Justin Meets a Coffee Guy (M/M, Celeb, Oral, Anal)

**Disclaimer: This story is mature audiences only. That means you must be of legal age in your jurisdiction to read this story. If you are in the United States that means it is going to be 18, but 21 in certain areas. In addition, I do not know any of the famous people listed in this story. I have not a clue what their sexuality is. No events mentioned in this story are real; they are just the fantasy of the lead character. All comments can be sent to Hotmail**

Tyler woke up realizing that he was wearing wet boxers again! "Damn it," he cursed. "I'm 19 years old for God's sake! I not suppose to have wet dreams anymore." Tyler got up and changed his boxers and sheets for the 10th straight night. It had all started two weeks ago when he got a call around 2:45am. He had answered it and the voice asked for Lance. Tyler told the guy that he must have the wrong number. The guy quickly apologized and hung up. Tyler thought nothing of it, but he had a nagging feeling he knew the voice from somewhere.

The next morning Tyler had checked his Caller ID and his jaw hit the floor. It read 'Timberlake, J'. The voice he heard was Justin from *Nsync. He got up to get dressed to go to the gym but noticed morning erection would not go down. He decided that he would say forget the gym today. He had a secret love of men and a bulge just would not help hide it around his friends.

He flipped the radio on and started listening as he sorted his laundry. The song 'Bye Bye Bye' started playing and he listened attentively. He was not really in to boy bands before, but for some reason it had caught his ear that day. He noticed that any slack in hi erection had left and he had a flagpole in his shorts stretching his boxers and sweats way out in front. After an hour or two, things started to settle down a little bit and he was able to get ready for work; everything was back to normal for the time being.

He got home as the telephone started ringing. He grabbed it and he heard that voice again. "Hello?" Tyler asked

"Yes, this is the person that woke you up last night by mistake," the voice said. "I just wanted to apologize again for calling so late."

"That's okay," replied Tyler, "it happens. I thank you for calling and expressing your true remorse."

"I know it's not necessary but would you like tickets to the next show, because I'm with the group," Justin started to say before Tyler cut him off mid-sentence.

"I know who you are and your right, but," Tyler explained before Justin cut him off.

"So that's a yes," asked Justin.

"Sure," replied Tyler. "I'd love to."

"Great," exclaimed Justin. "I'll have the tickets for you at the will call window for you tomorrow. We're playing the Tacoma Dome @ 7:30 pm."

"I can't wait," said Tyler. "Thanks!"

"Okay, bye," started Justin before he realized he forgot to get the name for the tickets. "Oh wait, what is your name? I need them for the tickets."

"Tyler, Tyler Smith"

"Okay Tyler, enjoy the show! Bye."

"Bye!"

Tyler hung up the phone and hit the floor. In the span of like 10 minutes, he had gotten tickets to see a sold out concert of a band he had not liked even a week ago. In addition, he did not even know why he agreed to go!

Lance stared at Justin for about 20 minutes before questioning him. "What did you do Justin? Do you really think that you are going to be able to just call someone by mistake and find a lover or something? Lance stormed off before Justin could answer.

Tyler got ready for the concert and arrived a little earlier then he expected to, so he took his time going over to will call to pick up the ticket he was promised. He got there and the woman in the booth gave him his ticket and winked at him. He shook it off and then stared at the ticket as he almost pissed himself right there. 'Section 1 Row 1 Seat 35' He was front row center in the VIP section of a concert that about 25,000 teen girls were attending. He wondered if he should get wrong numbers more often!

The concert was going well, until Tearin' Up My Heart started playing. All of a sudden, Justin stopped the song and wanted to point out his special guest for the night. The entire arena screamed and clapped for him as the spot light shown down on him. He restarted the song and the concert finished as planned. At the end of the show, a guard pulled him aside and asked him to please follow him. Tyler wondered if he had done anything wrong, but followed the guard to a small room backstage not too far from where the dressing rooms would have been. He was left there for about 10 minutes before someone else came in the room.

When the door opened, he saw it was Justin coming in to the room. As he closed the door, he greeted Tyler. "Tyler, I'm so glad you could make it."

"So am I," Tyler replied. "I thought the concert was great if you don't count the introduction to the whole place."

"I know I spooked you with that, but I had to see you and I knew that if I mentioned someone in the audience, that they would shine a spot down on you."

