| Drunk by Destiny His ears buzzed incessantly with each shot of cinnamon schnapps he took. His body already wobbled from the alcohol and even Chris couldn't hold him up anymore. "Lance, you fuck! You gotta stop getting shithoused every time we're out." "Mmm," Lance hummed back giggling at a beautiful girl who wandered by with a skimpy dress and stiletto heels. "I ain't kidding, man." Chris grunted under Lance's weight as he hauled him back to the limo via the alley behind the club. "Is he okay?" Justin asked with concerned eyes. "Drunk again," Chris sighed motioning for the driver to open the door. "You going with him?" "Yeah," Justin replied as he slid into the backseat. "I'll take him back." "Love you guys soooo much," Lance slurred with a burp. "Love you, love you, love you." Chris frowned as he shoved the drunken singer into the backseat. Justin tugged him from inside. "Just stay in his room with him until we get back. We should be leaving within the hour okay?" Justin nodded as Lance collapsed on his shoulder. Justin was worried, more like frantic at Lance's behavior lately. He knew better than to try to reason with a drunk. It had never worked on his father. How many times had he tried as a kid to talk his dad out of that one last drink only to be met with a slap, or be thrown against the wall. No, talking to drunks never worked. He bit on his thumb as Lance muttered something about being horny and looking for the ladies some more. At the hotel Justin waited for security to come and assist him. He was strong, but not quite strong enough to lift Lance. Two burly bodyguards shook their heads as they lifted the sloshed N Syncer up by his arms and feet. "Be careful," Justin warned, glancing around to be sure no paparazzi were watching. Out of no where a woman approached. A woman of the streets, Justin was pretty sure. He was naive, but not that naive. "What do you want?" he asked, taking on his bas ass tone. "Looking for company?" Lance heard the call and squirmed down. "Me!" he shouted giddily. "Me lookin' for company." He ran over, tripping into Justin. "The ah..sexual kind," he giggled with a blush. Justin pushed him away as the woman looked on with dollar signs in her eyes. "My buddy is trashed," he explained, holding Lance back. "Sorry to bother you." The bodyguards approached again and Lance kicked out at them. "Leave," he said indignantly, "Go on, take the night off. I want fun and you're not fun." Justin watched in horror as the guards grabbed Lance again. Lance spit and kicked, flailed out in determination. Justin couldn't watch anymore. "Leave him," he said calmly. "I got him." "Whatever," they said, placing Lance back down. He immediately slumped toward the floor. "Wanna have fun?" he asked with droopy eyes. "What are you talking about?" Justin asked with a sigh. "Get the hell up. Let's go, you're making a scene." "Ooh," Lance mocked as he stumbled to his feet. "Justy doesn't like scenes. Justy's a pussy who's scared of his own shadow. Justy won't even dance with the girls anymore cuz he's scared." Justin frowned at the drunken words. "Fuck you," he spat, yanking Lance up hard. He pushed him to the elevator as a few girls approached with stifiled screams. Justin froze. "Oh my God!" one said. "Can we have your autographs?" Lance's face perked up. "Sure," he grinned, taking her pen. He lifted her shirt and knelt down signing her belly much to her friend's excited squeals. "Wanna come up to my room?" he drawled, standing back up. He leaned in and touched her lips with the tip of his finger. Justin's brows furrowed as he snatched at Lance. "He's not himself tonight," he explained as a pen was thrust at him. "Excuse us." Lance cleared his throat as he dug for one of his extra room cards. "Here!" he said, tossing it to her. "Gimme five." The girl caught it with a shriek and Justin shook his head. "You're fucking insane. You know she's got access to your shit now. You freak!" Lance jumped inside the elevator with a second wind. "I'm getting me some, Timberlake, so you can just stuff it." Justin had enough of trying to protect the lush. "Fine. Whatever you want. Just don't come crying to me when she takes your shit, or calls the fucking New York Post in the morning to report how the drunk N Sync singer fucked her silly." Justin managed to drag Lance to his room and shove him inside. "Stay with me," Lance begged, clawing onto Justin's jacket. "The girls will be here and we can all have fun and..." Justin blushed. "No! I'm not doing some girl just cuz you're scared now. No fucking way." "It's okay," Lance grinned flopping down on his bed. "I know you're a virgin. I won't tell them. You don't have to fuck them," he said as he tried to roll onto his stomach. "Just let them suck your dick. It feels good." Justin scowled as he headed for the door. Damn Lance and his stupid drunkenness. Damn him for knowing he was a virgin. Just damn him! He pressed his hand against the door and heard the giggling girls coming. One glance at Lance and he knew he couldn't leave the idiot. He knew fans all too well. They'd fuck him all right, then clean him out. No, he'd stay and make sure nothing whacked went on. Forcing a smile, he opened the door for them. Three of them, he counted. "Hey," he said easily, switching into 'pop star' mode. "Hey," the blonde said breathlessly. "I'm..." "Ah!" he said. "I can't know. I don't wanna know." He clapped his hand over his ears. If he knew their names then they were real and he sure as shit didn't want this night to be real. "Okaaay," the blonde said with wide eyes, glancing over her shoulder at her two friends with a 'damn he's a weirdo' look. Justin frowned as they giggled some more. "So, I know what Lance said and all, but he's a little buzzed. He didn't really mean..." Suddenly Lance sprang up, wrapping his arms around the tiny brunette. "You're cute," he whispered in her ear. "Wanna come to my bed?" Justin dove for Lance and ripped at his shirt. "Stop!" he demanded. "You are not doing this." Lance laughed and shoved Justin back. "Watch me," he challenged. "You like to suck dick?" he asked the girl. She nodded with sparkling blue eyes and Lance grinned at Justin. "Hey!" he called out to the blonde. "You any good at this shit?" The blonde grinned excitedly. "Help J man out. He's a little...ah..tense." Lance cracked up as he tumbled onto the bed with the brunette. Justin backed up toward the wall as she came closer. "No thanks. I'm just watching him...uh, I mean, watching out for him not watching him." Suddenly she was on him like an airy feather, laying tiny hot kisses on his neck. