| DON'T THINK I'M NOT ONE |
| "Is he alsleep?" Lance looked up from his book, squinting at the figure moving slowly toward him. "Umm hmm," she replied, shrugging off her robe, revealing nothing more than a g-string. Lance grinned, his green eyes shining. Quickly, he pounced from his bed, grabbing her around the waist. "It's about damn time," he muttered, laying small, hot kisses on her stomach. She entwined her fingers through his hair and sighed. Slowly, she pushed him back onto the bed, covering his body with hers. "Yes, it is about time," she murmered lowly, clicking the lights off. The next morning, Lance woke up in his empty bed, a smile attached to his face. He yawned and rolled over to the pillow she had been laying on. It still smelled of her perfume, and he inhaled it longingly. She was always gone when he woke, it was part of the game. It was cool with him, he knew what this was, to both of them. Glancing at the clock, he realized it was heading for 10 am already. "Shit!" he groaned, not wanting to be late once more. Late meant suspicious, and suspicion meant trouble. He jumped from the bed, and hurried to the shower. When he got to the lobby, Justin and JC were there, sitting on the couch, engrossed in some sort of mindless conversation about zombies. Lance covered his eyes with his sunglasses, and joined them. Justin looked up at him, frustration set in his eyes. "Lance, would you please tell him that zombies are the living dead. They're not mummies, mummies are different." Lance scrunched his face up. "What? Who the hell cares, they're not real. It doesn't matter." He plopped down across from them and leaned his head back. He felt so much older than his friends anymore which was funny considering he was second youngest. Idily, he tapped his feet and let his mind wander back to the night before, the passionate kisses, the wild sex. She was one in a million when it came to sex, giving him what no other girl had ever given him. She satisfied his every desire, accomadating any wish. He reciprocated, of course. Lance was nothing if not an equal lover. The best part was it was a no strings deal. Fuck and go. None of the petty things that he hated, the invasion of girl things in his room, the clinging, the 'do you love me' pouts. It was what it was, and that was sex, pure animal sex. "Hello? Lance? Back to earth, buddy!" JC kicked at his foot, causing him to frown. He wasn't ready to stop thinking about his night, even if he was making him incredibly horny for the next session with her. "What?" he snapped, looking over. "I was just asking if you wanted coffee. I was going to get some while we waited, but shit! Bite my head off why don't you?" JC shook his head and got up, retreating to the breakfast bar. Lance watched him, knowing he should feel guilty about barking at him, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. He was sick of Justin's stupid, meaningless chatter, and JC's know it all attitude. Chris was so wound up in his company and his girlfriend and Joey, well. That was a problem. The elevator doors opened, and Lance heard her laugh. He glanced up, slowly, trying to contain his smile. Joey's arms were around her as they stepped out, Chris following. He watched as Joey planted a kiss on her lips, and grinned as he recalled just where those lips had been the previous night. Trying to hide the fact he was doing his friend's fiancee was just a game, an acting job. The critics said he couldn't act? Well, fuck them because he was doing the number one acting game of all time. No one suspected. No one. "Let's go!" Chris shouted. "Where the hell is JC? Please tell me someone woke his ass up this morning." As if on cue, JC appeared, coffee in hand. "Why do you insist on thinking I'm always late? God!" He threw his overnight bag on his shoulder and sipped from the paper cup gingerly. Justin looked over. "Zombies, Chris, they're living dead right?" he asked, intent on proving his point. Joey groaned. "Please someone take his horror movies away from him! Please." She laughed, that tinkly innocent laugh. Lance smirked. There was so much behind that, so much that no one knew. He'd heard that laugh just minutes before she fell to her knees to pleasure him. Biting on his lip, he headed out for the bus, letting that image dance in his head for a bit. Now he was really getting horny, and hoped they would be able to catch some time alone in the next day or so. It was getting increasingly tough, with Joey wanting to spend more of his hours with her than away. Lance assumed it was because they were now engaged. He stepped onto the bus, deposited his bag in his bunk, and headed for the back room. He knew he'd let some business things go in the past few weeks, but he'd been preoccupied with Joey's girlfriend, and his sex life. Fuck the business, he just wanted to get in as much as he could. He wondered what everyone would think if they knew the truth. That Lance from N Sync was a sex addict, hidden well, but the truth. He had been ever since he could remember, that's why playing an innocent was so important. Naturally high sex drive, that's what his first real girlfriend had called it. A deep chuckle erupted from him, as Joey entered the room. "Hey, Lance. I haven't gotten to see much of you lately. Feeling alright?" Joey kicked his sneakers off and sat down. Game time. "Sure man, I'm fine. I just haven't felt like clubbing lately." He flipped open his laptop and stared at Joey, cocking an eyebrow. "What about you, any juicy stories to tell?" "Yeah," he whispered, "Lata man, when my woman's not around. You gotta hear about this one two nights ago. The things she could do with her mouth, holy fucking shit!" Lance eyed him, continuing to play his part. "Oh yeah?" he feigned interest because truth be told, Joey's fiance was pretty amazing with her mouth, not that Joey would know that. He refused to let her do certain things, wanting to protect his future wife's image in his mind. Only whores and groupies were good for crazy sex, oral sex, anal sex, anything other than missionary sex. That's what had sent her to Lance in the first place, sexual boredom and neaderthal thinking on her boyfriend's part. Joey was grinning now, obviously thinking about that girl, who ever she may be. Lance refocused on his computer, not even looking up when she entered the room and sat on Joey's lap. "Whatcha doing Lance?" she asked, using her good girl voice. When he looked up, he saw the fire in her eyes, as they danced over his body, settling between his legs. Just her look made him want her. He spread his legs open a bit further, casually, but wanting to tease her. "Nothing, just some work." His mouth stayed still, but his green eyes held desire and playfulness. "Oh," she replied, rubbing Joey's thigh, carefully watching Lance's eyes with her own. She was into the game as well, and enjoyed toying with him. A natural blush crept into her cheeks, and Joey, finally, swatted her hand away. "Damn, woman! Didn't you get enough of me last night?" Lance jerked his head down, surpressing a laugh. So, she'd had Joey last night as well. That was interesting. Apparently, he didn't do a very good job, because she'd stayed with Lance for a couple hours, enjoying orgasm after orgasm. "Honey," she purred, kissing his cheek. "Don't talk like that in front of Lance." Joey mistook the blush of desire for a blush of embarassment, and hugged her to him. "Sorry," he grinned, totally fooled by the two of them. She climbed off his lap and stretched, her arms lifted over her head. "I'm so tired," she cried. "I need some shut eye." With a quick wink to her secret lover, she exited the room. Lance shook his head. Joey leaned back. "She's a good egg," he mumered, closing his eyes. |