Delirious by Destiny She was drunk, deliriously and happily trashed out of her mind. Lance watched her through narrowed eyes as she laughed at something Justin said, her hand grazing the younger man's shoulder flirtatiously. Yeah, Lance was smitten. He sipped beer from his glass and sat back trying to picture the exact moment he'd become attracted to her. For seventeen years they'd known each other. All that time platonic friends was all they'd had occasion to be, simply buddies who climbed trees together and caught fish. She taught him how to dance before the big seventh grade Spring Fling and let him practice tongue kissing when he was thirteen. But it had never surfaced any emotions. Thinking back Lance did wonder why the first time he masturbated as a kid her face had flashed before him. At the time, he shrugged it away as any kid would, and never gave it a second thought. Until now, until this very moment when he wanted nothing more than to sneak away to his hotel room and jerk off quickly and quietly so he could focus on her visit. The nagging ache in his groin was bothering him to no end. He shifted in his seat and sighed as Justin rubbed the small of her back. Figures. Justin who had a girlfriend already was making time with the woman giving him a hard on. Lance laughed at the drunken thoughts swirling through his head. Jennifer was simply a girl, a Mississippi Baptist with a huge family and a dog named Jasper who roamed her condo. Jennifer was his oldest and dearest friend and inviting her to come on tour with him was nothing new, although it had been a while. So when did she get so hot? And when did she begin to succumb to Justin's flirtations? Lance's brows furrowed as they approached him. "Justin and I have a bet," Jennifer giggled slipping her arm around Lance's shoulders. Lance could smell the beer on her breath as she leaned in closer. Her cheeks were flushed and when she pressed against him, Lance almost fell from the stool. "What's the bet?" he finally managed, looking at Justin. Justin's eyes glimmered like only they could when he was about to pounce, to score, to drag a woman to his bed for the night. And his bets, well that was his lead in. Lance couldn't believe Jennifer was being this brainless. "The bet is that you've never gone down on a girl," Justin laughed his way through the sentence as he stared at Jennifer. "She thinks you have, I say no way." Lance felt the hot burn of embarrassment creep up his neck and into his ears. "What the fuck?" he stammered, twisting his gaze to the nearly empty beer glass before him. "That's your bet? You made a bet over my sex life? Are you fucking insane?" Hard on gone...poof. He clenched his fists thinking about it. Goddamn Justin and his stupid antics. Justin squeezed Lance's shoulder playfully. "Well man? Yes or no? C'mon. I've got a dinner date riding on this." "Peachy," Lance groaned. He couldn't manage to lift his head. He was humiliated. An intimate fact of his sex life was riding on surf n turf. He sighed and lifted his hand to order another beer. There was no way in fuck he was answering that question. Let them find some other poor soul to reap havoc on. "C'mon," Justin grinned. "Have you? Have you ever done the deed?" He laughed as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever said, or imagined. Lance swiped his beer from the bar and stuck his middle finger up, right in front of the cheery blue eyes staring back at him. He stalked over to the baby grand piano where JC was holding court with several older fans who wrangled their way back to the hotel after the show. "Why so blue?" JC asked as he slid over on the bench. While the girls were allowed to watch and fawn over him, they were under no circumstance to touch him, not without express written consent. Two large bodyguards loomed just behind him, making sure. "Fucking Justin," Lance growled. "Prick." He took a long sip of his beer and tried not to notice the half dozen girls swooning around them. "This really gets you off huh?" he asked motioning to the ladies. JC shrugged as he plunked on some keys. "It keeps it interesting, that's for sure." Lance squinted as Jennifer wrapped her arms around Justin. He was giving her a chance, one chance not to kiss the golden boy. If her lips touched his, that was it. Drunk or not, he was hauling her ass upstairs. There was no way in hell he was going to sit by and watch his two friends fall into some fuck-a-thon. No way. That was it. The two pair of lips met in a slow steady kiss and Lance toppled backwards off the piano stool in his rush to break it up. He tripped over the largest shoes in the universe belonging to one bodyguard who