Six

“Oh, my GOD.” Justin grabbed Lance's arm.

“Justin! God, you scared me! I almost hammered you in the head!” Lance said, letting his hand fall safely to his side.

“I wouldn't even notice.” Justin pranced back and forth. “JC Chasez, Lance!”

“What time is it?” Lance asked.

“Almost lunch. I need to buy you a watch. Lance, JC Chasez. I got to…you know…with JC Chasez!”

“I thought you didn't care about who you were with,” Lance said shyly.

“I don't usually, you know, but, damn, Lance. He was HOT. He's even musical during sex. And he's good…better than what I'M used to, anyway. We did it like THREE times, so he must have liked me, right?”

“I'm sure he did,” Lance said loyally. He was finally getting used to having these conversations with Justin. “I met him this morning. You were still sleeping. He seemed kinda…snotty.”

“Of COURSE he is, Lance. He's won Grammy awards, and he's rich, and he's talented. He can AFFORD to be snotty.”

“I really wasn't all that impressed,” Lance said. Justin stared at him.

“Lance, you're insane. He's like the poster child for gay hotness. Damn…” Justin looked away dreamily. “Think he'll come back again? Maybe ask for me?”

“His manager friend said he's playing Vegas for the week. Maybe he will come back,” Lance said reassuringly. “And I'm sure he'll ask for you.”

“You're a doll, Lancey.” Justin kissed Lance's cheek. “Let's go have lunch.” Justin took the hammer from Lance's hand and tossed it to the ground. 

JC woke up around two in the afternoon, wondering why he felt so tired. Then he remembered his bedpartner from the night before and grinned. That Justin had been insatiable. JC rolled over, remembering the boy out by the shed. Lance, he thought his name was. He hadn't seemed to even care who JC was, which JC wasn't used to. He was polite and everything, but he seemed more interested in talking to Chris than talking to JC. That just wasn't right.

JC sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. Maybe it was because he was so in awe of JC that he couldn't say much. That HAD to be it. JC thought back to Justin. Justin was everything he had been hoping for when they had arrived at the party. He wished he could just tuck Justin into his suitcase and carry him along everywhere he went. JC looked at the nightstand and saw the brochure from the “hotel.” He picked it up, thumbing the edge as he looked at the phone number. He bit his bottom lip and picked up the phone. 

“Justin,” Joey said, poking his head into the dining room.

“Yeah?” Justin looked up. He had been going into detail about his night with JC. Nick and a few of the other men were listening eagerly, while Lance simply looked embarrassed.

“You got a request for tonight.” Joey leaned in the doorway with a smirk. “Looks like you pleased the songbird.”

“JC CHASEZ? Again?” Justin shrieked with delight.

“That is NOT fair,” Nick grumbled.

“It's a request,” Joey said, shrugging. “I need to talk to you about some details, then, Justin. See me after lunch.”

“Okay,” Justin said, almost wriggling in his seat.

“I gotta get back out there.” Lance wiped his mouth on his napkin, thanked Mrs. Lansing for lunch, and left the dining room.

Lance thought about JC as he walked towards his work. Actually, he had thought about JC Chasez most of the morning. Meeting him had been interesting, and it had been hard not to be the fawning idiot that the singer was obviously used to. Lance had always been impressed with JC's voice, and the package it came in was simply amazing. Curly soft hair, incredible blue eyes, and a body that didn't quit. He carried himself with a confident arrogance that was almost a turnoff, but then he would move in a catlike way that seemed to hit Lance right in the groin. JC Chasez WAS beautiful, if it wasn't for the fact that he seemed to expect everyone to grovel at his feet. Lance didn't have experience with other men, and he didn't exactly meet a celebrity every day, but he had been through too much in his twenty-four years to grovel at ANYONE'S feet.

Lance leaned against the shed, staring into space. For a moment that morning, he had almost been jealous of Justin. He had never had sex, hadn't even done more than kiss someone, but he had wanted to do all that and more with JC Chasez. Lance blushed deeply, then turned back to his work.

Seven