Tabu

Backstreet Boys adventures, as Chris had dubbed them, were always interesting, Joey thought. He had heard Chris and Lance talking about making a trip to Boston and when he found out it would include an almost guaranteed run in with at least one of the Backstreet Boys he knew he had to join them. Smitten Chris and jealous Lance were too good to pass up. Howie Durough was opening a second nightclub, this time in Boston, Tabu Too it was to be called. Chris was looking forward to seeing his old friend - read: object of his desire - and getting out of Orlando for a while, for something other than a tour or television appearance. Lance wanted to check out the competion - read: make sure Chris didn't manage to hook up with Howie - he'd already started making plans for his own club. "What's this I hear about Boston?" Joey asked casually. Lance smiled, "Howie's got a club opening. He invited Chris and we thought we'd make an appearance." "Wanna come?" Chris asked. "The more the merrier." "This weekend?" Joey said. "Maybe, lemme think about it, I'll ask Justin too. He was just talking about wanting to get out of Dodge. Something about Britney and her family." Joey shook his head, "I'm not real sure." "Cool, just let me know as soon as possible so I can talk to Sarah about getting more rooms." "Okay." Joey said wandering off to find Justin. After a little convincing, and a promise of an earth shattering blowjob, Joey got Justin to agree to go to Boston. Britney was going to be in town with her family, and Joey wanted some uninterrupted time with Justin, without having to make excuses for why they were spending so much time together. Justin tried to keep his excitement at bay; he was really looking forward to this time with Joey. Things had been so hectic lately; they hadn't had a chance to explore their new relationship. At first he was skeptical about the trip to Boston. He wanted to get away from the other members of *NSYNC not to go on a trip with them. He was sick of Chris' chattering and practical jokes, and Lance's bossiness and holier than thou attitude. Eventually he agreed and packed his bags with a grin on his face, anticipating the way he and Joey would spend the weekend. ------ The four men arrived at the hotel; Justin lagged behind watching Joey tip the driver. He was tired already, their flight was delayed, and Chris had been abnormally obnoxious during the flight. Justin had even switched seats with Lance to get away from his over-exuberant friend. Justin knew he was being sensitive, but for some unexplained reason, Chris' behavior was grating on his nerves even more than usual. Part of it he knew was Chris' excitement over getting to see Howie. Justin and Joey had discussed it, and decided that Chris had a very serious crush on Howie. They'd also agreed that the reason the two of them had never hooked up was because Chris seemed to act like a four-year old on a sugar high every time they were within the vicinity of a Backstreet member. It annoyed Justin; Joey simply found it amusing. Before leaving Orlando Lance had explained that they had only been able to get two rooms, he blathered on about an attempt to get additional rooms but neither Joey nor Justin paid much attention. They each figured that they would be sharing a room if anything it seemed to make things easier - less sneaking around. Now they had an excuse to share a room. As Joey and Justin dealt with the luggage, Chris and Lance went into the hotel and checked in. After a few minutes Chris walked back out to hand them the keys and said, "Rooms 815, and 817" before jogging back inside to catch up with Lance. Justin waited by the lobby doors until Joey finished helping the bellhop load the bags onto the cart. With a nod to the bellboy Joey turned to Justin with a smile and headed into the hotel. Lugging the backpack he'd carried onto the plane, Justin followed closely behind. Once they were alone in the elevator Justin rested his head on Joey's shoulder. "I missed you," he said. "I was sitting next to you for most of the day," Joey responded but smiled at Justin. "Soon you'll have me all to yourself." Justin grinned, looking cheerful for the first time in hours. He heard the ding of the elevator, indicating their floor and straightened himself, taking a step away from Joey. The pair tromped tiredly down the hall to their room, stopping in front of two open doors. Rooms, 815 and 817. Joey peered inside the first one - he could see Lance's laptop sitting on the edge of the double bed on the far side of the room. He moved passed the first door and could hear Chris jabbering about something from the depths of the second room. Turning to Justin, Joey shrugged and watched as Justin's contented face was replaced by one filled with helplessness and frustration. Joey shrugged again, offering a sympathetic smile. In an unspoken agreement they decided that Justin would go with Lance. Both men fully aware that Justin couldn't deal with Chris - especially now. They started to enter their respective rooms but stopped at the doorways and turned back towards one another. Justin groaned quietly, and Joey echoed the sound. Justin looked at Joey with a familiar pout and whispered, "The trip