JC's Secret Life - Chapter One

The guys walk into the house, "Holy shit! What happened!" Justin freaks out.

Lance wonders into the living room just as the patio door slides open and JC walks in, "Hey guys? What are you doing here? I didn't miss an interview or anything did I?"

Justin grabs JC, pulls him into a big hug, "Man what happened here? Looks like a cyclone hit."

"Yeah, C. We were all a bit worried when we saw your living room." Joey says.

"What'd you and Bobbee get in a fight or something?" Chris jokes.

"No, Chris. In fact you won't be seeing Bobbee anymore at all." JC states. "And as far as what happened here. Baron had a good time on my couch the other day. That's why he's outside now. Tore the shit out of it, now I gotta replace the damn thing."

"Really?" Lance asks. Those are some pretty big gashes in that couch, even for Baron.

"Yeah," JC looks at Lance. "Really."

Lance looks JC in the eyes and sees something flash, "Ok, that's cool. Well, it's not cool but it's better than what we thought had happened in here."

"Well, I'm glad you all were worried and all but I still don't understand what you're doing here?"

"We came because none of us had heard from you in a few days and you didn't show up in the studio this morning…" Justin trailed off.

"Shit, sorry guys. I thought I called you all. The studio time had been moved til this afternoon. That's why I didn't show up."

"Oh, well, thanks for passing that on there Jayce." Joey jokes.

"Sure, now if you don't mind? I have a bit of a mess to clean up here."

"That's cool. We'll leave you to your cleaning." Chris says.

"Yeah, see ya in a bit there Jayce." Joey adds.

"Bye, Jayce." Justin says and walks out the door.

"You mind if I hang around and help?" Lance asks once the rest leave.

"No. Actually, I'd appreciate a bit of help. Thanks."

"No problem." Someone's gotta keep an eye on you.

"So what have you been up to for the last couple of days? Haven't heard hide nor hair from you or any of the guys?"

"Yeah, I know. Seems like we've been kinda growing apart a bit doesn't it?"

"Well, we've all grown up and changed allot in the last few years, Lance. We've all changed."

"I know but sometimes I miss the way we used to be. We didn't used to have secrets and stuff. Now it seems we're all trying to hide something."

"Are you trying to tell me something or are you trying to get me to tell you something?"

"I don't know. Do you have anything you want to tell me?"

"Hmmm. Nope. Don't think so. Do you?"

"Actually, yeah. I do. You might want to sit down though."

"Ok. What's up?"

"Well, I'm gay."(Please don't freak out. Please don't freak out.)

"Wow. Um. So. You're gay?"

"Yes. I'm gay."(Well, good sign, he's still sitting there.)

"That's wonderful. Thanks for telling me. I'm so glad you felt you could come to me with this, but I kinda had an idea about that."

"What, you did? How? I didn't…"

"Relax, Lance. My gaydar was pinging like crazy the day I we met. I had you pegged as at least Bi. I just could never prove it. Don't worry about it. I'm cool with it."

"What? Wait a minute. What do mean? Your gaydar?"

JC smiles at Lance, "You can't tell me you didn't know? It's not like I tried to hide it or anything."

"Ok, now I really feel like an idiot. I can't believe I didn't pick up on that. What about you and Bobbee?"

"Please. Do you really think I'd ever date someone that treated me like that? No way. I want someone a lot more down to earth and not into themselves so much."

"Sounds like you have the perfect person picked out. Does he know you feel that way about him?"

JC looks at Lance and meets his eyes, "I don't think so. I haven't said anything to him yet."

Hope floods through Lance, "Um. You care to tell me who it is?"

"Well," JC begins. "He's this really sweet guy. He's got the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. The most perfect pale skin, that's so soft to touch. He's smart, fun, and so sweet you wouldn't believe it."

"He sounds wonderful." Lance sighs.

"Oh, he is, and he's here too. That's what makes it even better. He's so kind that when all my other friends bailed he stayed to help me clean this mess up." JC smiles.

Lance's head whips up and he meets JC's gaze, "Jayce?"

JC leans in and captures Lance's lips with his. When he pulls back he smiles at Lance and says, "So you think I might have a chance with this guy?"

"Hmm," Lance mumbles. "Ummm. Yeah, I think you have a really good chance with this guy."

"Good, cuz I really enjoyed that kiss, and I'd really like to do it again. Only on something a little more comfortable to sit on." He looks down at the couch. "You wanna go with me to pick out a new couch tomorrow?"

"I'd love to Jayce. So where'd you have in mind to give me that next kiss?"

"Well, there's that chair over there."

"Yeah. There's that. Or…." Lance trails off blushing profusely.

"Or what?" JC smiles.

"We could move this to a more inconspicuous spot."

"You got someplace in mind there, Lance?"

"You're gonna make me say it aren't you? You're just messing with me. You know what I'm trying to say."

"Yes, I do. And I'd love to take you in there. But Baron got in there too. It looks pretty bad."

"Jayce? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, anything?"

"What really happened here? Those tear marks on your couch are way too big to be from Baron. And I'm willing to bet the ones in your bedroom aren't from Baron either? Are they?"

"I don't think now is the right time to tell you Lance. But I promise I will soon ok? We really need to get this mess cleaned up and then get to the studio."

"So you'll tell me if I come back here with you after we're done at the studio?"

"Ummm," JC looks at Lance's worried face. "Ok, I'll tell you."

"Promise?" Lance smiles, and walks up to JC.

"Promise." He says, pulls Lance into himself and kisses him.