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Think It Over

Karen — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 07:13:33 +0000

“So we have a special guest,” Carson started to say but stopped. “Let me correct myself…special group here today.”
The camera panned away from Carson near his spot at the window towards a row of five empty stools. It showed the young girls behind it screaming like crazy, their signs blurred out.
“Who’s it gonna be? Find out next right here on TRL,” Carson said before letting the microphone drop from his mouth. He looked over at all the teenyboppers filling the room.
‘Great,’ He thought, knowing the next hour and a half would be pure hell.
“Are they even ready?” Carson asked walking towards the back room. His assistant nodded her head, looking down at the clipboard. “They are just changing into the correct outfits.”
Carson rolled his eyes, these boybands were always difficult.
“You’re on in five.”
That was his cue to go back and stand by the window, the curtains now drawn.
“Well as you can tell we have a very popular group showing up in the next few minutes. The curtains drawn, the inside studio a complete buzz of commotion. Everyone wants to know who the mystery guests are,” Carson said. He wiped the corner of his mouth and looked around the room.
“But first let’s get to our number ten video. Slipping two spots on the count down, here’s the newest from Britney Spears and I’m a slave for you.”
The video started to roll and the five guys were brought out on stage. Carson pulled his earphones off and flagged them towards him, hoping to get this show on the road. He gave courtesy props to each guy and asked them to sit down before the video was over.
‘Where is all the runners? This is getting ridiculous that I have to do all the directing,’ Carson thought egotistically to himself.
The final people did their little telecast on why they voted for the video and Carson was cued.
“And we’re back…with my guests,” He said looking around the room and then back to the camera.
The room was screaming, the ringing wouldn’t go away inside of Carson’s head.
“Hello!” A young man’s voice could be heard and the cameraman decided to go to a wide shot, showing who the actual guests were.
‘So much for surprise,’ Carson complained to himself pulling a stool over so he too could sit down beside the group.
“So guys what brings you to New York?” He asked.
Justin and JC started to rattle off reasons like they were cutting tracks to their new album. Chris mentioned that they were gonna start working on a new video.
“I came for the ladies,” Joey laughed putting his arms out towards the crowd.
“Always the ladies man,” Justin chuckled with a slight roll of the eyes.
Carson wanted to comment, add something about 12-year-old ladies but didn’t. He looked down at Lance who was sitting there almost like he was in his own little world. His face seemed to be distracted in thought.
“What about you Lance?” Carson asked while Justin and Joey continued to talk about “ladies”.
Lance shrugged his shoulders. “I knew Kevin was in town so when the guys offered I jumped at the chance,” He said honestly.
Carson nodded his head. He had always respected Lance and Kevin’s relationship, they never seemed to annoy him like the others could. “Have you seen him yet?”
Lance shook his head sadly. “Nope not yet. The guys won’t let me,” Lance answered.
Carson looked over at the four guys that were busy talking amongst themselves. Clearing his throat, Carson got all of their attention.
“Well as most die hard fans know, or those that just happen to scroll onto the TRL webpage…you guys are here for a special reason. Anyone know why?”
All five guys shrugged and just stared at Carson like he was a raving lunatic that many believed he was.
Carson wanted to strangle them but sighed instead. “We have a surprise…for one of you fine people.” He turned his body so he could look at a monitor. “Please enlighten me and watch the TV screen directly in front of you.”
Justin looked at Carson with a questionable look, wondering what had crawled up his ass and died. Eventually, though, he turned and looked at the monitor waiting for whatever it was that was going to happen to well…happen.
He should have remembered of course, as soon as his voice played out over a blank screen Justin’s mind snapped back. It was that video for Lance, they were all apart of it.
“Lance is the peacemaker. He’s the wannabe mom of the group. He sits you down and says ‘Now Joey going out and sleeping with that thirteen year old is bad because when management gets ahold of it…’,” Joey’s voice laughed where as all the people in the studio turned away from the screen for a brief second to look at Joey’s face; bright red as expected.
“Lance is like my mentor. I want my voice low, deep and sexy like his,” Chris said with a smile, the TV finally showing his face. You could tell he was sitting in a room with a drop curtain behind him, a nice fold went along the sheet behind him. It was black, same shade as his wife beater he wore during the making of this video.
Justin talked about how it was cool to have someone around the same age as him, always there to look after each other. JC mentioned the serious side of course, always looking out for the business of their job.
Carson’s hand rubbed the side of the mic against his head and waited for the cute little boyband ‘We love our dorkiest member’ video to be over.
