| Author: Minnie Rating: PG-13 Fandom: *NSYNC Category: Lance/Chris Disclaimer: Not true. All a product of my imagination. I don't even know if they like frogs. Notes: Please do not archive without permission Based on the mprov words: frog, platinum, strangle. This one's for all the Trickyfish authors who keep me entertained. Archive Date: 8/9/2003 Someone wasn't giving up. Lance's cell phone hadn't stopped ringing for past ten minutes. Five rings, silence, another five rings, then silence as the phone kicked into voice mail and so on. Lance gave up on trying to get some sleep, shifted on the bed and grabbed his cell phone. "'lo?" A too-high, too-cheery voice at the other end of the line chirped, "I've decided to quit the group and start breeding frogs." Lance cast a glance at the clock. 1:58 AM. "The fuck, Chris? Do you know what time it is?" "Then I'll strap little platinum records on their backs and teach them the Bye Bye Bye moves. They can take over for us. Dance and do interviews even." Chris blithely continued, ignoring Lance's question. Almost 2 AM and Lance knew Chris had been planning this, the little fucker. Payback for flying off to LA and leaving him to do 'stupid, boring ass' interviews and appearances for a while. Lance hardly slept until 2 AM but by that time, he was exhausted and wanted nothing but a good night's sleep. Chris knew Lance's patterns and sometimes Lance wished he wasn't so predictable. "One of the frogs will probably jump on another frog's back and strangle him to death." Chris was on a roll. "Strangling sounds pretty good right now." Lance bit out through gritted teeth. His sleep cycle was messed up now. Talking to Chris revved Lance up and made him alert. One had to be on their toes when dealing with Chris. Follow his tangents or risk getting smacked down by his brand of sarcasm. Lance thought his system wouldn't be winding down anytime. His body might be tired and craving sleep but his mind would be racing for hours. "So, were you sleeping?" Chris pitched his voice higher, trying to sound innocent. Lance counted to ten before growling, "No, I was putting out a hit on someone who's messing with my sleep." "Sheesh, Bass, I come to you with a brilliant idea and this is how you repay me." "Oh, yeah, because there's such a high demand for dancing frogs." A cross between a chuckle and snort came through from the other line. "That dancing WB frog has a lot of fans. I'm just trying to stop you from working too much, asshole!" Some movement then a crash on the other line and Lance hoped it wasn't one of his laptops. Chris once told him they were instruments of evil that hypnotized unsuspecting basses into spending mind-numbing amounts of time on them. Chris couldn't spend an hour, let alone three, glued to his computer. Too passive an activity for his energetic nature. Lance had opened his mouth to argue that three hours a day wasn't exactly mind-numbing, more like informative, but Chris tackled him onto the bed and shut him up with a noisy kiss. And proceeded to do things with his mouth that made Lance temporarily forget he had a laptop. Chris graduated to calling him names which meant there was more to come. As much as Lance enjoyed their skirmishes, enjoyed pitting his droll sarcasm against Chris' quick wit, his body was starting to scream for rest. He quickly reversed strategy. "I miss you, too." "Who said anything about missing you?" Low voice, so low, that Lance had to strain to hear him. Some rustling of sheets and Lance pictured Chris lying on their bed, trying to bury himself under the myriad of covers. Chris did that whenever he felt lonely. "I'll be home soon. A few more days in LA then I'll be back to Orlando. You can show me the jumping and dancing frogs." "They'll dance better than you." Lance ignored the insult, focusing on the mollified tone. Chris' version of an apology. "I'm sure they will." "I can teach one of the frogs to jump around, no, be like, JC!" "Jumping's the easy part. I'd like to see you put a Leo pendant on a frog and teach it to sing with its eyes closed." "Do I smell a bet?" "Chris." Lance headed that idea off before Chris got more wound up. Chris was crazy enough to try it. "I need to try and get some rest now." "You suck." Chris said without much heat. "The sooner I get some sleep, the sooner I can get these interviews and appearances done. Once those are done, I can come home. So say good night, Chris." Lance laid out his plans slowly, partly to soothe, partly to gain a measure of control. Chris' uncharacteristic silence meant he was loath to break the connection. Lance also thought Chris waited for him to break it first so Chris could declare himself winner of Round 213424 in the Bass-Kirkpatrick game of one-upmanship. Lance sighed, conceding this round, and mumbled a "Good night, Chris." Before he hung up, Lance heard a "Missyoutoo." -End- HOME MISCELLANEOUS FAN FICTION FAN FICTION |
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