Digital Getdown: Moments
by Karen and LB
© 2002
"GREAT show!" Chris yells as they run backstage. No one disagrees. They had had a night off, and tonight they had been full of energy and the show felt fresh to them again. Chris pauses at the dressing room door and everyone high-fives him as they pass. They quickly change into street clothes and head for the buses.
"Hey you two," Johnny says, putting up both hands to stop JC and Lance. "I need to have a word with you." In typical *N Sync fashion, the others drift back.
"Anything you have to say to them you can say to all of us," Joey asserts, group solidarity in full force.
Johnny sighs. "Fine." He turns to look at Lance and JC. "Look, guys. I know you try really hard, and most of the time you succeed. But you're getting a little obvious out there. Especially the intro to This I Promise You. I could practically hear strings and violins. You have to cool it."
"But I . . . but we . . ., " JC sputters.
"I KNOW," Johnny says sympathetically. "Most of the time I wouldn't know unless I knew. But if you can't tone it down, we're gonna have to change the script for that intro. I'm sorry guys, but that's the way it is."
"I don't get it. What did we do?" Lance asks, completely serious.
Johnny sighs. "You were looking at each other like your brains just melted, that's what."
"Oh. We did? I never realized that. Listen, Johnny, we don't have to change the intro. We'll be more careful, okay?"
"Get going. We gotta move." Johnny turns away like an exasperated father as Lance is pulled toward his bus. Lance still doesn't understand what Johnny saw, and he decides to review the tapes later on.
JC is practically jumping around the bus--even more than usual. He's angry. Angry that he and Lance have to hide, angry that their efforts aren't good enough, angry that Johnny called them on it, angry that Johnny caused that hurt, confused look in Lance's eyes that JC can't be there to soothe away.
JC waits his turn in the shower, fidgeting, wanting to get online and see if Lance is online, needing to talk to him.
Lance throws his head back, letting the hot water trickle down his face and chest, still trying to figure out what he and JC are doing that's so obvious to Johnny. They've been so careful; even agreeing to ride separate buses. After drying himself off and changing into something more comfortable, Lance settles onto the couch by the window and logs onto his laptop.
JC's been on for a few minutes when hears his buddy list signal, and he immediately opens an IM window.
SNGWRTRJC: Hey, baby. You okay?
IMNOTPUFU: yeah, but I'm still confused. what did we do?
SNGWRTRJC: I don't know. We've been careful.
IMNOTPUFU: i feel bad. i hope we're not causing trouble for the guys. we promised them this wouldn't get in the way of the group.
SNGWRTRJC: We won't let it. We'll figure out what we're doing wrong and we'll fix it.
IMNOTPUFU: i'm going to check out the tapes. maybe they'll show us what johnny's seeing. i don't think I'm looking at u different or acting different onstage, do u?
SNGWRTRJC: Good idea. No, I think you're your usual cute self onstage.
SNGWRTRJC: Oh, I guess that was a bad answer. :-)
IMNOTPUFU: you're not helping. good thing johnny's not reading this.
SNGWRTRJC: Yeah, well, I'm mad at him. He had something to say he should of said it in a regular meeting, not 2 minutes after we got off stage. We've done everything they've asked. wtf?
IMNOTPUFU: don't be mad at johnny. he's just doing his job. he can't help it if we're in love.
SNGWRTRJC: I know. Its just-- I hate having to hide in the first place, but we try so hard and this is what we get . . .
IMNOTPUFU: we'll just have to try harder. maybe i am looking at you too much during tipy.
SNGWRTRJC: So? What's the big deal about a look?
IMNOTPUFU: maybe i do look like i want u. cause i do. want u.
SNGWRTRJC: You have me.
IMNOTPUFU: not now.
SNGWRTRJC: ALWAYS.
IMNOTPUFU: not onstage. sometimes i want to just pull you down and stick my hand inside those tight leather pants. but i don't. when we do our little bit, it's not like i stand there and feel u up.
SNGWRTRJC: I'm still all your's. Even if I don't rub that snakeskin shirt against your nipples and lick your ear when I talk to you.
IMNOTPUFU: oh my goodness. and i didn't kiss your neck and feel up that huge bulge in your pants.
