Pairing: Justin and AJ
Words: detonate; vermilion; confiscate; fuck
Justin stormed back into the house, pausing for a second when he hit the french doors from the back yard to rearrange his expression into something a little less threatening.
"I didn't hear any explosions," AJ said, handing him a glass.
Justin eyed it dubiously. The chances of there being alcohol in something AJ gave him were about the same as Lance going down on Britney.
"Suit yourself. Thought you might like something to cool you down."
There were ice cubes in whatever-it-was. Justin shrugged, took it and drank it. Ice water. "There's not enough water in it to cool me down. Not after those morons tried to detonate a stick of dynamite in the bushes."
"Real dynamite?"
"According to Lance, yeah." Lance was the detail man. Justin had been occupied with sitting on Chris at the time. He didn't trust the glint in AJ's eyes. "It's been confiscated, and no, I'm not going to tell you where it is."
AJ gave him an innocent look. "I wasn't going to ask."
"Lance won't tell you either." AJ looked past him. Justin turned his head and saw Lance leading Joey by the ear, still lecturing him.
AJ clapped him on the shoulder. "Great party, Timberlake." He brushed by him, and went outside.
Justin grinned. No problem there. Lance was the responsible one. He wouldn't let anything happen.
He watched AJ intercept Lance and Joey. Lance let go of Joey and turned to AJ. Joey disappeared back behind him -- why was Lance letting him go? He knew the kind of Chris and Joey could get up to. And Lance was smiling at AJ. A pleased little half-grin.
Wait a minute. Hadn't Lance always wanted to fuck AJ?
Justin closed the door firmly, and leaned against it to keep anyone else from going outside. Sometimes, things were just inevitable. There was no use fighting it. It was like the time JC had decided that vermilion was the new 'in' color and had to have everything that color, despite the fact that anyone with any sense would have realized that 'vermilion' was just a fancy name for red, and red clashed with JC's predominant wardrobe color, namely pink. No, some things just had to be allowed to work themselves out.
Besides, he was pretty sure Lance knew where the fire extinguisher was.
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