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turpsThere's actually some sense in the way I'm doing these. I'm sure you've guessed by now *g*
This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madam_d who I promised to dedicate a Trickyfish to, sorry there's no sexage though, maybe the next one down the line ... eep ;)
Now I must go and do Joey *eg* Also need to check the flist, I ended up uploading ficlets last night so am behind on it now.
“I like him. He’s staying.”
Lance shuffled in the hard chair and wished he’d sat somewhere else. Anywhere as long as he couldn’t overhear the others in the next room He didn’t mean to hear and wondered if he could move without attracting attention. The last thing he wanted was to sit listening as the others discussed him, how he looked funny and couldn’t dance; but had the perfect voice. It made his skin prickle to hear himself described as little more than a product. If he’d look good next to the others, and would his voice make up for the fact he was nothing more than a hick.
For a long time it sounded like he was going home; Lou didn’t like him and Lance didn’t know whether to be relieved or sad. Then he heard a chair scrape back before someone – Chris – said Lance was staying, and that seemed to be that.
Voices talked over each other as the door opened, and Lance looked over to see Chris staring at him, half smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, just looked then walked away, leaving Lance blushing, as if he’d been caught doing something wrong.
It was Lou that told Lance he was staying, pretending it was his decision. Lance knew better, but he never said a word; to anyone.
~*~*~*~
You’re trying too hard. Watch.
Lance bit back the curse that flew to his lips. He was the worst dancer ever, he knew it, and even if he didn’t Lou told him plenty. Dancing seemed to be something out of his reach, and Lance felt like he was trying to catch water with his hands, frustrated to the point of tears when dance steps slipped from his mind.
It was okay for Chris, saying he was trying too hard. But Chris didn’t have to practice night after night, forcing his body to move in ways it never had before. It was becoming too much. Lance hurt; his legs hurt, his arms hurt, even his hair hurt, and that was without the hurt of being told he was useless, he was keeping the others back. Lance thought that was the biggest hurt of all. He wanted to go home, lie on his bed and watch TV, not count steps day after day, then forget them as soon as he slept.
Chris was counting steps as he danced; movements smooth and liquid and Lance was compelled to stare as Chris performed for him.Dressed in an over sized t-shirt and shorts, Chris should have looked small, maybe even fragile, but he didn’t. His energy filled the room as he moved and Lance imagined he felt a buzz when Chris reached for him and pulled him close.
They danced for hours, abandoning choreography as Chris urged him to just let go, so Lance did. Forgetting the taunts as he danced to his own beat; sometimes alone, sometimes with Chris. Until they both collapsed to the floor, drenched in sweat and panting.
The dancing still wasn’t easy, but Lance knew he could dance, and that was the only thing that mattered.
~*~*~*~
You’re an idiot, Bass
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Go to a club with Joey, have fun and forget about being the N in Nsync for a while; and it had been fun. At least it had before Joey made for the dance floor leaving Lance alone with the barman for company. A barman who seemed to like him if the drinks he provided were a clue; not that Lance could remember the drinks. He just knew they were blue, and there were a lot of them.
Joey had cursed when he finally came back, and Lance still felt bad about Joey’s shirt. It had been one of his favourites, but Joey shouldn’t have moved him so quickly, what was Lance supposed to do? At least he’d missed Joey’s shoes.
Chris had shouted a lot when Joey finally got them home. Lance put his hands over his ears and shut his eyes, he hated when Chris was mad with him. But someone pulled his hands away and gently tipped his chin up, telling Lance to open his eyes . When he did he saw Chris, looking at him seriously and Lance laughed, because Chris looked mean and Lance knew he wasn’t like that at all; at least not most times.
Lance kept laughing all the way to his room, and laughed more when Chris wanted to wrestle. Which was a little strange, Lance thought. Chris usually wrestled with Justin, not him. But Lance enjoyed it, pinning Chris to the bed for a long while, laughing again when he realised Chris was shorter and smaller than him now. Something that he delighted in repeating, even though Chris kept trying to talk over him, saying something about get undressed already.
