“Kiss me.”

“Excuse me?” Lance asked, nearly choking on his drink.

“Come on, I’ll give you a hundred bucks.” Justin pleaded, nervously looking over his shoulder.

Lance’s eyes widened. “A hundred... Justin, what are you on?” He asked.

“Nothing, five hundred? Please Lance just kiss me.” Justin begged, still glancing over his shoulder.

“Justin, you’re nuts.” Lance said, turning to move away from his friend.

“A thousand. Come on Lance, you don’t have to use your tongue.”

“A thou.... what is wrong with you?” Lance stammered, moving further away from Justin.

Justin grasped Lance’s arm frantically. “Five thousand, ten thousand, come on please Lance.” Justin implored frantically, still watching behind him.

“Justin, we’re in the middle of a party. Why in god’s name would you want to kiss me? People would see.” Lance said, looking behind Justin and wondering what had him so agitated.

Justin grabbed Lance’s other arm and pushed him against the wall. “One hundred thousand?” He asked as Lance struggled to get free. “Five hundred thousand?” He beseeched, his blue eyes pleading.

“You’d pay half a million dollars to kiss me?” Lance asked, awed by the thought.

“Come on Lance that’s a lot of money. You like money. Please just kiss me.” Justin hissed, his body tensing as he heard heels clicking behind him.

Lance sighed in exasperation. “Fine, but you better explain this afterward.” He said, barely finishing before Justin’s mouth crashed into his.

Lance grunted when Justin’s mouth drove his head into the wall behind him. Justin’s hand came up to stroke Lance’s cheek softly. Lance sighed, relaxing as Justin nibbled at his lips. His mind barely registered another hand sliding up the back of his shirt and moving over his heated skin. He grasped at Justin’s neck for something to hang onto as his knee’s threatened to give out. Justin’s tongue ran along Lance’s bottom lip. Lance gasped in surprise, allowing Justin’s tongue to lick hotly into his mouth. Lance’s tongue slid across Justin’s and they both moaned.

“AHEM!”

Lance and Justin parted almost reluctantly. Justin’s arm still around Lance’s back. Lance’s hand wrapped tightly around Justin’s bicep. Lance cringed as Britney glared at them. Justin smirked.

“And just what is that supposed to prove Justin Timberlake?” Britney snarled, her eyes shooting daggers at Justin and Lance.

Justin pulled Lance closer to him. “It’s not supposed to prove anything. I can kiss my man anytime I want and if you have a problem with it then don’t watch.” He stated, turning to kiss a stunned Lance on the corner of his mouth.

“I’m still not buying it Justin. You’ll come crawling back to me once you realize you don’t like an extra dick in the mix.” Britney said, smirking as she turned and headed back into the crowd.

Justin breathed a sigh of relief once she was away from them.

Lance grabbed Justin’s arm and dragged him out of the room. “Just what the hell was that all about?” He growled his face less than an inch from Justin’s.

Justin blushed and looked past Lance’s shoulder.

“I want answers now, Justin. Why did you want to kiss me and what’s this shit about me being your man?” Lance asked, frowning when Justin wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Britney and I broke up.” Justin said, still not looking at Lance.

“I know that Justin. That’s the whole point in this expensive joint tour. We don’t want our fans to hate Britney and we don’t want Britney’s fans to hate us. So why in the hell are you trying to make Britney hate you? That’s not going to go over well with her fans.” Lance said, grabbing Justin’s chin between his thumb and index finger and turning his face toward him.

Justin squirmed under Lance’s close scrutiny. “I couldn’t help it Lance. She was driving me nuts. She kept insisting that I’d beg her to come back to me once I realized there wasn’t anyone better. I got sick of it so I told her that I had somebody better and she wanted to know who the person was. You walked past the window right then and I just blurted out your name. I wasn’t thinking, it just came out. I’m sorry.” Justin said, looking at the wall behind Lance’s back.

“Damn straight you weren’t thinking. Why didn’t you just tell her you were kidding and make up some girl’s name? Why the hell did you tell her it was me? You aren’t even gay you dumb shit.” Lance berated, swatting Justin lightly on the side of the head.

Justin grinned sheepishly and rubbed his head. “I know that, Lance. If I’d told her I was joking though she wouldn’t have believed me if I’d told her a girl’s name. Come on Lance please don’t tell her. Please be my boyfriend, just until she gets over herself and leaves me the hell alone. The tour is over in three months. If she’s still bugging me then I’ll tell her the truth. Come on, please Lance.” Justin begged, biting his lip nervously.

Lance licked his lips and groaned when he still tasted Justin. “Alright, fine but you are gonna owe me so big for this.” He said, wondering just what he’d gotten himself into.