has been ruined before it's really started." Joey nodded, "I know." Then he forced a smile to his lips; "Maybe it will be okay." They stood there in silence, reading the disappointment in each other's eyes, not knowing what to do about it. Finally Joey moved, blowing Justin a silent kiss and stepping into the doorway. He stood there for a moment as he watched Justin walk into the hotel suite and shut the door behind him, reading dejection in the slump of Justin's shoulders. Justin entered the room dumping his bag on the bed turning to Lance, who was bent over behind the desk looking for an Ethernet connection for his laptop. As Lance stood up Justin said, " I figured you and Chris would want to share a room. You guys will probably be going to the club together and this trip was your idea." Lance shrugged, "Nah, it really doesn't matter does it?" Trying not to pout or show his disappointment Justin said, "Guess not" even though it did matter, and this time with Joey had been all he'd been able to think of the last few days. The disappointment stung. Justin continued looking at Lance, debating weather to press the issue. He was just about to speak, when he a knock at the door. It was the bellboy with the luggage, he accepted that the decision had been made for him. Joey and Chris' luggage had already been dropped off. Lance rushed forward with a tip and the bags were deposited in the clothing alcove. As the door shut behind the hotel employee Justin sank down onto his bed in frustration and exhaustion. Justin decided just to try to get some sleep, hoping that the morning would bring a better day. He showered quickly and slipped into an oversized shirt and a pair of well-worn boxers. He fell asleep to the sound of Lance typing away on his laptop. ----- Justin awoke to the sun shining in his eyes from a gap in the curtains; he lifted an arm to shield his eyes, and rolled over to figure out why Joey wasn't spooned against him. It was then he remembered the events of the day before. With a groan he slid his legs from beneath the covers. He stretched and glanced around the room, looking for the clock. It was already after nine, he wondered if Joey was up. Justin didn't have to wait long, a knock, an obnoxious combination of short and long raps that could only come from Chris, echoed from the other side of the hotel room door. Justin stood from the bed and went to answer it. He could hear Chris jabbering excitedly as he reached the door, the door swung open and Chris barreled into the room, followed by a noticeably more sedate Joey. As Chris headed for Lances sleeping form, buried under the blankets, Joey and Justin shared a semi-private hello. Chris pounced and prodded until Lance shot up, shoving Chris away and running a hand through his mussed hair. "Lay off Chris" he growled. Chris bounced up and down a few times on the mattress and then settled down. He stared at Lance, expectantly until Lance finally said, "What do you want? We're on vacation, why are you waking me up?" Chris just smiled. "Dude," Joey said, "he's been up since the crack of dawn. I practically had to use restraints to keep him from barging in here before now." Lance rolled his eyes, "Why, exactly?" "Well, we've got to eat don't we?" Chris said, "The last thing I had was that snack on the airplane last night. And later Howie's going to give us a tour of the club. We get to see it before it even opens." "Who cares," Justin mumbled. Joey shot him a warning look and Justin sighed. Joey casually slipped his arm behind Justin's back laying it on the bed before slowly bringing it forward to rest against the soft material of Justin's T-shirt. As Chris and Lance continued the discussion of the plans for the day Joey massaged the small of Justin's back, slipping his fingers under the material of the shirt to touch the smooth skin. Justin closed his eyes, leaning into Joey a little, blocking the sound of Lance and Chris, and concentrating on the feel of Joey's fingers dancing over his skin. Neither man noticed the first time Lance called their names. "Joey? Jus?" Lance said again. "Humm?" Justin said, jerking his eyes open and pulling away from Joey. "Yeah?" Lance examined his friends for a moment before reiterating his question, "How does that sound to you guys?" "What?" Joey asked, trying not to show his embarrassment, "I was kind of spacing out there for a second." "Let's just go." Chris said. "Lance get dressed." He added with a nod. "Justin you too. Chop chop." As the day wore on, each glimpse of Joey was bittersweet for Justin. He knew that he was probably seeing more of Joey than he would if they were at home in Orlando. However, it wasn't the same as if Justin were actually with Joey, it wasn't even close to what he had expected and hoped for. He tried to look at it from a positive angle, telling himself that even brief and casual contact with Joey made the trip worthwhile. Justin still longed to touch Joey. To have the freedom to curl around him at night to and to be able talk to him without feeling as if someone were watching his every move. He hoped that when they finally met up with Howie some of the attention would be directed elsewhere and he and Joey would have more time