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By the time JC finally made it back up the Jungle Room it was later. It had grown dark outside and inside the house too, as people had made their ways to their individual rooms.

JC didn't want to go back to the Jungle Room. Lance had never finished reacting to his confession and he really didn't want to hear it right before going to bed. "Fucking Chris had to go and ruin it all," he muttered as he slowly climbed the stairs.

He padded down the dark hall and creaked the door open just a little. He peeped inside to see Lance lying under the leopard blanket, sound asleep in the bed. JC smiled as he slipped inside, shutting the door behind him. He went to his bag in the corner and quickly changed. He tried to stay out of the glow of the aquarium not wanting to give Lance a glimpse of anything if he were to wake up.

JC crept across the room to his side of the bed and slowly lifted the blanket. He slid under it pulling it tightly around his body. 'Well, this is awkward,' he thought as he tried to ignore the fact that Lance was sleeping just INCHES away in the same bed as he. He rolled over on his side restlessly, trying to get comfortable.

"Hey Josh," a voice called out from behind him. He looked over his should wondering if he had imagined it, "Josh?" the voice persisted.

"Yeah, Lance, what is it?" he asked allowing his eyes to slip shut as he bit down on his lower lip.

"You know it doesn't creep me out or anything, right?" Lance asked quietly.

"I know," JC said trying to hold in the breath of relief that had flooded his throat.

"I mean I was just surprised that's all," Lance tried to explain but he felt as though he were failing miserably. JC heard the doubt in his voice and he rolled over slowly to face him.

"I had to tell someone, Lance, you're the only one I could tell," he paused, 'The only one I wanted to tell' he thought before adding, "I mean it'd be too weird telling Joey and Justin cuz ya know they're a couple and Chris would've made fun of me."

"No, he wouldn't have," Lance laughed as he shook his head.

"I knew you'd understand," JC mumbled quietly.

"I understand completely," he whispered as JC rolled back over to face away from Lance. 'You just don't understand me,' Lance thought sadly.

"Night Lance," JC murmured before he was sucked into sleep.

"Night Josh," he replied quietly squinting his eyes shut in order to hold back the tears.

JC smiled as Lance called him 'Josh.' No one ever called him that but Lance had. Lance had started doing it a lot more. One day JC had asked him why one day and Lance just grinned. He said something like, 'it suits you better' or something like that. It made JC happy just to of it.

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"So what did you think of the whole Lance and JC thing today?" Justin asked sitting down on the edge of Joey's and his bed.

"They couldn't be more obvious," Joey smirked, "I knew it even before JC told me," he slipped flinching as soon as he did. Justin turned around and began crawling up the bed towards Joey. His tongue snaked out from between his teeth as he licked his lips seductively. He reached Joey and pushed his hot tongue against the shell of Joey's ear.

"What exactly did JC say, baby?" he whispered as he slipped his hands up Joey's shirt and played lightly at his nipples.

"Just, that's not fair. I can't tell you," he mumbled leaning into Justin's touch.

"Well then I guess I can't do this anymore," Justin mumbled as he slipped his hand down Joey's body and gripped his growing erection through his pants. He began to let go and move away when Joey's hand stopped him.

"Nah, nope, not fair, you can't use sex, you know it's my weakness," Joey moaned thrusting a little into his lover's hand.

"Oh but I am," Justin said letting go for a minute and standing up. He slowly slipped his wifebeater up and over his head. He undid his pants and let them slip to the floor. He began to pull down his boxers but stopped and looked up at a practically drooling Joey. He leaned down and gripped Joey's chin in between his thumb and index finger, "You want more, you better spill, Joey, dear."

"JC's gay and he likes Lance, JC's gay and he likes Lance," Joey mumbled grabbing Justin and pulling him to the bed. He climbed up on top of the blonde and pulled the boxers down quickly.

"Hmm, that's interesting," Justin hummed as Joey lowered himself further down the bed and gripped Justin's erection. Joey stood and removed his clothes and lay back down on top of Justin.

"Yeah it is, but not right now," Joey grumbled as he kissed hungrily at Justin's neck.

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Lance turned over in bed and looked at JC's sleeping form. His neck was craned to the side as his chest slowly rose and fell with each breath. When they had stopped talking they were on completely different sides of the bed but as the night progressed JC moved closer and closer to the center line before ending up right on top of it. Lance had to lie on his side just to stay on the bed. He didn't mind though.

He couldn't sleep anyway, not when he was this close to the man of his dreams. 'Damn it, why does he have to be so beautiful," he thought as he let out a long sigh.

Lance rested his head back down on the pillow and shut his eyes tightly trying to ignore the weight of JC's body so close to his. Lance fell asleep trying to think of what he could possibly get JC for Christmas that would do him justice.