| Lance wrapped himself tighter in the blankets of the hotel room bed. It was so soft and warm, but not enough. He wanted so badly to go and sleep with Joey, but Justin was stuck on him sleeping in the same room as him. The youngest member could be heard in the bathroom as he thought of another stupid game to play. Lance wished that Justin would just fall asleep, but it didn't look like that was going to happen any time soon. Lance felt himself drifting off. "Honey?" "Mm-hmm?" "How are you doing?" Motherly arms wrapped around Lance's body. "We've missed you around the house." "I know, mom." "You know we all love you, right?" "Yes, mom." Lance saw another face come up. "Hello, son." "Hi, dad." "How's everything going?" "Everything's fine. I'm working really hard." "That's good." Lance's father reached down to hug his son, when a look of distaste came to his face. He quickly pulled away. "What's wrong, dad?" "It's that man isn't it?" "What?" Lance tried to swallow the fear rising in his throat. "Who?" "That Italian friend of your's." "His name's Joey." Lance felt his insides turning as his father's eyes grew angry. "Has he been touching you?" "He's my friend." "Has he been touching you?" The happy mother turned away to walk off. "Mom." "Answer me." "He touches me. You know, friendly pats on the back and hugs." Lance covered his face in hopes of not showing his fear, but his hands were pulled away with a strong grip. "Does he kiss you?" "Daddy, he just kissed me a couple of times." "Why do you let him?" "Daddy, please don't do this. I don't want to talk about it." "You're playing with something evil. Do you want to go to Hell?" "No." "Then stop." "Daddy, it doesn't feel evil." "Of course, it doesn't. He's trying to lure you." "Why would Joey do that? He's my friend." Mr. Bass grabbed Lance by the shoulders, causing him to cry out. "He is not your friend." "I don't understand." The young man shook underneath the strong hands. "I thought he loved me." "He doesn't love you. He only wants to hurt you." The older man looked down at the shivering mass in front of him before releasing his son. "It's not your fault for being tricked like that." "Uh-huh." Lance let the tears drain into his hands. "Just stay away from him, ok?" "Ok." Lance woke up to see Justin looking down at him. "Great way of showing me you're bored with my games." "Sorry, I'll play." Justin smiled. "Good, because it's a group game. Let's go out here and get the rest of the guys." Lance followed his group mate into the main room of the suite. "Come over here, Joey. We need you for this game." The brown haired man walked over and stood next to Lance. "Hey." "Hi, Joe." Lance looked down at the ground, close to tears and he felt a warm hand on his back. "What game are you guys playing?" "Truth or dare." All five friends sat down. Lance could barely pay attention to the rules as Joey began to massage his back through his shirt. No one noticed and the game began. "Ok Chris, truth or dare?" "Dare." Justin bent over to JC and whispered into his ear. They took turns back and forth whispering and giggling. "Kiss Joey!" JC bent down to the larger man and pecked him on the lips. "Aww... that wasn't any good. You have to do it again." "You never said how I had to kiss him." "Fine, it's you're turn, I guess..." Justin crossed his arms, angry at not being more specific. "Lance?" Lance woke from his daydreams. "Truth or dare?" "I guess, dare. Y'all won't make me do anything too gross, right?" "You already said dare. It doesn't matter." Chris grinned from ear to ear. "Now, you have to kiss Joey!" "Hey, why does everyone have to kiss me?" Joey turned to face his older friend. "Cause you're so darn kissable." JC began making kissie faces at the man sitting across from him. "Fine. Kiss me, Lance. I'm all your's." He bent forward towards the blond with open arms. Lance licked his lips and bent forward. "Come on, make your parents proud." "What?!" Lance turned to JC. "It was just a joke." "I-I need to go." Lance ran off to the bathroom, red-faced. Joey opened his eyes and looked around in awe. "Where'd he go?" "Looks like you scared him to me." Joey stood up. "I'm gonna see what's wrong." He walked over to the bathroom door. "Lance?" "Go away." "What's wrong? Why don't you want to kiss me?" "I don't kiss people like that." Joey rubbed the door as if Lance could feel through the wood. "That's ok. I just wanted to make sure you weren't mad at me. We're still friends, right?" Silence. "Right?" "Yeah, right." |
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