| Chris and Joey were just finishing hooking the PlayStation up to the hotel
room TV and I was attempting to sleep when Justin barged into the room,
plopped down on the floor next to Chris and Joey and announced "Group meeting!"
loudly. "It can't be a group meeting," I grumble, not sitting up, "if Lance isn't here." "It can be if the meeting is about Lance," Justin corrects me, and tugs on my foot. "Wake up." I permit myself a long-suffering sigh before sitting up and promptly flopping down on my stomach on the bed. "I'm not getting out of bed," I inform my three band mates, peering over the foot of the bed, "but I will participate." "Yes, your majesty," Chris says sarcastically. Justin just rolls his eyes. "So, what's this about Lance?" Joey asks, still peering at the hook ups behind the TV. "I've noticed him doing something weird at all the clubs we go to," Justin says, "and I wanted to know if you guys noticed it, too." "You mean that thing where he stares at the same person all night?" Chris asks. Lance has been watching someone? And I didn't notice? "Yes!" Justin says, excited that he's not the only one who's noticed. "But I can never tell who he's looking at. Every time I go to follow where he's looking he notices and looks away." "He won't just admit it, either," Joey's voice drifts out from behind the TV. "I called him on it about a week ago and he didn't deny it, but he wouldn't say who he was looking at either." "I don't know why you guys are making such a big deal out of this," I mutter, irritated that I seem to be the only one who hasn't noticed Lance's behavior. "Just because he's gay-" Justin rolls his eyes again. "It's not that, C," he says. "It's that he does it every night. I mean, if he does it at every club we go to then he's got to be watching the same person, right? After all, we're in a different city every night. Unless someone is stalking us, and he's got a crush on the stalker." "Not only the same person," Chris muses, "but a person we know, because it's got to be someone that's traveling with us." "The crew doesn't exactly go clubbing with us," Joey points out, emerging from behind the TV. "I can't believe I never noticed this," I grumble. The guys turn almost as one and give me a look. "What?" "Jace," Joey explains slowly, as if I'm stupid, "we've all noticed Lance watching someone because we've sat beside him while he's doing it. If you've never seen him do it-" "-that can only mean he's watching you." Justin finishes. Suddenly I don't mind not noticing Lance's behavior so much. I mean, I'd been kind of depressed since Lance came out to us a few weeks ago. Not because I minded or anything, quite the opposite. I mean, the guys all know I'm bi, which means that once Lance figured out he was gay I was kind of hoping he'd...noticed me, if you know what I mean. At the time, so such luck. Things were looking up, apparently. I break out of my moment of distraction to find Justin, Joey and Chris all staring at me. "What?" I ask, not able to help the defensive tone. "Justin asked if you were okay with this," Chris informed me. 'This' apparently refers to Lance's recent fascination with me. I can feel my brow wrinkle. Why wouldn't I be okay with it? I ask as much. "Jace," Justin says in the slow tone Joey used earlier, "Lance is gay." "Yeah, and?" The guys are all looking at me weirdly now. "Lance is gay, and he's been watching you. Constantly." Joey honestly seems to think this clarifies the issue. "As in, he wants you," Chris adds. The three of them wait for my response to this. All of a sudden, realization strikes. It must show on my face, because the guys are looking kind of nervous now, waiting for my reaction. "Guys," I say, my tone as serious as I can make it, "have you been thinking of me as straight this whole time?" Justin shifts uncomfortably. "Well..." "Listen," I snap, not caring to moderate my tone, "I told you five years ago that I'd play it straight, for the benefit of the group and all. We agreed it was safer, and I said it wouldn't be that hard to concentrate on women, but that doesn't mean I am straight." They guys are looking a little shell-shocked. Well, too bad for them. "If you've been thinking of me as straight, then you've been assuming I am someone I'm not. Christ. I can't believe you forgot to the point that you were worried I'd freak out at finding Lance is attracted to me." "So you're not upset?" Joey asks. Apparently I am not making my point. Well, there are ways to fix that. I grin to myself, roll my shoulders and shake off a role that I've been playing for five years. Never thought it would be so easy. I prop my head up on one hand. Crossing my ankles, I raise them and sort of wave them around in the air behind me. Think teenage girl on the telephone with a friend and you'll have an idea of my pose. "Why on earth would I be upset?" I ask, and grin at the shock on the guys' faces at the high notes that have crept into my voice. I grin. "In case you haven't noticed," I go on, rolling one wrist in a loose circle, "Lance is one damned fine man." Jaws have dropped. Mission accomplished, but I'm having way too much fun to tighten up now. How long has it been since I relaxed like this? "JC," Justin says doubtfully, casting a skeptical eye at me. I cut him off before he can finish his sentence. I don't really care what he was going to say. I'm on a roll. