| Lance sat at the small table in his hotel room, clad only in boxer/briefs and a plain white tee shirt. One arm was casually draped over the back of his chair and the computer mouse occupied his other hand. He glanced over at Justin, who was lying on his bed, stomach down, his head resting in his hands, propped up by his elbows. He was engrossed in some comedy on tv, a small laugh occasionally breaking the otherwise quiet room. The computer and tv were just a way to pass the time. They were on lockdown due to a series of death threats that had been called in. Security had no choice but to ground the guys, so to speak. So they had retreated to their rooms, but Justin had been bored, and lonely, thus crashing Lance's solitude. Idily, Justin rolled over onto his back during a commercial. He scratched his stomach absentmindedly and stared up at the ceiling. "Whatcha looking at over there?" he called out. Lance rubbed his nose and shrugged. "Nothing really, just surfing around." Justin climbed off the bed and stood over his friend's shoulder, peering at the screen. "Hey, punch in my name and see what's new." "Okay," Lance said, agreeably. He typed in Justin's name and watched as over 1000 sites popped up. "Damn!" he exclaimed, smiling. "Have you actually seen these all?" Justin grinned proudly. He was glad to have so many fans dedicating sites to just him. It seemed silly to the others, but he loved it. Pulling up a chair, he stared at them. "Well?" Lance asked. "Are we gonna check them out or what?" He scrolled down, searching for an interesting one. "Here we go," he chuckled, "JRT-sex god" He clicked on and waited as the image downloaded. "Holy shit!" Justin screamed, jumping up and knocking the chair over. He pointed at the screen in horror. "Dude, that is not me!" Lance's eyes grew wide as a full frontal nude photo of Justin appeared, well at least it looked like him. He bit back a laugh, taking in the veiw. The body sure looked like it could be Justin, but, well, how could he say this delicately to his friend, the picture between the legs was a bit skimpy. He studied the image for a few minutes while Justin slammed around the room, hurling obscenities at the computer. Lance finally broke out into hysterics. "What the hell is so funny?" Justin growled, picking up his fallen chair and sitting back down. "This guy doesn't have half of what I have. I mean, really! If they want to superimpose my head, at least do it on a guy that's hung like me." He tapped his foot, and his ears blazed red with anger. It all made Lance laugh even harder. Justin stared at him, frowning. "Okay, you think it's so cute? Let's see what your fans do to you." He shoved his hysterical friend roughly away and typed in LANCE BASS. He shook his head as Lance gasped for breath. "I'm sorry, Justin, really. " He wiped the tears away from his eyes, struggling to compose himself. Justin flipped him the finger and scrolled down the Lance sites until he found one. It contained fan fiction, mostly focused on, and I quote, "The blonde hair, green eyed hottie from N Sync." Smiling evilly, Justin clicked on. Lance finally pulled himself together enough to join Justin, sitting down and groaning when he saw what the computer screen displayed. "Geez, Just', I didn't do that to you." Justin just grinned until he found one that piqued his interest, mostly because it had his name on it as well. "You know they always make me out to be either holier than thou, or a sex maniac. It's stupid, not a broad enough range. I wanna be like the astronaut, or a stalker, something more interesting." He was deep in thought about it. Justin blinked twice at the screen. "I think this is definately more interesting." Lance looked up to see a photo of himself and Justin. The other three had been cropped out, and Lance was lying on the ground, belly down, with Justin laughing, poised on top of him. They looked at one another, trying to recall that photo shoot. The disclaimer appeared and they began to read: "This web site contains works of fiction including male/male sex......." "Oh my god!" Lance breathed, bringing his hand to his mouth. Sure, he knew sites like this exsisted, but had never come across one. But then again, he'd never looked. Justin froze when he saw the picture. His cheeks grew warm and his curiosity was getting the better of him. He didn't want Lance to think he was as interested as he was, so he moved the mouse up to close the site. "No," Lance said, pushing his hand away. "Let's see what it says." Justin shot him a sideways glance, surprised that he wanted to go in. "I mean, if you want to, that is," he continued. Justin shrugged and entered the site. His eyes began to read the torrid love story about him and Lance, and although he was creeped out by it, he couldn't seen to stop reading it. Lance sat quietly, chewing on his bottem lip, reading over Justin's shoulder. He felt funny, wishing he was either alone, or not doing this at all. "Done with this page?" Justin whispered. "Mmm hmm," Lance replied, fidgeting in his seat. The next page popped up, and the two singers read on. Lance was much quicker and stumbled upon the oral sex scene before Justin. He read half way through it before jumping up, his hands held out in front of him to block the veiw. "I give, man! I can't read anymore!" He stepped backwards, coming into contact with the bed, and fell onto it. "Lightweight," Justin teased, smirking until he got to the same part. "Eiwwww!" he yelped, hopping from the chair. "Oh man! That's just......argh! I don't know." He shivered with the actual image of him and his best friend engaging in an activity that was still illegal in some states. He ran his hands over his arms and legs, trying to shake the strange physical sensation it sent through his body. Lance laid right where he'd fallen, and looked over at Justin. "You know, I just have one question," he sighed. "What's that?" Justin replied, standing feet away from the laptop, his eyes avoiding the screen, and his hand stretching to reach the mouse and click the wacky words away. Lance rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his elbow. "I just wanna know why I was giving you a blow job." Justin spun around, his blue eyes wide with shock. "Excuse me?" he stammered, unsure if he'd heard correctly. He watched as Lance sprang from the bed, a bit too quickly for his liking, and approached him. "I mean it. Once again, I'm the good one, the one who's giving. What do I have 'better to give than to recieve' tattooed on my head? Well, dammit, I want a blow job!" He smiled innocently at Justin, loving this mind game. So often, he was the one who was embarassed beyond belief. It was about time someone else got it, although it would have been better if the guys were here. "I....I...." Justin backed up slowly, his thigh bumping into the table, until he was cornered against the wall. His heart thudded and he couldn't read Lance's face. He didn't want to have to kick his ass if he made a move. "Aww, it's okay," Lance grinned as he got closer. He got within inches of Justin's body and lowered his eyelids for effect. Justin held his breath and prepared to defend himself, just in case this went too far. Suddenly, Lance flicked him in the head. "Not from you, stupid! I was just messing with ya!" He pulled back to see the horrified, but relieved look on his friend's face. "Oh shit, you didn't honestly think? Eiww!" he laughed, punching Justin lightly in the stomach. "Sorry, but not ever, not even if we were the last two humans on earth. Yuck!" He stepped back, letting his group mate pass by. "You got a sick mind Timberlake!" he teased. Blue eyes met green ones with amusement at the whole thing. "Maybe..." Justin said slyly, not wanting to be outdone. He held held Lance's gaze for a few seconds longer than necessary, and licked his lips. Lance's mouth dropped open, and Justin grinned, exiting the room, letting his buddy wonder about that for a while. |
| DON'T GO THERE by destiny |