SNGWRTRJC: No, you didn't. I'm feeling kind of neglected. And neglectful. I didn't squeeze your perfect butt ONCE.
IMNOTPUFU: my butt's huge! if i could of, i would of slid my hand inside that tight sleeveless shirt of yours and squeezed your nipples until they were nice and hard.
SNGWRTRJC: And I would of slid my hands in your back pockets and pulled you close and ground my crotch against yours. But I didn't, so I don't know WHAT Johnnys complaining about.
IMNOTPUFU: and i did NOT pull off your shirt and kiss your shoulder and tongue my way down your chest.
SNGWRTRJC: Right. I would have noticed if you had. If you had, I would of pulled you back up and kissed you so hard that you couldn't hardly BREATHE.
IMNOTPUFU: maybe that's what johnny noticed. the way my heart stops when i look at u. specially when you're wearing those tight leather pants that drive me crazy because u can see you're tight ass in them.
SNGWRTRJC: So its totally not our fault. It's the costume people's fault. THERE the ones who make me want to drag you right down on to the stage and kiss you all over.
IMNOTPUFU: whoa, jc, whoa. right on the stage? u want to kiss me in front of everyone?
SNGWRTRJC: That's not all I want to do.
IMNOTPUFU: what do u want to do?
SNGWRTRJC: Things I can't do because the audience is full of minors.
IMNOTPUFU: tell me.
SNGWRTRJC: You mean what would I do if there weren't 30,000 screaming teenies and Steve videotaping?
IMNOTPUFU: yes. of course, if u want it on video I'm sure steve wouldn't mind. but tell me.
SNGWRTRJC: EW! I love you and I would do pretty much anything you wanted, but I draw the line at having Steve tape. Or watch. So where was I? Oh, yes. Kissing you all over. Which would mean undressing you, very slowly. And kissing every inch as I uncover it. Of course, I'd have to start with the place that are already uncovered, like youre neck. And youre incredible amazing arms. I'd have to lick all over those muscles . . .
IMNOTPUFU: i love the feel of your tongue on my skin.
SNGWRTRJC: I love the feel of your skin on my tongue :-)
SNGWRTRJC: And the taste. We've been performing, so your skin is all warm and salty. And underneath it, you taste like you.
IMNOTPUFU: that sounds real appetizing. i'm all sweaty. can't be too yummy.
SNGWRTRJC: Trust me. VERY yummy.
IMNOTPUFU: when u sweat u taste so good. i wish u would perform without a shirt. so what would u do next?
SNGWRTRJC: When I'm done with your arms, I'd have to get rid of that shirt, even though you look totally hot in it. So I'd lift your shirt until I can see skin, then I'd run my tongue over that strip of skin. And then I'd raise the shirt a little more, and keep kissing and licking every bit of skin as I slowly roll your shirt up.
IMNOTPUFU: you're giving me chill bumps just thinking about it. more.
SNGWRTRJC: <blush> I'm getting hard just writing about it.
SNGWRTRJC: When I reached youre nipples, I'd take youre shirt off so it wouldn't be in the way anymore, then I'd roll my tongue over your nipple, then take it between my teeth and nibble. Really gently.
IMNOTPUFU: you're always gentle. And i love it.
SNGWRTRJC: Then of course, I'd have to switch to the other nipple. Equal Opportunity Lover.
IMNOTPUFU: wouldn't want one to feel left out. in fact, their feeling left out right now.
SNGWRTRJC: Wish I could be there to do something about it.
IMNOTPUFU: me too. i could sure use a hand.
SNGWRTRJC: Tell me about it. So do we get any hotel time when we get there, or are we doing media right away?
IMNOTPUFU: We have about a half hour. u know, to make phone calls and stuff. <bg>
SNGWRTRJC: A half hour? I can do STUFF in a half hour.
IMNOTPUFU: bet u can't.
SNGWRTRJC: Just watch me. Sure, longer is better, but a half hour will do . . . :-)
IMNOTPUFU: what can u do in a half an hour?
SNGWRTRJC: You.
IMNOTPUFU: i feel like such a slut.
SNGWRTRJC: Never.
IMNOTPUFU: but i want u to do me.
SNGWRTRJC: That doesn't make you a slut. Baby? Is that really how you feel about what we do together?
