Standard Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. Nothing here is true, and does not point fingers at the sexuality of the members of the performing group BBMak, or N'Sync. Any similarities here to real life would be purely coincidental, if not surreal. Also, if you are not of legal age and/or not comfortable with gay erotic literature, please leave.
Sooner or Later-2 by Hymmetry
Chris was bellowing, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?" as Ste and Mark tried to cover themselves up from a sticky situation. Not that it mattered; Chris had caught them red-handed, drenched in Mark's cum just after Ste had given Mark his first ever blowjob. The two lovers looked at each other, then to Chris, not knowing how to explain.
"When the fuck did you guys decide to become gay?" Chris demanded angrily, a large vein throbbing on his forehead. "And who started this, huh? Mark? Ste? Well?!? Do you what would happen if this leaks out!?" Chris was on a roll. Never had he been so angry at his two bandmates.
"I can't believe this! Here we are, just beginning our careers and already the two of you are out to ruin it! I can't believe I've been working with a couple of faggots all this time! Do you know what you guys have done?!? Do you? DO YOU!!?!?"
During that entire tirade, Mark and Ste just held each other, flinching from Chris' harsh words.
"If you guys don't decide to become straight again, I swear, I'm leaving the band and taking away everything I brought with me into it." With that, Chris stalked off, insanely angry at what he considered to be the ultimate in betrayal. * * * * * * * * * * *
"Fuck, Mark.I don't what to do.who would've thought that Chris would've reacted that way." Ste murmured. Ste crumpled to the floor, worried.
"It's not like it's our fault that we're different from him, Ste." Mark answered. "Besides, you bet he was just shocked. I mean, how would feel if you caught me an' Chris shagging this very minute?"
Friggin' jealous, that's what, thought Ste. But he hadn't the heart to tell Mark. But I still wouldn't be a cold-hearted bastard to say some of the bloody shit that Chris threw at them.
"Do you think we'll be alright?" asked Ste.
"Yeah." Mark whispered. "With a little practice." * * * * * * * * * * *
The next day proved tense for the band. Chris refused to speak, talk, or even walk near them throughout the entire day. Ste and Mark knew they had their work cut for them. Already, Chris was eyeing his personal belongings with an expression that said, "Can't wait to leave them fags" plainly on his face. It looked like BBMak was done for, seemingly just moments after it had started.
Luck finally came though, when a call from management forced the trio to be together in the same room for a meeting concerning their concert schedules. The agenda of the meeting was a surprise.
"Mark, Ste, Chris.we've been getting great feedback about you guys. As a band, you've hit it big as far as it can get. With all those other generic boy bands out there stealing the show, you've done the near impossible by forming a niche for yourselves that no other boy band can answer for."
"So?" Chris interrupted. "Get to the point!" Chris was in a foul temper those days.
"We've decided that you're packaging is all wrong. This 'They're a boy-band that's really a band' theme is hitting members of the teenage girl set the wrong way. That's why we're planning to merge into the mainstream but still keeping your own personal niche."
"Which is?" Ste prompted.
"We and N'Sync's management are promoting a joint concert featuring BBMak and N'Sync. It's a win-win situation for the both of you-you partake of their record-breaking exposure while they can say that boy- bands aren't all about having just the right dance moves, but the music to go with it. We're destroying the stereotype boys!" Their managers exclaimed jubilantly. "We're changing the genre! So what do you say?"
Before Mark and Ste could answer, Chris responded, "NO."
"What?" One manager flustered.
"I'm not working with a pair of homos who happen to be in my band." Chris smirked. "And you can't do anything about it." Mark and Ste stared at Chris as he strove to ruin their careers.
"Are you so sure about that?" asked one of the managers grimly.
"Yes." It came out arrogant.
"There's something called 'breach-of-contract' in this business, kid," said the manager briefly, "And it means failure to comply means liabilities and damages. Try and leave and reappear in court. You signed the contract, so you had better follow the rules."
Chris was taken aback as the facts sunk in. He had no escape, and his triumph quickly dissolved around him.
Ste and Mark looked at other and grinned. They had finally found a way to keep the group, whether Chris liked it or not.
