Mistaken Dreams
Author: Angel
Email: NikkaWhat@Hotmail.com
Pairing: Lance & JC (of course!)
Disclaimer: Umm duh, of course I don't know (or own, too bad though) N'sync, if I did I'd be out with them, trying to make sure they fall in love with me, (or at least desire me) not sitting here! So no I'm not implying anything and no I don't know anything either.
Author's Note: Ok everybody, I have writers block on what I'm actually supposed to be writing, nothing else to do, and this story has been knocking around in my head for a while and making me dream about it and generally just annoying me so I decided if I'm gonna waste time it might as well be on something productive. And no, this isn't some sick rape/stalker story, I know the first line sounds weird but it's just a dream so everybody can calm down now. Oh and just so you all know words that are in the single quotations and italics `like this' are thoughts.
Prologue
Mistaken Dreams: Lance n' JC.....
"No, No, Please No, God, Please! NO! Don't, Please, don't......."
It was maybe a minute and a half later when he heard himself moan in pleasure and felt strong arms shaking him, it seemed far off but so....so real. But wait! He didn't want to leave yet; he wasn't ready to leave, not when it had just now gotten good, finally gotten right....
One more sharp shake and he came awake, cutting off the thoughts he'd been having in the pleasant aftermath of his dream. He felt the strong arms again too, around him, holding him firmly, and yet....yet gently too.
"Lance, Lance, please wake up, look at me Lance, open your eyes!" And so he did, only to find deep brown eyes staring with concern into his own.
"JC, what's wrong?" As soon as the words were out of Lance's mouth JC looked down at the younger man with a quizzically raised eyebrow.
"Nothing's wrong with me Lance, but I might ask you the same question." JC spoke softly, so as not to disturb the sleeping figure of Chris in the bed on the other side of the room. Lance just looked at him, confused as to his meaning.
"Whaddya mean?" He asked, flashing JC a wary, nervous smile.
"Lance, I came in here to...umm...get something....and you were saying NO and practically begging someone not to do something, all the while making the most pathetic little whimpering sounds I have ever heard and then you started moaning and kicking so hard you almost fell out of the bed! What was going on in that dream of yours, my little Lancey poo?" He asked, a small smile on his lips but concern marring his perfect voice.
Usually it would have melted Lance's heart and made him turn a thousand shades of red to hear JC call him so familiar and affectionate a name, but the other words that came tumbling out of JC's mouth made his heart freeze and the blood drain from his face.
He buried his head in the crook between JC's neck and shoulder and felt the tears start to run from his eyes.
"JC, please, please don't hate me, please don't leave, I didn't mean it, I never meant it, I swear!" Lance cried, beginning to hyperventilate.
Now it was JC's turn to be baffled. He had no idea what Lance was going on about, he was just glad Lance wasn't awake enough yet to question why JC had actually been in the hotel room Chris and Lance we're sharing.
`But why would he think I would leave?' JC wondered. However, he knew he wouldn't get any answers out of the sobbing blonde youth in his arms until the torrent of tears had run their course, so he just held Lance close to his chest and rocked him back and forth, murmuring sweet little nothings into his ear, nice, soothing sounds....
`Just the same as any good friend would do for another,' he reassured himself.
`He's not pulling away, he's just holding me, stroking me, comforting me, I wonder why? Maybe, maybe he doesn't hate me after all?' Lance thought, hopeful.
`I'll talk to him after he's done crying,' JC decided, `we'll sort all this out then.'
But no sooner had the thoughts formed is his mind than he felt Lance's breathing soften and change, falling into a different, calmer rhythm, and he knew his friend had fallen asleep.
`Oh, well, in the morning then' he thought and started to get up off the bed. But then he realized: He had the perfect excuse to stay here! And not to just sit and watch his angel sleep as he'd been doing before but to actually cuddle up to him and spend the whole night with his very own arms wrapped around the blonde's smaller body, Lance's head resting lightly upon his chest..........The thought was just too much for him to resist so he laid back down and drew Lance into his arms, pressing their bodies tightly together, eliciting a small whimper of pleasure from Lance in his sound sleep.
JC decided he didn't care how guilty he'd feel tomorrow, to spend this one night with the warm body of his secret, personal angel wrapped up in his arms would be worth it, worth all the guilt in the world and then some.
`Lance will never have to know' he thought to himself, and then smiled and drifted off to sleep with thoughts of secret love on his mind, never knowing those same emotions were making their way through the head of the blonde snuggled up to his chest, the blonde whose lips were resting just inches beneath his own.
Ok all of you out there, what did you think? Should I continue? And yes, there is a logical reason why poor Lance freaked out on JC but if you want to find out what it is then email me quick! If enough of you express interest (don't worry, it won't take many to be enough) then I'll send in Chapter 1 (that'd be the right chapter # because this is just the prologue, it took me a while to figure that out!) in the next day or so. You can email me at NikkaWhat@Hotmail.com. Thanx Everybody! -Angel