| DON'T THINK I'M NOT 6 |
| Lance sat quietly on the bus, it's rythemic lull casting it's spell on him. He bit his nails absently and tried to formulate a good enough plan to keep Justin's big mouth shut. Actually, he was quite shocked the guy had been quiet this long. It wasn't in his nature to keep secrets. A laser light shot at his head, and he blinked as the red light flashed angrily at him. "Chris, I am so not in the mood for that," he growled, sliding over so the light wasn't in his face. Chris aimed again, and shot again. "I swear, man. Don't." "Lance," Chris said, sighing. "What is with you? You have no sense of humor!" "Sure I do," Lance replied evenly, eyeing his group mate. "I'm in this band aren't I?" The words cut Chris hard, and he recoiled in shock. "Fuck you!" he hissed, turning around and walking away. Lance watched him and sighed. He didn't mean it, he was just so preoccupied with this whole Justin watching them thing. "Chris," he called after him, but the oldest N Sync member continued to the back of the bus, ignoring him. "Great!" Lance seethed, banging his head against the bus window. The bus lurched to a halt, causing him to look up. Justin pounced down the aisle and approached the driver, staring out the window at the traffic. "What's this?" he asked. The driver squinted down the highway. "Accident, I would guess. I'm gonna take the shoulder to this next exit. Let me just radio the other buses." Justin nodded, trying to get a better look himself. He could feel Lance's stare burning a hole into his back, and tried his best to ignore it. There was just no way he was planning on begging for mercy from him. No way. Lance chewed on his bottem lip. There had to be a way to get to Justin, maybe get him involved in something over his head, somthing he could hold him with. That way, he wouldn't dare blab what he knew. "Hey, Justin," he called out, keeping his voice cheery. Justin's head swung around cautiously, his eyes still bloodshot, but wary. "Yeah?" "Come here," Lance beckoned, patting the seat next to him. "I want to talk to you." "Yeah? Why?" Justin stood his ground, still a bit fearful of his "friend". He hadn't forgotten the incident that morning in the hotel room, it was still fresh in his mind. Lance rolled his eyes, and smiled. "Just want to. Come here." Inside he was screaming. What was he, and idiot? Did he think he was going to start shit with him there, on a stopped bus, with Joey and the others less than 20 feet from them. Jesus, talk about ditzy! Slowly, Justin moved closer, eyeing Lance carefully. He sat down across from him and tried to meet his gaze. He was still ashamed at having seen Lance in such intimate moments with Joey's fiance. "Okay, what?" Lance leaned in close, and rested his elbows on his knees. "Look, about before. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was just," he paused, looking toward the back of the bus. "surprised. I thought we were careful." Justin blushed, and ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "Well, I'm sorry to. About watching. I honestly didn't mean to. I just.." "No, it's fine," Lance said, holding his hand up. "So, you like to watch?" His eyebrow cocked up, feigning interest in Justin's answer. As if he didn't know. Of course he liked to watch. Justin looked away quickly, the images of Lance and Joey's fiance dancing through his mind. Being on the road made him lonely, and horny. He was the only one who just couldn't seem to pick up girls and use them for his own pleasure. He tried, oh how he tried, but he could never get to that point. Watching Lance was the next best thing, the things he saw them do kept him warm at night. Lance moved across and sat dangerously close to his friend. "It's okay. You can tell me." Justin's blue eyes met green ones with trust. "I guess. I mean, I'm not looking at you." He wanted to make that very clear. "I don't go like that man! I just, watching is like," He searched for the words, but none would come. Lance smiled, leaning back. He rested his arms over the back of the chair and stared at Justin, his eyes gleaming mischeviously. "Would you like to join in?" he asked, watching carefully for a reaction. The bus picked up speed, sending Justin to the floor. He looked up, in shock. His heart throbbed inside his chest at the very idea. "What?" he hissed, scrambling back to his feet. "Are you serious?" Joey popped his head out from the back lounge and grinned. "Hey, we're gonna play some cards. You guys want in?" Lance nodded, looking up at Justin. "Yeah, we want in, right man?" He stood up, stretched, and sauntered to the back room. "You coming?" he called over his shoulder. Justin stood there, his blood on fire at the thought. "Yeah," he mumbled, feeling numb. Just what was Lance up to now? |