IMNOTPUFU: no. i love what we do together. i wish we could do it more. maybe that's what johnny really sees. he sees how much i love u.
IMNOTPUFU: <==CORNY!
SNGWRTRJC: Not corny. Well, maybe a little. :-)
SNGWRTRJC: I <3 you, too.
IMNOTPUFU: maybe we should cool it during the tipy intro.
IMNOTPUFU: NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
SNGWRTRJC: your so bad.
SNGWRTRJC: Seriously, how do we cool it if we don't know what we're doing?
IMNOTPUFU: we'll watch the tape. in bed. naked.
SNGWRTRJC: I like how you think.
IMNOTPUFU: i think I'd like to be naked with u right now.
SNGWRTRJC: Your just trying to make me crazy, aren't you?
IMNOTPUFU: is it working? r u horny?
SNGWRTRJC: Horny doesn't even come close. I want you so bad right now.
IMNOTPUFU: soon, babe, soon.
SNGWRTRJC: Not soon enough.
IMNOTPUFU: before u know it we'll be tearing each others clothes off.
SNGWRTRJC: After, what, another six hours in this tin can?
IMNOTPUFU: take a nap. you'll need it.
SNGWRTRJC: You plannin on wearing me out? In a half hour?
IMNOTPUFU: we've got to squeeze a lot into that half hour.
SNGWRTRJC: Squeezing sounds good . . .
IMNOTPUFU: how about stroking?
SNGWRTRJC: You do it so well . . .
IMNOTPUFU: pretend I'm doing it now.
SNGWRTRJC: Mmmmmm. So good.
IMNOTPUFU: and that i have my hand wrapped around u and that i'm kissing u right now.
SNGWRTRJC: <whimper>
SNGWRTRJC: I am NOT gonna make it through the next six hours.
IMNOTPUFU: go to sleep. and dream of what we're going to do when we get to the hotel.
SNGWRTRJC: Yeah, sleep and when I wake up you'll be here with me . . .
IMNOTPUFU: i'll be there to wake u up.
SNGWRTRJC: How are you gonna wake me up?
IMNOTPUFU: with my tongue.
SNGWRTRJC: You have such a talented tongue. Where are you planning on applying it?
IMNOTPUFU: everywhere. but to wake u up i think i'd go right to the source.
SNGWRTRJC: Your not gonna have to wake me up, because theirs no way I'm get to gonna sleep thinking about this.
SNGWRTRJC: I think thats how I knew I loved you--when i realized I'd rather think about you than sleep.
IMNOTPUFU: u love me more than sleep? that IS love! i knew i loved u when i realized i'd rather be talking to u than talking into my cell.
SNGWRTRJC: LOL! Romance in the 21st century.
IMNOTPUFU: how did our parents do it?
SNGWRTRJC: What? Know they were in love or live without cell phones?
IMNOTPUFU: both.
SNGWRTRJC: Well, they weren't on the road, so they could actually call each other on regular phones. And go out on regular dates and stuff.
IMNOTPUFU: i'd like to take u out on a date.
SNGWRTRJC: I know. I don't regret ONE SINGLE THING about us being together, but I wish I could spoil you more.
IMNOTPUFU: i'm already spoiled. i'd just like some private time with u.
SNGWRTRJC: YES! More than anything.
IMNOTPUFU: we'll have half an hour soon. :)
SNGWRTRJC: Thats not what I meant, but I'll take what I can get.
IMNOTPUFU: i'll make sure u get your money's worth.
SNGWRTRJC: You always do.
*****
<smack!> "Lance, dude, wake up. We're here."
Startled awake by the whap of Joey's magazine against his head, Lance groans; his back aches and his neck is stiff, and when his eyes focus he sees why: He'd fallen asleep at his laptop. He doesn't even remember when, but it must have been hours ago because the bus is parked in front of the hotel. He sees that sometime during the night someone shut down his machine, and he smiles as he recalls his "conversation" with JC. JC--he's going to see JC in a few minutes. The anticipation helps clear the fog from his mind as he gathers his stuff and heads down the stairs.
"Chris! Don't!"
The words aren't enough to awaken JC, but the ice-cold water tricking over his face is. He jerks upright, almost dropping the still-connected computer from his lap. He stares, confused, at the screen for a moment, till the last few lines make sense.