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed!" I say incredulously. They shake their heads. "Oh, you are missing out," I pout. "That boy has the most beautiful skin. And those eyes," I let out a delighted shiver. "But that voice, mmmm. I could listen to him read the phonebook," I sigh appreciatively. I pause for a moment and then shake my head. "And here you thought I'd be upset! I'm not upset, girls, I am thrilled. This is fabulous." "Girls?" Chris squeaks. "Fabulous?" Justin's eyes about popped out then. Wish I had a camera. This is priceless. Maybe I am laying it on a little thick, but it's their own fault for forgetting. Wake up call, boys! "I can't believe you've all been thinking of me as a straight boy," I pout and roll onto my back, letting my head hang over the edge of the bed so that I'm looking at the guys upside down. "Well, you only ever seemed to notice girls," Joey defends. "Because I promised I would," I point out and flutter one hand in exasperation. "You can't turn desire on and off. I've wanted Lance for years." I let my expression go dreamy and start drawing meaningless designs on my chest with one finger. "Um," Justin begins, obviously attempting to reconcile the 'new' me with the me he knows. I giggle. "Did you just giggle?" he asks, incredulous. I can't help it - I giggle again. "So," Chris says, doing better at dealing than Justin is, "what are you going to do now? About Lance, I mean." I grin wickedly. "Good question," I say, and scramble off the bed. "I think I'll go talk to him now." I manage to flounce my way out of the room, despite the fact that it's been a long time since I flounced. Closing the door behind me, I walk normally - well, almost, I can't help a little swishyness - to my hotel room. Once in my own room I dissolve into a fit of giggles. "JC?" I look up to see Lance perched on the end of my bed. "Not you, too," I pout and put one hand on my hip. If I had enough hair to toss, I would. "Tell me you haven't forgotten I'm not straight, Lance," I implore. "I just had to shock the boys back to reality." Lance chuckles in that deep, sexy voice of his and stands up. All the nervousness that had him perched on the edge of my bed dissolves out of his posture in the first two steps towards me. God that man is sexy. I'm half aroused just watching him. I lick my lips as he backs me up against the door and looks up and down lingeringly. "You, straight?" he asks, and chuckles again. I shiver. "You flame, JC." "Well, I'm glad you noticed," I murmur, "but if you hadn't forgotten, why have you been watching me instead of fanning the flames, hmmm?" Lance actually steps closer, sliding one thigh between mine. He braces himself against the wall with one hand so that he can lean in and whisper his reply. His lips brush my ear. "What, I'm not allowed to savor the...anticipation of conquest?" "So now you think I'm easy?" Which is a ridiculous things to ask, because he hasn't even touched me and I'm hard as a rock and breathing faster than usual. I am easy. "Only for me," he answers and rocks his thigh against my erection. I let out a little moan and thrust my hips forward a little, hoping to prolong the friction. He chuckles again and uses his free hand to hold my hips still as he grinds his thigh against me again. I put my hands on his hips, then give up and slide them around to grip his ass and pull him closer. "Kiss me," I demand, eyes heavy lidded with desire. Lance closes the space between our mouths and licks my lips before pressing his against them. My eyes close and I concentrate on the soft strength of his lips against mine. He opens my mouth with the pressure of his own and I meet the slick glide of his tongue eagerly. I pull him closer as we kiss, pressing our bodies together from shoulder to thigh. "Sweet," I murmur when our lips parts. Lance just bends his head to nibble his way along my jaw line and...oh! That spot. That spot just below is the point of my jaw is so sensitive. He licks it again. I can't help the surge of my hips against his. "Sweet spot," he whispers, and smiles against my neck before licking his way down to my collar bone. I reluctantly give up my grip on his ass to strip off his t- shirt. He waits for me to toss it aside before putting his hands under mine. He slides those hands all the way up my body, letting my shirt bunch at his wrists. I raise my arms and he tugs it off over my head and discards it. All that skin. Mmmm. I let my hands go exploring, mapping every plane and curve of Lance's chest, every vertebrae in his spine. He shivers as my fingers dance lightly over the base of his