Finally he was cued, and the mic was back up to his mouth. “There’s more to be shown after the number three video…so here it is! POD’s Alive,” He said quickly before the camera was off of him and on the audience with a nice little music clip playing in the background.
“Can I get some fucking water over here?” Carson said getting aggravated, his throat abnormally dry. His stagehand rushed over with a tall glass of ice water, handing it to him with shaking hands.
From the commercials they went straight into the number two video, Smooth Criminal by Alien Ant Farm. Joey got up during the video and started dancing around the room, causing an uproar that just worsened Carson’s headache.
The video was about to end and Joey rushed to his seat, which Justin and Chris just happened to misplace.
“Give him the damned chair!” Carson shouted right before his cue. He turned to the camera and smiled, ignoring the strange looks from both N Sync and the audience.
“Now instead of showing the number one video we’re going to play the background music for your listening pleasure,” Carson said rolling his eyes as he heard the “aw” of the crowd. “Now as I promised before our surprise for the guys is only have over. While the music to the number one video is playing in the background, we are going to play the tape as an accompaniment. So here it is…the rest of the video and the number one video in the country…Think It Over by Wave.”
Carson pointed to the camera and the crowd cheered, then the screen was morphed. Lance said nervously in his seat, wondering what all this meant. He didn’t remember the guys ever doing an interview segment just on him and it was starting to worry his poor little mind.
The music started to play and Lance saw Kevin’s face up on the screen. A smile spread on his face as he saw his longtime lover smiling.
“Lance is the world to me. Without him I couldn’t go on every day. I couldn’t wake up with a smile on my face and expect to get through the day knowing that come weekend, he’ll be sleeping in my arms. He’s so special, touching so many lives that he does and never ceasing to amaze me with his abilities. Kind is an under statement when it comes to Lance. He’s so generous, fan oriented and funny. I love him so much,” Kevin said sitting there with his leg bent and foot resting on his other knee.
“If I could anything for the rest of my life it wouldn’t be to sing with BSB…it’d be to spend it with Lance. So I hope he’s watching cause I want to make sure he understands how much I love and miss him.”
Lance sighed to himself, the monitor screen going black. “I love you too Kev,” He whispered.
“What was that?” Carson asked leaning towards Lance’s seat.
Lance looked up and smiled nervously at Carson. “Oh…I um was just saying I love you too Kevin.”
Carson smiled. “Well isn’t that cute,” He said looking towards his stagehand getting a nod.
“Well you know what guys?”
All the guys looked at him expectantly. “The surprise isn’t over. That last video was shot live…”
The five boys nodded their heads, butterflies filling Lance’s stomach. “From our green room. Kevin will you please come out here,” Carson said waving his arm up in the arm.
“What?” Lance gasped, wanting to know why Kevin was in the Mtv building and he didn’t know about it.
The crowd went wild as Kevin made his entrance through a cloud of fake smoke, waving to the cameras. He smiled to everyone and then let his eyes fall upon his lover.
They were quickly in each other’s arms, words muttered against chests that couldn’t be picked up by microphones.
Then the kiss. It was so sweet and everlasting that Carson’s jaw just about dropped. “I guess they did miss each other,” He chuckled. “Woah was that tongue I saw. Guys this is a family show.”
Finally Kevin pulled his lips from Lance’s and smiled, the rest of the room wanting to watch but not really wanting to invade on the special moment shared by the two.
“I gotta say something,” Kevin started but Lance interrupted with an I love you. Kevin smiled again. “That too but baby listen…I know the last year with all the touring, your movie and all the shit that goes on in both of our lives…it’s been tough but not once did I think it wasn’t worth it. Anything for you is worth more than you can imagine to me and I want to ask…” Kevin gets down on his knee in front of everything, the crowd aws and the camera men are immediately in Kevin’s face.
Lance bits his lower lip nervously, his hand still holding tightly onto Kevin’s. He watches as Kevin uses his free hand to pull out a small black velvet box from his long trench coat pocket, his hair held tightly back in cornrows.
Kevin looked up at Lance, his green eyes sparkling. “Lance will you marry me?” The velvet box was opened and Lance nodded his head quickly, a ‘yes’ squeaking out of his mouth before he was engulfed into Kevin’s arms once again.
“Well there ya have it folks. Good old TRL, always live!” Carson laughed as he was suddenly cued that the credits were about to roll. “Till next time, this is Carson Daly for Mtv’s Total Request Live.”

Oral Fixation

Karen — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 07:11:33 +0000

“It happened again,” Justin said in a grumble as he walked into the room, slamming the door behind him.
