Disclaimer - This story contains gay relationships between the members of the pop music band N-Sync and a fictional character. This story in no way implies that any members of N-Sync is gay (but if they are they should feel free to e-mail me). If you are under the legal age to read pornographic material in your area please leave immediately. The author takes no responsibility for anyone's actions based upon this work of fiction.
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The-N'Sync-Gang
Lance lay on top of me, fondling my covered cock, and kissing me deeply and passionately. We continued to make out for several long minutes, before I pushed him away from me, gently. He responded by moving back slowly, looking into my eyes with a look saying, 'what did I do wrong,' plastered to his face. "We can't do this now," I whispered, running my hand down his face. "We have to get you back to the hotel. Besides I want more than just a quick bunk up before you go to work. Maybe we should take things slowly and see where they go. If they progress, then great but, we don't want to do anything that we'll regret later."
He nodded, "You're right. It's just. . .you are sooooo gorgeous, and funny, and. . .," he trailed off.
I smiled at him, "If this works out then we can continue where we have left off."
"But I'll be leaving in a few days," he said, mornfully.
"Then we'd better get to know each other reeeaaaallll fast," I replied, smiling.
It was if my smile melted all his worries and fears, because he smiled back and we got up and headed back to the car. In the garage I began to get into the Jeep when I heard Lance say, "Can't we take the Ferrari?"
I smiled at him, "Anything you want!" I ran around to the Ferrari and started the engine. I shifted gears and gunned the engine, shooting us out onto the highway, speeding for the city. We both smiled, enjoying the ride, and the time, albeit short, together.
I drove up to the front of the hotel. "You wanna come in?" Lance asked.
"Sure," I said. We stepped out of the car and I gave the keys to the valet. "Take good care of it," I said.
"I will, sir," he replied.
Lance and I walked up the stairs and into the main lobby. We stood just inside the doors facing a large crowd of fans. "What band did you say you worked for?"
"NSync," Lance said shyly.
"They seem to be VERY popular."
"Yes, w. . .They are," he replied. He corrected himself so fast, I barely caught it. If I wasn't trained to notice vocal patterns and voice stress levels I would have missed it completely. 'Strange,' I thought. "There is definetly more going on here than I thought.'
"Well, I get to render my opinion soon, I had one of my men pick up a copy of the CD for me."
He winced at that, "I'm sure you'll enjoy it," he said, uncertainely. "Let's sneek around this crowd if we can," he said.
"Ok," I replied.
We got around the crowd and into and elevator without being seen. As soon as the doors closed I turned to Lance, "Alright, what is going on?" I asked, slightly upset.
"What do you mean?" he asked, flinching.
"I think you know what I mean," I said, staring into his eyes.
"Well. . .," he said slowly, as if dreading what he has to say.
"It can't be that bad," I said, trying to encourage him. "It isn't like I'll hate you for the rest of your life."
"You might," he said, a tear forming the the corner of his eye.
This touched me, shooting straight to the center of my being. I reached out and took him in my arms, pulling him into me. He buried his face in my chest. "No matter what it is, unless you are an axe-murderer I won't hate you, and even if you are and axe-murderer, I'll only take it under consideration." This caused him to giggle softly into my chest. "Besides, if we are going to get anywhere, then we have to trust each other."
He pulled back a little, staring up into my eyes. "You're right," he said, his voice shakey. "We weren't fully honest with you when we told you that we worked for Nsync."
"Uh oh, now it comes out, you're just crew wannabe's I see," I joked.
He smiled, "No, we ARE NSync."
I was stunned. All I could do is look into his eyes in wonder. 'What have I done to deserver someone so gorgeous, funny, and famous,' kept running through my mind. "Do I get a private concert?" I joked, smiling.
He looked up at me in disbelief, "You think I could hate you? For something as great as that!" I said. "Most people would consider that GOOD news."
"You're not mad that we lied to you?" he asked.
