Welcome to "Lance's Search," a multi-chapter exploration of a young man discovering himself. As much as I would suspect otherwise, I have no actual proof of the sexual orientations of Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake, JC Chasez and any other member of a boy band that might appear in this story. Consequently anything you read in this story is the product of the mind of its author. That said, this story attempts to take a realistic look into the thoughts and feelings of a guy as he discovers the pains and the joys associated with loving his fellow man... or his fellow band mate as the case may be.
If you have any comments, please e-mail them to bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise, enjoy the story.
BJ
Previously on Lance's Search...
JC took his boyfriend's hand and led him to his bedroom. Each got ready for bed separately in the bathroom. Lance went first. He came out to a room illuminated only by what light escaped through the open bathroom door. Lance was wearing a T-shirt and his boxer briefs. As JC made his way to the bathroom, Lance sat down on the bed, waiting for JC to return.
"Well, go on and get in bed," JC said as he turned off the bathroom light and walked into the bedroom.
"I didn't know if you had a favorite side or anything like that."
"Not really. Just get in and I'll get in on the other side."
Lance decided to get in on the side farthest from the bathroom. He then watched as JC, clad in a wife-beater and boxers, crawled in next to him. The two faced each other. Gave each other light kisses.
"This is the sight I hope I will fall asleep to and wake up with every day for the rest of my life," JC said softly. "Good night, sweet prince."
"Good night, my sweet prince."
It wasn't long before each drifted off to sleep, content lying there in the arms of the other. Feeling warm, safe and loved.
Chapter 32
When Lance woke the next morning he was lying on his side with a strong, masculine arm draped over his body. He could feel the outline of another body pressed up against his back. It was warm. It was comforting. It was particularly comforting because it meant this wasn't a dream. He really was lying in JC Chasez' bed. The man that he had dreamed of for so long was right there with him. He could hear the slow breathing pattern of his older band mate - no not just his band mate, his boyfriend. He could also feel the rising and lowering of JC's chest in rhythm with the breathing.
Lance really wanted to turn over so he could watch JC, but he didn't want to wake him either. And this position felt so good. But he couldn't help himself. Inch by inch he attempted to turn 180 degrees so that he could stare in that face. It took him several minutes, but eventually, he ended up face-to-face with the man of his dreams. He studied each centimeter of JC's face. He wanted to memorize every bump, every nook and every curve. A five o'clock shadow darkened his chin and neck. The eyebrows were neatly trimmed. Lance could have watched his face for hours. His one regret was not being able to see those striking eyes, being lost in those pools of blue.
The sun began to poke through a gap in the curtains, brightening the entire room. It wasn't much longer before JC's eyes began to flutter - eventually opening. Once open a smile quickly broke out on his face. He saw the unforgettable face of his new boyfriend.
"Good morning, sleepy."
"Hey. Morning. You been up long?"
"Not too long. Just been enjoying the view."
"See anything you like?"
"Nope."
"What?" JC said with his expression changing from a grin to a grimmace.
"I didn't see anything I liked. What I saw I loved."
The smile returned. "I see, it's going to be like that then?"
"Yep."
"Well, I suppose I can get use to it," JC said with a chuckle. He then moved his head forward. It was met halfway by Lance's head. Each pair of lips lightly touched the other. This gentle pecking continued for a few minutes before contact lengthened and tongues began to enter foreign territory. Bare legs entwined while hands roamed. This went on for several minutes, but slowly the kissing returned to the gentle kissing and the two stared into each other's eyes.
"You know, if I'm going to take you out on a date tonight, we'd better be getting cleaned up for the day," Lance said.
JC let out a sigh. "I suppose so. I think we probably better shower separately though. I'm not sure my self control is good enough at the moment."
"I know what you mean. You want to go first?"
"No. You're the guest."
After showers and a small breakfast, JC drove Lance to the parking lot where he had left his car the day before. The two said their good byes, unable to touch or kiss while out in public like this. As Lance drove away, he reached for his cellular phone. He pressed a few buttons and brought the phone up to his ear, listening to it ring.
"Hello?" a groggy voice said on the other end.
"Sorry, should have guessed you'd still be in the sack, sleepy head."
"Lance?"
"Yes, it's me."
"You OK?"
"I'm better than OK. I'm in heaven."
"Did you...?"
"Yes. At least I think that's the right answer. Justin, I told him last night."
Justin was now wide-awake and excited. First of all, it was the first time Lance had called him since their big blow-up on the road. Second, the lovemaking he had sacrificed apparently was worth it. "And, what did he say? Did he admit he was gay? You tell him you loved him?"
"Slow down, Curly, slow down. He didn't deny it. He admitted it. And best yet, when I told him I loved him he told me he had fallen for me a long time ago, just never thought it would ever be."
"See, man, I told ya, didn't I?"
"Yes. You did. You knew it before I did."
"That's great, Lance. I'm really happy for you. Did you, you know?"
"We spent the night together, if that's what you're asking, but it didn't get any farther than a lot of kissing. We're going on a date tonight. Who knows what happens after that."
"That's really cool, man. You know where you're going for the date?"
"I haven't got a clue, but I'll come up with something. I want to make it really special."
"You'll figure it out, don't worry."
"Hey, I gotta go, but Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks, buddy. I'm sorry I treated you so badly. Hope you and me are still friends."
"Hey, man, we'll always be more than friends, OK?"
"Yeah. Thanks. I'll talk to you later."
"You better. See ya."
Justin hung up the phone with a smile on his face. A voice under the covers of his bed called out, "Who was that? Anything serious?"
"Nothing to worry your sweet little blond head over," Justin replied. Then he threw back the covers to reveal the handsome, naked body of a young man. A few tattoos marred an otherwise perfect skin, but Justin thought what he saw was perfection."
"Well, at least it really is blond and hasn't been shaved off like someone I know," the voice responded.
"Yeah, we can take care of that though," Justin said with a hint of mischief in his voice as he got up out of bed and headed for the bathroom. When he emerged, the naked singer had electric clippers in his hand.
"Hey, get away from me with those. I need my hair, thank you very much."
"I don't know, this way people could tell the difference between you and your brother."
"Real funny, Timberlake. Now get rid of those clippers."
"Now Nick, you really think I'd cut off the hair on that cute head sitting on your neck? I don't think so."
Nick relaxed a bit, but that didn't last too long as Justin hopped on him, straddling his chest and abdomen with his rear end pointed toward Nick's head. The arms were pinned down by Justin's legs.
"What are you doing?" he asked nervously.
"Well, if I can't shave off the hair on top of your head, I guess I'll just do the next best thing," Justin said as he started up the clippers.
"No man, you can't be serious."
But Justin began shaving off Nick's pubic hairs. Nick offered up some mild protest, but truth be told, he was actually enjoying the shave, as his engorged cock testified. "Don't bruise anything important down there."
"Oh, you afraid of being all black and blue?" Justin replied with a giggle.
"My aren't we just the comedian today?"
"There, all done." The clippers stopped and Justin moved off of his friend's body. "Looks mighty fine to me."
Nick stared down at his now-barren pubic area. He rubbed his fingers over his skin. "Wow, makes me feel just like a virgin."
"Yeah, like you could even possibly remember what that feels like," Justin said, breaking out in laughter.
To be continued...