Loving Justin & Lance Written By: Jonathan Vascardi With Help from: Joshua and Jayson Vascardi
Legal Disclaimer:
This story is totally fictional and not meant to imply anything about Justin Timberlake, or Lance Bass of the music group 'N Sync. If you are under the age of 18, offended by homosexual material, or it is illegal to view in your area, you should be leaving now, otherwise, please enjoy the story. Author's Note:
First off, some of you may or may not recognize me as an occasional co-author of Loving BSB. I am the cousin of its creators, Joshua and Jayson Vascardi. You really should consider reading it, it's a really good story, as is their other series, Nick & Brian. Anyway, this story will be primarily about 'N Sync, and some other celebrities might be being added later. I hope you enjoy the story. This in a matter of speaking, is my first attempt at this type of story. I mean, yes, I did help Jay and Josh write for LBSB, but then I was simply writing what they told me to write. This is all my own work. And now on with the story! Loving Justin & Lance - Chapter 1
Stone Collins sits on the window ledge in the large study of his family estate, peering out the window at the massive moorland. Stone and his brother, Brock, inherited the large family estate from their Uncle Rex when he passed away last year, as well as a rather large trust fund, totaling 15 million dollars.
Stone and Brock are both gay, but at the moment, they have no potential boyfriend prospects. Of course considering that the nearest city is so far away from the house, that the only way to get to the house is by a horse-drawn carriage, this is not surprising. A car would have to be able to fill its gas tank about 3 times just to get to the gate, which is still about twenty miles from the house.
Why choose to live this far away from civilization you might ask? Well, Stone and Brock grew up in this house, and when their Uncle Rex died, and left them the estate, they simply couldn't bring themselves to sell the estate which has been passed down from generation to generation since the late 17th century.
Anyway, Stone, stares aimlessly out of the study window, simply thinking about how lonely him and his brother truly are out here. They don't live there alone of course, I mean there are the servants, but all of them were hired by Rex Collins about 20 or 30 years ago, so they're all rather old and Stone and Brock certainly have nothing in common with them.
Stone turned 21 about two weeks ago, and Brock, who just so happened to be born on the same day as Stone, only two years later, turned 19. Both Stone and Brock stand about 6ft 3in tall, and they both have short blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Stone and Brock have been mistaken for identical twins before, but of course they're not.
Stone is simply staring out of the window when he sees the carriage approaching, the five ivory white stallions galloping at top speed towards the main entrance of the estate. Brock is returning home from a trip into town with the cook and the maid. The cook and the maid went into town to do the bi-monthly grocery shopping, and Brock to mail some letters, and run a few errands.
Anyway, Stone stands up from the window ledge and walks out of the study and downstairs to the entry hall to greet his brother. About ten minutes later, the front doors open and Brock comes in with a huge grin on his face. Stone would normally help carry in the several grocery bags, but Brock doesn't give him the chance, as he runs over to Stone, grabs him, and drags him into the drawing room and closes the doors.
"What's got you so hyper?" asks Stone as he has a seat in one of the two large wingback chairs by the massive marble fireplace.
"You'll never guess what I found out while I was in town," replies Brock as he continues to smile like crazy.
"If I'll never guess, then just tell me."
"I found out that 'N Sync is in town, and they will be here for another three weeks," replies Brock, obviously overjoyed, as he sits down in the other chair.
A smile crosses Stone's face for the first time in quite awhile, as he thinks about 'N Sync being in town, but thinking about Justin Timberlake being in town is what really makes him happy. But this doesn't last long as he realizes that them being in town means nothing, since the town is over 175 miles away.
"Well, it sure would be nice if we could meet them, especially Justin, and Lance, but we're here, and they're in town," replies Stone.
"Not for long, bro."
"What do you mean?"
"As soon as the horses have had a night's rest, we're leaving for town," replies Brock, still grinning from ear to ear.
Stone remains silent and just looks at his brother. Stone knows full well on Brock's crush on Lance.
"I stopped by the hotel and asked the clerk to prepare Uncle Rex's penthouse, and guess what?"
"What?"
"The five other suites on the floor have been given to 'N Sync. So all we have to do is go into town and stay in Uncle Rex's penthouse, and more then likely we'll meet them eventually."
"Well, okay, Brock, let's get packing," replies Stone as the smile returns to his face, as he and Brock quickly leave the drawing room and take the elevator up to their bedrooms, which are on the tenth floor of the house.
The next morning, Stone and Brock leave the house, the staff carrying their luggage, just as the stables master, with the help of the carriage driver, finish attaching the checkrein, also known as a bearing rein, to the lead horse. The staff quickly load the luggage onto the carriage's luggage rack, as Stone and Brock climb in. About twenty minutes later, the crack of the whip can be heard, as the carriage begins to go down the driveway, getting faster and faster until the five horses are galloping at top speed.
There are several disadvantages to living this far out into the country, one of them being that the road to Collins Hall is not paved, which causes the carriage to jolt around a lot, and it is almost impossible to get any measure of comfort in it. As night begins to fall, they are still about fifty or so miles from the point where they can get into their car and drive the rest of the way into town, which at that point will only be about 2 or 3 miles.
