Disclaimer: I do NOT know nor have I ever met any member of *NSYNC. They are their own person and, well, I don't particularly want to know them. Shoots down all those preconceived notions, you know. Anyway, I mean no offense to any person mentioned in my stories. I hold the deepest respect for who they are and what they do. So in other words: read, have fun, make merry, and remember that these stories are FICTION and, therefore, NOT real.

Scoop 10

After collecting his key card and leaving the lounge they had used as a meeting place, JC drifted down the hallway lost in thought. He wasn’t one of those people who had to have their loved one with him twenty-four seven. He could even go for a few weeks without having Lance around. Um, yeah, as long as I call him three or four times a day. I made it through him filming in Toronto... Okay, so my phone bill to Canada ran me about two thousand dollars during that period, but I made it. And he did miss me and fly me up to be a walk-on character. And there were days when he called me before I could call him.

It was more the fact that he knew he couldn’t be with Lance tonight that was driving him crazy rather than actually missing him. Voluntary alone time he enjoyed. Involuntary alone time made him feel like acting like a pouting child even though he knew this separation from Lance wasn’t permanent. Hell, he thought, I’ll see him at breakfast in, he glanced at his watch, ten hours. I can make it that long. I…just don’t want to have to wait that long. A ghost of a smile flitted across his face. Wasn’t love grand?

JC paused outside his door and looked up in consternation. The light bulb in the fixture was shot. “Figures,” he mumbled as he stepped forward and swiped the card in the door. The light stayed red. “What the hell?” He flipped the card magnetic side up and looked at the directions to make sure he was swiping it the right way. Confirming that he had, indeed, been swiping it correctly, he swiped it again. He swore softly when the light again stayed red. “Not today. I do not need this grief today.”

One more time he tried swiping the card. Again, the light stayed red. “Well fuck a goddamn duck!” In frustration, he looked down the hallway in each direction and when he assured himself no one would see him, he kicked the door. When all that served to do was make his toe throb, he leaned his forehead against the cool wood of the door. He stayed that way for a moment before pushing away to go get another key. “How is it that a day can start so right and go so wrong,” he mused thinking back to the first time he had woken up that morning on the couch with Lance snuggled on top of him.

Only force of habit had him look at the room number before heading back down the hall. 1504. Why did that not sound right? He stared at the number for a minute and then it hit him.

“Well, hell! No wonder the damn thing wouldn’t open.” Sheepishly he again looked down the hall to make sure no one had seen him then he slid to the right and swiped the card in the second door sharing the dim alcove. “Stupid ass. Try to open the wrong door,” he mumbled to himself.

When the light turned green, he sighed in relief and pushed the door open with his right shoulder while reaching out with his left hand to flip the safety lock over so the door wouldn’t close. He had a feeling this would be a drinking night and the mini bars never had enough ice. Behind him the door thumped softly as it caught on the lock, letting a small sliver of light in from the hallway.

The window across the room let in enough light that he didn’t bother turning on the overhead light. Quietly he made his way over to where he could see his suitcase resting against the foot of the bed. He hefted it up and laid it on the bed. For a moment he rested his hands on the sides and bowed his head in contemplation. He could do this. He could get through the next four nights without holding Lance. After all, he had done if for years.

Raising his head, he glanced up toward the head of the bed. Staring back at him was a vision of Lance, sleepy eyed wearing a pair of low-slung sweat pants, a t-shirt, and an adorably sexy expression. He groaned. Okay, he amended silently, I can do this, but I’m going to take advantage of this opportunity to get drunk and play a little five-finger stud. I may not have him with me, but I can have a good time thinking about him.

“But first…” he trailed off as he pulled the tabs on the suitcase open and rifled through for a wife beater. When he found what he was looking for, he pulled the shirt out and laid it carefully next to the suitcase then he kicked his shoes off and stripped down to his boxers. He pulled the wife beater over his head as he made for the mini bar to retrieve the ice bucket.

With ice bucket in hand, he started to pull open the door when he heard voices.