JC looked up from his Newsweek, turning the page in the process. Him and Lance were sharing a hotel room that night and Justin just happened to pick up an extra key before he went out clubbin’.
“What is it Just?” Lance asked looking up from his spot on the bed. He held the remote carefully in his hand, laying on his stomach with his head down at the end of the still made bed.
The only light in the room was that blazing from the TV and through the opening in the curtains; outside flashes illuminating Lance’s blonde hair.
“The stupid girl couldn’t finish,” Justin said in a sigh, collapsing in the nearest chair across from JC.
JC shook his head and back down at the article he was reading. Lance stiffed a giggle and clicked the TV with a single movement. “What happened this time?”
Justin sat up in his seat, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath. He opened his mouth trying to collect all his thoughts as he looked between Lance and JC.
“Well…”
“JC’s not even listening,” Justin whined looking back at Lance.
JC dropped the magazine into his lap and rolled his eyes. “Justin I’ve heard this story so many times…I don’t need to hear it again.”
“JC!” Justin whined a little more bouncy in his seat.
JC tossed the magazine on the empty bed and looked back at his friend. “What happened?”
Justin smiled and wiped his hands across his dark slacks. “Well we were in the back room you know? Every club has one. You find a chick that will do and you take her back there right? Well I told her what I wanted. You guys know how much I love verbal blow jobs. No touching; nothing but the words of what she’d do if I let her,” He started.
Both JC and Lance nodded their heads. Justin always had this obsession with the chicks he’s with to describe in detail what they’d do if he let her. It was a serious control issue Justin had but never admitted to.
“She didn’t complain or anything when I told her to start. I closed my eyes and was sitting back. Her description was pretty good. She used the wrong number in my measurement but that’s besides the point,” Justin said trailing a little off subject.
“And the problem is what?” JC asked waiting for Justin to finally get to his point.
Justin huffed. “She fuckin’ bit me. Not litterally but you know what I mean. I’m not into that kind of kinky shit. I needed to get off so bad, she teased me all the way up to the point where she fuckin bit my tip.”
Lance bit his lower lip and tried his best not to laugh. He rolled onto his side, his back towards Justin and started to giggle.
Justin had saw the redness in Lance’s face and then heard the laughter. “Yo shut the fuck up Lance!” Justin snapped picking up a shoe that just so happened to be laying on the ground to throw at him.
He looked back at JC with a questionable look. “What about you JC? What do you think?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah seriously.”
“You need to stop getting mental blow jobs and get the real thing.” JC lifted his eye brow at Justin before picking his magazine back up.
“Man JC I can’t. There was nothing but skankies at the club tonight. I don’t know where their mouths have been. I’d love to fuck those god damned smirks right off a couple of their faces but *shivers* I can’t bring myself to do it. Poor Johnson wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Justin said grabbing his crotch.
Lance howled with laughter as he just about fell off the bed.
“Yo man Lance what the fuck is your problem?” Justin asked looking over at his friend.
Lance climbed off of the bed, wiping the tears away from his eyes. He sat down on the ground near Justin’s feet and shook his head, trying not to laugh anymore.
JC closed his magazine and tossed it back on the bed. “You do it Lance.”
Lance’s face froze. “Huh?”
“You think it’s so funny. Give Justin a verbal blow job. Then he can get off, shut up about this stupid fuckin’ obsession of his and then go to his own room,” JC said a little more clearer.
Lance look like he was just punched in the gut. “You’re not serious?”
JC nodded his head looking over at Justin to make sure he was okay with it.
“Yeah Lance. Let’s see what you got. I know you’ve sucked some dick in your lifetime,” Justin said quickly, shifting around uncomfortably in his seat.
Lance blushed a bright red and moved to sit up on the bed, next to JC’s magazine. He leaned forward and stared across the dimly lit room at his friend.
“Alright…first I’d slowly remove your…” Lance started when Justin interupted him.
“Wait wait wait!” He said flinging his arms out. “Lemme get comfortable.”
Justin kicked his shoes off and then removed his jean jacket. He slid back in the chair a little, his butt almost to the edge of the seat. After he closed his eyes, licked his lips and put his hands on his thighs he told Lance to continue.
“Alright,” Lance said nodding his head. He looked around the room and then started back up where he had started. “I’d slowly unzip your…”
“Hold up,” JC said stopping him. “I’m not sitting here while you do this.”