"That's fine, I guess. It does sound like a great way to get that accomplished. So why did you ask me back here?"

"I have not come out to the world, but...well I'm bisexual," exclaimed Justin.

"What?"

"I know, I had no right to ask you back to stare some more," Justin started to ramble before Tyler cut him off.

"That's so fucking cool, excuse my language please."

"Your excused, but it's okay?"

"I'm gay, so yea it is," Tyler blurted out as if it was nothing.

"Oh my God, hot and gay...the lord loves me!"

They continued to talk about life for about 45 minutes before the management types drug Justin out. "Here's my personal cell number, call me anytime!" Tyler took the number and went home. The next day was like any other day, he went to the gym, and then went to work. At no time did he realize that he held the heart of a pop star in the palm of his hand.

Justin got back to the bus and the band was just starting a meeting about him. As he walked in, he heard Joey talking. "What are we going to do about Justin? He's taking too big of a chance with this guy we met on the phone."

"Well just don’t fire me please," Justin answered as he shut the door.

"So what precautions have you used?" asked Chris.

"Well…um…I guess I will have to take some then," Justin started to joke.

"That's not good enough," Lance started, "we need to make sure that no bad press occurs because of tonight. What are we going to tell people he was your guest for?"

"I'll say I met him at one of the coffee bars he works for and he was nice to me in my time of need for a double-tall mocha, so I granted him a wish of being able to see our show."

"That just might work, but be really careful not to let out that you like lattes better then mochas," joked JC.

About four days after his night with Justin, a package came for him via UPS for him. Inside was just a ton of different things: a tour jacket, a signed photo of the group and then a sealed box at he bottom. Inside that box were a cell phone and a group of Ziploc bags. Wrapped about the phone was note from Justin. "You didn't call me so I figured I'd send you a phone so we can stay in touch. Enjoy the 'freshly bagged' clothes and when you get to the black bag, could you leaver it 'installed' until we can meet again?"

Tyler started opening the bags and they were Justin's clothes that were worn on stage. Since they seemed to be packed fresh, they were still damp from his sweat and smelled of his body. Tyler's cock shot up in response to inhaling the wonderful musk. At the bottom of the inner box was the promised black bag, so he opened it. Inside was a wallet, a large sized anal plug, and a tube of lubricant. In the wallet was a huge wad of cash, a ticket to the next *Nsync concert in Austin, TX, and a standby airplane reservation. He also found a note around the plug. "I hope you can make it to the next show, because I want you so bad. Hopefully there is enough cash for a hot outfit, and remember to use the other items in the black bag!"

Tyler tried on some of the clothes, but they were just a little to tight. Then he pulled out the lubricant and prepared the plug. As he placed it in, he immediately shot his load everywhere. He tried to walk over to get a towel but the plug was just too tight for him to be able to wear it and breathe. He slid it out and figured he would just put it back in before Justin met him backstage in Austin.

He decided to pick up the cell phone and called the only number programmed in to the address book. Justin answered and was delighted to hear from him.

"Hey hot stuff," Justin greeted him.

"Okay sure," Tyler retorted. "But I can't wear the plug. It's just too tight!"

"I'm sorry baby," Justin started, "I didn't know it wouldn't fit right. I would have sent my smaller one that I used on stage. I guess I just didn't want anyone else having you before me."

"The one on stage, oh never mind! I would never let that happen. I'm 1 guy type of person."

"Okay Ty, I believe you. See you in Austin?"

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, talk to you later?"

"Okay. I love you!"

Tyler froze for a moment. He had not even thought about love yet. "I love you, too. Bye!" Not knowing what made him say that he worried that he might regret it someday.

"Bye my love." Justin hung up leaving Tyler confused.

That night Tyler woke up at 4 am all wet. It did not take him long to figure out he had dreamt about Justin and ended up having nocturnal emission. He got up and changed the sheets and his boxers and then tried in vein to get back to sleep. It was no use though; he knew he was starting to fall for Justin.

Justin walked in to work at Starbucks Corporate Headquarters in Seattle about 9 o'clock, 3 hours earlier then normal because of skipping the gym that day, and went to talk to his boss. He explained that being the regional personal director should be a person that traveled around and was more in tune with his employees. The boss agreed and got the paperwork started to have Seattle be his home base, but his duties would be through out the entire region he managed. Thinking fast, Tyler offered to take on the open Mid-West position too so that he could travel more freely without having people wonder way he was in Texas, when he managed on the West coast. His boss made sure he wanted to do that and Tyler said he was.

