Part 9


Lance could smell a secret a mile away. And guessing from the overwhelmingly pervasive odor of this one, it promised to be a beaut and with any luck something to be showcased on a future episode of Jerry Springer.

Gazing at Jc through hooded lids, Lance mulled over what he knew so far. Jc was acting weird. Not a big surprise that was, in and of itself. Jc WAS weird. But mixed in with his everyday oddness, was a new level of strange. He practically glowed with some secret knowledge that had him bouncing around like a damn jack in the box.

Secondly, Justin was also acting weird. Now this was something that caught one's attention. As the newly annointed Sex God for Women (and forward thinking Men, for that matter) Justin had this new persona down to a tee. He never let a ball drop. Until lately that is. Justin had recently developed this habit of staring into space with a dreamy look on his face, or smiling brightly for no apparent reason. It was really fucking annoying, in Lance's mind.

On one of Lance's covert intel gathering missions,( Lance thought this sounded much better, than prying or snooping, ) he had discovered a bunch of kitty treats and toys in the bottom of Justin's carry all. Well that was great that Justin had himself a new pet, but surely that wasn't the reason behind all this new found good cheer, was it?..It just didn't make sense. But Lance was determined. He'd get to the bottom of this. He would.

He thought that now would be a perfect time to uncover' Operation Scoop'..( again in Lance's head, this sounded ever so more tasteful than being nosy and digging into his friends personal business.) He figured that Jc would be a lot easier to approach, since he was a bad liar and unable to think quickly on his feet. And since Justin was again out of town on his tour, Jc wouldn't have the more nimble minded Justin to help bail him out.

" Uh Hey C"

"Mmm, yeah?"

Nothing like getting right to the point and starting a full frontal attack Lance thought.

" So what's got you so damn giddy lately? You act like you just got chosen to ride in the parade as Miss Frozen Treats 2003"

" Uhhh"

That's right, my pretty. Come into my web. Lance chuckled to himself.

" Well uh, see it's Tara. We've really been hitting it off lately and it's making me really happy."

Lance just gawked. That was the best he could do? He had to give Jc credit for trying to look him in the eye and appear sincere. But c'mon. Tara?..Really now. Have you seen that girl's teeth? She looks like she could eat corn through a fence, they were so big. Lance couldn't contain a shudder. He wouldn't let her go down on him even with someone else's dick.

But noticing Jc's tell tale wiggle of discomfort, he decided retreat was the best solution for the moment.

" Well that's great C. Y'all make a cute couple."

" Uhh, yeah. Thanks Man. I uh..gotta go. I have...a thing. Yes a thing" And he practically ran from the room.

Hmm...well isn't this interesting. The plot thickens. But if there was one thing all these years in *Nsync had taught him it was determination. Well that, and how to be a sneaky bastard. He planned to use that second ability to good use. Starting now.

Hearing Jc engaged elsewhere in the house, Lance crept down the hallway to Jc's room. He had to refrain from humming the Pink Panther theme as he opened the door silently and entered the room. Closing the door equally as silent, Lance turned to take in his surroundings.

Everything was tidy in that Jc, 'no I'm not anal, I'm clean way'. Bed was made, clothes were neatly folded and put away. Books were in the bookcase and Cd's were arranged alphabetically. When Lance saw that the Tv remote was actually on TOP of the TV and not hidden so that he'd have to frantically search for it, like every other red blooded male, it cinched it for Lance. Jc was a pod person, and any day now his mother ship would land and come to take him back.

Deciding a quick little investigation was needed before aforementioned alien ship did come to roost, Lance sat on the bed, and pulled open the night table. Okay, night light, cough drops, tissues, condoms and lube....wait up. Hold the train! Condoms and lube? Lance knew that Jc played for both teams as it were, so that wasn't that much of a surprising discovery. But he thought Jc was on another of his self imposed celibacy kicks, where he gave his 'all' to the music. But these items would make one think other wise.

Jc was having sex! Jc was having.... sex. Well great. A mental image he didn't need. He knew on an asthetic level, Jc was a good looking guy and probably could beat 'em off with a stick. But he was also like a brother to Lance and just the thought of Jc fucking someone. Eww. That was like thinking his mother had sex. Ohh double ewww! Lance shook his head. Hell no. His momma does not now, nor ever has had sex. His folks found Stacy and himself in a pumpkin patch and his mother will always remain pure and chaste. End of story.

Almost afraid of what other lurid things he may discover, Lance was still determined to figure out what was up, so he continued. At the back of one of Jc's shelves was a pretty wooden box. Hand crafted with loving care and attention, it seemed to hold some special significance for Jc. Probably full of personal and private things, Lance thought. So of course he opened it.

