Thirteen
JC
turned on a light and they both blinked against its brightness. “What?”
“I…I
was wondering if you'd want to just come up…never mind,” Lance finished
quickly. “I'm sorry.”
“No,
it's okay.” JC swung his long legs off of the sofa.
“It's
so lonely…and I feel bad for you down here on the sofa,” Lance said. “I feel
dumb.”
“I
bet you never have to beg men to sleep with you,” JC said, then groaned. “That
came out wrong. I mean, sleep with you. I mean…I'll just stop talking now.”
Lance
laughed, feeling more at ease. “This is kinda awkward, huh?”
“Yeah.”
JC looked Lance in the eye. “To be brutally honest, I'd like to do more than
sleep next to you, Lance. I haven't stopped thinking about you. Maybe that's
stupid of me, acting like a starstruck fan or something, but it's true. And
then what you did for me with the paintings…”
“I
wish all my starstruck fans were like you, Josh,” Lance said softly. “And I've
thought about you, too. I felt so awful about that night. I wanted you so bad,
and all I could think about was being with you, and then AJ…”
“But
it's AJ that has brought us back together now,” JC reminded him.
“I
wonder if they'll deliver a fruit basket to him in jail?” Lance asked.
JC
put his hand out. “Should we go upstairs?”
Lance
silently took JC's hand and allowed JC to lead him up the stairs. “This room is
so like you,” Lance said as they entered JC's bedroom. Various drawings and
paintings littered the walls and floor. “It's so comfortable.”
“It's
a mess.” JC kicked a pair of shoes out of the way.
Lance
said nothing. Instead, he pulled off the t-shirt of JC's that he had been
wearing. JC swallowed deeply, tugging at his own shirt. Before he could push at
his pajama bottoms, Lance was there, kissing him as his hands roamed across
JC's body. “I've thought about this for days,” Lance whispered, nibbling at his
neck.
“God,”
JC gasped, his hands clutching at Lance's backside as they tripped over a stack
of books and fell onto the bed. Lance gave a low chuckle, the sound sending
shivers up JC's spine.
“You're
so damn gorgeous,” Lance said, kissing his way down JC's chest.
JC
tried to ignore the fact that an award-winning actor was licking his navel, but
his mind kept wandering back to that fact. Suddenly he began to laugh. Lance
drew back, looking at him quizzically. “Oh, God, Lance, I'm sorry. I'm not
laughing at you. I swear.”
“I've
been told I'm pretty good in bed,” Lance said, laying on his side and propping
his head up with his hand.
“No,
I…I…” JC gasped for breath, unable to stop laughing. Lance hummed and drummed
his fingers on the mattress. “Okay…okay…I just…how many people would PAY for
this, and here you are. With me. In my bed.”
“Okay…”
Lance said slowly. “You're still stuck on the whole fame thing?”
“Not
in the same way, Lance, I swear,” JC said, finally composing himself. “It's
just like a freaking dream come true.”
“For
me, too,” Lance said, coming back up to kiss JC.
Lance's
hands were tender as they undressed JC the rest of the way. Suddenly Lance was
naked as well, and their bodies pressed together as if they had done this a
thousand times. “What do you…I mean…” JC said as he licked a line along Lance's
collarbone.
Lance
moaned. “If you mean what do I prefer, AJ always liked topping. So I didn't
have much of a choice.”
“I'm
pretty passive,” JC admitted. Lance smiled.
“Good…because
I miss being aggressive.”
“Condoms and lube in the top drawer,” JC
barely gasped before Lance moved over him to draw pictures on his chest with
his tongue.
JC
lay half-awake in Lance's arms. The sex had been the most amazing he could ever
remember having. Lance was well-endowed, but took his time getting JC ready
before he finally moved inside. JC's nimble body had wrapped itself around
Lance, his heels digging into Lance's backside as he urged him to push into him
again and again. Bite marks dotted JC's shoulder, and Lance's back had a few
long scratch marks on it.
“You
asleep?” JC asked Lance drowsily.
“No,”
Lance said.
“Still
worried about AJ?”
“AJ
who?” Lance answered, laughing against JC's back.
“Can
I ask you something?”
“No,
I didn't know AJ was dealing drugs or having orgies. No, I didn't do drugs with
him.”
JC
smiled, glad that Lance could joke about the situation. “Why are you paying for
Justin's surgery?”
“I
like Justin.”
“Because
he reminds you of Will?”
“Yes.
Because he's a nice guy with a big heart. Because he's your good friend. For a
lot of reasons, but mainly because he just deserves it.”
JC
rolled around in Lance's arms. “Thank you,” he said softly, kissing Lance's
nose.