Later that day, his new customized company laptop arrived at his almost packed up office.

It was the latest model from HP with a Mobile P4, 512 MB of ram, 100 GB hard drive, and a satellite card so he could connect to the corporate network from anywhere. He was impressed and started transferring all his old files over to it. He also requested the files from the 10 new states he had to manage.

He went home and started to get ready for his first 'business' trip to Texas. He packed lightly knowing that he didn't want to lug a huge bag around the country, and he could buy almost anything he needed. He did stop by his favorite adult entertainment store, Amore on the Boulevard, to pick up a slightly smaller and more comfortable anal plug. He knew he would have to wear it for like 5 hours that day so he needed something that he could move in without having his ass bleed afterward.

As the plane took off, Tyler looked around him in first class and began to think about what he now had in his life. A 75k per month job, control over about 15,000 employees both regions combined, had the more desired man on earth wrapped around his finger, and he was just going to turn 21 in a little more then three months. Life was starting to get good.

The Austin concert was much better then the Tacoma concert because now he knew all the song a little more affluently. He also was getting looks from Justin on stage that drove him wild with passion. He knew now that Justin really did care for him. After the show, he was ready for the guard to show him to the meeting room, but instead he was lead to a waiting limo that was going to take him to his room at the hotel. He checked in and found out that not only was he on Justin's floor, but had the adjoining room!

He knocked on the door and it opened to expose Justin on the bed waiting for Tyler to arrive. They both got hard almost immediately from seeing each other up close. "Baby, I missed you so bad," Justin started, "did you enjoy the show?"

"I loved it," Tyler answered. "Now I even know some of the songs!"

Justin laughed. "Did you see me singing the most romantic parts right to you?"

"I loved every word," replied Tyler. "Oh, you'll love what I picked up before leaving Seattle." Tyler proceeded to pull down his pants and flash his new plug towards Justin.

"I thought you said the one I sent was too big," questioned Justin.

"It was, but the new one I bought is more properly sized to me for daily life," explained Tyler.

"The things you do for me," Justin said trying to make it sound as if he was weeping.

Tyler reached over and pulled Justin in to a deep kiss. They started exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, deeper and deeper. Tyler went to reach for Justin's pants, but Justin stopped him. "Not tonight; let's take it slow." Tyler nodded and they went back to kissing. A little while later, Tyler came over with the black bag in his hand.

"If I am going to wear a plug, then so are you," exclaimed Tyler.

"I do wear a plug all the time, see," Justin said as he flashed his butt toward Tyler.

"And I wanted to shove this monster in there too," Tyler said sadly.

"Okay then, you can," Justin quickly replied as he took his small stage plug out. "Give it to me baby!" Justin lifted his cute bubble butt up high in the air as Tyler prepped the plug for it's new home. As he placed it almost half way in, Justin came hard in to his sheets. The slight pain turned to moans of ecstasy as Tyler finished placing the plug in to Justin's ass.

They went off in to Tyler's room to sleep and drifted off within minutes in each other's arms. The next morning Tyler realized that he had another wet dream and that the sheets were as wet as Justin's were last night. He decided to ignore it and went back to sleep.

This pattern continued for another week before Justin had enough. He and the band would go to the next show and Tyler would then fly in to see it and then spend the night with Justin. However, on the tenth morning, Justin confronted Tyler.

"Baby, I am tired of being woke up early every morning by your cursing. You need to get that bed-wetting problem solved. Maybe you should go out and buy some Depends or something."

"I just do not think so, babe," Tyler said as he slugged Justin. "But I will see a doctor as soon as I can find a good urologist."

Tyler took a concert off and went to see an urologist in Seattle. During the whole appointment, Tyler was asked all kinds of probing questions about how often he pissed, if he masturbated frequently, and if he had any penal dysfunction lately. Then he was instructed to sit in small room while the doctor read the results from his sperm sample. In about 15 minutes came in with his conclusion. "Your in love," the doctor said flatly.

"That's it," Tyler began to question, "there is nothing I can do about it."

"I didn't say that," the doctor retorted, "take one of these pills everyday for a week. Then, one every morning you have a nocturnal emission."

"That will stop it," Tyler questioned.