“… months since Chris went running to him and JC with our little secret and in all that time neither one of them has said a word. Even when we subject them to some of our more intimate ploys they just shrug it off and go on. I’m not sure if this plan has worked at all.” JC heard Justin say.

Plan? Quietly, so as not to disturb Justin and whoever he was talking to, JC pressed himself against the wall next to the door and managed to peek out through the crack enough to see Justin lounging in the corner and Joey looking down the hallway. He felt a momentary twinge at eavesdropping but quickly justified the action by reminding himself that Justin was talking about him.

“That’s just it, Jus. When have you ever known Lance or JC to let something like this lie. If anything, they should have talked our ears off about it, asking questions and offering advice. You know how they are. Yet neither one of them has said a word.”

And you’re disappointed we aren’t interfering? JC’s forehead creased into a frown. What did you want us to do? Throw a ‘Justin and Joey are getting laid’ party? A smile spread across his face at the thought. He wouldn’t mind having a ‘Lance and JC are getting laid’ party… but that would only be a party for two. Him and that delectable creature named Lance. Mmm and Lance could be the guest of honor and he could shower him with favors and -

“Maybe they’re nervous. It’s not easy to start a new relationship. There’re all these -“

Damn it! Why do I always get interrupted at the good part?

“But it’s not a new relationship, Jus. JC and Lance have known each other for years. It’s not like they just met.”

“Yes, Joe, it is. Lance and JC have been ‘friends’ for years, but this is different. Now they’re going to be lovers, and that’s a whole new ballgame. They know each other inside and out as only people who live and work together like we do can, but there’s still that part inside each of them the other has never touched. Lance doesn’t know if JC likes to cuddle after lovemaking or if he would rather roll over and go to sleep. JC doesn’t know if Lance likes it slow and sweet or so hot and fast neither of them can think. They don’t know if their relationship will last or what the consequences will be whether they stay together or break up. They know all about each other, Joey, but now they have to learn each other. From the ground up. They’re going to redefine everything they thought they knew about one another. And if that’s not enough to scare them, I don’t know what is.”

Lovemaking? Consequences? Justin was being a bit melodramatic in JC’s opinion. And, he thought a little flustered, why are they even talking about it? Lance and I are big boys. He nearly laughed out loud. We can certainly take care of our own love lives. But, JC ceased his spying and leaned back against the wall thoughtfully, when Justin put it that way, his relationship with Lance did seem a little scary, but…well, he didn’t see it that way. And where the hell did the nervous crap come from? He wasn’t nervous about being with Lance. Excited? Eager? Overjoyed? Yes. Nervous? No.

And learning Lance from the ground up was one of the things he was most looking forward to. A smile played on his lips. He couldn’t wait to find out all the little things only a lover would know about Lance.

“… stories straight. Something tells me that at least Lance is going to take this little homework assignment to heart and ask all the touchy questions. He’s gonna wanna know about us.”

JC perked up his ears. Stories? Quietly he pressed back against the wall so he could see them.

“And Scoop has ways of making you talk that would make truth serum slipped into your drink while you were in the bathroom look obvious. The boy is good.” Joey continued.

“I know. I know. He’s Mr. Stealth, but, Joey, we’ve rehearsed what we’d say. We’re just friends. We’re working on a project together. Etcetera. Etcetera. Don’t worry, man. I got your back. Nothing will go wrong. Trust me.”

JC almost snorted. He wished he and Lance were as good of friends as Justin and Joey. Only he’d like to be a little more open about it. And, he groaned feeling sympathy for Joey as the rest of what Justin had said registered, if there was one thing he’d learned over the years, it was never trust Justin when he said ‘Trust me’. The boy managed to get into more trouble than anyone he knew.

The sound of a door opening down the hallway caught both his and Joey’s attention. JC felt his eyes widen comically when Joey peeked around the corner and then pushed Justin up against the wall and proceeded to kiss him senseless. The look on Justin’s face was priceless. The wide eyes and shocked expression. JC nearly laughed. Justin must not be used to Joey being the aggressor.

JC watched as Justin slowly relaxed and started to get into the kiss. He shook his head. It was good that Joey flipped him every now and then.

