Hey all you wacky people. I wanted to say thank you for all of those that sent me an email saying "good job." Oh, and Nicky, glad you like the other Nick as a "slut" . Standard disclaimer with all that stuff about you have to be 18, don't violate the laws of your area etc. Also, I do apologize for the way that I'm going to be jumping around in this chapter, but I have to keep reminding myself that there are 10 people in this story. I'll get them all together soon I hope. Don't forget to email at firesong17@yahoo.com. Enjoy.
Wishes Chapter 2
Nick walked slowly up to Brian's bedroom door and knocked softly. There was no answer the first or the second time that he knocked. As he lifted his hand for a third time he heard a sound from inside. He pressed his ear against the door and heard the sound again. Sobbing. Brian was crying. Nick pulled back and walked back into the main area and sat down on the nearest chair, put his head in his hands and thought.
What on earth had happened? No one so far had said "No" to him when sex was propositioned. He hadn't even dared to try to seduce Howie, and neither Joey nor Chris had ever made his eyes take a second look. The others however...hell, even Kevin and Kevin had a girlfriend. Of course Kevin was drunk at the time, much as Jc had been earlier, but he had had sex with Jc when he had been totally sober. He had been depressed but he had been sober.
"This isn't helping Nick. Thinking about your past fucks isn't going to help you figure out why Brian was staring at your body, why he was hard, and why when you approached him he ran from the room and is now crying in his bedroom. Damn B-rock what the hell is going on?"
In Brian's room.
Brian sat on his bed and was in an unknown mirrored position of Nick's outside. He was silently berating himself for his actions earlier with Nick.
"You are such a fuck up. How the hell long have you wanted to do something with him? How long have you laid in bed knowing he was fucking around with someone else that night and wanted to either join them or punch out the other person and be with Nick alone? There he was, offering to fulfill your deepest dreams. Do what you wanted to happen for SO long. And you ran. You fucking ran! All you had to do was kiss him back. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Knock.
Brian's head shoots up. Nick. Nick was on the other side of that door. All he had to do was call out to him and he could be in his arms in moments. He opened his mouth and nothing came out.
Knock.
He tried again to call out. But he couldn't do it. His voice wouldn't work. He threw himself back on the bed and just started crying.
"Why... why can't you just call him. Be with him. Hold him. I wish to God that I could just tell him how I feel."
Next day.
Justin woke up and was surprised at himself. There had been no phone calls, no one knocking at the door, no one bouncing on the bed; he had actually woken up, on his own, and no one had tried to wake him up.
Sitting up from the bed and looking around his eyes fell on the alarm clock that he kept on the bed stand, and almost fell out of their sockets as they bugged out so far.
"7:30? It's only 7:30 in the morning? We didn't have to wake up till 9 today. Why, why is it the one day that I can sleep in legally, I wake up early. Shit!"
Justin knew himself well enough that he was not going to be able to fall back asleep and actually have enough time to enjoy being asleep before he had to wake up anyway. So, since he was up anyway, albeit against his better judgement, he got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.
Once there he stripped off his clothes and looked in the mirror. He admired himself. All that dancing, running around, and of course exercises each day had given him a very lean look, that was absolutely ripped. Firm six pack, pecs, arms, thighs, and legs. He turned around and admired his ass.
"Buns of steel video's eat your heart out! Hmm...wonder exactly how much some of those girls would pay to be in this room..."
Laughs at himself for his vanity, turned around and adjusted the knobs in the shower until it was just barely tolerable, he liked his showers as hot as possible. Stepping inside, he couldn't hold back the groan that escaped his lips as the water cascaded down his body. He put his head under the shower and sighed softly as the water ran through his hair, and down his face, massaging his scalp.
