| Lance blinked at his computer screen. He'd been on line for hours, having been stranded inside his hotel room due to a freak April snow storm. Boredom had hit early on, and he'd had his fill of his group mates. All Chris wanted to do was play video games, Justin was chatting on his cell phone with everyone and anyone he could find, JC was cuddling with his girlfriend, and Joey, well, Joey was locked in his room, on his computer, doing God knows what. Lance chuckled. He knew what. Lance chewed on his lip and looked around his empty room. He didn't know why he always had the feeling he was being watched. Justin told him it was from living his life in the public's eye, it could make you paranoid, literally. He got up and went to the bathroom. Then he grabbed a bottle of water from the small refrigerator the hotel had supplied. Clicking the television on, he flipped through the channels aimlessly, feeling more and more bored. He turned the tv off and sat back in front of his laptop. He'd already checked out some N Sync websites, as well as some Lance Bass sites. It tickled him that he actually had his own fans now. True, when N Sync started, he was slammed by their fans. He liked the fact that he had turned the tables now, and he was often voted sexiest, even surpassing Justin. Now, he wanted something else to do. He signed some guestbooks, entered some chat rooms, as himself, and checked out what people were saying about him. He was still bored, and feeling kind of lonely. Lance peered around his room once again. No one is watching, you idiot. Why do you always think that? You care too much what people think, that's why. Shaking his head, he clicked on a romance chat room and watched as his computer connected him. There were 30 or so people chatting and Lance observed with amusement at the desperate guys trying to hook up with the couple girls in the room. He never went into these types of rooms when he was alone, only when he was goofing off with Joey, or Justin. Yeah, well you were never this lonely either. Shut up brain. Make me! He stared at the words, flying fast and furious on the screen. Should I or shouldn't I? I could just watch for a bit. I could try to hook up. JC's done it or he wouldn't have written Digital Getdown right? Lance had this thing about JC. He looked at him like he was a god, perfect. If JC did it, then so could he. Ridiculous right? Lance knew it was, but JC always stayed out of trouble, always. He never made a fool out of himself, and had never been in a tabloid, unlike the rest of them. He pondered the idea for a bit before his computer kicked him offline. "Damn," he muttered, not bothering to log back on. The phone in his room rang, and Lance was thankful to answer it. "Yeah?" he asked. "Yo, Lance, I am b-o-r-e-d! What say we go down to the lobby and see what's shaking?" Justin was whining a bit, a habit that Lance hated. There wasn't much he hated about his youngest friend, but that was one. Oh and the fact he lost his sense of humor quickly. But not much else. "Yeah, okay, I'll meet ya in the hall." He hung up and bent over to pull his sneakers on. Glancing at his laptop, he decided that he would get online later, and try again. The lobby was hopping with other stranded visitors, some of them Lance and Justin's ages. Justin grinned as he spotted three girls sitting near the fireplace, sipping hot chocolate. "It's our lucky night, Bass, let's go." Lance shook his head in amazement as Justin approached the young women, much to their delight. Justin was feeling a bit lonely too, and one thing was certain, he hated to be alone. That's why he spent hundreds of dollars a month on a cell phone, and on flying his family and friends out to be with him. Lance never understood his obsession with not wanting to be alone, no one in the group did, they just accepted it, as they accepted everyone's idiosyncrasies. Lance sat next to the cutest one, in his mind anyway. She was petite, with long brown hair, and the most exotic green eyes he'd ever seen. He chatted easily with her, discovering she was 21, yeah, legal, and in town for a dance competition, yeah, she's a dancer. He didn't notice the minutes turn into hours until Justin yawned loudly. "Time for us to go," he declared as he stood up and stretched. "What time is it?" Lance asked, never taking his eyes off the girl next to him. "Three a.m. We really have to be going. Big day tomorrow, right Lance?" Justin's eyes pleaded with his friends. The two girls he was talking with were boring him to death with all their praise, and gushing about how wonderful he was. Not something he liked to