Chapter 11: Finding Out
The guys all walked backstage. Justin and JC trailed behind, and Justin
waited until the other guys were a good distance ahead of them, before
he pulled JC into an empty room. Justin shut and locked the door before he
pinned JC to the door while letting out a sexy growl. His lips were
merely centimeters from JC's. "You look so damn sexy when you're onstage." He
didn't even wait for the comment he knew JC would have. He covered JC's mouth
with his own. They kissed each other hungrily, wrinkled each other's
clothes, and ruffled each others hair.
If he could, JC would strip them naked and have Justin right here in
this room. He wanted this man so badly. Justin was no longer a boy in his
eyes; he was a man. A sexy, hot, and overly masculine man that he ached for.
Minutes later, a knock was heard upon the door. Justin groaned. "Ignore
it." JC had been massaging the evident bulge in Justin's jeans.
JC had no intentions of answering the door. Instead, he rubbed Justin's
crotch a bit harder, eliciting an audible moan from Justin.
Lance stood outside the door. He heard Justin's pleasure-filled moans
and raised a brow. He knocked again. "Justin? What's going on in there?
Who's with you?"
Justin whispered loudly. "Shit!" He quickly tried to compose himself as
JC did the same.
"Justin? Are you alright?" Lance questioned, curious as to what was
going on, on the other side of the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just give me a sec." Justin made sure everything was
back in order, but he couldn't help kissing JC once more before he opened the
door a crack. "What is it, Lance?"
"I was looking for you and JC," Lance said, trying to peek into the
room. "The buses are here. Um...I heard some...sound effects coming from in
there. Who's with you?"
"No one, Lance, but I was kinda busy, if you know what I mean."
Lance thought about it for a sec before his eyes widened in
realization, followed by a slight blush. "Oh! I'm sorry. We've gotta find JC and go though."
"I'll find JC. You go on ahead," Justin said.
"Ok, but don't be too long."
"I won't. Go ahead, Lance."
Lance turned and headed toward the buses. Something was odd. Justin was
hiding something, and he knew it. He turned the corner and peeked to
look at the doorway in which Justin stood.
Justin closed the door and sighed in relief. "That was close."
"Nice save, but we can't hide it from them forever, Justin," JC said
with a sigh.
"I know, but it's still too soon, baby."
JC smiled. Justin was always able to throw in a pet name at the right
moment. "Ok, Ju."
Justin smiled and peeked his head out the door before opening it fully.
He took JC's hand in his and kissed his cheek gently.
Lance watched with widened eyes before running toward the buses. Justin
is gay too? Lance pondered the question as he got on the bus he shared
with Joey.
Justin released JC's hand and walked towards their bus. JC followed
behind him. They got onto the bus shortly after and climbed into their
separate bunks. They had gotten pretty good at faking as though nothing happened between them. For the two weeks they had been together, they were doing well. No one knew what was going on, or so they thought.
Lance walked silently to his bunk and climbed up into it. His eyes were
still a bit wide. The initial shock of what he saw was still there.
Joey watched Lance from his own bunk and raised a brow. Something
wasn't right. Lance looked like he had seen a ghost. "Well?"
Lance jumped slightly and snapped out of his daze. "Huh?" He sat up in
his bunk and looked to Joey.
"Did you find JC and Justin?" Joey asked.
"Oh...um...yeah." Lance stumbled over his words. "I found them."
"Lance, are you alright?"
"Fine! I'm fine. Damn! What's with the third degree?"
"Ok, what happened?" Joey questioned.
Lance sighed. "Ok, but promise me you won't say anything about it."
"Alright, tell me."
"I...um...I caught JC and Justin holding hands and kissing."
Joey was silent for a few long moments. Suddenly, he began to laugh.
"Lance, you must be seeing things. Justin isn't gay."
"I know what I saw, Joe," Lance said. "They were in an empty dressing
room. When I walked up to the door I heard moaning and when I knocked, Justin
took about five minutes before he opened it. He told me JC wasn't there, but
minutes later I see them walk out of the room holding hands. Then
Justin kissed him on his cheek. I don't know what the hell is going on."
Joey looked at Lance carefully and searched for any sign of humor, but
to no avail. "Shit..."
"I know."
"We need to tell Chris. Then we need to have a meeting to discuss
this."
"No! They'll hate me for sure if they find out I was spying on them."
"They will not," Joey assured. "What they don't know won't hurt you. We
need to discuss this."
Lance sighed. "Alright."
"Goodnight, Lance."
"Night, Joe."
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