Which is why it was Chris’ fault Lance threw up on him; if he hadn’t wanted to wrestle it wouldn’t have happened. At least Chris wasn’t mad, all he did was move Lance on his side, then gently stroke his back.
It felt good, and Lance fell asleep to the feel of Chris’ hands.
~*~*~*~
I’m fine. Just leave me alone, okay.
Chris stormed from the room, and they all watched him go. They all knew how he got after his phone call home, and no one wanted to risk his anger. But he was hurting and Lance hated to see that happen.
When Lance stood everyone stayed silent, but Joey and JC smiled as Justin nodded his approval. Acknowledging them with a tip of his head, Lance went outside, suspecting Chris would be out there. He was, sitting hunched on the steps, head in his hands, body posture screaming, keep away. Not that Lance would, not now.
Neither spoke when Lance sat down, they never did when this happened. Instead, Lance rested his hand on Chris’ leg, then prepared to wait him out, until Chris could gain back control and wipe away the tears that flooded his eyes.
Lance’s ass was numb when Chris finally moved. Chris shook his head and half smiled when Lance put his arm around his shoulder pulling them close together. They sat like that for another hour, as Chris talked about his family, pride for every one of them apparent in his voice as he shared the latest news.
~*~*~*~
Love you.
The words were unexpected, and Lance almost dropped his soda on the floor. Chris didn’t even look up as he spoke, just kept looking at the TV. Lance was lost for words, he loved Chris too and needed him to know that.
Chris looked up then and smiled, a huge smile that lit up his face, and Lance realised he didn’t have to say a word. Chris knew and had known for a long time.
ETA: Does anyone know the html tag that lets you link to a certain point in a page? I know the a href tag takes you to other pages but how do you link to spots on the same page? Like if I clicked Chris/JC so it goes to the Chris/JC listings further down. And I described that so badly *g*
This is for
madam_d who I promised to dedicate a Trickyfish to, sorry there's no sexage though, maybe the next one down the line ... eep ;)Now I must go and do Joey *eg* Also need to check the flist, I ended up uploading ficlets last night so am behind on it now.
“I like him. He’s staying.”
Lance shuffled in the hard chair and wished he’d sat somewhere else. Anywhere as long as he couldn’t overhear the others in the next room He didn’t mean to hear and wondered if he could move without attracting attention. The last thing he wanted was to sit listening as the others discussed him, how he looked funny and couldn’t dance; but had the perfect voice. It made his skin prickle to hear himself described as little more than a product. If he’d look good next to the others, and would his voice make up for the fact he was nothing more than a hick.
For a long time it sounded like he was going home; Lou didn’t like him and Lance didn’t know whether to be relieved or sad. Then he heard a chair scrape back before someone – Chris – said Lance was staying, and that seemed to be that.
Voices talked over each other as the door opened, and Lance looked over to see Chris staring at him, half smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, just looked then walked away, leaving Lance blushing, as if he’d been caught doing something wrong.
It was Lou that told Lance he was staying, pretending it was his decision. Lance knew better, but he never said a word; to anyone.
~*~*~*~
You’re trying too hard. Watch.
Lance bit back the curse that flew to his lips. He was the worst dancer ever, he knew it, and even if he didn’t Lou told him plenty. Dancing seemed to be something out of his reach, and Lance felt like he was trying to catch water with his hands, frustrated to the point of tears when dance steps slipped from his mind.
It was okay for Chris, saying he was trying too hard. But Chris didn’t have to practice night after night, forcing his body to move in ways it never had before. It was becoming too much. Lance hurt; his legs hurt, his arms hurt, even his hair hurt, and that was without the hurt of being told he was useless, he was keeping the others back. Lance thought that was the biggest hurt of all. He wanted to go home, lie on his bed and watch TV, not count steps day after day, then forget them as soon as he slept.
