Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 23:24:35 -0400
From: Vikat <vikat@graffiti.net>
Subject: boybands/Things Change/1

This is a story that would, on the most part, be about the guys from
*NSYNC.  Lance and JC look so good together (have you seen Kevin's website?
you gotta: http://209.183.204.98/TKA/TKA_PAGE/fave_men/men_lance2.html).
But of course, I know nothing of their true sexualities in real life.

I am a new author so please drop me a line on what you think of this
after. My email is Vikat@graffiti.net.  Enjoy!

Oh, and lest you thought I forgot, here's the usual disclaimer: This story
is not meant to imply anything about *NSYNC or any other celebrities that
may be mentioned.  It is purely fiction and fantasy on my part.  If you're
not old enough to read this (18+ depending on where you're from), or might
be offended by homosexual situations, then get out of here now.

______

Lance and Joey had been together almost since the formation of *NSYNC.
When they met that day at Transcontinental, they just clicked.  Though they
came from completely different backgrounds, they found they actually had a
lot in common.  For example, they both loved to cook and travel.  In fact,
they both dreamed that one day they could travel around the world and learn
the different cuisines that were out there.  They could also talk about
anything, and yet sometimes just sit in the most comfortable silence
together.  They had a great relationship and anybody that saw them together
envied them.

However, Lance was beginning to have second thoughts about their
relationship. Things were getting stale if they were not already.  They
hardly ever touched each other intimately anymore.  Sometimes, Lance
thought they would make better friends than lovers.  Lance looked over to
the sleeping body beside him.  He wondered what attracted him to Joey.
There was his wit... Joey could always make him laugh... Then there was his
dark, brooding persona that gave him a mysterious atmosphere... Lance knew
he was the only one that thought this, but he could see that so well.  He
remembered the picture of Joey looking into the distance while the rest of
the guys looked into the camera for their CD single of "Bye, Bye, Bye."
Yeah, Lance found him sexy but he also thought that Joey was really wacky
and crazy.  Lance sweared he had the worst taste in clothes and hair
styles... No wait, Chris was worse... Lance laughed and put his head on top
of his boyfriend's chest.  He listened to Joey's heart beating.  He wished
he could love him more.  Isn't it true that if two people really loved each
other, then they would be in tune to each other's souls?  Lance liked Joey
a lot, but he didn't feel that way.  He closed his eyes and just listened
to Joey's heartbeat. Maybe if he listened hard enough, it would tell him
how to love Joey more.

Suddenly, Joey moved to the side, pushing Lance off his chest.  Joey had a
frown on his face and mumbled, "You're crushing me," and went back to
sleep.  Lance knew Joey was still in dream mode when he said that, but it
still hurt.  Lance sighed and got off the bed to take a shower.

He went into the spacious six-star hotel bathroom and locked the door.  He
stepped into the stall and felt the glass door lock him in, keeping the
water from flooding the room.  He turned the knob and felt the
perfectly-tempetured water flow down his head, along his body and hit the
white tiles.  He loved the way the water massaged his back and took away
the dirt.  He just wished the water would also take away the uneasy
thoughts he had on his mind.  He wished he knew what to do about his
relationship with Joey.  They were in a rut and Lance had no idea how to
get them out of it.  "Maybe it's better not to," a voice in Lance's head
told him.  Lance frowned and turned the knob to get the water hotter.  He
can't think that. Joey was a special guy and he was so lucky to have him.
There was no way he would ever find someone like that again.  They shared
their most intimate dreams with each other and envisioned their future
together.  No, there was no way Lance would give up on them that easily.

He turned off the shower and stepped onto the white marble of the
bathroom's flooring.  He cringed at the coolness of it, compared with the
steam that was all around the room.  The mirror was all fogged up and he
walked over to it.  He grabbed a thick, plush towel from the rack and wiped
the mirror.  He saw the image of himself quickly steaming up again.  Now
the mirror only offered a hazy reflection of himself.  Appropriate.  He had
no idea how to spice up his relationship.

Laughter tinkled into Lance's ears from the next room.  He knew that had to
be Justin and JC.  They just did the weirdest things together.  He and Joey
used to have a lot of fun together too.  When did it stop?  Do
relationships always come to this point?  "Maybe that's how you know when
it's over," that annoying voice said again.  Lance saw himself scowl in the
mirror and quickly looked down into the sink.  It couldn't really be over,
right?

(in the next room)

Justin and Chris bellowed with laughter into the phone.  JC was on the
other side and steaming.  "I can't believe you guys did this!" he screamed.

