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Chapter 4 Reception Fit For A Prince (or Two)
I pulled up into the garage and went inside. Lance was nowhere downstairs. I went upstairs and heard the shower going. I stripped down and went inside the bathroom. The shower was awfully hot and steamy and made it rather difficult to see. I climbed in the shower and noticed Lance was a little taller than normal.
Paying no attention as I've noticed people being taller than me one day and shorter than me another, I reached around his front and wrapped my arms tightly around him, settling my hands on his nether member.
"What the hell?" came an unfamiliar voice.
I released my grip and the person who turned around was not Lance but was...
"Justin! Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I was so embarrassed. "I thought you were Lance! Oh God, I'm so sorry!"
Justin just laughed at me. "It's okay, Eric. It's not like you haven't touched there before."
"Oh man. I can't believe..." I climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I didn't even want to bother asking why Justin was in our shower. I was too embarrassed.
I went into the main bathroom and showered in there. When I finished, I made sure Justin was not in the bedroom and I went in to get dressed. I put my Bat-suit on first and then proceeded to put on my suit. As I dressed, Lance came in.
"Hello, Love," he said.
"Hi," I said forcing a smile. I felt so bad about what happened with Justin. And I didn't want Lance to know. Since Justin told us he was bisexual, I noticed a slight discomfort in Lance when Justin was around.
Lance came up to me and I kissed him full on the lips. "Where's Justin?" he asked.
"Beats me."
"He was here getting a shower. He had a late night last night, later than the rest of us. I think he found someone."
"Found someone?"
"To date. It may be more...but only time can tell with such things."
"Who is it?"
"Dylan, from the group Ocean Whispers. He's gay. And kind of cute, too, if I say so myself."
I smiled at Lance. "I'm sure he is," I replied with a bit of sarcasm.
"Hey, I love you," lance said.
"I know. And I love you."
Lance leaned in to me and kissed me even longer than before. "I'm going to shower. Would you like to help?"
My mind went right back to earlier when I wanted to help him. Only it didn't turn out to be him.
"Already showered and dressed, Love. Besides, if I were to hop in the shower with you, my skin would end up getting all dry."
"I could always rub you down with moisturizer."
"Mmm, tempting, but no. Perhaps tonight after the reception."
"Sounds good to me."
Lance went into the bathroom to shower. I finished getting dressed and went downstairs to see Justin in the kitchen on the phone. He looked over at me and winked. I knew he was going to milk the embarrassing situation for all it was worth. I just shook my head and poured myself a glass of juice.
"Yeah...I'll see you tonight after the reception. Bye, Dylan." Justin placed the receiver on the main unit and turned to me. "So you didn't want to help your real boyfriend in the shower? I can understand. Once you have a piece of this, you don't want anything else."
"Ha, ha, Mr. Smarty pants. In case you forgot, I had you...once. Lance has had me lots more times."
"Then why come into the shower tonight?"
"I thought it was Lance."
Justin just laughed at me. He noticed, however, that I was a bit upset. "I'm sorry, Eric. I won't tease you about it any more."
"I would appreciate that."
"Still...we could have had fun in there before Lance got back."
I picked up a towel and threw it at him. He laughed.
Around 5:00 Lance and I pulled out of the garage dressed in our suits heading for the reception of Princes William and Harry. I was very nervous and it was noticeable.
"It will be fine," Lance said. "Besides, I highly doubt any of us will actually meet the Princes. They are going to be protected as well as with the government leaders. There won't be much time for anyone to talk with them."
We pulled up to the reception to be greeted by cameras and a red carpet.
"You didn't say all this was involved," I replied.
"Should I have?"
"You could have dropped me off down the street so we wouldn't be seen coming here together."
"Eric. I love you. You are someone to be proud of. I'm proud of you and blessed to have you in my life. I'm not afraid of sharing that with the rest of the world."
I leaned over and kissed him real quick.
The car pulled up to the red carpet and we climbed out. A valet took Lance's keys and drove it off to be parked.
"Mr. Bass! Who is this with you?" a reporter shouted.
Cameras went off all over the place.
"Is this a friend or relative, Mr. Bass?"
"Is this your lover?"
All got quiet with that question.
"He is Lance Bass's lover!" someone shouted. "They were together at the Save the Children convention!"
Lance reached over and took my hand. It was not only confirmation to the reporters and the rest of the world about our feelings, but it was also for support during his coming out to the whole world. At that moment, he was more courageous to me than me facing down any vampire or demon. He was acknowledging to all his peers and fans that he, Lance Bass, was gay.
