Lance Bass groaned as unwanted sunlight hit his face and he turned over, burrying it in the pillow in a desparate attempt to shut out the light but it didn't work very well. An arm dropped around him and he jumped, opening his eyes wide. He had no idea where he was or what he was doing there. All he knew was that an arm had dropped around him from a person who was completely submerged in blankets. He couldn't remember anything, what had happened the night before, where he had been the night before, what he had done the night before. All he knew was that the arm around him did not belong to Dace and the bed he was in certainly wasn't his own. His bed at home didn't have a nice thick blue comforter, it had a white one.
Suddenly, it dawned on him and he realized exactly where he was. He was in his friend Justin Timberlake's house, in Justin's room, and in Justin's bed. Horrified at his discovery, Lance looked down at himself and panicked even more. He wasn't dressed at all, but completely naked instead. There was no question who's arm was draped over him now, it had to be Justin's
Not understanding exactly what had happened or why he was waking up in bed next to Justin with no clothes on, Lance slipped out of the bed and rushed into Justin's bathroom, grabbing a robe from the back of the door and slipping it on. He then went back into the bedroom and started looking around the room for his clothes. They were disgarded all over the place as though he and Justin had had a very wild night. There was an empty liquor bottle sticking out of the trash can in the corner and Lance was almost certain now that he knew what had happened. He just didn't know why he would get so careless.
Then, it all came crashing back to him and he dropped into a chair that sat in one corner of the room. Dace had come home the day before with hickeys from some unknown lover as dark as plums on his neck. He had simply lied about them to Lance and Lance had responded by grabbing his keys off the table and heading out the door. He had soon found himself sitting in his car out in front of Justin's house, lost in thought about what had happened and the fact that Joey had been right when he said that Dace was most likely cheating. Justin had emerged from the house and immediately drawn him into an embrace as soon as Lance had stepped out of his car. He had taken him into the house about ten minutes later and held him some more. Then, Lance's mind went blank. He couldn't remember what had happened after that. All he knew was that it had apparently led to him and Justin sleeping together.
However, this sudden realization, while hitting Lance like a ton of bricks, did not come as scary to him as it had initially been. Afterall, Dace had cheated on him. Wasn't he entitiled to fight back with a taste of the guy's own medicine? Wasn't it always treat others how you wish to be treated? Well, if Dace had wanted Lance to cheat on him than Lance was not going to deny him that desire.
He sat in the chair and stared at the lump in the bed that was Justin. He smirked slightly as he watched Justin's free arm, the one that had so recently been wrapped around Lance, grope the bed for the lover that was not there. It took a few moments for the owner of the arm to realize that it wasn't going to find anybody and the lump in the bed rose up, the comforter falling off and revealing Justin's naked body in all its glory, well down to the waste that is.
Lance watched in amusement as Justin stretched and looked around the room, finally pinpointing Lance in the chair in the corner and giving him a rather strange but pouty look.
"Good morning sleepy head," Lance said, the smirk still spread across his face and realizing the chair was a rocking chair, he began to rock in it, still staring at Justin in utter amusement. Justin did not respond, he merely looked at him, probably wondering to himself what his friend Lance Bass was doing sitting in a rocking chair and wearing Justin's bathrobe.
Justin rubbed his eyes as if to test to make sure he wasn't dreaming or something and when he saw that Lance was still in the chair, he ran a hand sleepily down his face and looked at him with a very bored expression.
"Any idea what happened last night?" he finally asked Lance and Lance shook his head. Justin groaned.
"I was kind of hoping you could tell me that." Justin gave him a look that seemed to say 'Are you crazy?' and Lance took that to mean that he didn't know what had happened the night before either. It became very clear to him that the both of them had been very drunk. With this sudden realization, Lance felt a stabbing pain in his head and his hand immediately flew up to it and he moaned in agony.
"Oh yes," Justin said, sounding a little more awake. "The dreaded hangover. Don't you just hate those?" He laughed awkwardly and Lance had the sudden thought that maybe Justin wasn't entirely sober yet. He had the distinct urge to tell him to go back to bed but he resisted it. His head was pounding too bad and he didn't feel much like yelling right now.
Ah yelling, those were the good old days. He allowed a small smile to cross his face as he thought about the days when Nsync had been on tour and Lance had found himself yelling at Justin about one thing or another. He had never had to yell at anyone else, just Justin. Sometimes, Justin would yell back and they would get into a very heated argument but that didn't mean that he didn't love him. They just had their differences and at least they had never hurt one another.
