I had just come back upstairs when I heard Lance yelling at Justin. Whe he finished I reached for the doorknob. As I turned the knob I heard a much calmer Lance talking. I decided to give them a bit of time to themselves and returned to the kitchen and a very unhappy Nick Carter.

I went to the fridge, got a bottle of water for each of us.

"I have to say, I don't really trust you Carter."

"I..."

"Let me finish, please. I don't trust you but Lance seems to think you will be good for Justin. If you or your friends hurt him. I will hunt you down and make you wish you'd never heard the name Justin Timberlake."

"I swear to you that I have no intention of hurting that amazing man."

"Good," I smile. "So...What eexactly are your intentions towards Justin?"

"Well, I'm hoping we can build a friendship with one another. I haven't really thought about much else. I didn't really think you all would even let me in the door, let alone talk to him."

"So when you were up in the room, what was that crap about a relationship?"

"Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. I find him extremely attracttive and I'd love to call him my boyfriend. I'd love to find the kind of love you and Lance have and I'd be delerious if I found it with him. But I'm not stupid. I know it takes a lot of work, love and patience to get to the level you and Lance are at."

To say the least I was suprised to hear an answer like that. Just as I was about to comment Lance entered the room.

"Lance! What's ...."

"Nick can you go sit with him for a bit, please?"

"Um, sure. You sure he won't try to kill me?"

"No, he's asleep and I really need some time alone with Jayce."

"I'd be more than happy to sit with him."

"Thanks," Lance states. He grabs my hand and drags me upstairs to our room.

"Lance?"

"Jayce, I just need to be with you. I need to feel you. Everybody keeps saying they want the kind of love we have, well I need to feel your love."

"Oh baby," I pull him in close to me and hold him in my arms. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Jayce."

Our lips meet in a gentle exploritory kiss. It had seemed like years since we'd been able to relax and enjoy our time together instead of stealing a kiss or touch here and there.

Lance's hands slid up under my shirt making my skin tingle everywhere he touched.

Our kiss got more and more passionate. I slid my hands down to the hem of his shirt grabbing it, pulling it up and over his head. I pulled away from the kiss and watched my hands move up and down his chest and stomach.

He smiled, "What is it Jayce?"

"I've missed you so much."

"I know exactly what you mean love." He grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head.

We lay down on the bed and just hold one another for a while. Lance lying with his head on my chest, rubbing a finger in a circular pattern around my belly-button.

When his hand moves to my belt a small moan leaves my mouth in anticipation.

He makes short work of my jeans, shoes, socks and boxers. While he's at the end of the bed he removes the rest of his clothing. He crawls slowly back up my body. He reaches into the night stand and pulls ou the lube. He kisses me with a desperation I've never felt before, his hands were running up and down my body. He moved his lips to my neck where he kissed and licked every nook, it seemed that he was trying to memorize every inch of my body.

I was so lost in the sensations that I was startled when I felt the slick lubed finger rub against my ass. Soon the finger entered my body.

"God Lance," I moaned. "Need you so much."

"Soon baby," he purred, as he slid a second finger in.

"Lance please."

He didn't answer, just repositioned his body over me. He entered slowly, allowing me time to adjust to him, then he moved in a slow steady rythum.

Neither of us lasted long. We moaned each others names as we orgasmed. Lance collapsed on me. I wrapped my arms around him and just held him.

"Love you," he mumbled.

"Love you too baby."

"Need a shower."

"We both do, but you gotta get up first, love."

"Don't wanna, gonna stay just like this forever."

"I'd love to spend the rest of my life in this bed with you, but..."

"I know. We can't," Lance grumbled as he rolled off of me and got up.

I got and followed him to the shower. "How long do you think we have before he tries to kill Carter?"

"About another half hour," he smiles.

"Plenty of time for nice hot shower with the most amazing man I've ever known."

I set the water, grab his hand, "Come on, we're on the clock sexy one."

Our shower was brought to an abrupt halt when we heard Justin yelling, "What the hell are you doing here? Where the fuck are Lance and JC? Get the hell out."