Pairing: Lance and Chris
Words: hanky code; heart; malleable; hissing


Lance sidles back from the dunk tank, heart beating hard as he
looks around for an escape.  If he doesn't get away soon, Justin's
going to throw him right in the damn thing.

"Ah ah ah," Chris says, catching him up.  "And where do you think
*you're* going?"

"Chris, please, please don't let them throw me in there," Lance
begs.  "I'll give you my firstborn."

"Were you ever planning on having children?" Chris asks, then
shakes his head.  "Don't try distracting me with begging, Bass. 
With what you're wearing, it's a service to people everywhere to
throw you in."

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

Chris grins at him.  "Absolutely nothing, baby.  White T-shirts and
shorts are exactly right.  Gonna go absolutely see through, if you
know what I mean."

Lance is desperate.  "Chris, please.  I'll give you anything you
want.  Just help me *hide*!"

"Anything?"  Chris' eyebrows raise.  "Hmm.  Wet Bass or anything I
want.  Decisions, decisions."

"Chris!"  Justin's getting closer, Lance can hear him.

"C'mon."  Chris grabs Lance's arm and pulls him in the direction of
the tents.

Lance follows in Chris's wake, stumbling but never falling.

"Excuse me, ladies," Chris says ducking into one.  "I just needed
to borrow some supplies for a friend of mine who showed up
unfortunately without the proper attire."  Most of the 'ladies' in
question don't have Adam's apples *quite* as prominent as Lance's,
but at least one of them titters.

Lance blinks and grins stupidly.  He probably looks drunk.  "Chris. 
What did you get me into?" he asks through his smile.

"Nothing yet, but if you put on this, and this," he smiles thanks
at the well-endowed brunette helping him, "we'll have you into a
dress just like you've always wanted."

"Oh, God."  But Lance pulls on everything Chris shoves at him.

Chris smiles at him once he's dressed.  "Very nice.  Now we just
need to do something about the hair--"

"And makeup," the 'woman' beside him says.  She eyes Lance
critically.  "Sit down here, dear."

Lance does, his playful spirit catching up.  He smiles and bats his
eyes and waits as directed.

"Such lovely skin," the woman coos.

Chris keeps a watch on the tent flap.

Lance blinks at Chris.  "Is he out there?"

"Nope.  But don't worry, baby, I won't let the big mean man get
you."  Chris pretends to beat his chest.

When the makeup is done, Lance stands, a little unsteady in low
heels.  "Well?  How do I look?  There's no mirror handy."

Chris wolf-whistles.  "Sexy mama."

The woman who'd been helping them laughs.  "She's very pretty."

Lance rolls his eyes.  "I probably look like I did for that video." 
Meaning hideous.  "But, yeah, he'll never expect me to be dressed
like this."

Chris offers Lance his arm.  "*And* he's probably got someone
watching the exits.  Like this, you're just some hot chick I'm
taking home with me."

The other woman flutters her eyelashes at him.  "If you want
company, honey, you just need to ask."

Chris laughs.  "Oh, no.  You're entirely too much woman for me. 
This one's already almost more than I can handle."

Lance shivers, pressing closer to Chris's side.  "This one's taken,
ma'am," he says politely but firmly.  Then he kisses Chris full on
the lips.

Chris kisses back eagerly.

Lance stops controlling the kiss, inviting Chris to take over.  To
Lance's delight, he does.

"Sexy baby," Chris mutters.

"Chris!" Justin shouts as he sees him.  "Is this where you've been
all this time?  I need help, man."

"Busy, Infant.  Go away."

Lance keeps his face down, afraid to test the makeup.

"You're not busy.  You're macking on a chick."

Lance giggles.

"A very hot chick," Chris says, kissing Lance again and putting his
arm around him protectively.  "In fact, way too hot for me to be
standing around here gabbing with you.  See you later."

Justin looks suspiciously at the girl when she giggles, then around
at the other 'women' in the tent.  "Chris!" he says with dawning
horror.  "You can't!  She's not a woman, she's a..."

Lance grins, dimpling at Justin.

"A lady," Chris says firmly as the general tone in the tent grows
ugly.  "Now go away before I have to defend everyone's womanly
honor from you, you masher."

There's a general chorus of giggles to that.  The woman who'd
helped them before kisses the top of Chris' head.  "You sure are a
sweet one, honey.  You really taken?"

