| DON'T THINK I'M NOT 2 |
| The interveiw had lasted nearly half an hour and Lance's patience was growing thin. He smiled so much, his cheeks actually hurt, and he restrained himself from sighing with boredom. He was so tired of the dumb ass questions, especially from the European reporter, who was intent on tagging him. "So, Lance, you are the shy one no?" "You don't date much? The everlasting single one?" "Are you a virgin?" That one made him choke on his water. Fucking A, just get a life people. But, he played his part. "I'm not that shy, really. I was, but not so much anymore. I do date sometimes but being on the road makes it very difficult. As for the virgin question, I'm a gentleman." Ha! How long would he have to say that line? No, I'm not a fucking virgin! I'm a maniac. I have threesomes, I have had blow jobs beneath the stage area, I grab asses, I am screwing my friend's fiance! Surprise! Of course, he held his head up with as much feeling as he could muster, listening to his group mates innane answers, and wishing this whole facade would go away. He rubbed his eyes carefully, wondering where Joey's fiance was. She mentioned shopping, and had flashed him that knowing look. The last time he'd seen that look, she'd appeared at his hotel room late one night with handcuffs and another woman. The two girls had cuffed him to the bed, naked, and proceeded to have sex with one another just out of his reach. It had driven him insane with desire, and he had nearly orgasmed without being touched. Sitting in the media room now, just imagining what she was out there buying was making him hard, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a grin escaping his lips anyway. Lance's mind was wandering and he never heard the last question posed to him. Justin poked him in the ribs. "Dude, you're up!" he whispered, wondering where Lance went during interveiws lately. "Oops, sorry. Can you repeat the question?" Lance smiled sweetly, flashing his look of innocence that everyone ate up. Flashbulbs popped at his boylike look and he showed more teeth. That should be plastered in every magazine, it was a good one. The reporter let out a small chuckle, being sucked in by his charm and repeated her question. Finally, the publicist appeared, calling time, and escorting the singers to their awaiting van. Once inside, Lance covered his eyes with his sunglasses and tuned out. Once again, mindless chatter floated through the vehicle, and he closed his eyes, letting his thoughts wander. "Lance? Hey!" Justin shook his leg hard, and he looked up. "What?" he sighed, wishing they would just leave him the fuck alone. "We're going out tonight. All of us. Okay?" Justin glared at him, knowing he would try to get out of it, as usual. Lance leaned back again and shook his head. "Nope, I'm not. Too much to do." Yeah, right. He was hoping that he could get some time alone with her. He was still curious to see if she was buying anything naughty. If Joey was going out to a club, that would give them plenty of time. That grin threatened to come out again, but he bit it back, looking out the window instead. "No, Lance. You are going," JC said with authority. "The five of us are going. We haven't been spending enough time with one another lately. We have to regroup here." He looked up, pushing his shades ontop of his blonde spikes. "Excuse me?" he asked, shocked that he was being told what to do. "We don't spend enough time together? We're with each other 24-7 on this tour." His voice was rising at the insanity of the comment. "I see you four all the time. When I wake up, when I eat, when we're on stage. The only privacy I get is when I take a shit, and even then, more times than not, Chis is bugging me!" Chris snapped his head up, hearing his name. "What the hell?" he stammered. "I do not bug you when you're in the bathroom!" He defended his actions earlier in the week when he'd had a run in with bad Chinese food. "I needed the bathroom! I wasn't bugging you for fun!" "Regardless," Lance said cooley, "I am not going out with you tonight. I have shit to do. I don't need to be distracted by some insipid club with boring girls clinging onto me for no reason." Joey sat up straighter, not liking this little 'better than you' outburst Lance was having. "You, my man, need to get laid! Maybe then you'd stop this shitty behavior!" Lance choked back a laugh. The very idea! Slowly, he formulated his words. "No, Joe, I do not need to get laid. I need a fucking break! So you all go out and have fun. I'll be in the hotel." Stony silence fell across the five singers. Lance shook his head. He knew he had to be careful with his words. She warned him constantly. His easy going nature had been replaced in past weeks since the start up of their affair. He was consumed with having sex with her, and was truly irritable when his band mates interfered. He peered about the van and sighed. "Sorry, guys," he apologized, half heartedly, but sounding true. "I'm just preoccupied. Maybe I'll finish up my work and go with you for a bit." Justin cracked a smile, fooled into thinking Lance was trying. "Cool," he grinned. "So, we meet in the lobby at ten okay?" JC scowled, still pissed that Lance had been acting like an ass. "Fine," he said. "Sure," Joey said amicably. "I really was sick," Chris explained weakly, still pondering the bathroom crack. In the privacy of his hotel room, Lance tossed his jacket on the bed and kicked his shoes off. He grabbed a beer from the mini bar and sat on the couch of his suite, staring at his laptop, already plugged in and waiting. Carefully, he switched