LovingYou19

JC woke up and winced at the light streaming through the window. His head ached so badly from the night before, but he felt much better when he saw a bottle of water and some aspirin lying on the nightstand next to him. JC sat up and swallowed the pills, looking over to see Chris sitting in a chair with Lance sitting at his side. Their arms were wrapped around each other as they looked out the window together. Lance turned around.

"Hey, Jace. Have a good night?"

"As good as could be expected."

"Well, we got some bagels and coffee. I think it's still hot."

"Thanks." JC found a mug and poured himself some coffee, hoping it would help him to wake up. "Thanks for coming to get me last night. I don't know what was wrong with me."

"It was nothing."

"No, it was something. I didn't deserve the friendly treatment the two of you showed last night." Chris now acknowledged the conversation.

"Actually, I just wanted you to shut up."

"Very funny." Lance playfully hit him on the shoulder. JC giggled and smiled up from his mug.

"For real, thanks."

"Well, we love you, JC."

"I love you, too." JC felt like he was going to cry. He wanted someone to love him more than what they meant. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I just... I just..." He ran for the bathroom, puking into the toilet. He held onto porcelain, crying as sweat ran down his back. He heard the two men walk into the tiny bathroom. Lance rubbed his back.

"Do you need some more aspirin?" JC nodded and waited for the water and pills to be brought to him. He looked up and saw a towel in front of him. JC wiped his face and swallowed the pills. "Are you going to be ok?" He nodded again.

"I just need to rest."

"Why don't you go back to bed, then?"

"Ok." JC let himself be guided to the bed and back underneath the covers. He looked up into the soft green eyes that stayed focused on the blankets. They were so caring. If he wasn't sure Lance loved Chris so much, he would have thought he was in love with him.

"Are you cold?"

"No."

"Ok. I want you to stay here and try to get some rest. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to turn on the TV so you can watch something?"

"Uh-huh."

"Ok." Lance sat down on the end of his bed and flipped through some channels until he found a re-run of SNL. He then handed the remote to JC. JC smiled as he felt that warm handed graze his. He watched Lance's long, slow strides back to Chris. They sat on their own bed, watching the same show he was supposed to be paying attention to. JC just couldn't keep focused on Mr. Peepers when they were over there. He knew they weren't mocking him, but it felt like it as Chris wrapped his arms around Lance's chest, both completely unaware that JC was staring at them. Chris let out a chuckle and whispered something into Lance's ear. Whatever was said sent the other man laughing. All he could hear was laughter. Lance's throaty chuckle turned into a familiar canned laughter. What was once a warm blanket turned into cold, hard hands. JC curled up and faced the wall. He didn't want to ruin their moment with his own pesky problems.