Justin whooped, swooping Lance into his arms and spinning him around.

~*~

“Justin, do you realize that we have to share a room?” Lance whispered, watching everyone else retrieving their room keys from Johnny.

“Yeah, I know. We’ve shared before though so it’s no big deal.” Justin said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

Lance frowned. “Yeah we’ve shared rooms before but we didn’t have to share a bed.”

“I told Johnny to make sure we got a double.” Justin said, rolling his eyes at Lance.

“JC told Johnny that we wanted a single.” Lance growled, glaring at JC.

Justin turned to look at Lance. “JC did what?” He asked, nearly shouting.

“He told Johnny that we were to embarrassed to ask for it ourselves so he was doing it for us.” Lance informed him.

“Oh no he did not. I’m gonna shove my foot so far up his ass he’ll be tasting leather for a week.” Justin growled, moving as if to go after JC.

Lance stopped Justin with a hand on his arm. “Justin, I wanna kick his ass too but do you really want Britney to witness it?”

“JC, can we talk to you over here for a minute please?” Justin said, wanting to smack the smug grin off JC’s face.

“Guess I better go see what the lovebirds want.” JC said, turning away from his conversation with Joey.

Joey laughed and smacked JC on the back when he headed toward Justin and Lance.

“What’s up?” JC asked, smiling mischievously at his friends.

“Why in the hell did you tell Johnny that we wanted to share a bed?” Justin growled, grabbing JC by the collar of his shirt.

JC laughed and pulled Justin’s hand off of his shirt. “Hey, I was just doing you guys a favor.”

“A favor? How is that doing us a favor? Do we look like we want to sleep together?” Justin hissed, his hands curling into fists at his side.

JC snickered and then winked suggestively. “Do you really want me to answer that? I saw the way you two were kissing last night. I’ve never seen two people who had no interest in each other go at it like that.”

Justin stepped toward JC once again.

Lance pulled Justin back by his arm. “JC, we just did it because Britney was standing there.” He said, keeping his hold on Justin.

“Whatever, I know what it looked like to me. Just so you know, I don’t care. If you guys wanna be together I’m cool with it. Besides, if you were doing all of this to get Britney off your back it would look a lot better if you share a bed.” JC said, laughing at Justin as his face turned ten different shades of red.

“Shit, when is she gonna fucking give up?” Justin groaned, watching Britney head in their direction.

Lance sighed as he turned to see what Justin was looking at. “I suppose this means you’re gonna kiss me again?”

JC simply laughed and walked off shaking his head.

Justin grabbed Lance and turned, fleeing toward the elevator. The doors opened as if on cue and they jumped in. They both watched in horror as the door was stopped by someone’s hand. Chris smiled pleasantly as he stepped on and held the door for Britney. Lance considered hitting Chris while Justin contemplated on whether he was vital to the group.

Britney moved to stand against the wall beside Justin. He moved away from her slightly and pulled Lance back against him. His arms wrapped around Lance’s waist and his fingers played with the waistband of Lance’s jeans. Lance’s head rested on Justin’s shoulder. He took advantage of it and ran his tongue over the shell of Lance’s ear before sucking on his earlobe. Lance moaned and turned in Justin’s arms. Soft pliant lips met while hot moist tongue’s danced sensually. A throat cleared when they didn’t hear the elevator ding. They broke apart slowly, neither daring to look at the other. They turned toward the elevator door to find Chris smirking and Britney’s eyes shooting daggers.

“Come on; let’s go to our room.” Justin said, stepping out of the elevator and dragging Lance behind him.

Lance fumbled with the keycard, trying to open the door. His fingers seemed to have lost all mobility. After he’d dropped the card several times Justin covered Lance’s hand with his own.

“Here let me do it.” Justin said, slipping the card out of Lance’s nerveless fingers and opening the door.

Lance followed Justin into the room. He walked over to the bed and flopped back, staring at the ceiling.

“Are we going out tonight or is everybody staying in since it’s already 10:00?” Justin asked, dropping onto the bed beside Lance.

Lance traced the shadows in the room with his eyes. “Joey and Chris said something about going out. I think JC is staying in. Joey was trying to talk Britney into going with them. I think he’s trying to get in her pants.” Lance said, turning to watch Justin’s reaction to that last revelation.

“Cool, I hope he succeeds.” Justin said, smiling happily at the thought.

“Yeah.” Lance sighed, “You won’t have to be sharing a room and kissing me anymore then.” He said, just before climbing off the bed and heading for the bathroom.

Lance was already in the bathroom so he never heard Justin whisper, “Yeah I know, that’s the only thing that sucks about it.”

~*~

Lance’s head hit the door as he leaned heavily back against it. He ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the sweet taste of Justin that still lingered.