The sound of Lance discreetly coughing and clearing his throat drew his attention away from the kissing couple. In his excitement, he nearly bounded out the door. Wait! If you go out now they’ll know you were listening. He stopped himself. Barely.

The conversation in the hall continued as he greedily drunk in the sight of Lance. He felt like a lovesick schoolgirl, but, seeing a smile cross Lance’s face, he knew he wouldn’t trade a moment of his life for anything in the world. He got to be next to that smile every day and soon he would be able to brag it was for him alone. And that moment would make all the waiting worthwhile.

Now all he had to do was get Lance to see things his way and they would be set.

Outside everyone was saying their ‘goodnights’ again. JC watched as Lance walked down the hall with Justin following closely behind. At the click of Joey and Chris’ door shutting next to his, he softly whispered, “Goodnight, Lance,” and then closed his own door. Suddenly he didn’t think he was going to need to drink after all.

Walking back to the bar, he set the ice bucket on the counter and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge. When he had originally set about to win Lance over he had decided to do it by getting Lance’s attention with acting crazy, doing the unexpected. Somewhere along the line, he had gotten away from his plan.

He scratched his head. Come to think of it, Lance was doing more crazy things than he was. Weeellll, he chugged the last of the water and threw the bottle in the trash, that’s about to change. He walked over to the bed and moved his suitcase to the floor.

“Do a little dance. Make a little plan. Get down tonight,” he sung under his breath. There were plans he needed to contemplate before he could set anything into motion and he needed to give Lance a little time with Justin before he acted.

And I would really like to know what plan Joey and Justin have cooked up, but Lance first.

“What was it he said? ‘I didn’t say what constituted an emergency.’” He flopped back on the bed and closed his eyes. A smile spread across his face and when he spoke his voice was barely above a whisper. “Oh, yeah! This is gonna be good.”

Two hours later JC found himself standing in front of Lance and Justin’s door. Taking a deep breath, he raised his arm and knocked. Here goes nothing.

His arm had barely made it back down to his side when a panting Justin wrenched the door open. JC watched the smile on his face die when he saw it was him.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

Inside the room Lance half listened to what Justin was saying at the door. From the disappointment lacing his voice, he figured it must not be Joey calling on them. With his newfound knowledge, Justin was nearly bursting at the seams and Lance knew he hoped Joey would drop by.

Both Justin and Joey had been hurt in the past and Lance couldn’t imagine any two people more deserving of love than them. And not just because they were two of his best friends. Both of them would literally give the shirt off their backs if a situation called for it. No, Lance couldn’t think of anyone who deserved happiness more, that they found that happiness and love together was just icing on the cake.

“Were you expecting maybe the Easter Bunny?” came the sarcastic reply to Justin’s question.

“Aren’t you supposed to be confined to your room?”

“I have an emergency.” Lance paused in pulling his pajamas out of his suitcase and let a smile spread across his face. JC had caught on to his hint. Maybe the rest of the night wouldn’t be spent listening to Justin plan Joey’s seduction after all.

“Well, what is it?” He could hear the impatience dripping from Justin’s voice. “We’re bonding here. Spit out whatever you have to say so we can get back to it.”

“May I come in? I need to speak to Lance. This deals with him not you.”

Lance groaned as he stuffed his pj’s back into his suitcase. He really had it bad. It had only been a couple of hours since he had last seen JC’s handsome face and heard his beautiful voice yet at the first sound of JC’s voice, his insides turned to mush and heat suffused his body.

“No, you can’t come in…but I’ll think about letting you talk to him.” Lance straightened indignantly. After all he and Justin had shared how could he even think about turning JC away?

“Justin.” JC’s tone was warning, and Lance knew exactly how he felt. Tossing Justin out the window sounded like a good idea… Especially if it meant he and JC could be alone for a little while.

“Oh, all right,” came Justin’s exasperated voice tinged with amusement. “Lance! The fluffy freak at the door wants you. Owww!” The sound of Justin being smacked reached Lance’s ears and he silently cheered JC on.

Lance laughed to himself. Guess what, J-Rock. I want him too.

