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Joey was in shock. JC? In love with him? There was something seriously wrong with that, but Joey kept quiet. Somewhere in the distance, he could a loud, almost screeching voice yelling at him.

"Joey! J-O-E-Y!" Chris screamed into Joey's ear, saying his name slowly and with a persistent tone of voice. Joey awoke from his trance with start, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance and slapping his hand over Chris's mouth.

"Chris, shut the fuck up," he grumbled. "Jesus, your voice sounds like Busta strangling a damn parrot."

Chris shrugged and wrapped his arm around Joey's neck, pretending to body slam him against the booth. Joey quickly slipped the letter back into the magazine so he could look at it again later, and tackled Chris to floor of the bus.

~*~
Lance and Justin jumped when they heard a loud crash come from the front of the bus. Lance closed his book and looked over at Justin.

"What was that?" he asked, getting up from his spot on the couch.

"I dunno," Justin mumbled, leaning forward slightly to get a better view of Lance's perfect ass. "Looks good though."

Lance turned around and stared at Justin with a confused look on his face. "Huh? The *sound* looks good?"

Justin blushed when he realized what he had said and regrettably tore his
eyes away from Lance's backside and up into his gorgeous green eyes. "No, uh, I meant, we should go see what it's all about."

Lance smiled. "Oh, okay." He grabbed Justin's hand to help him up, but
dropped it once he was standing. Though the contact was only for a short moment, Justin's hand felt cold without Lance's on top. He sighed as Lance gave him a soft smile, one that he was just *dying* to read into, and watched his love walk away.

"Soon," he whispered with a secret smile. "Soon, Lansten, you will be all
mine."

~*~
Lance and Justin walked into the kitchen area, finding Joey sprawled out on the floor and panting with a grinning Chris sitting on top of him.

"I...," Chris breathed heavily, also worn out from his and Joey's wrestling, "am ... God!"

He raised both arms in the air, hands clasped together as he waved to
imaginary crowds and bowed to applause that existed only in his mind. Joey pushed Chris off of him and grabbed the edge of the table to help him stand up.

"He only won because he spilled coffee on the floor," Joey explained,
pointing to a brown stain on the bus's beige carpet, "and when I went to
clean it up, he pantsed me and jumped on my back."

Lance and Justin laughed, Justin secretly feeling warm and tingly inside at the sound of Lance's laughter. He sighed and shrugged to himself. He knew he was falling, and falling hard. He just hoped Lance worked on his laptop soon so that he and Lance could get together, because he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

Justin turned around when he heard a sigh, and smiled at JC, who was standing in the door way with water dripping off of his chest and clutching a towel around his slim waist. "Hey C."

~*~
JC froze in doorway leading to the front of the bus. He hadn't expected
Justin and Lance to be there, and he wasn't sure how to act. 'Oh shit,' he
thought. 'Poor Justin's standing over there, lusting after me with every
fiber of his being, and what do I do? I stand here in a towel and torture the poor boy.' He sighed and froze when Justin turned and smiled at him.

"Hey C," he said politely.

JC smiled back. 'Oh Justin, how well you've learned to hide your true
feelings.' Suddenly, he felt a little evil and also a little turned on. 'What
if I just play with him a bit ... maybe I really do like him. There's only
one way to find out.'

JC continued his whistling as he sauntered past Justin and into the kitchen area, letting the towel hang loosely around his hips. He watched Justin out of the corner of his eye, failing to see Joey freeze in a mid-kick to Chris's shin.

'Oh shit,' he thought. 'JC's all ready out of the shower. What if he wants to talk? What if he wants to start a relationship?'

'Would that be so bad?' another voice in his head asked. Joey shook his head but it continued. 'After all, JC's pretty fucking hot. And he wants you.' Joey sighed and wondered why the voice sounded a lot like Lance.

'No, it's not so bad,' Joey agreed.

'Exactly,' said the voice. 'And for the love of God, just *look* at the way
he's so obviously flirting with you! He just happens to be strutting around here, extremely wet and in only a towel, and right in front of you! Coincidence? I think not.'

Joey sighed and momentarily allowed his eyes to check out the rest of JC's body. 'Not bad,' he thought. 'Not bad at all.'