together. ----- "Howieeee," Chris practically squealed, running towards his old friend and enveloping him in a hug. "How you been?" "Good, you?" Howie asked with a smile, then turned to greet Justin, Joey and Lance who had closed the distance to where he and Chris stood. Lance greeted Howie with cold indifference; he put on his brightest Hollywood smile and tried not to cringe every time Howie made Chris laugh, or Chris casually touched Howie's arm while talking. The tour was probably only interesting to Chris, who hung on Howie's every word. Lance tried to look at it from a business standpoint but it was hard to get excited over a few sparsely decorated rooms and a small stage. There was something almost seedy about a club during the daylight hours he thought. Even brand new this place seemed dank and dingy. Without the crush of bodies and thumping music it was just another building. Lance gritted his teeth and Chris and Howie spoke in low tones, bending their heads together and laughing softly. Justin and Joey stood to the side casually, not saying much. Occasionally one of them would speak quietly to the other but they mostly stayed silent, nodding appropriately when Howie went on about another boring aspect of the club. Lance wondered if he was this boring when he rambled on about his projects. Eventually, Howie noticed that Chris was monopolizing his attention. Gradually, Howie managed to engage each of them in conversation. He pulled Joey in by asking about Brianna, oohing and ahhing over pictures when Joey fished them out of his wallet. He hooked Justin by mentioning The Justin Timberlake foundation and talking about his own philanthropic interests. When Justin responded with questions about the Dorough Lupus Foundation he seemed generally interested. Lance, watched all of this trying to remain neutral and not form a solid opinion of Howie until he really got to know him. He knew he was predisposed to dislike him, because jealousy will do that to a person. But, it really wasn't Howie's fault Chris had an enormous, oblivious crush on him. It wasn't until later, when Howie took them all out for an early dinner that Lance had a chance to talk with him one on one. He carefully explained the ideas for his own place, charmed when Howie seemed as enthusiastic about it as he did. By the time the meal ended Lance and Howie were so wrapped up in talk of liquor licenses and fire regulations neither one noticed Chris glaring at them, his eyes shooting daggers. ----- Back at the hotel the men relaxed for a while before showering and getting ready for the club opening. With a bit of preplanning Joey and Justin coaxed Lance and Chris to their showers first, then Joey snuck out of his room for a quick moment with Justin. They met in the entryway, Justin standing guard, waiting for Joey's soft knock. The door was just sliding into its frame when Justin pinned Joey up against the wall. He pressed his entire length against Joey's wanting to be as close as possible. Justin stepped back a little, running his hands lightly over Joey's chest. "I've missed you." Joey leaned in, brushing Justin's lips with his own. "I've missed you too." Justin gripped Joey's shoulders, his fingers splayed over the soft material, warmed by the heat of Joey's skin. He deepened the kiss, nipping Joey's bottom lip, then his upper lip and lightly traced the outline of Joey's mouth with his tongue. Joey opened his mouth allowing Justin's tongue to slide inside. The kiss continued for a few minutes until Justin drew back, slipping his head into the crook of Joey's neck. "Let's just tell them we want to room together." Joey sighed, and ran a comforting hand over Justin's back. "They'll want to know why." "I don't care," Justin practically whined. "I just know I'd enjoy this a lot more if it were just you and me - alone." "I know, and I know Chris has been getting on your nerves lately, but you love hanging out with him." Joey placed a quick kiss on Justin's forehead, "Lance too. You're just pouting." Justin began placing kisses around the collar of Joey's shirt. The kisses were soon followed by light sweeps of Justin's tongue. Joey shivered, his grip tightened on Justin's arms. "Justin. Stop." Justin continued his little licks and kisses, "Why?" He asked softly. "You're making me hard, and Lance will be out of the shower soon." Justin straightened, his lips moved to Joey's ear "I want you", he murmured. He spread his legs, pressing more firmly against Joey until Joey could feel Justin's erection pressing against his thigh. Justin slid back down Joey's torso, this time lavishing the other side of Joey's neck with kisses and nibbles. Justin's hand made it's way down to Joey's crotch he squeezed gently, smiling when he heard a moan escape Joey's lips. Justin's smile turned to a gasp when Joey suddenly pulled Justin up from the spot at his neck. He grasped Justin by the arms and attacked his mouth with a long hard kiss. The kiss ended just as quickly as it had begun. Joey pulled away saying; "I'm going back to my room." Justin frowned, and then quickly smiled. He ran his hand lightly over his crotch. "I'll be thinking about you in the shower. Joey groaned, and briefly closed his eyes. "Think