| Oh, how I love those leather pants. They fit you in places that I stare at all day. That I want to stare at all day... but that gives me a hard-on so quickly that I might poke an eyes out if someone(like you, maybe? Hopefully?) is in the right position. Oh, God, Lance, I wanted you for so long. Even the first day we met, I wanted you. Sure, the others made fun of you because you were a little girly, even to the point of asking you where you buy your makeup. But to me, you ain't a girl. Fuck no, you're more of a man than the other guys. Hell, you can beat JC up like nothing. And you can ignore Chris's dumbass comments. And you don't even mind about Joey's "libido" and him flirting with you. And that can fuck things up mentally, dude. I liked the fact that we grew up together. It sounds corny, yeah, but I'm glad I got to know ya. We're the youngest, the "babies" and you seem more mature than the rest of the guys. Maybe that's why I'm attracted to you, Lance...why not go by James? I love that name... Anyway, because we're the youngest and that we're so close and that... I watch you in your sleep, I watch you when we rehearse, I watch you when we change. God, I just watch ya. You're beautiful to me. You are just fucking beautiful to me, Justin Timberlake. And maybe you'll notice that. Someday. Someday you'll notice me. Someday, you'll notice me in that way. As more than just a friend. Hopefully, you'll see me as a lover. But until that day comes, I'll remain as Justin, your friend. Soon, it'll be Justin, your boyfriend. It is wishful thinking, Lance. I can't help it. God, those pants turn me on. "Hey Lance...the girls would love it if you'd wear those things a little more often, ya know." I point to your leather pants. And I giggle as your face turns a deep shade of red. BACK |