hear constantly. He just wanted a woman who didn't kiss his ass all the time. These girls were not it. "I guess so," Lance said, hesitantly. "It's been nice talking with you." The girl stared at him with total adoration. "You too Lance. I enjoyed our talk." He looked at her, trying to muster up some courage to ask her for her number. He didn't know what good that would do since she lived in New Hampshire, and he lived all over the country. It wasn't to be however, since Justin grabbed onto his sleeve, and half dragged him to the elevators. Once inside, he let out a huge yawn. "Boring!" he stated. "I wasn't bored," Lance sighed. "She was pretty great." He was so happy to just enjoy someone's company, someone who wasn't a screaming fan, or a member of N Sync, or for that matter, someone who worked for him. She was just, well, normal. "You didn't have to drag me out of there like a two year old." He didn't mean to be short with Justin, but there were times when the kid just cared about himself, and no one else. Justin rolled his eyes. "Give me a break. You're a big boy. You could have stayed. Don't blame me." The doors opened to their floor and the two got out. "Wonder if everyone else is sleeping." Lance shrugged, reaching for the key to open his door. He was contimplating going back down to the lobby to continue his conversation, but decided against it, mostly because he didn't want to lead her on. He couldn't afford a girlfriend at this stage of the game. Been there, done that. Disaster! He entered his room, and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Stripping down to his Taz boxers, he brushed his teeth and stared at himself in the mirror. There was nothing stopping him from having a bit of fun on the computer. He was feeling especially lonely now, and a bit on the horny side. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been with a woman. He didn't usually bring them "home". Not that he wasn't attracted to them, but his strong religious upbringing always stood in the way, and wrestling with his morals was not something he liked to do. He only did that in emergancy situations, situations were the need for sexual release just overpowered him. Sighing at his cross in the mirror, he took it off and hoped that would give him the courage he needed to be freaky on the computer. No, freaky deaky. He laughed at the reference. He strolled out into his room, kicked some of his dirty clothes to the side, resolving the clean up his mess in the morning, and pulled his laptop onto his bed, turning it on. Silently, he connected to an adult chat room and watched as people talked about sex, mostly. He watched for a few minutes before typing in a message. tazz5479: feeling lonely, any girls want to chat? Lance sat back and watched as a few girls responded positively to him. He clicked on their profiles, and tried to decide which one to hook up with. Joey would know. No, Joey would take them all on. Lance smirked. He finally chose a girl with the screen name "mskitty" and sent her an instant message, a little bold for him, but this girl said she was an exotic dancer, and was into body piercing, as well as erotica. A small voice in the back of his head admonished him for doing this, but he needed something, some kind of anynomous comfort. He'd been on the road for months, and missed female company. He held his breath, waiting to see if mskitty would respond. She didn't disappoint. mskitty: lonely huh? :( tazz5479: a bit, so what do you have peirced? mskitty: how old are you? lol! Lance sighed. How would he know if she was even old enough to talk with? He didn't want to get into trouble with this. His mother would have a fit. You're 21! She can't control you. Oh yes, she can. Shaking his head, he typed more. tazz5479: i guess we both have the same questions. 21 and u? mskitty: 24 where u from? tazz5479: south, ms actually mskitty: southern boy, love it tazz5479: so are you gonna answer my question mskitty: sure you can handle it tazz5479: i'm a big boy, i can handle it mskitty: how big ; ) Lance grinned, feeling more relaxed as the conversation progressed. It wasn't as tough as he thought it would be. She was leading the way, pulling him into a world he hadn't explored with comfort yet. tazz5479: i'll tell you if you tell me what you have pierced mskitty: ok, my ears, my navel, and my southern bump, if you get my meaning tazz5479: i think i get it 8 mskitty: 8? tazz5479: answering your question, 8in. mskitty: lol! got it, nice! tazz5479: so what are you doing tonight? mskitty: rare night off, not used to it, bored into tears tazz5479: same here, bored