| Lance woke up to see a video camera about an inch from his face and Joey still at his side. Soon he recognized the man behind the camera. Justin stood on the bed, grinning idiotically. "You're on Candid Camera!" Lance squinted against the light and pushed Justin away, but the young man still stood on the bed. "So what did you two do last night? Bake some cookies?" "Justin, has anyone ever told you that you're a total psychopath?" "Actually, I do believe you told me that yesterday." Justin smiled before shaking Joey's shoulders. "Joe! Where's the cookies?" Joey opened his eyes, groaning as the light from the camera hit his face. "What cookies?" "Getting excited?" "Justin, how the Hell did you get in here? I thought the door was locked." "Oh, I have my ways." Joey got up and was able to push Justin all the way out of the room. "Don't come back unless you want that camera packed away." "Where might you pack it?" "Shut up." Joey closed the door, locked it, and looked back to Lance. The younger man was curled up in blankets, slightly shivering. "Are you cold?" "It's just... Justin just surprised me a little. That's all. I'm fine. I'm ok. Yeah." "Are you sure? You're kinda shaking." Joey sat down on the bed next to him and rubbed his back. "Justin already knows. I didn't want him to know and you said..." "I know what I said, but we can't help a few people finding out. Besides, Justin won't tell anyone..." Lance jumped as a heavy fist hit the door. "Who's there?" Joey walked over to the door that shook under the knocking. "Open the fucking door, Joey!" "JC, what's wrong?" "What the fuck are you doing with Lance in there?!" Joey sighed against the wood. "We're just hanging out." "Justin said he found the two of you naked in bed together." "We're hanging around in bed. What's the big deal?" "Naked?!" Lance ran into the bathroom. "Yeah, naked." Joey opened the door slightly after pulling on a pair of jeans. "Joe, where is he?" "He's hiding from you, and I won't tell you where. If he wants to talk to you, he'll come out." JC sat down on the bed. "Lance?" Silence. "Please come out so I can see you. I promise not to yell." Still silence. "I really won't be mad at anyone." Lance sat down next to the door of the bathroom, and knocked lightly on it. JC ran over to it. "Lance, why are you hiding from me." "Because I don't want you to see me." "Why not?" "Because y'all are gonna tell my dad. You're gonna tell him that he has a son who is a... a... fa-fag." The whole room shuddered with the echo of that word. "We won't tell him if you come out of the bathroom." "Ok." Lance opened the door just enough to pull himself through, wrapped with a blanket. "Now, what exactly happened here?" "What do you mean what happened? I think that's quite obvious." Joey stood, confused. "I mean, like what did you do to him?" Joey ran over to Lance's side and hugged him close. "What did I do to him? It's not like he didn't want it. You're making it sound like he was raped, for goodness sake." Lance felt his stomach churn as JC's cloudy eyes burned into his pale back. "Well, was he?" "You can't be fucking serious. I would never do anything like that to him. I love him." Joey wrapped his arms further around Lance's back, trying to pull the blanket up to his shoulders. "I'm not talking about anything brutal, but he doesn't look like someone who just gave himself on purpose." "He wanted to, ok? You're just scaring him." Lance mumbled into Joey's chest. "I wanted to." "What?" Lance moved away just enough to make his words clear. "I wanted to. Last night he... well... he... ya know to me, and I wanted it." JC began to walk towards the door. "Well, all I can say is this isn't going to be if any parents find out." JC and Justin left. "Lance, are you ok? I'm so sorry that this happened." "I'm ok." He swallowed and thought about it. He still had no regret. |
| Loving you; I wanted it |