Twenty-Three
When
Lance opened his eyes, he saw that JC was watching him. “What?” Lance asked,
embarrassed. “Am I drooling on my pillow or something?”
“No,”
JC said with a smile. “I was just wondering about you…where you came from, what
you want.”
“I
thought you weren't supposed to ask a…um…someone that, in our circumstances,”
Lance said. JC shrugged.
“I
think our circumstance is a BIT different than what usually goes on,” JC said.
“I'm
from Mississippi.” Lance rolled onto his back. JC leaned up on one elbow and
trailed a finger up and down Lance's chest and stomach. “I left home when I was
twenty, because I just couldn't take it anymore. I was afraid to be who I
really was, and no one wanted to know that person, anyway.”
“You
don't talk to your family at all?” JC asked.
“My
sister. She's great, and I try to always let her know where she can find me.
That's why I was so freaked that day you called. I thought it was her, that
something had happened.” Lance reached up and fiddled with JC's pendant. “Even
though I don't talk to them, and they don't accept me, I still love my
parents.”
“How'd
you end up out here?” JC said, trying to change the subject and get the sadness
out of Lance's green eyes.
“Just
worked my way across the country, I guess. You always heard how back in the
thirties and forties, men worked their way around to get enough to eat…that
still happens. If you go out into the country enough, someone always needs a
handyman.”
“And
you make it a point to find the gay whorehouses?” JC asked, and smiled to show
he was teasing.
“No,
this was a first,” Lance said, laughing a bit. “Definitely a new experience.
But it's one of the nicest places I've ever been. Everyone's kind and
accepting, and they have no problem leaving me alone.”
“ALMOST
everyone,” JC said, thinking of Alex.
“Yeah,
almost,” Lance agreed. “Maybe he'll be gone when we go back.”
“What
are you gonna do with all your money?” JC said, and Lance stared at him
blankly. “Joey IS giving you your share, right?”
“Oh,
yeah, sorry. I kinda forgot about that,” Lance said, looking away. He hated
thinking about the fact that it was money that bound he and JC together. “I've
always wanted a ranch.”
“A
ranch?” JC sounded surprised.
“Yeah.
I love the outdoors. I love horses and animals and just being out there.” Lance
looked up at JC and blushed a little.
“So
you ride?” JC asked, meaning the question to be innocent.
Lance
looked at him for a moment. He had tried to ignore the way his body had been
shivering under JC's gentle touch on his chest, but he couldn't hide it any
longer. He rolled over so that JC was flat on his back, and he was pressed over
him. “Yeah, I ride,” Lance said in a voice that sent chills down JC's spine.
“Wanna see?”
“Holy
hell,” JC gasped as Lance squirmed against him. Lance was hard, and it didn't
take JC long to become the same way. “Are you sure you don't hurt or…”
“I
don't care,” Lance said, and he didn't. He knew things were going to change as
soon as he was out of Vegas and back at the house. JC couldn't be on vacation
forever. He slid down and took JC into his mouth, carefully sucking until JC
moaned and writhed.
“Lance…”
JC begged. Lance sat up and grabbed for the lubricant, surprised at how easy it
was to sit in front of JC and have him watch as he prepared himself. “Oh, God…”
JC said in a strangled tone.
Lance
put the condom on JC, then added lubricant. He straddled JC's waist, his strong
legs kneeling on either side of JC as he slid down. He made a face; he was
still a bit sore, but JC easily slid inside. “Fuck,” Lance breathed.
“Exactly,” JC said, letting his eyes flutter
closed as Lance began to move.
Lance
almost tripped over his own feet when he left the bedroom at ten in the
morning. Justin was in the kitchen, making a pot of coffee. “I AM in JC's
suite, right? I didn't sleepwalk?” Lance asked.
“Morning,”
Justin said softly. “Nah, you're in the right place.” Justin gave a meaningful
look in the direction of Chris' bedroom.
“Hell,”
Lance whispered. “He's, uh, sleeping?”
“Yeah,”
Justin said, pouring a cup of coffee for Lance. He got one for himself, then
grabbed the newspaper. “Let's go out on the balcony.”
They
slid the door closed behind them, and sat on the loveseat. It was a warm
morning, and they had a gorgeous view of the city below and the mountains on
the horizon. “Gorgeous,” Lance sighed, sipping at his coffee.
Justin
took the sports section and offered Lance the paper. Lance shook his head.
“What's going on?” Justin asked casually.
“Well,
obviously, JC and I had sex last night. I mean, I let him, you know.” Lance
waved a hand in the air.
“And?”
“It
was scary and hurt a bit the first time, but then we did it again and it was
incredible.” Lance's voice faltered on the last word and Justin set down his
mug.
“What
happened?” Justin asked. He took Lance's mug and set it down on the floor.
“What did he do to you?”
“He
didn't do anything, Justin, I swear. Not on purpose.” Lance angrily wiped at
his eyes. “God, am I a girl or what?”
“You
love him,” Justin realized. He smiled sadly. “You're in love with JC.”
“No!”
Lance almost shouted. He closed his eyes, remembering the way JC had smiled at
him the first time before entering him. “Yes,” Lance said sadly.
“C'mere.”
Justin put an arm around Lance and pulled him close. Lance let himself lean on
Justin, saying nothing.