IMNOTPUFU: josh?
IMNOTPUFU: u still there?
IMNOTPUFU: good night.
JC smiles wryly at the screen, then logs off.
"C'mon, C," Justin urges. You can go back to sleep inside."
"Don't we have an interview?"
"Nah, they bumped that up till noon. We've got hours."
Hours? JC jumps up and grabs his stuff, following Justin eagerly.
Lance hides behind the front of the bus, out of view of the windshield, and waits until he hears JC sleepily humming his way down the steps. When he sees the back of his boyfriend's head, he approaches quietly from behind, leaving hardly any space between their bodies.
JC looks eagerly around for Lance, wondering if he's been dragged inside already.
Containing the fit of giggles threatening to erupt, Lance ducks each time JC turns his head. He matches the older boy step for step as they enter the hotel.
"Hey, Joey, you seen Lance?" JC asks of the nearest band mate.
"Uh, no, JC. He must have gone up already or something."
JC sighs and heads for the elevator.
As they near the elevator, Lance turns and winks at Joey, who is doubled over laughing. As soon as the doors open and it's clear the elevator is empty, Lance shoves JC inside and hits the button that closes the doors.
"Wha--" JC sputters as he catches his balance. "THERE you are."
"Told you I'd wake you up." Lance reaches behind and pushes the "stop" button, then pushes JC up against the far wall.
"I'm awake. All of me."
Lance reaches between JC's legs. "Not quite. Not yet." He presses his lips to JC's, hungry for the contact.
JC returns the kiss with equal ardor, parting his lips and reaching out with his tongue almost before Lance's lips touch his. His hands slide down Lance's back to grab his butt, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling Lance even closer.
Lance moans into the kiss, and as his tongue explores JC's mouth as though they haven't kissed in weeks instead of hours, his hands tug eagerly at JC's shirt, pulling it away from his waist and slipping underneath to the warm flesh of JC's tight abs.
JC breaks the kiss to devour Lance's sensitive neck. He's not quite sure how he did it, but the next thing he knows, he's tossing Lance's shirt on the floor and running his hands all over the smooth skin.
Lance presses close to JC, so close he just manages to lift JC's shirt up so he can enjoy the skin-on-skin sensation that is so arousing to him. JC's shirt quickly joins Lance's on the floor, and Lance covers JC's mouth with his own just as quickly.
JC's nimble fingers find the button of Lance's jeans, dealing with it, then the zipper swiftly. He can feel the heat of Lance's erection through the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs, and he rubs his fingers along the hard flesh.
Lance's mouth moves across JC's face and down, and soon finds the soft spot between JC's neck and shoulder. His hands urgently grope JC's toned chest, and when his fingers brush against a tight, hard nipple, he gives it a gentle pinch.
JC works Lance's jeans over his hips and lets them drop. The boxer-briefs soon follow and JC's hand surrounds the hot hardness.
Burying his face in JC's shoulder, Lance moves against the hand holding him. He slides his hands between JC's back and the wall, and they travel over the curve of JC's lower back to the swell of his ass, which Lance squeezes with all the need he's feeling at this very moment.
JC wraps his arm around Lance's waist and spins them around so Lance is pressed against the wall. He kisses his way down Lance's chest until he is kneeling in front of Lance, his hot breath panting over Lance's erection. "Oh . . . my . . . gosh . . . JC," Lance practically screams, shutting his eyes and caressing JC's head.
JC smiles, then lets his tongue play over Lance's erection. He pauses, then blows on the wet swatch his tongue has left. He repeats the action, each time covering more of Lance's hardness with his warm, wet tongue.
Lance presses his back against the cold wall, his legs giving out with each delicious touch of JC's tongue.
JC wraps his strong arms around Lance's thighs, supporting him against the wall as he finally takes Lance into his mouth, moving slowly down the shaft until he can take no more in.
Lance cranes his neck as far as it will go as his eyes roll up into his head. Ecstasy. That's the only word that comes to mind, or would come to mind if he could formulate coherent thoughts. He practically melts in JC's arms, and if JC wasn't holding him he would melt right into the floor.
JC's mouth moves over Lance, licking, sucking, caressing. He can feel the trembling in Lance's legs and tightens his hold.
