| "JC and Lance have been acting weird lately." "Weirder than usual?" Justin snorted, and cursed as he missed the key combination on the Playstation. Joey crowed in triumph as his team scored another goal and Chris leaned forward and whacked Justin across the back of the head. "What was that for?" he protested, casting a glare over his shoulder from where he was stretched out on the floor. "That was a fucking stupid mistake," Chris nodded at the screen. Joey took advantage of Justin's distraction and smashed in the winning goal with a sharp stab of both thumbs onto the controller. Justin, dejected, tossed his handset onto the floor, and was promptly smacked again. "Why don't you hit Joey for once?" he scowled back at Chris. "Joey is winning," Chris retorted, "and you never answered my question." "You didn't ask a question," Joey pointed out. Chris slid onto the floor at the foot of the bed and crawled across the room to retrieve the controller Justin had discarded. "I asked," his voice dripped with exaggerated patience, "if you think JC and Lance have been acting weirder than usual lately." "Actually," Justin smirked,"I-" "Shut up, J," Chris cut him off, "you knew what I meant. So?" he prompted impatiently. "You gonna use that or just hold it," Joey gestured towards the Playstation keypad. "I'm going to wrap it around your neck if you don't answered my question," Chris snapped, raising the handset and trailing cord mock threateningly. Joey rolled his eyes and answered in a tone of voice that clearly said 'I'm humoring you because you're my friend.' "Yes, I have noticed. What do you propose we do about it?" Justin snickered and dodged the slap Chris aimed at him. "Glad you asked!" Chris reached under the bed and pulled out a small plastic bag with 'The Spy Store' written across it in black block letters. "I suggest," he fished around in the bag and whipped out what looked like a miniature security camera, "we find out what's up." He grinned mischievously and tossed the device to Joey before retrieving another for Justin to examine. "What the hell is this?" Joey asked, his brow wrinkling as he turned the object over in his hands. "Spy camera," Christ explained. He leaned back against the bed, Playstation momentarily forgotten. "I wanted the super small version, but the guy at the store said they have a limited range of vision and give shitty picture quality, so I settled for the medium size." "What store?" Justin peered into the lens. Chris rolled his eyes and snatched the miniature camera away from him. "The Spy Store, stupid. We passed it in." he paused, thinking, then shrugged. "Some city or another. I went back later and got these." "You're not suggesting." "We rig these in JC and Lance's rooms?" Chris finished for Joey, wide-eyed with mock innocence. "Why, that's a great idea!" Justin and Chris broke down laughing at Joey's irritated glare. Justin held out his hand for the camera and looked it over consideringly. "I bet," he started slowly, "we could rig it on top of the drapes, and they'd never even look up to notice it there." Chris leaned forward eagerly, mind already racing with plans. "That way we'd get a view of the whole room. The cameras are cordless, so we don't have to worry about wires, and they can transmit to any screen we hook this," he produced another small, black box, "to. We can only receive from one camera at a time, though, so we'll have to flip between channels to see both rooms." "Does this thing pick up audio?" Justin asked, obviously warming to the idea. "'Fraid not." Justin's face fell. Chris snickered and dumped the last gadget from the plastic bag. "But this does. Just plug it into the side of the camera." Joey studied the spread of equipment uncertainly. "Are you guys sure.?" he looked up to see Chris and Justin grinning in anticipation at the array of tiny cameras and mikes. He shrugged and silently resigned himself to going along for the ride. It wasn't like he wasn't curious, too. JC yawned ostentatiously and stood. "I'm gonna go-" "Sleep?" four voices chorused. JC made a face at them, then shrugged sheepishly. "Yeah. You know me..." "It's not even 10 yet, Jace," Justin commented, not looking away from the TV. "Can I help it when I get tired?" Was all JC said before ducking out of Chris's room, presumably heading for his own. Over the next five minutes, Lance checked his watch a half dozen times. Finally he stood and, chucking one thumb over his shoulder at the door, said, "I've got some, uh, calls to make and...stuff. I'm gonna take off, okay?" "Sure, Lance, whatever," Chris responded distractedly. The moment Lance stepped out the door, Joey flipped the TV to channel 3 and Chris lunged to turn on the receiver for the cameras they'd set up earlier. "Did you guys notice," Justin sounded puzzled, "that it's exactly 10 o'clock?" No one replied, because at that moment the image from JC's room flickered into