Grinning he pulled out one of those lather balls. Jc had gotten it for him when Justin had expressed interest. He also pulled out the body wash, and looked at the scent, apples. Pouring a portion of the wash onto the lather ball, he wasn't even sure if that was the name of the thing, he rubbed the ball until it was foamy and than slowly rubbed it over his body. The texture of the ball always felt like a massage, and once again a moan escaped from his lips. Rubbing it across his neck, his chest, stomach, and legs, sighing softly as he then applied it to his dick, which as it always did under the ministrations of the ball, became hard as a rock in 0.3 seconds flat.
He considered jerking off, but decided against it. He did stroke his cock a bit with the ball, shuddering as the rough texture rubbed the sensitive head. Quickly finishing before the temptation over took him, he washed off the rest of the body wash, and quickly washed his hair. Turned the shower off and stepped out, drying himself with a big bushy towel. He looked down and saw himself slowly going flaccid. Wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped back into the room and looked in his closet for something to wear. He decided on a dark blue Adidas t-shirt, and black, form fitting jeans. Looking in the mirror he decided he liked what he saw. Thus showered, and dressed he decided he hated being up early, cause it was lonely. How on earth did Lance do this every...
"Lance! He's probably up, probably ha been since the sun came up; it's that country upbringing of his. Up at dawn and all. Cool!"
Happy at figuring out how on earth to pass the boredom until the rest of the guys were up, he walked out of his room. He always liked hanging around with Lance and since this would probably be a shock to Lance that Justin was up this early without a wake up call it was well worth it.
He arrived at Lance's door and knocked, expecting an immediate response. However that didn't happen. He knocked again and again received the same lack of response. He put his ear to the door wondering if maybe Lance was in the shower but he didn't hear anything. He turned to walk away when he stopped and smiled.
Turning back to the door, he turned the knob was thrilled when it turned, Lance rarely locked his door when he was in, for the simple reason that he was normally the peacekeeper and he got tired of people knocking on his door.
Justin entered the room and almost died from shock when he saw that Lance was still asleep. "Shit, he thought to himself, I'm the first one up and no one else is around to appreciate this rare occurrence."
Goes over to the sleeping Lance and smiles softly down at him. It was about time he got some sleep, and Justin knew he should just leave him there, so he decided against bouncing on Lance's bed, or going in the bathroom and filling a cub with ice cold water and spilling it on him. Leans over and gently kisses Lance's forehead, and brushes the hair back.
"Sleep well Lance, you deserve it."
As he turns to walk away he sees Lance's eyes flicker open. Lance looks up at Justin quizzically; he mumbles something the only word of which Justin can understand is "here?"
Justin looks down at Lance and grins, opens his mouth to bust Lance's new ability to not speak, when something catches his eye.
The ring on Lance's finger is glowing. Not just reflecting light, it was seriously glowing. The light got stronger, and now Lance had noticed it as well. Justin backed away with a very loud, "JESUS CHRIST! What the fuck is that?"
Lance didn't know what to say, the ring, the present from his mother was glowing, a bright, intense, and vibrant blue color, that seemed to have rainbows in it...just like the stone looked in bright lights. He didn't know what to do.
His head shot towards the window as a clap of thunder echoed throughout the room, but outside the window the sun shone bright and clear. The thunder came again, louder than before. The windows cracked, and the lamp on the table shattered. Justin was backed up against the wall, looking around in amazement.
Another burst of thunder shook the room and was immediately followed by a strong wind. Things went flying around the room caught up in the unnatural storm.
The door slammed open and in ran Kevin, followed by Jc and the other, all having been woken up by the noise.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" Kevin screamed to be heard over the wind.
Lance just shook his head as he ran over to wear the other guys had gathered. He had no idea what was going on, only that the ring on his finger was the cause somehow. He reached down to pull the ring off but received a shock when he touched it. "OW! Shit! Guys I have no fucking idea what is going on," he screamed back.
The ring, which was still glowing merrily away, seemed all of a sudden to gather in all the light in the room. The stone seemed to burn from within; no trace of blue was in the light, only pure white power.
