JC
looked at himself in the mirror quickly before walking back into the hallway.
He glanced around making sure no one else was around before rounding the corner
of the hallway. He spotted Lance at the end leaning against the wall. He
stopped and watched Lance as he ran his hands through his hair. Lance didn't
even realize how perfect he truly was.
He
cleared his throat making his presence known to the other man. He watched as
Lance looked up eying him carefully. JC waited a few seconds before making his
way down the hallway. He stopped right next to Lance and stood in front of him
leaning his hand on the wall. "I was looking for you."
Lance
looked up. "Yeah. Why?"
JC
shrugged his shoulders. "You just disappeared. Just wondered where you
were."
"Just
needed a breather you know." Lance
pushed away but he was blocked from moving away by JC.
"Where you off to so fast?" JC fingered the hem
of Lance's shirt. "I wanted to talk to you a little bit."
Lance
leaned back against the wall with a sigh. "What about Jayce?"
"You,"
JC whispered.
"What
about me?"
"Do
you know how incredibly fucking hot you are, Lance?"
"Right.
I'm hot," Lance said with chuckle.
JC
sighed. "You are. I've always thought so." JC reached up and let his
fingers trail down the front of Lance's shirt. "I need to tell you
something. Something I have wanted to tell you for along time now, but I didn't
know how you would react to."
"We're
friends, Jayce. You know you can tell me anything. I'll still be your
friend."
JC
sighed as he took a small step back. "I want you, Lance. I've always
wanted you. I just didn't ever think you might feel the same, so I kept it
secret, but I am tired of hiding my feelings." JC moved closer to Lance
pressing his lips against Lance's. He moved his hands under Lance's shirt as he
kissed him more firmly letting his tongue lick lightly at Lance's lips.
It was
then that he felt Lance's hands against his chest pushing him away. JC moved
back reluctantly. "I've wanted to do that for awhile."
Lance
sighed. "JC, we can't. Maybe before, but not now. I'm seeing
someone."
JC
laughed. "Justin. I know." At Lance's shocked expression, he moved
closer. "What can the golden boy do that I couldn't? I could make you
happy, Lance. I wouldn't flaunt some woman all over the press as mine if I had
you."
Lance
pushed JC aside. "It is not like that. We are happy. Britney is just for
show." Lance started to move down the hallway.
JC
followed Lance grabbing at his arm. "I love you, Lance. Let me show how
good we can be." Lance tried to pull his arm away, but JC held on tight.
"Forget about Justin."
"You
fucking prick. Let go of him."