"Well first of all, you didn't really lie, you do work for NSync, you work for yourselves. Besides I could never get mad at you." I paused, "But, just out of curiosity, why did ya'll lie?"
"Because, of all the people we have met and tried to become friends with, most have only wanted to befriend us for our fame. We wanted to be considered real people, not idols. You seemed like a nice guy, and we wanted someone to befriend us for who we are, not who we are supposed to be."
"Sounds like a good reason to me," I said, just as the elevator slid to a stop and opened its doors to deposit us on the forty-second floor of the hotel. We stepped off the elevator and stood in the hall for a moment just looking at each other.
"You wanna come to our concert tonight?" he asked.
"Wouldn't miss it," I said. But if I'm going to the concert than I have to go home, get some work done, than get ready for the concert."
"I'll have a ticket and a backstage pass reserved for you, for tonight. 7:00 don't be late," he replied. "And no fair listening to the CD first!"
"Don't worry I won't listen to it, no matter how tempting it is," I promised.
He rose up onto his tippy-toes and kissed me lightly. We moved apart and he walked down the hallway as I returned to the elevator. I walked back to the driveway and had the valet bring my car around. I gunned the engine and headed home, in a state of natural euphoria.
Once home I went into the bathroom and began to talk to myself in the mirror. "What the hell is happening here," I said. 'You are falling in love,' my mind replied. "How? Why, is this happenning to me?" 'Because it is what you really want.' "Is it?" '' "Do I really love him?" '' "What am I going to do?" 'You will go to the concert and do the best you can to make Lance happy, it is the only thing you can do. You can't let him down, no matter how much you think you want to.'
I looked into the mirror at the image which Lance seemed to find attractive. All I saw was a man, approx 5'11" olive complextion, nice tan, blond hair of moderate length, well built, well muscled. "I guess I could be considered attractive," I said to myself. 'Lance certainely thinks so.' "Oh shut-up!" 'Make me!' I laughed to myself. "Well I'd better get ready for work now."
I walked from the large bathroom, into my bedroom. I procedded to open my closet and remove a black suit, coat, black gloves, and black socks and shoes. I dressed in the black, pulled a pair of black sunglasses out of the left hand pocket and walked into the hall, opened the secret passage and headed downstairs into the secret sub-basement.
I walked down a short staircase and came up behind two of my men. When they heard my footsteps they turned around and stared at me. One handed me an platinum plated pistol, and the other a briefing. I nodded to both, "Let's go!"
I turned and we walked to a black Porshe, got in, and sped off towards New Orleans.
Lance walked into the room with a smile from ear to ear. "What happened to you?" Joey asked.
"Oh nothing," Lance replied his smile broadening if it was possible.
"He finally got laid!" Chris yelled.
"Not quite," Lance said. Everyone smiled. "Alright guys, enough fun. We need to get to the studio, fifteen minutes ago!"
"That's my boy, always on schedule, even AFTER getting laid," Chris joked.
"Alright Chris," Lance began, "You start acting up and I'm gonna have to hurt you."
"Oooooh! Bad boy! What you gonna do?"
"This!" Justin yelled, jumping on Chris's back. They all broke into laughter.
"Alright, seriously guys, we do need to get going," JC said.
"Yes, daddy," Justin said.
They walked out of the room, down the hall, and into the elevator. They rode the elevator down to the lobby and finally made it to the limo after ten minutes worth of autograph signing.
"You know, our popularity is astounding," JC said, leanning into the cushions.
"STOP!!!" Joey yelled. "No big words, please. Our feeble brains can't take it.
"No seriously, just think a few short years ago we were just another band moving into the big bad world. Now we are NSYNC, one of the most popular bands in the WORLD!!!"
"You've just become the most popular band in the world what are you gonna do next?" Joey said, acting like a talk show host.
"I'm going to Cheese world! Now cut it out with the corny OLD jokes!" Chris yelled at Joey.
"Take it easy guy," Justin said. "Joey has to have his head to sing with tonight."
"Can I just chew on a leg then?" Chris asked.