From the ring shot a bolt of what seemed like lightning. Lightning that was impossibly wrapped around by the wind and carried through the room, yet didn't touch anything. A second bolt and than a third and a fourth also shot from the heart of the ring and danced around the room.
The wind intensified, and a final crack of thunder reverberated through the room, shattering every piece of glass in the room and causing all of them to clasp their hands over their ears. At the same time, the four lightning bolts crashed into each other with a light that was not only blinding, but also formed with an explosion of power than knocked them all back, and pressed them all into the wall. Held there for a single instant the ten guys all prayed for whatever this was to stop. And...it did.
With a suddenness that defied comprehension, the force, the light, the wind, all of it died. However when that happened, ten bodies slammed into the ground.
Lance, along with Jc, Kevin and Brian, were the first to recuperate. They also immediately went to the others. Justin was out, but was stirring, A.J. looked up at Kevin with a million questions in his eyes, Nick and Brian were huddled together on the ground, and when Brian went to extract himself to check on Nick's condition, Nick's eyes snapped open, saw Brian and immediately let him go. Brian sighed and went to check on Howie, whereas Chris, who had woken up as well, checked on Joey.
Kevin looked over at Lance who was trying to steady Justin.
"Ok, Lance, you want to explain to us exactly why a storm was just in your room?"
Lance looked up and saw 8 pairs of eyes looking at him waiting on his response.
"I don't know. I woke up to Justin standing above me, I asked him what he was doing here, and the next thing I know all hell broke loose."
Lance looked around his room and almost fainted. All the windows were cracked in about twenty places, the cushions, and blankets were all over, pictures were shattered on the ground the overhead chandelier was nothing but a chain, all the crystals were on the floor, looking like powder.
"We are dead"
"What do you mean we are dead Lance? This is your room, you did this somehow, I'm not taking the blame for this in any way!"
Lance whipped his head around to Howie.
"Like I know what the fuck happened you sanctimonious asshole! If I could, I'd just wave my hand and put it all back to normal but I can't!"
Laughter filled the room, and all of them looked around and searched for the source once it was determined that none of them were laughing.
"Of course you can't wave your hand and make it all change. You are mortal master. However, if that is what you want me to do, I shall. All you have to do is ask."
Standing in the center of the room, in mid air none the less, stood a man that looked to be no more than 20 years old. His hair was bright as sunshine, his eyes looked like sapphires. His skin was tanned perfectly golden brown, and his sharp features were softened by the gentle smile he had on his face He wore a vest of shiny material, blue tinted, yet the light revealed different colors inside, inlaid with fanciful patterns and small stones, that was open in the middle revealing a remarkable body. Around his waist was a dark purple sash that seemed made of silk. His pants were a deep blue, simple design, flared out the bottom, again made of silk, and he wore no shoes.
He smiled at Lance and raised his hand. Lights seemed to gather around it, and intensified when he placed his middle finger and thumb together.
"Your wish is my command."
Snap.
Once again light raced throughout the room, however this time it was with a purpose, what it touched was fixed. The chandelier shards gathered back together and leaped up to re-afix themselves on the chain above. The cushions righted themselves, the bed was made perfectly, pictures on the wall bounced up whole again, and the windows seemed to melt and reform, once again with no blemishes. All this happened, in the space of about 10 seconds.
"Would there be anything else master?"
Ok, how was that? I do apologize for the length of time that this took me to get out but I honestly had no time, until today that is, to get this out. I don't think I did that badly, considering I did this within the past three hours and had little forethought about it. Well, actually a good deal of forethought, just not a lot of planning. I do hope you liked it. Did any of you guess a genie, or were you just figuring magic ring? For those that did, and those that didn't, email me. I say THANK YOU SO MUCH to those that did email me. It meant alot! The next one will be out sooner than this one was. I hope. Remember my email is firesong17@yahoo.com, or firesong18@aol.com take your pick, IM me at AOL if you choose, but please remember that if you email me at AOL you have to put something like wishes, or story, or something so I don't delete it. Bye!