life. His luggage was there, the clothes he'd worn on the bus were there...but no J.C. "Wasn't he going to-" Joey began uncertainly. "Fuck!" Chris exclaimed. "Switch to Lance's room! Switch! Switch!" he cried, whapping Joey on the arm in his impatience. Joey cursed at him but flipped channels. They had about five seconds to be surprised that JC was in Lance's room, pacing, before the door on the screen swung open. JC, hearing the door, instantly stopped pacing and watched it for a moment with anticipation so clear on his face that his audience could see it even through the slightly grainy black and white image. Lance stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, and JC grinned. "Thought you'd never get here," he said, his warm tone emerging muffled but clear from the TV's speakers. He took a couple of steps toward Lance. "It was only five minutes, Jace," Lance chuckled, but met JC halfway. Lance slid his arms around JC's waist and leaned into the slow, languid kiss he received. Three jaws dropped. "Thought you'd never get here." Lance stepped away from the door and couldn't help but laugh, though his lover's eagerness secretly pleased him. How could he doubt JC's desire for him when the man stood there, practically trembling? He'd probably been pacing a moment before. "It was only five minutes, Jace," Lance stepped forward for a welcoming kiss. For a long moment, neither of them thought of anything but the warmth of lips on lips, the slick glide of caressing tongues, and the taste of each other. "Too long," JC murmured, and bent his head to kiss Lance just below the jaw line. "Hmmm?" Lance asked distractedly. He slid his hands up JC's back under the sleeveless top JC was wearing, not really caring that he never got an answer. JC lifted his arms long enough to allow him to strip the top off, then went to work on Lance's pants, intent on his own goal. Lance chuckled at his lover's concentration but caught his breath in a gasp when the constricting material was shoved aside and JC rubbed his hand over the hardness he found within. Lance's hands stilled for a moment in their exploration of JC's chest as he rocked into the hand holding him. Panting a little, a bead of sweat forming on JC's collarbone prompted him into motion. Leaning down, Lance caught the droplet with his tongue. JC sighed a little and gave Lance an appreciative squeeze before lifting his free hand to tug the open jeans down the rest of the way. Lance stepped out of the jeans pooled around his ankles and kept on moving, walking JC backwards towards the bed. JC moved with him easily, hands on Lance's hips, his own hips surging forward a little every time Lance's thigh slid between his legs. The teasing little almost-thrusts made Lance ache with anticipation. The trip to the bed, a few steps at most, seemed to take forever. JC felt the edge of the bed on the back of his calves and let himself fall back onto it. He pouted for a moment at the absence of Lance's touch, but one look up at his lover made the momentary separation worth it. Lance looked down at him hungrily, eyes drinking in JC's half-clothed form. Suddenly aware that both of them were still half-dressed, Lance quickly stripped off his shirt and boxer briefs. Climbing onto the bed, he knelt between JC's legs and batted his hands away from his pants in favor of stripping them off personally. JC grinned and arched up sinuously to allow Lance to tug the jeans down past his ass and off his legs. Lance tossed the jeans aside and ran his hands slowly up JC's legs. "I love it when you do that," he murmured, his voice rough. JC chuckled and propped himself up on his arms so he could watch when he repeated the motion as Lance hooked his fingers into the elastic of his underwear. Lance blushed but, kneeling naked above his lover, couldn't conceal his appreciation of JC's movements. Balancing himself on one elbow, JC reached up and pulled Lance down on top of him. Matching moans were torn from the two of them. Lance caught JC's lips in deep, searching kiss and lost himself for a moment in the delicious heat of friction. JC clung to Lance's back and ground against him. He was hard, so hard... His whole body was starting to throb in time with his cock. Eager hands wandered down to the curve of Lance's ass. JC's hands cupped the cheeks firmly, massaging a little as he pulled Lance hard against him for a long, grinding thrust. "Want you," JC moaned, unaware or unashamed of the raw need in his voice. "Oh yeah," Lance answered, his voice even deeper with passion. His weight rested heavily on JC for a moment as he reached for the bedside table and rummaged around. A moment later he retrieved the lube he'd stashed there earlier and pressed it into JC's hand. JC nibbled at Lance, delivering little bites to his neck, jaw and lips even as he fumbled the cap off the lube and squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers. JC