"Lance's Liaison" (Brent & Lance)
*Disclaimer I Am In no way affiliated with N'SYNC. I do not know them, nor do I claim to. I do not know the sexual preferences of anyone in the band, and this story in NO way implies that I do. This story is entirely fiction, though all fiction has to be based on some sort of reality (otherwise we wouldn't be able to comprehend it!), the elements concerning N'SYNC or any other celebrity that may be mentioned are 100% fictitious.
Later installments of this story may contain sexually explicit content! If you are offended by M/M representations of these actions then read no further. If you are under the age of 18, or if it is illegal for you to read this type of material in your area, then please, read no further! ***************
Ok, Hello Everybody! I'm Frank! This is my very, very first attempt at a story of any kind! I've been a long time reader of Nifty (mostly the boy band's section) and now I'm finally going through with writing a (hopefully decent!) story of my very own! Aren't u proud? =) So please, go easy on me!
Anywho, I never get e-mail, and I would love to hear from anyone that is willing to give my story a shot. So please, e-mail me at niftyfrank@email.com with any comments, concerns, criticisms, threats, flames, WHATEVER...just E-MAIL ME!!!! Just be sure to include the title of the story in the subject...I tend to delete what I think is spam...sorry.
Oh, and sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes...I was really anxious to post this, so I didn't proofread as well as I should have...can you blame me?
Now, without further ado LET THE STORY BEGIN!
Part I: Wake up call...
"...Don't really wanna make it tough, I just wanna tell you that I had enough! Might sound crazy but it ain't no lie, baby BYE, BYE, BYE!" The radio blared, filling Brent's room with the sounds of the latest single from N'SYNC.
"Oh man, I've GOT to find a new station for my alarm setting!" he groaned as he sluggishly moved a half-able arm to turn off the alarm clock.
"That was N'SYNC with their latest, "Bye, Bye, Bye from their new album No Strings Attached," The DJ began, "and now it's time for our early bird trivia question of the day!"
Brent stopped in his attempts to silence the alarm, he always loved to hear the teenyboppers make fools of themselves with their wrong answers to these ridiculous questions--so early in the morning too!
"Alright kiddies, here's the pop question for the morning! We're looking for the 10th caller who can tell us which N'Syncer was given the nick name Poofu based on the fact that he used to dress up as a dog of the same name when he worked in his uncle's photo shop?"
"What kinda of loser keeps up with stuff like that?!?!" Brent chuckled to himself, waiting for some prepubescent teeny to get on the air, and scream out the answer.
"Ok, Caller number 10, you're live on the air! Can you tell us which N'SYNC member has a shaggy disposition, and a furry costume fetish?" Brent couldn't help but laugh at the DJ's antics...
"James Lance Bass" The caller replied. Brent was all too shocked to hear the deep voice of his good friend Evan Dele•n highlighted with a new, and slightly odd (for him), tinge of cheerfulness.
"What the..." he began when he was cut off by the extremely loud voice of the DJ...he turned down the volume a little.
"Congratulations Evan! You've just conquered this mornings pop question!"
"Oh Joy!" Brent mocked with more than a hint of sarcasm.
"Thanks!" Was all that Evan said, but it was obvious to Brent (after knowing Evan as long as he did...) that he was truly excited.
"Well, you don't exactly sound overjoyed Evan, but I think I have something that might put a little skip in your step bright and early this Monday morning! Only because a certain boy band pop sensation is going to be in town this weekend, are we awarding you with--not one--but TWO tickets and backstage passes to go see America's number one teen group N'SYNC!!!!"
There was a slight pause, followed by a deafening scream by Evan. At that point Brent knew he was at his house doing his patented happy dance. Brent laughed to himself once again at the mere thought of Evan dancing around his room, and screaming.
"I knew that would make your morning Evan! So tell me, what's the station that's sending you to see N'SYNC? In concert"
"R.O.C.K. 93.5 BABY!!!!" Evan roared. Brent let out another barely audible laugh, and then waited. After about a minute and a half, he began counting down.
"5, 4, 3, 2..."
Riinngggggg!
"Hey Evan, what's up?" Brent asked nonchalantly as he picked up the phone.
Evan muttered something about the 'damned caller ID', and then began to yell again. "Aaahhhhhhh! Guess what Brent?!"
"What?" Brent asked coyly, trying to retain his laughter. "No wait, let me guess. You just won tickets to go see Poofu in concert?!?!?!?"
"Wha...how did you...." Evan stumbled at his friend's apparently newfound clairvoyant abilities.
"I heard you on the air dumbass!" Brent remarked while bursting into hysterics.
"Oh...OHHHH!" Evan laughed a little at his own inability to cite the obvious. "Well," he let out after a chuckle.