"Well, for now it will." The doctor began to explain. "However, you need to get a way to reduce the amount of sexual stress you have. If you do not get a good release routine going, nothing will keep it from coming back every morning. Do you have a lover?"

"I…um, well…I," Tyler began to stammer.

"Hold it right there," the doctor ordered. "Since I can tell that is a yes, do you have sex often?"

"No we do not," Tyler began. "My lover and I haven't reached that point in our relationship."

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it," the doctor patronized. "I want you to write down some of the sexual things you dream about every morning you remember the dreams. They will help you understand if your mind is saying to go for it."

Thank you, you've been a big help," Tyler said as he shook his hand.

When he got to the next concert date, he met Justin afterward in their hotel room and he told him that the doctor said that all he had to do is take these pills for a week and try to get more a sexual release schedule going. Justin was so happy for him and they then got ready for bed as usual. In the morning, Tyler realized that the pill had done its job and he was dry. He also recalled part of his dream; he was onstage singing, but it was Justin voice he heard coming out of his mouth.

"I know what I keep dreaming," Tyler started to explain when Justin got up. "I'm dreaming of being on-stage as you!"

"I know I'm envied, but why," Justin questioned.

"I have to admit that my entire life I have wanted to be someone rich, famous and powerful," Tyler started to explain. "I have the first and the last doing my job for Starbucks, but I'm not famous to anyone but you! Not to mention you just happen to be almost as popular as Jesus Christ, Buddha, and Mohammad put together."

"Awe, you flatter me so much," said Justin as he hugged Tyler. "But what do we do about it?"

"I have an idea for that too," stated Tyler as he started to explain his plan.

After like 4 hours or talking and planning, they decided that Tyler should start to learn all the dance steps and all the songs. Tyler, being very bright, already had started to memorize Justin's every move, so getting the rest down was simple. The hard part was to find a way to get on the dance team and perform because the two had decided that if he could not 'be' Justin, then he should be next to Justin on stage.

A month passes and now Tyler has learned the moves as well, if not better, then the chorographer. In addition, he knows all the songs and helps Justin practice his timing and interaction with the rest of the band and all the dancers. On Tyler's 20th birthday, Justin pulled some strings and set it up so that Tyler can take the place of the lead dancer for 'I Drive Myself Crazy'. That night at the concert in Reno, Justin stops everything and announces that he would like to have Tyler come up on stage. "You have been a great friend to me and the rest of the band. Therefore, we decided to show off your talent. Our normal lead dancer has offered to sit this one out and let you dance in his place for just this song." Tyler just stood on stage flabbergasted. "Well, are you ready or what? These people came to see a show and you're holding us up."

"It's a dream come true," Tyler squealed as soon as he could talk.

Tyler was flawless, hitting every step with ease. When the song was over, Justin asked the crowd if Tyler should be doing this more often. The crowd agreed with Justin that he should, but Tyler declined saying that it was the scariest thing he had ever done, ever! All Justin could do was laugh as Tyler went back to his seat.

That night when Justin and Tyler met up in the hotel room, it was pure magic. As soon as they got there, they started kissing on each other. After about an hour of kissing and cuddling on the couch, they moved in to the bedroom area and got ready for bed. Everything was going as it usually did except that Tyler knew that it was time for more.

"Hey Justin," Tyler whispered.

"Yea baby," Justin replied.

"Isn't the next stop LA," Tyler queried.

"I think so, why," asked Justin.

"No reason, but I have a feeling we will remember LA for a long time," Tyler hinted and then kissed Justin before he could question him. "Night!" Tyler rolled over and went to sleep.

The next few days were murder for both of them. Justin had to do four radio interviews and two late night appearances while Tyler had numerous staff meetings to attend. A week after the show in Reno, they flew in to LA and Tyler's plan began to unfold. He had called a friend there and had him order two rings with the inscription 'To my friend and companion, I will always love you'. The rings were platinum with a medium thickness, and etched with a diamond pattern that way no one would suspect it was a ring from a gay lover. While Justin and the band were at sound check, he got their room at the hotel and made sure he got the honeymoon suite. He had them fill it with flowers and champagne, and then called up security at the arena to make sure he could surprise Justin with the ring before the show.

About a half hour before the show, Tyler slipped in the staging area and grabbed Justin from behind. Justin whipped around and started to kiss Tyler as soon as he realized who it was. "I have present for you, and I know you are going to love it!"