That was one thing about Justin that Lance seemed to love so much. He had never really been hurt by all the arguments he and Justin had gotten into on the tour bus about being responsible and picking up after yourself. He chuckled, remembering those days and it suddenly dawned on him how much he wanted to get Nsync back out on the road and bring back the hype.
However, he didn't know if it was going to be humanly possible for Nsync to make a comeback, they were all so wrapped up in their own individual lives now, that there seemed to be no time anymore for the five of them to just get together and hang out for a while. Justin was at the top of his game with his solo career, JC was now producing music, Chris was busy with his clothing line, FuMan Skeeto, Joey was just about to start hosting a brand new game show called THE SINGING BEE, and Lance himself was getting ready to go to New York to appear in Broadway's Hairspray as Corny Collins, along side O-town's Ashley Parker Angel who was currently starring as Link Larkin in the show. Not to mention, he also had his management company to worry about. So no, getting the group back together for a comeback was certainly not humanly possible, at least not at the moment.
"Whatcha thinking about Lance?" Justin's sudden question startled him and he jumped out of the chair, landing on his ass on the floor. Rubbing his backside and standing up, Justin burst out into laughter and Lance threw the chair cushion at him. It hit Justin in the head who didn't bother to notice and kept right on laughing as though Lance falling on his ass was the funniest thing in the world to him.
"Shut up!" Lance cried, settling himself on the end of the bed and still rubbing his backside. Justin's laughter subsided into fits of giggles and those subsided into silence, an eerie silence that Lance didn't like as it filled the room. "Uh, listen Justin," Lance said, finally breaking the eerie silence. "I should probably get going, I have things I have to do today." Justin frowned.
"Like what?" he asked, still frowning at the blonde man who sat at the end of his bed, running a hand through his hair.
"Well for one, I have to start packing for New York so I'm going to have to go home." Justin's face became very serious and he was once again the man that he had been when Lance had first showed up the day before. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Lance had no idea what was going on. One minute, Justin was acting like his old self, the way he had acted all the time in the beginning stages of Nsync - the group had really matured Justin a lot - and now he was acting like he was Lance's older brother or something.
"I don't want you going back to that house Lance," Justin said in a very quiet but stern voice. "Dace is there and I don't want him anywhere near you." Lance opened his mouth to protest but Justin held up a hand to silence him. "He's hurt you, he's hurt you really bad and he's not going to get away with it. If you won't end it, I will, do you understand me?" Lance nodded. "Good. I'll go to your house and pack for you. Do you want me to deliver the message that you want him to move out of the house within the next twenty-four hours or you're calling the cops?" Lance looked momentarily stunned. He didn't see how there was any way for Dace to find another place to go within twenty-four hours. He wasn't from Florida and didn't have a job because he figured he didn't need one, what with Lance bringing in so much money all the time. Dace would have no where to go. He'd be out on the streets. Lance shook his head violently and Justin sighed. "Lance, you're too nice for you're own good." Lance only stared at him. "You see, this is why you get trampled all over everytime you're in a relationship." Lance still didn't say anything so Justin went on. "You always let people get off too easily and you always forgive them. You keep going back thinking that they'll change but I go news for you Lance, he's not going to. Trust me, I know this from experience. Once a cheater, always a cheater. He won't change Lance and it's high time you did something about the man who's causing you such pain right now."
Lance didn't speak for a while. He just sat there looking at him. He had no idea that Justin could know and see this much. He had never really put himself off as really intelligent because it was more like his persona in the group but behind that wild and crazy kid, there seemed to lie a very knowledgeable and respectable man. Justin wasn't an idiot and Lance knew that but he had never given off the vibe that he was extremely smart either. So Lance found himself momentarily surprised by this sudden outburst from his normally playful friend.
"Wow," he said finally, his voice very quiet. "I didn't realize you cared that much." Justin gave him a look that seemed to say 'Are you fucking kidding me, of course I care!'
"Lance, you're one of my closest friends and you are also the person out of the group who always understood me the best, of course I care. You always took good care of me so now I'm going to return the favor," he replied as he began pulling on some jeans and t-shirt. He knelt down to put on some socks and shoes and looked back up at Lance. "You stay here, I'll go get your stuff and I'll tell Dace that you want him out." Lance opened his mouth to protest again but Justin stopped him. "Don't even try it man, it's going to be done."
Lance watched in silence as his friend finished tying his shoes and ran a comb over his buzz head. He smiled at Lance and pointed to the bathroom, indicating that Lance should take a shower or a nice long hot bath. Sighing, Lance got up and headed for the bathroom. Justin smiled again and left the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
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