Some nights JC stays up, while all the other 'N Syncers are sleeping, and just dreams.
Dreams about his life. Dreams about what he wants. Lance.
His eyes open and he looks at the bed beside him, right into Lance's face. Sleeping face. Closed eyes. Lance's breath is quiet, and he is sort of snoring, very quiet, which you could only hear when it's night. The only thing JC could hear besides Lance was the ticking of the clock on the wall, and the wind brushing the tree branch against the window lightly, tapping against the glass.
JC imagines himself, lying down beside Lance, feeling Lance's breath on his face, while he holds Lance's body tightly between his arms. No one can see them. They can't see anyone. The only thing that is visible in the dark is the fire of the candlelight flickering on the nightstand. He can almost feel Lance's lips on his. Soft, warm lips. Lips he would die for, just to kiss. Tongue slips through his lips, and it caresses his in JC's mouth. And they're kissing. JC looks at Lance's perfect, L'Oreal modelled, blonde hair, and wishes that he could run his hands through it. So his mind suddenly projects the image of JC's hand running through Lance's perfect hair. It's so soft. Just by looking at it, JC can tell.
Suddenly, JC snaps back to reality when Lance's eyes open, the green of it reflecting by the candlelight. He can see, barely, Lance smiling when he sees JC looking at him. He pulls his blanket off and sits up in his bed, staring back at JC. Just staring.
It seemed like hours had gone by, when it was only minutes, until Lance stood up and walked over to JC's bed, sitting down beside him.
JC's eyes darted over the room. Justin was sleeping in the corner, Chris had somehow fallen off of his bed and was lying down on the floor, wrapped up in his blanket, and Joey's face was dug into the pillow. JC wondered how Joey could even breathe.
They can wake up, JC thought, then jerked his head towards Lance while sitting up, looking into his smiling green eyes. Lance's lips were so tempting, that JC had to try with every muscle in his body not to jump on Lance and just start kissing him on the bed. He wanted to. But he couldn't.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Lance whispered quietly, so quiet that JC could hardly even hear him.
"I'm not tired." He replied, forcing himself not to kiss him. It was so hard though. Lance was a few inches away from him. JC knew that his lips were delicious. But he couldn't taste them. He just couldn't.
"We've been dancing all day, and we have alot to do tomorrow. Get some rest, JC. Aren't you the one that always sleeps?" Lance raised his eyebrow, not taking his big eyes off of JC's.
JC didn't say anything. He just sighed and lay down back onto his head, resting his head on his pillow. Lance didn't move though. He kept looking at JC, like he was watching him to make sure he went to sleep.
Suddenly, JC felt Lance's lips on his. So fast, JC didn't even see him move down towards him. And his lips. They felt and tasted exactly the way JC pictured them. Soft. Delicious. His favorite thing in the whold world.
JC let his tongue part Lance's lips as he slid it in, letting it run over Lance's. And it felt so good. Everything JC ever dreamed of. And it was coming true, right before his eyes.
Suddenly, JC heard something, which caused Lance to pull away from him, and they both jerked their heards towards where the sound came from. Justin's bed. He had just tossed over, making a loud thump.
He was still sleeping though. So JC returned his concentration back on Lance, moving his head towards where he was, but Lance wasn't there anymore. He was laying down in his bed, and he looked at JC, whispering quietly. "It's late. Go to sleep."
Damn, JC thought. Maybe that was just my imagination. Maybe that didn't just happen.
The next morning, JC woke up when Joey pounced on his bed, screaming at him to get the fuck up. Joey jumped off of his bed, running to the bathroom to go take a shower, which Chris had just left vacant.
"Occupied!" Joey's voice yelled from the other side of the door, making Justin kick angrily at the floor, sitting back down on his bed, waiting impatiently for Joey to leave.
Lance was writing or drawing something on a piece of paper, but looked up when he felt JC's eyes on the back of his neck. His eyes connected with JC's for a second, but then he pulled them away, and dropped his paper down on the floor, as he stood up.
"Have a good time last night, JC?" His voice was low and raspy, more raspier than it was because he had just woken up a few minutes ago.
JC swallowed hard, not believing Lance had just said that. He gasped as Lance looked straight into his eyes and winked.
But it couldn't be.
That didn't just happen.
Because it was just a dream.
Right?