My New Life chapter 67
Stories by James
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This is the story of the last concert in *Nsync's No Strings Attached Summer Tour. And what happens when they meet one of their fans, late that night in the hotels hot tub. This story pairs Joey with one of their fans.
Is our history written in stone? What would happen if one thing in a person's life could be changed. See what happens when the Backstreet Boys take a ski trip that change their lives, for ever.
My New Life
by James
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This story deals with the fictional relationship between the members of the musical groups *Nsync, Backstreet Boys (And who ever else shows up in the story.) and a male fan. The sexual orientation of the members of *Nsync or the Backstreet Boys are not known by the author and what is depicted in the story came from the imagination of the author.
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Last Time:
The producer took Marc and Charlotte out to dinner to celebrate the new album. Marc saw Angel to her room then stepped back on the elevator to go up the two floors to his room. When the elevator doors opened he was met by a very large man.
“Hi Frank. What are you doing here?” Marc asked of the security guard that had traveled with the *Nsync tour.
“Doing my job Marc. Backstreet is staying on this floor.”
“Really? Is any of them in?”
“Howie is down the hall. Room 1523.”
“Thanks, I’ll go say hi.”
Marc knocked on the door of room 1523.
“Yes,” the voice from inside answered.
“Room Service.”
The door opened, “I didn’t order any room. . . . service. Marc!”
Kevin and Brian each had hold of their imbibed band mate as the rode the elevator up to their floor.
“Come on A.J., we’re almost there,” Kevin said as the elevator doors opened. As they turned down the hall they saw Howie hugging another man.
“It’s Marc,” Brian said as they neared their friends.
A.J. looked up and tried to focus on the two hugging men down the hall. “Damn, not another fucking faggot,” A.J. slurred.
The door at the end of the hall opened. Lance steeped out to check out the voices in the hall. He saw Howie and Marc in an embrace and Kevin, Brian, and A.J. approaching them. Just then he noticed A.J. pull his arm back.
“Marc! Look out!” Lance shouted.
Marc turned toward Lance’s voice; not aware of the fist flying toward him. The next instant everything went dark.
Chapter 67
“You son of a bitch!” Lance shouted as he stormed down the hall.
Kevin grabbed A.J. by the arm, spinning him around. The anger A.J. saw in Kevin's eyes told him he was about to get his own lights punched out. But instead of hitting him Kevin forcefully shoved him into Nicks hands. “Nick, get him out of here.”
Howie immediately went to help Marc.
Brian rushed to intercept Lance.
“Out of my way Brian. I’m going to kill that mother.”
“Lance calm down!” Brian said as he grabbed a hold of Lance’s shoulders. Brian planted his feet but Lance still managed to push them both forward.
Kevin joined Brian trying to restrain Lance. “LANCE, THAT’S ENOUGH!”
Kevin's shout got Lance’s attention. “He hit Marc.”
A groan from Marc got everyone's attention. Lance broke free of Kevin and Brian and went to Marc.
“Marc. Marc, can you hear me?”
Marc’s eyes slowly opened. When they focused on Lance’s concern face a smile spread across Marc’s face. “Oh, . . . I don’t like this dream.”
“Why?” Lance asked not knowing what Marc was talking about. “Don’t you like what you see?”
“No, what I see, I like. It’s the special effects I could do without,” Marc said as he rubbed the side of his face. “The sparkles floating around you is neat. It’s the pain in my jaw I could do without.”
Lance helped Marc set up.
“What happened?”
“That son of a bitch, A.J. slugged you,” Lance growled.
“Lance!” Marc exclaimed. He was surprised at what he was hearing from his boyfriend.
“Marc, I’m sorry this happened,” Kevin said.
“What exactly did happen?” Marc asked. “I’m still a little fuzzy.”
Kevin sighed, “Nick, Brian and I went to get something to eat. When we got back to the hotel we found A.J. in the bar.”
“Not again,” Howie moaned.
“Marc, you have to believe me when I say normally A.J. is a great guy. But when he drinks he’s a mean drunk. We were escorting him to his room when this all happened.”
“He doesn't know me. We’ve never met. I’d just like to know why he hit me?”
“You may never know,” Nick said as he rejoined the group in the hall.
“Has he passed out?” Brian asked.
Nick nodded, “He passed out before I could get him to the bed.”