splayed one hand across the small of Lance's back and let the other move searchingly between the cheeks of his ass. He rubbed slick fingers against the opening there teasingly. "God, Jace...please...yeah..." JC smiled and surrendered to the broken little pleas Lance whispered to him. One finger slid within the hot grasp of Lance's body easily. Lance thrust down against JC hard, then surged back eagerly against the fingers, now two, that pressed inside him. JC pressed his face into the curve where Lance's neck met his shoulders and held tight to his control as he slowly pressed one more finger into his lover. Above him, Lance bit his lip, face tight with pleasure as he rocked back against the fingers that stretched him. "I'm ready," Lance murmured. One hand lay on JC's chest, fingers curved over his side, thumb rubbing JC's nipple in tight circles that sent shocks of pleasure shooting through his body. With the other hand, Lance found the lube and quickly rubbed some onto JC's cock. JC withdrew his fingers, perhaps a little quickly, from the disappointed moan Lance was unable to restrain. Gripping Lance's hips, JC half lifted and half just held on while Lance raised himself up and then sank slowly down onto his lover. For a long, intense moment the two of them were still, struggling for control. JC, buried deep inside Lance, wanted this to last, he didn't want to come quite yet, but God, it felt so good... Lance struggled to find the strength in his legs to raise himself a little. When he finally managed it, the hot slide back down and JC's involuntary thrust tore a cry of pleasure from his throat. Panting, Lance managed another rise and fall, coming down harder and faster this time. Soon JC, gripping Lance's hips tightly, was lifting up and pulling down as much as Lance was rising and falling. They moved faster, bodies eager to meet, reluctant to part. Lance let his head fall back, riding waves of pleasure and heat. He delighted in clamping down on JC, squeezing surprised cries of ecstasy from the man beneath him. JC could feel himself rushing towards the edge. His rhythm began to break down. He thrusted jerkily into Lance and came, body bowing upwards despite the weight of his lover bearing him down. Lance moaned at the hot rush of liquid within him and slammed down onto JC, his release splashing warmly between them. Beneath him, JC sagged down onto the mattress. Lance found himself following but caught himself on his arms before he fell on JC. Instead he lowered himself slowly and curled up against JC's sweat damp skin. JC's fingers combed lazily through Lance's hair. His eyes slowly drifted shut. "I'll...be up again in a second," he murmured, already half napping. Lance chuckled and kissed the skin by his mouth. Chris, Justin and Joey sat transfixed, unable to move, practically unable to blink. Finally Joey broke free and lunged for the TV, stabbing the power button until the screen went black. "Little late there, Joe," Chris said dryly. "I can't believe they just... I can't believe we just..." Joey choked on the words, eyes wide with shock. Justin scratched his head, still staring at the blank TV screen. "Wonder how long that's been going on?" Joey sputtered for a moment. "Aren't you bothered by the fact that," Chris and Justin cast him a warning glance, "we just watched them?" Joey finished, oblivious to the moment of tension. "I knew this was a bad idea," he muttered. "If they wanted us to know, they'd have told us themselves. Speaking of which," he frowned, "why didn't they tell us?" "JC and Lance," Justin said to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. "Talk about the odd couple..." Chris thwapped him across the back of the head. "Hey! What was that for?" "You were being stupid again," Chris informed him. "They are not an odd couple. They-" "Hellloooo?" Joey waved a hand to catch their attention. "More important question here? Why didn't they tell us?" Chris shrugged. "Probably worried about how we'd react. What we'd do." Chris's grin took on an evil cast. "Speaking of what we'll do..." "Oh no," Joey protested, "it's bad enough we watched. Hey!" Joey's exclamation was prompted by Justin, who'd turned on the TV again and was watching the sleeping couple. "Enjoying the show?" Chris asked, amused. Justin fought down a blush. "Just trying to get it through my head that they're actually together," he said defensively. "Took me by surprise, you know?" "Surprise?" Joey snorted. "You were catching flies." "And you weren't?" "Guys, relax," Chris interrupted. "Joey, we came, we watched...they conquered." Chris smirked. "Deal with it. Can't unwatch it now. Justin, if you really like watching that much, I'm sure we'll get an encore later." Justin flushed and chucked the pillow he'd been leaning on at Chris. "Now," Chris went on, and rubbed his hands together, grinning. "How to make use of this little tidbit?" |