Whimpering7

He pulled himself out up and let his blurred vision clear. The sun was pouring in the window. His head spun and he had to put his head back on the pillow to make it stop. He'd have to remember to never go drinking with Lance again, that boy could hold his liquor with the best of them.

He let out a heart felt sigh and put himself into a sitting position, moving as fast as he could, he pushed himself up until he was standing. The room took a violent twist and he had to hold on to the nightstand to keep from falling on the floor. He stood there for a second before he made his way to the bathroom.

The hot water came in hot bursts and eased the stabbing pain in Chris's head. It didn't take him long to feel his normal exuberance return. After toweling off and getting dressed, he realized how hungry he was. He threw open the door of his room and stepped out. Justin was just coming out of his room, his tousled dark blonde curls, stood on end.

"Hey J, how's it hangin?"

"Like a horse." Justin said with a grin.

"EWWWWWW! Sick! How could an infant like you be hanging mike a horse?"

"Jealous?" This made Chris wrinkle his nose.

"Of you, never!"

"Jealousy is a terrible thing Christopher." Justin said as he shook his head.

"Rugrat!" Chris smiled as Justin opened the door to Joey's room. JC sat alone on the bed eating a bagel. Chris could feel his stomach clench a bit. The door to the bathroom was open so it was obvious no one was
in it. "Where are Lance and Joey?"

"I don't know." JC. said with a shrug as he took another bite of the bagel. "What's up between you and Joey anyways?" Chris's mouth dropped open.

"You call yourself a friend and you don't know." Chris's voice was hard he looked back and forth between Justin and JC. JC was eating his bagel and Justin stood by the food cart his face emotionless.

"All I know is that what Lance and Joey do in private is their own business."

"How can you say that!"

"It's easy, it's really not any of our business."

Chris's face contorted in anger. "You are one heartless bastard JC!"

"Chris I'm not a heartless bastard if I don't want to get in the middle of Joey and Lance's relationship. Besides Lance could avoid getting hurt if he was a better boyfriend." Chris suddenly took a step toward JC as
if he were going to attack him, but he stopped himself. He clenched and unclenched his fists and turned and walked out the door.

"I'll deal with you later." He shouted to JC as he slammed the door. He stood in the hallways a minute, his mind racing. He let out a deep breathe that he wasn't aware he'd been holding. Lance's room was right
across the hallway. Chris walked over to it and pulled the spare key card out of his pocket, he slide it easily through the lock. He put his hand on the doorknob and felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Whatever was inside wasn't going to be pretty and he wasn't sure if
he even wanted to see it, but he knew he had too.

He opened the door slowly and stepped in. he let his gaze wonder the room. The bed covers here heaped in a pile in the center of the bed and there was a thing layer of clothing covering the floor. Chris noted that Lance's pants from the night before are among the clothes. Joey stepped out of the bathroom door, a towel hung precariously low on his hips, another in his hand scrubbing his hair. His dark eyes burn when he caught sight of Chris.

"What do you want?!" Joey's voice a mere growl.

"Where's Lance?" Chris's voice was equally vicious.

"What difference does it make to you, he's mine."

"He's not yours! He's a human being and he doesn't belong to anyone!"

"That's where you're wrong, he belongs to me because I love him and he loves me, so that gives me permission to do as I please to him!" Joey said, barely whispering. He takes a step closer to Chris to assert how much larger his is but Chris doesn't step back, instead he takes his own step forward.

"Yeah well that's all going to stop!"

"Oh yeah, how? What you gunna do bout it you short shriveled little gnome!" Chris needed no further prompting; he threw himself at Joey. His small fists pounded into Joey's face. The surprise attack left Joey stunned for a second but it wasn't long before he reacted. He let several punches land on Chris's ribs. The extra weight of Chris made Joey loss his balance and they both fell in a heap on the floor.

They rolled on the floor, exchanging punches. By then there was blood coming from Joey's nose and Chris's lip was split open but they continued to rumble. Neither was aware of the door being opened but they did notice large
hands pulling them apart.

"JC called us and told us that you to would probably be fighting, what's the matter with the two of you!" Dre's deep voice was very angry and as he talked he squeezed Chris's bicep.

Chris looked up at the trusted face of the bodyguard. "We have to find Lance." Chris said his voice only slightly defeated but his eyes where shooting daggers at Joey.

"Mmmkay, Joe, good god boy put some pants on. When was the last time someone saw him?" Dre inquired.

"I saw him come in here last night after we came back from the club." Chris continued to glare at Joey. "What about you Joey? You are staying in this room after all and I didn't hear you come in last night so you must have been here before." At this Joey tried to kick him. But Dre had a firm grip on his arm.

"Where is he Joey?" Dre's tone left no room for argument. If Chris could get in a few good punches, Dre could murder him. He looked between Chris and Dre before he pulled his arm loss from the tight grip. He turned and walked to the closet and opened the door wide. Inside was a whimpering Lance.