©Rin August 2002
Summary: Drew deals with Jeff leaving him without any warning.
Archive: Only with permission.
Disclaimer: I don't know any of the members of NSync or 98°. I do not know if any of them are homosexual or otherwise. Besides, if I truly knew this, do you think I would be sitting here writing about them intsead of actively pursuing them?
These stories are dedicated to Kyla and Steph for putting up with me and my odd moments of personal crisis and being there when I needed them, and for the rest of the Royal Drewcrew for being a great group of people that I am glad to call my friends.
"Man, it is roasting in here," Chris said, fanning himself with his hand.
"I heard that bro," Justin said.
Lance wandered off to his dressing room while the others headed outside, hoping to catch some cooler air. Lance wanted to grab his sunglasses before he headed out into the afternoon sun.
Joining the rest of the guys outside, he saw that they rest of the act was showing up. He grinned as he saw them climb off of the bus. Nick, Jeff, and Justin all came off the bus, smiling and waving at the fans, while Drew stepped off and almost tripped. His brother, Nick, caught him at the last moment and stood him back up.
"Drew? You okay man?" Nick asked, worry evident in his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Drew said. He glanced over and saw Lance watching him from the stage door. "I'm perfect."
Lance felt his knees go weak as Drew smiled at him. He immediately headed for the parking area where he knew he would find the limos and their drivers. He knew they were finished rehearsing for the day, so all he had to do was wait.
A few moments later, his wait was rewarded with a pair of groping hands grabbing him from behind and a hungry pair of lips starting to feast on the back of his neck, right where his hairline started. Moaning in pleasure, Lance leaned back into the kiss. He felt hands come around his waist and turn him around slowly while the lips circled his neck.
When he had turned to face the owner of the paor of lips, he smiled into Drew's hazel eyes.
"Hey," Drew said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I missed you."
"Hey, yourself," Lance said. "I want you."
Drew grinned and licked his lips. He leaned up and nibbled at Lance's bottom lip and grinned. "I'm all yours."
"Well, let's see," Lance said, glancing around. He saw the drivers returning from the short break that they had been on. "Let's snag one of the drivers and head for the hotel. What do you say?"
Without giving a reply, Drew grabbed his hand and hauled him toward the nearest car. The driver glanced over at them and smile. "Good afternoon, Mr. Bass, Mr. Lachey. Heading back to the hotel?"
"Yes please," Drew said, climbing in to the open door the man was holding for them.
Once inside of the car, they raised the glass partition and began their feast anew. Wasting no time at all, Lance reached over and groped Drew's crotch, his arousal evident by the hardness beneath Lance's palm. He squeezed gently only to have Drew growl and attack his chest, now naked since Drew had removed Lance's shirt immediately.
Drew latched onto one of Lance's nipples and sucked firmly on it, while playing with the other one. Lance moaned and threw his head back against the seat while he worked the top of Drew's pants open and slid his hand inside. He grabbed Drew and began to stroke him with a slow, almost lazy pace.
Drew moaned and moved over to Lance's other nipple while his hands echoed what Lance was doing to him. Reaching down, he discovered that Lance had already undone his pants. Chuckling, he leaned over and pulled down Lance's underwear and quickly swallowed him. Lance gasped and lifted his hips slightly. Drew rested at the root for a moment, inhaling Lance's scent, musk mixed with a little sharp tang of sweat, evidence of the rehearsal he had just finished.
Beginning to work his mouth up and down the shaft, he raked his tongue across the head, now swollen and leaking precome. Lance was moaning and beginning to move his hips up and down while Drew pulled down his pants the rest of the way. He began to play with Lance's balls and knew he was close when, suddenly, he was being pushed back onto the leather seat.
He looked at Lance to see why he had been stopped, when he saw Lance move to kneel between his legs. Smiling, he reached out and stroked Lance's blonde hair. Lance grinned and began to lick Drew in long teasing strokes. Drew gasped as the blast of cool air from the air conditioner hit his now wet cock, and made it tingle slightly before Lance would begin again.
He reached for Lance only to have him sit back out of his reach and see him pull up his pants. "What are you doing? Why are you...?"
Lance reached over and tugged on Drew's pants. "C'mon, put them back on, you don't want the driver to see you like this do you?"
It was then , while pulling his pants back up, he noticed that they had arrived at the hotel. Looking over at Lance and giving him his well-known, sheepish grin, he softly said, "Oh."
Lance laughed and pulled him out of the now open door and into the dimness of the hotel lobby and headed for the elevator and up to their room.
*&*&*&*&*&*
A sharp burst of pain, quickly followed by a soothing rush of pleasure and the hardness filling him brushed his prostate. He gasped as a soft voice whispered in his ear, sweet sentiments, laced with a few slight vulgarties, all delivered in the smooth tones of a southern gentleman.
Drew felt like he was in heaven. Lance filled him, in a way that no other man had ever done. With him, he felt, complete. Lance pulled him up and back into his arms and he began to thrust into him. "Come on, baby, set the pace for me."
Drew shuddered as Lance whispered in his ear. Moving back against Lance's thrusts he found the rhythm and set the pace for their passion. Lance reached down and began to stroke him each thrust, creating a counter-beat to their rhythm.
Drew began to breathe quicker and picked up his pace and felt Lance follow suit. Lance never once stopped without asking Drew first, he always let him set the tone. Drew laid his head back and felt Lance softly kiss his neck and began to moan.
"I'm close Lance, so close," Drew whispered.
"Let it come, Drew, let it come," Lance said, not missing a beat.
Drew moaned and gasped as his orgasm built and let out a small yell when he came, flowing over Lance's fingers. Moments later, Lance gasped and whispered his name as he felt Lance fill him.
Lance rested back on his legs and pulled Drew back with him, to relax against his chest. Panting, covered in sweat, they kissed softly and froze as they heard the knock at the door. "Lance, Drew, you guys in there," Nick called.
"Yeah, we're here bro," Drew called back.
"I told you guys they snuck back here!" Both of them laughed softly as the heard Nick yell down the hall and walk away from the door. Turning his head slightly, Drew connected with Lance's lips and smiled into the kiss.
"I love you, James."
"And I love you, Andrew."
Fin