Chris was counting steps as he danced; movements smooth and liquid and Lance was compelled to stare as Chris performed for him.Dressed in an over sized t-shirt and shorts, Chris should have looked small, maybe even fragile, but he didn’t. His energy filled the room as he moved and Lance imagined he felt a buzz when Chris reached for him and pulled him close.
They danced for hours, abandoning choreography as Chris urged him to just let go, so Lance did. Forgetting the taunts as he danced to his own beat; sometimes alone, sometimes with Chris. Until they both collapsed to the floor, drenched in sweat and panting.
The dancing still wasn’t easy, but Lance knew he could dance, and that was the only thing that mattered.
~*~*~*~
You’re an idiot, Bass
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Go to a club with Joey, have fun and forget about being the N in Nsync for a while; and it had been fun. At least it had before Joey made for the dance floor leaving Lance alone with the barman for company. A barman who seemed to like him if the drinks he provided were a clue; not that Lance could remember the drinks. He just knew they were blue, and there were a lot of them.
Joey had cursed when he finally came back, and Lance still felt bad about Joey’s shirt. It had been one of his favourites, but Joey shouldn’t have moved him so quickly, what was Lance supposed to do? At least he’d missed Joey’s shoes.
Chris had shouted a lot when Joey finally got them home. Lance put his hands over his ears and shut his eyes, he hated when Chris was mad with him. But someone pulled his hands away and gently tipped his chin up, telling Lance to open his eyes . When he did he saw Chris, looking at him seriously and Lance laughed, because Chris looked mean and Lance knew he wasn’t like that at all; at least not most times.
Lance kept laughing all the way to his room, and laughed more when Chris wanted to wrestle. Which was a little strange, Lance thought. Chris usually wrestled with Justin, not him. But Lance enjoyed it, pinning Chris to the bed for a long while, laughing again when he realised Chris was shorter and smaller than him now. Something that he delighted in repeating, even though Chris kept trying to talk over him, saying something about get undressed already.
Which is why it was Chris’ fault Lance threw up on him; if he hadn’t wanted to wrestle it wouldn’t have happened. At least Chris wasn’t mad, all he did was move Lance on his side, then gently stroke his back.
It felt good, and Lance fell asleep to the feel of Chris’ hands.
~*~*~*~
I’m fine. Just leave me alone, okay.
Chris stormed from the room, and they all watched him go. They all knew how he got after his phone call home, and no one wanted to risk his anger. But he was hurting and Lance hated to see that happen.
When Lance stood everyone stayed silent, but Joey and JC smiled as Justin nodded his approval. Acknowledging them with a tip of his head, Lance went outside, suspecting Chris would be out there. He was, sitting hunched on the steps, head in his hands, body posture screaming, keep away. Not that Lance would, not now.
Neither spoke when Lance sat down, they never did when this happened. Instead, Lance rested his hand on Chris’ leg, then prepared to wait him out, until Chris could gain back control and wipe away the tears that flooded his eyes.
Lance’s ass was numb when Chris finally moved. Chris shook his head and half smiled when Lance put his arm around his shoulder pulling them close together. They sat like that for another hour, as Chris talked about his family, pride for every one of them apparent in his voice as he shared the latest news.
~*~*~*~
Love you.
The words were unexpected, and Lance almost dropped his soda on the floor. Chris didn’t even look up as he spoke, just kept looking at the TV. Lance was lost for words, he loved Chris too and needed him to know that.
Chris looked up then and smiled, a huge smile that lit up his face, and Lance realised he didn’t have to say a word. Chris knew and had known for a long time.
ETA: Does anyone know the html tag that lets you link to a certain point in a page? I know the a href tag takes you to other pages but how do you link to spots on the same page? Like if I clicked Chris/JC so it goes to the Chris/JC listings further down. And I described that so badly *g*
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Date: 2004-03-29 02:54 pm (UTC)I'm going to have fun with your story ;)
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Date: 2004-03-29 03:28 pm (UTC)