The Beauty Chapter 2 By: Suma L.
DISCLAIMER
This story isn't supposed to imply anything about the members of Nsync or anyone else involved in the story. This is all made up. In better English, IT'S NOT REAL! If you're too young in your area or it's illegal, then leave. If homosexual themes offend you then you may want to leave as well.
Chapter 2 - New Prospects
The bus made it to the first city on the tour at about 3 p.m. Chris had taken some medicine to relieve his aching head. JC had managed to get atleast a few hours of sleep, and Busta had made it through the day unscathed.
Chris sat on the loveseat in the room he shared with Joey. The hotel provided everything but what he really needed. Quiet! Loud booming music could be heard throughout the entire floor of rooms. "Ray of Light?" Chris hissed at the near deaf Joey. Joey danced across the room in reply.
"I'M GOING CLUBBING!" He yelled over the music. "I GOTTA GET IN THE MOOD!"
Chris put his hand over one ear and quickly sprinted over to the stereo, and shut it off. He turned to glare at Joey, and then slunk back over to his bed. "I'm going to bed." He announced, and then pulled the covers over his head.
"Wait, Chris, do you have any shaving cream? I can't find mine, and I'm starting to panic. The shadow is showing!" Joey ran about the room, tossing clothes out of bags in search of the essential item.
"I don't know. Go get Lance's or whatever. Justin won't have any." He smirked.
"Hey, he's not that much of a 'babyface' anymore." Joey said, with a small sigh. "Our Justin is growing up."
"Okay, well, go get your shaving cream and let me sleep." Chris pulled the covers back up once more after quickly snapping off the light.
"Gee, thanks for leaving me some light." Joey hissed as he stumbled to the adjoining door.
Lance lay on his bed in the darkness of his hotel room. He had tried to sleep, but he couldn't. Joey was going clubbing soon, and Lance contemplated on whether or not to join him in his nightly masquerade.
"I hate rooming alone." He whined to himself. When he roomed alone, he had no one to talk to. Everyone else was probably out clubbing, or staying in and watching a video. He had hoped that perhaps JC might call, but so far, no such luck. "I really hate it!" He continued to whine.
A familiar feeling suddenly swept across his body. With a grin, he looked down to check. "Well. Maybe not so much as right now." He let his hand slip down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. His fingers slipped his penis out of his underwear gently, and then his hands began to stroke it. Harder and harder, his breathing quickened. Being so caught up in what he was doing, he didn't notice the adjoining door opening.
"Hey, Lance, can I, OH GOD! SORRY!" Joey yelled, running to hide in Lance's bathroom.
"SHIT!" Lance mumbled as he hurried to pull his pants over his erection painfully. Thinking about boring things to hopefully make it go down, he pulled himself into a sitting position. "Joey, you can come back now. I'm decent."
"Lance, sorry I just, uh, walked in without knocking." Joey slowly walked back into the room, staying close to the wall.
"That's okay. I doubt I would have heard you anyway." He gave a nervous laugh. "Do you need something?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. Can I use your shaving." He paused to let out a giggle. "Cream?"
"God, Joey, your sick!" Lance laughed, and threw a pillow at his friend. "Your still going clubbing, right?"
"Yeah, Scoop, why?"
"I want to come." Lance realized what he had said. "With you!" He added in hurriedly, but smacked his forehead when he realized he had made it worse. "You know what I mean!"
"Yeah, I'm still going. You wanna come? Oh, hey, I'm doing it too..." Joey gulped nervously. He had known for some time that he had sexual feelings towards guy, but he still liked girls. Bisexual, but even so, he didn't think he could let anyone ever know that's how he was. 'Lance is kind of sexy. the way he looks right now.' He wanted to kick himself for thinking this. 'That's real sick, Joe,' the voice in his head replied. Lance noticed the strange look Joey was giving him. It was one of extreme longing. 'He can't be gay..' Lance told himself. He was, as well, attracted to men, but not women. He'd dated many girls, he even dated Danielle from 'Boy Meets World', but there was no feeling. Experimenting had always been sort of thrilling for Lance. He'd pursed a minor sexual relationship with a guy before N'Sync had started up. Joey was looking sort of cute with his head turned at a funny angle. 'I could just. kiss. him.'
He could feel himself slowly moving forward towards Joey in the dark. There was no stopping his body from what it was going to do next. His lips slowly puckered, and he was so close he could feel Joey's breath on his lips.
Joey closed his eyes sensing what Lance was going to do. His body tingled with excitement. 'I want this! I want this! I want this,' his mind chanted in support. Their lips touched, and Joey let his lips part, and yield to Lance's curious tongue.
'Oh my GOD!' Lance's mind raced, and he immediately pulled away. He found himself staring into the shocked eyes of Joey. "I don't know what to say." He gulped, and backed away a little.
"Lance, it wasn't bad. I liked it. Did you. uh."
"I did it, because I like you." Lance pulled every bit of courage up from inside of him. "Joey, I'm gay."
"I'm bisexual." Joey blurted out.
"Oh."
"No, Lance, it's not bad. It just means I don't know what I want yet." He could still see a sad look in Lance's eyes. "But all I know right now is how much I want you. And I guess I need to know if you feel the same."
"OF COURSE I FEEL THE SAME!" Lance realized the volume at which he'd made his announcement, and quickly changed tones. "Of course I feel the same. I've liked you for. Oh god, Joey. So long.."
"Really?"
"God, yes."
"GOOD!" Joey put a hand behind Lance and pulled him in for a deep kiss. "Still going clubbing with me?"
"I'm feeling kind of tired now that I'm satisfied."
"Okay, well, then get some sleep. Tomorrow. REHEARSAL!" "Oh god, Joey. PLEASE don't remind me." Lance climbed into bed, and lay back under the covers. "Goodnight, Joey."
"Goodnight, Lance. I think I'll skip clubbing tonight. I'm feeling tired now too." He added with a smile. Joey leaned forward and kissed Lance goodnight, then turned to go back into his room.
The lights were off, and Chris's snoring was louder than ever. He was making his way to the bed when all of a sudden his foot was caught under something squishy, and he fell to the floor. Chris switched the light on quickly after hearing the commotion. Joey turned his head around to see what he had tripped on.
"Busta." He and Chris both whined at the same time. Joey picked himself up off the floor, and climbed into his bed. "Chris, I really hate your dog sometimes."
"I do too, especially when he interrupts my valuable sleep!" Chris pouted, and snapped off the light.
------------------------ @->-- Hey! I added in part two! Woohoo! What do you guys think? I NEED FEEDBACK! Don't worry! I will get back to Justin and JC soon! I just figured I'd stir up a little emotion between Lance and Joey first. Ooo! And just WAIT till you guys hear about Lance's steamy past! All in the upcoming chapters! Write me! --Suma Sumacumlaude@hotmail.com