JC climbed out of his chair and walked over towards the bed to grab his magazine. He knew Justin hadn’t opened his eyes yet and when he picked up his magazine, JC whispered something into Lance’s ear. JC tiptoed over to the bathroom and closed the door as if he had went inside.
“Ok well…JC’s gone…can I continue?” Lance spoke up, smiling over at JC standing near the door.
Justin nodded and told him to hurry up.
“Okay where was I?” Lance asked staring at Justin shifting in his seat again.
Justin’s mouth opened up and said, “You were going to unzip something if I remember correctly.”
“Oh right,” Lance chuckled. “I’d slowly start unzipping your pants, my lips on your throat kissing over your adam’s apple.”
Justin moaned softly, amazed by how real it seemed. It was like he could actually feel someone unzipping his pants, and soft featherlike kisses on his throat.
“More,” He encouraged.
Lance watched as JC kissed more on Justin’s throat before he continued.
“My hand would slid in your open jeans. I’d rub over your soft, warm skin moving my lips up to meet yours,” Lance spoke.
JC’s lips found Justin’s as his hand rubbed over the buldge in Justin’s boxers. JC moaned against Justin’s lips as his friend called out Oh God.
“Jace…” Justin muttered finally opening his eyes. He lifted his hips up to meet his friend’s hand and moaned again. Lance took that as an insentive to go ahead.
“My hands would push your jeans off of your hips and down your legs. I’d push my tongue into your mouth and move over to straddle your waist. I’d push my hard cock down against your, letting them rub together through the fabric.”
Justin moaned again, feeling JC’s dick rub his in an erotic dance. “Josh…ah…I can’t handle the teasing,” Justin muttered before his mouth was occupied with JC’s tongue.
Lance watched the two of them, feeling his own cock spring to life. It was eerie how turned on he was getting just watching his friend’s.
“I’d move my body off of yours, tweaking your nipples as I kissed my way down your happy trail. I’d remove your boxers quickly and blow cool air on you lovely cock,” Lance said sliding his hand down into his pants. He moaned softly as he felt his hand wrap around his erection. JC blew cool air on Justin, loving how his friend whimpered. He tweaked Justin’s nippled and then took the head of Justin’s cock into his mouth.
Justin’s head tipped back, his eyes closed and mouth hung open.
“Oh…fuck!” He muttered moving his hips up to slam his dick down JC’s throat.
Lance was lost, he couldn’t speak. “What next Lance?!” Justin commanded feeling his hips get pushed down against the chair.
“Um…um…” Lance stuttered his hand moving quickly inside of his pants. “I’d lick along the thick vein at the base of your cock all the way up to the tip where I’d suck you off. I’d lower my mouth back down and deep throat you. My head’ll be going so fast, letting you fuck my mouth till you came hard.”
Lance fell over onto his back, clentching his eyes tight as he stroked himself hard and face.
“Josh! More!” Justin moaned, his fingers finding his friend’s dark brown hair. “Harder!”
JC continued to deep throat Justin, his own cock throbbing inside of his pants. Justin screamed, bucking his hips forward against JC’s hands. He let out a long moan as his body twitched and he came long and hard in JC’s throat.
He took a deep breath and looked down at his friend, taking the time to clean him off with his tongue. Both men looked over at Lance when they heard another long satisfied groan come from him.
“Wow…” Justin mumbled pulling JC up off of the floor. “That was the best verbal blow job ever.”
“Now will you shut up and go back to your own room so we can get some sleep?” JC teased with a laugh.
Lance moved over to sit in the chair next to Justin, the one JC had occupied moments before. Justin’s eyes met up with Lance’s and they both smirked.
Justin pulled JC to him, kissing his lips long and hard. He moaned once he could taste himself on JC’s tongue.
“Now JC…you know we couldn’t leave you this hard and not do anything about it,” Lance laughed watching as Justin’s hand slid down into JC’s pants and grabbed his erection. JC withered against Justin’s hand and moaned against Justin’s tongue as it entered his mouth.

Touch Me. Tease Me.

Karen — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 07:07:22 +0000

“Oh my gosh! My back is killing me,” Lance complained as he fell face first on his bed. Justin kicked the door closed and laughed. He put his gym bag down and walked over, flipping the tv on.
“This hotel sucks,” Justin commented falling on the bed next to his friend. Lance grumbled in a reply, scooting up towards the pillows.
N Sync was down in Atlanta, rehearsing for their up-n-coming tour. Wade was working them extra hard and after the long break they had, most of them just weren’t used OT it.
Justin kicked off his shoes, his eyes never moving from the tv screen. He didn’t mind the fact that the hotel rooms were double booked with only bed in each one. No. He hated that there wasn’t any air conditioning.
