by kyle
"Oh shit...I'm sorry Lance."
The door closed before Lance had a chance to gather his thoughts and throw the blanket over himself. He was still breathing hard as he leaned back."
"Damn." He said as he grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself up. Standing up buttoning his pants, he prepared himself for the hell waiting on the other side of the door. He bunched up the tissues and opened the door that he thought he had locked when he headed to the back of the bus to watch tv. As he passed his bunk, he grabbed a plastic bag out of the corner and put the now damp tissues into it. He shoved the bag to the side of his bunk and then stepped into the bathroom. As he closed the door, he could hear a few snickers coming from the front of the bus. Plus a comment about him really needing to wash his hands.
"Fuckin' Justin anyways" he whispered as he stood there trying to keep himself steady in the moving bus. It didn't help. He had not recovered yet from his little session and the stream that was suppose to go into the toilet, shot out at an odd angle, hitting the wall and the roll of toilet paper.
"Can this shitty day get any worse." he mumbled as he contorted himself so he could finish without anymore mishaps. He finally finished, managing to get the remainder into the toilet. But, as he zipped up his pants, he felt it. The wet spot on his pants.
"Fuck" he said as he leaned back on the wall, shaking his head. He sighed once more and then opened the cupboard looking for a new roll of toilet papers, which he found was not there. He started to carefully unroll the wet toilet paper and cleaned up the wall and floor as much as possible. Then unrolled it until there was no wet spots left on it. Which turned out to be half the roll. He put the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed it. The toilet paper stayed in the bowl as the water level started to rise in the toilet.
"FUCK...FUCK...FUCK."
Was all the guys could hear out of the bathroom. They were all on the floor laughing, imagining what was going on in the bathroom.
Lance had grabbed Justin's toothbrush and was trying his hardest to push the wet toilet paper around so the toilet could flush. It finally worked and he looked at the toilet paper encrusted toothbrush smiling.
"Serves the asshole right for leaving in here." he said as he placed it back where he found it.
"You ok in there?"
"Yeah, I'm just peachy Josh. I'll be out in a sec."
"No hurry, just make sure that I don't need rubber boots when I need to go in there."
Lance looked at himself in the mirror. Sweat was pouring down his face as he turned on the faucet and splashed cold water over his face. He dried his face with a towel. Looking back into the mirror, he glanced at the wet spot on his pants. He untucked his shirt and sighed as the bottom of his shirt just covered the spot.
"Finally, something goes right."
He put his hand on the door knob not wanting to face the guy, which he knew he had to do. He turned the knob. Stepping out, he headed for the front of the bus and all the shit he was about to get.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, and don't worry, the bathroom is just fine."
"Sooooooooooo........."
"So what Chris?"
"Ummmm...nothing, I was just wondering."
"Wondering what?"
"Well, I was just wondering what was up on the music scene today. We always seem to get locked out of the entertainment room about...what would you say guys, about ten to the hour."
"Yeah, every hour." Chimed in Joey.
"On MTV at that." Added Justin with a big ass smile on his face.
"And you point is?"
"Nothing. Right guys?" JC said staring at each of the guys with a look on his face that they all knew meant that the teasing was to stop right there. "We'll be at the hotel in about an hour. I'm heading to my bunk to get a nap in. I'll talk to y'all later."
JC got up and walked past Lance, giving him a smile and a wink, then continued towards the back of the bus.
"Oh and Lance?" JC said over his shoulder. "On your way back to the entertainment room for your hourly date with Gideon, can you wake me up so I can get my shit together for the hotel."
Lance closed his eyes and dropped into the vacant seat that JC had just left, mumbling the word asshole.
"And this time, try locking the door. You probably scarred Justin for life."
JC crawled into his bunk and closed the curtain to the laughing of Joey, Chris and Justin.
"You guys are such assholes."
"Hey, it's not our fault that you find some geeky looking guy on MTV so hot that you jackoff to the two minutes that he's on the screen every hour."
"Well, if you know that's what I'm doing, how come you decided to walk in while I was doing it. Did you enjoy what you saw Justin? If you want, you can come back with me next time and join me."
"Shut up Lance." Justin said, kicking Lance in the ankle from across the aisle.
"What the hell kind of name is Gideon anyways?"
"It's a Jewish name Joey. It means Warrior. Gideon was a hero that lead the Isrealites against the Midianites in the Old Testiment."
"Hmmm sounds like Lance has it bad for someone. I'm sure your big bad warrior carries a mighty sword." Chris said as he grabbed his crotch.
"You know, he'll be there next Thursday. Maybe you and him could hook up after the awards. I'm sure the real thing would be better than the few minutes you spend with him now."
"Yeah, Joey's right. Just make sure we aren't around. I don't think I could stand hearing Oh god Gideon." Chris said as he flung himself on top of Joey. "Yeah Gideon, right there... Do me hard right there." He said as he started mock humping Joey.
"Would you freaks shut the fuck up. I'm trying to get some sleep here." JC yelled from his bunk.
"You guys suck so bad."
"This coming from the master of sucking."
"So Justin, do you want lessons from Lance or something?" Chris said finally getting off of Joey and laying back down where he was before Lance came out of the bathroom.