There nestled safely on a bed of flowered tissue paper, sat a small pair of cat's ears. With a clear box container of what looked like cat's whiskers. A long silky rope of a cat's tail, was curled near the bottom and a pink leather collar lay hidden beneath it.

What the fuck? Jc has....a cat costume. A CAT COSTUME?!?! Okay okay Breathe man. It's probably for....a costume party. Yeah, a costume party. That's it. Nevermind that Lance couldn't think of a single party that Jc or himself were invited to that was costume specific, that was all Lance's brain could grasp at the moment.

Luckily or unluckily for him,depending on your point of view, before his brain could even attempt to take on the significance of what this might really mean, Lance heard Jc loping up the stairs. Shit! Stuffing everything back in the drawer as best he could, Lance scoured the room for a place to hide. While the closet was such an obvious choice, it seemed to be the only choice, so Lance ran. And hid. In the closet. He couldn't help hearing Chris's voice in his head laughing at Lance's 'hiding in the closet' Ah ha. Subtle Chris. Real subtle. He wasn't able to get into a real arguement with the Chris in his head, because hey. Jc in the room now. Turning on low music and looking like he was planning on being there awhile.

Lance sat back and tried to get as comfortable as possible while sitting on a pile of shoes. He tried to think positively. Well, sitting here in the dark, is not the most fun he's ever had, for sure, but maybe he'd finally get to figure out Jc's secret.

Peering through the propped open closet door, Lance had a prime view. A view however, he wasn't quite ready for. Jc naked. Very naked. Alot naked. Much naked. A whole damn lot of naked. Naked on the bed with his special box on his lap. Lance was suddenly having second thought's about this whole idea. So Jc has a secret. Big whoop. Everyone is entitled to secrets. God knows he has a few.

But Lance's newfound conscience wasn't going to help him here. It was far to late for that. Jc slowly and with obvious pleasure, placed his little boycat ears jauntily on his head. He attached his whiskers with the ease of familiarity, and slid his tail into place around his waist. The dainty collar was the last item to go, and Jc buckled it around his slender neck, making sure the bell was placed correctly in the center.

He laid back on his bed, stretching himself across the wide matress. Lance couldn't help staring in awe. Okay..so, Jc likes to dress up like a cat before.....before....Oh dear god please let it just be before he takes a nap.

A sharp ringing of the phone dispelled that fervent wish. Jc casually picked up the receiver, and waited a beat before what sounded like a purr rose from his chest. He clicked on the speaker phone and laid back again.

To Lance's ever fucking shock, the voice of none other than Mr JT ( shrieks inserted here) came over the line.

" Hello my pretty Kitty, are you happy to hear from me?"

Affirmative meow.

" Are you all dressed up like a pretty kitty for me, baby?"

Another meow in the affirmative.

" Is my pretty kitty feeling hungry?"

Another meow, this one with more force.

" Mmm..good. I've been thinking about you all day, baby, and even though I can't be there in person, you and I are going to play okay?"

Lance had no idea how a purr could sound so sexy and wanting but somehow Jc's did. His head was reeling from all he had learned. Jc and Justin were into some kind of weird shit where Jc dressed up like catboy and they played. Played. Hmmm. Was it to much to hope for that running after a ball of yarn was the playing that Justin meant?

Justin's next words laid that hopeful thinking to rest. Immediately.

" Kitty baby, I'm gonna tell you all the things, I'd do if I were there and I want you to do them to yourself. Like it was me. Okay?"

Shit. Doesn't sound like yarn is going to be involved. Or mice. Or squeaky toys. Lance didn't know what to do now. He knew he was way in over his head. Should he just come out of the closet ( shut up Chris! I get it already!) and let Jc know what a lousy friend he was? Or...should he sit here and wait to see what unfolds?

" Lick one finger kitty, and rub it around your nipple. I know how much you like that. Make it nice and hard and wet for me"

Justin's erotic command pretty much settled it. Lance was in this for the whole show now. God help him. Lance watched as Jc followed Justin's directive and swirled one long pale finger around the protruding nub. The deep sounds of pleasure he made showed Lance that Justin was right. Jc did like this.

" Now trail it down your body, baby. Get yourself all nice and juicy for me. "

As Jc did so, Lance noticed that he wasn't the only one getting rather juicy. His pants had become uncomfortably tight and man when did it get so hot in here? He'd take his shirt off. Because it was hot. Yeah.

Quickly stripping off his tshirt, he waited anxiously for Justin's voice to continue.

"Wet your fingers again baby. Then rub them along your nice full balls. Feel them. Move them around. See how nice and heavy they are getting with all your delicious cream?"

