DrunkenFool

"Skank, skank, slut, groupies, there's Chris and his cousin, Johnny and the record execs, hmmmm, who else? Justin and Britney, ewww, GET A ROOM. There's Joey..and more skanky groupies with him. Ah, ha, there's Lance," JC thought silently to himself as he sat in the far corner of the room taking in his surroundings. His eyes lit up as soon as they came across the blonde man standing at the bar.

He watched from across the room as the pleasant facial features turned ugly with anger as a glass was slammed down on the bar.

"Not again," JC mumbled as he slid out of his chair and began to make his way through the crowd to the bar. He reached them just as the argument climaxed.

"I'm sorry, sir, I have to cut you off," the bartender apologized.

"Come on, hun, just a little more," Lance pleaded pathetically. JC moved up on him as he fell forward onto the ledge of the bar.

"Let's get you out of here, it's been a long night," he mumbled wrapping his arm around Lance's waist. "Sorry," he mouthed as he turned back to the bartender one last time as they began to make their way from the room.

"Thanks for ruining my good time," Lance complained as they left the building and entered into the cool air of the night.

"Oh yes, I always forget how much fun it is to get trashed at record company parties and act like a drunken fool," JC joked as Lance hung off one of his arms as he tried to hail a cab with the other. One pulled over to the side and JC slid in first helping Lance in after him.

"You know you're totally killing my buzz, thank you," Lance moaned gripping his head in his hands.

"Someone has to, I just don't know why it always has to be me," JC whined loudly.

"Psh, posh, quiet," Lance whispered stretching out on the seat, "You mind?" he asked motioning to JC's thigh before resting his head on it.

The silence continued as they sped down the almost deserted street. JC couldn't see much in the back seat of the cab except for when they passed under a street light and it would play across the expression on Lance's face.

"Damn, he's beautiful," JC thought quietly watching as Lance's eyelashes fluttered slightly when they stopped at an intersection.

"Are we there, C?" he slurred quietly trying to open his eyes.

"Shh, not yet, just close your eyes, I'll wake ya up when we get there," JC responded as he ran his hand over Lance's blonde spikes.

JC hated this. All the parties and all the nights out at the clubs ended like this. JC would pull Lance from the bar and they would end up in some random cab, in some random city, Lance asleep on JC's lap. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted so much to just pull Lance up and kiss him and hold him, asking to love him.

When the cab jerked to a stop, JC snapped out of his trance. He handed the cabby the money and looked down at Lance.

"Lance, wake up," he whispered stroking his cheek lightly. Sometimes he just couldn't help the extra contact. When Lance was drunk, JC could allow his touches to last just a little longer and his glances could be a little brighter. Because after the long night, the morning would come and Lance wouldn't remember a thing.

"Yeah?" he mumbled dazed as he rubbed his eyes. The green eyes peeked out from under closed lids and he looked up at the man above him.

"We're here," JC whispered taking Lance's hand and pulling him out of the cab after him. Lance clung to JC as they walked inside the hotel and through the lobby. Once upstairs, JC removed the spare key he always had to Lance's room from his pocket.

He slipped it into the door and led Lance into the dark room not bothering to turn on the light. All hotel room layouts were exactly the same: bathroom, closet, corner, room, two beds, a desk, a couple chairs, maybe a table and the window.

Lance fell to the bed, moaning as his head swung back. JC went into the bathroom and began to look for a washcloth. He found one and stopped to look at himself in the mirror. "You're crazy, Chasez," he muttered giving himself one last look before going back to Lance.

JC knelt softly on the bed next to Lance and applied the washcloth to his forehead. Lance let out a content sigh in return, his features visibly relaxing. JC crawled off the bed and searched for Lance's bag. He dug through it for his pajamas and returned to the bed.

"Time for the fun part," JC grinned to himself looking down at the still man on the bed. He set the clothes down next to Lance and climbed back on the bed.

"Josh," Lance moaned shifting a little on the bed. JC's smile grew even more as he reached for Lance's shirt. He slowly undid each button and pulled it off his body. "Uh, god come on," the blonde whined as the cool air hit his chest.

"Oh come on Lance, it's not that bad," JC coaxed as he wrapped his arms around Lance's shoulders and began to lift him up. Lance clung onto the washcloth on his eyes with both hands as JC pulled him into a sitting position. He allowed Lance to rest against his body for a minute and just savor the feeling of it all before grabbing the shirt and sliding it over the blonde head.

"Thanks," Lance mumbled graciously as JC laid him back down. JC got back up on his knees and reached for Lance's belt and undid it cautiously not wanting to 'accidentally' brush against anything he wasn't supposed to be touching. He pulled the zipper down and Lance arched his hips off the bed. JC swallowed hard as he pulled the pants down the legs and Lance settled back down on the bed.

"Um, do that again," JC mumbled ready with the pajama pants at Lance's feet. Lance sat up quickly, the washcloth flying from his eyes and landing somewhere on the floor.

"Do what again?" he grinned deviously and fully alert. JC looked at him confused for a minute, sitting back on his heels.

"You're drunk," JC muttered shaking his head in disbelief at how chipper Lance was all of a sudden. Lance kneeled as he moved towards JC at the bottom of the bed. He grabbed JC's shirt pulling him closer and pushed their lips urgently together. He let their tongues mingle for a minute before pulling away.

"Do I taste drunk? Do I smell drunk? For having done this so many times, I thought for sure you would've picked up on it all a lot sooner," he grinned as JC's blue eyes shone with wetness.

"You're not drunk," JC finally spoke, "Then what are you?"

"A very convincing actor," Lance beamed as he moved back towards him, "Oh yeah, and I'm gay."

JC's heart soared as their lips brushed together, Lance pulling him back up the bed. Lance pinned JC down beneath him and continued to kiss him. JC pulled away for a minute, cradling Lance's cheek in his hand.

"But, I don't get it," he said puzzled by it all still. Lance smiled as he shook his head.

"The only time I could ever be completely free and tease you was when I was drunk. I wanted to see if I could do it sober and get up the courage to do more," Lance said before crushing their lips together again.

"I don't know how I didn't know you were faking it," JC said pulling away again not wanting to let this go.

"Like I said I'm a good actor," he mumbled, "and it was your turn to play the fool."

THE END