of me" Justin called out as the door closed between them. ----- They arrived at the club fairly early, surprised to see that it was already quite crowded. Chris' eyes swept the crowd searching for Howie. "I'm going to get a drink" Lance said, and took off in the direction of the bar. "Let's find a table. Joey said, leading Justin towards the back of the club. They found an empty table and settled in. Taking it the nighttime atmosphere of the club, noting how different it looked with the lights dimmed, filled with people and pulsing music. Chris watched Lance walk of toward the bar, then headed into the swarm of people. There wasn't much dancing, and he suspected the clientele was of a slightly higher caliber than one could expect on any given night. He recognized a few celebrities and nodded his head politely in recognition as he passed. He didn't see Howie anywhere. It wasn't until he had made his way across the entire dance floor and was nearing the bar that he spotted him. Howie was standing near the bar talking to Lance, he had his head tilted up and Lance's was angled down, they were both laughing. Howie's eyes met Lance's as he took the glass of amber colored liquor from Lance's hand and sipped slowly before handing it back. Chris saw Lance say something in response, then Howie's eyes fluttered shut and his cheeks appeared to flush. He glanced back up at Lance through his eyelashes. Lance moved a bit closer to Howie, reaching out and touching him on the shoulder, leaning down to whisper something in his ear. Lance was flirting with Howie, that much was obvious to Chris but it appeared that Howie was flirting back. Chris felt a jolt of red-hot jealousy course through his veins. He felt a combination of anger, resentment and dejection. It wasn't just Howie's possible interest in Lance; he also realized how much he had come to depend upon Lance's almost ever-presence in his life. Instead of interrupting Howie and Lance, Chris went to the other side of the bar and ordered a drink. Chris sat at the bar, ordering drink after drink as he watched Howie circulate, he was almost as good as Lance as schmoozing. Lance and Howie. Howie and Lance, they were a lot alike Chris realized. He wondered why he'd never seen it before. Of course, Chris knew Lance a lot better. He knew that Lance wasn't as sweet as he let people think he was. Underneath that down home boy charm was a shrewd businessman. Part of Howie's appeal was that his generosity and charisma seemed sincere. Chris didn't get the same feeling from Howie as he did from Lance. He thought Howie always shot from the hip, as opposed to Lance who was a nice guy, but he'd do or say just about anything to get what he wanted. As Howie approached him from across the room Chris noticed another thing they had in common. Their eyes both lured and hypnotized. Howie's were deep, dark chocolate. Pretty doe eyes, with long lashes. Unlike Lances, which sometimes seemed cold and forbidding, Howie's eyes were always warm; they constantly seemed to be smiling. He wondered if Howie would have the same dry sense of humor as Lance. Or if he'd be able to tell when Howie was nervous by the timber of his voice. As Howie grew closer, Chris couldn't help but smile. After all he didn't really have a reason to be upset. "Hi" Howie said, leaning forward speaking directly into Chris' ear, to be heard over the din. Howie's hair brushed Chris' cheek, and he inhaled breathing in clean shampoo, expensive cologne and the barest hit of Howie's own natural fragrance. Chris' smile grew wider. "Hi." "I was looking for you earlier. I found Lance, and Joey and Justin but you were missing." Chris laughed softly, "I was here." "So." Howie gestured, his hand sweeping the room. "What do you think?" "I'm impressed. It looks a lot different at night." Chris squeezed Howie's knee "Congratulations. You pulled it off." Howie grinned, "I guess I did, huh." Chris nodded. "Definitely" "So, are you coming back tomorrow night? Howie asked, "They'll be less talking, more dancing." "I wouldn't miss it." ----- Justin walked out of the bathroom with a frown, tugging at his jacket and then fussing with his collar. He continued peering down at himself adjusting his outfit until he felt a big hand run softly over his shoulder. "You look good baby." Joey said, his voice warm and loving. Justin cocked an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder at Joey. "Baby?" Joey stammered for a moment pulling away from Justin and then stopping in his tracks. He stood in the middle of the hotel room completely silent, standing perfectly still, avoiding Justin's gaze and blushing. Justin watched as Joey came to a standstill. His eyes searched Joey's face and the smirk on his face grew wider as he waited for Joey to say something. After an unnaturally silent moment Joey mumbled, "Um, yeah. You know. It just kind of slipped out." Justin moved forward, meeting Joey in just a few short steps. He took Joey gently by the shoulder and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. "You're fuckin' sexy when you blush," he said, his voice husky with emotion. Joey smiled, and felt a stirring between his legs at the sultry sound of Justin's voice. Justin