"Josh," Lance moans, as he feels himself nearing climax. The warmth surrounding his erection is too much to bear, and Lance thrusts into JC's mouth as his orgasm tears through him.
JC continues to hold Lance steady as he comes, only loosening his grip when he senses that Lance can again support himself.
"Hey, I'm supposed to be the one waking you up," Lance says, when he can finally speak.
"I'm awake. Believe me, I'm awake" JC looks up at his boy with a grin. "You're complaining?"
"Do I look like I'm complaining? But JC, I want you. I want you inside me. Now. And I have a feeling," he says slyly, reaching down to JC's prominent bulge, "that you do too."
"You get that feeling, do you? I think you better check more thoroughly. You can't really tell through all that fabric."
JC has barely finished the sentence when Lance flicks open the button on JC's pants, slides down the zipper, and slips his hand inside. "I think you're getting there," he growls, pressing his palm against the trapped organ and rubbing firmly.
"You keep doing that and I'll be ready for anything."
Lance yanks down JC's pants in one swift motion and brings his hands back to the heated erection. He wraps his hand firmly around the thick organ and brings his mouth to JC's, tasting his own essence mixed with JC's delicious flavor.
JC presses his length up against Lance, thrusting hard into Lance's strong hand. His kiss is passionate, hungry, loving all at once.
Lance begins long, steady strokes; the heat from JC's erection sets his whole body on fire.
JC pulls away from Lance, bending to reach into the outer pocket of his duffle bag. He pulls out a tube of lubricant and spreads some on his own erection and on his fingers. Then he turns Lance to the wall and presses up against him again. His fingers move between Lance's legs and tease at the small, tight opening.
Tightly gripping the railing midway up the elevator wall, Lance pushes back against JC's fingers, desperate to be filled. "Please, Josh," he begs.
"What, baby?" JC says teasingly, but even as he speaks, he's pushing his aching erection into Lance's heat. "Ohhhhh, that, Josh. THAT." Lance rests his forehead against the cool, smooth surface of the wall and meets JC's thrust. He sets himself, wincing at his own tightness. Has it really been that long? It feels like forever since they made love. There was no way Lance was going to wait any longer.
After the initial penetration, JC slows down, easing himself in, giving Lance time to adjust. He nuzzles against Lance's neck, kissing it over and over and reaches around to grasp Lance's again stiff erection. Lance bites his lip to keep from crying out; between the kisses, the touches, the heat filling him Lance can't remember ever feeling this aroused. But he knows he thinks that every time he's with JC, and he smiles, catching their reflection in the shiny surface of the dimly lit elevator. He looks away, concentrating only on JC, HIS JC.
JC's mouth moves up to Lance's ear, and he whispers, hotly, "I need this, I need YOU so much." He traces the whorls of Lance's ear with his tongue as he pushes deeper into his lover, groaning at the sensation.
Grunting softly, Lance rocks slowly, taking JC in as far as he can. "I want you so much it hurts."
JC intensifies his grip on Lance's erection, stroking just the way he knows Lance likes best. "I don't want it to hurt. I want it to feel good," he rasps.
"It does--believe me it does. SO good." To emphasize, Lance pushes back as much as JC will allow, then reaches behind with one hand to the back of JC's neck, needing to touch his lover.
"SO good," JC echoes, as his thrusts become greedier, more demanding. Lance whimpers at the increased tempo, the pressure inside him building up. He stares down at the hand holding him, panting in time to JC's strokes and thrusts. He grits his teeth as he feels himself nearing climax, sweat pouring from his brow . . .
JC can hold back no longer and he explodes into Lance, groaning out his name in a sound muffled against Lance's shoulder. His hand continues its insistent rhythm on Lance's hardness as he gasps out his pleasure, his love.
Lance falls against the wall, a soft growl erupting in his throat as he finds his release in JC's very capable hands. It's a perfect moment; the two boys joined together in pure ecstasy until, exhausted, they collapse to the floor. Lance sees the sweaty streak left by his hand and smiles. "NOW I think I need some sleep," he says, leaning against JC.
"We can do that."
"One problem, babe."
JC brushes Lance's sweat-dampened hair back from his face. "What?"
"We don't have the room key."