“Damn Yo! It’s flippin’ hot in here,” Justin said jumping off the bed to push open the window as far as it’d go; two inches.
“Fuck!” He grumbled, pushing the curtains to the side more. Lance watched from the bed as his friend peeled off his tshirt and threw it on the nearby chair.
Justin walked back over, turning the tv up a little more. He laughed at the joke David Letterman had just said and fell back on the bed.
Lance groaned again as the bed moved around causing Justin to look over at him.
“Yo Lancey! What’s the matter?” He rubbed Lance’s shoulder softly and waited patiently for his reply.
Lance turned his head back around to look at Justin. “My back ‘dude’!” He replied, totally making fun of Justin’s wannabe Ghetto tone.
Justin rubbed over Lance’s shoulder some more and heard a soft gasp. “That better?”
Lance nodded.
Justin smiled.
“Take your shirt off. I’ll rub your back for you,” Justin offered turning the television off.
Lance looked at Justin curiously for a few minutes before he removed his tshirt. He tossed it over where Justin’s was and laid down in the middle of the bed, his head resting comfortably on the pillows.
Moving over, Justin straddled Lance’s body right over his ass and put his hands down on his friend’s back. “You like it hard or soft?” Justin asked, trying not to giggle at how that sounded. Lance didn’t care.
Justin slid his hands around Lance’s toned back, rubbing up his sides and kneading down the middle.
“God Justin…that feels great,” Lance mumbled, closing his mouth only to open it again with a moan.
Justin closed his eyes and started to rub his hands on Lance’s back like he’d want to be rubbed. His tongue darted out to wettin’ his lips, his mouth hanging open as his breathing got a little heavier.
Lance moaned again in the midst of saying his friend’s name. Justin opened his eyes, looking down at Lance.
“Do you want me to stop?” Justin asked in a whisper, feeling a stirring in his groin. Lance shook his head no quickly.
“No…no don’t stop,” He said in a beg, never thinking he could enjoy a back massage this much. His hips ground into the bed, Justin’s doing the same to his ass.
“God Lance,” Justin groaned tipping his head back. He couldn’t take it anymore. Removing one hand off of Lance’s back to slid down into his sweatpants. Justin moaned at the feeling his own hand gave him. He continued to grind himself down against Lance, his hand on his back stopping.
Lance looked over his shoulder, Justin’s head was tipped back and his eyes were closed. Quickly moving out from underneath him, Lance pulled his track pants, with his boxers, down. He threw them to the side and moved towards Justin who hadn’t noticed his friend’s movements.
Lance’s lips were on Justin’s; his hand rubbing him through the fabric. Justin moaned so loud he though that because of the thin walls, the guys in the next room could hear him.
His sweatpants were pushed down and both guys moaned. Their hard cocks were rubbing together, their tongues battling inside Lance’s mouth.
“I want this,” Justin gasped moments later, pulling from the kiss. Lance nodded his head.
With his hands on Justin’s shoulders, Lance kissed him fiercely. He pushed gently so that Justin was on his back, his head on the pillows.
Lance’s hand continued to stroke his dick, as he hovered over Justin. Justin whimpered. He wanted something to happen but Lance was just teasing him. His eyes were glued on Lance’s hand, and what that hand was doing.
Then he felt it. Lance was slowly sliding down on him. Justin looked up and saw Lance biting his lower lip, making sure to keep his hand moving.
Justin pushed that hand away and replaced it with his own. He moaned, he was all the way in. Lance gasped.
The movements were slow, Lance set the pace as Justin continued to work his hand on Lance’s body.
“God Justy,” Lance moaned moving his body faster against him. Justin moved his hand faster on Lance.
It worked both ways for awhile. If Lance moaned, Justin moaned in return. If Lance picked up speed and the hardness of the thrusts, Justin did the same.
Lance’s hands rubbed up Justin’s body, tweaking his nipples. That let a low growl out of Justin who arched his back, screaming for dear life as he came deep inside of Lance. His hand unconsciously squeezed Lance’s cock.
“OOOOH GOD!” Lance screamed out, his hot cum shooting all over Justin’s hand and their bodies. As soon as he pulled himself off of Justin’s body, Lance crumbled up into a pile next to his friend. Both were panting heavily.
Justin used his clean hand to wipe the sweat off of his forehead, then pull Lance over close to him. He kissed his friends lips before they just laid there and cuddled.
“You think it could get any hot in here?!” Justin laughed putting his head down on Lance’s chest.