Yeah, Right...
Chapter 19: Taxi
By: Sadie



JC applied the cherry lip-gloss carefully, then backed away from the bathroom mirror. He took in his altered reflection, so different than how he was used to seeing himself. He smiled, admiring what he saw. He decided he liked it and only hoped that Lance would too.

Earlier that evening, after Lance had left, JC hadn't been able to concentrate on anything, lastly his homework. He sat at his desk, reading and rereading chapters in The Sound and the Fury, only to have no idea what he had supposedly read. Eventually he surrendered, realizing he was just too excited to work. He told his mom he needed to go to the library, then had taken the local bus to the mall. He giggled as he purchased a tight black shirt, with zig-zagging and crooked lines of sparkly copper from Express and some lip-gloss, eye-liner, and mascara from Sephora.


JC looked down the hallway, making sure the coast was clear before slipping out of the bathroom and into his room. He caught his reflection in the small mirror on his closet door. He hoped Lance didn’t just think he looked like a clown. He sighed and glanced at the clock. 11:00.

Promptly there was a knock on his door.

“JC?”

JC gulped. “I’m getting dressed, ma.”

“Oh, well, I’m going to bed. Just wanted to say good night.” Karen spoke through the wood.

“Yeah, okay, ‘night ma.” JC hoped his tone didn't relay his nervousness.

JC heard his mother’s footsteps fade as they trudged down the hallway, then the soft click of her bedroom door closing and JC breathed.

He waited another fifteen minutes before opening his door slowly and peering out into the hallway. It was dark and empty, so he crept soundlessly out of his room and down the hall, opening the front door slowly, holding his breath as it made a low creak when he closed it and stepped outside.


JC looked up and down his still street from his place on the sidewalk in front of his neighbor’s house. His hands plunged into the pockets of his frayed and worn jeans with frustration as he began to pace that small patch of cement.

Lance, get here. Get here now.

Two headlights cut through the darkness of the street. Lance.

The 4-Runner came to a slow halt in front of JC.

“Hey, sexy. Looking for a lift?” Lance winked at his boyfriend.

JC just smiled and ran around to the passenger door, letting himself into the car.

“Go.” JC motioned with his hands.

“Nervous much?” Lance chuckled and exhilarated.

“No?” The statement was formed more as a question and JC blushed.

“Don’t worry, JC. Seriously, I’m a pro. I’ve done this so many times. It’s not even-“ Lance’s sentence ended suddenly as he came to a stop sign and looked over at his boyfriend.

“Holy shit.” Lance exclaimed, his mouth open.

“What?” JC looked around frantically.

“You, jesus, you look...great.” Lance had the cheesiest of smiles plastered on his face.

“Oh. Well, I, uh...” JC stumbled over his words, once again tinged red with embarrassment.

“No.” Lance corrected himself, then continued in a hushed tone, running his thumb along JC’s cheekbone, “You look beautiful...wow.”

JC suddenly became very interested in the hem of his shirt. “Thank you.” He mumbled, his blush deepening.

Lance smiled as he continued down the road.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it or not.” JC blurted out.

“Well, I do. I love it.” Lance glanced quickly at his boyfriend, still smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” JC beamed, “so much.” Lance took one of his hands off of the steering wheel and entwined his fingers with JC’s.



JC wrung his hands as he followed his boyfriend into The Forum.

“Don’t be nervous.” Lance told him as he found JC’s hand and held it tightly in his own.

“I’m not.” JC breath was shaky and Lance could tell he was lying.

“Liar.” Lance laughed lightly and kissed JC’s cheek.

JC looked around to see several other gay coupled outside the club flirting and kissing and holding hands, nobody even noticed Lance and JC’s small display of affection.

“Hey Brian.” Lance winked at the bouncer.

“Hey Lance.” The bouncer smiled and let them in without making them wait in line.

“What was that?” JC inquired over the throbbing music.

“Just a friend. Don’t worry, he’s not my type, babe.” Lance grinned and leaned into JC’s ear, nibbling on the lobe, “But you are.”

JC sighed and hoped he could handle dancing with Lance without stripping him of his clothing.

“C’mon.” Lance led JC through the thriving crowd of the smoky club.

“Lance! Baby!” A voice stopped them and Lance rolled his eyes and turned around.

“Hey, Cory.” Lance tried to sound enthusiastic. Cory danced up to the two of them, beer in hand and threw an arm around Lance.

“Who’s the bitch?” He asked, motioning towards JC.

“This is JC, my boyfriend, Cory.” Lance smirked and JC scowled.