To add insult to injury, Ste asked, "Hey, are we ready to practice yet? We have big gig ahead of us, don't we?" And smiled, knowing that it would infuriate Chris even further. * * * * * * * * * * *
Rehearsals for the big gig started a week later. Though Chris stayed surly, Ste's and Mark's friendship grew deeper. Pretty soon they had passed the level of intimacy most couples had, and drifted into one relationship where only sharing and affirmation took place.
Finally it was announced that a week later, full rehearsals would take place. BBMak would take a plane to Orlando, Florida, where they were to meet up with N'Sync. * * * * * * * * * * *
Sooner or Later 3
The plane had landed. They were in Orlando. Things were looking up. Ste and Mark knew that if word of their relationship would leak, their careers would be in jeopardy. So they decided to keep to themselves on the matter, and managed to bludgeon Chris into compliance. After all, they reasoned, it was his career too that was in trouble if he decided to act vengeful and expose them to them world. After much hemming and hawing, Chris agreed.
The Britons went out the airport, the scene familiar to them. Earlier that spring, they had performed in a joint concert with M2M for Disney. Now however, the situation was different. They would be representing their niche in the world of boy bands. Understandably, the group was tense. Even Chris slacked off from his homophobia. The nervousness was bringing them closer together.
So it was to their surprise that when they met N'Sync, that they were so.so.normal.
"Alright guys, I guess it's time for introductions.", said this tall young man with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. Obviously the leader of the group, he exuded.charisma. Ste couldn't help but hold his breath. The young man reminded him much of his lover, Mark.
"I'm JC." He shook hands with them.
"I'm Lance."
"Hey didn't I see you in Seventh Heaven???" exclaimed Chris. The group laughed.
"Joey."
"Chris."
Oh, another one, thought Ste. Hopefully nothing like the one I know.
"And last but not the least.Justin!" The name came out as this cheerful remark from a tall, curly haired blonde who, (as Mark said later on) was just begging to be hugged. Already, BBMak knew that their co-workers wouldn't be difficult to get along with.
Or so they thought. * * * * * * * * * * *
Midnight, that same day.
Just after rehearsals.
The two bands stretched themselves out on their studio floor, exhausted. All afternoon and into the evening, they had rehearsed all their sets, cues and what not needed to give a spectacular concert. Of course, now they were just paying the price.
Ste groaned as he tried to get up. Carrying a guitar all day was not usually his idea of fun. That, and strumming the strings had caused the usual shallow cuts that marked the tips of his fingers. His back hurt, and he was covered in sweat.
It could be said for all the young men lying down on the studio. They had reached the point where moving was painful, and even the idea of getting up was a nightmare.
But what could they do? They said good night to each other and left for their own personal rooms that adjoined their studio, part of the new complex that was raised in Orlando for the benefit of performing artists.
Mark was tired, his energies spent on singing for hours at an end. As he lay face down on his bed, he wondered about Ste. And Chris. And how BBMak was finally sort of okay.
Just then, the door creaked open. Mark raised himself and turned to see who it was.
Justin. The blonde. The cutie.
"Oh.wait, this isn't my room? Man." Justin complained. "I can hardly move."
"Ummmm." Mark ventured, "You could stay if you want." Please say yes, Mark begged in his mind, praying that ESP would work.
"Well."
Knowing that now was his only chance, Mark continued, "Hey, you're tired already, it obvious that you don't even know where your room is, and it's also clear that you're about to collapse. Just crash here. There's more than enough space for us here." Mark persuaded glibly, referring to the king sized bed he was on.
"If you put it that way.sure." Justin agreed brightly. "I just hope you don't mind me in my undies."
"No problem." Mark replied. A small glimmer of guilt touched Mark though, as Justin started removing his clothes and stripped to just his boxers. What would Ste think? But the temptation was too great. Mark let Justin lie down next to him, snuggling under the covers and resting his head lightly on his pillow.
Mark rested his eyes on Justin and smiled. He couldn't believe it. He had one of the world's most beautiful people sleeping beside him. As he thought this, a stray beam of moonlight entered through his window, striking Justin's hair fully. The effect was such that it was like Justin had a halo of silver and gold light around him. Mark sucked in his breath; he was in bed with an angel.
Just then, a weight had settled on Mark's stomach. Mark looked down, only to see Justin's arm wrapped over his abs. Obviously, the angel thought that Mark was a pillow.