Lance helped Marc to his feet. “How about we move this out of the hall,” Marc suggested.
There was a moment of indecision as to where to move to.
“My suite is at the end of the hall,” Marc offered. “We’ll have plenty of room there.”
Marc and Lance turned toward the room walking with their arms around each others waste. Nick was caught off guard with what he just witnessed.
Kevin chuckled at Nicks reaction. Leaning in he whispered, “You remember Howie and Brian talking about their friend Marc?”
Nick nodded.
“I think we forgot to mention Lance is his boyfriend.”
A evil grin spread across Nicks face. ‘Finally they had something on *Nsync’ he thought.
“They also know about Howie and Brian,” Kevin added.
Nicks shoulder slumped at the news.
The door to Marc’s suite was still standing open, as Lance had left it. He motioned for everyone to enter.
As Nick entered he stopped facing Marc, “We haven't met. I’m Nick.”
Marc took Nick's offered hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you Nick.”
“Wow!” Nick exclaimed upon entering the room. “This is sure better then any of us got. Who do you know?”
Marc laughed. “The New York Philharmonic is footing the bill.”
Nick’s right eyebrow arched in surprise. “I thought you were working on Rosie’s show.”
“That and a couple other projects,” Marc said.
“Marc’s appearing with the Philharmonic next week. Conducting his own works,” Lance added proudly.
“Hey Lance, how you doing?” Nick asked acknowledging Lance.
“I’m doing good Nick,” Lance said while looking at Marc.
As everyone took seats Marc offered everyone a drink. Since it was so late everyone opted for soda or bottled water.
Marc went into the small kitchen to get everyones drink with Lance following right behind.
“Need any help?” Lance asked.
“No, I’ve got it.” Marc had just pulled the drinks from the refrigerator when he stopped and looked at Lance.
“What?” Lance asked.
“How long was I out?”
“Less than a minute. Why?”
“Then it’s still Sunday.”
Lance chuckled, “Yes.”
“You weren’t coming until tomorrow,” Marc said as a grin spread across his face. “You came early.”
Lance nodded. “I wanted to surprise you.”
Marc grin changed to puzzlement, then to understanding. “You did surprise me James, when you call out my name I was surprised to see you. And I didn’t see A.J.’s fist coming at me.”
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t called out you may have been able to block his punch. Now I feel so bad about it. What can I do to make it up to you?”
Marc pulled Lance into his arms. “I think we can come up with some way to make it up to me. Later, after everyone has left you can start by giving me a bath, then we can see where it goes from there.”
“That a deal,” Lance said as he leaned in pressing his lips to Marc’s.
Howie looked into the kitchen, spotting Marc and Lance embracing. “Ah, guys. Let’s not stay too long. Those two have been apart for a couple weeks now. I’m sure they don’t need us hanging around all night.”
Everyone looked toward the kitchen and grinned. Everyone agreed to keep their visit short.
The water was steamy hot when Lance stepped into the tub. Marc followed right behind sitting between Lance’s outstretched legs. Picking up the sponge squeezing the hot liquid across Marc’s broad shoulders.
“Hmm that feels so good,” Marc purred.
Lance leaned in and lightly kissed the back of Marc’s neck then moved to each shoulder. Slowly he moved his arms around Marc. Dipping the sponge into the water he brought it up squeezing the water out across Marc’s chest.
Marc leaned back against Lance as he maneuvered the sponge across each peck taking time to lightly brush across each nipple causing them to stand erect.
Marc continued to purr with his eyes closed and a smile of contentment.
Letting the sponge float on the water Lance picked up the bar of soap, wetting it, he brought it to Marc’s chest. Using his hands, he lathered Marc’s chest. Bring his mouth next to Marc’s ear he whispered, “The hair on your chest is growing back. . . . It is so soft.” His hands, slick with the soap, caressed the mounds of muscles, running his hands through the growing mat of chest hair. “I’m getting my teddy bear back.”
“Teddy bear!” Marc chuckled.
“I like you hairy.”
“You also said you liked me shaved.”
“When you are the wild long haired drummer, you are hot.”
“And what am I now?”
“Your always hot,” Lance said giving Marc a kiss behind the ear.
“You think I’m hot when I’m hairy, and hot when I’m your wild drummer too?”
“Yes. Also when you’re my big rugged cowboy.”
“Is that all?” Marc laughed.