“Oh.” Cory said simply, looking JC up and down. “Well, we haven't seen you round here that much lately. We missed you.”

“I’ve been preoccupied.” Lance winked at JC, who was still scowling.

“Hey, Cor. Wanna do me a favor?”

“Anything for you, baby.” Cory’s inebriated breath swept over Lance.

“Here.” Lance reached into his back pocket and pulled out a twenty. “Go get me and JC two beers each.” Lance batted his eyelashes at his ex-boyfriend.

“You slut.” Cory clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Please.” Lance pouted and Cory snatched the twenty from his fingers.

“I’ll be right back.” Cory turned quickly and trotted off towards the bar.

“Ah. Ex-asshole-boyfriends are good for something every now and then.” Lance smiled at JC.

“I don’t like him.” JC glared.

“Oh. Stop.” Lance giggled. “I never knew you were going to be so jealous. I bet you were never this way with Bobbie.”

“I was never even attracted to Bobbie.”

Lance laughed some more and wrapped his hands around JC’s waist. “Well, I never loved Cory.” Lance leaned over and began kissing JC’s pouting lips. JC opened his mouth and Lance slipped his tongue in, and JC moaned. “But, I love you.” Lance said lowly.

Cory came back, breaking the couple up. “Here.” He rolled his eyes.

“Thanks, babe.” Lance smiled slyly.

“Do I get a dance for this?” Cory reneged the beer as Lance reached for the bottle.

“No, don’t be an ass.” Lance grabbed the beers, “Just keep the change, Cory.” Lance grabbed JC’s hand and led him in the back towards a small booth. Leaving Cory standing by himself.

Lance found an empty booth towards the back of the club. “God, he’s such a prick.” Lance exasperated.

“So, what ever happened between you and him?” JC asked carefully as he took his seat on the same side of the booth as Lance.

“Well, I thought I loved him. Which I didn't. But, ya know. He was my first boyfriend, so I was just a little obsessed. And he had better things and people to do.” Lance sighed.

“Oh.” JC let his finger trace the top of the bottle.

“Naw, Cory’s a good guy. He’s just not a relationship guy, ya know. Great in bed.” Lance wiggled his eyebrows and JC kicked him under the table.

“But, seriously,” Lance continued. “That's all he was really good for. It wasn't making love it was just sex.”

“Um, did you have sex with him the other week when we were in a fight?”

“Yeah.” Lance nodded casually. “I’m irrational when I’m upset. I wanted it to be you. It couldn't, so I settled.”

“It can be me now.” JC said, scooting closer to Lance and resting his hand on his leg.

“Jayce,” Lance started cautiously, “...I know that you haven't really done anything before, so I don't want you to feel obligated, ya know, when the time comes.”

“I would never feel obligated, Lance.” JC sounded almost offended, “I love you, whatever I do with you its because I want to...bad.” JC gave him a sexy half grin and kissed his boyfriend on the lips, smoothly gliding his tongue in and licking the bitter alcohol from Lance’s lips. They parted and Lance spoke softly.

“Good.” He gulped down more of his beer. “What you don’t like it?” Lance motioned towards JC’s still three-forths of the way full bottle.

“I do, but I figured one of has to drive.”

“Yeah.” Lance said slowly, he looked out over towards the dance floor that seemed to vibrate with the motion of the men dancing, all touching and sweaty and grinding into each other, feeding off of each other’s energy.

Lance sipped at his drink. “Wanna dance?”

JC looked over at the floor tentatively nervous that he would not fit in with the rest of the crowd.

“I dunno...” JC mumbled shyly.

“JC, you know you're sex on legs when you dance. Don't be afraid.”

JC laughed at that and agreed. His hands rested gently on Lance’s hips as they made their way onto the dance floor.

Lance was right and he knew it. And everyone else in the club soon learned this too. JC Chasez could move. Lance almost became shy himself, keeping up with JC. Who, once he was on the floor all shame had vanished and became the man Lance had lusted after when he first saw him dancing with those girls at the straight club. His hips ground loosely and seductively against Lance’s as he let the deep bass swim through his entire body. JC closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting the music take complete control of his dance.

Lance ran his hands over JC’s body, feeling his back muscles stretch and flex with the beat and even hesitantly bringing them down to JC’s firm ass. He grew braver and pushed JC’s gyrating pelvis into his own.

JC groaned and Lance longed to know what that felt like. So, he leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips against JC’s exposed neck.

“Mm...Lance...” JC groaned, and leaned his head back a little more, granting Lance permission to continue.

The rumble of JC’s groan continued through Lance’s whole body, sending shivers up Lance’s spine.