“Please God, don’t let Britney give up too soon.” Lance prayed, wrapping his arms around himself and sighing sadly.

~*~

“I’ll sleep on the floor and you can have the bed since this is my fault.” Justin said, grabbing the bedspread and a pillow from the bed.

Lance pulled the bedding out of Justin’s arms. “You’ll do no such thing. That bed is plenty big enough for the both of us.”

“Are you sure?” Justin asked, looking skeptically at the bed.

Lance crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. “Justin just get in the damn bed and go to sleep.”

Justin chuckled as he climbed in beside Lance.

Lance tensed when he felt Justin’s hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry Lance, I’m not gonna molest you. Well unless you want me to.” Justin laughed, “I was just gonna say thank you for helping me with this Britney shit.” He said, squeezing Lance’s shoulder.

“You’re welcome Justin.” Lance whispered, covering Justin’s hand with his own.

Neither man moved his hand. They lay there waiting for the other to move and fell asleep.

~*~

Lance yawned and then glanced down quickly when he noticed the weight on his chest. He smiled tenderly and ran his hand lightly over the top of the head lying on his chest. He groaned, removing his hand and reaching to pick up the ringing phone that had woken him.

“Hello?” Lance said, his voice raspy from sleep as he answered the phone.

“Well good morning sunshine. Did you lovebirds have a good night?” JC asked, Lance could hear him grinning on the other end of the line.

Lance smiled down at Justin as he burrowed further into him. “Shut up Jayce. Did you call just to annoy me or was there actually a good reason?” He asked, wrapping his free arm around the younger man that had draped himself over him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, lover boy must not be treating you right. You’re awful grumpy this morning.” JC teased, laughing as someone smacked him.

“JC.” Lance said, his tone warning.

“Ok, ok fine I called to tell you breakfast is in my room in about twenty minutes. Wake the sex kitten up and get over here.” JC laughed, hanging up before Lance could retort.

Lance sighed and hung up the phone. He gently nudged Justin.

“Justin, wake up. Breakfast is in twenty minutes.” Lance said softly, his hand running up and down the smooth expanse of Justin’s back.

Justin stretched and smiled while still draped over Lance. “Morning.” He said, smiling up into sparkling peridot eyes.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?” Lance queried, his hand stopping to toy with the elastic at the waist of Justin’s pajama pants.

“Great, you make a really nice pillow.” Justin said, his body curling further into Lance.

Lance smiled and nudged Justin again. “Just, we need to get up. You know the guys will be over here in a little bit if we don’t get up.” He said, poking Justin in the ribs with his index finger.

“Stop it.” Justin laughed, swatting Lance’s finger away.

“Not until you get up.” Lance laughed, poking Justin again.

“I don’t want to. I’m comfortable, wanna just stay right here.” Justin pouted, looking up at Lance with pleading eyes and his bottom lip stuck out.

Lance grinned mischievously and reached for the telephone.

“What are you doing?” Justin asked, peeking up at Lance.

“I’m calling JC. I’m gonna have him send Britney over to wake you up.” Lance laughed, leaning over to dial the number.

Justin was up on his hands and knees straddling Lance and yanking the phone out of his hand before he even knew what had happened.

“Get off of me you big ox.” Lance said, groaning as Justin sat down right on his crotch.

“No. You weren’t really gonna have her come over were you?” Justin inquired, tickling his squirming friend.

Lance laughed and bucked, trying to knock Justin off of him. Justin reached up, grasping both of Lance’s hands in his own pinning them to the bed above his head.

“Were... you... going ... to... let... her... wake... me... up?” Justin asked, punctuating each word with scattered kisses across Lance’s face.

Lance moaned when Justin sat back, his ass coming down on top of Lance’s burgeoning erection.

“Ooh, you got a pencil in your boxers or are you happy to see me?” Justin teased, grinding his ass down on Lance’s hardness.

“Justin, this isn’t funny. Please get off of me.” Lance pleaded, closing his eyes in humiliation.

“Oh fuck this.” Justin growled, lurching forward and claiming Lance’s sweet lips with his own.

Lance gasped in surprise, granting Justin entrance. Justin’s tongue swept in seeking the heat of Lance’s. He released Lance’s hands and cradled his face with one hand while the other weaved into the soft blonde spikes. Lance’s hands stroked up Justin’s back and his neck. Justin moaned, moving to lie more fully on top of Lance. Lance’s hips bucked up into Justin’s ass. Lance gasped for air, breaking the kiss.

“Jesus.” Justin swore, nuzzling Lance’s neck.

“Justin, Britney’s not here to see us right now.” Lance said, not quite sure why he felt the need to point that out.

“I know.” Justin whispered, claiming Lance’s lips once again.

THE END