Mark gulped. The temptation was getting stronger now, and he could feel his manhood rising. Pretty soon, he would be fully aroused with no vehicle for his passions.
Mark bit his lip, trying to fight his passions from growing, but it was no use. In seconds, he was erect to his full 11 inches. There was no turning back now, yet no release. Rather than spend his night in frustration, the lead singer of BBMak got up, only to discover that was the worst possible move he could have made.
As he moved to rise, Justin's arm slipped from his stomach down to his crotch. Just when Mark thought he had reached his hardest, Justin's stray hand was atop his dick, a pleasurable weight on his shaft. Mark began to sweat. His temperature was rising, but still he tried to resist it. He didn't want to jeopardize anything he had now. But the next few moments proved to be the undoing of Mark Barry.
Justin began to whimper softly in his sleep. The poor boy began humping the bed, his motions reflecting the erotic nature of his dreams. His fingers were everywhere, and Mark couldn't suppress a gasp any longer. His dick was free of his underwear know, its mass big enough to rise past his clothing. Justin's fingers though, seemed to have a mind of their own as they clamped themselves around Mark's manhood, stroking up and down. Mark started incredulously as waves of pleasure rolled up and down his body. He was receiving a handjob from an expert, and it helped to that the expert was a mirror image of an angel.
Justin became more involved in his dream, as he began to moan in his sleep.
"JC...yeah.JC...do you like it?"
Mark was shocked. Could Justin be gay too?
"Oh JC,moan for me. I like to hear it."
Mark couldn't help but moan himself as Justin's fingers deftly made magic on Mark's cock. It was like they were everywhere all at once; at the base of his cock, around the shaft, rubbing the head in between two digits.Mark began to writhe on his bed.
Justin himself was lost in a fantasy, a fantasy that was pulling itself into the real world.
Thankfully for himself, Mark finally managed to resist. He gently took away Justin's hand and put it back on the bed. "God...that was too good...to..." But the scenario wasn't finished.
Justin rolled over, his body taut and hot with effects of his dream. Mark caught a glimpse of the teen's cock, the penis tenting Justin's boxers. It was well defined, just like the sable definition of Justin's handsome features. The boy from BBMak gulped yet again, considering this other situation in a host of earlier temptations.
"Please,please,touch me." Justin cried out.
Justin's cries shattered Mark's resolve. Eager, he laid his hand on Justin's cock through the boxers, stroking it through the fabric.
"Yeah...that's right...ohhh." Justin moaned further. "Please...please...oh yessss." the blonde hissed. Already, his body was quivering, receiving the same treatment he had given Mark just moments before.
Mark started sweating. He had crossed the line. If Ste found out, he was a goner. Abruptly, he stopped. Mark sighed, and lay down to sleep.
But he only truly drifted into darkness after he heard a quiet murmur:
"Thanks Mark. I won't tell anyone." * * * * * * * * * * *
The next day.
Chris was feeling rotten. It had been a while since his tirade at Ste and Mark. He was surprised, he admitted to himself, and reacted the whole wrong way. Now, all he had to do was make it up to them.
Of course, that was easier said than done.
Chris wondered if Ste and Mark knew that his reactions were simply a self-preservation tactic on his part. After all, he was sure that neither Ste nor Mark knew that he was gay.
He had known for a while, but not in the secure way that Ste was. At least on Ste's case, he had been self-accepting the moment he woke up to it. But Chris had the problem of denying himself, a habit ingrained into him thanks to insecurity and other what-not.
The blonde looked down with his green eyes at himself, and was disgusted at what he saw: A hypocrite. He knew he had to make it up to Ste and Mark, and didn't know how.
It was time for some objective advice. * * * * * * * * * * *
JC heard knocking on his door first thing in the morning. Checking his alarm clock, he groaned to see what it registered: 8 am. Too early after a midnight drill. Muttering to himself, JC got off his bed, knowing that this had better be good.
He was shocked to see a tear-faced Christian Burns at his door, looking like his world was going to collapse. * * * * * * * * * * *
"What's wrong?" JC asked in alarm? What could've happened? Chris was one of the most self-assured persons he had ever met.
"JC,I need some help." It came out a sob.
"What, what?" JC rushed forward, taking Chris into his room and shutting the door.
