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Tiernan breathed a heavy sigh of relief upon finally reaching Lance's room. The boy was a lot heavier than he looked, and with his legs around Tiernan's waist, and arms draped around his neck, he was not doing anything to help. Tiernan tried to be careful with his burden, but while trying to slide the key card through the lock he almost dropped him. Fumbling through the door he tried to keep his mind on getting his friend to the bed. Lance's limbs were setting Tiernan's body on fire. The boy was clinging to him and nuzzling against his neck murmuring softly. Tiernan wanted him so bad, wanted to hold him and to love him, but he was not going to take advantage of him tonight. When or if it happened, Tiernan wanted it to be real, not a stolen night of passion.
He carefully lowered Lance to the bed, trying not to wake him, but when he tried to pull him self up, he found that Lance was not letting go. He looked down into Lances deep green eyes.
"Hey there handsome, get enough beauty sleep?" Tiernan asked teasingly.
Tiernan waited for Lance to say something, but he didn't. He reached up and ran his hand over Tiernan's chest. He could feel the heat of Lance's skin through the fishnet shirt he was wearing. His skin burned as the boy underneath him caressed his chest. He tried to pull back, but Lance still had his legs around his waist.
"Lance you don't want this." Tiernan said softly, trying to mask how much he himself did.
"Yes I do..." came Lance's almost slurred reply.
Tiernan tried to pull away again, but Lance's legs were holding him like a vice. He put his hands on the bed, trying to keep his balance without putting his weight on Lance. He felt Lance's hands trail down his chest and over his stomach and grip the waistband of his black cargos, trying to undo the button. The closer Lance got, the more Tiernan's brain became clouded by his growing lust. He knew he had to do something or...
"Lance stop it! I don't want to do this, not now!" Tiernan's voice was thick with all of his pent up emotion.
"I'm.... I'm so sorry Tiernan."
Tiernan looked down into Lance's eyes, and saw the moisture of held back tears. He felt Lance release his pants, and unclamp his legs from his waist. Tiernan stood up and stepped back from the bed. He watched in silence as Lance rolled over onto his stomach, and heard him start to cry. He walked over and sat down on the bed next to him, putting his hand on his back and making small comforting circles.
"Ssshhh, Its okay Lance, I'm not mad, I just didn't want to take advantage of you." He whispered, he couldn't stand to see Lance cry; it was tearing him apart inside.
"I'm so sorry..."
"It's okay"
Tiernan just sat next to Lance, whispering comforting words, gently rubbing his back and trying to get the boy to stop crying. He wasn't sure how long it took, but eventually the sobbing stopped, and Lance's breath became regular and steady. Quietly he stood up and went over to Lance's laptop. He opened it and typed a quick note on the word pad. Then he slowly exited the room, keeping his eyes on the sleeping form on the bed.
Lance awoke to the screeching of some monstrous creature, he pulled his pillow over his head and struck out with his arm against the wretched sound. His hand connected with whatever it was and he heard it hit the floor. `Good' he thought as the room was sheathed once more in silence. Now he could just lie down and...suddenly his stomach flipped and he scrambled from the bed and into the bathroom. He spent a few minutes retching as his body emptied itself of things he didn't even know were in him. Slowly he clambered to his feet, and was rewarded with a splitting pain in his head, like thousands of tiny needles boring into his skull.
He stumbled miserably back into his room, and suddenly became aware of a great many things that were odd. First off, the phone was lying on the floor, looking for the entire world as though someone had flung the thing from the bed stand. Second, his laptop was open. Third, he was still wearing the clothes he had on when he went out the night before. Fourth, his hand hurt like he had punched a wall, and finally he was recalling the oddest dream. Tiernan had carried him home, and they had lain together on the bed, and Lance had wanted him so bad, but Tiernan had said.... what had Tiernan said?
Suddenly everything straightened itself out, and Lance wanted to cry. Or rather start crying again. Tiernan probably never wanted to see him again. He picked up the phone, replaced it on the stand, and laid back down on the bed. His thoughts were a mix of confusion and pain. How could he have let himself get so wasted? He had ruined everything.
Right when tears started to flow down his face he heard a banging on the door. He wiped at his face with his sleeve, and tried to compose himself. He opened the door to see Josh's concerned face.
"Hey Scoop, are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine Josh. Why?"
"Cause you look like someone dragged you through hell after beating you to death." Josh smiled to take the sting out of his words, but the smile didn't really touch his eyes. They were filled with concern.
