The next morning Lance woke to find JC resting comfortably half on top of him. Lance would of thought that having someone sleep have on him would squash him, but it felt right having JC there. Later when JC had also awoken they had made sweet love as the world passed by outside, not knowing that two souls were joining as they went about their daily business.
Much later still, the pair eventually ended up in the kitchen with Lance making them something to eat while JC sat at the kitchen table looking at the classified section of the paper looking to see if there were any jobs.
“What are you looking for Josh?” asked Lance curiously looking at away from the stove for a moment.
“A new job,” sighed JC. “Kirkpatrick’s is not more and I need money to send to Heather as well as replace the things I lost in the fire.”
“How much does your sister need?” asked Lance. “I’ll cut her a check.”
“Lance, no,” protested JC. “You’re already doing enough by letting me stay here.”
“I want to Josh,” replied Lance softly. “You mean so much to me. I want to help you find a job too. I’ll hire you. Any job is yours. If you want to sing, you can do that; if you want to write, you can do that.”
“Why are you doing all this?” asked JC.
“You must have missed the part where I said I loved you,” grinned Lance walking away from the stove and sitting down on JC’s lap, who wrapped his arms around Lance’s waist holding him tight. “I met it when I said I loved you baby.”
“And I love you,” replied JC placing a quick kiss on Lance’s lips. “But I feel bad accepting all this charity.”
“It’s not charity,” whispered Lance, running his hand through JC’s hair. “Think of everything as gifts. I want to help you Josh!”
“Okay,” nodded JC before giving Lance another kiss, this time a deeper one, as their tongues eagerly explored the other’s mouth. They stayed that way, under the smoke alarm interrupted them and Lance ended up rushing over to the stove to turn it off.
“Maybe we should go out to lunch?” he observed as the tossed what was remaining of their lunch into the garbage.
“Yeah,” grinned JC and that is what they did, finding a nice, little, romantic café to have their lunch. Afterwards, the pair went shopping, as JC needed plenty of new clothes that Lance bought for him and a cell phone. Throughout the entire shopping trip, JC protested that he didn’t need such expensive stuff but Lance refused to give in and soon JC started to enjoy himself as he eagerly picked out a wide variety of clothing, which mostly included the color pink. Lance had to agree with him though, that pink was a good color on him. Finally, late that evening, the pair arrived back at Lance’s place completely worn out.
“I’m beat,” sighed JC flopping down on his back on the couch and closing his eyes. “All I want to do is sleep!”
“That’s all?” asked Lance innocently as he bent over JC and licked his neck.
“Okay, maybe that’s not all I want to do,” grinned JC as he opened his eyes and tugged Lance down on top of him.
“It’s that so?” asked Lance deviously as he maneuvered himself until his face was hovering right above JC’s.
“Yeah,” nodded JC right before their lips met in a kiss which lasted until they both needed air.
“Let’s go upstairs,” murmured Lance rubbing his face into JC’s neck.
“Why can’t we stay here?” whispered JC, trusting his hips upward to that his erection rubbed against Lance’s.
“Point taken,” murmured Lance as his lips found JC’s once again.
Later after Lance had slipped out of JC, they finally found their way upstairs where they fell tiredly on Lance’s bed, before falling asleep, wrapped in each other arms.
*~*~*
“What are you up to?” asked Lance curiously one evening a week later as he walked over to where JC was busy doing something on the computer.
“You’re home early!” cried JC, surprised as he quickly tried to exit the program he was working on before Lance could see it. Lance however was quicker and was standing behind JC looking at his work.
“Wow, that’s really good,” Lance remarked, impressed. He had no clue that over the past week JC had been teaching himself how to use the graphic program to create various forms of computerized art.
“You think so?” asked JC. “I’ve been teaching myself, little by little each day. I’ve also been learning html and some other computer programs.”
“I should hire you to design my webpage,” commented Lance as he wandered over to the couch and flopped down on it. “We need a webpage. It may draw in more business.”
“Still looking for that one big act, eh?” asked JC as he saved his work and wandered over to the couch to sit down next to Lance. “I’m sorry I can’t much more help to you there. I know you said I could be big but everything is happening just so fast right now. I’ve had nothing for so long and now I’m living in this huge house, with things I could never dream of owning, being in love with someone who I love more than anything and knowing he loves me back.”
“I understand,” replied Lance with a smile as he leaned over and gave JC a quick kiss on the lips. “It’ll work out for itself.”
“You need a break,” declared JC. “We should do something special tonight!”
“Any night with you is special,” smiled Lance making JC blush. “But I see what you mean. We could go out somewhere or something.”
“Okay,” nodded JC. “Why don’t we go visit your friend? The one with the bar?”
“Umm . . . okay,” agreed Lance after a slight pause. For the past week he had cut of all contact with Joey, Justin and any other friend of his as he was still kinda mad at them for trying to keep him from JC.
“Great,” beamed JC as he stood up and bounced upstairs to get ready for their night out. A few hours later the pair was ready to go and soon they were speeding downtown towards Fat-One.
“Oh goody, Justin is performing tonight,” groaned Lance as he and JC sat down in a corner table, while trying to ignore the singing happening on the small stage.
“He’s good,” replied JC, bobbing his head to the music. “Why don’t you sign him?”
“You can’t be serious!” cried Lance in shock. “Justin? Justin Timberlake?”
“Yeah,” nodded JC, giving Lance a grin. “Trust me on this!”
“I’ll think about it,” sighed Lance, wishing he had a drink at that moment.
“I’ll get us some drinks,” smiled JC as if he could read Lance mind. Standing up from the table he gave Lance a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back babe.”
“I’ll miss you,” murmured Lance as he watched JC disappear towards the bar.
JC made his way easily through the crowded bar who all seemed where there for the young man on the stage as he belted out his songs.
Smiling to himself, he was almost to the bar where, to his surprise he saw Chris working, when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
“Leave,” ordered a voice and JC turned around to find himself face to face with a tall Italian.
“Huh?” asked JC confused.
“I saw you come in,” continued the Italian. “I own this place and I don’t want you in here. Now leave or I’ll call the bouncers.”
“I don’t understand,” protested JC as the man signaled to two large black men who quickly made their way over.
“Lonnie, Dre, show this man outside,” ordered the Italian before he wandered off.
“This way, sir,” ordered the taller of the two men and JC had no choice but to follow their orders, all while thinking of Lance, wondering if he was okay.