Something More
By: Foxy Lady
Lance
looked down at the answering machine, pressing the play button for what must
have been the tenth time since he had walked into his house. Hearing the words
spoken over and over again as he tried to understand what they meant. Of course
he understood, but if he accepted then easily he knew in his heart that he
would just lose it right then and there. A year of his life. Planning and
hoping. All of it was done with just one answering machine message. A life long
dream no longer possible.
He knew it probably was a good thing that he wasn't
going. J didn't even want to talk about him going up into space. The few times
they had discussed it there had been arguments, so Lance had just stopped
bringing it up unless he had to. Now he wanted to. He wanted to run to the man
that had become more than just his best friend in the past few weeks. That
night at JC's was still fresh in his memories. The way they had sat on the
couch for the rest of the night, sitting next to each other, JC sleeping
soundly as his head rested on his shoulder. That night had been the start of
something. Something they hadn't quite defined yet, but with each passing day
Lance knew what it was. He just didn't have the nerve to say it. He hadn't even
had the nerve to say it to himself in his head. How could he tell his best
friend how he felt for him?
Sighing softly, he ran a hand through his hair as
he made his way further into the house. Leaving the answering machine message
behind him... or trying to anyway. Flopping down on the couch, he threw his
keys on the coffee table, watching them as they slid off the other side and
fell to the floor. Not even bothering to pick them up, he closed his eyes.
Space had always been this unattainable dream of his. Ever since he was a
little boy, he loved space and dreamt of going there one day. When the group
happened, he had pushed those dreams aside and focused on another dream of his.
Even though he had achieved his one goal, his mind always went back to his
dream about going into space. Then the space tourist thing got started and he
thought just maybe he had a chance to make it.
Now that chance was starting to look more and more
dim. First it had been the money. The sponsors had backed out. Now it was the
worries following the shuttle crash. Which was justified. He wasn't sure he
would want to go up right this moment without knowing why that occurred, but he
still wanted to go up. Running a hand over his face, he reached blindly for the
television remote he knew lay on the couch somewhere. Picking it up, he began
flipping through channels as he moved to lay on the couch, not even kicking off
his shoes to be more comfortable.
It was sometime later when he realized that he had
somehow fallen asleep like that. The channel he had left the television on now
had a color screen and the clock that sat on top of the set proclaimed it was
sometime after 3am. He looked at the chair across from the couch and saw JC
sitting there watching him silently. Yawning, he moved to sit up slowly as he
ran a hand through his hair. "Josh, what are you doing here?"
JC bit his bottom lip as he shrugged. "Figured
you might need me here."
Lance laid back down with a sigh. "So you
heard already?"
Standing up, JC walked over to the couch, lifting Lance's
head so he could slide beneath, setting Lance's head on his lap. "Yeah.
There was one of those news things online already, so, like I said, I figured
you might need me."
Lance looked up at his friend. "But I thought
you didn't want me going up into space, Josh."
"I don't, but you want to go, so that is what
matters."
Lance sighed shakily as he closed his eyes.
"Well, it doesn't look like I'm going now, so you can stop worrying about
it."
"Lance, I wasn't worried that you were
going." Lance just opened his eyes and looked up at his friend with a
slightly raised eyebrow. "Okay, so I was. You're one of my best friends
and I would hate anything to happen to you. I'd hate to lose you. Especially
now."
Lance sighed softly, his next words coming out almost
whisper-like. "What makes now so different?"
JC blushed and Lance smiled a little. "Well
... you know ... just because."
"Because why?"
Blushing more, JC shook his head. "Lance, I
think you know why."
Chuckling lightly, Lance sat up a little, leaning
forward until his face was just inches from JC's. "I think I might too,
but is it so wrong that I want to hear you say it."
JC smiled and shook his head. "No... nothing
wrong with that. I think I would hate to lose you... because now ...well ... I
have these feelings for you. More than friend type feelings, and would really hate to lose you now."
Lance smiled even wider as he pressed his lips
against JC's. It was the first time one of them had said anything like that,
and it was also the first time they had kissed. He felt JC kiss him back with a
soft moan and he pulled away slightly. "I'd hate to lose you too, now,
because I have those same feelings."
He watched as JC smiled. Sighing softly, he knew
that JC made everything just a little bit better. He had possibly lost one of
his biggest dreams, but he was also gaining another. One that made the one he
lost not as bad.
The End
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