| ...part four... Lance's eyes opened slowly, the sharp pain behind them an unmistakable hangover. He wiped at his mouth, which was laced with a horrible bitter taste, and rolled over slowly, just to make sure he was alone. Thank God for small favors, his sprawling king sized bed was empty, and he cocked an ear toward the bathroom, just in case. He'd been in that situation as well, thinking he was all alone only to find a wet, dripping, naked woman slipping out of the shower. Not this morning, though. All was quiet, and his stomach rolled in protest of his continued drinking. He rubbed the palms of his hands hard across his eyes, and vowed never to drink again, promised his body and God, and whoever the fuck else was listening, because if he had to feel like shit one more day, he'd kill himself. "Lance!" The annoyingly chipper voice of Justin came dancing into his head, and he sat up, unsure just where the hell the sound came from. Very little of the previous evening was clear to him, and he rolled his toungue around in his mouth, having to pee and needing to brush his teeth, badly. "Lance!" Lance groaned, unable to find the voice. He kicked his feet over the side of the bed and stumbled to his feet, shaking his head at the fact he'd not even bothered to undress before collapsing into bed, or passing out, whichever it happened to be. He scratched his stomach and yawned loudly, cocking an ear for Justin's voice again. Maybe he'd be very lucky, and it would go away. "Lance get the fuck up!" No such luck. He moved toward the front door, holding one hand against his temples, reminding himself to strangle Justin for his loud voice. Flinging the door open, he glared. "What in the hell are you screaming about?" he hissed. Justin smiled offhandedly and pushed his way inside, handing Lance a mug of coffee. "I want to go," he stated, debating on sitting on the bed or the chair. He chose the chair and plated himself. "Today, like now." Lance sipped the coffee and headed for the bathroom to relieve himself. "What's the rush?" he wanted to know, because as much as he'd like to escape the cold winter air, he had plans to find his intern today. And having Justin along would be better. He wasn't sure why, but he knew it was. When he came back into the room, Justin was digging through his stuff, and Lance ignored him. Justin was a snoop, that was nothing new, and as long as he didn't take anything, Lance was cool with it. He laid back down in his bed and stared up at the off white ceiling, the intricate pattern capturing his interest for a moment. "I hate being cold, and the MTV thing is done, and why should we stay?" Justin leafed through one of Lance's porno magazines, amused with the bondage photos. "I was thinking of somewhere hot, like home!" Lance shrugged. "I want to stay. Our flight doesn't leave for two days." He thought of his intern and wondered if he could nab her in two days. After the chilly reception he'd gotten last night, he wasn't sure. That much he remembered. Justin sighed. "Fine, two more days. But I want to have some fun." He stood up and eyed Lance, as if he should be his personal tour guide to that fun. "F-U-N!" he spelled out, raising his eyebrow so Lance got the jist. "Go away will ya?" Lance barked. He almost wished Joey had come with him instead. Much easier to deal with. Justin let himself out, and Lance picked up the phone, getting to work. Within minutes, he had her name, and had found out she was working that afternoon. He hadn't even had to kiss any ass to get it. Smiling smugly, he headed for a nice hot shower, and maybe some breakfast with that whiny little friend of his. ********************************************************************************************* Justin was already in the hotel's resturant waiting for Lance, glaring at a plate of runny eggs. He pushed the plate away as Lance sat down across from him, tossing his sunglasses to the table. "Damn, what the hell is that?" "I have no idea," Justin replied, motioning for the waitress. She stepped over to their table, snapping her gum loudly. "I ordered pancakes," he stated with a frown. "I don't know what the hell this stuff is but...." The waitress eyed him with unblinking eyes. "They're eggs, and you did order them," she challenged. She hated these little rich kids who came into this hotel and bossed her around. "So you want pancakes? Ain't no skin off my nose." She pursed her lips at him and tilted her head. Lance chuckled at the attitude, positive that Justin was going to explode soon, right in her snotty little face. "These are eggs?" Justin asked, picking up his fork and swirling them around. "First of all I fucking hate eggs, and secondly, if these are eggs, my name ain't Justin Timberlake." There, that should put her in her place, he thought, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest. "So don't eat them, Justin Timberlake. But you're payin for them cuz you ordered them. I'll go fetch your pancakes now." She clucked her teeth in disgust and wobbled off, leaving Justin stunned. "Fucking bitch," he growled, staring after her. Lance let out a loud laugh, plucking the piece of toast off the plate and munching on it. "Look, J, I gotta go down to MTV for somthing. Wanna come?" He tried to sound non chalant about the whole thing, becasue honestly, the thought of seeing her again filled him with mixed emotions. He was Lance Bass, and he could get just about any woman he wanted, only he wanted her, and wasn't sure the feelings would be returned. Justin took a sip of his juice and rolled his eyes. "Lance, come on. I don't want to go back there today. I was thinking of maybe driving north a bit and going skiing, or to Woodstock, or something like that." "Woodstock?" Lance gasped, fiddling with his ring. "Why in fuck's sake would you want to go into colder weather?" "I don't want to stay here," Justin complained. The waitress returned, plunking down his pancakes with a dirty look. As she sauntered away, he sighed. "No tip for her." "Like you tip anyway," Lance countered, grabbing a sausage and biting into it. Justin laughed, noddingly, and dug into his food. Lance let his gaze stray out the window, into the lobby and sighed. He was guessing it was going to be a long day. |