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass. Justin froze as his body reacted despite his fears. "Look, I gotta..umm.." "Shh will ya?" The girl kissed his lips, gently at first, then harder as she dug her body closer to his. Lance picked his head up to make sure Justin was all right. "Y'all over age right?" he called out as his head dropped back down. "21!" the blonde chuckled. "22!" the red head snickered, crawling onto the bed with her friend. Lance grabbed a fistful of brown hair and tugged her head up. "What about you?" "20," she said as she unzipped his jeans. "Thank God!" Lance giggled. ***************************************************************************************************************** Justin's eyes rolled back in his head as the blonde stripped his jeans off him. She had an expert tongue and a vacuum for a mouth. It was easily the most fantastic feeling he'd ever felt and that included the first time N Sync had sold two million records. He couldn't help but dig his fingers into her long hair and whimper as her head bobbed up and down. He wanted to watch her but not. His hips wanted to move faster, yet he knew if they did it would all be over. His eyes roamed over to Lance occasionally where he was content with two girls climbing all over him in various positions. Now he understood what his friend was talking about and why this was a good idea after all. As the blonde pulled her mouth away, she stared up at him with lustful eyes. "Do you want to have sex?" Justin didn't know what to say. "I'm a virgin," seemed too forward, too outrageous, too unbelievable. Losing his virginity to some girl he didn't know seemed so dirty and cheap. So he did what any self respecting 20 year old male virgin would do, he shoved her head back down to his lap with a charming smile. When she continued without complaint, he lay back a bit and tried to regain his tempo. Moans and filthy words floated across the room from Lance's bed and he had to look over again. Both girls were sitting on Lance now, one riding him like a cowgirl, the other sitting on his chest and they were kissing each other. Justin had never seen such a thing in person. His mouth went dry and suddenly his orgasm had a mind of its own, spurting ruthlessly all over the blonde before him. A deep blush crept over his face as he glanced down at her. She simply wiped the fluid from her face and smiled and Justin was so happy to be famous at that moment, so glad that this cute girl was content enough just to be with him that she didn't notice his embarrassment. "Thank you," he managed as she snuggled next to him, resting her head against his chest. She nodded and closed her eyes. Justin watched in amusement as Lance finished his escapades on the bed. He couldn't help but notice how rough Lance was with them, yanking hair and talking pornographically as if he were reciting verses from the bible. A low chuckle emerged from Justin as Lance instructed the brunette to 'fuck him hard'. When Lance finally calmed down, he lay content between the two girls shooting Justin a satisfied 'i told you so' look. None of them heard the door click open. None of them noticed a single thing wrong until Chris' loud voice bellowed through the air. "What the holy fuck is going on?" he shrieked. The three girls were the first to jump up, unsure if the oldest N Syncer was going to hurt them, or hurt Justin and Lance, or quietly leave the room. When JC and Joey tumbled in after him, Justin jumped to his feet. "Its not what it seems," he gushed scurrying for his clothes. Lance was passed out naked on the bed. Justin shot him a look. This was all Lance's fault but he was the one standing here looking like a slut. Joey clapped Justin on the shoulder as he eyed the three girls who were now scampering to dress. "Not bad, Timberlake. You pull them in or Lance?" JC moved into the room with a wicked grin. "Ooh, she's cute." The blonde stared hard at him. "Feisty too I see." "Fuck off," she spat, yanking her panties up. Justin wanted to die. He wanted the earth to rip open and swallow him down. First, he wanted to choke Lance, then he wanted to die. "I'm sorry," he said, avoiding Chris' gaze. "I just...God...I don't know what got into me." The brunette and her friend pulled the blonde out. "Tell Lance we said good bye. He knows how to contact us." "Bye Justin!" the blonde yelled as she was dragged down the hall. Justin sank down onto the bed next to the drunken and sleeping figure of Lance. "I'm sorry." Chris sighed. "Justin, you didn't, you know...have sex did you?" Chris was the only sympathetic one to Justin's 'waiting for the right woman' clause. Joey rolled his eyes. "He better have with three gorgeous girls here. Damn, Lance even got it on." "Lance always gets it on," JC reminded him, kicking a pair of boxers to the side. Chris understood, though. Chris knew what it meant to Justin. "No," he said quietly. "No sex." "Good. You keep waiting okay? It'll be worth it, I promise." Justin nodded trustingly and headed out the door to his own room. "Tell Lance I said 'fuck you' when and if he wakes up okay?" JC laughed at him. "Will do. Night!" Justin slammed the door with teary eyes. He would wait no matter what. |