“So far,” Lance said between nibbles on Marc’s ear. “Oh! I almost forgot. There’s also this guy who hangs out on a beach. And likes to make love in the surf and in a hammock.”
Marc laughed, “I’m not sure he counts.”
“He will count when we can find a deserted beach to see if we can make it real.”
Marc could only chuckle at Lance.
Lance’s hands made their way lower, working over the hills and valleys of Marc’s abs. As he looked over Marc’s shoulder he noticed the water midway down would ripple from time to time. Then like the Lock Ness Monster which would rise from the depths to poke its head out of the water, Marc’s own monster would rise out of the warm water of the tub rising up briefly before sinking back into the depths.
“We have a Nessie sighting,” Lance laughed.
“What?”
“It seems the Lock Ness Monster has invaded our tub,” Lance said as he pointed to Marc’s monster as it broke the surface of the water one more time.
Lance felt Marc’s hands softly stroking his cheek. “Please Boo, you wore me out. I don’t think I can get it up again.”
Marc looked down at his lover as they swayed in the hammock. “I know. We did over do it,”
“I just want to sleep.”
Marc smiled as he wrapped his arms around his lover.
Lance hadn’t open his eyes as he snuggled down into Marc’s warm embrace, absorbing the warm safe feeling he got from his lover. The longer he lay in Marc’s embrace the warmer the feeling became. Lance’s eyes popped open when he felt a surge of energy flow into him.
“Marc?”
“It’ll be all right love.”
“What’s happening? Why are we here?”
“You might say I brought you here to recharge our batteries. I realized as we were drifting off to sleep that there was no way I could get by with only a couple hours of sleep.”
“I’m feeling a lot better,” Lance said as hand drifted to Marc’s ass.
“No James. Your energy level is back up but your body still needs time to recoup.”
“You mean we can’t do it again?”
“It just wouldn’t be as satisfying,” Marc said pulling Lance into a warm snuggle.
Marc awoke with Lance half sprawled on top of him. His legs were wrapped around Marc’s left leg and his arm had a tight grip around Marc’s chest, and Lance’s head was tucked under Marc’s chin. Looking to the night stand Marc could make out it was a little after seven. Reaching up he stroked the back of Lance’s head. Lance moved a little as he made his way lower, stroking the back of his neck then down his spine.
Lance felt the warm hand as it moved down his back stopping just above his crack. The soft kiss on the top of his head made him raise his head a little to squint at Marc’s smiling face.
“Good morning,” Marc said softly.
“Morning,” Lance said as he moved up to meet Marc’s lips.
As Lance pulled back he got a good look at Marc’s face. He was surprised at what he saw, or more like what he didn’t see. Slowly he reached up to touch Marc’s face. “How do you feel?”
“I’m fine.”
“As hard as you were slugged I expected you would have a big bruise.”
“I normally don’t bruise.”
“Yes you do. I’ve seen you. When you ran into that pillar you had a good bruise on your forehead.”
“You’ve got a good memory.”
Lance grinned.
“Do you remember how long I had the bruise?”
Lance thought hard but he couldn’t remember seeing the bruise the next day. “I don’t know.”
“James, how do you feel this morning?”
“I feel great.”
“You realize we only got a couple hours sleep. How could you feel so great?”
“On the beach you gave me a boost. You said I would feel better this morning and I do.”
“The boost, the energy I gave you is why you feel so good. For some reason I have the ability to draw. . . I don’t know what to call it. . . Energy. It allows me to see deep in my self. To the point I know every cell in my body. Dad and Sara are the only ones I’ve ever tried to explain this to. This energy allows me to heal quickly. When we are in that dream world it is stronger and it works faster.”
“Is that what you used on Jon?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! Are you now going to sleep for three days?”
“No. I’m fine. The energy I gave you last night isn’t exactly the same I used on Jon. That energy came from my life force. I hadn’t learnt about the force in the dream world yet.”
“What ever it was I feel real good this morning,” Lance said as he snuggled with Marc.
They snuggled for a few minutes before the alarm went off. “Sorry James, I need to get moving.”
“Can’t you call in sick?” Lance asked.
“No,” Marc laughed as he gave Lance a quick kiss before rolling out of bed.
Lance offered to join Marc in his shower but Marc pointed out he didn’t have that much time. They both knew things would heat up in the shower and Marc would be late. Lance slipped into the shower as Marc shaved.