"Thanks a lot man." Lance replied, laughing a bit.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure"
JC walked in, and seeing the open laptop walked over to it. "Already hard at work I see. What are you worki...? Oh." JC laughed to himself. "So when were you going to tell the rest of us? Ten minutes till 8 o'clock?"
"What are you talking about, I haven't been working..."
Lance walked over to his laptop, and slid it to where he could see what was written...
HEY LANCE, SORRY ABOUT LAST NIGHT. HOPE YOU WON'T HOLD IT AGAINST ME. I WAS HOPING YOU AND THE GUYS WOULD COME TO A PARTY THAT THE WB IS HOSTING TONIGHT AT 8:00PM. IT IS A BLACK TIE THING SO YOU GUYS WILL HAVE TO FIND TUXES ON SHORT NOTICE. DON'T WORRY ABOUT INVITATIONS, I CALLED YOUR FRIEND BEVERLEY MITCHELL FROM 7TH HEAVEN, AND SHE SAID BETWEEN THE TWO OF US WE COULD GET YOU ALL IN. SHE SAID SHE WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN >;-)
PLEASE COME TIERNAN
He stared in shock at his computer. Tiernan wasn't mad? He wanted to see him again? He looked over to Josh who was looking at him with a weird face.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"What was he talking about: `sorry about last night'?"
"Oh, um.... he brought me back to the room after I had gotten totally smashed, and I wanted him to.... err...." Lance felt heat rushing toward his face; he knew he was blushing heavily.
"It's cool, you don't have to explain it to me." JC said as he raised his hands in the air.
Lance looked at his friend, there had been something in the way JC had said that. If only Lance's head wasn't still partially clouded, he could have figured out what it was. He let it slide off his mind; he obviously wasn't going to figure it out in this state.
"Hey Josh, I'm going to jump in the shower. Are the guys meeting down in the lobby to go for breakfast?"
"Yeah, I came up since you didn't say anything when you answered your phone, and Justin said he heard a crash of some sort."
"Oh sorry about that. Hey can you ask the guys if they want to go to that party tonight since we are free?"
"Yeah I can, I'll also call someone about tuxes and stuff."
"Thanks Josh I appreciate it."
"No problem Scoop. We'll be waiting for you downstairs."
After JC vacated his room, Lance walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. `Well, Josh wasn't lying when he said I looked terrible'. He started the shower, and stripped off his clothes. He let the steamy water cascade into him, loosening his cramped muscles. His thoughts wandered, what had been in Josh's tone earlier? Why had Justin taken all of Tiernan's time at the club? He let these thoughts rattle around, unable to grasp their answers, but glad that his head was starting to stop hurting if not clear. He was glad to take anything he could get at this point.
Tiernan looked at himself in the mirror. He thought he looked handsome, maybe even sexy. His tuxedo perfectly accentuated his body, and he loved the colors. Solid white, with a black vest, the Mandarin style of coat caused it to flare out a bit when he walked. He buttoned only the top button to achieve the flowing style. His black shoes had thick soles, adding almost an inch to his height. He smiled to himself, hoping Lance would dance with him. If that cute guy didn't find him attractive in this, he was straight.
JC stared into the mirror, studying his own reflection. He had finished getting dressed for the party, his traditional black and white tuxedo looked nice, but something was eating at him. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He had been angry all day, snapping at everyone. He couldn't concentrate on anything. He was really confused. Why did it matter if Tiernan had stayed in Lance's hotel room? Obviously they had had sex, what else would Tiernan hope Lance wouldn't "hold against him". It didn't matter to him whether or not Lance was gay or bisexual; it wasn't any of his business. What Lance and Tiernan did wasn't any of his business; even if they did end up sleeping together the first night they knew each other. But for some reason, whenever he saw Lance and Tiernan look at each other he felt a hollow pain in his stomach, kind of like he was going to throw up. Something tugged at the edge of his thoughts, something small and barely there....
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK
"Hey Josh, the limo is leaving so get your butt out here." Justin's voice yelled from the other side of the door.
JC pushed all his thoughts back into the recesses of his mind, hoping he could sort it all out soon, before he drove himself crazy.
Lance tried to keep his frustration down as he once again tried to tie the bow on his tuxedo. Normally this wouldn't be a trial, but he wanted to make sure he looked perfect. He hoped that Tiernan would find him attractive tonight. He was wearing a black tuxedo, with a deep blue shirt and a black vest. They were a very fine cut, and Lance felt comfortable in them, unlike many tuxes he had worn in the past. Deciding he was as good looking as he could be, he left to meet the guys downstairs. Joey and Chris greeted him enthusiastically.
