| Part 7 - Wall |
| When Justin woke up, he couldn�t figure out where he was. Then he felt the arm around his waist and the warm body pressed up against him. And he remembered the night before. He smiled when he remembered what had happened between him and Lance. He snuggled tighter into Lance�s arms, and the movement woke Lance up. Lance smiled down at Justin, who was still wiggling. �Morning, J,� Lance whispered. �Oh, sorry. I didn�t mean to wake you up,� Justin apologized. �That�s ok. It was time for me to wake up anyway. I don�t think I�ve ever slept better,� Lance admitted, his hand rubbing circles on Justin�s back. �Me neither,� Justin agreed, leaning into Lance�s touch. �We should get up because we have to meet the guys for breakfast, remember?� Lance reminded Justin. Justin groaned. �Can�t we just stay here all day?� he asked, already knowing that it wasn�t possible. He saw the look in Lance�s eyes and sighed. �Fine, but I get the shower first,� he said, sitting up. He was about to get off the bed when Lance grabbed his ankle and jerked him backwards. He landed on top of Lance and then looked behind him with a curious look on his face. Lance slid out from under him, running towards the bathroom. �Haha, *I* get the bathroom first,� Lance laughed, turning his head to look back at Justin. Justin gasped as he saw Lance run straight into the wall. �Holy shit, Lance, are you ok?� Justin asked, running to where Lance was. �Oww,� Lance whined, pouting. �I guess not,� Justin said, trying not to laugh. He led Lance back to the bed and went to the kitchen to get some ice for the bump on Lance�s head. Justin held the ice to Lance�s head, noticing that Lance winced when the ice touched the bump on his head. �It�s all your fault,� Lance accused once his head stopped throbbing. �It�s my fault?� Justin asked, �you�re the one who didn�t watch where you were going!� �Yeah, but you distracted me,� Lance pouted, trying really hard not to laugh. �Oh shut up. You�re just trying to make me feel bad for you,� Justin replied, laughing. �Is it working?� Lance asked, smiling up at Justin. �A little,� Justin responded, kissing Lance lightly on the lips. �And now I get the shower first.� When Lance sat up to protest, Justin pushed him back down. �If you stand up, your head�s just going to hurt more. I�ll call the guys when I get out of the shower and tell them to just come over here for breakfast. We can order room service,� Justin told Lance. �Fine,� Lance grumbled, pouting again. �Oh stop pouting, you big baby,� Justin replied, grinning so that Lance knew he was kidding. He kissed the bump on Lance�s head carefully, before going to shower. |