spine, just above his tailbone. Smiling, I kiss him on the throat and lightly scrape my nails over that spot. I'm rewarded with a deep moan. He dips his hand into the waistband of my pants even as he tugs on the fastenings. I chuckle, "Eager?" but I'm pushing his pants down, too. Both of us are foiled in our plans by socks and shoes. Laughing, we pull apart long enough to shed shoes, socks, pants and, after sharing a long, hot, glance, underwear. Lance slides one arm around my waist and tugs me close abruptly. I moan at the contact of all that skin and feel a fresh flush of heat. "You are beautiful," Lance tells me, and pushes me down on the bed. I reach a hand up to him, "Like you aren't," I say, and pull him down on top of me when he takes my hand. He chuckles and licks that spot on my neck again. I moan and arch up into him, my hands sliding down his back to cup his ass. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue in a way that leaves other parts of my body feeling seriously deprived. Then he whispers, his voice deep and thick with sex, "Fuck me?" I almost come right then, just from those words in that voice. Instead I tighten my grip on his ass, flip us over and grind down on his for a second. "Oh yeah," I answer when I've regained the capacity for speech. Lance surprises me by reaching into the bedside table and producing a condom and a tube of lube. "Planning this, were you?" I chuckle, and twist my hips in a circle. He gasps, his head falling back. "Why'd you think I was in your room?" he asks breathlessly. Then he leans up and licks the sweat off my chest in a long trail up my breastbone. "What are you waiting for?" I reluctantly pull away from him and sit back on my heels between his legs. He spreads them invitingly and I can't help an appreciative moan. "I'm waiting to regain control," I answer, though he probably wasn't expecting one. "Nuh, uh," he says and trails a hand over his own chest, "control is bad." He cocks an eyebrow and lifts his hips. I fumble the cap off the lube and squeeze some onto my fingers. Lance chuckles at my sudden eagerness. The first finger slides in with surprising ease. "You so relaxed," I murmur in wonder, pressing another finger in almost immediately. "Want you," Lance moans in response, and thrusts down on my hand. I twist my fingers inside of him and find that spot. He cries out and arches off the bed. And I thought I couldn't get any harder. I'm aching with want, throbbing. I don't think I can wait for a third finger. I don't think Lance can, either. He's practically fucking himself on my fingers. I slide the condom on hurriedly and smear lube over myself, trying not to look up at the incredible man spread before me. I have to look at him when I lift his legs to my shoulders. A moan tears itself from my throat. He's gorgeous, flushed and panting, skin glistening with sweat, his cock hard and dark with arousal. I thrust into him, probably faster than I should, but the sound that emerges from his throat is pure pleasure. I pause, buried inside him, struggling not to come, not quite yet. "Jace," he moans impatiently beneath me. I manage a shallow little thrust that leaves both of us gasping. "More," he demands. I pull out a little further and plunge into him, fast and hard. His hands come up and grip my hips. "More." I grit my teeth, hang onto my control, and pull almost all the way. Lance trembles with anticipation. I thrust into him, hard and deep, and he meets me. Our bodies slap together with sweet suddenness. We cry out with the ecstasy of it, eyes fluttering, bodies writhing together. Again. The hot grip of Lance's body is beautiful. I withdraw faster, eager to fill him again. He bears down on me with each withdrawal, as though reluctant to let me go, and opens so sweetly for my return. Moans and demands and gasps spill from his lips and I echo them, as aroused by the darkly sexy tones of his voice as by his body. I'm close, so close. I lean down and capture his lips in a deep, searching kiss. His erection rubs against my belly hotly. I twist my hips a little, moving inside him, and his head presses back against the bed. I abandon control and take Lance hard and fast. My movements come short and rough now. I grip his shoulders for leverage. His hands are fisted in the sheets. "Oh, God, Jace, so good...so good..." he moans, his head pressed back, throat a beautifully arched line. He shudders beneath me and comes hard, gripping me within him so hard it's almost painful. I cry out his name and jerk towards him, trembling uncontrollably with the strength of my release. It's only the thought of the discomfort Lance must be in that gives me the strength to pull away, discard the condom, and allow his legs to unbend. I sprawl over his chest. My groin presses into his hip. Our legs are tangled together. Lance's fingers comb languidly through my hair. I murmur wordlessly and nuzzle his chest. There's no way in hell I'm playing it straight if this is what flaming gets me. |