Chris looks at Lance.  "I'm working on it."

Lance flushes a little and smiles at the woman.  He tries not to
let his triumph shine too brightly.

"Now," Chris says, sweeping grandly by Justin, Lance on his arm,
"if you'll excuse us, we'll be going."

Lance does his best not to trip, and manages all the way to the
car, where he finally stumbles off the shoes.  "Darn."

Chris laughs and sweeps him up.  Then oofs.  "God, you're heavy. 
In the car with you.  Um.  Could you open the door, please?"

Lance does.  "Chris, I... okay.  Put me down."  Chris does, into
the car.  Lance flushes a little.  "Uh.  Thanks.  You okay?"

Chris drops Lance's shoes in after him.  "Just dandy, my lovely."

Lance grins.  "Chris?  You're silly."

Chris slides into the driver's side.  "But I got you out of there,
now didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did.  My prince."

"That I am.  So.  My place or yours?"

"Either is good for me."

Chris waggles his eyebrows as he backs out of the parking spot. 
"Just thought you might like to slip into a little something more
comfortable, that's all."

Lance shrugs.  "This is actually pretty comfortable."

Chris licks his lips.  "Then my place it is."

Lance watches Chris drive.  It seems to take no time at all for
them to reach Chris's house.

Chris gives Lance a look when the car stops and hurries around to
open the door for him.

Lance rolls his eyes, but steps out of the car without saying
anything about the action.  "So, yeah.  Thanks again."

"Anything for you, fair lady," Chris says and holds out his arm
again.

Lance takes it and allows himself to be steered inside.  "Chris? 
What's going on?"

"Well, there was this thing where you didn't want to get all wet
for Justin, so you suborned me into helping you, malleable
impressionable person that I am, and now you're at my house for
nefarious and lecherous purposes."

"I'm in a dress.  And you're treating me like a girl.  And I kinda
like it."

"And you have a really pretty giggle."

"That's what I mean!" Lance says.  They're finally in the house and
he gets a wine cooler out of Chris's fridge before sitting on a
barstool.  "I'm not a girl.  But... huh."  He frowns a little and
takes a drink.

"But you have secret and hitherto unforeseen desires to be treated
like a princess?"

"Maybe?  But just by you."

Chris smiles at him and steps forward, setting his beer down on the
counter.  He moves into Lance's personal space and starts taking
out hairpins.  "But you look better with your own hair."

Lance reaches out, stopping Chris.  "I wanna see, first."  There's
a mirror in the hall and he goes there to look at himself.  A
redhead looks back.  A pretty one.  Lance is shocked.  "Whoa."

Chris comes up behind him and loops his arms around Lance's waist
from behind.  "A fairy tale princess."

"Maybe a lady-in-waiting," Lance replies, regaining his composure.

"You're pretty."

"I should be disappointed in this fact."

"Why's that?"

"Boys don't wanna be pretty, they wanna be handsome."

Chris lets him go.  "You can take a shower upstairs," he says,
walking back to the counter.  "I've probably got stuff that'll fit
you."

Lance follows Chris.  "I want you to think I'm pretty."

Chris looks up.  "I do.  Never you worry about *that*."

Lance walks closer.  "Wanna show me it's okay to be pretty?"

Chris puts the beer down again.  "And how am I supposed to do
that?"

Lance smiles nervously and kisses Chris again.

Chris pulls Lance in closer and kisses him back.  Little kisses on
his lipsticked mouth.  "What're you so afraid of?"

"Being hated," Lance whispers.

"Not by me," Chris whispers back, holding him gently.  "Not ever by
me."

Lance kisses Chris again.  "Okay.  Um.  Take me to bed?  I-if you
want?"

Chris grins at him.  "I want."  He draws Lance back in again for
another kiss first though.

Lance is quite happy with this, standing between Chris's legs and
kissing sweetly.  And then passionately.  And then nastily.  But
it's all so good.

Chris pulls his mouth away from Lance's and leans his forehead
against the other man's, giggling.  "I just thought of what we can
do to Justin to make up for this."

"What's that?"

"There's like this hanky code for gay men.  To discreetly pick up
on other gay men.  I wanna find out what the one is for liking drag
queens.  Maybe black drag queens.  And then convince him to wear
all his bandannas that color."

Lance snickers.  "Cool.  You're evil.  I like that in a man."

"And you look good in a dress.  I like that in a man."

