Josh didn't talk to Lance at all in the car on the way back to Lance's. The minute Lance stopped the car in his driveway, Josh was out of the car and walking towards the door. Lance sighed as he walked up and opened the door. Josh walked into the house ahead of Lance and immediately went over to his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and began to walk angrily back towards the door. It took a minute for Lance to realize that the other man was leaving. When he saw Josh open the front door, Lance reached out and held it closed. The look of anger that Josh directed towards him was hot enough to make Lance lower his gaze, but he didn't move from the door. Josh tried to open the door again, but Lance stood his ground. "Josh, what are you doing?" "Leaving," Josh mumbled lowly. He moved back from the door and looked over at Lance. "You don't want me here, so I am going to go up to that motel I saw, and wait there for my bike to be fixed." "Who said I didn't want you here?" Lance ran his fingers through his hair as he leaned against the door. He didn't want Josh to leave. Not like this. He wanted a chance wth this good-looking man. He wanted to heal whatever wounds still lie there under the surface. Josh took a step forward, but moved back when he noticed that Lance wasn't going to move. He dropped his bag to the floor, and walked back over to the couch sitting down. "You were pretty clear at the bar, Lance. I mean I kiss you and you push me away. If that isn't a signal that you don't want me, I don't know what is." Lance stayed leaning against the door for a moment longer, but seeing that Josh wasn't leaving he moved forward. "Josh, I'm sorry about that. I really am." "Don't be. Can't help how you feel. I'm sorry if I wasted your time." Josh stood up and began to move toward the door again, but this time Lance reached out and stopped him by grabbing onto his arm. "Josh, don't..." "Don't what, Lance?" Josh tried to pull his arm out of Lance's grasp, but Lance held tight. "Let go, Lance." Lance shook his head no. He watched as Josh tried to break his arm loose of his hand with no success. He wanted Josh to stay. He knew if he let Josh walk out that door, he would never see him again, and that thought hurt him. It amazed him in the short 24 hours since he and Josh had met, the feelings that had grown. He had never believed in love at first sight. Things like that only happened in those cheesy romantic movies. He had never thought it would happen to him, but it looked like it had. Lance reached up with his free hand and touched Josh's cheek softly. Josh tried to pull back, but Lance stopped him again. "Don't leave," Lance whispered seconds before he touched his lips to Josh's. Josh gasped as Lance pressed his lips more firmly on his. After a few moments, Josh pulled back with a confused look on his face. "What was that?" Lance laughed. "A kiss." Josh took a step back and Lance finally loosed his hold on Josh's arm. "Why did you do it though?" "Because I wanted to. Because I like you. Because I think I could fall in love with you if you would let me."  Lance looked down at the floor waiting for Josh's reaction. The silence in the room was almost eerie. As the silent moments passed, Lance started to think that he had said too much. That maybe Josh didn't feel the same way. Finally Josh cleared his throat and took a step closer putting his hand on Lance's waist. "I wanted you to say that. Since I saw you standing over the bar smiling at me. It was in that moment that I knew I was in love with you." Continue Menu