| Chapter 1 |
| Can't take me home to mama Cause she wouldn't think I'm proper Should've of thought about that Before you fucked with me "Lance, you can't come and that's final!" Lance huffed angrily, quickly untying the apron from around his waist and throwing it in Justin's face. "Fine!" he yelled. "I won't come! Go run away to your mother's house with Britney and have a fucking merry Christmas, you prick!" He turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Justin speechless in the kitchen. Lance took the stairs two at a time, and he threw open the door to his and Justin's bedroom. Dropping to his knees and digging under the bed, he pulled out a suitcase and tossed it on the bed. He went back and forth between the bed and his drawers, shoving his clothes inside without even bothering to fold them. "What are you doing?" came a weary voice from the door. Lance whirled around, glaring at Justin. "I'm leaving, asshole, what's it look like I'm doing?" he spat. Justin sighed. "Lance, please don't-" "Fuck you, Justin," said Lance. "I'm tired of your 'my-mother-wouldn't-aprove-of-us' bullshit. You should have told her about us a long time ago! Now another year has gone by, she still thinks you love Britney, and I have to spend yet another Christmas alone. Well, fuck that." He laughed bitterly and met Justin's gaze. "After all, that's all I'm good for, right? A good fuck?" Don't say you're falling for me Don't tell her you adore me Cause all you're thinking 'bout is fucking me "Oh God, Lance, don't say shit like that!" said Justin, rushing to Lance's side and scooping him up in his arms. He planted little kisses all over Lance face while laying him down on the bed. "Justin, stop," said Lance in a firm and annoyed voice. Justin stopped and pulled back, his bottom lip quivering slightly and his eyes full of tears. "No," he said, his voice shaky as he kissed up and down Lance's chest, "I love you. I love you so much Lance." Lance gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, trying hard to will his erection away. No matter how much he hated Justin at the moment, the boy still turned him on. When Justin had removed his shirt and pants, he stopped at the boxers. "May I?" he asked politely. Lance sighed and nodded, choosing to stare and ceiling as Justin pleasured him. Some time later, when they both collapsed on each other, sweaty and sticky with cum, Lance still felt nothing. Justin, however, sighed happily and snuggled up to his side. Opening his eyes a few minutes later, he looked at the clock and bolted out of bed. "Oh shit!" he said loudly. "I have to go pick Britney up! Crap, I'm going to miss my flight!" He turned to Lance with an incredulous look as he rushed to get dressed. "Lance! Get your ass up! I'm going to be late." Lance rolled his eyes and headed for the bathroom, pretending not hear when Justin called Britney. How can you love me? And then just leave me Because you see somebody looking And you think they disagree Well they don't feed you So why you care boo? Cause the best love you ever had is right here with you Lance allowed a small smile to grace his lips when Justin grabbed his hand in the middle of the crowded Orlando airport. They both had on sunglasses, hats and baggy clothes so that no one would recognize them, but that wasn't the point. Maybe Justin didn't care about what others thought after all. In the distance, Lance spotted a little blonde woman in a pink tank top waving her arms in the air at them. Justin laughed and immediately dropped Lance's hand when he saw Britney. Lance sighed and hugged himself, pretending to be interested in the floor tiles instead of the way Justin was kissing Britney. "Flight 58 to Nashville, Tennessee is now boarding." Lance sighed and went to hug Justin. Justin smiled slightly and awkwardly hugged him back. When Lance moved to kiss his cheek, Justin ducked his head and laughed humorlessly. "What are you doing Lance?" he asked. "I was going to give my boyfriend a kiss good-bye," said Lance, growing angry again. "Is there a problem with that?" Justin nodded. "Yeah, someone might see us." He patted Lance's hand and sighed when he jerked it away. "Fine," he said with a roll of his eyes, "be that way. I'll see you in two weeks." Just like that, Justin grabbed Britney's hand and boarded the plane, leaving Lance standing in the middle of the airport all alone. Lance sighed and ran from airport, not even waiting for Justin's plane to take off. He got in his car, slamming the door behind as he sped off from the airport. He chewed on his nails and decided he needed a distraction. He clicked on the radio and turned it up full blast. Pink's "Can't Take Me Home" was on, and Lance found himself singing the ironic lyrics at the top of his lungs. Why do you even talk to me? Baby were you curious You knew you never had a love like this My love was serious Had you delirious Don't front I found it in every kiss Can't take me home to mama Cause she wouldn't think I'm proper Should've of thought about that Before you fucked with me Don't say you're falling for me Don't tell her you adore me Cause all you're thinking 'bout is fucking me Lance stared at his suitcase in the back-seat, glad that he had brought it with him after all. "Fuck you Justin," he said, passing the exit to his house, "I'm out of here." *Song used: Pink - "Can't Take Me Home" |