| Chapter 17 |
| JC shuffled his feet, nervously chewing on his bottom lip in thought. He stared into the peep hole of the door, trying to see if he could see anything going on inside, but he only got a reflection of his own eye back. Sighing and raising his fist, he knocked on the door and stepped back. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his brown leather jacket, he hoped he wasn't too over dressed for lunch. Besides the jacket, he was wearing a dark blue V-neck sweater and a pair of dark jeans. It seemed like a nice way to impress Lance at the time, but now he was having second thoughts. Before he could turn around and take off his jacket, he heard the door crack as it opened. Joey poked his head out of the door, grinning at JC. Shutting the door to unlock it, he opened it again, holding his arms out wide. "Welcome to Casa de Lance!" he said loudly. "The most boring place in the world." "Shut up Joey!" JC heard Lance yell from somewhere inside, and he chuckled to himself. Joey rolled his eyes and waved his hands, motioning JC inside. He whistled as JC walked by, making the older man blush. "Your date will be ready shortly son," said Joey in a deep, fatherly voice. "Why don't you have a seat. Let me get to know you a bit." JC grinned but played along, sitting down on a lawn chair. Joey broke character for a second to laugh. "Sorry about the furniture, man," he said. "Lance hasn't moved all his crap in yet." JC shrugged and Joey nodded, his voice going deep again. "So boy, do you do drugs?" "No sir," said JC, suppressing a laugh. Joey nodded and rubbed his beard. "You drink?" "Just the occasional beer," answered JC, and he received a pointed look from Joey. "Not tonight you don't." JC nodded, eyes wide. "So, tell me JC... what are your intentions with my boy?" JC's mouth fell open a little, caught off guard. "Um, I..." "Come now," said Joey, "speak up. I only want the best for my muffin." JC blushed. Opening his mouth to respond, he was saved from having to say something when Lance appeared from the bedroom. "Joey!" he scolded. "God, I told you to leave him alone." He smiled apologetically at JC. "Sorry JC. Are you ready to go?" JC nodded, standing up and trying not to stare *too* much at Lance. He was looking good in a pair of loose denim pants and a red T-shirt that stretched across his stomach perfectly. They walked to the door, Joey throwing an arm around each of them before they made it out. "You kiddies have fun now. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he winked. Lance snorted. "Like that leaves much." Joey made a face and opened his mouth to respond, but Lance grinned and dragged JC out of the apartment, shutting the door in Joey's face before he could comment. ~*~ "So, where do you want to go to lunch?" asked JC, steering his Jeep out into the busy street. Lance shrugged. "I'm not sure. Not the cafe, we've both been there enough." JC nodded in agreement. "Where do you like to go to eat?" JC smiled and shrugged, glancing at Lance out of the corner of his eye. "I like unique food. Stuff like Chinese, Japanese, Mongolian, whatever." Lance licked his lips. "Ooh, Mongolian sounds good! Is there one around here?" "Yeah. There's a place downtown that I've been to a few times. It's great." He looked at Lance. "So you want to go there?" Lance nodded. "Please!" He winked at JC, and they smiled at each other. Looking back at the road, JC's eyes widened slightly as the light at the intersection turned red right before he could cross it. "Shit!" he said, slamming on the brakes. Instinctively, his right arm reached out to hold Lance back into the seat. The car halted at the red light, both men relaxing into their seats with a sigh. His arm still across Lance's stomach, JC turned to him with wide eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked. Lance nodded. "Fine." JC looked down, seeing his arm folded across Lance's stomach, and started to pull it back. Lance caught his hand though, and held onto to it tightly. JC stared at their hands, and then up at Lance. He smiled back and squeezed his hand. They drove to the restaurant in comfortable silence. ~*~ A few hours and chicken bowls later, Lance and JC left the restaurant laughing. Climbing back into the car with a giggle, Lance slouched down in his seat. "Oh man, I am so full," he grinned, rubbing his stomach. "JC, that was a *great* place. We need to go there again." JC nodded, catching the double meaning in Lance's words. "Yes, we sure do." He smiled and started up the car, listening to Lance gush about how cool it was to see the waiters cook the food right in front of him. He didn't think he ever enjoyed listening to someone else talk so much in his life. When he pulled up in front of Lance's apartment building, he couldn't help the wave of disappointment that washed over him. Before he could say good-bye though, Lance spoke up. "Hey, do you want to come up?" he asked. JC tried not to grin *too* widely. "Sure," he said. Lance climbed out of the car, as did JC, and led him into the building. Taking the elevator up to the fifth floor, they walked silently to Lance's apartment and went inside. Looking around, JC noticed that one thing was different. "Hey, where's Joey?" he asked. "He left." Lance nodded and winked at JC. "Joey's a smart man." JC blushed, looking down at his feet. "So..." he said. "So," said Lance. When their eyes met again, Lance took the first step forward. "Thank you for taking me out to lunch, and for picking me up." He grinned. "I haven't had that much fun in a while." JC shook his head, taking another step forward. "Me neither. Thank you for going with me." They both took another step, meeting halfway. Lance's eyes were level with JC's nose, and he smiled up into shining blue pools. "Your welcome," he whispered as their lips met. JC and Lance stood still at first, only their lips moving slowly together, neither man believing that they were actually kissing each other. Slowly, JC's tongue found its way to Lance's lips, and then into his mouth as Lance parted the pink flesh. Their hands fumbled between them, just holding hands at first and then moving to grasp hips and shoulders tightly. JC took a baby step forward, pressing his body to Lance's more as their tongues battled together. Needless to say, nobody lost. Pulling back slowly, Lance kept his eyes closed as he felt JC's warm pants of breath fanning his face. Opening his eyes, he looked at JC from under heavy eyelids and gave him a sexy grin. "Wow." JC opened his eyes, staring at Lance's bruised lips and flushed cheeks. "Wow indeed," he said, and captured Lance's lips once again. ~*~ Joey whistled as he stopped in front of Lance's door, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his copy key. Opening the door quietly, he peeked inside and then went in. Sniffing the air loudly, he started to sing softly. "Fee fi foe fum, I sense the smell of sex and cum!" He cackled naughtily to himself, stopping at the couch. Lance and JC were curled up on one end together, Lance's head resting on JC's chest. Joey smiled, looking them over. 'Still fully clothed,' he noted with a grin. 'Chris owes me ten bucks.' |