Then Lance felt an extra pair of hands rest on his back.

Lance moaned, not a pleasant one, and turned around quickly, leaving JC wondering what had happened to the warm lips that had been caressing his skin.

“Cory, back off.” Lance glared.

“But, I thought you were gonna save me a dance, babe.” Cory whined.

“I said no.” Lance said firmly.

“C’mon Lance, leave the newbie, I’ll show you good time, just like the old days.”

“No. Jesus, you are drunk.” Lance waved his hand in front of his face, brushing away the smell of alcohol Cory exuded. As if on cue, Cory passed out on the floor right in front of JC and Lance.

“Oh my god.” Lance exclaimed and knelt down beside his ex. The dance floor quickly parted and all eyes focused on the fallen Cory.

The bartender worked his way through the crowd with some water.

“What's his name?” The gruffy man asked Lance.

“Uh, Cory. Cory Cruser.” Lance replied hastily, concern filled his eyes. The bartender knelt down beside him taking his pulse and shaking the young man a little.

“Cory, Cory.” He practically shouted his name.

“Cory.” Lance repeated softly.

Cory’s eyes popped open and he smiled, he reached quickly up to Lance and planted a short kiss on his lips.

“Lance...” He mumbled, his eyes glossed over.

“Cory, are you okay?” Lance brushed the kiss off as if it were nothing. Meanwhile, JC backed away, retreating to their booth. He cradled the slightly flat beer.

“Yeah,” Cory blinked and stood up, brushing himself off. He wobbled and leaned against Lance.

“You need to go home.” Lance grunted under Cory’s weight.

The bartender informed Lance he would call a taxi and Lance nodded. He led Cory outside and waited for the cab.

JC placed his head in hands and rubbed his temples. He looked back towards the dance floor and realized that Lance wasn't there anymore. He got up quickly from the booth and asked the bartender if he’d seen them.

“Uh, yeah, I called them a Taxi and they went out front.”

“Thanks.” JC snipped.


“Lance” Cory mumbled, “You comin’ with me?” JC brushed his hand up against Lance’s cheek.

Lance pulled away from the caress. “Cory, I’m not going home with you because you fucked up our relationship, if you want to call it that. And, mostly because I love someone else and he loves me.”

“JC.” Cory pouted.

“Yes, JC. I love him. And I’m not gonna fuck that up and neither are you.”

Cory gave an exaggerated frustrated sigh. “I bet I’m better, baby.”

Cory threw his arms around Lance.

JC exited the club.

“Fuck.” He swore as he saw Cory hanging all over Lance and Lance merely laughing.
He turned away, not able to look. He ran his hands through his hair, not caring if he messed up his spikes that took him a good half hour to perfect.


Lance laughed and pushed the drunk man off of him. “You wish, Cory.” Just then the taxi pulled up to the curb. Lance opened the door to the cab and let Cory in. Lance paid the cab driver for Cory and gave him directions, he didn't think Cory was quite able of doing that.

He shook his head as the cab pulled away. “JC.” Lance said aloud. He knew he had to be awkward in the club by himself. He turned around and saw his boyfriend leaning against the wall, his head in his hands. Oh no. Lance groaned inwardly.

“Jayce. Jayce, what’s wrong?” Lance said softly, as he tried to push away JC’s hands from his face.

“I saw you with him, Lance. Why didn’t you go with him? You seemed so happy.”

“JC, I was laughing at him. He’s become such a fucking loser, it’s funny. Well, and sad.”

JC looked up at Lance and laughed lightly. Lance noticed his eyes were tinted pink.

“Josh.” Lance said softly, taking his chin in his hands. “I know that all this must be crazy and new for you and I know you’re questioning a lot of things about yourself and your life, but if there’s one thing you never have to question its my love for you. Okay? Just...just remember that. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

JC smiled and Lance couldn't help it, he leaned forward and kissed JC’s lips lightly.

“You okay?” Lance asked again.

“I’m fine.” JC nodded, running his hands through Lance’s hair.

“Wanna go?” Lance laughed as JC nodded. “Yeah, this wasn’t exactly the best clubbing experience.

“I had fun when we were dancing.” JC admitted, holding Lance’s hand as they made their way back to the 4-Runner.

“Me too. I told you you were sex on legs.”

JC laughed outloud at the analogy again. “I wouldn't say that.”

“I would.” Lance said firmly. Stopping abruptly and caressing JC’s exposed muscular arms. He leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “I’d say you were the sexiest person alive.”

“Can’t be.” JC shook his head. “You are.”