Jc's mewling of desire filled the air. Lance watched as he palmed his ball sac, seperating them, weighing them in his hand, and getting them all nice and wet. Jc's hard cock stood straight up, touching his belly. Lance had seen Jc naked before. Of course he had. One bathroom, 5 guys, germany. But this was something else. Lance had to admit it. Jc had one fine cock.

" Okay baby...I can tell how ready you are. How hot. How wet. How hungryyyyyy' A shudder went through both Lance and Jc at Justin's sexy drawl on the last word.

Lance needed air. He needed out of the closet. He needed.....to cum. Fuck. Fucked up freak shit as this was, it was still the hottest shit he'd ever seen. Well like his daddy always said...If you can't play with the big dogs ..... And Lance ALWAYS played with the big dogs. Uh,...Cats. Whatever.

He quietly unzipped his fly and pulled his own leaking member from the confines of his boxers. Speading his legs, he opened the closet door just a little more for a full view and placed his fist around his dick.

" Okay my pretty kitty. Use your right hand and place it around that sweet cock of yours. Use all that nice cum at the tip to slick it up for me, just the way I like. "

Jc and Lance obeyed. Both men had tears of semen leaking from their cockheads and they both used it to lube up their shafts.

" Now for the part you really like baby. With your free hand, get one of those beautiful fingers all wet and place it at the opening of that tight ass I love."

Whoa. Lance didn't know if he could do THAT! But from the sounds of pleasure that Jc was making, Lance figured HE could. And did. And was. Lance looked. Yep. Sure was.

Jc was spread eagled across the bed. One hand firmly around his cock and the other under his ass. He pulled his knees up for better leverage and Lance saw he had one finger knudged against that puckered opening.

Ah hell. Lance wet one finger and pulled his jeans down further. He let his finger wiggle against that tight hole. Well what do you know. Feels great.

" Now sloooowwly my pretty kitty, push in. Imagine it's my hard dick, sliding into you"

Jc did as asked. So slowly he almost couldn't take it, he let his finger push past that ring of muscle and enter his tight ass. He moaned as it slid in all the way.

Lance had to bite his lip as hard as he could from sounding out a moan of his own. His finger slid into that foreign heat and this was better than great. This was fantastic.

" You need it don't you baby? You need to get fucked?"

Jc mewled in agreement as Lance just nodded his head silently.

" Let's do it then. Jerk yourself off baby. Nice and rough, like you like. Rub your thumb over the head, and keep it nice and steady. Move that finger now baby. Fuck your ass. Push it in deep and good."

Both men moved their fists in unknowing rhythm up and down their cocks. Hard and rough, with no mercy. Fingers plunged in and out of waiting asses, deeper with each stroke.

" Two fingers now, my beautiful boy. Twist them inside you, hit that sweet spot that drives you crazy"

Two fingers curled deep insiide liquid heat. For Jc it was like coming home again. For Lance, a wonderful surprise as fingers brushed against something that almost made him cum right there.

" Are you imagining my big dick fucking you baby? Sliding in and out of your ass, as I jerk you, harder and faster. Milking you, making you want to explode?"

Jc writhed on the bed, as his hands moved in twin furies, pushing and pulling, jerking and fisting. Lance rocked on his entwined fingers, thrusting them deeper into his hole as his fist beat his aching cock as fast as he could.

" Mmm...I can feel it baby. See it. Hear it. You're so pretty like this kitty. All hot and needy and ready. Let it go baby. Give me your cream"

Lance watched as Jc's fingers jammed into his body sending him over the edge. Cum poured from his straining cock, covering his still moving fist as his his body shot into orgasm.

Seeing Jc in all his erotic beauty pushed Lance over. His ass clenched over his fingers, still buried deep inside, as spurts of milky white fluid escaped his body, spraying his uncovered chest.

" Mmm...I can tell that was nice baby. Why don't you come into the shower now and use the phone in there while I tell you about this dream I had with you, me and a long handled scrub brush?"

Jc scrambled from the bed in a hurry. Shutting off the bedroom phone and rushing into the bathroom for his next round of play with Justin.

Lance used his hasty exit to make an escape of his own. Leaving his pants undone, his shirt balled in his hand, and cum covering his chest, he raced from Jc's bedroom.

To run into Chris. Who took in Lance's disheveled apperance and grinned. "Let me guess. Just took a trip into the Wild Kingdom?"

Lance stuttered out the whole story as best he could. Chris just kept grinning. Putting a friendly arm around Lance's shoulder, he said" Well why don't you come with me and have a nice stiff drink and you can tell me all about your adventure in the closet. Or'...he looked at Lance's jism soaked chest...'maybe your adverntures OUT of the closet now"



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