stiff tazz5479: no pun intended there! An instant message popped up on his screen from hot4u, Joey's alter ego bad boy, cyber sex name. Lance froze. hot4u: dude what up? tazz5479: go away hot4u: touchy are we? what ya doing tazz5479: nothing, now go away Lance closed his window, and cursed. He should have changed his screen name to do this. Now Joey would tease him, wondering exactly what the good one of the group was doing on line so late at night. Not that Lance cared, well not that much, maybe just a little. He saw Joey pop up again, and ignored him. mskitty: still there tazz5479: yup, sorry, so where were we mskitty: you were saying you were bored stiff, were u kidding tazz5479: no, well partially mskitty: so what do you do? no profile tazz5479: i go to school part time, and work the rest of the time mskitty: major? tazz5479: communications mskitty: cool so tazz, u like sex Lance stared at the message, feeling a tingle rush through his body. He paused, wondering whether he should really get into this or not. Peering at the clock, he noticed it was heading for 4 a.m. The ache between his legs was getting worse and he chewed on his lip, pissed that he was having a battle with his conscious. He settled back in his bed and thought. mskitty: not a trick question, just curious tazz5479: yeah, i like sex mskitty: good, starting to worry lol! tazz5479: what do you like about sex mskitty: orgasm lol! hands down tazz5479: i hear ya mskitty: do you do it when you're alone tazz5479: meaning? mskitty: that southern sun fry you hon? lol! masterbate Lance grinned. He could feel himself throb slightly. Joey popped another message onto his screen. "Shit, Joey go away!" He cancelled the message, anxious to concentrate on his new friend. tazz5479: only when i have to mskitty: big ladies man? tazz5479: i do okay mskitty: what do you do to the ladies to make them beg for more tazz5479: whatever they want mskitty: ooh, i love a man who's not afraid to do everything tazz5479: if you were here, i could do it to you mskitty: be right over "What?" Lance cried at the screen. His heart skipped a beat, and his palms grew sweaty. "How does she know where I am? Does she know who I am? Shit!" mskitty: that is if i knew where you were! lol! Lance sighed. She was messing with him, thank God! (No seriously, thank him now! Imagine an N Syncer caught with his pants down! Media mess!) tazz5479: will this do for now mskitty: sure, are you on your bed tazz5479: i am, where are you mskitty: in my computer chair, i could take off some of my clothes and get more comfortable tazz5479: gotcha beat there mskitty: oh yeah? naked? tazz5479: boxers, wait a sec Lance tossed his boxers to the side, totally engrossed in this little game. tazz5479: naked now u? mskitty: almost, not hot enuff yet tazz5479: what do u look like mskitty: 36-24-34 hazel eyes, reddish brown hair u? tazz5479: green eyes, dark blonde hair, blah blah mskitty: are u still lonely tazz5479: very mskitty: well, what can we do 4 u tazz5479: what do u want to do mskitty: i want to spray whipped cream on you "Oh my...." Lance's eyes grew wide, and the little angel on his shoulder wagged a finger at him. The little devil on his other shoulder just grinned and whispered for him to keep going. tazz5479: i like whipped cream mskitty: me too, and i get to lick it off you, slowly tazz4579: oh yeah? mskitty: starting at your chest, and rubbing myself along your body tazz5479: i can feel that mskitty: you know where i'm going, i can feel it beween my legs Lance shifted on the bed, so his computer was beside him. He watched as she typed lewder and lewder comments, causing him to become incresingly aroused. Cautiously, he reached for himself, following her directions to the letter. His mind whirled, and he orgasmed without that usual pang of lonliness. mskitty: u ok tazz5479: you took my cyber virginity lol! mskitty: yeah? glad i could be your first tazz5479: thanks mskitty: anytime, you're cool Lance said his goodbyes, and signed off. Crawling under the sheets, he wrestled with the aftermath of it all. True, he was certainly not a goody goody by any means. He'd been known to bring home N Sync groupies from time to time, hiding it carefully, and never sleeping with them, just fooling around. He knew the risks, both in the media, and disease wise. Smiling to himself, he understood Joey's facination with this now. Anonymity, no messy goodbyes, and no STD's. Why didn't everyone do it? I seemed like a good idea. His eyes closed, heavy with sleep, and he drifted off, contented and eager to find another mskitty soon. |
| DIGITAL GET DOWN by destiny |