| Little White Lie |
| written by Robin |
| He was somewhere in-between consciousness and light slumber when he felt it; the slightest of ticklish touches making their way up his arm. He sighed in his sleep, the blonde hairs on his arm standing straight up and causing him to furrow his brow in annoyance. Shrugging his arms a bit, he sunk back into the soft bed and closed his eyes. Just as he was drifting off, the touches were back and with more persistence. Squinting with his eyes shut, Lance tried to determine what was on his arm. At first he had started to freak out, thinking that a huge, disgusting spider was crawling up his arm, but after freezing for a second, he realized the touches weren't legs. Instead, they were fingers. A goofy smile spread across Lance's face, wondering if this was Justin's way of waking him up this morning. He grinned, thinking of better ways of being woken up, but considering they were both in Tennessee visiting Justin's family for the weekend, he figured it would have to do. Turning in bed, Lance opened his eyes slowly, blinking and focusing on Justin's angelic face. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by a soft snore from Justin's mouth. Lance was confused. Raking his eyes over his lover, the blankets tucked up to his shirt covered chest, he realized that Justin was still asleep. Looking closer, he noticed that both of his hands were tucked under his cheek to help prop up his head. If he weren't so confused, not to mention a little freaked out, Lance would have thought Justin looked quite adorable. 'What, or should I say *who* the hell is messing with my arm? Lance wondered. Turning slowly in bed, Lance lay facing the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, he turned his head slowly to the right, coming face to face with a mop of slightly curly blonde hair, shining blue eyes, chubby pink cheeks and an innocent smile. Turning his head down at an angle, he spotted the other culprit. Shaking his head, he smiled at them and held up a finger, signaling for them to wait. Rolling over in bed again, Lance placed a hand on Justin's shoulder, shaking gently. Justin mumbled in his sleep, his closed eyes squinting in annoyance as he slapped at Lance's hands. Grinning, Lance started poking him in the side. "Sweetness," he sing-songed softly, "time to wake up darlin. Baby cakes, it's time to rise and shine!" He snickered silently, knowing how much Justin hated pet names. He saw Justin's eyelids twitch and then lift, revealing a pair of sleepy, dark blue eyes. Lance sighed, kissing Justin softly on the lips. Justin grinned, rolling himself on top of Lance's body and making a trail of kisses across his face and down towards his neck. Lance suppressed a moan, pushing his hands against Justin's chest but not really trying too hard. "Um, Justin?" he said, laughing slightly, "I think you need to stop." Justin ignored him, biting Lance's earlobe and making him gasp. "Doesn't sound like you want me to stop," he grinned, making his way to Lance's throat. Lance groaned silently, knowing that if Justin's tongue reached his Adam's Apple there would be no way in hell he would be able to stop him. Grabbing Justin's face between his hands, Lance turned his head quickly to the side of the bed, forcing him to come face to face with his younger brothers Jon and Steven. Justin's eyes widened in shock and he practically flew off of Lance. Lance sat back, amused, as he watched Justin get all tangled up in the sheets. When he was so wrapped up that he couldn't move, Justin sat back on his heels, panting for breath. Jon and Steven both giggled, and even Lance had to grin at Justin's frazzled state. His curls were wild on top of his head, his cheeks were bright red, and his eyes were wide with shock. Looking at the two boys standing by the bed, Justin shook his head. "What are you two doing in here?" he asked, embarrassed that he had practically made out with his boyfriend in front of his brothers. Two more minutes and it would have gotten R-rated... Jon, the obvious leader of the two, motioned with his hands for Steven to step up beside him. It was then that Lance and Justin both noticed the trays they were holding. "We made you breakfast in bed Juju!" Jon said happily, holding out his tray. "You too Lance. We made enough for both of you." Lance was touched, and glancing next to him at Justin, he could see that he was too. "Well, that's very sweet you two," Justin smiled, twice as happy that they had thought to include Lance in their special breakfast. He lifted up the tray from Jon's hands, and Lance took the small glasses of orange juice that Steven was holding out to him. Smiling down at the food, Justin suppressed a chuckle. "Did you two make this yourselves?" he guessed. Jon and Steven nodded happily. "Yep!" said Jon. "Mama's still asleep. Look! We made eggs, and toast, and orange juice, and pancakes. 