| Lance looked up at the man sitting across the bus from him. He wondered if Joey knew how much he loved him and how much he yearned for those fingers to touch his skin. He had dreamt of being with him for nearly a year, but was far too scared to tell him Lance knew that Joey was bi, but he just wasn't the type of person who went around talking about well... sex. It was a dirty thing to think about, but he liked it. Lance shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind of images of his group mate changing after concerts. He suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Lance looked up. "Joey!" He quickly positioned the pillow at his side over the buldge forming in his pants. "Are you ok?" "Yeah... I umm... have a headache." "Oh, do you want some aspirin?" "No, that's ok. I'm just gonna go to rest in my bunk, ok?" Lance began to stand up, bringing the pillow along with him. "Oh, since you were out her last night, we put all of our stuff in your's. You can use mine if you want." "Thanks." Oh God, he couldn't be serious. "There's already a pillow in there! Don't be a pillow hog, Lance." Justin ran into his older friend and grabbed onto the cotton. "No, I need two." "That's not fair." Justin was still pulling at the object in front of Lance's crotch. "You should give me this one." "Get your own damn pillow, Justin!" No one had ever seen Lance scream before or even raise his voice, and Justin walked over to his own bunk to grab his pillow. "Fine, while you're in there why don't you pull that pinecone out of your butt?" "Leave him alone. He has a headache." Joey threw another pillow he had found at Justin. "It's not like there aren't plenty to go around. Lance climbed into Joey's bunk and tucked the extra pillow behind his head. It smelled so nice. He couldn't pinpoint the aroma filling the air, but it was heavenly. Soon, Lance found himself drifting off into a deep sleep. "Wake up, sleepyhead." Joey shook Lance's shoulder. "I don't want to." "Fine." Joey climbed into the tiny bunk and looked down at Lance. "If you want to sleep like this all night, be my guest." If only he knew that was exactly what the younger man wanted. Lance felt his crotch heating up and he looked down to see a lump growing. Why did this always have to happen? "Move, so I can get out." "What if I don't want you to get out?" Lance could feel the warmth from his friend's body and had to hold back a moan. "I-I have to go." "Lance, you said you loved me. I remember that kiss." "I was tired." "So, you didn't mean any of it?" "I don't know what I meant. I shouldn't be here." "Why not?" "It's bad." Joey bent down and kissed Lance's throat. "What's so bad about it?" "First of all, I'm a minor." Joey continued to leave butterfly kisses along his neck. "Second of all, you're a guy." Lips reached his jaw line. "Third of all, I'm not a whore." Joey pulled away and looked down at Lance. "And I am?" "That's not what I meant." "What did you mean?" Lance felt any blood that was in his groin leave. "It's just different for you?" "Why?" Joey held Lance in place as the younger body shook in fear. "It's just that... well... you're not me." "That doesn't make any sense." "Well, there's no other way to put it." Joey closed his eyes for a minute and thought it over. "I think you're just nervous. Why don't you just go and sleep on the couch. I think you need to calm down." Lance's face turned bright red as he realized he wasn't very good at hiding things. He crawled out of the bed and walked over to the couch where he lied down. "I'm sorry, Joe. I didn't mean you were a whore." "Just go to bed." Joey closed the curtains to his bunk and Lance cried to himself. It was so hard to explain why sex made him a whore and not Joey or Chris or JC or even Justin. He closed his eyes and covered his face while he waited for the sun to come up. |
| Loving you; That's not what I meant |