Camp Somewhere 1/27
Author: zebraljb
Rating: up to NC17
Disclaimer: I know nothing about these guys. I honestly do think Lance is gay and that JC is probably bi, but I have absolutely no proof. I also mean no harm in any way.
Note: A long time ago there was a yahoogroup called boybandsondemand. People asked for stories and then you volunteered to write them. I got this idea because someone asked for a story where young Lance and young JC were at camp. JC was supposed to start out as a jerk and then be sweet. Also it was kinda supposed to be a first time story. Therefore, in this story, Lance is 14-15, and JC is therefore 17-18. Be warned. Underage!slash. Also, it's AU, obviously, and it's also from a time years ago when I wrote really short chapters. I apologize.
“Okay, Lance, you enjoy yourself, ya hear me?” Diane Bass said, kissing her son’s cheek.
“Mom,” he said, annoyed. He looked around and saw everyone else’s mother doing the same thing.
“You make sure and enjoy yourself. This music camp is costing us a lot of money,” Lance’s father said. “How many other fourteen-year-olds get to go to one of the best music camps in the country?”
“I know, Dad. Thanks.” Lance shook his father’s hand, because he knew he expected it. “Well…I should get on the bus now. See you in August.” Lance smiled at them both, then almost ran for the second bus. The first one was already full.
“Hey. What’s your name?” A boy a few years younger than Lance sat down beside him. He had a mop of curly hair and bright blue eyes.
“Lance Bass.”
“I’m Justin.” The boy’s fingers nervously tapped at his knees. “You sing?” Lance nodded. “Me, too. And I can dance some.” Justin’s eyes wandered to the front of the bus, where two blond girls were giggling. “Hey, that girl’s cute, isn’t she? The one on the left?”
“I guess so,” Lance said. He didn’t really think any girl was cute, but his father blamed that on immaturity.
“The one on the right’s not bad, either. Maybe we could hook up with them or something.”
“Maybe,” Lance said, staring at Justin. “How old are you?”
“Twelve.” Lance stared at him some more. He was never that way at twelve.
“So…you coming back next year?” Joey Fatone asked Josh Chasez. Josh signaled and moved into the left lane.
“I might. I mean, I’m a senior counselor this year…I might as well be one next year, too,” Josh said.
Joey waved at some girls in the car next to him. “I’ll get all the good leads in the shows…it pays off.”
“Right.” Joey grinned at his friend. “So…we gonna terrorize the first years again?”
“Duh,” Josh said, cutting off a pickup truck. “I’m planning on doing that as soon as we get there.”
“Sweet.” Joey leaned back in his seat, smiling out the window.
Lance lugged his two suitcases up the hill to his assigned cabin. This was all wrong. He didn’t belong in the woods. This was a music camp. He expected something a little more…civilized. He watched Justin laugh and joke with a few boys his own age. Justin had quickly forgotten him once he found more outgoing and interesting people to hang out with. Lance sighed. It was gonna be a long summer.
He unpacked his things carefully. He had the only single cot; everyone else was in bunk beds. His cot was shoved into a corner, and actually he didn’t mind it that much. “Hey…where are you from?” A lanky blond stood and stared at him.
“Mississippi,” Lance replied shyly.
“Hey…a Mississippi boy!” The blond yelled. The six other boys in their cabin came to stand by the boy. Justin was one of them.
“Lay off him, Nick,” Justin said. “I’m from Tennessee. If you’re gonna mess with him for being from the South…mess with me, too.”
Lance gave Justin a grateful smile. “I don’t like Mississippi,” Nick said decidedly. Some of the boys laughed. Lance blushed and ducked his head.
“And I bet it doesn’t like you, either,” another boy said. He nodded at Lance. “I’m AJ McLean. That asshole is Nick Carter.”
“Lance Bass,” he said softly.
“Whoa, listen to that voice!” AJ said with a friendly grin. “A bass already and you’re, what, fifteen?”
“Fourteen.”
“I’m fifteen. Dork here is only thirteen, so don’t let him mess with you.”
“AJ, do you ever shut up?” Nick snapped. “C’mon, guys. I saw the girls on the bus…pretty cute!”
“That one named Britney is VERY cute,” a boy said as they left the cabin. Lance sat on his cot. It would be a DAMN long summer.
Lance was still sitting on his cot when an older boy came strutting in. “Hey. Where is everyone?”
“They, uh, went to look at girls,” Lance stammered, blushing a furious red. The boy was adorable. He had short brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was tall and thin, with long legs.
“You didn’t go?” The boy asked. Lance shrugged.
“They didn’t ask me.”
“Ah.” The boy was obviously bored with the conversation. “I’m Josh Chasez. I’ll be your counselor.”
“Hi. I’m Lance.”
“Hi, Lance. I’ll see you around, okay?” Josh ducked out of the cabin before Lance could reply.
Lance closed his eyes so the tears wouldn’t fall…wondering if there was any way he could get sick enough to be sent home.
