| Scenes From A Bedroom |
| Scene 1: Hollywood Justin crawled into bed next to Lance, snuggling against the older man's side and resting his head on Lance's stomach. Lance wrapped his arm around Justin's shoulders and turned down the volume on the TV. "What are you watching?" asked Justin. "Cheers." "Really? Since when do you like that show?" Lance shrugged. "I dunno. It's the only thing on. It's okay." He paused and tilted his head to one side. "You know, Ted Danson reminds me of JC." Justin laughed, squinting at the television. "Like how?" "Like, the hair," grinned Lance. Justin lifted the hem of Lance's shirt up slowly, revealing a few inches of tan skin. He breathed on the spot for a second, and then kissed the skin. "You know he wears a hairpiece right?" Lance's eyes bugged out and he started laughing. "Who? JC?" Justin poked him in the stomach. "No, loser," he grinned, "Ted Danson. Or least, on the show he did." Lance shook his head. "I'll never understand Hollywood." ~*~ Scene 2: Talk To Me Lance smiled as Justin licked his stomach. "I think-" "Don't hurt yourself now." Lance scowled, but his face quickly softened when Justin chuckled against him, making his skin vibrate. Licking his lips, he continued. "I just don't get people sometimes," he said casually as Justin pushed him on his back and started crawling up his body. "They confuse me." Justin grunted as he pulled Lance's shirt over his head. Lance raised him arms when needed, but kept on talking as Justin kissed all over his chest. "I mean, take Joey for example." He heard Justin snort against his skin and look up at him. "I wouldn't take him if you paid me," he grinned, then licked at Lance's collarbone. Lance didn't even blink, and yet somehow his hands had gotten into Justin's curls. "Joe's a good guy," said Lance, "but I swear sometimes he contradicts himself." "Oh?" Justin seemed much more interested in Lance's Adam's apple than his words. "Yeah," said Lance. "Like, he totally ragged on Chris about the pineapple head, and yet his hair makes him look like Bozo. Yeah, and he laughs his ass off whenever JC is sporting pink and calls it 'casual wear' and yet the guy won't go anywhere without his leopard print fur coat and tinted glasses." He hummed as Justin nibbled at his earlobe. "I just don't get people." ~*~ Scene 3: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow "Lance?" "Yeah baby?" "Do you think I should shave my head?" "Yes." "Ouch. Why?" "Because." "Because why?" "Um, because you'll got hot in summer?" "Lance..." "Uh, because it's all the rage in Paris?" "Paris?" "Paris, Texas?" "Not funny." "Sorry. I thought it was." "It wasn't. Well, kinda. Maybe." Pause. "Lance?" "Yes, baby?" "Would you still love me with no hair?" "No." "LANCE!" "Haha, kidding. Of course I would." "Really?" "Really." "Thanks." Pause. "Hey Lance?" "Yes, Justin?" "What do you think I would like with cornrows?" "Goodnight Justin." "But I-" "CLICK. Lance is no longer here right now. Please leave you name, number, and current hair style at the beep and I'll get back to you ... maybe. BEEP." ~*~ Scene 4: Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my! Justin lay on his stomach, legs kicking in the air and his chin resting on his folded arms. He held one hand out and flipped through the channels on the TV with the remote. Lance sat up at the head of the bed reading a book, the lamp beside him on to help seeing the words easier. They sat in a comfortable silence, until Justin paused the TV on an old movie channel where they were howing "The Wizard of Oz." "I used to love this movie," said Justin, looking over his shoulder at Lance. Lance glanced up from his page, his reading glasses falling to the end of his nose. He gave a small, humoring smile. "Oh?" Justin nodded, turning back around. Lance waited in case there was more, but after a few seconds he shook his head and returned to his book. A few minutes later, Justin started to sing softly, his hips bouncing on the bed. "Ding-dong the witch is dead. Which old witch? The wicked witch! Ding-dong the wicked witch is dead!" He quieted down to a soft humming and Lance grinned to himself. 'That's my boy.' Later on in the movie, Justin started speaking with the movie again. Lance glanced up and grinned at Justin's wide eyes. "Lions and tigers and bears, oh my," Dorothy said on the screen, and Justin's lips mimicked hers. "Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Lions and tiger and bears, oh my!" Lance snickered and set his book down, slowly getting onto his hands and knees. 'Steady now Lance, steady. Almost there ... almost ... come on baby, just a little more to the left.' Justin squirmed throughout the scene, and moved his body over to the left a little. Lance grinned and got into position. He watched the movie for his cue. "Lions and tigers and bears..." Just as the Cowardly Lion jumped out of the woods, Lance pounced on Justin and held on tight. Justin screamed, eyes wide and clawing at Lance. He managed to crawl away when Lance doubled over in laughter at the deer-in-headlights look he had on his face. "LANCE!" yelled Justin, his heart racing rapidly. "That was not fucking funny!" Lance's face was red from laughing so hard. "You almost gave me a fucking heart attack, you ass." Lance wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and grinned. "Aww, I'm sorry baby," he cooed, crawling over to Justin and hugging him. Justin huffed and pushed him away. "Don't even try it," he pouted. "You scared me." "I'm sorry," Lance smiled. "Liar." "Justin!" laughed Lance. "I swear by my love for you that I was only kidding. You know that I love you right?" "Well..." "Please?" Lance sniffled and made puppy dog eyes. He could see Justin physically cave. "Forgive me?" "Okay," Justin said, pulling Lance to him and kissing his cheek. "But one of these days, I'm will get you back." Lance nodded to Justin and kissed him, grinning over his shoulder. 'Sure you will Justin,' he thought with a snicker, 'sure you will.' ~*~ Scene 5: Heart Lance stared at the magazine picture with a frown on his face. He traced the image of Justin's beautiful face on the page, and then the image of Britney's equally attractive face. He looked at their joined hands, or more important, Justin's ring on her finger. He scowled and made an 'X' over Britney's smiling face. "Lance, please stop looking at that," sighed Justin. "You know it's just for looks. It's just a ring." "Yes, but it's *your* ring, and it's on *her* finger," grumbled Lance. He hated that he was whining, but he couldn't help it. He hated feeling helpless even worse. Justin gave him a look and he sighed, pulling the younger man closer to him and tossing the magazine on the floor. "That ring should be on my hand," he announced a few minutes later. Justin grinned. "Nah, you deserve better. And maybe one day," he smiled, "I'll be putting a different ring on your finger." Lance blushed and kissed Justin softly. "I love you," he whispered against Justin's lips. "I'm sorry for being an ass." Justin chuckled. "No problem." He winked and pinched Lance's butt. "It's what I love most about you." Lance laughed, casting one last glance at the picture before returning to Justin's arms. "It should still be my ring," he whispered, and Justin grinned. "Maybe so," he said, "but just know that even though Britney has my ring, you will always have my heart." THE END |
| written by Robin |