The phone rang as Marc was slipping on his shoes. “Hello.”
“Morning Marc,” Howie greeted him. “What do you have on tap for today?”
“As soon as Lance gets dressed we’re going to have breakfast then I have to head to the studio for my production meeting. The show is at ten. Then I’ll grab something to eat before heading over to Lincoln Center. I should be back here around six.”
“They set up a buffet for us. Why don’t you two join us?”
Marc hesitated before asking, “Will A.J. be there?”
“No, he’s still sleeping it off. We probably won’t see him till noon.”
“All right, we’ll be there in a bit.”
“Great. It’s in the room across from mine. The door will be open.”
“Who was on the phone?” Lance asked as he pulled his belt tight.
“It was Howie. He invited us to share their breakfast buffet.”
Lance jaw was set as he pondered Marc’s statement. “Will A.J. be there?”
Marc shook his head. “Howie thinks he’s going to be out of it till noon.”
“Well okay,” Lance agreed.
When they arrived for breakfast Marc felt an air of uneasiness hanging over the room. Everyone was friendly but something just didn’t feel right. When they sat down with their plates of food Marc realized what was wrong. “Isn’t Kevin joining us?” Marc asked.
Quick glances passed between the guys of Backstreet.
“Ah, he’s in with A.J.,” Brian finally said.
Marc’s right eyebrow arched, “He’s awake?”
“Yeah, Kevin went to lay down the law,” Nick said between mouths full of food.
Kevin walked into the room with A.J. behind him.
Marc grabbed hold of Lance’s arm. “Calm down!” Marc said in a low voice. He could feel Lance relax.
A.J. nervously scanned the room. When his eyes fell on Lance and Marc his shoulders slumped.
Marc could read the fear in his eyes. Kevin’s talk with him must have included what had happened last night and a stern warning of what would happen if anything else happened.
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Marc set his plate on the end table. As he got up Lance shot him a dirty look.
As Marc approached, A.J.’s eyes were darting around the room looking for an escape route. Marc was between him and the door into the hall and he would have to try to get pass Lance to get into the bathroom.
A.J. was on the edge of panic when he glanced up at the guy approaching him and noticed his smile.
“We haven’t met. I’m Marc Newman,” Marc said as he held out his hand to A.J..
A.J. flinched as Marc’s arm came forward. Expecting to see a fist, he was relieved to find an open hand. Nervously he looked from the extended hand to the smiling face. He didn’t see any anger in his eyes. Looking closely he couldn’t even see where he had suppose to have slugged him.
“Hi, ah, I’m A.J. Mc Lean. I’m sorry that I hit you,” he said in a way of an apology.
“Hay, don’t worry about it. I understand you weren’t yourself. Besides, you didn’t do much damage. I’m still as good looking as before.”
Looking into Marc’s eyes A.J. saw only a glint of mischief in his eyes. A smile crept across A.J.’s face. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I’m glad you’re all right.”
“Let’s just try not to have it happen again,” Marc said placing a hand on A.J.’s shoulder. “You see that baby faced guy sitting over there?”
A.J. looked over at Lance, as he nodded his head.
“He’s the one you will have to deal with if it happens again. He may look all sweet and innocent. But if you mess with his man he’ll rip your head off and drop kick it into the next county.”
A.J.’s eye got really big, as he gulped.
Lance was shooting daggers at Marc but A.J. didn’t know the difference.
“I understand.”
Giving A.J. a pat on the shoulder Marc returned to his breakfast.
“Baby faced, rip his head off,” Lance whispered.
“The look in your eyes last night told me that’s what you wanted to do.”
“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to do. But why did you call me baby faced?”
“I had to work with what with what I had. What did you want me to say? See that cute guy over there? If you mess with me again he’ll slap you silly?”
Lance thought for a moment. “Ripping his head off, is better.”
Marc’s cell rang. After a quick exchange he got up. “My ride is here. I’ll see you guys later.”
Lance walked with Marc to the elevator. “I’ll meet you after the show.”
“You know you could come with me.”
“Rosie doesn’t need the headache of me showing up. We’re scheduled for Wednesday. I’ll see her then.”
“K, I’ll see you later. Bye.” Marc gave Lance a quick kiss before stepping on the elevator.