Rating: up to NC17
Disclaimer: I know nothing about these guys. I honestly do think Lance is gay and that JC is probably bi, but I have absolutely no proof. I also mean no harm in any way.
Note: A long time ago there was a yahoogroup called boybandsondemand. People asked for stories and then you volunteered to write them. I got this idea because someone asked for a story where young Lance and young JC were at camp. JC was supposed to start out as a jerk and then be sweet. Also it was kinda supposed to be a first time story. Therefore, in this story, Lance is 14-15, and JC is therefore 17-18. Be warned. Underage!slash. Also, it's AU, obviously, and it's also from a time years ago when I wrote really short chapters. I apologize.
“Okay, Lance, you enjoy yourself, ya hear me?” Diane Bass said, kissing her son’s cheek.
“Mom,” he said, annoyed. He looked around and saw everyone else’s mother doing the same thing.
“You make sure and enjoy yourself. This music camp is costing us a lot of money,” Lance’s father said. “How many other fourteen-year-olds get to go to one of the best music camps in the country?”
“I know, Dad. Thanks.” Lance shook his father’s hand, because he knew he expected it. “Well…I should get on the bus now. See you in August.” Lance smiled at them both, then almost ran for the second bus. The first one was already full.
“Hey. What’s your name?” A boy a few years younger than Lance sat down beside him. He had a mop of curly hair and bright blue eyes.
“Lance Bass.”
“I’m Justin.” The boy’s fingers nervously tapped at his knees. “You sing?” Lance nodded. “Me, too. And I can dance some.” Justin’s eyes wandered to the front of the bus, where two blond girls were giggling. “Hey, that girl’s cute, isn’t she? The one on the left?”
“I guess so,” Lance said. He didn’t really think any girl was cute, but his father blamed that on immaturity.
“The one on the right’s not bad, either. Maybe we could hook up with them or something.”
“Maybe,” Lance said, staring at Justin. “How old are you?”
“Twelve.” Lance stared at him some more. He was never that way at twelve.
“So…you coming back next year?” Joey Fatone asked Josh Chasez. Josh signaled and moved into the left lane.
“I might. I mean, I’m a senior counselor this year…I might as well be one next year, too,” Josh said.
Joey waved at some girls in the car next to him. “I’ll get all the good leads in the shows…it pays off.”
“Right.” Joey grinned at his friend. “So…we gonna terrorize the first years again?”
“Duh,” Josh said, cutting off a pickup truck. “I’m planning on doing that as soon as we get there.”
“Sweet.” Joey leaned back in his seat, smiling out the window.
Lance lugged his two suitcases up the hill to his assigned cabin. This was all wrong. He didn’t belong in the woods. This was a music camp. He expected something a little more…civilized. He watched Justin laugh and joke with a few boys his own age. Justin had quickly forgotten him once he found more outgoing and interesting people to hang out with. Lance sighed. It was gonna be a long summer.
He unpacked his things carefully. He had the only single cot; everyone else was in bunk beds. His cot was shoved into a corner, and actually he didn’t mind it that much. “Hey…where are you from?” A lanky blond stood and stared at him.
“Mississippi,” Lance replied shyly.
“Hey…a Mississippi boy!” The blond yelled. The six other boys in their cabin came to stand by the boy. Justin was one of them.
“Lay off him, Nick,” Justin said. “I’m from Tennessee. If you’re gonna mess with him for being from the South…mess with me, too.”
Lance gave Justin a grateful smile. “I don’t like Mississippi,” Nick said decidedly. Some of the boys laughed. Lance blushed and ducked his head.
“And I bet it doesn’t like you, either,” another boy said. He nodded at Lance. “I’m AJ McLean. That asshole is Nick Carter.”
“Lance Bass,” he said softly.
“Whoa, listen to that voice!” AJ said with a friendly grin. “A bass already and you’re, what, fifteen?”
“Fourteen.”
“I’m fifteen. Dork here is only thirteen, so don’t let him mess with you.”
“AJ, do you ever shut up?” Nick snapped. “C’mon, guys. I saw the girls on the bus…pretty cute!”
“That one named Britney is VERY cute,” a boy said as they left the cabin. Lance sat on his cot. It would be a DAMN long summer.
Lance was still sitting on his cot when an older boy came strutting in. “Hey. Where is everyone?”
“They, uh, went to look at girls,” Lance stammered, blushing a furious red. The boy was adorable. He had short brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was tall and thin, with long legs.
“You didn’t go?” The boy asked. Lance shrugged.
“They didn’t ask me.”
“Ah.” The boy was obviously bored with the conversation. “I’m Josh Chasez. I’ll be your counselor.”
“Hi. I’m Lance.”
“Hi, Lance. I’ll see you around, okay?” Josh ducked out of the cabin before Lance could reply.
Lance closed his eyes so the tears wouldn’t fall…wondering if there was any way he could get sick enough to be sent home.