"West Virginia" and "Rule Number One"

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My prompt table/list.

Claim: Nsync: Lance Bass
Title: West Virginia & West Virginia 2: Dirty South
Author: Sandy & Sandy the younger, at more stories about real people & Hotel Gypsy and callmesandy & circusgirl
Characters: Lance, Justin, the rest of Nsync, sundry bad guys and good guys
Prompt: 29 Weapons
Rating: NC-17
Length: long
Brief summary: Mysterious CDRs, car chases, gun fights, secret agents, really bad guys, snappy dialogue. These two stories (that are really more like two parts of the same story) have all the traditional ingredients of a fast-paced action comedy. Add a couple of bewildered but valiantly coping boybanders and some hot sex and you have a most entertaining tale.

They pulled onto a main street. Justin looked at the people and then down at his skinny legs. Fuck, he wanted pants.

Justin grabbed Lance's thigh. "Dude, see that drug dealer over there? Stop there."

"You want some drugs? NOW?"

"He's my size. Buy his pants." Justin put a thousand dollars in Lance's lap. "I want pants."

Lance blinked. "You're giving him a grand for a pair of pants?"

"He's gonna be hustlin' in his tighty-whiteys, man, we gotta compensate the man for his trouble." Justin nudged Lance with his bare knee. "Go on. Please?"

Link to the story: West Virginia & West Virginia 2: Dirty South


Claim: Nsync: Lance Bass
Title: Rule Number One
Author: Lucy, at Abducted By Aliens and lucy_fic
Characters: Lance, AJ McLean, the rest of Nsync
Prompt: 31 Discovery
Rating: explicit sex
Length: medium
Brief summary: Lance discovers that he's not the only one who ignores Lou's 'rules'. A sweet little story from the early days in Europe.

Chris followed JC back to the room as Lance was putting on his shoes. "You're not going to leave him alone? And you'll make sure he doesn't take anything, right?"

"I'm taking him to a dance club, Chris," JC said, rolling his eyes. "Not the ninth level of hell. We'll be fine."

"You've been to this place before?"

"Yeah, dad. Geez. There's no white slavers there, or anything." JC put his hands on Chris's shoulders and looked him in the eye. "You seriously need to go out and get laid, man. You are way too tense."

Chris made a face. "If anything happens to him tonight, I'm personally kicking your ass."

"I'll be fine, Chris," Lance said, standing up and putting on his jacket. "Nothing's going to happen."

"Yeah, yeah. Go, have fun," Chris waved.

Lance kissed Chris on the cheek. "Seriously," he said. "Think about getting laid."

"James Lance Bass!" Chris said, rubbing his cheek. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? I am shocked!"

Lance just laughed at him, and waved good-bye.

Link to the story: Rule Number One