Chapter 16
JC fidgeted and messed with the television, while waiting for Justin and
Joey to arrive for breakfast. They had all agreed the night before to meet
in Lance and Chris's room. JC was tired and crabby. He hadn't slept the
night before, after embarrassing himself by freaking out in front of Lance
and Chris. He groaned as Justin and Joey walked in holding hands.
"Morning." Joey said, greeting his friends cheerfully.
Lance and Chris welcomed their friends warmly. JC grunted.
Justin dropped onto the sofa next to JC. "Is the food here yet? I'm
starving." Justin complained, rubbing his stomach as if to emphasize his
point.
Joey sat on the arm of the sofa next to Justin, draping an arm around his
shoulders. JC bit his cheek, trying not to glare at them.
"The food will be here in just a few minutes Justin. I swear it's a wonder
you don't weigh 300 pounds the way you eat." Lance laughed, tossing a pillow
at Justin.
Justin laid the pillow on the sofa between himself and JC. "You'd still love
me wouldn't you Joey?" Justin asked, grinning and leaning into Joey's side.
"I'd love you even if you woke up some morning and looked like Chris." Joey
promised solemnly, kissing Justin's forehead.
"Hey, I'm pretty damn sexy if I do say so myself." Chris protested, amongst
laughter from Lance, Justin, and Joey.
Lance sat on the end of the bed beside Chris, nudging him with his elbow.
"You do say so yourself, because everybody else has perfect vision." He
teased, laughing as Chris put him in a headlock.
Justin laughed at his friend's antics as he rose from the sofa to get the
door. "Food's here." He called, pushing the room service cart in.
JC stood and headed for the door. He couldn't sit through breakfast with
Justin and Joey.
Lance looked up from getting his food and saw JC about to leave. "Where are
you going Jayce?"
"Out, not hungry." JC growled, incoherently.
"Jayce." Lance said, as JC opened the door.
JC turned slowly to face Lance. "What!" He demanded.
"Don't forget we have to go over some dance shit with Wade before the show
tonight." Lance gently reminded his irritable friend.
JC sighed in exasperation. "I won't." He said, leaving the room.
Joey removed his arm from around Justin's waist.
"Are you ok Justin? You do look better than you did last night when I left."
Lance said, smiling at Justin over the cart of food.
Chris smacked Lance on the back of the head. "Of course he's fine, he shared
a room with his man. Did you guys get freaky?" Chris asked, leering at
Justin.
"The only person getting freaky is you, and you seem to be getting freakier
by the moment." Lance retorted, dryly.
Justin and Joey laughed at Chris's expression and lack of comeback. They
returned to the sofa to eat their breakfast.
"Did you get enough sleep Justin? I know how you get a headache and sick to
your stomach if you're too tired." Lance said, looking worriedly at Justin.
"I bet he slept like a baby all wrapped around Joey all night long." Chris
cut in, as Justin was about to answer.
Lance threw crust from his toast at Chris. "I told you they aren't really
together. I'm sure they didn't sleep in the same bed after JC left. Did
you?" Lance asked, turning to Joey and Justin, frowning slightly.
Justin glanced down at his plate, blushing lightly. Joey took that as his
cue to answer the question.
"Justin slept, snugly in JC's bed all night. Wrapped tightly in the blankets
and clutching JC's shirt to his face." Joey explained, wondering at Lance's
sudden smile. If he weren't mistaken he'd say it was a smile of relief.
Chris scratched his head and looked at Lance. "You know if I didn't know any
better, I'd think that Justin had a thing for JC." He said, laughing as if
that was the funniest thing imaginable.
Lance, Justin, and Joey groaned not even bothering to explain things to
Chris once again.
Lance glanced up from his plate, looking from Justin to Joey and back. "So,
do you guys have plans for the next couple of hours?"
"Chris and I are going to play the new game he got the other day. What are
you doing Justin?" Joey asked, turning to look at Justin.
Justin shrugged, not looking up from his plate. "Nothing special. I'm just
going to go through JC's address book and call every guy in it and tell him
JC's got a venereal disease." He said, his concentration on his plate never
wavering.