“Shut up. You’re just jealous because you don’t have any hair.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Keep thinking that, studly.” Justin was smiling as he popped his head around the corner. “You coming, Lance, or do I need to tell this loser to get lost?”

Lance glared at Justin and mouthed the words, “Don’t you dare.” If Justin sent JC on his way, he would toss him out the window. Just because he had set up this whole rooming deal and this was the first day didn’t mean he wanted to be away from JC.

He frowned at Justin who was madly wagging his eyebrows. If looks could kill, Justin would have fallen into a million delicate slices. “I’m coming. Hold on.”

The grin on Justin’s face grew impossibly wider. “You know, that’s way more information than I needed or wanted.”

“Justin.” Once again JC’s disembodied voice was filled with warning.

Lance rolled his eyes at Justin’s sense of humor and watched in amusement as he stumbled forward. He caught a brief glimpse of bare leg and JC in a white wife beater before Justin spun around and pushed him back down the short entry hall toward the door.

“Unh uh! I said you could talk to him not come into the room and abuse me. Back that thang up. You be conversing from the door.”

“I’m gonna do more than –“

“Um, is this a bad time?” Lance tried to keep a straight face as he leaned against the corner and watched the scuffle taking place. Justin had his arms crossed against JC’s chest and was trying to push him back out the door while JC had his arms wrapped around Justin’s shoulders trying to push him far enough to the side so he could get around him. At the sound of his voice, both of their heads popped up and they looked at him sheepishly. JC immediately dropped his arms from around Justin and took a quick step back causing Justin to stumble and nearly fall from his leaning position.

Lance couldn’t control his smile. Both of them looked so cute. Kind of like little boys who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Naw, man,” Justin looked over his shoulder at JC. “We were just playin’.” A smirk crossed Justin’s face as he sauntered passed Lance pausing long enough to slap his stomach, wag his eyebrows suggestively, and whisper, “Viva la resistánce.”

It took Lance a moment but then he realized that Justin was referring to his game with JC. He had to laugh at the knowing grin on Justin’s face. “Viva la resistánce,” he whispered back.

His smile was still firmly in place as he walked over to where JC lounged in the doorway. “Hey,” even to his own ears he could hear the softening of his voice, “what’s up?”

JC looked down at his bare foot and stubbed his toe at the carpet. He had spent the last two hours planning how he would win Lance over and now that he was here with the first part of his plan, he didn’t know exactly what to do. He traced the pattern on the carpet with his toe and considered Lance’s recent behavior. If that was anything to go by, what he wanted wouldn’t be a strange occurrence. Now all he had to do was ask for it.

Shyly he lifted his head and looked into Lance’s eyes. His voice was equally soft as he spoke. “Nothing. I just wanted to, well, I…” His voice trailed off and he decided actions would speak louder than words. Besides, he reminded himself for the millionth time in the past two hours, doing the unexpected was the key to making his plan work. Without giving himself time to change his mind, he quickly curled his left hand behind Lance’s neck and crushed their lips together.

Lance was stiff for a moment as JC worked his lips over, but almost immediately he melted into the kiss. JC’s eyes slid closed and he groaned when Lance’s lips parted allowing his tongue entrance. He pulled him closer, wrapping his right arm around his waist.

He was drowning in sensation. The feel of Lance’s fingers digging into his waist and his chest pressing intimately against his own turned him on more immensely. The soft slide of Lance’s tongue as he plundered the sweet depths of his willing mouth set his body on a high he never wanted to come down from.

Slowly, though, Lance began to pull away. It took JC a moment to get his breathing under control and open his eyes. When he did, he noted with satisfaction Lance’s flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. And he could feel Lance’s chest rapidly rising and falling from his heavy breathing.

They were still pressed closely together as they stared into one another’s eyes. Finally Lance broke the spell when he lowered his eyes to JC’s lips and then licked his own. JC nearly melted into a puddle at the heat he saw in the look.

Lance’s voice came out husky and low. “So, is that what you wanted to talk to me about?” The black of his irises had almost overtaken the green of his eyes and his eyelids had drifted partially closed.