"Well what?"
"Well...you wanna come with?" Evan asked .quite condescendingly. He always had an air of arrogance about him, but I guess being a contest winner gave his ego a--greatly unneeded--boost!
Brent considered the offer for a moment before he replied, "Now why the hell would I wanna go see a dog and his four trainers perform...let alone go backstage to meet them afterwards!"
"Oh Please Brent! This is me you're talking to. I know that you secretly like N'SYNC, I found their CD in your "secret" drawer a few weeks back when I was at your house and you were in the shower!"
"You what? You went in my drawer, how did you find the key? That's not cool Evan!" Brent tried to concentrate on being angry while tossing the idea of meeting one of his, secretly, favorite bands around in his head.
"The lock is broken!" Evan stated matter-of-factly.
Sure enough, Brent reached over to his "secret" drawer, and with a good tug, it slid open without any further coaxing. "Oh..." he sighed. Now it was he that was wondering how he could miss something so blatantly obvious. He'd considered that drawer his safe place for years, and now he comes to find that anyone with a less-than-persistent tug could have access to his "prized" possessions.
"Don't worry Brent, You know I'd never rifle through your things. I just happened to open the drawer, and see the CD.... Granted I laughed a bit when I saw it--considering how you feign hate for the group--but that was the extent of it. I closed the drawer right afterwards, and never opened it again."
"Gee, that's comforting." Sarcasm seemed to be Brent's theme for the morning. "He sets limits on how much he can violate my privacy..."
"OK, OK, I'm sorry! How's about I make it up to you by taking you to see 5 HOTT young guys in concert this weekend?" Evan asked apologetically.
"You were gona take me anyway!"
"I know, but...."
Brent laughed, "Bye Evan." And hung up the phone. He laughed a small laugh once again before he realized that he had to get ready for school! "Oh shit!" he said in a hushed yell.
---------------------------- Part II: Coasting Along
All throughout school that day, Brent tried to get used to the idea that he was going to be seeing one of his favorite bands in concert, and then meeting them backstage. He was, to say the least, overjoyed. It showed too. Whereas most people were expecting the normal, cynical, and overly sarcastic Brent...they found a happily dispositioned one in his place.
He caught up with Evan during lunch, and they discussed the upcoming events of the weekend.
"So, you're going right?" Evan questioned hopefully. He and Brent had been friends for the longest time. They had come out to each other last year, each relieved that the other was gay too. They attempted a romantic relationship, but they just didn't have those types of feeling for one another--they had been friends too long.
"I have to think about it some more." he lied.
"What's there to think about?"
"No, I'm kidding. I'll go! I might as well now that my dirty little secret is out."
"Everyone loves N'SYNC! It was simply a matter of time before you joined the ranks of the rest of the human race..." They both laughed.
"Yeah, whatever!"
"Well," Evan began, "it'll do you some good to go out! You haven't been anywhere since Andr..." He trailed off. Brent looked up at his friend with saddened eyes, his joy of the morning jaded in an instant. "I'm sorry Brent, I didn't mean to..."
"It's ok." Brent cut him off dryly. His mind was being flooded with the memories of he and Andrew's relationship gone bad. The memories of Andrew proclaiming his feeling for him, of giving himself to Andrew, of Andrew dumping..."
"BRENT!" Evan said in a harsh whisper "snap out of it!"
"Yeah, what?" "You don't need to be thinking about him. He was an asshole! I'm sorry that I even brought it up. I know how much...."
"BRENT!" They both snapped their heads towards the voice, only to see Sarah walking towards them, and calling out Brent's name.
"SARAH!" He jokingly yelled back...She quickened her pace--her shoulder length blonde hair bouncing as she walked--and was soon at the table. She sat down beside Brent, and smacked him on the back of the head.
"Oww! What was that for?!?!" He complained.
"For not calling me back last night!" She said drably. Evan proceeded to mimic the sound of a whip being cracked, only to receive and spine-tingling death stare from Brent.
"I was busy." Brent lied. He had simply fallen asleep and forgotten all about it.
"Um hmm..." was Sarah's reply, she was not buying it.
"I'm sorry?" He offered.
"You're forgiven." She smiled, she loved toying with Brent...he was a sucker for emotions. He became a little kid when he thought that he was the cause of someone's feelings being hurt. He grumbled something about how she 'shouldn't do that to him..." and then his lips curled in an evil smile when he thought of how to get her back. He put his mini-plan into action.
"Soooooooo, what are you doing this weekend Sarah?"
"Well...since I, unlike a certain LOSER who shall remain nameless, have a life, I'm going to Matt Burnhart's party. What about you? As if I even need to ask..."
