| DON'T THINK I'M NOT SEVEN |
| "Justin, man! Come on!" JC was pissed off, watching as Justin screwed up the dance steps once again. "Fuck! Let's get this shit done!" Justin stared up at him frowning. "Sorry," he managed weakly. He grabbed a bottle of water and cursed himself. A long, cool sip, and a few hops to loosen up and he nodded. "Let's go again," he stated, ignoring Lance's playful stare. He wished Lance would just quit. Ever since that comment on the bus the day before, the looks had been frequent, expectant, annoying. Justin was finding it increasingly difficult to focus, and JC was calling him on it. Lance bounced by, laying an all too friendly hand on his shoulder. "You okay man? You seem distracted!" He laughed, that evil, deep laugh and Justin shrugged away. "I'm fine, let's go!" he called out. The music started, and they ran through the new routine once more. Thankfully, he hit his mark. "Amen!" Joey shouted, watching his friend. He threw his fiance a wink and she grinned back. Unbeknownst to her, Lance had offered her services to Justin. She sat back from the empty front row of chairs and stared up at the figure of her secret lover, wiggling his hips to the music. The way he moved in bed, you'd think he'd be the smoothest dancer. She chuckled, wondering briefly why Justin was fucking up so badly. "Call it!" Chris yelled across the stage to JC. JC nodded. "Done. Let's get the hell out of here." Justin smiled, relieved. He hurried from the stage, wanting to get out from under Lance's pull. He pulled his sweaty tee shirt off and wiped his forehead with it. He noticed Joey's fiance appear out of the corner of his eye and shrank back. Her hand rested on his back, the heat radiating from it, causing him to jump. "Geez, Just! What was up with that dance?" she asked, giggling. "You were all over the damn place!" Justin was suddenly very aware that he was shirtless, and he moved back. "Nothing was up," he defended himself, positive that she was messing with him too. "Just back off," he hissed, storming away. She stood there, confused, as Joey wrapped his arms around her. "What's with him?" she asked, leaning back into his hug. "Dunno," Joey admitted, as Lance and JC pushed past the cuddling couple. "Get a room!" JC yelled, laughing. Lance caught her eye, playfully. "Yeah, get a room!" She licked her lips seductively, letting him know that although she and Joey had a reconciliation, she didn't intend on giving him up, not yet. JC was oblivious, already planning the rest of his night. It was a rare night off, and they had agreed to get the new dance down and premeire it the following evening at the show. He elbowed Chris as he walked by. "We going out tonight or what?" Chris burped loudly, and nodded. "Sure thang! I need some r and r!" Lance grinned, guessing this would be the perfect night to get Justin involved. But first, he needed to let her in on his plan. Since the scene at the club, Joey had been the good fiance, keeping his lady close to him, trying to beg off any unwanted attentions from other women. That left little time for Lance to have any alone time with her. The sooner he could get Justin tangled in this, the better off they'd all be. Back at the hotel, Lance sat at his laptop, chatting with his online friend, getting rid of some pent up sexual energy. The knock on his door was timed right after his release occured, leaving him breathless. He quickly signed off, wiped his hands on a hotel towel, and tucked his softening member back in his pants. One deep breath and he headed for the door. "Who's there?" he called, shoving his hand down his pants and adjusting himself. "It's me," she replied softly. "Can I come in?" He opened the door, wistfully. Where the fuck was she ten minutes ago? "Hey," he said, taking a look around the empty hallway. "Where's Joey?" "Out with JC and Chris." She stepped inside, pressing herself against him. Her face tilted upwards, and she saw that familiar blush in his cheeks. "Oh, you!" she chided him lightly. "You started without me!" Her lips nuzzled his neck, and she felt his hands reach behind her to lock the door. "You'll just have to please me then," she stated, huskily. Lance felt her breath hot on his neck and sighed. Pushing her away, he stared at her. "Justin knows," he told her, moving back into the room. "What?" she gasped, running her fingers through her hair. She paced furiously, worried. "How? How does he know?" Lance grabbed her hands and pulled her down on the bed. The pacing was making him crazy, and he still felt a bit wobbly from the orgasm he'd just had. "Listen, he saw us. Now we have to keep him quiet." She stared into space blankly, trying to register what Lance was telling her. "How are we supposed to do that?" "Easy," Lance said, standing up. He knelt down in front of her and grinned. "I asked him to join us." "What?" she cried, jumping to her feet, sending him sprawling backwards. "Are you crazy?" Lance frowned, not liking the tone she was taking. "No, I'm not," he defended himself. "I'm logical. Justin's a lost soul. He'll do it. Then he'll be so consumed with guilt, he'll never talk. He's a sappy fuck like that." He chuckled at the thought. He rather enjoyed tormenting his young friend this afternoon, toying with his nerves. It was kind of fun. Her eyes narrowed as she shook her head. "I'm not fucking Justin. No way. You can't think I'd do that!" "Come off it," Lance laughed. "You'd love that. I know you. Come on. That little innocent blonde curly hair in your hands? Hell, you'll probably take the kid's viginity!" She glared at him, her eyes on fire. "Oh no," she warned him, backing up a bit, a smirk dancing on her lips. For a fleeting moment, she imagined what it would be like, having the two blondes in bed with her. Then she snapped back, understanding the magnitude of taking on Justin, so fragile. "Lance, no. Can't do it!" He approached her, planting his sexiest grin on his face, glancing out from under his long eyelashes. "Yes you can," he sang, wrapping his arms around her. Slowly, he nibbled on her ear, letting his warm breath invade her senses. "You want it," he continued, peeling her shirt up as he dropped to his knees. With nimble fingers, he unsnapped her jeans, pulling them down. He traced her pantyline with his fingertips, letting his mouth come dangerously close to her bare skin. "It's for the best," he whispered, letting his tounge run along her stomach. Her knees nearly buckled under his persuasive touch and she felt around behind her for the bed. Collapsing down onto it, she sighed, feeling her body ignite, and closed her eyes. Lance moved over her, his weight firey on her body. "Say yes," he groaned, holding her hands tightly over her head. "Say yes, and I'll give you what you want." It was useless to resist. He made her feel like no one ever had. The very thought of his talented tounge inside her made her shake, and she nodded, gulping for air. "That's my girl," he laughed deeply, releasing her hands and moving slowly down her body, between her legs. She bit her lip, trying not to think about what he was asking of her, and gave into her body's desires. |