| Chapter 18 |
| TWO DAYS LATER... Lance whistled to himself as he finished vacuuming the living room carpet. Shutting the machine off, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and sighed, looking around room. He shook his head at all of the boxes stacked up around him. 'This place is going to need some serious work,' he thought. 'Oh well. I'll make Joey do it.' Grinning, he headed into his bedroom and sat down on the unmade bed. "At least they got this moved in here," he said out loud. "And my dresser too. This place could being looking a home in no time." Smiling and ripping open a cardboard box labeled 'LANCE'S THINGS' he began to unpack. About twenty minutes later, he heard the doorbell ring. Still busy trying to rearrange his personal items on his shelves, he yelled out to the house. "Joey! Chris! Somebody get the door please!" He heard a few loud grumbles and smart remarks coming from the living room, and he grinned to himself, turning back around to start working again. A few minutes later, he felt strong arms encircling his waist and a light peck on his neck. He grinned and arched his neck into the lips before wiping his dusty hands on his shirt and spinning in JC's arms. "Hi," he said, giving JC a quick kiss on the lips. "Was that you at the door?" JC nodded. "Yeah. Chris didn't seem too thrilled to see me," he laughed. Lance rolled his eyes. "That's because I drew him away from his precious sports game to make him get the door for you. You really need your own key." JC nodded, and Lance noticed something in his eyes. "What?" JC bit his lip and gave Lance an innocent grin. "There's a game on?" Lance sighed and playfully pushed him away. "God, not another one. Go! Watch your game. Leave me here to slave away." JC grinned and gave Lance a long kiss. "Thanks babe," he said. "I'll be back to help as soon as it's over." Lance watched him sprint out of the room and shook his head. "Yeah, right. And maybe one day I'll be in a boyband." He laughed, greatly amused, and went back to work. ~*~ Joey made himself comfortable on Lance's couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table and stretching out so far that his shirt rose up from his stomach just the tiniest bit. Patting his stomach, he grabbed his can of pop, took a large gulp, and belched loudly. Chris, sitting next to him, snickered, and on the other end of the couch JC grinned. Holding out his hands for silence, Joey cocked one ear up into the air. As if on cue, Lance's voice floated out from the bedroom. "Joey! God, that's disgusting! Were you raised in a freaking barn?" Chris and JC cracked up laughing while Joey just shook his head. "Do I know the kid, or what?" he asked, rolling is eyes. Grinning at JC, he pointed towards the back room where Lance was. "This is what you'll be putting up with for the rest.of.your.LIFE." JC grinned and shrugged. "That's what I'm hoping for," he said quietly. Joey and Chris shared a look, making JC blush, and then burst into laughter. Sitting up, Joey pulled JC over closer to him and Chris. He handed him a new soda and an open bag of chips. "JC, man," he said, "I just have one thing to ask you." JC gulped down his soda and tried to belch, but it came out as more of a squeak than anything. Blushing, he looked up at Joey. "Um, yeah?" Joey nodded towards the TV, and then gave JC a serious face. "Who do you like more, the Pistons, or the Celtics?" JC tried his best not to let it show that he had no clue who Joey was referring to. 'Come on Chasez, think! Basketball, or baseball? Wait! What if it's hockey? I'm screwed.' "Ummm..." He tried to sneak a look at Chris, but Joey jerked his head back around. "Nope, no looking at Chris," he grinned. "Who do you like better? Spill it!" JC bit his bottom lip. "Um, the Pistons?" "Nooooooooooo!" shrieked Chris, standing up and letting the potato chip bag on his lap fall to the floor. "Not another one! Lord, take me now!" JC watched with wide eyes as Chris pretended to sob while Joey roared with laughter. Grinning, Joey slapped him on the back. "JC," he said, "I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship." ~*~ Lance sighed and wiped his dusty hands on his jeans. From somewhere in the other room, he could hear Joey and Chris screaming at the television, not to mention each other. "Go Pistons!" "Go Celtics!" "Detroit sucks!" "Oh yeah? Well, Boston blows!" Lance wrinkled his nose at their crude humor and glared at all of the full boxes littered around the room. Sighing, he collapsed onto his bed. The springs squeaked beneath him, but he didn't care. He was too tired. 'Damn Joey. Some help he turned out to be. Damn Chris. A big leech, that's what he is. Damn JC.' He thought about that for a second. 'No, not damn JC. He's a victim of the system. Or something.' Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong hands kneading at his shoulders. Burying his face further into the mattress, Lance groaned deeply. "Oh baby," he moaned, "where have you been all my life?" He heard JC laugh, and it made him smile. Sighing happily, he opened his eyes and met JC's smiling gaze. "What happened to the game?" he asked. JC shrugged. "It got boring. I'm more of a football man myself." He dug his fingers into Lance's back. "Besides, I promised you I'd help you out." He bent down and kissed up the back of Lance's neck. "And I never break my promises," he whispered. Lance let his eyes flutter shut for a few minutes, just enjoying the feel of JC's strong hands massaging his back. Opening his eyes again and finding JC watching him, he grinned, grabbing the other man's hands and crawling on top of him. "My turn," he whispered, before crushing his lips to JC's and making him moan. Thrusting his hips into JC's, Lance opened his eyes and grinned. "What do you say we play a little 'game' of our own in here?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. JC groaned, but decided to play along. "What did you have in mind?" he asked. Lance licked his earlobe. "What do you think?" JC bit his lip. "Scrabble?" Lance nibbled on his earlobe. "Nope." "Old maid?" Lance sucked on the skin beneath his ear. "Nuh-uh." JC grunted. "Ch-checkers?" Lance stopped licking his throat, and sat up on JC's chest with a grin. "Checkers? I *love* checkers!" JC whimpered. "Laaaance, I was kidding!" When Lance's face fell slightly, JC smiled and pulled him back down, kissing him softly. "Allow me to make it up to you. May I?" Lance grinned. "Like I would actually say no." ~*~ Sometime when Lance's hands were rubbing JC's thighs through his jeans and JC's fingers were running up and down Lance's spine, the doorbell rang. Lance groaned into JC's mouth, his eyes popping open. Pulling back, he yelled out huskily. "Get the door!" Grinning down at JC's drooping eyelids, he lowered his head again. Before their lips touched, the doorbell rang again. Lance growled and shouted, "Joey! Chris! Get the damn door you schmucks!" JC laughed, making Lance's body shake. "I don't think they can hear you above their own screaming," he grinned. Lance sighed. "I really need new friends." Climbing off of JC, he snuck a look at himself in the mirror and gasped. "Oh man," he laughed. "I look like some horny teenager who just got caught getting it on with her boyfriend in the back-seat of a Volvo." JC grinned. "Vrrrrroom!" Lance smacked his arm. "You're a bad influence on me." He shook his head and stood up when he heard the doorbell ring. "Be right back." Trying desperately to straighten out his hair and praying Joey wouldn't look at him, Lance left the bedroom. Passing a mirror on the way by, he grinned at his flushed face. 'Look at what he's done to you all ready,' he thought. 'You haven't been this aggressive in a relationship since ... hell, you've *never* been this aggressive!" Blushing, Lance turned away from the mirror and jogged to the front door. Opening it, he could only imagine the shock that registered on his face. "Justin." |