'Kay?" Lance looked over the tray of running eggs, burnt-to-a-crisp toast, and lumpy blueberry pancakes. He shook his head and smiled at Jon and Steven. "Thanks guys," he said. "You didn't have to make breakfast for us. Or me, really." Jon nodded. "Uh-huh! We did too." Lance cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" Jon sighed dramatically, but a giggle escaped his lips. "Cause Juju would've had a fit if we didn't feed you too." Lance laughed as Justin scowled. Elbowing a still giggling Steven, Jon grinned at Lance. "Plus, if Justin loves you, then we do too." Lance blushed, tucking his chin in towards his chest and hiding a watery smile. Justin was so lucky to have such a great support team as a family. Even his eight and five year old brothers just wanted him happy. Justin smiled, rubbing Lance's back underneath the blankets. "Thanks punk," Justin said, ruffling Jon's hair with a smile. Jon scowled, but grinned a toothy smile anyway. Justin nodded towards the door. "Why don't you two go turn on some cartoons in the living room until Mama wakes up," he suggested. "Lance and I will finish this *gourmet* breakfast you've made for us and be out soon." Jon nodded, grabbing Steven's arm and pulling him out of the room. Steven waved as he left, and with a laugh, Justin and Lance waved back. When the door shut, Lance shook his head in amazement. "Those are some great kids," he said, and Justin nodded. "They sure as hell are," he agreed. Grinning, he kissed Lance on the cheek. "Man, I never get breakfast in bed when I come alone. I need to bring you home more often!" he joked. Lance rolled his eyes and smacked his stomach. Looking down at their food, he pushed the tray towards Justin. "You first," he said. "What? Why me?" "It's *your* house..." "So?" "...and *your* brothers..." "SO?" "And because what I says goes," Lance grinned, "so eat." Justin grimaced. Picking up the burnt toast, he shrugged. "Maybe if I scrape off the black part it'll be okay." While Justin began working on the toast with a fork the boys had brought up, Lance looked around the tray, his eyes landing on the orange juice. Picking up the small glass, he peered inside. 'Looks safe to me,' he thought, and took a sip. "Mmm, this is good!" he smiled, taking a larger gulp. "Freshly sqee... oh wait, seed." He spit out the pit and giggled, taking another sip. "Hey Justin, this... seed." He spit it out. "Try some of this..." Lance coughed. He pursed his lips together, spitting out a seed, and then a second later, spitting out another one. Setting the glass of juice down, Lance wiped his mouth. He hadn't even drunk half of it, but he was afraid that the next sip could be fatal. Looking over at Justin, he raised an eyebrow. "What happened to your toast?" he laughed, looking at the half-dollar sized chunk in his hand and the pile of black toast crumbs on the tray. Justin shook his head. "I was trying to scrape off the black part and this is all that's left!" he laughed, holding out the chunk of toast in his hand. "And it's burnt too." He sighed. "Maybe we should just hide the food, tell them it was delicious, and bribe them with McDonald's to get their minds off of it." Justin bit his lip. "What do you think?" Lance was staring at the lumpy pancakes with wide eyes. Looking up at Justin, he pushed the tray off of him and nodded. "Considering that one of the blueberries just moved, I'm thinking McDonald's would be a wise choice." ~*~ Lance grabbed Justin's hand behind him as they snuck down the hallway. Peeking around the corner, they spotted Jon and Steven watching "The Rugrats" in the living room. Lance grinned. "Okay, they're distracted," he said. "We can make a clean break for the kitchen and head straight to the car before they even see us. Lets go!" He started moving, but stopped when he realized Justin wasn't following him. "Justin!" he whispered, capturing the younger man's attention. "Lets go," he said, "we have the perfect opportunity." Justin bit his bottom lip, sending brief glances to the television. "But, I haven't seen this episode," he pouted. Lance dropped his head, not sure if he wanted to laugh, smile or smack Justin upside the head. Shaking his head, he glanced up, he eyes twinkling with mirth. "You are so four years old," he chuckled, kissing Justin's pouty lips. "But that's what I love about you." Justin's eyes lit up. "So ... can we stay?" Lance nodded. "We can stay," he said, sighing as Justin squealed and dragged him into the living room. 'Good-bye, solid food. I knew thee well.' Jon grinned happily as Justin and Lance sat down on the couch behind him. "How was the food?" he asked nervously. Justin grinned. "It was the BEST little bro," he said, patting his stomach. "It tasted great. Isn't that right Lance?" When Justin, Jon and Steven all turned to look at him, Lance knew he had to put on a good show. Sighing contentedly and throwing an arm behind Justin's back, he rubbed his belly. "Yep, it sure was," he agreed. "I'm so full that I might just have to add a few notches to the old belt here." Jon and Steven both giggled, smiling proudly, and Justin hid a grin behind his hand. When the boys turned back around to watch TV, Justin took the opportunity to stretch out on the couch, resting his head on Lance's shoulder. "Thanks for that Lance," he whispered into his ear. "You were great." Lance smiled, twirling his fingers in Justin's curls. "It's okay," he whispered back, sighing happily. "Sometimes a little white lie is the best truth there is." THE END |