I'm finally on vacations! Yay! Maybe now I'll be able to sit my ass down and reply to the people who sent me feedback, right? sheepish grin
"Jayceeee, my man! How are you doing?" "Oh! Hey there, stranger, do I know you? I think I've seen that face before but I can't remember when or where..." JC trailed off with a thoughtful expression as he watched Justin roll his eyes. "Now I'm hurt." Justin sighed and then grinned, "Sorry, I know we haven't talked in a while. That's why I asked to be in this bus with you. I missed you." "Awwww, how cute!" JC joked but tried to will his heart to stop pounding as he swallowed the lump that settled in his throat. If only Justin knew how much his words were affecting him. "Yeah, yeah. What you up to?" "Trying unsuccessfully to write something useful." "Can I see it?" "No!" "But why?!" Justin pouted. Justin pouting was a very dangerous weapon. Mainly when JC was the target. "Because it's awful and stupid and I wouldn't show it even to my mother!" "Would you show it to Lance?" Justin smirked and JC couldn't for the life of him figure out why. Lance? What did any of this have to do with Lance? "Lance?" "Yes! Ya know, blonde spiked-up hair, green eyes, bass voice, sings in a boyband?" Justin kept smirking and JC rolled his eyes. "I know *who* Lance is, I just don't know why you'd ask me that." "You guys seem awfully close lately. Even Chris noticed it." "Probably because you mentioned something." JC pointed out. Chris wouldn't be able to notice an elephant in the room if it sat on his lap, mainly if Justin was in said room, unless someone pointed it out and then he would become obssessed with the idea and only notice the elephant. And Justin of course. "That's beside the point." Justin said, "The point here is that you and Mr. Bass have become quite close lately. Not to mention the day I walked into your room to find you sleeping all curled up around him in your bed. *And* he wouldn't let me wake you up." "Hm..." Right. That night. That tragic, tragic night when he had made a total fool out of himself in front of Lance and Lance had been all nice and sweet about it and even stayed to cuddle him. He didn't think he'd ever thank Lance enough for that. Justin had seen them? Apparently, yes, "I... he was just... we... he just helped me to bed because I was drunk and he had been out of his room when I came back from that club." "JC, you don't drink." Justin said in a plain voice. "Well, I did then!" "And he had to stay and cuddle you because...?" "Because... I... I was being the usual annoying and stupid drunken person and started clinging to him so he stayed." "And you remember all that?" "Yes, I mean, no, I mean... Point is, nothing happened!" "Wouldn't you like it to happen?" Justin grinned and JC wanted to slap that grin off. Or maybe kiss it off but he wasn't going there. "No, I mean... Jay, he's straight!" "Says who?" "Says the fact that he's only ever been with women!" JC said exasperatedly which got him a glare from Justin. "C, I've only ever dated women before I started dating Chris and that never made me straight." "That's not the point! Lance likes women. I'm not a woman. Therefore, Lance doesn't like me." "Of course he likes you." "Not like that!" "How do you know?" "I just do! And besides that, I'm not interested!" "No?" Justin raised his eyebrows questioningly, "You wouldn't like to kiss those pretty lips and touch that pale, pale skin while he moans and whispers 'Oh... Josh...' with that porn bass voice of his in your ear?" Justin grinned and nearly cracked up when he saw JC's jaw drop. "You... I'm gonna tell Chris you're imagining sex with Lance!" "Chris was the one who pointed it out." Justin shrugged. "Pointed what out?" "That Lance's voice was made for sex." "For some reason the words 'Lance' and 'sex' shouldn't be in the same sentence, man, it's wrong. Now I'm imagining it!" JC blushed and Justin chuckled, "And what kind of fucked up relationship you and Chris have that he points out to you that Lance's voice is made for sex?" "Hey, we're boyfriends but that doesn't make us any less human." Justin smirked and JC sighed. "I don't even want to try to understand the mechanics of this thing between you two." "Then don't." Justin laughed, "You gonna let me take a look at that thing?" He asked pointing to JC's lyrics book. "Nope," JC smiled, "But we could try something the two of us. Think you can do it without Wade?" JC smirked. "Oh! You so didn't go there!" Justin glared at JC who smirked and shot up from the couch they were sitting on before running away from Justin. JC couldn't remember the last time he and Justin had done this, running around chasing each other like two overgrown kids around the bus, and he found himself feeling all warm inside. He missed the time when they were younger and all that was needed to get them to laugh like that was chasing each other around the bus. Everything seemed much simpler then. Eventually they both got tired of it and sat down to try writing together. They hadn't done that in a while and it was amazing how the music seemed to just flow out of them and onto JC's lyrics book. JC, who hadn't been able to write something in a while, was so ecstatic that for a moment he even forgot how much in love with Justin he was. For that moment, Justin was back to being his best friend and bandmate rather than the man he had fallen head-over-heels in love with. "FOOD STOP!" Their bus driver's voice came loud from the front of the bus and they were both jolted back down to Earth. "Man, how much time has passed since we sat here?" Justin asked, trying to work the tense muscles on his neck. "I don't know. I'm starving though!" "And just where is my baby boy?" They heard before Chris bursted into the back of the bus, pulling Justin into his arms. "I'll kill you if you don't stop with the pet names!" Justin pinched Chris' side making Chris jump and laugh. "OK, sweet cheeks!" Chris grinned as he pecked Justin's lips, "You hungry?" "Starving! Let's go! C? You coming?" "Yeah. Go ahead, I'm right behind you." JC replied and tried not to watch the two of them walking off hand-in-hand, fighting the stinging sensation in his eyes. Later when they had already gotten to their destination and he was lying on his hotel bed, remembering it all, he couldn't really stop the tears, no matter how hard he fought them. TBC... Grrrr... How cheesy is that??? Pris