Lance smiles.  "Oh, yeah?"

Chris nods.  "Oh, yeah."  He tries to pick Lance up again with the
intention of carrying him up the stairs a la Rhett Butler with
Scarlett O'Hara, then almost immediately sets Lance back on his
feet again, hissing in pain.  "Okay.  So I like the whole treating
you like a woman thing, but I'm not macho enough to pull it off. 
Forgive me?"

Lance kisses Chris softly.  "Please don't try.  I don't want you
hurt."

"Damn, you're sweet.  C'mon."

Lance grins and tugs Chris to his feet.  "Hurry, I don't want this
hot guy to change his mind."

Chris doesn't let go of Lance's hand once he's up.  "Oh, don't
worry.  It's not like he's fighting very hard to get away."

Lance laughs and lets Chris lead him to a bedroom.

Chris takes Lance to his bedroom and lays him down on the bed with
tender consideration, then sits down beside him, like Lance is
something delicate and beautiful, something fragile and to be
cherished.  He brushes hair back from Lance's forehead, from where
it's falling out from under the wig.  Just a few tendrils, where
he'd pulled out the hairpins.

Lance raises his hands and starts on the other pins, watching Chris
watch him.  It's amazing.  They'd all kinda wondered how he caught
Dani.  If this is it, she was a fool to leave.

"Let me," Chris says, pulling Lance's hands back and kissing each
one before putting them down.  He starts removing hairpins very
carefully.

Lance blinks.  "You're really, really... tender."

Chris' hands pause.  "You don't like it?"

"I like it a lot.  Makes me feel sweet and special."

Chris returns to what he was doing, smiling now.  "You trying to
tell me you're not?  Because I don't believe a word of it."

"I'm not.  But I'm glad you think I am."

Chris puts a finger on Lance's lips.  The lipstick is already
mostly gone, not that Lance needs it.  Not that he needs anything
extra as far as Chris is concerned.  "Yeah, well, you are, and I'm
not going to listen to anyone say otherwise.  Not even you."

"Okay," Lance says, then sucks Chris's finger into his mouth.

"On the other hand, you're not exactly innocent either, and you're
gonna have to stop that or I might pull your hair."

Lance stops reluctantly.  "If you say so."

"Let me take care of you.  Just this once."  Chris' eyes are intent
and maybe -- but only a little, really -- pleading.

"Please do," Lance replies.

Chris smiles at him and finishes getting Lance free of hairpins. 
He runs his fingers carefully under the edges of the wig, making
sure he hasn't missed any, and then lifts it off.  He runs his
fingers through Lance's sweaty hair, scrunching his scalp.

Lance sighs happily.  "Feels good.  God, wigs are hot."

Chris laughs.  "Yeah.  That's never a fun feeling.  It's like ants
crawling all over after a while."

"Uh huh.  Ew.  Bugs."

Chris kisses the tip of his nose.  "Better now though?" he asks
softly, framing Lance's face with his hands.

"Uh huh."

Chris kisses Lance again, and this time it's soft and sweet, with
just a hint of tongue until Lance's mouth parts, and then Chris
still holds back, only tasting him.

Lance smiles, because this is like being sixteen again.

"What're you laughing at?  Do I suck that much?"

"Not laughing.  Just happy, baby."

"Yeah?  'Cause I'm thinking about getting my hand up under your
skirt and whether I'm gonna get slapped."  Chris grins at him.

"Nope.  I can guarantee that you're not."

"Good," Chris says, lying down next to Lance.  He reaches down and
smooths a hand up one bare thigh.

Lance lets his legs fall apart a little, watching Chris's eyes
change as his hand moves.

Lance is breathing quietly, like breathing too loud will break the
spell.  Chris can understand that.  He can feel the pull of the
fantasy behind this, the spell that's settled over them.  His hand
curves over Lance's hip.  "It's not just now, you know.  That I
think you're pretty.  It's not a new thing."

Lance wraps his hand around the back of Chris's neck. "Ditto."

"You think I'm pretty?" Chris asks, smiling.

"Yeah, sometimes.  The rest of the time you're so hot I can't tell
if you're still pretty or not."

"Not," Chris informs him solemnly as he slides Lance's skirt up. 
"By the way," he says, ducking out from under Lance's hand and
moving slowly down his body.  "I believe in ladies first."

Lance's eyes widen.  "Chris, oh my."