"Hey Scoop, you are looking sharp."
"Thanks Joey, you are looking good yourself. You too Chris."
Lance was about to inquire about Justin and JC when they suddenly appeared. JC looked a little on edge.
"Hey Josh, are you okay man?"
"I'm fine James, you look nice tonight...."
"Thanks Josh, I appreciate you taking the time to get us all tuxes."
"No problem, we better get going or we are going to be late."
With that, JC headed out the door. Lance gave the other guys a questioning look. Justin shrugged.
"He has been a little snippy all day. You'd think he had gotten dumped or something."
Dumped? Lance had no idea what Justin was talking about, be he decided to let it go for now. He hoped JC would tell him what was wrong soon; he hated to see his friend upset, especially when he didn't know what to do to help. He followed the other guys out and got in the limo. He hoped the ride to the hall would ease some of the tension.
Tiernan was waiting patiently, listening to music, when Alex called.
"Hey Tiernan, I'm in the limo in front of the building, just come on out and we can go."
"Alright Alex, thanks again for the tux, I love it. I'll be down in a minute."
He grabbed his cell phone and wallet, and headed out the door. He quickly went down the elevator and out the front of the lobby. He shook his head when he saw the massive limousine. He still hadn't quite gotten used to all of this upcoming star stuff.
The ride to the reception hall was filled with silence, and decidedly quick. Tiernan stepped out of the limo when the driver opened the door. He stood there for a second, the photographers snapping picture after picture. He started to lose himself in the rush, when he felt an arm loop through his own. He looked over to see the beautiful star of his show, Katie Holmes, resplendent in a flowing silver gown. Her hair was raised up in an elaborate mass of curls and braids. With silver chains adorned with many small ornaments threaded through her hair. He looked at the multitude of stars, roses, dolphins, and fish, amazed that she could have such an intricate thing done.
"Hello Tiernan."
"Katie, you look stunning. As always."
"You are to kind. You are looking very handsome yourself."
Arm in arm they walked into the hall, with cameras flashing all around. They made rounds together, talking with other actors and some of the WB administration. But Katie couldn't help but notice Tiernan's distraction.
"Are you waiting for someone?"
"What.... oh um, yeah I am."
"And who would you be waiting for?"
"Well, uh.... Beverley and I invited the guys from NSYNC. I met them at the photo shoot we had the other day for Teen People."
"Oh really! I would love to meet them! Could you introduce me to them? Please!"
Tiernan couldn't help but laugh a little at the tone of her voice. You'd think she herself was not a really big star, with tons of screaming fans waiting to get HER autograph.
"I'll see what I can do okay?"
"Thanks Tiernan, you are such a sweetheart.... Will you dance with me while we have time away from everyone?"
"Sure...."
Katie led him out into the middle of the dance floor, then turned and wrapped her hands around his neck. They started to dance slowly, getting lost in the rhythm. Tiernan's mind wasn't really on the dance though. He kept wondering whether or not the guys, and more importantly, Lance, were going to show up.
Lance looked out the limousine window, glad that they were pulling up to the hall finally. The trip had been, unpleasant, to say the least. Not that anyone said anything cross to anyone else; it was just that nothing was said at all. Chris and Joey were joking around as usual, talking about which of their favorite WB stars were going to be there, Chris going so far as to say that he was going to ask Alyson Hannigan to dance, but a tension hung in the air, like in the lobby of the hotel. JC was unusually quiet. Lance had tried to talk with him, but he had been pushed away.
As soon as the limo came to a stop, and the driver opened the door, Chris and Joey scrambled out and headed into the party. Justin followed, only a little less enthusiastically, leaving Lance and JC in the limo.
"Hey Josh, I'm going to see if I can find Tiernan, you want to come?"
"No I think I'm going to go in and get something to drink, then mingle or whatever."
Before Lance could even suggest that he go with his friend, JC was out of the limo and heading inside. He didn't even hesitate a little to allow for pictures he just walked in. Lance stared after him in bewilderment, then pulled himself out of the limo. Before heading in he took a deep breath, and hoped that the feeling of a storm brewing was all in his imagination.
------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks everyone who has supported me so far in my writings, Ben, Kenitra, Ryan and everyone from Nifty. Please let me know what you think of the latest instalment of LMA. uninspired_teen@hotmail.com Look for Chap 5 soon.