Date: Sun, 05 Jan 2003 03:53:53 +0000
From: Pris G <luv_hugs_chocolate@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fool - Part 9/14

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Title: Fool.
Author: Pris G.
Pairing: Bassez.
Part: 9.
Feedback: I love it. And thanks for the feedback I've been getting :D
Rating: The whole thing ranges from PG-13 to NC-17.
Disclaimer: I don't know them. This is fiction. Don't sue me, I'm broke.
Last note: Hope you enjoy it :)
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Fool
Part 9
By Pris G
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End of tour meant party in Joey's and Chris' vocabulary so they had to
party. The club they went to was the best one in the area and the party
would have been wonderful if not for the fact that he had to watch Justin
and Chris coming as close to having sex on the dance floor as they could
without actually doing it. It would be even funny to watch them trying to
disguise their attraction to each other by dancing with everyone around them
if it didn't make JC's heart break into a hundred tiny little pieces to see
the sparks flying between them.

Noticing the kicked-puppy look on JC's face, Lance decided to be brave and
ask him to dance. Of course it wasn't that easy and he didn't remember the
last time he was this nervous asking somebody to dance but he would be a
dead man before he allowed JC to spend the whole party feeling sorry for
himself. Maybe it was because he had had this huge crush on JC for the last
4 years, give or take?

"C?"

"Huh?" JC mumbled without taking his eyes off the dance floor, more exactly
off Justin.

"Hey..." Lance grinned when JC jumped after he snapped his fingers in front
of his face, "Wanna dance with me?"

"Wha-? Dance with you?"

"Yeah. C'mon..."

"Lance, we can't."

"Why not?" Lance shrugged.

"People will talk that's why!"

"Newsflash, Josh, they already do. They do it whether we give them a reason
to or not. We might as well give them a reason to do it," Lance smirked,
"We're apparently the flaming ones in this group, Josh, let's take advantage
of the fame, man!" Lance grinned when JC barked out a laugh and took JC's
hand, pulling him up and leading him toward the dance floor.

The song playing was a let's-get-down-and-dirty-babe kinda one and in the
beginning it was totally weird to be grinding against Lance but then JC felt
himself let go and he didn't remember having that much fun in a while. Once
or twice he looked over and caught Justin smirking at him and then his
conversation with Justin from a few days before came to his mind. And then,
Justin's smirk be damned, everything he could notice was how close Lance's
body was, how warm he felt. How come Lance's eyes had never looked that
green? Or his lips that red? And JC wouldn't even go as far as noticing how
much Lance's body had improved since he had last checked. Not that he had
checked, mind you. Not at all. Not noticing now either. And if he kept
not-noticing it he'd get hard, Lance would notice it and he'd be ready to
kill himself, so he tried his best to keep his mind off of how *good*
Lance's arms looked.

As much as he tried though JC couldn't keep his mind off of Lance the whole
night and that was just the weirdest thing because he had been so used to
only thinking about Justin for so long that it felt weird to be turned on by
someone else. OK, so, sure, he got turned on here and there but only Justin
had been able to cloud his thoughts like Lance was doing. Lance's laugh
seemed to sound raspier, his voice a note lower, his eyes a tone greener,
his skin flushed and sweaty from dancing and just where the hell did these
thoughts keep coming from?

***

When the two of them got tired of dancing and yelling over the music they
decided to go back to the hotel. The other three guys and Kelly seemed happy
to stay there but they were tired and the music was just too loud to talk.
Back at the hotel, Lance asked if JC wanted to go to his room because he was
tired but he was far from being sleepy, feeling too wired to actually turn
himself off. JC's night had been great until then and he didn't really want
it to end so he agreed.

He didn't remember talking to Lance for that long in a long time. Ever since
the lawsuit actually when JC couldn't exactly understand the details of the
whole thing so he'd go to Lance, who seemed to know every little thing those
monkeys in suit said, for help. And those talks usually led to personal
stuff and they'd stay the whole night awake on the balcony, just talking and
gazing at whatever city they were at the time. Coming to think of it, it
sounded really unfair that he seemed to get closer to Lance only when things
got rough in his life and he needed someone to help him out. He promised
himself that it wouldn't be like that anymore. Because that night, as they
once again were on the balcony talking, picking out people and imagining
what their lives were like, he realized that he really enjoyed Lance's
company, that Lance was probably the warmest and most caring person he knew.
JC even felt a little proud of himself for that, for being one of the people
who helped Lance turn from that overly shy boy from Mississippi to this
strong and caring man who had one of the biggest hearts out of the people JC
knew, and JC realized right there, gazing into Lance's open and trusting
eyes, that he would be very happy if he found out that Lance played for his
team. But that was out of question, right? Because, of course, any man he
put his eyes on was either straight, taken or cruel, or a combination of
those. It was sad, really.

They ended up talking all through the night and JC remembered laying his
head on Lance's shoulder and thanking Lance one more time right before sleep
overtook him, feeling Lance's lips leave a kiss on his head and Lance's arms
going around him.

TBC...

OK, even I have to admit I thought this chapter was pretty cute... could be
only me but let me know if it's not! lol