Pairing: Justin and Lance
Words: colt; meddle; contaminate; infect


"So," Justin said.  They've been trapped together on the bus ever
since Lance and Justin both developed the same spots at the same
time.  Justin tried to insist that it was just acne, but Chris had
insisted that both of them go sit in the Bus of Contamination so no
one else would be affected.  Justin thought it sucked.  "Chris or
JC?"

"For what?" Lance asks, staring at the ceiling from his place on
the floor.  Everywhere else is *far* too hot.

Justin rolls his eyes.  "Sex, duh."

"Yeah, but what kind of sex?"

"There's different kinds?"

Lance looks at Justin incredulously.  "Duh."

"Like what?"

"Like anal, oral, phone, digital, cyber, frottage, handjobs and
about a million others."

"Oh, that.  Yeah, I know that.  I thought you mean other stuff."

Lance frowns.  "What other stuff?"

Justin shrugs.  "That's why I was asking.  I thought maybe there
was different styles or something."

"You mean, like, Oriental style, or American?"

"Yeah.  Stuff like that."

"Dude.  I think they both do it American style."

"That's boring."

"Sorry.  They don't exactly teach other styles around here."

"So you're saying that there *are* other styles?"

"Well, yeah.  There's, like.  Um.  What's it called?  Tantric!"

"I bet JC does Tantric."

Lance shrugs.  "Why did you have to infect me?  We're just gonna
talk about sex all day."

"What!  I didn't!  I don't even have whatever it is you have.  I've
just got.  Zits or something."

"Yeah, right."

"I do."

"No, you don't."

"Fine.  Be that way.  You still haven't answered my question. 
Chris or JC?"

"Both."

"Huh.  At the same time?"

"Sure."

"Whoa."

Lance rolls his eyes.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

"You rolled your eyes."

"So?"

"So stop it.  I'm not a baby.  I'm just.  Um, bored."

"Okay."  They lay in silence for a while.  "Did I freak you out?"
Lance asks after a while.

"No," Justin says.  It's his turn to roll his eyes.  "It's just. 
They're so different.  How would you handle both of them at once,
y'know?"

"That's half the fun, probably," Lance replies.

"Yeah, but, Chris is so high energy and he wants all of the
attention right *now* and JC's so laid back, but worth spending
time on, only you'd have to be trying to alternate between them and
I just don't see how it'd work."

"Easy.  Make them tie me up.  Then they have to decide how to get
their attention."

Justin rolls over on his stomach, the better to look at Lance. 
"You like being tied up?"

"Sometimes," Lance replies, not looking directly at Justin.

"So you've done it, then."  Justin's eyes rove over Lance's body.

Lance nods once.  "Yeah.  Done a lot of things."

"What was it like?"

"Being tied up?  Good.  'Cause i get nervous sometimes about what
I'm expected to do.  When I'm tied up, I know all I have to do is
take it.  Whatever they want me to take, that is."  Lance shrugs. 
"Besides.  It's kinda cool-- you know.  To not be able to choose
what you want to do.  To know that the other person is in control
of you and they *could* hurt you."

"I wanna do that."

"Do what?"

"Both."

"Why?" Lance asks.

"Because it sounds sexy."

"Okay."

"What?  You not gonna tell me I'm too young or something?"

"No," Lance says.  "That's cool.  Good reason and all."  He rolls
over onto his stomach, trying to cool down.  "Why is it so hot in
here all the freaking time?"

"Because you're sick.  You want some ice or something?"

Lance shakes his head and sprawls flat against the floor.  "Thanks,
though."

"You could take off your shirt, and I could wet you down and then,
like, fan you or something."

Lance laughs.  "Oh!  Wait, that's sorta good."  He gets up and goes
into the kitchen.  After soaking his shirt in the kitchen sink he
returns to resume his place on the floor.  Wet, white cotton sticks
to him, cooling him down.

Justin is *not* going to go googly-eyed at the sight of Lance's
nipples.  He gets up and grabs a sign someone -- probably Joey --
had liked from their last show and uses it to fan Lance.

Lance shivers as the breeze makes his nipples harden.  But he is
cool.  Eyes closed, he murmurs, "Mmm.  Thanks, J."

"You're welcome.  Um.  Do you like doing it, too?  Tying people
up?"

"Dunno.  Never tried it.  It's a lot of trust, though.  I think I'd
be nervous about screwing it up."

"So it's not just you tying someone up and doing whatever you want
to them?"

"No, I mean.  I really trusted the guys I let do that.  I had to
believe that they weren't gonna hurt me or whatever.  Otherwise,
I'd just have been scared and not turned on."

"I trust you," Justin says, quietly, so Lance can ignore it if he
wants.

Lance opens his eyes and looks up at Justin.  "You want me to tie
you up?"

"Yeah, maybe?  The way you described it, it just sounds... hot. 
But more than hot, like maybe it wouldn't matter if I sucked or
whatever, 'cause it'd be you and because I wouldn't have to try to,
y'know, put on a performance if I'm tied up and can't do anything
about it anyway."

Lance smiles slowly.  "Sounds like a good plan.  If I weren't weak
as a colt, I'd be right on that.  Maybe... will you still wanna
when we get better?"

Justin grins at him.  "I asked you.  You never asked me.  Ask me,
Chris or JC?"

"Chris or JC?" Lance repeats dutifully.

"Neither.  Lance."

Lance laughs and reaches out for Justin.  "Come down here."

"I don't wanna make you all hot," Justin says.

"Come down here anyway.  I wanna hold you."

Justin grins and comes down.  "Okay.  You don't have to ask me
twice.  Or, um, more than twice anyway."

Lance laughs.  "I'm glad you decided to meddle with my love life. 
I think it's gonna be interesting from now on."

Justin opens his eyes wide.  "I did no such thing!"

"Sure you did.  But that's okay, I forgive you."

Justin sniffs, but subsides.  "If anyone meddled, it was Chris," he
says, but hey, what is he gonna say?  'I hate you forever for
getting me kinky sex'.  Nuh-uh.

"Right.  Whatever you say, baby."

"Just get well soon, okay?"

"I'll do my best."