"Oh yeah Chris, keep talking. At least I have Brit to go home too...and believe me, she don't need any lessons from anyone."
"Hmmm Brit on her knees, now that is an image that all boys dream about...well, cept for Lance."
"Shut up Joey." Justin and Lance both said at the same time.
"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU. JESUS CHRIST." Came JC's voice booming through the bus.
Chris looked at Joey, smiled and softly started "You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch...You really are a heel."
Joey started giggling and took the next verse, getting louder and louder as he went. "You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch...You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel."
Justin began. "You're a monster, Mr. Grinch, Your heart's an empty hole."
Joey took over. "Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch."
Chris hit Lance. "go" he whispered.
Lance with his deep voice sang the next verse. "I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!"
From the back of the bus came JC voice.
"Dream on Lance, you don't even have the half foot of that pole and little Lance jr ain't ever going to get near me."
Joey, Chris and Justin fell backwards in their seats laughing.
"I swear you guys stink, stank, stunk." Lance said getting up and walking back to the entertainment room.
"But Lance, it ain't ten to the hour yet." Came Chris' voice behind him as he shut the door.
Lance laid down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling of the bus. His mind was full of thoughts, but they were all jumbled up in his head. He closed his eyes and put his arm over them.
"Lance....can I come in?"
"Yeah, it's not locked...it's not ten to the hour yet, remember."
The door opened and JC walked in. He shut the door behind him and walked over and sat down on top of Lance's legs.
"You ok?"
"How many times are you going to ask me that today?"
"Until you answer it with the truth."
"I'm fine Josh."
"You don't sound fine."
"Well, how would you feel if you were in my place?" Lance said as he uncovered his eyes and looked at JC with an intense look on his face.
"Probably about the same as you, but then again you would be here asking me how I felt. And what answer would you want from me?"
"You just don't know when to quit do you? Don't you have some sleeping to do?"
"How do you expect me to sleep when I know someone important to me is not 6 feet away needing to talk to someone."
"And you are that someone?"
"I would like to be. Come on. I'm here for you. Use me." JC said with a huge grin on his face that he always used on Lance to get him to do what he want him to do.
"You have no clue what I'm going through Josh. Absolutely no clue."
"That's probably true, but it won't hurt to try it all out on me. Help me understand so I can help you."
"It's so hard Josh."
"Well, can you put it away for now...I mean he's cute and all...and I'd do him if I were gay. But I don't need to know about the state he put you in."
"God...your sense of humor is just so bad." Lance said wondering how JC could sit there and say something like that with a straight face.
"Hey...what can I say? I've been hanging around Chris way too long."
"Probably."
"Look Lance. All kidding aside. I know you're hurting. You feel you're all alone, surrounded by a bunch of assholes that joke and kid you about who you are. Trust me when I say, we joke but we don't mean to hurt you by it. We just want you to know that you being gay means nothing to us. I mean if you were in here whacking off while watching Elle MacPherson strut down the runway, we'd tease you just as much. Course, I'd probably be right next to ya if it was Elle MacPherson."
"I know you mean nothing by your teasing. But sometimes it just gets to be too much. I mean I'm not some prissy jerk that is so emotional that he can't take teasing. But my emotions do pile up and sometimes the pile just gets too high and I fall."
"Look. I'll talk to the guys ok. We can have you crack and go all postal on us. You might jump out into the crowd and start moshin' all the teenyboppers into the hospital."
"Always the comedian."
"Yeah, but a really handsome one that can sing damn good."
"That too."
"So...do you think that Gideon is someone you'd like to get to know better?"
"I don't know. I mean who knows if he's even gay, let alone would want to even get to know me better."
"Oh give it a rest Lance. You know damn well any gay guy out there would give their left ball to have a chance at you. If I was gay, I would be right there behind them."
"You know, if you were gay, you would realize what you just said and you'd have that sexy ass grin on your face."
"Awww you think I'm sexy?"
"Oh now, you give it a rest. Any gay guy out there would give both their nuts to have a chance at you. Me? I would be willing to give up one...but you ain't worth both of them."
"Well, you don't have to worry about any of your nuts. Ya ain't getting me, but if I feel that Gideon is worthy of you, I will do everything in my power to make it so. And you know, I always get what I want."
"Ok Mr Single Boy."
"Hey...I just haven't found the right one yet."
"Hmmmm maybe you're not looking in the right place...or the right sex."
"Shut up."
"Hey...you're too pretty to be straight. You should read all the gay stories about you. There are a lot of men out there who could rock your world."
"And you say I have a bad sense of humor. Ok, now that you made me miss my nap I guess I should just go get my stuff together and get ready for the dash to the hotel. You should do the same."
"Yeah, sounds like a plan. Josh?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks"
"For what?"
"For being Josh."
"Anytime Bro. Just know I'm here for you when ever you need someone to talk to...OK? Like I said, use me."
"Ok."
JC got up and Lance stood right behind him and pulled him into a hug.
"Thanks again."
"Don't mention it."
JC opened the door and as he close it, he popped his head back in and locked the door.
"I'll leave you alone now, it's ten to the hour."
JC smiled and shut the door behind him.
"Asshole." Lance said out loud reaching for the remote.
"This has been MTV news. Stay tuned for more news at ten to the hour every hour, here on MTV."