When Lance’s tongue flicked out to wet his own lips again, JC could feel the wet heat on his own lips, which were a mere hairsbreadth away. A low moan worked its way out of his throat and his voice was no more than a whisper when he spoke. “Yeah, I was lying all alone in my bed, and suddenly I realized I hadn’t gotten my goodnight kiss.” Softly he massaged the muscles at the back of Lance’s neck. “I figured that constituted an emergency since I wouldn’t have been able to sleep without it.”

Lance nodded solemnly and let his breath fan across JC’s cheek. “You’re right. That would,” he placed a small kiss at the right corner of JC’s mouth, “have been a,” the kiss fell on the left corner of JC’s mouth, “tragedy.”

JC’s eyes fell closed again when Lance’s lips claimed his in a searing kiss after his final word. This was so much better and so much different from the kisses they had shared before. These kisses held promise and something else he couldn’t quite define. After another second, he gave up trying to figure it out and surrendered himself to the sensation.

Lance’s arms had snaked around his neck pulling his head down to deepen the kiss. He still had his hand curled around Lance’s neck but found it was much more comfortable and they could press even closer together if he wrapped his arm around Lance’s back and hold on that way.

Something hard pressed into his right hand just above where it rested over Lance’s tailbone. Automatically he curled his fingers around the cool plastic and felt Lance and himself being pushed out the door. Over the blood pounding in his veins, he could hear Justin’s disgruntled voice.

“Geez, get a room already. You two make me sick.” Then the door was closing, leaving them as the only people in the hall.

In a daze, he and Lance pulled apart. They stared at each other breathing hard for a moment. A smile cracked Lance’s face and before JC knew it, they were both doubled over with laughter.

“Well,” Lance said bringing his laughter under control, “I guess this means Justin didn’t want to room with me tonight.” He gestured to the suitcase whose handle Justin had pressed into JC’s hand. “Can I con you into letting me stay with you?”

JC rolled his eyes and slung his arm around Lance’s shoulders. “You bet. But if you even think about snoring, you’re out on your ass. I’m not putting up with your log cutting tonight,” he teased.

Lance looked up at JC incredulously as they headed down the hall toward his room. “Me!” He stopped in the middle of the hall and propped his hands on his hips. “I’ll have you know, I’m not the one who could wake the dead snoring.”

JC continued past Lance and fished his key card out of the waistband of his boxers where he had stashed it. “You’re right,” he said as he swiped the card in the door, “that’s Justin.” His eyes crinkled adorably at the corners as he smiled over his shoulder at Lance. “My bad. But now aren’t you glad I rescued you from his evil clutches?”

“Justin! He doesn’t snore. He might talk your ear off in his sleep, but he doesn’t snore. Now you…you’re the one that could sleep through a train wreck and snore as loud as one too!”

“Hey! I –“ The ringing of Lance’s cell phone cut off his reply. JC pushed on the door as he watched Lance easily flip the phone open and say hello.

Lance listened for a minute, nodded, and then said, “Give me a minute. I’ll be right there.” He shut the phone off and slid it back into its holder at his waist. He looked at JC lounging in the doorway and without thinking pulled him in for a quick kiss. “Don’t go to sleep, baby. I’ll be right back.” He missed the tender, love-filled look on JC’s face as he turned around and headed back down the way they had just come. That he had called JC “baby” never even crossed his mind.

Mindlessly JC pressed his fingertips to where his lips were still tingling. He watched Lance pause in front of Justin’s door and search his pockets for his key. His voice was barely a whisper and not loud enough for anyone but himself to hear. “As if I could sleep when you call me that.” When Lance raised his arm to knock, JC walked into his room pulling Lance’s suitcase behind him, content knowing his angel would be staying with him tonight.

Lance muttered to himself as he patted each of his pockets looking for the key card to get him into the room he was supposed to share with Justin. After checking each pocket for the second time, he vaguely remembered dropping it on the desk before he had started his conversation with Justin. Briefly, he considered turning around and going back to JC’s room but Justin had said he needed to ask him something important.