Lance was waiting in a cab when Marc finished his morning show. They headed to a deli a couple blocks from Lincoln Center for a quick lunch. They walked the short distance to Marc’s rehearsal.
Lance was thrilled with what he heard. He agreed with Marc the symphony had embraced Marc’s work and it sounded fantastic.
When they returned to the hotel they had to use a back entrance because word had gotten out that the Back Street Boys and *Nsync were staying at the hotel.
Stepping off the elevator their ears were assaulted with loud music and laughter coming from several open doors.
A pillow shot through one of the doors followed by Joey shooting out the door. “Marc!” Joey shouted when he spotted Marc grinning at him.
Justin’s head popped out the door, with the biggest smile on his face. “Bro!” he shouted before running to Marc, giving him a big hug. “God, I missed you.”
“I missed you too, little brother.”
The rest of *Nsync spilled out of the room each taking a few moments greeting their friend.
Howie and the other guys were standing outside their rooms watching the reunion with amused smiles.
That night some of the guys wanted to go clubbing. Joey, Chris, Justin, JC, Nick, Howie, Kevin, and Brian headed out around nine. Marc still had to work the next day so he begged off. Lance stayed with Marc looking forward to some quality time with his man. You could see A.J. wanted to join his friends but he got the evil eye from Kevin; killing any chance of a night out.
“Do you want to go out to eat or eat in?” Marc asked.
“It will be hard getting reservations anywhere. Why don’t we just order in.”
“K, we can order from the hotel or there are several nearby restaurants that deliver.”
Lance picked up the menus from next to the phone studying the options. “What do you think A.J. is going to do tonight,” Lance asked.
“I don’t know. Did you see the look Kevin gave him?”
“Yeah, I’m surprise he didn’t burst into flames from that glare.”
“If the hangover from last night wasn’t bad enough, it seems he’s been grounded.”
“It must be killing him,” Lance said. “Marc, would it be all right if he joined us?”
Marc was intrigued with Lance’s question. “It’s been a while since we had a three way. If you’re willing. Sure.”
Lance threw a pillow at Marc. “Not that! I was talking about him eating with us.”
Marc said, “Sure, why not. Do you want me to call him or do you want to do it?”
“Since he sees me as his biggest threat maybe I should offer the olive branch.”
“It was just after midnight when the group of clubbers returned to the hotel.
“This is a first,” their security guard said as they stepped off the elevator. “You guys sick or something?”
“No,” Kevin said. “We all have to be up early.”
As they walked to their rooms they said their good nights. Nick opened his door and let out a curse.
Heads turned toward Neck.
“What’s wrong?” Kevin asked.
“A.J. is not in the room.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Kevin growled as he went to confirm A.J.’s absents. “He was told not to leave the floor.”
Howie came back from talking to the security man at the elevators. “Frank said A.J. didn’t get by him.”
“Well where is he?” Kevin asked.
“He may have his cell with him,” Joey said.
Kevin pulled his cell out and punched A.J.’s number.
“It’s getting late,” A.J. said as he looked at his watch. “The guys will be returning soon. I should get going. Thank you for inviting me.”
Marc and Lance rose to walk A.J. to the door. “It was our pleasure,” Lance said.
Marc offered his hand to A.J. “I prefer having you as a new friend, to last nights misunderstanding.”
A.J. was smiling when he shook Marc’s hand. The chirp of a cell phone made each of them check their cells.
A.J. let out a long sigh. “It’s Kevin. He’s probably going to yell at me again.”
Marc held out his hand, “Let me answer it.”
Handing the phone to Marc he was interested in what he had in mind.
“Hello, A.J.’s phone,” Marc said with a raspy voice.
Kevin froze when he didn’t hear A.J.’s voice. “Ah, ah, is A.J. there?”
“He’s busy right now. May I take a message?” Marc said as he looked out the peephole into the hall.
“Who is this?” Kevin demanded. “Put A.J. on!”
“You don’t need to know who this is. The only thing you need to know is I got your friend and if you want him back in one piece you will do as I say.”
The color drained from Kevin’s face. Putting his hand over the phone he said, “A.J. had been kidnaped.”
“What?” Chris asked.
“This guy on A.J.’s phone said he has him and if we want him back in one piece we have to do what he says.”
Justin and Joey looked at each other, with a strange feeling of de ja vu.
“If you really got A.J. put him on,” Kevin demanded.