Lance took a sip of his drink as he leaned against the bar. He looked out onto the dance floor looking for his friends. Tonight had been there night winning all the awards they had, and then performing on stage with Michael Jackson. They were on top of the world. The only thing that would make it better is if he and Justin were off somewhere on there own celebrating, but that would come later. The night was still young.

He finally found Justin out on the dance floor dancing with Britney. They were grinding away to the beat of the music smiling and laughing as they talked to each other. Any other man would be jealous at the show, the two were putting on on the dance floor, but not Lance. He knew he had Justin's love, and at the end of the night, it would be he and Justin that would be together not Justin and Britney.

He turned towards the bar raising his arm to get the bartender's attention so he could order another drink. He leaned against the bar as he waited jumping slightly when he felt a hand on the small of his back. He relaxed as he recognized the hand and the breathing behind him. "Hey, you."

"Hey. Get me a drink, babe. I'm dying over here," Justin said as he wiped his brow.

"Sure," Lance said as he watched the bartender. He ordered two drinks, and then walked over to the booth the group had set aside for them. He placed the drinks on the table, and sat down. Justin sat down next to him slumping down in the seat. "Getting old babe?"

Justin laughed as he shook his head. "No, just been a long day." He picked up his glass and took a sip. "Trying to get me drunk, Lance?"

Lance shrugged his shoulders as he took a sip of his own drink. "Why don't you go back out on the dance floor some more?"

Justin stirred his drink. "In a second. I just wanted to spend some time with you for a little bit."

"Okay." Justin sighed. "What's the matter, babe?"

"It doesn't bother you that me and Brit are out there, does it?"

Lance scanned the area around them quickly before sliding over in the booth so that he was next to Justin. His hand reached for Justin's under the table. "Justin, it doesn't bother me that you dance with her. She's your best friend. I'm the one you'll be going home with tonight." Lance pressed his lips to the spot right beneath Justin's ear before moving to slide back to the other side of the booth.

Justin looked down at his glass on the table before looking up at Lance. "Lance, I..."

"I know, babe. Don't have to say it. Now go back out there. I betcha Brit's looking for her dance partner."

Justin smiled as he drained the rest of his drink. "I won't be much longer. It's getting late."

Lance nodded. "I'll be here when you are ready to go." He watched as Justin disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor. Finishing his drink, he leaned against the back of the booth closing his eyes. The next thing he knew he felt a hand running down his arm. He opened his eyes blinking the sleep away to find Justin standing next to him. "You ready?"

"Yeah. I already told the guys and Brit. You tired?"

Lance stood up as he stretched his arms over his head. "No, I'm fine now."

Justin nodded as he reached for Lance's hand pushing his way through the crowd. When they reached outside, their limo was already there waiting for them. After they got inside, and it pulled away from the curb, Justin lay his head on Lance's shoulder.Lance placed his arm across Justin's shoulder rubbing his arm softly. "If you're tired, take a little nap. I'll wake you when we get to the hotel."

Justin nodded. "Okay, he said with a yawn.

When they pulled up in front of the hotel, Lance shook Justin gently smiling down at him as he watched Justin open his eyes. "Babe, we're here."

He watched Justin nod rubbing his eyes before stepping out of the limo. Luckily there weren't any fans outside the hotel, so the two of them were able to make it to the elevator quickly. When it stopped on their floor, Lance reached for Justin's hand pulling him down the hall to their room.

Once inside, Lance reached to turn on the light, but Justin's hand covered his stopping him. Justin turned him around wrapping his arms around his waist. "I love you, Lance."

"Love you, too, Justin," Lance said before kissing Justin softly. "You okay?"

Justin nodded. "I hate this, Lance."

"What?"

"We win awards. We are biggest band in the world, at least according to Rolling Stone, and yet I can't come right out and say that none of it means a thing to me if I don't have you to share it with you. I can't scream from the rooftops that I'm in love with the most wonderful guy in the world."

"Someday we can do that, baby. I promise you that." Lance placed his hands on Justin's shoulders.

"I wanted to be dancing with you tonight, Lance."

Lance laughed. "Who says we can't dance now? I didn't hear the call for last dance yet."

"But there isn't any music."

Lance shrugged. "Who says we need music?"

Justin chuckled softly as they began to move. Laying his head on Lance's shoulder, Justin sighed. "I like this," he said as he pressed his lips to Lance's neck. Looking up, he trailed his finger across Lance's cheek. "Will you always save the last dance for me?"

"Always, baby."

"Then I can wait to scream from the rooftops."

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