"If it's from you, you can count on it," Justin replied eagerly wanting to know what it is.

"Close your eyes," Tyler told Justin. When he had, he took the ring and slid it on his hand. "Keep them closed mister," he scolded Justin as he tried to peak. He got down on his knee and uttered the carefully planed words. "Justin, you have become my everything! I want to know if you will fly to Vermont tomorrow morning and marry me."

Every jaw in the room hit the floor as Justin started crying. He then looked down at the ring and fell to his knees. He worked to get himself up as Joey went out to try to get their show postponed for another half hour. He came back and told them he could only manage an extra fifteen minutes. They got Justin off the floor and cleaned up. Lance and JC told Tyler to wait there and they would all have a talk with him after the show. The band went out and they had a great concert.

When the band came back, they shut the door and began to yell at Tyler.

"What in the fuck were you thinking," screamed Lance.

Then Joey and JC added things such as "Are you stoned or just stupid?" and "You had no right to jeopardize the concert like that."

"I'm sorry, but I just couldn't wait until it was just Justin and me. I was selfish and I am truly sorry," Tyler whimpered out, while glared at by everyone but Justin. He just sat back and cried again. Then a small voice spoke up.

"Guys, I have made my decision," Justin stated. "I'm going to Vermont tomorrow if it kills me!"

"You can't be serious Justin! Do you know what management would do to you," asked Lance.

"Management will be doing nothing," Tyler answered for Justin. "I have talked to them already. They understand that if they don't allow this, then I along with Justin, I hope, will sue them, and anyone else involved, for about one hundred million dollars."

"What did they do? Give you their blessing," asked Chris.

"Actually, they said, and I quote, 'Then we feel that the union of Justin and yourself is going to be allowed if not encouraged for the betterment of the group and it's members.' So, yes Chris they did," finished Tyler.

Justin got up and kissed Tyler; they headed off to the hotel and Tyler's next surprise…

When Justin saw what Tyler had gotten he started to cry. He could not speak for like an hour before he got ready to join Tyler in bed. "Have I told you that I love you recently," he asked Tyler.

"Yes," Tyler answered, "but I love to hear it still. I wish we didn't have to hide it from the world though."

"Someday they'll understand," Justin reassured Tyler, "someday, but I guess until then no wedding."

Tyler reluctantly agreed and they fell asleep in each other's arms and did not wake until Lance almost pounded down the door. Tyler opened it and then he started crying.

"Lance, what's wrong," Tyler asked him.

"It's just so beautiful," Lance answered still sobbing. "I wish I could find someone to do this for me."

"You will Lance," he assured him, "you will."

At that moment, Justin came out and noticed Lance was crying. "What did you do Tyler?"

"Tyler did not do anything wrong Justin," Lance said in Tyler's defense. "I was struck by what he did for you, that's all!"

Lance got Justin ready to go out and have some lunch while Tyler finished packing for a trip up to San Francisco for a meeting. They said their goodbyes with Tyler telling them that he would see them at their last tour stop before going to Europe.

Tyler's meeting was boring at best, and he hopped on the first flight he could down to San Diego so he could see Justin before they flew to Europe for a month. Justin had set up the room this time, but he only got the plain style. Tyler did not mind, anything was perfect as long as he had his lover there.

Tyler did not get there until after the show and Justin met him at the hotel. "I was thinking," Justin started when they got to the room. "If we're to be married, shouldn't we at least, um, you know."

"I don't know," Tyler started trying to make it sound like he did not want to.

"I guess you're right, we shouldn't," Justin said very unhappily.

"So are we going to or what," Tyler asked as Justin saw all of Tyler's clothes on the floor.

Justin attacked Tyler and they kissed for a while before Justin pulled out a condom and some lube. He got himself ready and then worked on loosening up Tyler a little so he would not hurt him. After an hour and many screams of ecstasy, from both men, they fell asleep with Tyler still wearing his condom in Justin's ass.

The wake up call set for 10 am got them both up and they showered together. They spent the next three hours before Justin had to leave kissing and telling each other how much they were going to miss each other. When the time came, the band had to drag Justin on to the plane and tries to keep Tyler off. Tyler wept as he watched the plane take off for London. He knew he had to find a reason to get to Justin as soon as possible.

