Part 7


Justin pulled JC into his room and sat him down on the bed.

“C, come on lets talk”

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Then why are you crying?”

“It seems like I’ve spent my entire life crying, I don’t even remember anymore when I was happy, was I ever happy Justin?”

“Yeah you were Josh and you’re gonna be again, I promise and I would never lie to you”

“Is Lance ever going to love me?”

Justin thought for a moment, then cocked his head to one side, took JC’s hand in his and said

“No, he isn’t”

JC looked like he was about to continue crying but then he looked at Justin with teary eyes and smiled a watery smile.

“Thanks Juppy”

“Alright that’s it!”

Justin tackled JC and they ended up rolling around on the floor trying to pin each other, they laughed until they were crying and weak and then suddenly JC felt Justin’s mouth on his. Justin was on top of him with his fingers tangled in JC’s hair. At first JC pulled away a little and then he just melted into the kiss. He felt Justin’s tongue enter his mouth and he sucked gently on it causing the younger man to moan. He could feel Justin’s erection pressed tightly against his own and he wondered why this didn’t feel wrong. Suddenly Justin jumped to his feet almost injuring a vital part of JC’s anatomy. He looked grief stricken.

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to take advantage…”

He ran out of the room leaving JC very worried and still aroused. JC mumbled to himself ‘oh god more soul searching, why can’t anything just be simple?’

The next day they had a show. Previously when all the drama had arisen they’d had a few days off, only a few days but it felt like forever since they’d heard the fans scream for them. JC realized that without being aware of it he’d missed the adulation. Things seemed to be getting somewhat back to normal, at least on the surface but Joey still wasn’t talking directly to Lance and Lance wasn’t talking directly to JC. Nobody would have guessed there was anything wrong but the guys knew that the rift was still deep.

They had an interview before the show with a British magazine. They usually liked giving interviews to British magazines because they didn’t have to give the stock answers all the time, they liked a little banter and wouldn’t cut out all the bits that showed the guys to be human. But today it was a nightmare, the interview was stilted and there were glares going round when people thought they weren’t being watched. They left the interview feeling terrible. Joey turned to Lance and Lance’s heart rose in his chest.

“I’m still not taking you back but I do love you”

Lance trembled and Joey looked away. They got through sound check and finally did the hackey after having to start over about 20 times. They normally sucked at the game but this time was a thousand times worse. They each said a small prayer and bounced on to the stage, bright, totally fake smiles plastered all over their faces. Still the fans didn’t seem to notice and they were just as vocal in their appreciation. Everything was going well and to plan until Lance was stood alone on the catwalk.

“Lance please”

He looked down at a fan in the audience and he smiled. She was so desperate to get a touch of him. However badly things were going in the group they could always count on the fans to love them. Just as a small part of his brain said ‘yeah but for how long?’ he reached out to touch the girls’ hand. Suddenly he felt strong pressure and he lost his footing. He was dragged into the crowd and he couldn’t see anything. It was like he was drowning, he didn’t know which way was up and which way down, just felt a thousand hands trying to grab him, pulling his hair and scratching his skin, ripping off bits of his clothing. It was pretty much the scariest experience of his entire life and then everything went dark.

The security team, on seeing Lance get pulled into the crowd tried to reach him. They fought their way through pressing bodies. Just then the band stopped and the guys looked around to see what was happening, they couldn’t see Lance and they saw the panic going around the stadium, they heard in their ear phones that Lance had been pulled into the crowd and it was like the world suddenly went into slow motion. The crowd was silent to them and they just heard the shouts of each other. Finally Lance was pulled out unconscious and rushed backstage. The guys all followed.

“How is he? What’s going on?”

“He’s going to the hospital guys, they think he had a heart attack when he got pulled in”

“Nooooooo”

Joey screamed and fell to his knees chanting ‘I’m sorry, don’t die’ over and over again. The other guys just stood immobile not knowing what to do.

“We’re taking you back to the hotel, the show’s over”

They sat in the limo in silence, Chris holding Joey and rocking him backwards and forwards as he cried. When they got to the hotel they wanted to go to the hospital and so went straight there. They stood surrounded by stark white walls waiting to hear whether their friend was going to live or die. A tired looking man in a white coat strolled into the room all eyes were immediately on him.

“Mr. Bass is going to be O.K.”

“Oh thank god”

“He sustained a lot of bruises, a few deep scratches and he has had quite a bit of hair pulled out at the roots. He also had a small heart attack, we’re monitoring him now and you may visit”

The guys walked slowly into the room and let out a collective gasp. Lance was practically red from the pulling on his skin and he had some of his hair missing making a few bald spots. Which looked angry and purple. He looked at the other guys with his haunting green eyes impossibly sad. Joey moved over to him and ran his finger lightly down Lance’s cheek, which made him wince in pain, then leant over and kissed him gently on the lips, letting out a sob

“Lance please don’t ever leave me, I love you”

“I’m not going anywhere”

Later that evening, Joey was still at the hospital and Chris was in his room, Justin went to talk to JC

“I’m sorry I freaked Josh, I shouldn’t have done what I did, you’re still hurting and I just… well I’m sorry”

“Justin I wanted to kiss you, I want to kiss you now. I won’t pretend that I’m over Lance but I know he doesn’t love me and I want to see where we go”

Justin leant forward and captured JC’s lips with his own, their breath intermingling. They stroked each other, kissed and caressed and they were moaning with pleasure when…

“Guys have you seen… WOAH!!!”

“Chris!”

“My eyes! I’m scarred for life this is going to take years of therapy”

As Chris closed the door Justin and JC went back to each other with a smile and Chris walked down the corridor whistling ‘Love Is All Around’

THE END



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