leaned in quickly finding Joey's mouth, grinding his crotch into Joey's. "If you call me baby, can I call you Daddy?" Justin asked and then lowered his mouth so that his teeth grazed Joey's Adams apple. Joey groaned and said, "I don't think that's a good idea." Justin's tongue began to tease him, leaving a trail of tingling skin around Joey's neck. His tongue dipped into the collar of Joey's shirt, where it buttoned shut. "Gets you hard, eh?" Joey gulped and Justin fell to his knees grasping Joey's belt for support. Joey moaned as Justin's fingers undid the belt buckle and then moved to the fastening on Joey's pants. Justin's fingers dipped into the opening in Joey's boxers. Joey whimpered "Justin," and Justin glanced up, locking eyes with Joey. Justin's lips curled up in a feral grin, "You can call me baby." In a single movement he extracted Joey's penis from the confines of his pants and engulfed the head. Justin felt Joey's body stiffen as Justin slid most of his length into his mouth. He drew back a little swirling his tongue over the head and then rubbing the tip over the crease in his lips. "Fuck, fuck, Justin" Joey panted. "Mumm?" Justin asked, he peered up at Joey but didn't remove his mouth from Joey's penis. "We... Hold up." Joey gently pushed Justin's head away. "We don't have time for this." Justin smirked, "it's not going to take that long Joe." "Wait." Joey inhaled, trying to clear his head. Trying not to think of Justin between his legs and that pretty pink mouth on his cock. "We're supposed to meet Lance and Chris downstairs for dinner - remember?" "I don't care." Justin said, taking Joey's erection into his hand. "I need you - need this." Joey nodded and Justin exhaled then lowered his mouth to Joey's cock and sliding it between his lips. Justin sucked gently on the head for a moment before dipping his head, allowing Joey's entire penis to fill his mouth. His head wasn't able to bobble more than a few times before Joey grunted, tilting his hips forward and throwing his head backward he came. Justin allowed the flaccid length of Joey's penis to slip from between his swollen lips. He stood up slowly, on shaky legs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Joey studied him with glazed eyes, "Bed" he mumbled, taking Justin by the hand, leading him across the room to the bed, trying not to stumble over his pants, which were still puddled around his ankles. Joey slipped his shoes off one at a time, and stepped out of his pants. He pushed Justin onto the bed and leaned over him, unfastening Justin's belt buckle with one hand and fumbling with the buttons on his shirt with the other. "Joey, Let me help." Justin said laughing. He began to work the buttons of his shirt. "You already came remember?" Joey leaned down further to kiss Justin. Placing repeated kisses on his lips, scattering them over Justin's jaw and down his neck. "You haven't." Joey stepped back from the bed and yanked Justin's pants off in one swift motion "You were right, we needed this." His hand curled around Justin's boxer-clad erection. "Want you," Joey moaned. They kissed again Joey's tongue darted into Justin's mouth, circling and lapping, sweeping Justin's teeth. Justin sat up, pushing Joey away as he fought with his remaining clothing. He slipped his arms free of his shirt and reached up to unbutton Joey's. He then slid his boxers down his legs, tossing them to the floor. He leaned back on his elbows watching Joey struggle with the buttons on his cuffs. Once Joey was completely naked he shoved Justin back on the bed roughly, his hand cradled Justin's erection as he covered him with his body. He settled over Justin with practiced ease and kissed him with a renewed fervor. ------ "Where the fuck are they?" Chris asked. "I don't know Chris." Lance said patiently. "I've been with you remember?" "Did you call them? We did say 8:00 right?" "They aren't answering either of the room phones or their cell phones. And yes, we said 8:00." Lance glanced at his watch which read, 8:45. Maybe I should go up and check on them." "Yeah," Chris growled. "You do that - because if they are there I'm likely to strangle them." "Just go tell the Maitre'd to seat you, get a drink or an appetizer or something." "Fine." Chris said. "If they aren't in the rooms, well just go ahead and eat and go to the club." Lance said with a smile, "Don't worry you'll get to see Howie." He tried to keep his voice light and cheerful as he added the last part. "What? Howie? I just want to dance is all." Chris said. Lance didn't say anything he shot Chris one last look that said, 'sure, I believe you' and made his way to the elevator bank. Lance decided to check his room first, he slid the key-card into the slot, and pushed the door open, entering the dimly lit room. Justin and Joey lay side by side on the bed, they were definitely kissing and they were definitely naked. Or at least Justin was, Lance couldn't see much of Joey. Joey's dark head hovered over Justin's, his fingers laced in Justin's curls. Justin's bare back was facing the door - naked from head to toe. One of Joey's legs had thread its way in-between Justin's, the dark hair an evident contrast against Justin's golden skin. Lance came to