Tyler spent a few days having meetings around Portland and Seattle. He called and talked to Justin as much as possible, but he missed him so much already. He finally had gone back to his apartment, and the place was dusty and lonely. He cleaned everything to keep busy. Then he got caught up on his mail, which by now was overflowing out of three mail crates.

He got down to the last crate and opened a legal size yellow envelope. It was papers from someone he had owed his life to when he was younger. He had been born with Idiopathic aplastic anemia and had to have a bone marrow transplant. He read them and he started to cry. It seems that the man had died and requested in his will that Tyler be tested for type 1 diabetes and HIV. It farther explained that at the time of the transplant, no one was searching for or understood HIV and AIDS.

Tyler got himself together and went to his doctor. He told him about the papers and the doctor agreed that they needed to be checked. Tyler had two vials of blood drawn and an instant blood glucose check done. The blood glucose was normal, which made Tyler happy, but he would have to wait a week before he would know the results of the HIV test. He went home and he had a message from Justin asking how he was doing. Tyler called him and they talked for a while, but he left out all the parts about the letter. He didn't want to worry Justin.

A week later, he went in and got the results. "Well Tyler, I have good news and I have bad news," the doctor started. "The good being that we ran every test we could run and 99% of them came back normal to excellent. We found low cholesterol, no anemia, and no signs of diabetic damage. The bad is that you have a massive count of damaged t-cells. Therefore, you are HIV positive with high chance of bacterial infection. I recommend that you have any sexual partners checked for the virus immediately."

Tyler broke down right there. He started crying and did not stop until a nurse injected a powerful sedative so he would sleep. He woke up the next day in the hospital. The attending nurse explained what happened and he started crying again, but this time he didn't totally loose it. Within a few days, they let him go home and he found that Justin had gone nuts because he couldn't find Tyler.

"Baby, I'm sorry I didn't call," Tyler began as he begged for forgiveness," I was hospitalized for a few days."

"Are you alright," Justin queried.

"No, I'm not alright," answered Tyler. "Where are you guys going to be tomorrow, I'm flying to you!"

"Hold on," Justin answered as he looked at the band's schedule. "We'll be in Paris for the next three days."

"Good, I'll see you as soon as I can." Tyler hung up before Justin could say he loved him.

"What's wrong Just," lance asked him after Justin got off the phone.

"Tyler was hospitalized and he said he's flying here ASAP," Justin answered.

Justin left the room and got ready for Tyler to get there. Twenty hours later Tyler arrived in Paris with the band and their security meeting him at the gate. They went back to the hotel and Tyler and Justin went up to Justin room.

"You look fine, so what's wrong," Justin asked Tyler.

"It's a long story, but here goes," Tyler answered Justin. "I was born with Idiopathic aplastic anemia. I had to have a bone marrow transplant from a stranger. I get a letter last week from his attorney stating that I was required to be tested for type 1 diabetes and HIV because John has just died from AIDS. I get the results back a few days ago and I came back positive. I freaked and they had to hospitalize me until I calmed down. Now I need to contact everyone I have had sex with, i.e. Justin Timberlake, and have them get tested."

"Oh," Justin managed to stutter out after a few minutes of shock. "I'll call the band physician right now and get the whole band tested just as a precaution. I do not remember if I ever cut myself or if anyone could have been exposed to my blood." Justin laid down and started to cry. He still managed to eek out "Was I really the only one?"

"Justin, yes you are the only one," Tyler started trying not to cry along with Justin, "I made a commitment to myself that I would only make love with someone special to me. You are my someone, and we will get through this...together."

They hugged and cried together for about an hour. Joey and Lance interrupted them.

"I knew that they would be having sex," Lance shot out before he really saw that they were crying.

"No Lance," Tyler said, "we are having a powerful moment here. Since you guys interrupted us, I need you to get everyone in here for a talk."

"Are you sure you want to tell them just like that," Justin asked still sobbing.

"I need to do this now, for all of our sake," Tyler answered.

A few minutes later JC and Chris joined them and Tyler got ready to spill his heart and soul to them.

"I have to tell you something really bad, so could you all sit down," Tyler started while trying to be serious. "It's a long story, but it is very important. When I was a child, I had Idiopathic aplastic anemia that was treated with a bone marrow transplant. The donor, who I became friends with, died about 2 weeks ago. In his will, I was required to be tested for a few diseases he died from because they may have been passed along with his marrow. I got the results a few days ago. It also is the reason I dropped off the planet for a while; I was in the mental ward of a hospital. I tested positive for HIV. It is progressed a little, but it isn't considered AIDS yet." The jaws in the room all sank. "I had to come here and tell my one and only lover that he needed to be tested. We did use a condom, but we still need to be on the safe side. Also, your band physician has been contacted and all five of you will be tested tomorrow and six months from now."

