JC couldn't wait for rehearsal to be over. It was
getting late, dark and dreary outside, and all he wanted to do was curl up in a
warm bed with Lance.
Since the first night they'd made love two weeks ago, JC had spent every night
in Lance's bed, wrapped in his arms, happier than he'd been in his entire life.
And Justin had barely spoken to him. No that JC minded, but he was worried that
Lance was getting suspicious. Justin glared at JC every chance he got, sneering
whenever he saw Lance kiss him.
"What's his problem lately?" Lance had asked. JC just shrugged,
feigning ignorance.
"JC?" Wade's voice shook him from his thoughts. "You still with
us, man?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry man. Just tired I guess." He glanced over at
Lance, who shot him a sympathetic smile.
"Love you," he mouthed. JC grinned, then turned to Wade and waited for
instructions.
"Ok guys, one more time from the top and we'll call it a night."
They ran through the choreography one last time, and JC breathed a sigh of
relief when he hit the last step.
He took a long gulp from his water bottle before grabbing his bag and slinging
it over his shoulder.
"Ready baby?" Lance called.
JC looked up and smiled, reaching Lacne in two steps and kissing him softly.
"Let's get the hell out of here. I want to get you home and get you out of
these clothes."
"Mmm...let's hurry then," Lance purred, kissing him back.
They were almost out the door when they heard Justin call after them. "Hey
guys! Wait up!" JC groaned as Justin ran to catch up to them.
"What's up, J?" Lance asked.
"Mind if I catch a ride with you guys?"
"I thought you were going out with Chris and Joey," Lance said, eyeing
Justin carefully.
Justin looked at JC and grinned, an all-too-familiar glint in his eyes.
"Nah, I thought I'd hang out with you two for a change."
No, JC thought. No, no no!
"Uh, ok, Justin. Sure. Let's go."
Damn it, Lance!
One look at Justin and JC knew he was planning something.
And whatever it was, it wasn't good.
"I don't see why we have to hang out with him," JC whined, looking at
his lover in the mirror. He wrapped
his arms around Lance's waist and kissed his bare shoulder. "I
wanted it to be just us."
Lance had to laugh at the pout playing on JC's lips. "Jace, we have all night. Spending a few hours
with Justin sin't going to kill you."
It might, JC thought, hugging Lance tighter.
"Come on, Jace. Let's go,"
Lance said, grabbing a shirt from the bed and slipping it over his head.
Sighing, JC followed Lance out of the room and down the stairs.
Justin lay sprawled on the love seat, hand lingering over his crotch, eyes glued
to the tv.
Lance laughed when he realized what Justin was watching. On
the screen were two men, both naked, one on his knees in front of the other.
"Gay porn your thing now, J?" Lance said, taking JC's head and leading him to the couch. JC's
stomach was in knots; something wasn't right.
"Yeah," Justin laughed. "Brings back some good memories."
Lance frowned. "Gay porn brings back good memories for you?"
JC swallowed thickly. Please, Justin. Keep your mouth shut.
"Yep," he said, eyes focused on JC. "Reminds me of the first
night of the tour."
No. Please.
"Right, Josh?"
Lance's frown deepened, and JC squeezed his eyes shut, praying this was just a
dream.
Like straight out of a movie, a loud clash of thunder shook the house, lights
flickering with each lightning strike.
Rain pounded against the window, but JC could barely hear it over the sound of
his heart beating in his ears.
"Remember that, Josh?" Justin's
voice. "Remember the night you were on your knees in front of me, sucking
my cock?"
JC felt Lance's hand leave his, felt the cushions shift as Lance stood up.
"Shut the fuck up, Justin," Lance hissed, fists clenched at his sides.
"It's not funny. Just because
you're jealous--"
Justin laughed loudly, tossing his head back. "Me? Jealous? You're
the one that should be jealous, Lance." He rose to his feet, stood up to
Lance, their faces inches apart. "For
three months, Josh didn't spend the night in your bed. You wanna know why that is, Lance? Huh?" Justin taunted.
JC felt completely helpless. He couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't
breathe...could only sit there and watch as his life unraveled before him.
"Because he was with me. All
those night you laid in bed alone, touching yourself, aching for him...he was
with me."
Lance's eyes narrowed. "I
don't bevieve you."
"Remember the night you admitted you loved him, Lance? The night you told
him how you felt, the night I caught you two playing house on the couch?"
"Justin, please--" JC squeaked.
"Shut up, Josh," Justin growled. "I'm talking to Lance."
The two glared at one another, greens eyes bearing into blue, until Justin
continued.
"You remember that night, Lance? Cuz I sure as hell do. And do you know
why?"
Lance didn't answer, just continued to shoot icy stares at Justin.
Justin leaned forward and whispered,loudly enough for JC to hear, "Because
I fucked him that night, Lance. I fucked him hard, and it was good. Damn
good."
"Fuck you!" Lance screamed through gritted teeth, shoving Justin hard.
But Justin just laughed. "Hey,
you don't believe me, just ask lover boy over there."
Slowly, Lance turned to face JC. Without even asking, he knew Justin's words
were true.
Tears gushed from JC's sad blue eyes, eyes that searched Lance's own, begging
for forgiveness. "Lance..."
JC whispered, reaching out for him.
"Please, Lance, it wasn't my
fault, please..."
But Lance backed away, suddenly feeling like he was going to throw up. He
ran from the room, out the back door, ran and ran until his legs gave out
beneath him and he collapsed into a heap on the wet ground, tears falling as
hard and as fast as the rain that fell around him.
I should have known I couldn't compete with Justin Timberlake.