"Sure, why not," Justin smiled.
"Hey now!" Joey said, acting offended.
They joked the rest of the way to the studio. They got out of the limo and headed for the recording room. Once inside they began to practice for the night's concert.
Several hours later they all sat around lazily. "Man I could use some sleep," Justin moaned from his position splayed out on a couch.
"I'll second that," JC agreed.
"Oh, comeon guys, you can't be tired after a little rehearsal!" Chris said enthusiastically.
"Chris, you're always hyper. Sometimes I wonder about you!" Justin laughed.
"Yeah," Joey said, "are you some kind of alien? Maybe we should disect you and see how all the little parts work."
"Watch what you say there," Chris replied sarcastically, "there's nothing about me that is little!!!"
"Prove it!" Justin yelled.
"Why should I?" Chris asked.
"Because---" Joey began.
"Alright guys lets head on over to the dome," one of the managers interrupted, sticking his head through the door.
"Alright, we're coming," Lance replied, standing.
They all marched out of the room and out to the limo slowly. The limos headed out from the studio and towards the New Orleans Superdome. They all looked out the windows, surveying the city. "Hey, look!" Chris yelled, bouncing up and down, shaking the car. "There's the river! But we're above the river, I thought they said that New Orleans is below sea level."
"They did," Lance said, "but only the French Quarter, and the rest of the old city, as well as the Riverwalk mall, and the Convention center. The rest of the city is above sea-level, barely."
"Thank you Mr. Genius," Justin joked. They all began to laugh, excepting the blushing Lance.
"Alright guys, lets focus and do a little warm-up," JC suggested.
"Good idea," Lance began just as Joey said, "Do we have to!?! We just had rehearsal."
"We've been through this before. YES!!! We need to focus so no one starts to lose it on stage. When we get to the dome, THEN we can goof off. Hacking gets us coo, and relaxed for the show," JC said.
"Yes dad!" Joey said, using his little baby voice.
The limos pulled up in front of the dome and the guys got out and finally made it backstage through the crowd of screaming fans.
"Sometimes our fans get on my nerves," Justin said, after they were safely backstage.
"Yeah, but they are what keeps us around," Lance said.
"I know," Justin replied, "but if they just calmed down a little bit."
"Let's hack!" Joey yelled pulling an hacky-sack from his pocket.
"Yeah, baby!!!" Chris yelled back.
I stood in front of my dresser, attempting to perfect my image in the mirror. I adjusted my tie one last time before turning and walked to the garage. I selected the Jeep again, just in case the guys and I decided to go somewhere other than their hotel after the concert.
I rolled out of the driveway and onto the highway, gunned the engine and headed into town.
I pulled up into the dome parking lot at 6:15 but it took me a good 10 minutes just to park. Then I walked to the doors and proceeded to be shoved around by tons of people. I finally got my ticket and made it to my seat at approximately 6:50, barely enough time to spare. I sat and waited, between two VERY annoying girls, for the show to start.
I did not have to wait for long. Promptly, at 7:00 the speakers crackled with energy and a voice boomed out. "Ladies and gentlemen, lets welcome Nnnnnnn SYNC!!!" The crowd yelled hysterically, and the speakers began to pulse out a dance beat. The guys entered one at a time, mouths open and singing.
As Lance made his entrance, and was welcomed by a round of screams, he surveryed the audience, looking for me. He found me after a only few moments of searching, he had gotten me front row tickets, and focused on me, smiling. I smiled back. The two girls sitting next to me must have thought he was smiling at them because they began to leap around spasmodically. I was forced to chuckle at their obvious display of stupidity.
The concert continued, and I even found myself start to move to the music. The one thing that did frustrate me was the fact that I couldn't sing to any of their songs. Lance didn't want me to listen to their CD, so all I could do was listen to their upbeat melodies and melodious ballads.
Lance looked to me from time to, a new smile forming on his face every time he saw me enjoying their music. Every smile caused to the girls seated beside me to scream crazily, and me to roll my eyes at their lack of brains.