caught him with a grin. "Too much to drink there buddy?" Lance scowled and continued on his way. "Hey!" he said, rubbing the back of his neck, hoping it looked as casual as he meant it to sound. "Whatcha doing?" Justin glanced at him quizzically but didn't remove his arms from around her waist. "We're kissing," he said slowly as if it needed explaining. "You have done that right?" Jennifer didn't mean to giggle. She loved Lance and normally would not even consider kissing Justin with his bad ass reputation and girlfriend waiting in the wings. There was something electric in the air though and caution was tossed to the wind. Caution or drinks, Lance thought to himself as he caught that familiar twinkle in her eye, the one he knew so well. "So," he feigned a yawn. "I'm beat. Wanna head up to bed?" She knew she should go. Hell, she knew playing with Justin was like dancing with fire. One unsure look at the pleading look on Justin's face and she shook her head. "I'll be up in a bit," she promised, standing on tiptoes to peck a chaste kiss on his lips. Lance studied her closely and decided he liked what he saw. He wanted what he saw and dammit, Justin better just move the hell outta the way. "So, Jay, talk to your woman yet tonight?" The reminder was meant to squash the mood, and knowing Jen the way he did, she would be too consumed by guilt to continue. Bingo. Jen was pulling back. "Yeah, umm, all right. I guess maybe I should call it a night. You guys leave early right and I'm not used to this at all..." Justin shot Lance a look. Lance batted it back at him with a triumphant grin. He placed his hand securely on Jen's back and guided her to the elevators. "Night Justin," he sang over his shoulder. "Shit!" Justin hissed, slamming his fist down on the bar. "Lost another one, eh Timberlake?" "Shut up Chris!" ****************************************************************************************************************** The silence in the elevator was uncomfortable to say the least. Jennifer wobbled a bit still drunk from all the beer and shots she'd done. Lance pressed himself against the back wall and stared at her. His mind raced as his body betrayed him. Dammit, he didn't want to fuck it all up. Jen was his best girl friend, the one he could call at two am and sob to. She was his solid reminder of where he came from and what he really was underneath all the glitter. Her brown eyes met his in the elevators steel doors. "You all right?" she asked feeling guilty about the bet and carrying on with Justin that way. Lance nodded with a tiny sigh. The doors opened and he watched her step out. His jade eyes dropped to check out her ass and he slapped his hand to his eyes in shame. Checking her ass out was low, even for him. She turned to look at him. "Okay, what? What the hell is going on with you? You're acting weird." She dug in her denim pocket for her room card as she walked down the hall. "Are you gonna lecture me about the sins of fucking around with Timberlake because if you are I'm not in the mood. The big brother shit isn't gonna fly tonight Lance." Big Brother? Oh hell no. Lance had to laugh. The big ol' ache between his legs was anything but brotherly. "No, that's not it at all," he said with bright eyes. "It's definitely not that." She paused outside her room. "Then what? The bet?" Lance shoved his hands into his pockets and gazed at her. She was so beautiful it made his stomach flip and roll. Her long auburn hair was tucked into a careless twist and he had to step back a bit. "Yeah, well, the bet is part of it I guess." "I'm sorry." Her face softened as she slid the card in the door. "I really am. I'm pretty drunk and Justin...well you know how he can be." God, did he know how Justin could be. He ran his hand along his thigh trying to wipe some of the mysterious sweat that had appeared. "You gonna be all right?" She turned to face him. "Come here," she sighed with a grin. Embracing him tightly was meant to confirm that things were indeed all right with them, that things would never NOT be all right with them but when lips met lips, the embrace was ended. "Lance? What are you doing?" she cried stepping back. "Oh fuck. Oh God. I'm sorry. I...oh God." He froze, unable to move forward, unable to move backwards. Never wordless, nothing came to mind. "Night." She stood there for a moment, temporarily stunned. "Get inside," she said sharply, pushing her door open. When he refused to move, she stamped her foot in annoyance. "Fucking move it Bass. Now!" Lance slunk into the room like a punished child. Her room was smaller than his and neater. Her room had always been like that, even back when they were kids