Chris has nothing he can say.  His mouth is busy.

Lance moans, pressing up into Chris's mouth in tiny motions. 
"Nice, baby, so nice, so good."

Not all ladies like what Chris does next, but Lance surely does. 
He wonders suddenly whether Lance would wear silk panties if he got
them for him.  It's a sexy thought.

Lance's breath catches and he's aware that he could come at any
second -- and that it's completely under Chris's control.

Chris doesn't stop.  He said 'ladies first' and he meant it.  Of
course, if Lance really was a girl, then he could go again after
this.  But it's still fun.

Lance is coming.  And Chris is swallowing.  And Lance can *feel* it
and *hear* it and.  Um, yes, very much of the sexy.

Chris spends some extra time down there before coming up to smile
at Lance.  He blankets Lance with his body, careful not to rest too
much of his weight on him.  "That work for you, baby?"  He touches
Lance's face carefully.

"Uh huh," Lance replies breathlessly.  He's smiling uncontrollably
and he can't help kissing Chris over and over again.

Chris kisses him back, utterly enthralled.

Lance only stops when he can't taste himself in Chris's mouth any
more.  "Hi."

"Hi," Chris says quietly.  He can't stop his fingers from stroking
Lance's cheek nor his lips from touching Lance's skin over and over
again, reverentially.

Lance reaches down, stroking Chris's cock through his pants.  "Your
turn?" he suggests.

"Only if you want.  I was brought up not to take advantage of
ladies."

"I want you," Lance says simply.

Chris' eyes spark.  "I'll try to make it good for you," he says,
pulling away.

"It'll be good for me, just 'cause it's you, Chris."

"You're the sweetest thing."  Chris reaches for a condom and
lubricant.

"No, you are."

"Me?  I'm the guy who seduced you up here for immoral purposes and
who's about to debauch you, my beauty."

"Exactly."

Chris lets his slick fingers slide inside of Lance.  "Not sweet,
baby.  I'm a bad, bad man."

"Mmm, then why do you make me feel so good?"

"Because you're already good," Chris says as he pulls his hand back
and gets the condom on.  "'s why Justin wanted you, too."

"Justin doesn't want me.  He wants to be mean to me."

"So he learned about romance from me.  He's pulling your hair and
running away."

"You're not pulling my hair."

"Don't need to, do I?  I already have you."  He positions himself
just on the edge of Lance's entrance and meets his eyes, silently
asking for permission.

Lance lifts up against Chris, urging him forward.

Chris goes, sheathing himself slowly.

Lance lets out his held breath when Chris is all the way in.  "Very
nice," he murmurs.  "Oh, nice."

"Feels so good, baby," Chris says, holding himself still.  "Okay?"

"Better than okay," Lance purrs back.  His legs lift higher around
Chris's chest.  "Real good."

Chris turns his head to kiss the inside of Lance's thigh.  "You
are."  Then he starts moving.  Slowly, at first, so as to let Lance
get used to the sensation, then gradually faster.

Lance isn't gonna get hard again so quickly, no matter how
incredibly sexy Chris is.  But it's still very nice to be held and
have Chris inside him.  Lance murmurs praise and endearments to
Chris.  It's also nice to be able to watch without his own urgency
clouding his eyes.

Chris can't speak.  Speech is beyond him, but he hears Lance and he
wants him.  He's got his eyes closed and there's really nothing in
his world but Lance's voice and the feel of Lance around him.  He
feels the same sense of urgency he always felt with Dani, like he
was imposing on her, taking something away and so he needs to
finish quickly so she can get on with what she was doing and he can
worship her for giving him anything at all.

Lance slows Chris down, tightening his thighs.  "I wanna feel you
for forever.  Please, baby, let me feel you."

"But 'm almost there, baby," Chris says, and he is, because Lance
is hot and tight.

"I want you in me forever," Lance whispers.  "Come in me, then. 
Make me feel you."

Chris can't hold back any longer.  He does, gasping for breath.  He
almost collapses on Lance, and then remembers to move away, and lie
down next to his side.  "Beautiful," he says, when he's lying
there.  "Wonderful."  He kisses Lance's shoulder, where the dress
has slipped to one side.  "Thank you so much."

Lance sits up just long enough to toss the dress and bra aside. 
Then he lays facing Chris.  "The pleasure was all mine."

