Over the next few weeks, Lance and Josh tried to work things out, but it wasn't as easy as it was the first time. Josh was still mad at Lance for Lance's fling with Justin as he called it. He figured he should have told him about him sooner which Lance agreed. Justin still remained in Lance's thoughts. He wondered what would have happened if maybe he hadn't chosen to stay with Josh that night. What would have Justin done if he had chosen to leave Josh? Did Justin want a relationsip with him? Did Justin feel the same connection between them that he did? Lance turned onto his back and glanced over at the man laying next to him. Since that night Josh had found him and Justin kissing Josh hadn't laid a hand on him. There were no kisses. No small touches as he would pass by. They still slept in the same bed together, but Josh kept to his side not cuddling up to Lance like he used to. Lance wondered if maybe he had made a mistake. The next night Lance came home early for a change. Another thing he hadn't done in awhile. He would rather work late at the office doing mindless paperwork than come home to Josh with his sad and angry looks. He threw his briefcase on the couch, and walked into the kitchen. Leaning on the counter, he smiled over at Josh for a second, but the smile faded as soon as he saw Josh's face. Lance sighed. "What can I say to make this better Josh? I mean it has been a month since that night with Justin. I picked you. I stayed here in our home with you. Isn't that what you wanted?" Josh threw the towel he was wiping his hands on into the kitchen sink. He turned toward Lance eyes blazing. "Is that what I wanted? Yes, it was. What I keep asking myself is if it was what you wanted?" Lance lowered his head, but kept silent. Josh took a step closer leaning against the other aide of the counter. "So is it? Did you really want to choose me that night? Is it really me you see spending the rest of your life with?" Lance closed his eyes and sighed. "This isn't going to work with us. You don't want me anymore. You haven't wanted me for a long time. You want him." Lance finally looked up. "I'm sorry, Josh. I wanted us to work." Josh sighed. "You chose me that night because in your mind you thought that was the right thing to do. But doing the right thing doesn't always make you happy." Josh turned back towards the stove. "He's leaving you know." Lance made a small noise, but no words came out until Josh turned towards him once again. "What? When?" Josh smiled. "He quit his job at the studio yesterday. He said he would be leaving town by the end of the weekend." Josh moved around the counter and kissed Lance softly. "You never kissed me like I saw you kiss him. Go talk to him before he leaves." Josh pulled out a slip of paper out of his pocket, and slipped it into Lance's hand. Lance opened the paper to find an address written on it. He smiled and moved towards the doorway of the kitchen stopping to glance back at Josh one last time. "I didn't mean for this happen you know that. I did love you. I still do. It's just..." "Something you can't explain right?" Lance nodded. "Yeah. Something like that." "Well, then go. You only find that once." Josh waved his hand towards Lance. He watched as Lance walked out the kitchen waiting for the front door to click shut before breathing a shaky sigh. Lance stood in front of the building looking at the slip of paper in his hand. "Well this is the place." He folded the piece of paper, and placed in his pocket before walking up the stairs. He walked through the door, and up the stairs to the third floor. He began to look at apartment numbers finding the one he wanted at the end of the hall. He stood in front of the door for a few moments before raising his hand to knock. When he touched the door, it opened slightly. He took a breath and pushed it open further. He saw Justin standing over by the window with his back to the door. Lance took a step inside, and closed the door behind him. "What are you doing here?" Lance leaned against the door. "Josh told me you were leaving town." Justin turned around and crossed his arms across his chest. "So? It shouldn't matter to you what I do. You chose him." Lance sighed as he took a step forward. "I made a mistake that night, Justin." Lance stopped in front of Justin. "Have you ever done something cause you thought it was the right thing to do?" Justin nodded. Lance sighed. "Well, that is what I did that night. I had been with Josh for so long. I had been in love with him for so long that I thought choosing you after knowing you for less than a day really would be wrong. Josh and I had history. We had just one night." "One great night," Justin whispered softly. Lance chuckled. "Yeah, one great night. I couldn't forget you Justin. You were always in my thoughts. Josh knew that." "I couldn't forget you either. I didn't want to forget you, Lance." Lance reached up and stroked Justin's cheek softly. "You said you weren't going to, remember?" Justin smiled as he let his arms fall at his sides. "Yeah, I do." Justin lowered his head and kissed Lance softly. "So can we have another night?" Lance placed his hands on Justin's waist and took a step closer. He kissed Justin quickly. "We can have a whole lot of nights." The End Menu