| Chapter 7 |
| when jc woke up the next day, he certainly hadn't forgotten about justin's newfound "thing" for lance, no, that still stung, but he wasn't quite as bitter about it as he had been. in fact, jc had decided that if justin wanted to be with lance, that was fine with him. feeling more or less like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, jc had some breakfast -- a poptart -- and drove to the warehouse for another day of rehearsals. jc sang along with the radio as he drove, and he continued to whistle a nameless tune all the way to the door of the rehearsal space. when jc got there and saw what was happening, however, his whistling stopped. he clenched his fists and his teeth and swallowed a scream. lance and justin were kissing. jc stood there, shocked and horrified and unable to tear his eyes away. he watched them, watched as justin's arms snaked around lance's waist, watched as lance buried his fingers in justin's unruly curls, watched lance pull away to lick along justin's jaw, watched justin's eyes slip closed in bliss as lance tugged at justin's earlobe with his teeth. jc, too, closed his eyes and stepped back from the doorway. he told himself he'd forgotten something in his car -- anything to get him away from the situation at hand that was pissing him off and [turning him on] at the same time. he didn't even want to think about that last part. when he got back out to his car, chris and joey had just arrived. "ready for the day, c?" chris asked, heading into the building with joey in tow. jc took a deep breath to regain control of himself and his racing thoughts. "yeah," he replied, sounding as cheerful as he could, "let's go warm up." on their way back to the rehearsal space, joey told jc a sick joke about a waitress and a milking machine that had jc grinning by the time they were in the mirrored room, even though jc wasn't sure he understood the whole joke. joey slapped him on the back as jc laughed. "what's so funny?" justin asked, looking typically peeved that he'd missed out on something. jc wanted to snap at justin something to the effect of 'well if you'd stop making out with lance maybe you'd know' but he refrained. "nothing," he said instead, "another high-quality joey joke." justin rolled his eyes and joey tried to pout without much success. "leave the pouting to justin," lance said, "the rest of us just look pathetic." "yeah, leave the pouting to me!" justin declared, grinning at lance. jc felt his cheeks flush and his groin tighten as he watched the two of them interact. [what the hell is going on with me?] he thought, [this can't be good for group dynamics -- not that justin and lance kissing is helping us either -- but this is just plain fucked up.] "hey space cowboy," chris said to jc, who immediately snapped out of his thoughts, "you with us?" "yeah, let's do this." they went to work. morning passed into afternoon, but the guys kept at it. it wasn't until late afternoon before they were ready to call it quits for the day. as they picked up their assortment of towels, water bottles, and track pants, lance caught justin's arm and asked, within earshot of jc, "want to come over tonight? finish what we started?" jc watched justin's eyes sparkle despite the long day they'd all put in on their new routines, and he heard justin say, "absolutely. let me go home and shower. come pick me up at 7:00?" as he felt himself getting hard again, jc remembered that justin wasn't old enough to drive. lance was, but just barely. [my God], he thought, [why is this turning me on? what the hell is up with this?!] "7:00. i'll be there," lance replied, and jc could tell he wanted to kiss justin again. prudently, lance refrained. as he watched the pair part, jc once again congratulated himself on keeping his mouth shut even though he wanted nothing more than to waltz over to lance and invite himself over as well. the three of them alone together? he knew immediately that was a bad idea, though, so without saying anything, jc turned and headed once again for his car. still, the seed of the idea had been planted. with the kinds of things jc had been thinking lately, he knew he shouldn't be surprised if that little idea grew. at home, jc plopped down in front of the tv without showering. he drank some water and listened to the vjs prattle on mtv, then he closed his eyes and tuned out the world. in the expansive swirl of his thoughts, jc's mind bounced between memories of himself kissing justin and images and justin's lips on lance's. when jc opened his eyes again, he was painfully hard, but he wasn't sure which thoughts had put him in that state. was he still hot for justin? he knew he was, but he knew that as long as justin was still only 14, there was something not quite kosher about that one. was he hot about watching his two young friends? the more he kicked around that thought, the more it wrestled with the jealousy he already harbored, and the more confused poor jc became. in the end, he decided to go take a hot shower, jack off to whatever came to mind, and to worry about sorting it all out later. in the shower, as jc stroked himself to orgasm, justin's name was on his lips, but the thoughts in his mind were not only of justin, or even only of justin and lance -- they were of jc with justin [and] lance, and they were incredible. jc came hard. then, without even turning off the shower, he sank to his knees in the shower stall and began to cry. |