GameDay3

Justin stared at the kitchen door, smiling as he saw Lance back into the
kitchen to talk to JC. He shook his head and chuckled softly. JC really was oblivious to the world around him sometimes. Justin had seen the way he had been acting around Lance; sneaking glances when he thought he wasn't looking, touching him more than usual, and laughing hysterically at all of his corny jokes. He also complimented him all the time. So much that it was almost sickening, but still cute.

Justin also knew that Lance wasn't stupid. He had noticed all of those things too, and it was about time someone did something about it. He sighed and flopped down in his seat, still buzzed from the alcohol. He looked around the room, and then back at Chris's limp body on the floor. He kicked his friend's foot until he opened his eyes.

"Chris, come play a game with me!" he chirped. "I'm boooooored!"

Chris groaned and rolled onto his stomach, already starting to feel the
nausea creeping up on him. He mumbled something into the carpet and closed his eyes, starting to fall asleep.

"CHRIS!"

Chris's head snapped up, and he wiped the drool from his chin as he glared at Justin.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked.

Justin smiled sweetly. "I wanna play a game."

Chris shook his head slowly, not wanting to provoke another headache. "No. Don't wanna."

Justin dropped to the floor, sitting down on Chris heavily and starting to
bounce.

"Chriiiiiis!" he whined loudly. "I.want.to.play.a.game."

"Fuck off."

Justin stopped bouncing and looked thoughtful. He shook his head and grinned. "Nah, takes too much energy." He started to bounce again, this time talking directly by Chris's ear. "Please Chris? Play a game with me?"

Chris opened his eyes and met Justin's pleading gaze. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"Dammit Chris!" screeched Justin.

Chris groaned and sat up quickly, letting Justin fall to the ground. He
stumbled to the table and sat down. Justin squealed and jumped up.

"Joe, you wanna play?" he asked Joey's limp body on the floor.

The response was a loud snore and a burp. Justin wrinkled his nose in
disgust, but shrugged and sat opposite Chris at the table.

"Lets play chess!" he said.

Chris grunted. Justin nodded.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said, grabbing the game from beside Lance's
scrabble board and starting to set it up on the table.

~*~
JC watched as Lance poured them each a glass of orange juice. He handed one to JC and put the juice back in the fridge. There was silence afterwards. JC couldn't take it, so he started talking.

"So, uh, Lance," he said, staring into his juice, "what was it you were gonna tell me?"

Lance grinned but JC didn't see it. Lance set down his drink and walked over in front of JC. He took the older man's drink and set it on the counter beside them, pushing JC's chin up with his index finger until they were eye to eye. JC swallowed, trying hard to ignore the fact that Lance was so close to him. Lance's finger was tracing the outline of JC's lips, and suddenly their faces were only centimeters apart.

When Lance's lips touched JC's, all thoughts of anything else flew right out the window. They pushed their bodies together, Lance's arms going around JC's waist and JC's arms going around Lance's neck. Lance's tongue traced the outline of JC's lips, just as his finger had done seconds before, and JC eagerly opened his mouth. Their tongues met tentively at first, and then with more passion. They slid over each lazily, exploring each other's mouth as much as possible. Lance tasted like liquor and orange juice, a taste that was driving JC wild.

They pulled back slowly, Lance's head immediaetly falling into the crook of JC's neck as they tried to catch their breath. When JC started kissing up and down his neck, Lance pushed him back.

"Bedroom," he whispered, kissing away the hurt pout that had formed on JC's lips.

JC grinned and nodded, grabbing Lance's hand and dragging him towards the door. They pushed it open, and scrambled past Justin and Chris and over Joey's body.

"Where are you guys going?" asked Justin. "Don't you want to see me whoop Chris's ass?"

Chris mumbled a few four letter words and stared at the gameboard. JC didn't even look back as he dragged Lance up the stairs.

"Sorry Justin, not now!" he yelled, disappearing from sight.

Chris grinned, Justin giggled, and Joey sighed with a smile on his face as he slowly got off the floor and sat to the left of Chris.

"Gee, I wonder what they're doing," said Joey, rolling his eyes and grinning. "They are way too damn obvious."

Justin laughed. "Yeah, but they're good for each other." He moved his castle a few spots. "Check."

Chris threw his hands up and cursed loudly. "What the hell is this, torture and beat Chris's ass day?" he asked.

Justin nodded and grinned. "Yep! It's an all week event! Stay tuned."'

Chris dropped his head to the table, and Joey laughed.

"Come on man, it's not that bad," he said.

"Oh, and I suppose you can do better?" asked Chris, sitting up and rubbing his forehead.

Joey nodded. "As a matter of a fact, I can." When Chris just raised his
eyebrow, Joey moved behind him. He picked up the horse, moved it up and to the right, and set it back down. "Checkmate."

Justin laughed at the look on Chris's face. He sighed happily and leaned back in his chair.

"I love game day."

THE END