and she had New Kids On The Block all over her walls. He growled at his stupidity, his mistake. Watching her from under lowered eyelashes, he saw her kick her shoes off and flop down on the bed. "What the hell was that?" she questioned. He was stumped. "I don't know," he admitted. "I'm sorry." She bit on the corner of her lip, a habit they had in common, and Lance eyed the door. A couple feet and he'd be free. "You are?" she asked, cocking one eyebrow. "Really sorry?" Lance nodded in shame. His best fucking friend and he was slowly ruining it after 17 years. "Look, it's late and..." and she was up slithering toward him..wha? The kiss was forceful, knocking him back against the wall. Her hands seemed to multiply as they ran over his body frantically. "Wait!" he cried pushing her back by her elbows. "Jen, what are YOU doing?" If ever confusion reigned supreme it was now. She grinned back at him mischievously. "I'm not shy or regretful about what I'm doing, Bass. I'm going to take you tonight, for one night, and then in the morning we'll go back to friends." Her eyes darkened as she stepped closer to him again. Lance's mind spun helplessly out of control. Could people do that? Fuck and then go back to friends. Seinfeld had done it. Hell, Seinfeld wasn't real, he reminded himself. "What I want to know is who would have won the bet?" Lance blinked hard at her as she grabbed his hands. "Huh?" She pulled him back onto the bed with her easily. "The bet. Have you ever?" Her fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up. Oh God, his heart was pounding and his body was on fire from the tiniest touch of her skin. It was wrong, there was no way it could work and dammit, where did his shirt go? "Stop thinking," she admonished with a laugh. "I know you. I know you're dredging up every possible morning scenario in your head. Just stop Lance. For once just be." She lifted his face up and kissed his lips. "Okay?" "Okay," he said dumbly. "And Justin would have won." "My gain," she whispered into his ear thickly. "So tonight, we teach you." Her hands yanked at his zipper and soon he was naked, learning his way into pleasing a woman. His body trembled over hers, unsure if this was real. His hands shook as she stared into his eyes. "Relax okay? Kiss me." Lance nodded dumbly. He'd kissed a hundred women but suddenly his mouth was dry, his tongue stupefied, his lips too numb to move. Jen reached up and pulled his face to hers gently. "Like this." Her tongue darted out and licked his lower lip softly to ease him in. She trailed her hands down his back to his ass. "Good, now my nipples. Lots of time there all right?" Her laugh was deep and rich, full of desire. Lance felt his stomach flip around as he slid down her body a bit. It felt like an experiment, like a school lesson. He licked his lips and sucked on one nipple cautiously. Every move he made fresh, every lick and suck breath taking. She tasted of vanilla, sweet but sexy, and he moaned involuntarily as her leg pushed between his. He forced down into her, his erection pleasantly aching but patiently waiting. He wanted to discover her body, learn every inch of it and please her in only ways he'd dreamed of. Jen sighed happily as she threw her hands over her head. A laugh caught in her throat as she glanced down. Her best friend was naked and on top of her, and mighty talented with his mouth. She squirmed beneath his weight throbbing for more. "Okay, now Lance?" Her heart slammed the breath out of her as he stared up at her with droopy jade eyes. "I'm going to let you in on all the secrets. Every girl you're with after me will worship you and sing your praises. Okay?" Her brown eyes shone in the dimly lit room as she pushed herself up on her elbows. Lance gazed at her adoringly. He would like to be worshipped by a woman. He nodded seriously and kissed her stomach gently as he slipped between her legs. Jesus but he was warm. The air seemed to take pause as they moved on the bed and small beads of sweat burst out along his forehead. This was Jen, he had to remind himself. Jen from Mississippi. Jen whom he loved and trusted more than life. Jen whom he wanted more than life right now. "Sweetie, take a good look okay?" Jen shivered with drunkeness unable to comprehend what she was doing. Exposing herself so openly for viewing was bold, even for her. She could feel his hot breath tickle her thigh and laughing was soon the last thing on her mind. "God, when did you get this sexy?" she muttered. Lance peeked up with a mysterious laugh, his eyes glowing and full of lust. The unmistakable southern blush crept over his cheeks and ears forcing his gaze away. He rubbed against