LovingYou13

Lance woke up and saw the older man next to him. He gave Chris a hug, and got up. He couldn't remember when he had fallen asleep, but he felt so much better this morning. Lance left the room for the balcony, smiling as the air hit his face. He felt a presence behind him and turned around to see Joey.

"Hi, Lance."

"Hi." Lance stepped back against the railing.

"I'm sorry I called you a drama queen. You just don't have to freak out over such a tiny thing."

"That's just the thing, Joe. You don't seem to understand that to me it wasn't tiny. It was huge."

"If it's so huge why did you fuck Chris?" Lance stared at him in awe.

"I did not sleep with him."

"I heard laughter and rustling from there last night."

"He was telling me jokes, and he was just sitting with me until I fell asleep. He was trying to make me feel better." Lance tried to walk back into the hotel room, but the door was blocked. "He was being a good friend last night."

"Oh come on, he's wanted you since the first day he saw you."

"Chris isn't gay." A firm grip formed around Lance's wrist.

"You don't know him like I do. He's obviously just playing good guy so he can get in your pants." Lance concentrated on loosening himself and getting away from the balcony while Joey was so angry and slightly drunk from whatever he and Justin had been drinking after what happened the other night.

"That's not true. He's just a friend."

"Think about it-your hurt and confused. He comforts you and you think you're in love again. Then, he can do whatever he wants with you."

"No. He wouldn't do that."

"Just like I wouldn't." Lance let the tears flow down his face.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you need to learn."

"You're drunk." Joey pressed Lance up against the outside wall. "Let go, please."

"It's all part of growing up, sweetie. I'm helping you if anything."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Lance struggled again against the larger man, which cause him to be pushed even harder against the bricks. "You're hurting me."

"I am not drunk."

"I can smell the alcohol on your breath." Joey slid one of Lance's arms down along the bricks. The blond whimpered as a trail of blood followed him arm. "I'll do anything if you just let me go." Joey took the hand he had been dragging and placed it on his own back.

"I think you know what I want." Lance nodded and didn't reject the mouth pressing against his.

"Lance!" A voice from inside could be heard-Chris's voice. "Where are you?" Lance looked towards the door, and saw the first foot coming outside. Before Chris was all the way outside, Joey had let go and was standing next to the edge of the balcony. Lance pulled his long sleeve over the bloody arm that still stung. "Hey. Didn't you hear me calling for you?"

"No, I'm sorry."

'So, what are you two doing out here?"

"We were..." Lance looked over at Joey who gave him a dominating stare. "We were just getting some fresh air."

"Well, we got some breakfast." The tree men walked inside, but Lance started for the bathroom.

"I'll be right back. I just have to brush my teeth."

"Ok."

He walked into the brightly lit bathroom and rolled up his sleeve. Lance picked at the tiny bits of gravel that stood out in the shining wet blood. As he pulled one particularly deep piece out, a tiny cry escaped him. Lance stood still for a few seconds, hoping no one heard, and went back to work. Someone did hear. JC walked into the tiny room and eyes the wound.

"Who did that?"

"No one. I mean, I did. No, it was an accident. You see, I fell."

"Sure." Lance rinsed at the area, wincing as the warm water hit cuts. "Who did that?"

"I already told you. It was nobody. I fell."

"Was it Joey or Chris?"

"It was an accident."

"It was Joey, wasn't it? I won't tell anybody."

"It was nobody." JC tossed Lance a tube of Neosporin and left the room. Once the wound was finished being dressed, Lance walked into the main room. Chris walked up to him.

"I need to talk to you."

"What is it?" Chris smiled and put a hand on his lower back.

"Don't worry. You didn't do anything wrong." Once they were back in the bedroom, Chris lifted the sleeve that was now covering a wrapped forearm.

"I fell."

"Joey did this to you."

"I fell."

"Lance, don't lie to me." Lance lowered his head.

"I don't think he meant to do it. He was drunk." He covered his arm back up. "He didn't know how hard he was pressing it."

"Why was he doing that?"

"Chris, he said that you just wanted to umm... that you were gonna take advantage of me because I was confused."

"That's not true."

"That's what I said."

"You do believe it, right?" Lance nodded. "I do have to admit something, though."

"What?"

"I have felt a certain attraction to you, but I think a lot of us do. I mean, you're a little innocent guy. It's normal for us to make you not so innocent." Lance smiled when Chris giggled a little.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I read that somewhere. It was probably Freud, he was a little pervert." This comment was followed by a bigger set of giggles.