Lance stayed down in the basement a few more moments collecting his thoughts. He wished he could stay down here forever. Upstairs however two men waited for him, and if he didn't make an appearance soon, one of them would come looking for him. He looked over at the wine rack, and decided to grab two bottles. Might as well drink. Maybe then he could forget the situation he was in. Grabbing two bottles, he made his way back up the stairs. He could hear Josh and Justin in the kitchen, and he sighed before entering it. He placed the two bottles of wine on the kitchen counter and wrapped his arm around Josh's waist. Josh smiled down at him, and continued to talk. Lance looked up at Justin and tried to smile, but the look in Justin's eyes made him stop. Justin's eyes looked sad. He was smiling and the laughing, but it didn't reach his eyes. Lance looked down hating the thought that maybe he had put that sadness there. Josh moved away from Lance and walked over to the oven. "Lance go take the wine and Justin to the dining room. I'll be there in a few minutes." Lance nodded as he grabbed the wine. "Follow me." He walked through the kitchen and into the dining room letting the door shut behind him. He turned towards Justin, saw the smile replaced with a small frown. "This sucks, don't it?" Justin nodded his head. "Lance, I.." Lance held up his hand. "We can't talk now. Not here." He sighed. "But we need to talk. Later maybe." Lance heard footsteps coming closer and motioned for Justin to sit down. He busied himself in open the first bottle of wine as Josh walked in carrying the food. Josh looked between the two men before leaving again to retrieve the rest of the meal. "Justin, he cannot know about... I would have to tell him, but I want.." Justin nodded as he sipped at the glass Lance placed in front of him. "He's my friend. I won't tell him." "Okay." Lance took a sip of his own wine before looking at Justin. "Are you even old enough to drink?" "No, but who cares, right?" Josh returned, and sat down. The three men discussed various topics during the meal, but Lance continuously felt Justin's eyes on him throughout it. After they were done eating, the three took the second bottle of wine and moved into the living room. Josh talked more about music and Justin's voice. Lance watched as Justin blushed. His cheeks made redder with the alcohol he had drank. By the time, the second bottle was finished all three men were pretty wasted. Justin sat on the couch leaning his head against the back with his eyes closed. Josh giggled slightly when he heard Justin groan. "I think we got the kid drunk, Lance." "You think?" Lance looked over at Justin and sighed. "He shouldn't drive like this." Justin opened his eyes. "I'm fine," he slurred. Lance laughed. "No, you aren't, baby boy. You're going to stay here tonight." He looked over at Josh. "Guest room made up?" "Yeah." Lance nodded his head. "Then that settles it." Lance yawned. "I'm going up. You make sure he gets to bed okay." Josh nodded as he stood up. "Got it. I'll be up in a few." Lance walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. He ripped off his shirt and threw it to the floor. How would he be able to sleep with Josh in here and have Justin downstairs? continue menu