"Oh, nothing." Brent lied, continuing in his mini-plan. "Just hanging around, doing some shopping, then Evan and I are going to the N'SYNC concert at the Coliseum." There was a short pause, and then Sarah spoke.
"Riiight," She said with a smirk, "and just how do you plan on getting tickets so late? And how do you plan on paying for them? With your not-so-good looks?" She made a very unladylike little grunt at her sarcasm. Just as Brent had hoped, Evan began fumbling through his backpack and then pulled out a cassette tape. He knew Evan all to well. .
With a small glint in his eye, Evan passed the tape to Brent who, in turn, passed it to Sarah with a simple..."Get a load a' this!" Sarah proceeded to pull out the Walkman that she carried with her to use during her first period study hall, and popped in the tape. Hey eyes widened as she listened to the tape of the radio show this morning. She slowly pulled out the tape and handed it back to Evan. She calmly put her Walkman up, and then turned to Brent. Brent prepared himself for whatever witty comeback Sarah had prepared for him, he was all too shocked, however, when his friend let a high pitch scream escape from her lips. It pierced the air like an arrow...drawing the eyes of the entire cafeteria. She then continued to yell "YOU'RE GOING TO MEET N'SYNC, IN PERSON?!?!?!"
Brent gave a small nod while trying to withhold his composure. He failed...he was soon laughing uncontrollably, and thrashing his arms about wildly. They were once again the focus of the cafeteria, but only for a moment. Soon Brent came down from his comedic high--he laughed way more than necessary, but it was funny to him. He focused his attention on Sarah, or rather...Sarah's reaction. Her eyes were glossy--she was going to cry.
Brent leaned forward, and took Sarah into his embrace. He whispered, "It's ok. I'm sorry...I didn't mean to upset you..." On his shoulder he felt Sarah laughing. He pulled away from her, and saw a broad smile across her face.
"Gotcha' again! You're so gullible!" She snickered. Brent let out a small giggle, and then he looked at Sarah once again. "That's so cool!" she said. "I love N'SYNC! I can't believe you're actually gona meet them! Get me an autograph k?"
Brent breathed a sigh of relief, he'd have to stop letting people do that to him! "Sure thing." He replied.
"If you forget, I'll have your head!"
"Sounds more like a reward than a punishment!" Evan chimed in from across the table. He never could resist throwing in his two cents!
"Pervert!" The other two said simultaneously.
The rest of the day, Brent continued on in his happy-go-lucky matter--drawing a little more attention that he was accustomed to, but he didn't seem to mind. He finished out his other four classes without any major happenings, and headed home for the afternoon. Friday was going to be great....he couldn't wait to meet the infamous N'SYNC. However, truth be told, there were certain members that he was especially excited about meeting!
------------------------------ Part III: "Waiting for tonight!"
On Friday, Brent woke up to the sounds of R.O.C.K 93.5 blaring from his alarm clock as usual, only this time, he found himself feeling somewhat disappointed that the sounds permeating throughout his room were not the voices of the five handsome N'SYNCers. He lay in bed a moment, contemplating the events of the day. He had to somehow get through school today without combusting from excitement! After classes, he and Evan were heading out to the mall to get some new 'concert' clothes, and then it was off to see N'SYNC!
He managed to make it through the day in his semi-dazed state. He couldn't believe that he was getting so worked up about meeting the very pop group that he had proclaimed his hate for. Although, he knew that he liked their music, he never once thought that he would turn into a teeny when presented with the chance to meet them!
He met up with Evan and Sarah again at lunch. Although they tried to refrain from talking about the concert in front of Sarah, she told them that it was ok to celebrate their 'special' day. They discussed what clothes they had in mind, what time they should be ready, what time they should leave, and of course, the guys of N'SYNC. Evan eventually wandered into talking about how the guys looked...this was a little uncomfortable for Brent. Sarah had known about Evan as long as he had, but he had not come out to her yet--and for some reason he didn't feel that this was the time or place to do it! He just sat back and listened, thinking about how much he wanted to voice his opinion on the guys. Somehow, however, he managed to keep his opinions to himself.
The rest of Brent's day went as normally as every other day had this week, except for in his last period. He had managed to laugh for twenty minutes straight during Music Appreciation class when the teacher mentioned something about the baritones' singing not being "N'SYNC!" (Sorry, but I had to put a pun somewhere in the story! No true N'SYNC story would be complete without at least one not-so-good pun...)
After school, Evan met up with Brent. They got into Brent's Montero Sport, and headed to the mall. The mall was more crowded than they had hoped. For some reason they had forgotten to compensate for the Friday afternoon rush in their planning.... They just hoped that they would be able to find what they needed, and get out in time to go home and get ready. They didn't want miss ANY of the concert, and they definitely wanted prime parking!
