Pairing: Joey and Lance
Words: glamour; evaporate; cardigan; thrust


Joey had every intention of making it back across the dance floor
from the bar to Lance with their drinks, but they all evaporated
when a pretty girl in a cardigan smiled at him and thrust her
breasts against him.

He smiled big and her and gave her one of the drinks. He had a
thing for sweaters.

"You're Joey, right?" she asked, pressing against him to talk into
his ear.

The glamorous life of a pop star. He couldn't wait until they got
really well-known in the States and there really were women falling
at his feet. He wrapped his arm around her and discreetly slipped
his fingers under her waistband. No panties. Oh, yeah, he was
getting laid tonight.

****

Lance narrowed his eyes and frowned at the crowd. Was Joey dancing
with a girl? He was. And she was holding a glass. Lance's glass.

He scowled.

Joey Fatone, horndog extraordinaire, had struck again, despite
having promised Lance that this would be a guys' night out. Despite
that the two of them were sharing a room. Despite Lance's plans to
get Joey really drunk, take him back to the room and see whether he
really was straight, bi, or just willing to have sex with anything.

Oh, yeah. There was no way he was getting laid tonight.