Over the
next few days, JC and Justin didn't talk much to each other. If they were alone
together in a room, Justin would leave it. JC wondered if Justin had told Lance
that he knew about their affair. He probably had, but then again he might not
have. Nothing changed in Lance's behavior toward him.
As the
days passed, JC became more and more obsessed
with Lance. What could Justin give Lance that he himself couldn't?
Justin was just a kid. Couldn't even drink yet. Lance and Justin were like
night and day. What could serious business minded Lance see in Justin to make
him stay with him since Europe?
JC
watched the two from the shadows of the room they were rehearing in. They had
just quit for the day. Joey and Chris had already left, and the two babies were
talking in soft words as Justin packed up his duffle. He wanted to move closer
to hear what they were saying, but if he did they would see him, so he stayed
back.
From the
look on Lance's face, he wasn't too happy with his golden boy, so JC leaned
back against the wall with a satisfied smirk on his face. Maybe he wouldn't be
as hard as he thought it would be to take Lance away from Justin. He watched as Lance sighed wiping a towel
across his brow as Justin picked up his bag, and left the room.
JC
continued to watch as Lance practiced in the center of the room counting the
beats off silently. JC spotted his bag at the other side of the room, and
smiled knowing he now had his reason to make his presence known. He walked into the room whistling under his
breath, and went over to his bag.
Lance
stopped dancing, and turned towards the older man. "Hey, Jayce. I thought you left with everybody else."
JC bent
over his bag moving things around in it, so that he looked busy. "No, I
was just outside talking to Wade. " JC finally stood up. "You having
trouble with a move or something?"
Lance
looked towards the mirror, and did one of the counts in the dance their were
trying to learn. "I can't seem to get that part. I thought Justin was
going to stay and help, but he had this thing with Britney to do, so he
couldn't."
"Those
two are really meant to be together you know," JC said, as he made way
towards Lance. "They've been basically attached the hip since MMC. I
wouldn't be surprised if they got married someday soon." JC stopped behind
the younger man looking up into the mirror to gauge Lance's reaction to his
words. "Let me help you with that move. That way you can go home."
Lance
nodded. "Yeah, that would be great. I'd appreciate it."
JC put
his hands on Lance's waist, and moved closer. "Now just follow me, and
you'll have it in no time at all."
After
about ten minutes, Lance finally got the sequence down, and Lance once again
wiped his brow with his towel. He walked over to his bag, and reached in for a
bottled water. Taking a long drink, he sat down on the floor by his bag.
JC moved
to sit next him drinking for his own bottle. "Do you ever wonder if you'll
find what Justin and Britney have? They are just so happy and in love together
aren't they?" When Lance kept silent, JC continued. "I want something
like that someday. To be loved totally. I don't really care who it is, as long
we both love each other, and make each other happy."
"Yeah,
me either. Just in love and happy."
"I'm
surprised you don't have someone, Lance. I mean you're just so great. Got
looks, money, talent. What person wouldn't be lucky to have you?" Lance
sat silent drinking his bottle of water. JC could see the wheels in his head
turning. "We'll both find that someday, Lance." JC finished his
water, and stood up. He lowered his hand, and Lance took it standing up.
"I'm going to get going. See ya at practice tomorrow." JC picked up
his bag, and quickly left the room still hearing the wheels turning in Lance's
head.