Eleven
Lance stared at the television, not really seeing
what was on the screen. He couldn't believe how things had turned out. He had
started out planning on paying Justin and JC back for the way they had treated
him. It wasn't their fault, really; half the time they didn't know WHAT the
hell they were doing. Justin was just all about Justin, and JC usually didn't
pay attention to very much outside of his art and his music. It had hurt Lance
at first, seeing how quickly they noticed him when he became more physically
attracted, but then it was fun reeling them in. And easy, too…amazingly easy.
It was enjoyable to play with them…to make JC realize that people saw through
his shy, quiet veneer. And Justin…how fun to dominate him!
But
then it all changed. He started to fall for them. Fall for them both. And he
had invited them to dinner fully expecting to make a decision. He expected JC
to gracefully bow out, acting as if he were above it all. Lance expected Justin
to throw a temper tantrum and stomp away from the table. But apparently, they
felt something for him, too, because they had looked really shocked at the
sight of each other.
A
knock at the door startled him. He yawned and looked at the clock. He was
surprised to see that it was almost eleven o'clock. Lance looked through the
peephole and his mouth fell open. He slowly opened the door. “Uh, hello?”
“Hi.”
Justin gave him his dazzling smile. “Can we come in?” He leaned on JC, who had
a comfortable arm around his waist.
“Sure.”
Lance stepped aside and JC and Justin helped each other in the door. Justin
stumbled into the living room and flopped onto the sofa. JC let his hand pass
over Lance's shoulder in a brief caress before sitting on a chair. “I, uh, what
are you doing here?”
“We
can't just stop by?” Justin asked innocently.
“You're
the one who ran away from the table,” JC pointed out.
“Aren't
you two mad at me or something?” Lance scratched his head, thoroughly confused.
“We
never said we were mad at you, Lance,” JC pointed out.
“We
talked about things, and then we decided to come here,” Justin said. He
struggled to his feet and walked over to Lance. “We missed you.”
Once
again, the alcohol made Justin snuggly and intimate. He put an arm around
Lance's shoulder and kissed Lance's neck. “Um…” Lance looked at JC, who smiled.
“Relax,
Lance. We both know that you can't decide…that you never meant to have things
end up this way.”
“So,
now you're both here to MAKE me decide?” Lance asked weakly. It was hard to
think rationally with Justin Timberlake's soft lips sucking on your earlobe.
“No,
Lance.” Justin drew back, wide-eyed. “We both want you.”
“But,
uh…” Lance took a step back, trying to make sense of the whole situation. “Are
you two drunk?”
“Sure,”
JC said cheerfully. “But not TOO drunk. We want to share you.” JC came up
behind Justin, wrapping his arms around Justin's waist. Justin sighed happily,
leaning back against him. “Your little plan gave us something to think about.
Why can't we ALL be together?” JC nibbled at Justin's neck as his hands slid
down Justin's chest. Justin moaned and arched back.
“Oh
my God,” Lance whispered. “You mean…the three of us?”
Justin
gave Lance a lazy grin. “It's about damn time you caught on.” Justin moved
forward to shyly kiss Lance's cheek. “You can fuck me…JC can fuck you…and God
only knows what could happen between me and JC.”
“Let's
go upstairs,” JC said.
“I
still think you two are drunk,” Lance said, unable to believe his luck
“For
God's sake, Lance,” Justin said, annoyed. “Do you want us or not? Me and Jayce
could just go to my house and get it on…if you're not interested.”
“I'm
interested,” Lance said quickly.
“Good.”
JC grabbed Lance and gave him a forceful kiss. “Let's go, then.”
