Pairing: Joey and Lance
Words: luminous; shimmer; booty call; lupine
Chris had a good excuse for sticking his tongue in Lance's mouth. Really. When Lance called, he very clearly heard him say, "This is your morning booty call."
So it made perfect sense that, after getting up, showering, and brushing his teeth extra well, Chris went to Joey's room where they were meeting for breakfast, put his hands on Lance's shoulders, and kissed him.
He felt the use of tongue was obvious, rather than gratuitous, as Lance seemed to think when he pulled away, saying, "Chris, what the fuck?"
"You want me, Bass. Don't deny it."
"I... what? Chris."
Chris put his hands back on Lance's shoulders, but Lance was resisting his charms, pulling away and making a face. "You called me this morning."
Lance glared at him. "Yeah. Like I did everyone. For the morning wake-up call. I didn't tell you to try to jump my bones. Believe me, I would've remembered saying that."
Chris knew Lance's looks, and that as a fairly convincing facsimile of pissed off. "You didn't say that it was my morning booty call?"
"No. I didn't." Icy tones coming from Lance now, and Chris deflated. Lance meant every word.
"Oh."
Joey stepped in now that the confrontation seemed to be over. Justin was ignoring them, attention firmly fixed on his cereal bowl. "You need to get your hearing checked, old man?"
"Shut up, Fatone."
"'Cause, you know, that's a sign of old age."
Chris threw himself into a chair, sulking. Lance was ignoring him now, and that just wasn't right. It wasn't like Chris thought his eyes were luminous and shimmered in the moonlight or anything sappy like that, but he hadn't been disappointed to hear the words 'booty call' coming out of Lance's mouth. Pretty fucking elated, actually. And now Lance thought he was a psycho stalker, which, okay, so he sort of was, at least the psycho part, and yeah, he could get into stalking Lance, but it also killed any chance he had of getting any of the Bass ass, and that sucked. A lot. And not in the good way.
"...that's ridiculous," Joey said, "I thought you knew me and Lance are fucking."
Chris shot upright. "Since when are you and Lance fucking? How the hell did you keep that a secret? That's not fair. You gotta tell us things like that, so we can sell you out behind your backs to MTV and TRL. Fuckers."
Both Joey and Lance were staring at him now, and Justin had even come out of his breakfast coma a little to look at him oddly. "Chris," Joey said slowly. "We're not having sex. I said, 'that's as ridiculous as the thought of me and Lance fucking'."
"You did?" Chris asked. Hearing that made him a bit happier. Not that Joey was the big bad wolf exactly, but he had his lupine qualities, plus he shared a bus with Lance and was Lance's best friend besides -- if he wanted Lance, Chris didn't stand a chance. On the other hand, if he didn't -- okay, Chris probably still didn't have a chance, since Lance was shaking his head and looking sad.
Lance pulled out his Palm Pilot. "I'm going to make some time in the schedule for you to see the tour doctor, Chris. You need your hearing checked. And maybe we should get somebody to see about better ear wear, because it's gotta be the noise levels that are causing the problem."
Their concerts were loud, what with the music and the screaming of thousands of pre-teen girls, but Chris didn't think it was what he was hearing that was the problem so much as what he wasn't hearing. Lance didn't want him.
But then, Lance didn't seem to want Joey either. Chris could work with that.
Joey scrubbed his knuckles over Chris' head. "You gotta take better care of yourself, old man. I don't know what we'd do without you."
"Eh, what's that?" Chris mugged. "Speak up. I can't hear you."
Joey arched his eyebrows. "Maybe we should get Lance to blow in your ear. Bet you could hear that."
Fucker. Bastard knew exactly what was going on. Still, he was right. Chris flung himself around the table and into Lance's lap. "Blow in my ear, Bass. Kiss it and make it all better."
Lance arched his eyebrows and leaned in close, whispering into Chris' ear. "You know, Chris, if you wanted me to kiss you, you could have just told me."
Chris pulled back and looked at Lance suspiciously. Lance just smiled coolly at him. He wanted to believe him, but the way the morning had been going, he wasn't going to believe anything he heard. "Really?"
"Yep." Lance had grabbed onto Chris' waist to keep him balanced, and his hands rubbed the small of Chris' back. "Are you telling me?"
Chris glanced at Joey and Justin, who were watching them with avid curiosity; JC was curled up on the bed, squeezing the last few minutes of sleep out of the schedule, oblivious to the situation. He was about to humiliate himself; he knew it. And he didn't deal with humiliation well. So instead of telling Lance that, he threw his arms around Lance's neck and announced dramatically, "Bass, you big stud. Kiss me now, or lose me forever."
Predictably, Lance stood up, dumping him on the floor. Predictability was good; Chris could handle predictability. "I couldn't lose you if I tried. And believe me, I've tried. You've got fifteen minutes, then we've got to leave for the radio station."
Lance left. Chris picked himself up, unhumiliated, but with the status quo -- and his ego -- still intact. Justin followed Lance out, and Chris made to do so as well, when Joey captured him by his collar.
"You know, Kirkpatrick," Joey said gently, because Joey was a big guy and didn't really need force to get his points across the way Chris did, "you're an idiot. Being serious for one minute wouldn't have killed you, and it might have gotten you something worth wanting. You know that?"
"Huh, Joey? What?"
Joey shook his head. "Never mind. Go get ready. Long day ahead. But then, aren't they all? I gotta get JC up."
Chris left. He couldn't have heard Joey correctly. Because it sounded like he'd said that Lance wanted Chris, and that couldn't be true. Because he would have known. Because Lance would have reacted when Chris frenched him. Because serious, sober, sane individuals like Lance didn't want freaked out, neurotic weirdos like Chris.
But just in case..
He knocked on Lance's door, and when Lance answered it, asked, "So, um, Lance, Joey said something, and I was wondering if you could tell me if I'm hearing things."
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