“Shut-up.” Lance mumbled as he kissed a hot path up JC’s neck that ended confidently on his lips. Pulling and sucking on the pink flesh. Lance’s hands continued caressing JC’s arms and moved upwards, cupping his face gently.

“Lets go home” JC managed to pull himself away from Lance’s ministrations.


The ride home was silent. Both boys thinking of a way they could continue what they had begun in the parking lot. Lance shut off his head-lights before reaching JC’s house.

“Well...” Lance sighed as the car came to a stop.

“Fuck it.” JC said quickly. “Park the car. You're coming in.”

“What? Jayce I don't know if that is such a good-“

“Do it.” JC snapped and Lance obeyed, parking the car a couple houses down.

Lance followed in utter silence as JC led him quietly into his house, down the hallway, closing and locking his bedroom door behind him.

“Jayce-“ Lance said quietly. But, his words were lost when JC pushed him up against the wall and captured his mouth in a hungry kiss.

“Lance.” JC groaned. “I want this. Please, I want you.”

Lance just stared into those blue eyes, remembering the day JC had come into his life, he had cursed the gods for making him so beautiful, now he silently praised them.

“Okay.” Lance agreed.

JC smiled, that breath-taking smile Lance had fallen in love with in those first few moments of their friendship. He led him and Lance followed once again, but this time it was to JC’s bed. Lance exhaled slowly, attempting to calm his nerves, hoping against hope he wasn’t rushing this.

Both boys sat down on the edge of the bed. Lance swung his feet, flirtatiously hitting JC’s. JC grinned and hit his feet back. Then they stopped and there was an awkward silence.

JC was the first to lean over, resting his lips on Lance’s neck, savoring his taste. A taste that was so much different and exciting than cheap perfume. A taste that was heady and intoxicating and inviting.

“Want you.” JC murmured, as he gently pushed Lance back down on the bed. JC situated himself and began unbuttoning Lance’s shirt. Kissing gently each piece of skin this exposed.

Lance let out a soft moan, running his hands through JC’s hair. JC looked up into Lance’s eyes. He could read plainly the desire that was burning in them. He brought his lips up to Lance’s, licking around the edge of his mouth and working his way inside. His tongue moved sinuously with Lance’s, and he quickly removed his lovers shirt and rested his entire body on top of his. He slowly began to grind his erection, to the pace of their lingering kiss, against Lance’s thigh.

Lance felt the hardness press into him and moaned. “Jayce.” JC ran his hands up Lance’s sides, teasing his erect nipples as Lance ran his hands up JC’s legs, and cupped his muscular ass, pressing JC’s erection harder into him.

JC moaned and slithered down Lance’s body, licking a hot trail down his chest. Lance reached upwards with his hands, tugging at JC’s new shirt, which was quickly discarded and thrown carelessly to the ground.

JC began working at the buttons of Lance’s pants, quickly stripping his boyfriend of the unwanted clothing, then himself. Both merely in their boxer-breifs, began kissing each other everywhere, rolling around JC’s bed and nipping at tender flesh, giggling when it tickled and moaning when it felt good, smiles graced both faces, reflecting their excitement to be so close, so alone and so in love. JC nibbled and blew on Lance’s soft hips, eliciting a low train of giggles from the blonde, and he pushed his lover away gently.

“Jayce.” Lance huffed in between giggles.

Lance gasped as JC moved lower and began kissing feathery kisses along his upper thigh. Letting his tongue travel up beyond the material. JC grasped at the waistband of the thin material and Lance kissed his lover’s lips as he peeled his last remaining piece of material slowly from his body. Lance caressed JC’s chest, letting the feather like hairs tickle the palm of his hands as he made his way down to the waist band of JC’s boxers. Shedding the material off of his lovers body. JC’s pulled Lance down on top of himself as they continued to kiss each other's faces and necks, not wanting to leave one spot untasted, one spot to the unknown. Lance began to grind his erection against JC’s. Lance suddenly stopped and looked down at Josh. Taking in his naked form.

“You’re a god.” Lance admired. JC blinked back tears and pulled Lance to his mouth. Never wanting to not be tasting, feeling this.

“Make love to me Lance, please.” JC said so quietly, he wasn’t sure if Lance heard him and he was fearful he would have to repeat the phrase.

But, moments later, Lance nodded.

JC retrieved a small box of condoms and lube he had purchased on his excursion to the mall and handed both items over to Lance.

Lance laughed in amazement as JC gave them to him. But, proceeded rub some of the cool liquid onto his fingers. JC leaned back onto the bed, a little unsure of what to do.