"I've treated Ste and Mark terribly,and I can't tell them why."
JC bit his lip. "So what does this have to do with me?"
"Everyone here says you're the father figure here. I sort of thought that maybe you could help me...it's different in my group, see...we're all equals, we look at each other like we were all the same...bad part about that is, there's no one to turn to when we need something like a mediator or authority figure." Chris continued sobbing.
JC reached out to embrace the sobbing Brit. He was surprised to feel a firm, taut body, one that was obviously very physically fit. His eyes strayed into Chris' eyes. He had never noticed that they were a brilliant green, and he had never noticed as well that Chris had classic features that mixed the best of distant Italian and Saxon ancestry. JC licked his lips.
Oh, JC was gay. It was a more common phenomenon in the music industry than the industry would like to admit. One does get tired of girls if most of the women in one's life are comprised of either celebrities that are just about desired by everyone and shrieking teenage girls begging for more. JC liked the stability he could find in men, the unabashedness, the masculine persona of stability, not some decibel piercing girl who really didn't know what she wanted, not at least at puberty.
"What should I do?" Chris cried.
"Well, what's the problem?" JC asked.
"I need to tell them that I'm...damn it, I'm gay JC!"
That floored JC. This hunk in my arms is gay? Heaven must be smiling on me today, JC thought.
"And what do you want to do about it?" JC asked.
"I don't know." Chris cried out plaintively.
"Something like---this?" And JC promptly kissed him fully on the lips.
It was indescribable. The softness of their lips, their tongues battling. Chris sighed inwardly. I've needed this, he thought.
JC continued his oral assault in Chris' mouth while gently unbuttoning Chris' shirt. Finally, when it was removed, JC continued to bear his hands on Chris's chest, stopping once in a while to knead and twist Chris' nipples.
"Oh...oh...oh...JC, what are you doing?" Chris grunted.
"I'm just starting."
JC went on, letting his hands do the rest of the talking. Chris felt like he was putty in JC's hands. All JC had to do was touch, and he would obey.
The boy from N'Sync wasn't satisfied however. Breaking off their kiss, he traveled downwards, licking Chris' six-pack, inserting his tongue into Chris' navel.
Chris literally went weak-kneed at that point, forcefully dropping to the floor while JC followed, urging himself between Chris' thighs.
"Do you like it?" JC panted, pausing for breath.
"Yes...oh yes!"
"Then let me show what really makes things interesting." JC invited.
Stripping off his pants and underwear, JC showed Chris his dripping 8-inch cock. Chris followed suit, to reveal a penis roughly the same size in length and diameter.
"What do you know, we're a set of twins!" JC kidded.
Just then, Chris suddenly grew silent.
"What's wrong Chris?" JC asked in alarm.
"Nothing...just...fuck me JC."
"What?" JC couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Fuck me. Now would be a good time." Chris grinned. JC smiled in response.
Lubing his dick with spit, JC readied himself to enter Chris. Chris, in the meanwhile, was bracing himself at the bed for his first real fuck.
"Fuck me now, JC! I need it!" Chris begged.
Driven by Chris' words, JC forgot the need to be gentle. He shoved his member deep into Chris' waiting hole, ignoring the screams of Chris and ignoring the tightness that was the characteristic of a virgin.
"JC...shit! Shit...ohmygod..." Chris whimpered in ecstasy. "What are you doing...stop...not...don't stop...harder...faster."
JC slammed his dick into Chris' ass, thrusting with all possible strength. He knew he was hitting Chris' prostate. By the looks of things, Chris was in a state of divine bliss.
"JC!!! JC!!! FUCK!!! FUCCCK!" Chris screamed, loving the pain as much as the pleasure. Out of sure instinct, he gripped JC's dick with the sides of his hole, catching quicker breaths from JC as his dick was being assaulted by friction on all sides. He knew he couldn't take it any more soon.
Finally, it was too much. Chris screamed as his load flew out of him and as JC blew load after load straight into Chris' ass. There was so much cum there, it began to leak, and JC and Chris collapsed into each others' arms.
"Fuck Chris,where did you learn to do all that?" JC panted.
"Instinct." Chris smiled, and the two of them slept blissfully unaware their screams had been heard by the entire building.
End, Part 2-3