| Asking Questions Author's note: These were just a few little questions I came up with in the shower. (What can I say? Inspiration hits in the weirdest places!) Then� well, this is the result. �I�m bored,� Justin whined, flipping idly through the magazine catalog he had bought only five minutes ago. �It�s only been three minutes, Justin!� Chris snapped irritably, tossing an annoyed look in his boyfriend�s direction. �Why can�t you just shut up and read that stupid worthless piece of trash?� Justin�s eyebrows raised but a smile lingered on his lips. �You know you want me, babe.� Chris just snorted something unintelligible. �Ugh, don�t get all flirty on me now, Justin!� Joey howled, hiding his face in his hands before allowing tiny cracks in between his fingers so he could keep watching them flirt anyway. �Uh, uh, uh�� Justin teased, slapping Joey�s hands. �No peeking.� Chris grinned at his boyfriend�s antics and finally shut the file full of work he had just received from Fuman Skeeto. The clothes line was doing well and for that, Chris was happy, but sometimes things just got a little bit too hectic for his pleasure. Joey howled as Lance began laughing at him. �Damn you, Lance,� Joey grumbled, getting off of his comfortable position on the couch and moving onto the floor to allow Chris and Justin their �make-out� space, as Justin usually called it. Joey shuddered playfully, ignoring the four pillows that attacked him immediately. JC pressed a kiss onto his lover�s forehead. �I agree with Justin,� he whispered into Lance�s ear. �It�s getting a bit dull.� �A whole day on the couch with me and you�re bored?� Lance teased, �Boy, I�ve gotta brush up on my boyfriend skills.� JC cracked a smile, �You know that�s not what I meant.� �Let�s play a game!� Joey yelled suddenly, sick and tired of all the sweet nothings that were seemingly vibrating off of all the walls and echoing loudly in his ears. Goosebumps were already rising on his skin. Justin pulled his lips away from Chris� and gave Joey a huge grin, �Finally! Someone�s who�s as sane as I am!� �And he says that like it�s a GOOD thing,� Chris grumbled. Justin pecked Chris on the nose, �Come on sweetie, don�t mess this up for me, okay?� Chris just sighed. Justin looked across the room at the two quiet men who were cuddling against each other, as if they were separated from the rest of the world. �You guys game?� he asked. �Sure,� Lance replied. JC looked at his boyfriend incredulously; Lance was never up for games. He was contented just sitting around in JC�s arms and conceited as it sounded, JC knew that. �You said you were bored, hon,� Lance whispered in his ear as he pulled JC onto the floor to join the other three guys. JC couldn�t resist a smile. Lance meant everything to him and it seemed so incredible that Lance felt the same way about him. Every morning when they woke up JC would thank God for sending Lance his way. Lance was just so� perfect. His intuition, sensitivity� everything about him was just so wonderful that sometimes JC had to knock himself before believing that Lance really WAS with him. �I�ve got a proposition for y�all,� Joey said as soon as the five guys were settled down comfortably. �Yeah?� �It�s a sorta game. See, everyone gets to ask a question. But EVERYONE has to be able to answer, even the one who asked the question. It�s like an open ended question that everyone can answer. Get it?� When the guys nodded slowly, Joey grinned, �I�ll go first. Okay, if all of us were drowning in the water, who would you save?� �Lance.� �JC.� �Justin.� �Chris.� JC and Chris turned to their lovers and smiled, �Aww� that�s so sweet.� �You said me too,� Justin replied to Chris, beaming. Lance just gave JC a quick kiss on the lips. Then they turned to Joey expectantly, �I�d let you all die.� Joey grinned at their amused looks. �See, otherwise I�d have to deal with the guilt of only saving one of you. And that one would kill himself anyway because you guys all love each other so much that that�s the kind of stupid thing you�d do.� They exchanged smiles. Joey knew them too well. �My turn! My turn!� Justin giggled. �Um, what do you first notice about a guy?� He quickly corrected himself when he saw Joey�s glare. �Or girl?� �His hair,� Chris muttered, his cheeks turning pink. �That�s why I almost killed you when you shaved your curls off.� Justin blushed and gave Chris a kiss on the cheek. �I�ll grow it back if it makes you happy.� Chris dropped a kiss on Justin�s head. �As long as you love me, I�d be happy anyway.� Justin blushed even harder. Joey cleared his throat, signalling that it was his turn to answer. �I look for� legs. Ooh� the legs just KILL me. Long ones, tanned ones, fair-� �Enough Joe.� JC thwapped Joey on the head and Chris shook his head in despair. �When will you ever learn?� �I think I notice the eyes first. Definitely the eyes. I remember when I first joined the group and JC was there, I just looked into his eyes and melted. They were this steel-blue colour that I can�t describe. I loved it.� Lance said all in one breath and JC looked at the ground, cheeks flushed, smiling. �I guess mine�s the voice, � JC said, his voice slightly lower than usual. �When I thought Lance was in love with Joey�� Lance wrapped his arm around JC�s waist and gave him a reassuring squeeze while Joey shrugged helplessly, �I had a tape where I recorded every bit of his solos and some of what he said during the day. And I�d play it over and over and over before I slept every night, just to hear his deep bass. And I remember crying over it, and thinking Lance would never be mine. That hurt a lot.� Lance turned JC to face him and saw the pain etched on his boyfriend�s face. He pulled JC into a spine-tingling kiss and rested his forehead against JC�s. �I love you okay? Only you.� JC just smiled and blushed. Justin grinned, �I like the lips. Oh yeah, the lips are the best part.� And he didn�t say anything else. He didn�t have to, because Chris� cheeks were a shade of dark red that Lance never even knew existed. Chris cleared his throat uncomfortably, and licked his lips. �Alrighty, my turn. My question is� what is love to you?