The Disclaimer: Again, this is fiction, I don't know them/own them/married to them/related to them/whatever....so don't bother to ask me. If you have feedback, cool! Email them here, at FireBreather@chickmail.com and I appreciate it very much!
Marie
P.S. thanks to those at the mprov channel at IRC for the words of encouragement! Thanks, girlies (and dudes!) :)
And now, Reveal, chapter two. (thoughts are indicated by the asterisk *)
JC
*What in the fuck is taking so long to get to some fucked-up hotel??????
I've never been so horny, well, forever. And Lance is looking oh-so-adorable over there....
Now I'm sounding like a fucking teenybopper!!! Get a grip, Chasez!!!*
"Uh, Josh? Why are you hitting yourself?" Lance asked, laughing.
"Nevermind, Lance....don't worry about it..."
"You sure? You've been acting weird lately, dude."
*What if he finds out that I like him? Like THAT? Oh, God...don't hyperventilate, JC...stay calm, be cool.
Act as if it was Justin driving...nonononoNO! He can't drive for shit....act as if Joey was driving...
Heh. That's a stretch. Think Joey driving, Joey driving...
Fuck...Lance is giving me that weird look again. I wonder if he's turned on by me.
Why did I think that???? *
"JC??? Earth to JC, come in JC...you read me? Over." Lance laughed.
"Huh??? Oh, sorry, man. What'd ya say?" Great...spacing out, Chasez...
"I said, and I quote, 'We're here, dude.' Did you get enough sleep today, Josh?"
"You know me, Lance. Sleeping is my hobby." *God, I sounded like a complete ass. Please, Lance...get me up there, and please God keep me strong... *
"C'mon, JC. Let's get you to your room."
Lance
*Why in Sam Hill was JC spacing out like that?
Come on, buddy. I think I know you better than that. Something's up with him and I want to know what.
So we're here. At the hotel. Alone with JC. This is definitely not good. Why did I agree to take him here?
Alone? Why didn't I take Chris or Justin with us?
Cause I saw Joey first...and I told him to tell Justin and Chris.
As I see it, I'm in deep shit.
Really deep.*
Narrator
So Lance finally gets JC into the hotel, unnoticed, and gets into the elevator. Lance pushed the 11th floor button and the elevator doors closed.
All of a sudden....
"Why did the lights go out? Why did we stop??" JC was practically screaming.
"I don't know, Josh, just calm down....wait a minute. You're not sick, are you?"
Lance turned to him, with a very angry look in his usually laughing eyes. "You faked it. Why?"
Lance
*I can't BELIEVE it! The fucker faked being sick! Of course I knew, but why? *
"Well, JC. Why did ya lie to me?"
"Would it help to say that I wanted to be alone with you?"
"You did?" *I softened up a bit, but I was still pretty angry that my own friend lied to me,
even though it was to get me alone. We are alone, stuck in an elevator...with JC...hmmmm.*
"You realise that you have to make it up to me." I saw JC smile through the darkness.
God, his smile is beautiful, just like the rest of him. He'd better make it up to me.
Narrator
Before either one knew, JC was leaning toward Lance, kissing him full on the mouth.
Before Lance knew it, JC's hands were all over him, touching every single part that was clothed....