Dressless and wigless, all that remains of the illusion are traces
of makeup on Lance's face.  Chris is kinda sad that the other Lance
is gone.  But not so sad as to refuse the offer to cuddle up
against Lance.  He pulls the other man close.  "Mine, too."

Lance snuggles with his head against Chris's chest.  "Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I keep you?"

Chris' hands still, then go back to stroking Lance's back.  "If you
want to.  You'll just get tired of me, though."

"I don't think I will."  Lance sighs.  "You think I'm pretty, and
you make me feel pretty.  I don't think I'd ever get tired of that. 
Plus, you make me laugh."

"Yeah, well.  I didn't say I was gonna get tired of you."

"Mmm."

Chris sighs.  "What?"

"You're stuck with me now," Lance says.  "You're my prince.  And
I'm one of those stubborn, annoying princesses that won't leave."

"Yeah?" Chris says hopefully, then disguises it with a grumble. 
"Pain in the neck princesses."

"Yeah, yeah.  But I'll wear pretty things for you and make you
pies."

"Silk panties?" Chris asks.

"Sure, if you want.  But, uh.  The kind made for girls?  I don't
know if those'd fit real well.  So, maybe just here at home?"

Chris' eyes widen.  He hadn't even thought about that.  "Silk
teddys under your clothes?"

Lance considers that.  "Um.  I'm not sure how a teddy's made, but
we can try it."

"I think I'll just start slobbering on you now.  Avoid the rush."

Lance giggles.

"You think I'm joking," Chris says, growling, and starts mouthing
Lance's neck.

Lance moans softly.  "No, I don't.  Just... had this picture of
me... wandering around the house in a teddy and a robe all
evening."

Chris moans and rests his head against Lance.  "You're gonna kill
me with your hotness.  Why didn't you ever let anyone know you're
such a kinky kinda guy?"

"I'm... I'm not usually.  It's just how you make me feel."

"Kinky, or like a girl?"

"Both."'

"Like a really hot girl, though, right?"

"Uh.  Yeah, when you touch me.  Yeah."

They lie there in silence for a while.  Chris doesn't stop touching
Lance.  Abruptly, Chris says, "It's not like I think you're less of
a man or anything.  In case you're thinking that."

"I was hoping you wouldn't.  And I'm not gonna be girly when we're
not alone.  I just can't."  Lance curls closer to Chris.  "Only for
you."

"Why?" Chris asks softly.  "You did today.  You seemed to like it."

"What if someone found out?  They'd use it to hurt me, and that's
not fun.  I want to be able to be happy with it.  You make me
happy."

Chris nods.  "Okay.  That's a good reason.  But we'd be able to get
away with it.  We've gotten away with weirder."

"Justin'd be mean to me.  And Joey.  And... okay, maybe not JC. 
But I don't want to fight for the right to enjoy it with you.  I
just wanna do it."

"Whatever you want, baby."

Lance flushes.  "So, um.  You... you really liked how I looked?"

Chris grins.  "You're a hot babe."  After a second, Chris adds. 
"But, um.  Yeah.  Hot and all, but it wasn't that.  It was how
fragile you were.  Like you needed me to take care of you."

"You wanna take care of me?" Lance asks, completely serious.

Chris feels the blush down to his toes.  "Yeah.  It was, like... as
long as you were a girl, or looked like a girl, whichever, it was
okay.  And I liked doing that.  For you."

Lance looks at Chris for a long moment.  "D'you think maybe I can
be like that again?  No matter what I'm wearing?"

"You'd *want* to be?"

"Yes."

"Oh."  Chris can't quite believe it.  In his experience, not even
real girls want to be treated like that.  Not the way Chris treats
them.  Dani'd told him he was kinda creepy about it.

Lance is completely flustered now.  "Is that okay?"

"Yeah.  Yeah, it's very okay with me."

"Oh.  Good."  Lance beams.  "Um.  And in case you didn't know, I
kinda love you."

"Yeah, well.  I like you, too.  A little bit."

"Well, too bad.  I'm gonna fall in love with you anyway, jerk." 
Lance grins again.

Chris grins, reassured.  He isn't sure how to deal with Lance right
now, as a girl or as a guy.  The insult settles it though.  Guy. 
Definitely guy.  "I suppose I can't stop you, so you might as
well."

"Good deal."

Chris smiles when Lance tucks his cold feet under Chris' calves. 
"Go to sleep, baby," he 

Lance sighs, "My hero."

"My princess."