� The room was silent for a few minutes. Chris was a deep thinker, even if it didn�t always show and the guys knew he would have come up with a question like that. They just didn�t know the answers. �Love is when I sacrifice my life, my world, my everything for you and I don�t feel like it�s a sacrifice at all. It even gets to the point where it feels like a blessing just to be able to give up stuff knowing that it helps you.� Justin mumbled, earning himself a sweet kiss from Chris. �Love is when the sex is not just about sex but about feelings too,� Joey shrugged. �I just haven�t experienced it yet.� The guys laughed before JC spoke up, �I think� I think love is� it�s something indescribable. You need to experience it before you can understand it� and even then, it�s kinda hard to put your feelings into words. Even the word love� when I think of Lance and tell him I love him, it sometimes feels like I�m cheapening my feelings for him, because it�s so much more than that. It�s something no one will ever be able to fathom unless the right person comes along.� �Josh, you�re so sweet.� Lance breathed, tears coming to his eyes. �What�s up with the sentimentality, ol� C?� Joey giggled. JC just shrugged and continued fiddling with his fingers as Lance answered, �Love is what I feel when I look Josh in the eyes and know he�s thinking of me; love is what I feel when I watch Josh breathing each night, lying next to me and holding me close; love is what I feel when I wake up each morning and Josh is the only thing that fills my mind, my heart; love is a beautiful, beautiful thing. And love, to me, is Josh.� Chris whistled and Justin screeched an appreciative WOOHOO, which got Joey covering his ears. �Well, to me, love is just a word. It�s used to describe what I feel for Justin and what JC feels for Lance. It�s not just beautiful, it�s how I survive. It�s how I drag myself through the days I think I can�t make it. It�s how I survive when the screaming fans get too much. It�s how I get through another show every night even though my body just screams exhaustion. It�s� it�s Justin.� The room fell silent as the Lance asked his question, his accent slightly thicker than usual. �Would you choose your love over your family?� Everyone was silent. They knew Lance was referring to himself and JC. Their parents hadn�t approved of their sexual preferences, and when they realized that their sons were dating each other, they�d shut both JC and Lance completely out of their lives. Lance didn�t even know why he�d asked that question and he was beginning to regret it. But before he could take back his words JC answered. �I don�t even have to say this, Lance. You know I chose you.� Lance bit back his tears as he rested his head on JC�s shoulder, letting his boyfriend rock him gently to and fro, not caring that it might seem girlish. He needed a bit of comfort and JC knew exactly what he was going through. He wasn�t going to let Lance go through hell alone. �I�d choose Chris,� Justin said finally. �If I had to make the choice. But I�m lucky, I guess, my parents didn�t mind it and they�re still behind me whenever I need them. But if they had reservations about me being gay, then that�s their problem. I won�t and can�t change myself. And I�m glad that I didn�t have to.� �I�d choose Justin too. But my parents don�t give much of a shit, so it don�t matter either way.� Chris� voice was terse and Lance wondered briefly if he had overstepped a line. Their parents were not the best subject to harp on and Lance knew that. But his worries subsided when Justin�s eyes shone with love as he turned to Chris, �Thank you Chris.� They simply exchanged smiles and that was all that was needed to be said. Chris didn�t even need to thank Justin because he knew that Justin would be there through anything he had to endeavour. Justin wouldn�t let him go through his pain and hurt alone. �Me? I don�t know,� Joey said uncertainly. �I�ve never been in love, am not in love, probably will never BE in love, so my choice right now would be my family. Because they�re all I�ve ever known and blood is thicker than water. But I suppose I can say that because they wouldn�t protest towards any of my girlfriends anyway. You guys are different.� Lance nodded slowly. �It just hurts when they shut you out, you know?� JC decided to brighten the mood because he knew Lance would break down if he spoke or thought about his parents any longer. �Okay, my turn. If you had lost all your senses; you couldn�t see, smell, feel, taste or hear� which sense would you want back?� �Hmm� tough one, C.� Justin pondered carefully before choosing. �I think I�d want to be able to feel. I don�t know� the rest don�t seem as important as that. And besides, how else would I be able to feel Chris up?� Chris didn�t blush. He just snorted. �Justin, what if I didn�t want to be able to feel? Then it wouldn�t matter how many times you did it, because I wouldn�t react at all.� �That�s true, it�d take out half the fun. Still�� �Whatever. I�d want my hearing, because I can�t imagine going around this place without being able to hear any of you guys talk again.� Chris folded his arms across his chest, grinning when Justin scowled. �I�d want my sense of taste!� Joey yelled. �How else would I be able to taste the beautiful scent of those women I sleep with otherwise?� �JOEY!� the four guys yelled. �What?� Lance sighed and shook his head. �I really don�t know WHAT I�d want. Either all of it, or none of it. Because I wouldn�t want to only be able to look at JC, or only hear him, or only feel him, or only taste him, or only smell him, cos that wouldn�t be the same. It wouldn�t be right.� �I wouldn�t care if I got any of my senses back. Lance would be my senses. He�d be my everything. And that�s all I ever need.� Justin, Chris and Joey smiled as JC and Lance shared a kiss. There was no tongue involved but it was a gentle sweet kiss that kept the two molded together for a very long time. When they finally surfaced for air, Justin grinned at the twinkle in both their eyes. �Today wasn�t that boring after all.� End. |