| 'Round Midnight |
| Lance sighed sleepily and slipped down further between the warm bed comforters, pulling them up so that only the very tips of his blonde spikes could be seen. Johnny had rented an extremely large suite in the hotel, and each guy had gotten their own room, except for Lance and JC. They always shared a room, no matter what. Lance heard a door open, and he smiled when he heard his lover humming something quietly. It wasn't even a real song; just some random melody in JC's head. He heard deliberatly quiet footsteps approach the bed, and soon felt his body turn towards one side as somebody sat down on the end. The covers were lifted slightly and Lance shivered as the cool air caused goosebumps to form all over his body. Almost immediately he felt strong arms encircle him and heard a soft chuckle. "Cold much, baby?" JC asked, whispering so as to not wake the guys in the other rooms. Lance yawned and buried his head in the crook of JC's neck, breathing deeply and exhaling a warm breath on JC's neck. "Not anymore," he said with a soft smile. Lance closed his eyes, but JC continued. "Wade was acting extra bithcy today," he said, a little louder this time. "I mean it's not like we mess up on purpose or anything! Well, Chris does. And Joey. Sometimes Justin. And, you know, once in a while we join in but is that really 'fucking with his mind,' as Wade so delicately put it? I think not. You know what I think, I think we should..." Lance sighed and pressed his face into the pillow. JC loved to talk, especially late at night when Lance was dead tired and incapable of doing anything sexual besides a few kisses and the occasional 'groping massage,' as Chris liked to call it. Lance needed some sleep and he was too tired to listen to JC talk about random nosense. He rolled his body on top of JC's and pressed their mouths together, loosing himself slightly as the kiss deepened and JC's tongue did a hell of a lot more than just talk. Just when Lance was enjoying their late night 'chat,' there was a knock at the door. Lance sighed and climbed off of his boyfriend, not even bothering to ignore the persistant rappings at the door. He opened it and was met with a half asleep Justin. The younger man was leaning against the doorframe, staring at the ground instead of up at Lance and looking rather sheepish. He had on white and blue striped pajama pants, a white wifebeater that was slightly crooked due to a restless night's sleep, and his hair looked like it had lost a fight with Dirk. To top it all off, he was clutching something between his arms, almost as if he were too embarrased to show what it was. Lance grinned. It was the Ernie doll he and JC had gotten him for his eighteenth birthday. JC told him it was "to prove he was a real man." JC had thrown an arm over Justin's slim shoulders and said, "And when you're twenty-one, we'll buy you the matching Bert doll. It will open up a whole new world for you, trust me." Lance had doubled over in laughter at look of confusion on Justin's face. Later that night, still confused over his gift, he had asked Lance if he ever had a Bert and Ernie doll. Lance glanced over at JC from across the room, looked at Justin and winked. "I've had them for years." ~*~ "What's up Ju?" Lance asked, smiling at his friend. Justin looked up at him and blushed. "I was, uh, I was wondering if I could, you know, um, skwlehhdwihtndmJC," Justin said, blushing further. Lance shook his head. The only word he had understood was 'JC.' "Come again Justin? I didn't hear you." Justin ducked his head and spoke in a slight whisper. "Can I sleep with you and JC?" Lance was shocked and it showed all over his face. 'Damn Josh, those dolls really do work!' he thought. Justin read the conflict over Lance's face, and if possible, turned even redder. "No! No, I, no. Not like that," he stumbled. "I uh, had a nightmare and I was wondering if I could sleep with you guys tonight." Lance laughed and stepped aside. "Of course Justin, come in." Justin grinned and shuffled into the room. JC pulled back the covers of his and Lance's king-sized bed, since he had happened to "overhear" Lance and Justin's conversation. 'You were snooping and you know it,' he thought to himself, but said nothing out loud. Lance slid in bed next to Josh with Justin right behind him. "Thanks guys. Night." "Night J." "Night Ju." ~*~ Lance was somewhere between sleep and consciousness when there was another knock at the door. He sighed and threw the covers back, earning muffled protests from JC and Justin. He ignored them and opened the door. Joey was standing there, looking at his feet much like Justin had earlier. "What's up Joe? You wanna sleep here tonight?" Joey's head snapped up in surprise. "What? How'd you know?" Lance shrugged. "I'm physhic." "More like psycho." Lance nodded. "Probably. What's your excuse?" Joey blushed and ducked his head, rubbing the back of his next with his hand in a nervous manner. "I dunno," he said. "I guess, you know, we usually have to share rooms with each other and I was kinda, ya know, lonely." "Aww, Joey, ya big lug," Lance grinned, hugging Joey tightly and planting a big wet kiss on his cheek. "I didn't know ya cared," he drawled. Joey rubbed his cheek with a disgusted look. "Eww, Lansten! Save your slobber for JC." "That and much more," Lance said sweetly. Joey groaned and headed for the bed, mumbling something about "wet bandmates" and "too much information." Lance sighed and remained standing by the door. 'It should be any time now,' he thought. 'Then maybe I can get some sleep.' ~*~ Sure enough, about twenty minutes later there was another knock at the door. Lance pulled it open and smiled at Chris. "I don't think king-sized beds were made for five grown men but what the hell," he said. Chris shrugged and walked into the room and they both headed for the bed. "Nightmare?" Lance asked. "Nope, I just didn't wanna be left out." Chris batted his eyelashes and sighed dreamily. "Plus, I know y'all missed me *so* much." Lance rolled his eyes and climbed in bed next to Josh, moving his feet to let Chris curl up between his and JC's legs. "You caught us Chris." He sighed and kissed JC one last time. "Well, goodnight everyone!" "Night Lansten." "Night Lance." "Sweet dreams baby." "Wet dreams Poofu." "Eww, no! I'm down here, remember?" "Shut up and go to sleep Chris." "Fine," Chris grumbled, closing his eyes. Once all was quiet again, he let one eye drift open. He saw Justin cuddled up with his Ernie doll and laughed quietly. "Bert and Ernie are so gay," he whispered, sighing and rolling over to go to sleep. ~*~ A few minutes later, Justin's eyes flew open. "OH! I get it!" THE END |
| written by Robin |