The first store that they headed to was Eddie Bauer. Brent picked up some denim pants with a smaller cuff than normal. Evan picked up some shirts, but not for the concert. They headed to the Gap where Brent bought a navy blue ribbed turtleneck to go with his pants. Evan began considering a similar ensemble, but he saw the look of disapproval on Brent's face. He decided to go with some black corduroys, and a blue silk shirt. This was still a little too similar for Brent's liking, but he dealt with it.
They left the mall as soon as they had everything, and were on their way to their respective homes. Brent dropped Evan off, making sure that they both knew exactly what time to be ready! At 5:40 Brent was making his way back to Evan's place. The concert started at seven, so he wasn't in too much of a rush. He picked up Evan, and they were on their way to the coliseum. When they got there, they couldn't believe the amount of people that had already arrived!
"So much for decent parking..." Brent mumbled. They ended up parking a good ways down the street, and found themselves faced with a brisk walk back to the coliseum. They were really going to be cutting it close. Finally, they made it back at about six thirty.
They joined in line with everyone else. There were mostly teenaged girls, but they both noticed a few guys scattered throughout. The line was actually moving at a steady pace, and before they knew it, they were finding their seats. This was it, the concert that they had been waiting for all week!
The lights dimmed, smoke filled the stage, and there were inconstant flashes of colored lights. Five huge fountains of white light burst from the stage, and then, the guys were there...all looking down at the floor. Then, they heard Justin's voice..."You're all I ever wanted. You're all I ever needed, YEAH...so tell me what to do now, when I want..you..back!" The music began, and the guys danced fluently in their obviously well learned choreography.
The concert continued on with the thousands of girls screaming at the top of their lungs. Evan and Brent both joined in on all of the songs, but refrained from as much screaming as possible. Brent unconsciously followed Lance with his eyes. He paid attention to the entire group, but he was definitely eyeing Lance more than any of the others.
The show was thought to end when the guys finished all of the songs from their album, but they surprised the audience by doing a special performance of their newest single "Bye, Bye, Bye!" After finishing the last selection, the group seemed to run off stage. Brent found this a little odd, but thought that it must have just been him that thought this.
The audience was being dismissed by rows, as to keep some type of order in the widespread chaos. When Brent's row was let out, he and Evan quickly made their way to the backstage entrance.
"This is it!" Evan remarked excitedly! "I am actually going to meet Justin...err, umm N'SYNC!"
"Yeah.... I can't wait either!" Brent said, cracking a smile.
When they approached the entrance, there were two huge guards, turning away all of the fans who didn't have backstage passes. They were in the process of turning away Brent and Evan when the pair flashed the passes that the radio had sent them. They were told to go through the double doors, and to a room at the very end of the left hallway. They followed the instructions, and soon found themselves in front of N'SYNC's dressing room. Evan timidly knocked on the door...there was a reply of "It's open..." and he turned the knob...entering the room.
They were greeted by the site of the guys lounging around, drinking water, and trying to calm down after their killer performance. Brent noticed, however, that none of them seemed too happy to see them. Brent was the first to speak.
"HI! That was an awesome show! You guys were really great!" he said, trying to strike up some sort of conversation.
"Thanks." Came Joey's emotionless reply.
"Umm, sure.....No problem..." Brent said worriedly. Had he done something wrong?
"It really was a great show." Evan chimed in happily. He had come out of his awestruck state.
"Yeah, umm, that's great. So now, how about you just collect your autographs and go!" Chris said firmly while pointing to five stacks of pictures on a table in the center of the room."
"Pardon?" Brent said, getting a little angry.
"He said, why don't..." JC began, only to be cut off by Brent.
"NO! WE don't want your fucking autographs! For all I care, you can take your frickin' pictures and shove em' u...." Now Brent was the one being cut off...
"Come on Brent, let's go!" Evan said pulling Brent out of the room. But not before Brent could groan his last words.
"Fucking bastards..." They stormed out of the room and were making their way back to the backstage entrance so that they could get out of there. They were pissed. A few seconds later, Justin came running out the door to the dressing room.
"Wait!" he shouted...
To be continued....??? ---------------------------------
--OK everybody that was it! Whaddya think?!?!?! That was my very first attempt at writing anything, and I would SO LOVE if you guys (and gals!) would e-mail me and tell me what you think! I don't care what it is...Comments, concerns, suggestions, criticisms, threats on my life...I really don't care! I love people and would love to hear from you! But, I must say, I'm not really interested in writing a story that no one wants to read...so if you would like me to continue this, PLEASE E-MAIL ME, at niftyfrank@email.com, and let me know! I'd be glad to comply!
Frank
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