it on, and checked his messages. He grinned as he saw one from an online adult friend who he counted on to get him through some lonely nights with her sexy words, and hot downloads. She was curious where he'd been lately, not knowing who he really was. Lance e-mailed her back, apologizing. He didn't want to loose her, not yet. Real sex was better than computer sex anytime, but there were still times when he needed her. His e-mail was rauncy, but sweet, and he clicked on send. He signed off and laid down on his bed. Sleep took him right away and he laid there on his stomach, lights on, fully clothed, snoring lightly. He didn't hear his door click open, or the body of his secret lover approach him. Stealthily, she snuck over to him, staring down at the perfectness of his face, those full cheeks and soft lips. Just gazing down at him made her want him with a ferocity she couldn't control. She put her bags down and stripped silently down to her black bra and thong. Quietly, she climbed over him, careful not to wake him, not just yet. Her long reddish brown hair fell down from it's twist, and she pushed it back. Her hands slipped between her legs, and she started to pleasure herself, leaning down to press against his back. A playful nip at his ear shifted him slightly. Hot breath on his neck made him smile. His eyes fluttered open at the erotic moans coming from above him. Instantly, he knew she was there, and was getting an idea of just what she was doing. "I want you," she whispered into his ear, licking around the edge. "Lance, I really want you. God, I've been thinking about you all day." Lance closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He was beyond excited by her touch and tried to roll over. "Ah ah," she scolded, pressing herself down on his back, holding him in place. "This is for me. I want you to just lay there, listen to me." He gluped hard, wondering how she came up with new and different ways to turn him on. He never knew anyone like her. So, he stayed quiet, the ache between his legs growing with each pant, each little gasp that escaped her lips. "Fuck," he groaned, as he twisted his head back, catching a glimpse of her face, washed over with pleasure. Her legs straddled his waist and she rocked underneath her own hand faster and faster, making Lance bit his lip. He wanted to take her, right there, but he knew the rules of their playtime. She was teasing him and he'd have to wait. Suddenly, she leaned down to him, close to his ear. "I'm gonna...." Then she cried out, digging her free hand into the back of his thigh. "Damn!" she gasped, rolling off him, exhausted. Lance's green eyes glowed deeper, and he pounced on her, staring down at her flushed face. "My turn," he said lowly, devouring her mouth with hard kisses. A knock on the door told them their time was up. "Shh," he murmered, lifting his head. "They'll go away." Joey's voice came through, loud and clear however, sending Lance's excitement into a deflating spin. "Dammit!" he hissed, sighing with frustration. She jumped up and hurried to the bathroom, grabbing her shopping bags on the way. "Get rid of him," she demanded, shutting the door behind her. Lance crawled off the bed, his face scrunched up with distaste. One thing he hated was being forced to wait. Spying her discarded clothes on the floor, he balled them up and tossed them into the bathroom after her. "Can you stay?" he asked softly, wincing as she started to dress. "No, he wants to go to dinner. But later...." She licked her lips and lowered her gaze. "Oh, you better believe it!" he growled, grabbing his crotch lewdly. "Lance!" Joey's voice grew louder, as did his knocks. Lance gritted his teeth and shut the bathroom door, heading out to the door of his suite. "Hey, Joe," he said evenly. "What's up?" Joey tilted his head and eyed him suspiciously. "You okay?" he asked, peering into his room. Lance nodded, remaining calm. "Yeah, why?" Joey broke into a laugh. "You look flustered is all. You seen my woman? She's due back from spending all my money and I want to eat!" Lance ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. "Nope, haven't seen her," he lied. "If I do, I'll send her down." "Thanks man." He turned and began to walk away, then stopped. "You know, she has a really cute cousin I could set you up with." Lance froze, his eyes widened. "What?" His pulse raced, and he felt his ears burn with guilt? Maybe? "No, no. I'm not getting set up. Thanks." He forced a laugh and proceeded to close his door. "Oh hell no. We're not going there!" he muttered, walking back into his bedroom area. She was there, fully dressed now, adjusting her hair. "Hey," she said, catching his gaze in the mirror. "He gone?" "Yup, looking for you." He walked over to her, and pressed himself against her from behind, letting his hands run under her tee shirt. "So, we're hooking up later, right?" he asked, nuzzling her neck. She leaned back into his touch, burning hot through her bra. "Okay," she agreed. "But I promised I'd go out to that club with JC's girlfriend." Lance pulled back. "Fuck, you mean you guys are going too?" He frowned, stepping away. "Goddamn JC and his 'we need to go as a group' bullshit!" She turned and giggled. "Aww, you're so cute when your frustrated!" Pinching his butt, she gave a small wave and sauntered to the front door. "Until later!" With that, she was gone, leaving Lance with a great deal of pent up desire. "Cute my ass," he grumbled, stalking over to his computer. If she wasn't going to give him some release right now, he was going to find it elsewhere. Just to tide him over. |