The carriage driver begins to make the horses slow down, before they come to a stop in the middle of the road. The driver hops down from the driver's seat and takes out a lighter, which he uses to light the four golden lanterns that adorn the carriage. After the lanterns are lit, the driver climbs back up to the driver's seat, and sends the whip cracking through the crisp night air as the carriage lurches forward, and is soon going at top speed again.
Despite the constant jolting around, and the overall bumpiness of the ride, Stone and Brock manage to fall asleep and they get about 3 hours of sleep before the carriage stops and the driver awakens them to inform them that they have reached the gatehouse. The gatehouse is a small complex of three buildings. A small three-room cabin which serves as a place for the master of the house to rest after the long ride out from Collins Hall, a stables, and a garage.
Stone and Brock each take an overnight bag from the luggage rack on the back of the carriage, and go into the cabin, while the carriage driver unhitches the horses and leads them into the stables for a rub down and some rest.
About 8 hours later, Stone and Brock head into the garage, just as the carriage driver and the caretaker of the gatehouse complex finishes loading the last of their luggage into Stone's black Mercedes Benz. Stone and Brock quickly get into the car, Stone starts it, and the car is soon on its way to the city.
By car, the last 3 miles from the gatehouse complex to the city takes about 20-30 minutes. They only wish that they could be able to drive across the massive Collins Moor by car, which would then take only about maybe 4 or 5 hours, instead of the day and a half it takes going by horse-drawn carriage. One of these days, perhaps, Stone and Brock will manage to get a few gas pumps strategically placed between the gatehouse complex and Collins Hall. But, for the moment, they will just get out to Collins Hall the same way their ancestors have since 1695, a horse-drawn carriage.
Stone and Brock check into the hotel and the desk clerk gladly hands them the key to Rex Collins' penthouse, as their luggage is loaded onto a luggage cart and the bellhop takes it upstairs via the service elevator. Stone and Brock take the main elevator up to the 25th floor of the large Collins Arms Hotel.
The Collins family is a very prominent family in the region, and actually owns the entire city, that's why the hotel didn't put up any fight whatsoever when Brock asked that his late uncle's penthouse be prepared, despite the fact that the penthouse is on the same floor as the five suites given to the guys of 'N Sync and the hotel had explicate instructions from their management that the entire floor was to be their private floor.
As Stone and Brock step off the elevator, a security guard stops them.
"I'm sorry, but this floor is off limits, you'll have to go back downstairs."
"I think not. You see those oak double doors at the end of the hall?" replies Stone calmly, "they lead into the private penthouse that my brother and I have checked out."
"Well, I'm sorry to say that that is impossible because this whole floor is reserved for 'N Sync and the hotel knows this."
"Look, unless you want us to exercise our power and have the guys of 'N Sync thrown out onto the street, you'll stand aside," replies Brock.
"I will not."
"You really don't know who you are talking to here," replies Stone.
"Frankly I don't care," replies the guard.
"I am Stone Collins, and this is my brother Brock Collins. Not only do we own this hotel, but we own everything else in this city. So, you have a choice, stand aside, or we will have the police escort you out," replies Stone, "We do after all own the police station."
"Yeah, right, do I look an idiot?"
"Look, I don't really care what your orders are. My brother and I inherited this hotel, ownership of everything else in the city, as well as Collins Hall, which is about 200 or so miles out of town on the Collins Moor from our late uncle, Rex Collins. Now, get out of our way, or I will not hesitate to call the police."
Just as Brock finishes saying this, Joey comes out of his room and overhears the last bit of the conversation.
"Um, what's going on here Dave?" asks Joey of the security guard.
"These two claim to be Stone and Brock Collins, the owners of not only this hotel, but the rest of the city, and want me to let them proceed down to the penthouse at the end of the hall."
"I don't claim to be anyone, Dave. I am who I say I am," replies Stone as he removes his wallet from his pocket, "Here's the proof."
Stone hands the guard his wallet, and as the guard looks at the picture on Stone's driver's license, he realizes that this guy really is telling the truth.
"Okay, so you really are Stone Collins," replies the guard, "That doesn't prove that you own this hotel."
The guard hands Stone back his wallet, just as the service elevator doors open up and the bellhop pushes the luggage cart out.
"He'll tell you," replies Brock, "Hey, Kirk? Could you come here a minute?"
Kirk, the bellhop, quickly comes over to where the security guard and Joey stand with Stone and Brock.
"Kirk, could you please tell Mr. Fatone, and Dave the security guard here, who we are?"
"Of course, Mr. Collins. This is Brock, and Stone Collins, the owners of the hotel, and of the rest of the city."
"Thank you Kirk," replies Stone.
"Now, since my brother and I will be staying here for awhile, I suggest that we all find a way to co-exist on the same floor. So, Joey, you and the rest of the guys are invited to dinner in the penthouse tonight," replies Brock.
"Thanks, Mr. Collins," replies Joey with a smile.
"Please, call me Brock."
"And you can call me Stone."
"Okay, Brock and Stone, I'll tell the other guys and we'll head over to your penthouse in a few minutes."
"Okay, c-ya then," replies Stone and Brock in unison as they walk over to the penthouse doors, unlock them, and go inside as Kirk takes their luggage in.
To Be Continued
That is, if you want it to be continued.
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