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Justin chewed on his lip nervously, wondering if he should go look for Prince Lance. He had to be careful, because most likely King Lou was all ready at the party and Justin couldn't let himself be seen.

"Hey, kid! Curly!"

Justin turned around and saw a short man with a jester hat on walking towards him. He looked behind himself and then back at the man.

"Are you talking to me?" he asked.

Chris grinned at the kid and held out his hand. "The name's Chris. The jolly ... ah screw it. Listen kid, is your name Justin?"

Justin's eyes grew wide and he paled a little, his grip growing weak in
Chris's hand. "Who wants to know?" he whispered.

Chris was confused about kid's reaction, but brushed it off. He stepped closer to Justin, so that he was whispering in his ear, "Did you meet a guy in the market yesterday? A guy named ... Lance?"

Justin's eyes were wide with excitement, and while he tried to hide it, Chris could see it. "Yeah, I did," whispered Justin, looking around the room and then back at Chris. "Do you know him? Is he here?"

Chris grinned. "Oh yeah, he's definitely here!" Looking around to make sure no one was listening, he grabbed Justin's arm. "Come on kid, follow me."

~*~
Lance hopped down from his throne again, grinning as he saw Chris grab Justin's arm and lead him towards the front of the room. Lance was heading for the door when he passed his parents.

"Lance! Where are you going son?" asked King James. "You still have all of these young ladies to meet!"

Lance chewed on his bottom lip, thinking up a lie to tell his parents. He groaned and grabbed his stomach. "I don't feel very well," he said. "I think it was the shrimp."

"Oh, my poor baby!" cooed Queen Diane. "James! Go throw that shrimp away! I'll not have anymore sickness in this house!" King James grabbed a guard and went to get rid of the food. Turning to Lance, Queen Diane kissed his forehead and pushed him to the door. "Go lay down sweetie, and get better!"

"Okay," sighed Lance, biting back a grin. "Oh, and mom? Please send Chris back to my room when you see him. I wish to speak with him."

"Of course," said Queen Diane, waving Lance away. Lance walked towards his room with a grin, whistling the whole way there.

~*~
Chris looked around the throne area, starting to panic and curse
not-so-quietly when he couldn't find Lance. Justin looked doubtful and wished he hadn't come to the party. Chris saw the queen and rushed to her side. He bowed and tried to speak calmly.

"Queen Diane! You're looking lovely this evening!" he smiled. "Have you seen little Prince Lance?"

Queen Diane smiled at Justin and then at Chris. "Yes, Christopher. He's in his room and was asking for you. It seems he's a bit sick from the seafood."

Chris bit back a laugh and bowed again. "Thank you my lady." He pulled Justin threw the curtains and towards Lance's room.

"Lance is sick?" Justin asked worriedly.

Chris laughed and grinned at Justin. "Hardly! He just made that up so he could leave the party. Ah, here we are!"

Justin became very nervous as Chris knocked on Lance's door. 'This is it,' he thought. 'Why am I so nervous? I've only met this man once! Oh, yeah, and he's a prince.' The door opened and Justin's breath caught in his throat. 'Oh my God, he's beautiful.'

'Oh God, he's just beautiful,' thought Lance.

Chris looked between Lance and Justin, watching them watch each other. He cleared his throat and started backing up. "Well, I'm not needed here anymore. I'll just head back to the party." When neither man said anything, or even acknowledged that Chris was there, he just whistled and turned away. "Okaaaaaaaay..."

Lance broke out of his spell and held the door to his room open. "Um, would you like to come in?" he asked.

Justin smiled, glad that Lance was as nervous as he was, and stepped inside. He admired all of Lance's beautiful and expensive things, his mouth open in awe. "Wow," he said. "You have a very nice room."

"Yeah," Lance said, staring at Justin, "it's beautiful."

Justin blushed under Lance's stare, and dropped his gaze to the floor.
Suddenly, he was very aware of Lance standing right next to him, his breath causing goosebumps on Justin's neck. Lance tentatively took one of Justin's hands in his own, running his finger over the back of it. Justin swallowed thickly but still didn't look up. Lance put a finger under Justin's chin, forcing the younger man to look him in the eye.

"I ... I want ... would it be okay to ..." Lance searched for the right
words, but found there were none. He moved until his face was a mere half an inch from Justin's. "I want to kiss you," he whispered.

Justin swallowed nervously, his eyes darting around the room before landing on Lance's green ones. He smiled and nodded. "Okay."

Lance smiled as he touched his lips to Justin's sweetly. Justin responded right away, kissing Lance softly and then crushing their lips together. Lance put one hand on Justin's hip whole they other lost itself in Justin's curls. He ran his tongue along the outside of Justin's lips, and moved in slowly when Justin opened his mouth. Their tongues moved erotically over each other as their bodies moved towards the bed.

They took a breath as they fell onto the bed together, their lips immediately finding each other in another mind-melting kiss. Lance moved so that his body was on top of Justin's, and Justin let his hands roam up and down Lance's strong back. Slowly, they both pulled back from the kiss.

Justin opened his eyes, losing himself in Lance's. He picked up Lance's hand and kissed it softly. "I think..." he started, not sure if Lance felt the same way or not, "...I think I'm falling in love with you," he whispered.

Lance smiled softly, running his finger over Justin's soft lips. "Good," he said. "Because I am absolutely falling in love with you."