the comforter enjoying the friction it caused against his hardness. Spying Jen in the light, however dim, was an eye opener. He felt intimidated yet so turned on his gut twisted unmercifully. Jen held her breath as she collected her thoughts. Instructing Lance what to do was a challenge. One last gasp of air and she began, directing him with words and moans, surprised at just how good he was for his first time. His tongue danced masterfully and she soon found herself clutching the bedspread and writhing about without any direction whatsoever. Lance lost himself in the dance, he let his mouth suck and his teeth nibble. With each soft moan that fell from Jen's lips he increased his efforts, bringing her to the brink before backing off. "What the hell?" Jen's eyes flew open and her head popped up from the comfort of her pillow. "Why in God's name did you stop?" Lance licked his lips, the taste of her still lingering on his mouth intensely. He pushed himself to his knees and elevated her leg gently. A diminutive smile eased into his expression and he bent her tanned leg at the knee. "Lance, wha..." "Hush," he whispered as he rubbed her calf steadily. He bent his head and kissed her knee letting his tongue run down her shin. His hand cupped her foot while his thumb massaged tiny circles in her arch. Slowly he raised his gaze to meet hers. "I got me some tricks of my own." "Lance, I don't think..." "Hush I said," he chuckled. He studied her perfectly manicured foot. He brushed his lips against her big toe glad he'd encouraged her to pamper herself at the last stop. His mind flashed to hot summer nights sitting on her porch while she painted her nails and he slurped down pink lemonade. He shook his head to dispel such innocent images. "God," she mumbled as she threw her head back. The gutteral sounds coaxed him onward as the blood drifted from his head. The room spun deliciously out of control as he slid her toe into his mouth and began to suck. The gasps and breathy moans set his blood on fire. He knew he could never want anyone as much as he wanted her at that moment. "Lance, I can't....I...fuck!" He smiled mischeviously as he lapped at her feet. He enjoyed the way she thrust around on the bedspread with her twist falling down across her face and her cheeks flushed. He felt powerful as he looked at her white knuckles clutching so desperatly at anything she could. Placing her foot down, he laid back down between her legs. She ripped at his hair forcefully. "Fuck I said...oh my God...what?" He smiled at her incoherant ravings and dipped his head once more before sliding inside her. The sex was wild, not at all tender, and when she let loose, he sported deep scratch marks as proof. He was surprised she came twice and held out as long as he could before releasing himself into her and collapsing. "Holy fuck," she gapsed, clutching him to her. "You didn't need lessons at all. I worship you!" She stared up into his perspiration drenched face and smiled. "Damn, Lance. Shy but sexy type is dead on." Lance rolled away with a giggle. "Thanks," he said bashfully. Inside he hoped Justin heard it all from next door. ****************************************************************************************************************** Justin slithered from his bed, hungover and lonely, his a.m. hard on occupying his thoughts. The knocking on the door was incessant and just plain aggrivating. "What!" he screamed covering his ears with his hands as he stomped across the sprawling suite to the front door. "What?" he repeated as he flung open the door. Jen pushed a hot tea into his hands with a smirk. "Here. I thought you may need it." Justin scratched his stomach absently as he stared at her through narrowed eyes. "Yeah, well leaving a guy hanging is wrong." He sipped at the steaming brew gingerly. "Well, fucking around on your girlfriend is wrong too," she grinned. Justin waved his hand in the air as he raised his eyebrows. "Whateva," he sighed. "Hey, Justin!" Lance called out as he sauntered down the hall. "Looking like shit man!" He wrapped his arms around Jen's waist and nuzzled her neck. She responded by twisting her head to capture his lips in a kiss. Justin's eyebrows shot up. "What'd I miss?" Jen bit her lower lip and tucked her head down. "Let's just say Lance taught me a thing or two last night and I'm worshipping the ground he walks on." She spun around in Lance's embrace and jumped into his arms. "Come on. Maybe we can steal some more time on the bus before it gets full." Justin stared in wide eyed wonder as Lance carried Jen away. "Holy fuck," Justin gasped as he realized what happened. Lance came out on top. BACK