He waved to some cameras and then we went inside. We were greeted by a maitre de. "Hello, Mr. Bass. Is this Mr. McCoy?"
"Yes."
"Excellent. Go right in. Someone will seat you inside."
"Thank you."
We walked inside still holding hands. I leaned over to his ear. "I heard from someone that Prince William is gay."
"Really?" Lance replied.
"Isn't that interesting? I wonder what Prince Charles and Queen Elizabeth think of it."
"Hello, Mr. Bass," a man in a tuxedo stated. "We have a table set aside for you. Your fellow band members are here, as well as the others sitting at your table."
We followed the man into the large reception hall. I couldn't believe all the celebrities present, as well as the major government leaders. It's a good thing I wore my Bat-suit. With this large collection of famous people, anyone who would want to make a name for him or her self could easily do so if they caused trouble.
We came up to the table and Lance pulled the chair out for me. I sat down and he sat to my left. To my right sat Nick from Backstreet Boys. Around the table went, Nick, AJ, Kevin, Howie, Brian, Darren and Daniel from Savage Garden, Justin, Chris, Joey, JC, Lance, and myself. Justin looked at me from across the table and winked at me. I just shook my head.
"Look at this," Brian said. "A table of boy bands. How charming."
Everyone smiled.
"How have you been?" Nick asked me. "It's been a while since I've seen you."
"I'm doing okay. How are you and Derrick doing?"
"Well, actually. He couldn't be here tonight. He's working. But things are going well between us."
"I'm glad to hear that."
Around 6:00 waiters came around with dinner trays and served food to everyone. As we ate I looked around.
"I thought the Princes were going to be here. If they are, where are they?"
As soon as I spoke, I saw a group of people walk up onto the stage. The Princes were among them. They sat and food was brought to them. Everyone ate and talked and enjoyed him or herself.
Once dinner was over, the long table on the stage was moved down to beside the stage. The host invited everyone to mix and mingle. Music started to play. People started dancing. Lance and I danced as well. It was Whitney Houston and Enrique Iglesias singing "Could I Have This Kiss Forever", the slow version. While we were dancing, Justin came up to us.
"Can I cut in?" he asked. Lance let go and Justin and I started dancing. "I don't want you to feel bad about what happened, Eric. It was an honest mistake. You weren't trying to make a pass at me."
"I know. But with you realizing you are bisexual and coming out to us, I'm afraid there may be problems stirred."
"No, not at all. I'm seeing someone. I met him last night. He's a great guy."
"Good. I'm glad. But I wasn't referring just to problems for you."
Justin's brow crinkled. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean, Justin, is that I will always love and care about you. The reason we weren't together was because of a spell that was broken. If I weren't with Lance, it would be very easy to allow my feelings for you to take charge again."
"Oh," Justin said.
"I love you, Justin. I always will love you."
The song ended and I released Justin's hand. I turned and headed to the bathroom, needing to wash my face. As I splashed water on me, I heard the door open up. A man in dark glasses stood there.
"Are you about finished?" he asked.
"Almost. Why do you ask?" He closed the door. "Jerk," I said to no one in particular.
I finished up and dried my face off, then left. As I walked across the floor, I saw the man go in the bathroom. I watched for a few minutes and then Prince Harry went in.
"Those poor boys," I said. "Always having to put their position above their lives. My God, it's a wonder they have any normal friends, friends that they want to have, with all the strictness and protection that must be given to them."
I turned and saw, to my surprise, Christine and Robby here dancing away. "They must really be involved," I thought. "Too bad Christine doesn't know who I am. But Robby does."
I walked up to them. "Hi, Robby," I greeted.
"Oh, Eric. Hi. How are you?"
"Pretty good. How about yourself?"
"Fantastic."
"Who is this lovely lady with you?"
"Oh, this is Christine. Christine, this is Eric McCoy. He's in charge of the youth center."
"Nice to meet you," Christine said taking my hand.
"Likewise."
"Where's Lance?" Robby asked.
"Not sure. Probably mixing and mingling."
"Yeah."
"I heard about the teen center," Christine said. "I'm sorry."
"Thanks."
"Do you have any plans to rebuild?"
"Yes, I do actually. I'm going to have it further away from downtown. That way it will be further away from teen pressure in downtown Orlando."
"Good idea."
"Thanks." I looked around. "Well, I should let you two enjoy yourselves. I need to find my lover. Have a nice time."
"You, too," they both said in unison.
I walked away from the lovebirds and went deeper into the ocean of people.
To Be Continued...