Boys19

Justin kept his eyes fixed on his suitcase, sneaking the occasional glance at Lance, who was packing his suitcase, also. Justin sighed when Lance didn't look up, and went back to packing his things. Lance snuck a look at Justin, and sighed when he didn't look up. They packed in silence for a few more minutes before Justin spoke up.

"Lance?"

Lance looked up, pretending like he wasn't *too* eager to talk with Justin.

"Yeah, baby?" he asked, mentally slapping himself for sounding like a moron.

Justin chewed on his bottom lip and looked over at Lance. "Do you think Chris knows?" he asked. "About us?"

Lance stopped packing and sat on his bed, holding out his hand to Justin. Justin smiled and took it, allowing Lance to pull him into his lap. Justin sighed happily and rested his head on top of Lance's, their hands automatically finding each other.

"I don't know," answered Lance. "I mean, at breakfast he seemed a little ... off."

Justin snorted, playing with the fine hairs at the nape of Lance's neck.
"Chris is *always* a little off."

Lance chuckled, but grew serious. "Does that bother you?" he asked. "If Chris *does* know?"

Justin shook his head. "No! Of course not. I love you, and I don't think we should hide it from the guys."

Lance smiled, looking up into Justin's eyes. "I agree," he whispered.

Their lips met sweetly, Lance's arms going around Justin's waist and Justin's hands tangling in Lance's hair.

"Ah, dammit!"

They pulled apart at the sound of Chris's voice, each scurrying to different sides of the bed. Chris was standing in the middle of the room, one hand on his hip, suitcase in the other hand, and a pout on his lips. Lance swallowed and looked nervously at Justin.

"Chris?" he asked. "Are-are you okay with this? With us?"

Chris was surprised to hear Lance's voice waver, as if he were afraid of Chris's answer. He looked over at Justin and saw the younger man's eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty. Chris smiled and tackled Lance on the bed.

"Duh! Of *course* I'm okay with it!" he said, sitting on top of Lance's stomach. Justin grinned and tackled Chris, knocking him off of Lance.

"Then why'd you say 'dammit' at the door?" asked Lance.

Chris pushed Justin off of him and sat up on his elbows with a grin. "Because I knew something was going on with you guys and I was gonna have a little fun with you two!" he cackled. "But then I came in and saw you two all snugly and kissing and I thought, 'Aww, aren't they precious?'"

Justin and Lance both blushed, and Justin scooted back over to Lance's side as their hands found each other. Chris grinned and looked up with twinkling eyes.

"So kiddies, is this love?" he asked.

Justin nodded, his eyes bright and smile wide. "Yep," he said, looking at Lance. "It sure is."

Chris nodded. "Good." They all sat in a comfortable silence for a while, Justin and Lance whispering to each other and Chris messing around with the TV channels until they heard a knock at the door. Justin gave Lance a quick peck on the cheek before scooting a few feet away. Chris waited for them, and at Lance's nod, opened the door.

"Jah-shoo-ah!" he pronounced slowly and in a fake British accent. "So
*lovely* of you to join us! Oh, and Masta Joseph has arrived as well!
Gentleman, please! Come in!" He bowed with one arm extending inside as JC and Joey exchanged worried looks.

"Uh, thanks," said Joey, stepping inside. He looked at Justin and Lance. "You guys ready?"

They nodded and grabbed their bags, giving the room a once over to check for anything they might have left behind. Seeing nothing, they followed Joey into the hallway, shutting the door behind them.

"On to the next city!" he said.

~*~
JC followed everyone else onto the tour bus, sighing as he got on. Justin and Lance immediately headed for the back of the bus with Chris right behind them, and Joey took a seat in kitchen booth. JC dropped his duffle bag on the floor and sat next to Joey, resting his head on Joey's shoulder as the bus began to pull away. He felt Joey run his fingers through his hair, and he smiled, sighing happily. They were quiet, listening to the soft rumble of the bus's wheels.

"I think I'm going to tell him."

Joey looked down at JC, who had his eyes closed. "Tell who?" he asked.

JC opened his eyes and laid down, resting his head in Joey's lap. "I'm going to tell Justin I don't love him," he said, closing his eyes again as Joey's fingers resumed their ministrations.

Joey nodded. "Okay, if you want to."

JC smiled. "I want to."

They heard an exaggerated sigh behind them, and turned to see Chris standing there, pouting.

"God, you people are no fun!" he whined. "I find out you're together, and I think, 'Ooh, yeah! Now I can get them!' And then you go and be all cute and shit." He sighed loudly but couldn't hide his grin. "So kiddies, is this love?"

Joey felt JC squeeze his hand and he smiled down at him. "Yeah, it is."

Chris nodded. "Good." He gave them a thumbs up and headed back to his bunk, leaving the two couples to themselves.

"I'm such a sweetheart," he sighed. He gave himself a quick hug and a pat on the back and climbed into bed.