"Serves you right JC," Justin said.  "You knew you had this coming after
you left me to that bunch of screaming girls all alone.  I had to hail a
cab to get back to the hotel in nothing but my boxers!"

Chris shouted also into the mouthpiece, "Yeah, have you forgotten how you
videotaped a girl dumping a drink on my head and then showed it to
everybody?  I was so embarrassed and now it's your turn!"

"Have fun getting back and try not to attract too much attention Joshy,"
Justin taunted and hung up on JC before he could respond.  He and Chris
cracked up again and thought of JC dressed in the outfit they left him,
rolling through the strip and up to their posh hotel.  They wondered
whether the hotel guards would actually let him in.

(at a seedy motel room across town)

JC listened to the dialtone and cursed.  "Those two are such assholes."
However, he had to admit that their prank was pretty good.  JC thought over
the events of the past night....

Last night, he, Justin and Chris went clubbing in one of Las Vegas'
trendiest spots.  They were dancing and he was having a lot of fun when two
girls came grinding themselves on him.  He didn't like that all, not that
the girls weren't pretty or anything, but he just wasn't attracted to them.
He looked to the guys for help, but couldn't find them anywhere.  The girls
then led him toward the bar.  The last thing he remembered was downing one
of the nastiest drinks he had ever had and wishing that he was somewhere
else.  When he woke up that morning, he got his wish.  He woke up in a
rat/roach-infested, smelly room with no clothes on.  He had no idea what
had happened until he looked onto the bedstand beside him.  There was an
opened condom wrapper and a Polaroid on it.  He picked up the picture and
saw a fat guy with a beard and a pot belly and the words: Call me hot
stuff, Brad.  JC literally screamed when he saw that.  He started ranting,
"What the hell happened?  Did we have sex?"  He looked into the picture
again and started to cry and rant at the same time.  "I never even
french-kissed anyone before yet alone had sex and now I lost it to some
guy.  Some fat guy! What am I..."  That's when he heard laughter coming
from the phone, which he now noticed was off the hook.  He picked up the
phone piece and said, "What the fuck is going on?!"

"Oh poor Joshy thought he lost his virginity!  Don't worry nothing
happened, except we popped your inflated ego!"  the familiar voice of
Justin said.  Then Chris came on and said, "Yeah, whatever happened to the
tons of girls you scored with?  Tsk. Tsk.  All of 'em were just lies.  We
recorded this JC and can't wait till we tell Joey and Lance."

"No you didn't!"  JC said in horror.  He was red with shame but now he had
turned white in all of five seconds.  He then heard his voice replayed back
for him.  "Please don't tell them!"

"OK JC, if you promise to stop doing stupid things to us too," Justin said.

"OK fine.  I guess I went a bit far too..."  He was about to apologize some
more when he noticed that he had no clothes on.  "Hey, where's my clothes?"
Justin and Chris started snickering and Chris managed to mutter, "Have you
checked the drawer under the phone?"  JC opened the drawer and noticed a
neon green, spandex bicycle suit and black roller blades beside it.

"I can't believe you guys did this."

...JC still couldn't believe he had to go back to the hotel wearing those
things.  He sighed and went to the dinky washroom.  He was about to get
into the shower stall when he noticed the three roaches circling around the
drainage holes.  "Shower when I get back then," JC thought and quickly
closed the curtain which was yellowed with age.  JC splashed water on his
face and cleaned his teeth with his finger because there was no toothbrush.
He dried himself with the bedsheets and put on the bicycle suit.  He didn't
have any underwear so the suit hugged his body tightly, especially around
the crotch area.  The material showed every indent of his dick and anybody
could see it in that suit even if they were a mile away.  There was no way
he was wearing that and blading his way back to the hotel.  He thought to
call a cab, when he remembered that he also had no wallet.  He could call
Lance or Joey, but saw that he broke the phone when he slammed it after
Justin had hung up on him.

JC gritted his teeth and put on the blades.  He thought, "At least they
paid for the room."  That's when there was a knock on the door with a man
saying, "Hey you got ten minutes before I kick you out!  You haven't even
paid..."  JC groaned and tried to look for another exit.  He noticed the
dinky window in the washroom and decided to try it.  He took off his blades
and threw them out, hoping the man didn't hear them fall.  He pushed
himself through the window the best he could and thought he was OK when he
noticed that some of the material had gotten caught and now he was left
with a widening split in one of the legs of his suit.  He was going to kill
the guys when he got back.  That's when the manager saw him and started to
come after him with a broom and shouting stuff in Spanish.  JC quickly put
on his blades and bladed away along the back streets.  He thought, "If I
ever got back," and prayed that he would make it to the Bellagio without
harm.