In light of their recent conversation, he figured he should be as open with Justin as possible. It wouldn’t do for Justin to let the information he had departed leak out to JC. His whole plan would be ruined. So resignedly, he raised his hand to knock.

Justin yanked the door open and had grabbed him before Lance could even lower his arm to his side. In short order Justin had dragged him in and pushed him down into one of the chairs situated around the small table.

“Good. You’re here. Took you long enough,” he grumbled.

Lance rested his hands on the chair arms and narrowed his eyes while Justin made himself comfortable in the other chair. “It took me like ten seconds to get here, Justin. Even beaming doesn’t work faster than that.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever.” Justin waved his hand in the air. “I forgot to ask you when I’m rooming with Joey. I need to know how long I have to plan how I’m gonna tell him.”

Lance scratched his head and tried to remember when he had set Joey and Justin up together. A frown crossed his face when he realized it was on what he had designated as couples night. Four long nights from now. “You and Joe are rooming together on the fifth night, J. You have JC tomorrow. Chris the next night. You’re alone on the fourth night and then Joe is on the fifth.”

Justin halted biting his nails in concentration and with a frustrated sigh jumped up and started pacing. Lance watched as he rubbed his hands together and seemed to be contemplating different scenarios.

“Okay. Okay. Hold up.” Justin stopped in front of Lance and looked into his eyes. “Night five is a concert night, right?” At Lance’s affirmative nod he continued. “That’s not a good night. We’ll both be tired, and I wouldn’t be able to oversee getting the room set up. Now you said I’m alone on the fourth night. So who has Joey then?”

Lance grinned. Oh, yeah. Now he had some leverage to make sure Justin didn’t spill any beans. “Hmm, that would be me.”

“Perfect!” The happiness in Justin’s eyes nearly blinded Lance. “Would you consider bending the rules and letting me have Joey since,” Justin’s eyes took on a calculating gleam, “I’m letting you be with JC tonight?”

“Well,” Lance made a great production of thinking the matter over. Whether Justin agreed to his terms or not, he knew he’d arrange it so he and Joey could spend the night together. “I don’t know.”

“Please, Lance. I’ll do anything. I want to tell him and if I don’t do it that night, it’ll have to wait until we’re back on the road and that’s just too long.”

Lance sat up straighter in his chair. “Okay,” Justin whooped for joy, “but,” that brought Justin’s attention back to him, “you have to promise you won’t leak a word of what I’ve told you. I don’t want it getting back to Josh before I’m ready for it to. He’ll know soon enough, and I want to be the one that tells him.” Lance scrunched up his face. “I don’t want him to hear it second hand from Chris who’ll screw the whole thing up.”

Justin got down on his knees in front of Lance and clasped his hands together somberly. “You have my most solemn vow that JC will not hear a peep of this from me. My lips are sealed.”

“Oooohhh!” Lance winced. “Let’s not even talk about your lips. I’m having terrible flashbacks to your comment to Chris earlier. I do not need to know what your lips are doing.”

“You are so not funny, Lance,” Justin said as he got back on his feet and then settle back into his chair.

“Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” Lance leaned forward and made as if to get up. “Cause if there isn’t, I left this incredibly sexy guy down the hall and I’d really like to get back to him.”

Justin put his hand out to stop Lance. “There is one more thing. As informative as our little conversation was earlier, you never did tell me how you knew about all our secrets.”

Lance settled back into his chair again. Now Justin decided to ask him the questions he had expected earlier. Why was it that every time he and JC got to the edge of falling into one another someone came along and wanted one of their attentions?

Well, at least he could have fun teasing Justin with the information. “I can read minds?” he questioned innocently.

Justin crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“Uh, I found a detailed note on the coffee table?”

Justin just shook his head.

“Oh, all right,” Lance grumbled. “I overheard a conversation between you and Chris and Joey before we headed back out on the road in November. I had been doing laundry and was carrying a stack of towels upstairs when I heard voices coming from down the hall.” Lance saw the thunderous expression that started to cross Justin’s face. Justin hated eavesdropping. It was one of his greatest pet peeves and it annoyed him that others did it to him. So over the years they had all tried, not very hard or successfully, to curb their eavesdropping tendencies because they understood Justin’s need to feel he could have a private conversation.