After the concert ended, I waited in my seat for it to clear out before heading to the backstage doors. I showed the guard my pass, and he waved me through. I walked backstage, listening for the guys voices. I heard their voices, as well as a chorus of girls to find my way to a lounge that the guys and a group of girls where talking in.
As I walked through the door, the guys looked up. Lance's face brightened when he saw me. The "ladies" were so enthralled by the gods that they were worshiping that they completely overlooked my entrance. I sat myself down in a corner and watched, with a smile on my face, as the girls proceeded to drive the guys crazy. Although, I have to give it to the guys, they showed no signs of being annoyed.
When all the girls had finally slipped out, Lance came over to me and shook me from my quiet slumber. I opened my eyes to his drawn, but smiling face. "You get bored?" he asked.
"That's one way to put it," I replied. "So what are ya'll gonna do now?" I asked.
"Well, now we go back to the hotel and go to bed, but I'd like for you to come and give me a little company," he said with a wicked grin. "We leave in a few days and I want to be together as much as possible."
"Alright, then lets go!" I said, standing. He smiled in return.
"I have to get my car, I'll bring it over to the hotel," I said.
"We could just ride with you to the hotel," Lance offered.
"Fine by me. What do you guys think?" I asked, raising my voice.
"Huh? What?" Chris mumbled.
"I'm gonna give you guys a ride over to the hotel in my Jeep, that way you don't have to wait for the limo." I replied.
"Good, idea," JC responded.
We all walked to the now deserted parking lot together. I could tell by their faces that they were drained. I'd be lucky if Lance could stay awake for a few minutes to talk. 'The concert must have really drained them,' I thought. 'But it makes sense. I think I'd get drained if I had all those people focusing on me like that. Their almost like leeches, sucking you life's blood.'
We got in the Jeep and sped off towards their hotel. When we got there, I woke the guys, who had fallen asleep on the ride over. "Alright guys, I think the hotel beds might be a little more comfortable than the car seats."
"Yeah, I'd agree with that," Justin replied with a forced smile.
We walked into the hotel and rode the elevator to the floor their label has reserved for them. They walked to their respective rooms, as Lance brought me to his.
We walked over to the bed, Lance leaning heavily on me. We sat down together. "I think you need you rest," I said to him.
"But I wanted to talk," he said, like an upset child.
"We can talk in the morning," I replied. "Right now, you're not gonna be much of a conversation. You're practically falling asleep in my arms now."
"I wouldn't mind that," he replied, smiling.
"Fine then!" I layed him down on his stomach and began to rub his back.
"That feels soooooo, good," he moaned.
"I knew it would," I replied. "Let me know if I press too hard."
I gently but firmly rubbed his back. I removed his shirt and admired his perfect back. I resumed the massage. He sighed softly and in a few moments, I knew he was in a deep sleep.
I got up off the bed and pulled my cellphone from my pocket. I dialed a number and waited for an answer. "Hey," I said into the mic. "I'm not coming tomorrow. Yeah, I've made some "other" plans. Yeah, I may not be doing anything for the "company" for much longer. Yeah, I found someone but he lives in Orlando. Of course maybe dad could transfer me to the Orlando unit. I'm sure he wouldn't mind building a new house, it's not like he lacks money. Ya'll don't really need me, and dad knows it. He just wants me to be part of the family business. But it isn't what I want to do. Not really! He's gonna have to accept that. Look I don't want to get into this with you. Just plan on doing the job without me for the next couple of days. Ok, thanks. Yeah, I won't leave without dropping in. Ok, see yah around."
I hung up the phone and walked over to the window. 'I've go to be crazy,' I thought to myself. I stared out the window for several moments then walked over to the bed, got under the covers next to Lance, wrapped him in my arms and fell into oblivion.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- To Be Continued
**Now I know ya'll are starting to wonder about Bran's sanity, but he has all his marbles, don't worry. He just has a simple multiple personality disorder which he is strangely aware of, more on that later.
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