.
What the hell was he doing, should have been the thought running through Wade's mind but his brain felt so clouded, so filled with emotion that he couldn't thinking clearly. He felt so light, so free, so able to do anything at all in the world but at the same time so heavy, and don't forget so fucking horny.
"Oh yeah you like that don't you, you little fucker!" Tim breathed heavily in Wade's ear.
"Yes," Wade squeaked out softly.
"What? I can't hear you," Tim said running his fingers through Wade's hair and pulling the man's head roughly toward his chest.
"Yes!" Wade screamed.
Tim turned him around forcefully, slamming him against the wall, their hard cocks slapping together wetly.
"Do you want me?" Tim asked him running his tongue over his neck and up his chin to his lips.
"Yes," Wade breathed slightly opening his eyes as his head rolled to the side. He had almost forgotten where he was. Opening his eyes didn't help much either though. All he could see through his blurry swirling vision was a sea of naked flesh, writhing and rippling like an ocean. He closed his eyes feeling like he was once again in his own world, floating down from the sky and landing on a fluffy cloud. His big hazel eyes opened half way and suddenly he realized he wasn't on a cloud, he had been placed on a bed. He looked up into Tim's eyes, those dark cold glassy eyes, and moaned as the man pushed Wade's legs up toward his chest and slammed his cock in his tight ass.
Wade could feel the attention in the room turn toward the live sex show he was being part of. Honestly, he couldn't blame them. He may have been high as fuck, but he still knew when something was hot as fuck.
A man Wade didn't recognize bent down next to his face and offered him another sniff of what was becoming his new best friend. Wade took it, loving the slow burning sensation as the powder traveled through his sinuses.
The man stood stroking his long dick and offered Wade something else, pressing it firmly against his closed lips.
Wade looked up at the smiling blond and relaxed his jaw, letting the hard cock slide into his mouth.
"That's it," Tim said leaning down and biting the side of Wade's neck roughly. "You love being my little slut don't you?"
Wade moaned inaudibly around the stiff cock shoved deep down his throat. He closed his eyes and relished the feeling of being completely uninhibited. He felt like he could do anything, and anything was feeling pretty damn good at the moment. He wanted to stay like that forever. It was a whore's dream come true.
Hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter. Sorry this one took sooooo long. The next one should be up soon. Any comments or criticisms can be emailed to swimfan_777@yahoo.com.