Lance nearly dropped his plate. "You wouldn't really do that would you?" He
asked, glancing at Joey for confirmation that Justin wouldn't.
"Justin, you can't. Not that it wouldn't be funny as hell, but it's not
right." Joey nudged Justin's knee with his own, trying to see if Justin was
actually paying attention to him or not.
Justin looked up at Joey, tears forming in his eyes. "I don't care Joey! I
swear if I have to see him with one more guy, I'll personally rip his dick
off!" Justin swore vehemently.
Joey and Lance watched in horror as Justin slammed his plate onto the cart
and strode from the room, intent on his mission.
"He won't do it. Will he?" Lance queried, looking to Joey for assurance.
Joey just shrugged, glancing worriedly at the door.
"Do you guys think that we could get Jive to pay for a trip into space for
our next video? They did it for Britney, they've gotta do it for us. We're
so much hotter. I wonder if Britney got freaky with any hot aliens." Chris
pondered, as he watched the video for oops I did it again on MTV.
Joey and Lance groaned as they both threw pillows at Chris.
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JC ran a towel over his face, wiping away the sweat. The show had gone
remarkably well, considering Justin hadn't spoken to him all day. Justin was
driving him insane though. He'd openly stare at JC until JC stared back and
then he'd frown and look away. He kept touching JC, placing a hand lightly
on his back or touching his hand and letting it linger. The minute JC would
attempt to return the touch, Justin was gone. JC couldn't figure it out.
Justin could touch him but if he tried returning Justin`s touch, Justin
would turn and walk away. JC wanted nothing more than to touch Justin, but
he couldn't. That right was reserved for Joey.
The five men piled into a limo, heading for their buses. Nobody really
talking because they were all winding down from the show.
JC leaned across his seat, motioning for Lance to lean forward. "Will you
switch busses with me? I can't ride with them right now." He whispered.
Lance glanced out of the corner of his eye. Justin guessing what JC wanted
was vigorously shaking his head no. Joey pulled Justin closer to him and
grinned to himself. He found that he liked helping Justin get revenge on JC.
"God Jayce, please don't put me in this position. We need to get on the road
right away anyway; we wouldn't have time to switch busses." Lance said,
hoping that JC would understand.
JC sighed, "I know you're right. I just don't know if I can handle this. I'm
sorry I tried dragging you into the middle of this mess." JC apologized,
resting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head into his hands.
Lance patted JC's knee. "You'll be fine JC; you just need to start leading
your life with your heart more often than with your dick."
JC didn't respond to Lance's comment. He sat back in his seat, closing his
eyes. Blocking the site of Justin's legs in Joey's lap and their hands
interlaced. He wondered instead why Lance seemed to be frowning at the
lovers.
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JC went straight to his bunk upon entering the bus. He threw his backpack
under it and stripped down to his boxers quickly. He climbed into the bed,
praying that god would be merciful and let him sleep. He finally drifted off
after a couple hours, the sound of Justin's voice in the front lulling him
to sleep.
Justin stood, gazing down at the sleeping man. He looked so peaceful and
innocent as he slept. Justin wished he could see this side of JC more often.
He slowly reached out and touched JC's hair, lightly running his fingers
through it. He marveled at the silky softness. His hand gently drifted down
to JC's face. He traced the contour of his cheek, then slowly made his way
back to his nose running a finger lightly down the length of it. JC's nose
twitched slightly. Justin jerked his hand back. He watched JC for another
minute, making sure he was still sleeping. His fingers outlined the fullness
of JC's lips. Justin thought it would be easier to stop breathing, than to
resist tasting those lips. He leaned down, gently pressing his lips to JC's.
His tongue caressing JC's bottom lip. JC stirred. Justin backed away.
JC's eyes slowly opened. He'd been having the most wonderful dream. He and
Justin were in his living room. They were lying on a rug in front of the
fireplace. They were kissing and holding each other tightly. JC wished the
dream would have went on forever. He could smell Justin so strongly; it was
as if he was there. He sighed, licking his dry lips. He tasted Justin. His
breath caught in his throat. He looked to the doorway leading to the front
of the bus. Justin stood there staring back at him. JC sat up. Justin fled.
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