Lance buried his face in JC’s neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh as he inserted two of his fingers. JC gasped and thrust his hips, urging Lance to continue.
Lance began working his fingers, caressing and pushing deeper inside. JC moaned into Lance’s hair.

“Lance, please.” He growled lowly.

Lance slowly positioned himself between JC’s thighs, running his hands along the strong muscles and light hair.

He leaned forward kissing JC’s trembling lips. “This may hurt.” Lance whispered, concerned. JC nodded, and Lance smiled at his eagerness, admiring the way he looked underneath him.

“I love you.” Lance groaned into his ear as he slowly thrusted himself into his lover.

JC muffled a yell in Lance’s neck. Lance thrusted deeper and kissed away the tears that were falling freely down JC’s cheeks.

Lance closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep from moaning loud enough to wake Karen.

JC quickly learned to love the burning Lance caused inside him. As Lance reached down between their body’s and began stroking JC’s full erection, he moaned louder, his voice producing Lance’s name in an almost grunt. He lifted his hips, thrusting hard into Lance’s hand and biting his smooth shoulder lightly, to hush himself.

“More.” JC said softly, his breath chilled the spot on Lance’s flesh where he had been biting.

Lance obeyed quickening the pace of his thrusts and hand stroking JC.

JC’s breaths came in short gasps and he looked up at the blank ceiling, that was suddenly glowing with multicolored lights, everything had never been so beautiful, for a minute he though that someone must have slipped something into his drink, some euphoric drug that was making everything so goddamn beautiful. So perfect.

He looked up at Lance’s flushed face, green eyes searched his new lover for any sign of discomfort.

“Love you.” JC mumbled, as he placed a final kiss on Lance’s swollen lips and coming into his hand.

JC’s orgasm sent Lance over the edge and he thrust for a final time into his lover, arching his head back and letting out a moan that he’d been holding back. His chest heaved breathlessly and he fell onto JC, planting tiny kisses all over his chest and face and hair. Not willing to let their love-making end, just yet.

“Love you so much.” He said in between the short kisses.

JC ran his hands through Lance’s damp hair and smiled.


“Jayce...Jayce.” The warm body that had wrapped itself around JC spoke in whisper, tickling his ear. JC tried swatting away the annoyance that was attempting to wake him. But, it giggled and continued.

“Jayce, its four in the morning. I better go.” Lance continued to speak into JC’s ear, pausing to nibble on his velvety lobe.

“Mmm...” JC turned and wrapped his arms around Lance, holding his still nude body close to his.

Lance stopped briefly and reveled in the warmth of JC’s arms enfolding his torso.

“Stay.” JC mumbled, his breath tingling Lance’s cheek.

Lance laughed, “I can’t.” He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on JC’s nose, then his lips.

“Warm.” JC mumbled against his lips, as he ran his hands down the smooth expanse of Lance’s back.

“Gotta go.” Lance looked regretfully at his lover and JC opened his eyes groggily. “We have school tomorrow, babe. I have to be up in two and a half hours.”

JC sighed, “Can’t we just stay like this.” He pulled the blankets up around their bodies and over their heads. “Look, nobody will even know we’re here.”

Lance laughed and climbed on top of JC, still under the blanket, straddling his narrow waist. “You’re right. And, when you’re mother comes in here, we can be as silent as mice under the blanket here, and she’ll think that you must’ve gone to school early.”

“Exactly.” JC grinned and pulled Lance down to his lips. “And then once she’s gone to work, we can stay in here and make love all day and be as loud as we want and nobody will ever know.”

They both laughed then and kissed each other’s lips, neither wanting to surrender this new love to the day.

Finally Lance pulled away. “I have to go now.” JC pouted but let his arms fall to his sides.

“I love you.” Lance said quietly, brushing away a strand of hair that had awkwardly flattened itself against JC’s forehead as he slept.

“Love you too.” JC promised.

Lance crawled unwillingly out of the bed and slipped his clothes back on.

Lance looked over at JC, the blanket hanging low on his body.

“I’ll see you in a few hours okay?”

JC nodded silently, he knew this, but he still wanted to cry.

Lance walked soundlessly out of JC’s room and down the hallway. He didn't trust himself to kiss JC again, he was sure if he did he wouldn't be able to leave. So, he left JC and his house without another word.

JC threw himself back on his bed, hugging his blankets tight as if he were still hugging Lance. But, they lacked the warmth of Lance’s body and the smooth curves of his hips and the gentle kisses of his lips and the soft murmurs of ‘I love you’ into his hair. JC fell asleep quickly, dreaming of all these things.



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