a stand still, a few feet in the door. His jaw dropped open, his mouth agape. He must have made some sort of noise a moan of surprise perhaps, deep in his throat. Whatever it was, it was enough for Joey to notice and look up. Joey quickly found the blanket, throwing it haphazardly over Justin before grinning at Lance "We're not going to make it tonight." He said. Lance nodded dumbly, still staring at the two of them. "Um. Okay" he started, he shook his head as if to clear it. "But when and what?" Lance stopped speaking. "Woah." Justin finally turned on the bed, "Lance" he smiled widely, "Would you get the fuck out?" Lance turned, facing the doorway. "Okay." He stopped with his hand on the doorknob; "Okay but you could have just told me. I mean." he stumbled over the words uncomfortably. "Later Lance," Joey said, "We'll talk about it later." ----- Lance sat down at the table quickly; not even looking at Chris until he was settled with the napkin a neat rectangle, spread across his lap. His cheeks were pinked and his eyes a bit glassy. Chris didn't seem to notice. Lance took a deep breath and a sip of water and reached for the menu. "So?" Chris asked. "Find them?" "Um. Yeah. They aren't coming tonight." Lance forced a smile to his lips. "Looks like it's just the two of us." "They aren't coming? They never show up and then they are just not coming? There has to be more to it than that Lance" Chris said, his high voice carrying over the restaurant. "There is" Lance glanced around, "But this isn't the time or the place." Lance sighed, "Let's just eat Chris." ----- Once they were in the car, headed for the club, Chris asked again, "Tell me now. What are Joey and Justin doing and why did they just stand us up?" Lance glared at Chris, "I don't know why." Lance paused, debating about how much to tell Chris. "I walked in on them naked and kissing." "Naked and kissing, together? Like alone, together?" "Yes." "They're fucking?" Chris said softly, almost to himself. "They're fucking," he said again this time a little louder. "Jeez Chris - I guess." Chris was silent for a moment while he thought. "Do you think this just started?" Lance shook his head, "No, I was thinking about it at dinner. I think it's been going on a while. They just didn't tell us for some reason." "Why didn't they tell us?" Chris asked, he sounded indigent. "I don't know Chris, why haven't you ever told Howie you have a thing for him?" Lance said, defensively. His voice softened. "We all have things that we keep to ourselves. Who knows why?" "How do you know about Howie?" "Chris," Lance sighed "the whole fucking world, except maybe Howie, knows." "I'm that obvious?" "Yes." Lance laughed, "you're like a puppy." "'m not a fucking puppy," Chris mumbled. Lance merely shook his head and chuckled. "What about you?" Chris eventually asked. "What are you keeping to yourself?" "Nothing," Lance said. "Liar." Lance stayed silent. ----- Chris danced, losing himself in the rhythm of the music and the pressure of curvaceous bodies pressed against his. Floral perfume ticked his nose, reminding him of just who exactly he wasn't dancing with. He closed his eyes again, pressing closer to the body gyrating against his. It wasn't until one of their songs came on, some up-tempo remix that he thought of Lance and their conversation in the car. Chris pulled away from his dance partner with a smile, parting with a mouthed "thanks" and wink. His eyes scanned the club as he made his way to the VIP area. He saw Lance, sitting at a booth, toying with the tumbler he held in his hands. Staring desolately at the liquid as it splashed against the sides of the glass. Chris slid noiselessly into the booth. "If you knew I had a thing for Howie why were you hitting on him last night?" His voice was low, with a bit of an edge. Lance was silent for a moment, and when he looked at Chris his eyes were cold and sober. "I wasn't" "Lance," Chris sighed, "don't lie to me. I saw you." "I wasn't hitting on him, it was casual flirting. I do it all the time, with everyone it's not a big deal." Chris didn't say anything he continued staring at Lance. "Flirting doesn't always mean something Chris, sometimes it's just friendly." "Did it mean something this time?" Lance cupped his chin in his hand, rubbing a thumb over his stubble absentmindedly. "It's like with you guys." Chris' eyes narrowed, "You've never flirted with any of us and meant it?" Chris wondered why he had to fight the hope from creeping into his voice. Lance shrugged. Chris continued, "I mean obviously it means something when Joey and Justin flirt, we were all just too blind to see it." "True." "You never answered my question. Did it mean something this time?" Lance flushed and he shifted his gaze to his lap. "Maybe." "I'll take that as a yes." Chris said and started to stand up. Lance reached out, wrapping a hand around Chris' wrist and pulling him down. "It's not what you think." Once Chris was sitting Lance said, "I was jealous." "Jealous because Howie liked me? But he doesn't? Does he?" Lance laughed nervously, "I wouldn't be so sure of that - but no." Lance took a deep breath. "JealousbecauseyoulikedHowie andnotme." Chris blinked. Then he burst into laughter. "Perfect." Chris