(back to Lance and Joey's hotel room at the Bellagio)

Lance came out of the washroom, letting the steam out into the huge room.
Joey was still sleeping on the bed, except he was now sprawled all over it,
with a contented expression on his face.  He thus couldn't have possibly
noticed the "sex god" image Lance was radiating at that moment.  He had
water dripping off his hair onto his chest, with nothing but a hand towel
around his waist because the big one was all wet.  Anybody would have
lusted after him if they were just awake, but unfortunately the only person
who saw him was deep in slumberland.  Lance bit his lip and let his towel
fall as he looked for something to wear in his suitcase.

He remembered another morning when he got out of another hotel shower, but
something different had happened.  He got out in nothing but a towel also,
but noticed that Joey was not on the bed.  He thought he might have gone
for breakfast at Chris' room or something, and since he wasn't feeling
hungry at that moment, he decided to just relax on the bed and watch TV.
The Looney Tunes were on and he happily started watching it.  Suddenly the
door opened and in walked Joey carting in a tray filled with all sorts of
goodies.  Joey also had on the cutest little angel wings and nothing but a
towel around his waist.  Lance turned off the TV and smiled as Joey came
toward where he was laying.  Lance turned on his side and touched the soft
material of the angel wings.  "Where were you and where did you get these
things?"

"Well," Joey said as he laid down beside Lance and slowly started tracing
his fingers along the curve of Lance's figure. "I was in Chris' room and he
told me that we have the whole morning and afternoon off, so I thought it
would be neat if we could spend it together."  Joey looked into Lance's
pale, green eyes and saw them darken a little bit with passion, and smiled
as he let his finger start tracing Lance's chest.  "Then I noticed that he
had these things in his room which he said that some girl had left," Joey
stopped as he noticed the quizzical expression on his boyfriend's face.
"Remember the extras on the set when we did that magazine cover and we were
all dressed up in white?"  Lance nodded as he remembered the skimpy bikinis
and wings that the women on the set wore.  Skanks.  "Anyhow, somehow Chris
got one of them, and I borrowed it.  I also ordered this stuff from his
room and showered so that I would be all fresh just for you!"  Joey lightly
touched Lance's nose and then kissed him lightly on the lips.  He then said
in a deep voice, "Tell your angel what you want him to do for you."

Lance giggled at that and just kissed him back.  Joey could be so corny
sometimes.  But cute.  Lance looked into those brown eyes and melted.  Very
cute.  "I want," Lance drawled as Joey moved his hands down his body, "You
to..."  "Yes?" Joey prodded and caressed Lance's sides while putting tiny
kisses along his neck.

Lance laughed softly and whispered into Joey's ears, "I want you to bring
me some chocolate covered strawberries!"  Joey popped up at that moment and
looked at Lance with confusion.  Lance's eyes were full of mirth as he
said, "What did you think I would say?"

Joey just kissed Lance on the lips and said, "Tease," and brought the cart
to the bed.  That morning was spent just eating the sweet foods on the
tray, which included Lance's all-time favorite, French Toast, and watching
Lance's favorite TV show, Loonie Tunes, while being with Lance's favorite
person, Joey.

Lance got a warm feeling as he remembered that time.  It happened so long
ago though.  In fact, only just a couple months after he and Joey first
started dating in 1998.  Two years, and though they did a lot of other
stuff since then, that was one of their sweetest moments together.  It had
been a long time since they had ever done anything that romantic. Lance put
on his white boxer-briefs and walked over to the bed.  He looked at Joey's
form and saw the physical changes on his body.  Joey had gained some
weight, but he took it well.  His hair was now streaked with red, and he
was hairier than before, but Lance really didn't care.  Joey was still sexy
and because he had such an outgoing personality, could get anyone he
wanted.  However, Lance also knew that Joey just didn't hold his attraction
anymore.  He had been noticing a lot of other guys and felt ashamed.  He
had a good thing with Joey, he couldn't just give that up for such a
superficial reason.  They never really formally said they were going steady
or anything, but it was understood that they would be faithful toward each
other.  In fact, some people actually thought they were like a married
couple because of their devotion.

Well, Lance thought, married couples had their ups and downs and that was
just what he and Joey were going through.  They would get through this no
matter what.  Lance got into the bed and curled beside Joey's form.  His
hand instinctively rested over Lance's shoulder and pulled him closer, but
Lance also noticed that the expression on Joey's face was also not so
peaceful looking anymore.  Things had changed.