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Yellow	By : danniisahne Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > N'sync Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of NSync. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Suddenly JC had a liking for yellow.

Lance didn’t know when exactly it had started, but it was sometime between the end of their “Pop Odyssey”-Tour and the beginning of their “studio-time” in JC’s house in Orlando. JC and Justin had lots of ideas for new songs, and all the guys were anxious to hear what they sounded like. So they spent nearly everyday at JC’s home, even spent some nights there as well, because they liked to hang out with each other, even in their free time.

That’s when Lance first noticed it.

He came into his friend’s house one day – they’d agreed to take a day off, but nevertheless Lance wanted to ask JC if wanted to do something with him – and caught JC in the midst of painting his livingroom in a warm yellow.

He’d removed all the furniture to the middle of the room and put a cover on them. The ground was covered with a large foil, and JC was standing on a ladder, clothed in an old jeans and a white t-shirt. Yellow paint was spread all over him in small spots; it was in his hair, on his face, on is clothes, on his bare feet – everywhere.

Lance took a moment to just watch his bandmate – even with all the paint on him JC looked sexy as hell. So sexy that Lance wanted to pull him from the ladder and kiss him senseless. Yes, Lance was gay – something that all the guys knew . and he was in love with JC – something nobody else knew. And JC was in love with Justin – Lance was sure nobody but him knew *that*. e’d e’d always thought, no, *hoped*, JC might be bi, and now he was sure of it. Him and Justin were spending a lot of time together at the moment. When the other three guys didn’t spend the night at JC’s, Justin did. To work on the songs, they said. Sure. The two leadsingers were awfully close, always sitting together, touching, talking, laughing...

And then Lance had found this song JC had written. He’d searched for the lyrics of the song they were working on currently, and there he found the other song. Lance *knew* that it was about Justin. He still remembered the first lines.

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow...

From that moment on all made sense. Why JC was *always* wearing something yellow in the last time – even if it was just his new hat -; why he’d said in an interview that his favourite colour was yellow, because it reminded him of the sun, of warmth, of love; why he now painted his livingroom yellow.

Lance sighed unconsciously and caused JC to turn around on the ladder. When he saw the blond singer standing in the door to the livingroom, he smiled.

“Lance!” he exclaimed. “Man, what’re you doing here? Don’t tell me you forgot that we decided to take the day off!” Lance blushed. He knew that it had been a stupid idea to come here.

“No, I... I just wanted to ask you, if you, you know, if you want to do something, you know, with me... forget it, it was stupidu ceu certainly are glad that you don’t have to see me for one day...” he trailed off, fumbling with the hem of his shirt.

“Don’t be stupid, Lance” JC replied and jumped from the ladder. “I’m always happy to see you. And I’d love to do something with you, but, you see, I’m kinda busy, and I really want to finish this today. But we can do something tonight, if you want.” He put the brush he’d been holding in his hand aside and walked over to Lance.

“Sure”, Lance said, relieved. “I’d like that. – Maybe... I mean, shall I help you?” he asked, and JC beamed at him.

“You’d do that? You don’t have to do it, you know.”

“I know, Jace”, Lance laughed, “but I’d really like to help you, if you want me to.”

“That’d be great!” JC answered. “Maybe you could start with that wall, then I could start painting the ceiling. Do you need other clothes? You can go up in my room, there’s an old pair of sweatpants laying on my bed, and the old shirts are in the bottom drawer of my dresser.” Lance laughed at JC’s enthusiasm. He seemed to be genuinely to have Lance there.

“Okay, I’ll be right back”, Lance said and turned around. He ran up the stairs and into JC’s bedroom and easily found the clothes JC had talked about.

Just three minutes later he was back in the livingroom, barefoot like JC and wearing his clothes. JC meanwhile had organized another brush and a paint roll. They started working in a comfortable silence, Lance in one corner of the room, JC in another. They talked just briefly; most of the time they were both lost in their own thoughts.

About one hour later JC had reached the side of the room Lance was working at. Now they were working side by side, with JC standing a few steps above Lance on his ladder. He made a long arm to paint-roll a part of the ceiling just above Lance’s head, and he could do nothing but look as a large drop of paint fell down from the roll and directly into Lance’s hair.

“Eww!” Lance exclaimed and looked up, and the next drop hit him directly on tip tip of the nose. “Man, Jace, you shall paint the ceiling, not me!” he shouted, and JC started to laugh.

“Very funny, Jace, really”, Lance muttered, and JC chuckled.

“Sorry, Lance. But it looks kinda cute!” Lance looked up at his friend who was climbing down two steps of the ladder, so that his shoulders were at the same level with Lance’s head, and echoed “Cute?”

JC nodded and lifted his t-shirt up to his armpits, so that he could wipe the paint away from Lance’s nose with the hem of the shirt. The sudden closeness caused Lance to inhale sharply and he accidentally kicked at the ladder, causing JC to stumble and fall forwards.

Lace quickly put his arms around JC’s bare back and caught him to prevent him from falling down. They were standing in this position for a few awkward moments, then JC carefully slid down in Lance’s arms, until his feet were standing on the ground. He was pressed against Lance, their faces only a few inches away from each other.

“Yeah”, JC breathed. “You know, yellow really suits you.” Lance looked into his eyes and instantly was lost in the blue depth, not able to form a coherent thought.

“You... think so?” he asked hoarsely, and he watched mesmerized as JC’s lips parted to speak the next words.

“Yes... I think yellow is *your* colour. Because yellow is beautiful, and you are beautiful. Even your eyes seem to be yellow sometimes, and your hair... and your... smile...” Lance couldn’t tear his gaze away from JC’s lips that seemed to come closer and closer.

“But... I thought... Justin...”, he stuttered, and JC tilted his chin up with one hand so he could look into Lance’s eyes.

“What about Justin, Lance?” he whispered.

“I thought... that song you wrote... ‘Yellow’... wasn’t it for him?” Now their lips were only about an inch apart, and Lance could *feel* JC swallow.

“No, it was for *you*, Lance... *about* you. Because I only love you.” JC admitted, anars ars welled up in Lance’s eyes.

“I love you, too”, he whispered back, and that were the last coherent words spoken for the next hour. Because then their lips touched, and all both boys could do was moan each other’s names and words of love and passion. Clothes were ripped away, two naked bodies fell down to the floor in a tangle of heat, wrapped around each other, grounding into each other, taking and giving, one entering, the other absorbing, gliding together, sweating, rocking, until they cried out each other’s names as they climaxed, exhausted and sweaty and dirty with paint, but happy.

And from that moment on, whenever Lance heard JC say his favourite colour was yellow, he couldn’t keep the goofy smile from his face.

*The End*

Coldplay – Yellow

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And is als all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
You know, you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do

Cos you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know for you
I’d bleed myself dry for you
I’d bleed myself dry

It’s true, lhow how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do
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