said. "That's perfect. All we need now is for Howie to have a thing for you and we'll have a picture perfect love-triangle." "Excuse me," Lance said coldly, grabbing his jacket and sliding from the booth. Chris didn't have a chance to stop him before he was making his way through the crowd of people. Chris rushed after him. Lance had made it all the way to the lobby of the club before Chris reached him, there were several small groups of people milling around but it was relatively quiet. Chris reached out, grasping Lance by the shoulder, spinning him around. "Don't touch me," Lance said, pulling away. "Come on Lance, just talk to me." "No, I fucking told you that I have feelings for you and you laugh." A short choked sound left Lance's throat. "I didn't know I was so funny." "It's not that." Chris reached out placing his arm on Lance's arm. Lance shook him off again, "How would you feel if you told Howie and he laughed at you?" Chris' face fell. "I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you. It's just the situation. Come on Lance, you have to admit this whole thing is pretty fucked up." "I don't have to admit anything. Now leave me alone. I'm going to the hotel." "Please, Lance. Don't go. We need to talk about this." "Why? You obviously don't feel the same way so what's the point? This really isn't the place to have this conversation anyway." "Okay, listen Lance." Chris pulled him off to the side, giving them a little more privacy. "I've known you since before you had hair on your chest. You can't just expect to drop a bomb like that and have everything be hunky dory." Lance glared at him; "It would if you felt the same way." Chris rubbed a hand over his forehead "No. I mean. Come on Lance." Chris glanced around, "You're right this isn't the best place to be having this conversation." "I'm just going to go back to the hotel and go to sleep." "Wait, wait. I don't want you leaving until we settle this. Please." "What's there to settle. You wanted the truth, I gave it to you." Chris made a frustrated growl deep in his throat. He threw up his hands, "Okay. Let's go. We can talk about this back at the hotel. I'll just go tell Howie we're leaving." ----- Lance was waiting in the car when Chris emerged from the club. They traveled in silence, sitting in opposite sides of the limo. "I'm sorry," Chris said. Lance looked at him in surprise; Chris didn't apologize very often. "I didn't mean to laugh at you. Call it a nervous reaction. I don't know." Chris fiddled with the knobs on the console nervously. "You took me by surprise." "Maybe I should be the one who's sorry. Maybe I should have flirted more or followed you around like a puppy." "I guess there's no easy way to tell one of your bandmates 'hi my penis likes you'" Chris said, sardonically. Lance just laughed. "Admit it, you think I'm sexy. You want my body." Lance grinned despite himself, "It's more than that. It's." "Just. Shut up." Chris said, leaning forward to kiss Lance. The kiss wasn't sweet or chaste, or anything at all like a typical first kiss. Chris' tongue darted out; sweeping Lance's lips, which parted automatically, their tongues curled together fluttering and stroking. Lance moaned and grasped Chris arms, pulling him forward into his lap. Chris lurched forward, knocking Lance's teeth with an audible clink. He pulled away laughing rubbing his teeth with a finger and settled himself on Lance's lap. They kissed again. Chris swept his tongue over Lance's teeth to soothe the spot where he'd bumped them. The kiss lingered, a tangle of lips and tongues and teeth. Lance pulled away, regaining his breath. "Stop." He said, when Chris bent his head for another kiss. "This isn't what I wanted." "You're a lying bastard." Lance laughed, "I know" He brushed his lips against Chris', "You're an obnoxious jerk." Chris smiled so widely even his eyes shone, "I know." ----- The minute they were inside the hotel room Chris lunged for Lance, attaching his mouth to Lance's neck while his hands roamed his back. "I thought you didn't want this." Lance said. "I thought you did." "I don't want a pity fuck." Chris kissed Lance, his fingers edging the bottom of his shirt, teasing the skin above Lance's waistband. "Look, I didn't know what I wanted." Chris said, his eyes dark and serious. "Now I do." Lance nodded, it was enough. He pulled his shirt over his head and began unbuttoning his pants. Chris reached out, taking Lance's hand and replacing it with his own. "Let me do that," He murmured. He pushed Lances slacks and boxers down, exposing his half-hard penis. His fingers brushed Lance's stomach and thighs. He pulled off Lance's socks, running a finger over the pronounced curve of his instep then sliding his hands up Lance's legs. Lance unbuttoned Chris' shirt, placing kiss after kiss on his chest as it was revealed. When he reached Chris' waist and placed a soft kiss above his navel Chris moaned, taking Lance's hand and placing it over the tenting material of his pants. Lance smiled and unbuttoned Chris' pants pushing them down his legs. Teasingly, he pulled down the clingy material of Chris' boxer-briefs, trailing his tongue along the exposed skin of Chris' outer thigh. Lance stood