"We, um, well we, we, I," Lance started to stutter before breaking down and crying. Tyler looked around and saw everyone was crying for him. That got him crying again.

Out of the sobs came a strained voice. "Does this mean we're breaking up?" Tyler looked at Justin and hugged him.

"Never, there is only one thing that will keep me from you." Tyler said.

"I know," Justin answered.

"I plan on living with this damn disease until I'm 90!" Tyler exclaimed making Justin smile. "However, it's not HIV that will keep me from you. I feel that it will be your management team that will have the problem."

A silent nod circled the room. "Well, can we put a spin on the situation and become living billboards to safe sex," Chris asked breaking the silence. "I mean, put it out there for men and women that they need to careful."

Everyone thought for a moment before agreeing that they should use this experience as a way to become spokespersons for safe sex. Now it would be up to management!

The following day, after the screening for HIV, the five members of *Nsync walked in to the offices of their management company, and prepared to fight to keep Justin and Tyler together, if they could. The meeting went over three hours debating over rules and how everything needed to work, and in the end it was decided that they had no objections to the relationship and that they would become representatives for Durex® brand condoms. They then hopped on the next flight back to Europe to finish that leg of the tour.

The next couple of months went smoother then anyone expected; Tyler stayed healthy, everyone tested negative for HIV at both tests, and they slowly added more and more spots in the media for the importance of safe sex. Then disaster…

It's 14 months after Tyler's test result came back and he was feeling sick. He had a physical, blood cell count, and blood panel run on him. His worst fear had come true; he had the flu. His counts were too low to fight it off quickly enough. He went home to tell Justin.

"Baby, it's bad," Tyler started, "I have the flu, but can't fight it."

"Noooooooo!" Justin screamed some more before he started to cry. "I can't lose you, not now."

"We knew this could happen, I didn't want it so soon though." Tyler began to cry also. "You have made me the happiest dead man walking for the last two years. I only pray for a miracle."

The two men sat and cried in each other's arms before falling asleep. A few hours later Tyler was waken by Justin try to have sex with him.

"What are you doing?" Tyler protested try to free himself from Justin.

"I'd rather die with you then live without you," Justin started to say while sobbing.

"You can't do that," yelled Tyler. "I won't let you; not like this. You don't want to go through what I have been through."

Justin gave in and they hugged and got up to tell the band the news. On the drive over, they were hit head on by an 18-wheeler that ran a red light. They died instantly.

"I loved both of them, Rosie," Lance continued after his long story. "I want everyone to know what happened because even though it wasn't avoidable, we as their friends don't want anyone else in the world to get AIDS. Justin called me before they left, I was the last one to hear my best friend alive." Lance started to cry. "I was looking forward to their visit. I had recently realized that I was gay and wanted to have them help me get through it." Lance finally couldn't speak anymore.

"Lance, I'm always here for you. I know it hurts, but you will be okay." Rosie wished that he would be all right. It was hard enough to want to come out to his friends, but to lose them right before you do smashes the soul.

"Justin," Tyler whined. "Are you should this is the right thing to do. I love you and all, but this seems so cruel."

"I know it is, but you also know that if this works..." Justin paused. "I won't ever lose you to AIDS."

"I know, but he seemed so sad there. I wish we could call him."

Lance went home and slept for a while. He got up and reached over to call Joey at his new house in LA.

"Go away and play with your new boy toy you low life queer!"

"Hello is Joey there?"

"No," the voice on the other end answered.

"Funny joke, who is this?"

"Walid, who wants to know?"

"Lance Bass, I must have the wrong number, oh and I'm still looking for my boy toy."

"I'm sorry, I thought it was my ex-boyfriend Jeremy. Oh my god, did you just say Lance Bass, like the *Nsync Lance Bass?"

"In the flesh...sort of, and it's okay. You want to have a drink sometime?"

**This is the end of part one, I welcome any and all comments at the email address listed in the preface. I already have the rest of the story done, but if the reaction is good, I might continue the story, or write a new one. Thanks for reading my story!**