“Don’t look at me like that, Justin. The only reason I listened in was because I heard you guys saying something about me and JC. I only wanted to know what you were saying about us.” He looked Justin square in the eyes and his expression softened. “Thank you. I didn’t tell you that earlier, but the lengths you and Joey and Chris are willing to go to for me and Josh really mean a lot.”

“Lance –“

“No, just listen to me. I’ve had a lot of relationships since we’ve all been together but never have I felt so supported.” He saw guilt flash in Justin’s eyes. “And now I know why I was never fully supported by all of you. You knew those women were never right for me. So don’t feel guilty. I’m certainly not mad about it.”

“But –“

Lance stood up and placed his hand of Justin’s shoulder. “No buts. Overhearing that conversation proved to me that I’m the luckiest man on earth to have you four for friends. And, Justin,” Lance squatted down next to his chair and met his eyes seriously, “if you need any help at all with Joey, let me know. After all,” he grinned, “I set up this rooming shindig, and if I can do that, I can finagle you and Joey some time together.”

Hurriedly Lance jumped to his feet when he saw Justin sputtering for words. Maybe he shouldn’t have admitted to setting up the rooming deal.

“Bass, don’t you dare tell me you’re the reason Joey and I are sleeping in separate rooms.” Lance didn’t take his eyes off Justin as he backed toward the door. He really should have waited until he was closer to the door to tell Justin that little piece of information.

“Uh, did I say that? Nope. I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me!” Lance was nearly to the door, but Justin was advancing quickly.

“Lance,” Justin snarled, “you had better run.”

With that warning Lance turned around and dashed for the door. He could hear Justin right behind him, and he yanked the door open and sprinted down the hall toward JC’s room. Please, God, let Josh be really close to the door cause I don’t have a key.

Down the hallway, Lance saw JC holding an ice bucket and pushing the door open. Thank you, God! He looked over his shoulder to see Justin closing in on him and with a final burst of speed he slipped past an open mouthed JC and dragged him into the room with him. Just as the door clicked shut, he heard Justin’s fists connect with the hard wood. “I’m gonna get you for this, Lance!” Justin’s voice was muffled significantly by the door and Lance couldn’t help laughing.

He walked back over to the door and looked out the peephole. “One of these days you’ll thank me for this, Justin!”

“Not likely.” The rest of what Justin said was lost in mumbles as he reluctantly headed back to his room.

“Well, I take it your conversation went well.”

“Oh, yeah. He’s a little resentful over some things right now but in the long run he’s gonna thank me.” Lance flopped back on the bed and kicked his shoes off.

The bed depressed between Lance’s legs as JC climbed up on the bed with him. Before he knew it, JC had straddled him and was settling comfortably on his thighs. “So did he confess about Joey? Or did you have to drag it out of him?

Lance kneaded JC’s thighs as he lay there looking into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. He made a mental note to thank Justin once more. This time for kicking him out of his room so he could spend the night with JC.

“Lance.” JC nudged him with a knee.

“Sorry. Yeah, the boy caved so fast it would have made your head spin.”

“Really? What’d he say?”

Lance let his hands wander up JC’s chest tracing the hard ridges of muscle until his fingers were buried solidly in the silky hair at the nape of JC’s neck. “Nuh uh,” he tugged gently and JC leaned down. “I’m not telling. Tomorrow is your night with him.” His lips caressed JC’s softly. “You can ask him then.”

Oh, JC definitely had things to talk with Justin about. Clarification of a certain overheard conversation immediately came to mind. But, JC thought as he turned his attention to Lance, right now he had more important matters to tend to. “Mmm, in that case,” he braced his arms on either side of Lance and leaned down until their were almost touching again, “I have an idea of what we should do for the rest of the night.”

“You do?” Lance could feel his breathing begin to become slightly ragged as JC dropped little kisses on his chin.

“I sure do.” He captured Lance’s lips in a more passionate kiss. “Wanna hear about it?”

TBC…

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