from the bed, guiding Chris out of the clothing bunched around his feet. They slid beneath the sheets together. Lance reached for Chris' cock, wrapping his hand around the stocky length. "Do you have stuff?" "Stuff?" Chris asked. "Condoms, lube. that kind of stuff." Chris arched into Lance's hand, "Shit, no. I didn't think about it." Lance grinned and began moving his hand up and down slowly; "You didn't plan on getting lucky with Howie?" Chris' eyes fluttered shut, "No. Not really." Placing a quick kiss on Chris' lips Lance let Chris slide from his hand, "Hold that thought." He left the bed and threw on his slacks, heading for the door. Barefoot and shirtless he knocked on the door to his and Justin's room; he didn't feel like a repeat performance. "Who is it?" He heard. "It's Lance. Just open the door." Justin came to the door, wearing a pair of loose-fitting boxers; Joey's Lance thought, and a T-shirt. "I thought, maybe you could stay with Chris." Justin asked hopefully. "I am. I just need a few things. Condoms and lube actually. I figured you guys came prepared." Justin's eyes widened. "Condoms and lube? For what?" Joey laughed, pulling Justin against him and cuffing him in the head lightly, "The usual I'd assume." Lance grabbed his bag throwing a few things into it and hefting it onto his shoulder, while Justin rummaged through his duffel pulling out a bottle of lubricant and a box of condoms. "Lucky for you we both brought plenty." Justin said, handing the items to Lance. Lance smirked, "it must be my lucky day." Lance turned and left the room, leaving a stunned Justin and a smirking Joey in his wake. ----- "Miss me?" Lance asked, dropping his pants on the floor and sliding back under the covers to meet Chris. He shivered as he felt the contrast between Chris' heated skin and the still-cool sheets of his side of the bed. "Where were we?" Chris scooted closer to Lance, picking his hand up from where it lay on top of the bedspread and guiding it to his penis. "I think you were here." Cupping Lance's face Chris kissed him softly, then lowered his head, trailing his tongue over Lance's jaw. "And I was here." Lance pushed the covers back, exposing Chris to the knees. He spread out over the bed, settling his head over Chris' crotch. He circled the head of Chris' cock once with his tongue, grinning maniacally when Chris hissed and shifted his legs further apart. He pushed Chris' penis up against his stomach, running his tongue up and down the underside, sweeping lower, lapping at the soft flesh. He circled the head again, drawing it deeper into his mouth this time, letting it lay heavily on his tongue until Chris bucked his hips, asking for more. Instead of giving into Chris' silent demand Lance abandoned his cock, trailing wet, open mouth kisses over his stomach and up his chest. When Lance reached Chris' nipples he drew each one into his mouth swirling his tongue over the sensitive buds of flesh. "Lance" Chris moaned, grinding his crotch against Lance. Lance bit Chris' collarbone lightly, following the nip with a kiss and reached for the condoms. "Ready for this?" he asked as he tore the wrapper open. Chris' breath hitched as he allowed Lance to roll the condom on. Once it was securely in place Chris flipped Lance onto his back. Covering his body with kisses, lapping the responsive areas of Lance's body with his tongue. As his tongue traveled the expanse of Lance's torso Chris applied a generous amount of lube to his fingers and began preparing Lance. Lance hissed as Chris slid one finger in, stretching him gently, working his finger back and forth before adding a second and then a third. Lance clutched at Chris' shoulders urging him on. "Please Chris" he panted. Pressing Lance's knees up and apart he slowly slid in, gasping as the tight heat enveloped him. Lance thrust against him, forcing him all the way inside. They quickly found a rhythm, tuned into the others reaction, meeting each other thrust for thrust, moan for moan. Chris wrapped his hand around Lance's erection moving it up and down in cadence as he moved inside Lance's body. Lance came first, with a swallowed cry, his head thrashing in the pillows. Chris came slowly, his normally high voice deep as he moaned Lance's name, pushing into Lance one final time. Chris collapsed against the bed, falling away from Lance's body. They lay there gathering their breath. Before long Lance heard the nasal sound of Chris snoring and knew he was asleep, he closed his eyes and curled up against Chris, falling deeply into slumber. ----- Lance woke up to find Chris propped up on one elbow, watching him sleep. Lance rolled over, propping his head on Chris' chest and running his fingers through the dusting of hair. "Mmmm," Chris said, and laughed. "What?" Lance asked, pressing a kiss to Chris' chest. "I was thinking. Maybe Howie would like JC." Lance laughed and scooted his way up Chris' body. "Maybe." Their lips met, and Chris rolled over pressing Lance into the sheets. He licked gently behind Lance's earlobe. "I'll have to introduce them," he said, his breath hot in Lance's ear. Lance pulled Chris' head up for a kiss. No more words were spoken.

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