Title: Best Laid Plans Feedback: lilli_luthor1961@yahoo.com Warning: RPS Pairing: Lance Bass and an original character JD Disclaimer:This story is purely ficticious. None of the events in this story actually occured. I do not know Lance Bass nor do I have knowledge as to his sexual orientation.
The unexpected snowstorm came down heavily, like white sheets falling from the sky. JD drove cautiously, grateful he was near his destination. He had decided to treat himself for his birthday and go skiing in Vermont. He had a thriving business as a financial and estate planner, and needed the down time before returning to his busy schedule and last minute preparations for his sister's wedding. The drive had been exhausting and treacherous as a heavy snow fell heavier, causing almost whiteout conditions. When he saw the sign indicating the Maple Leaf lodges registration area, he let out a sigh of relief, until he saw the number of cars parked haphazardly outside the main building of the resort.
He quickly made his way to the registration office and was dismayed to see the mayhem that ensued at the front desk. He took his place on line behind a well built blonde. He had a reservation, so he was not worried.
"What a mess.", the young man in front of him whispered, turning to face JD.
JD's eyes widened with surprise when he realized he was looking into the clear emerald eyes of Lance Bass. Lance smiled, realizing the slightly older man recognized him. He extended his hand to the speechless man.
"I'm Lance. Lance Bass."
JD found his voice and squeaked out, "JD", and shook the hand offered to him.
"JD, do you have a reservation."
JD nodded, still holding on to the warm hand.
"I don't. And it seems like rooms are going fast."
JD nodded again, cursing his vocal chords for not cooperating with him.
"Listen, I know this may sound presumptuous, but it looks like they are running out of cabins, and the weather is getting really rough out there. Could I ...could we bunk together until the storm blows over?" Lance offered a sheepish smile. "If it's not too much of an inconvenience
'Speak', JD screamed internally. "Not at all. I rented a family cabin for the extra space. So there's plenty of room", JD replied. He looked down and realized he was still holding Lance's hand, and felt his face flush. "You probably want this back", he offered, releasing the singer's hand.
Lance smiled at him, and for moment, he saw something flash in those amazing eyes. He shook that thought out of his head. The vacation was also to be a trip of self discovery, but JD didn't want to jump the gun by reading things that may or may not be there.
"Next on line with a reservation", the harried registration clerk shouted over the crowd. JD stepped up and signed in. After securing his key, he heard the clerk yell out that there were no more vacancies.
"Shall we?" JD offered, feeling a little of his confidence returning.
"After you", Lance beamed, grabbing his bags and following JD in his car. "I'll follow you in my car. Thanks again for doing this."
"Not a problem", JD answered.
The two men followed the winding path past clusters of cabins, until they reached the secluded cabin near the very end of the trail. Both men parked and grabbed their bags. JD struggled with the key, while Lance returned to his car to retrieve two boxes from the back of his car. When he returned, JD had the door open and was quickly tossing the bags inside. Lance carried the two flat square boxes carefully inside. JD caught the scent and smiled.
"Pizza?"
"Um Hmm and beer. I made a stop before turning into the lodge. We won't starve to death if the weather gets worst."
With that he smiled and disappeared out the door again. JD did an inward dance for joy. Stuck in a secluded cabin with his favorite singer and pizza and beer to boot. 'Life is good.' He smiled at that thought.
"Penny for your thoughts'"
The voice startled him and once again he found himself blushing. "Just glad to be out of the storm", JD answered, feeling like a total dork.
The men settled into the cabin and took a look around. It was roomy with a separate dinning room, Kitchen and living room area complete with fireplace and large screen television. The went down the short corridor where two doors stood opposite each other.
"I'll take which ever bedroom is the smallest", Lance offered.
"Deal", JD replied, swinging open the door on the right hand side.
To both of their surprise, the door led to an enormous bathroom with sunken tub and shower. A tiled wall divided the commode from the shower and another wall separated the basin from the rest of the bath.
"Maybe there two beds in the other room", JD said hopefully.
Lance threw open the other door to find a king size bed staring back at him. JD peeked over the singers shoulder.
"Or maybe not."
Both men laughed, JD a bit nervously and returned to the living room.
"The couch looks comfy enough", Lance assured. "I'll be fine. It's just until the storm is over. Let's put our things away and eat."
JD agreed, adding that after they could watch the weather channel for news of the storm. JD had also purchased some provisions for his trip, since he knew there was a working kitchen included. He brought along A case of bottled water, frozen pancakes and sausage and dry cereal. He stopped along the way to buy a container of milk and a few frozen entrees. The two men put away the food and Lance carried the bags into the bedroom and placed them in the walk in closet. JD placed two slices of pizza each on paper plates and took out a can of beer for each of them. He was about to call the blonde singer when a knock on the door interrupted him.
There at the door stood a slim redheaded boy who looked to be no older than nineteen. His four wheel drive truck was parked outside and he stood holding a box awkwardly in his arms.
"Can I help you?" JD asked.
"Hi, I'm from the front office and I'm dropping off a few supplies for our guests. The weather is getting worst and it looks like we all might be stuck here for a while. If you need anything else just dial zero and we'll try to get back up here to you."
"Thanks", JD said, taking the large box from the teen.
He kicked the door closed and turned to put the unwieldy box down. He almost let out a yell when he realized Lance had been standing behind him.
"I'll take that", Lance said, handling the box with ease.
"They think we'll be stuck here a while", JD informed his guest.
"And so they sent a care package", Lance beamed, opening the box and looking much like a child on Christmas morning.
"What do we have", JD said, looking over the blonde's shoulder.
"Crackers, microwave popcorn, packets of hot chocolate, bottled water and two cans of tuna and condiments."
"Sounds yummy", JD joked.
"I'm glad I bought pizza", Lance laughed. "Speaking of which..."
"Oh yeah. I forgot. Dinner is served." JD made a sweeping gesture with his arms pointing Lance in the direction of the table.
"My compliments to the chef", Lance mumbled after taking a bite out of the pizza.
The two men talked about their friends and family over the meal and then called their families to apprize them of the situation. They moved to the living room and flicked on the tv after a play battle for the remote, that left both men flushed. JD grabbed a throw pillow and placed it in his lap to hide the tightening in his jeans. Lance did the same.
They listened intently as the weatherman spoke of white out conditions. Lance went out to his car to grab a flashlight out of his trunk, while JD plugged in both their cell phones and cleared the dinner plates. He made a mental note of how much food they had. He was beginning to worry.
When Lance returned he saw how worried his roommate looked as he closed the door behind him.
"Hey, you know what always helps me to relax?" He said with a mischievous smile.
"What?" JD asked, still concentrating on their food supply.
"A nice hot shower and a massage", Lance said, placing his hand on JD's shoulder.
"Would you like some popcorn?" JD asked nervously.