| DON'T THINK I'M NOT NINE |
| Lance laid on his back, still on JC's hotel bed, snickering. He knew how fussy JC was, and if he ever found out that they had fooled around on his bed, well, he'd hit the bricks, and hard! She layed next to him, her long hair fanned out around her face, still breathing erratically. "You still want to go through with this?" she asked, hoping against hope that her lover would change his mind. Lance propped his head up on his elbow and stared at her. "Yup. Justin could use a bit of excitement in his life." He jumped off the bed and searched for his discarded shirt, pulling it over his head. "It might be fun," he grinned. She rolled over onto her stomach and buried her head in JC's pillow, a sense of regret already taking her over. "I hope I can do this." "Come on, we'll just creep into his room, feel him out," Lance stopped, and stared at himself in the mirror. "Feel him out! Ha. I think I made a funny." He caught her gaze looking back at him, and smiled. "What?" "Nothing," she grumbled, dressing. This was not cool, not at all. She loved Joey, and while Lance was a lot of fun, dragging poor Justin into the mix was cruel. "Hey," she said, letting her mind work overtime, "Can it be just me and Justin?" If Lance would agree, she could just pretend with the youngest N Syncer, and all would be well. Lance pondered that for a moment. "I don't think so." She frowned as she pulled her hair up into a twist. "Okay," she said quietly. Lance heard noises from Justin's room and motioned for her to come with him. One thing about Justin, he was a very animated sleeper. How many times had they listened to him chatter in his sleep, or get up and fix himself something to eat and not recall doing so. When they entered Justin's room, he was tossing and turning, his discman twisted around his head. Suddenly, Lance had his idea. "Go on," he pushed her in the direction of the bed. "You can get him going while he's alseep. You'll be half way home before he wakes up." "Oh hell no," she stated, backing up. "That's wrong. I'm not going to try to fuck the kid while he's asleep." She shook her head defiantly, wondering when Lance had lost all his morals. Hell, he'd never had that many to begin with, but this, this was cold, even for him. "Yes you are!" he growled, grabbing at her arm. "It's a sure thing. I know Justin. He'll be so groggy that he won't protest." Justin muttered something in his sleep, then let out a small giggle. "See? He's already in that deep sleep, so you're in!" Justin rolled over onto his back and sighed, still asleep. She approached the bed with great hesitation, pausing to stare over at Lance who had a purely satisfied look on his face. "I can't," she cried in a hushed tone. Lance threw his hands up in frustration. "Would you snap the fuck out of it?" he whispered, pulling her sweat pants down. "Now just, um, get him excited and hop on. It's not brain surgery for chrissakes." She gazed down at the sleeping singer, so peaceful and young looking. Slowly she peeled the covers back. "How the hell am I supposed to get his clothes off him?" she asked, challenging Lance, stalling for time. "Oh for the love of..." He gently tugged at Justin's sports briefs, pulling them down. Justin shifted in his slumber, making the task so much easier. "There," Lance pointed. Pressing her lips together, she touched him carefully. Nothing happened. "Let's go," she hissed, panicked. "Come on. It's not working." "Un uh," he said, folding his arms over his chest. "Keep trying. The kid is a horn dog. He'll respond." The sight was making Lance a bit sick. Even for him, this was a lot to take. Realizing that he wasn't going to let up on this, she touched Justin again, more firmly. He began to grow hard under her fingers and she bit her lip, wishing she was anywhere but there. Her head turned cautiously to meet Lance's approving gaze. He nodded, then looked away, moving to the connecting door and closing it. She slipped her panties down and off as Justin's breathing grew more erratic. If he woke up in the middle of this, which was the plan, she would cry, just loose it. When Justin was firm enough, she climbed on top of him, guiding him in. Her eyes closed, and the tears stung her, threatening to fall. The bed creeked slightly under their weight, and she frowned, moving her body quicker. Justin felt funny, and opened his eyes slowly. It was a dream, a beautiful dream, one where he got to have sex. His body burned with the feeling and suddenly, his stomach tensed. Joey's fiance, she was in front of him, riding him in the heat of passion?? He blinked hard and looked around, trying to focus. Lance? Lance was standing to his left, watching? This was some fucked up dream. The feeling wasn't, though, and he shut his eyes, not wanting to wake up. He didn't realize, he was awake, and dreaming he wasn't. She looked down at him, and saw those beautiful eyes staring up, still heavy with sleep. He didn't know what was real, and she shook her head as she heard a little moan escape his lips. Lance was staring so hard, with such fire in his eyes, she cringed under the gaze. When Justin squirmed underneath her, she knew he was about to wake up, have his orgasm, and be plunged into their insane plan. Moments ticked by like hours, and finally Justin's eyes opened for real, his orgasm ripping through his body as he grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. Confusion riddled his mind, and he searched her face for an answer. "You are so snagged!" Lance laughed as Justin pushed her off him, crawling back against the headboard, tears filling his trusting eyes. She jumped up, grabbing her panties and sweats. "Lance, you're fucked up!" she screamed, looking at the fear on Justin's face. "Justin, I'm so..." Her words were lost when she saw the pained look on his face. Justin curled up, facing the reality of what was unfolding. He couldn't belive Lance would do this to him. His friend, his group mate. Tears spilled recklessly from his eyes, and he shook with fear. "Why?" he choked out a sob. "What did I do to deserve this?" She couldn't take it any longer and pushed past Lance, out into the hall, and down to her room. Lance had gone too far this time, way too far! |