Pairing: Justin and Lance
Words: matador; lynch; limelight; bony


"I like your ass best because it's least bony," Justin says,
nodding firmly.  "It's very nice and unbony, like good asses are." 
He downs another shot.  "And that's why I like it.  The unbonyness. 
It's very good.  And yes."

Lance takes another shot, then another for good measure.  "Don't
think I'm drunk enough yet to hear that coming from you."

"But it's true," Justin says earnestly.  But he pours Lance's
little line of glasses full again.

"And if you weren't drunk, you'd never say it."  Lance takes
another two shots and then downs some more water.  The liquor needs
time to get to his brain.

"Well, of course not.  Do you know how dead They'd kill me for
being gayish when I wasn't drunk to write it off?"

Lance nods, setting the water bottle down.  Justin's swaying close
to him.  Lance reaches out to touch him.  He gets cuddlesome when
he's drunk, like he needs to touch people to make sure they're
still real.  "And you've never seen our dicks and never helped
measure everyone's to find out who really had the biggest one."

"No," Justin agrees.  "Oh, They were so mad at me."

Lance scrunches up his nose.  "You *told* someone about that?"

"About what?"  Justin blinks.  "Oh!  No, They were mad at me for
saying I hadn't."

"Okay," Lance says.  "That makes no sense at all."  He takes
another shot.  Maybe it'll make more sense with more alcohol.  "Why
would they be mad at you for being gay *and* mad at you for saying
you hadn't been touching everyone's dicks with a ruler and cussing
out JC for being bendy and having a bendy dick?"

"I'm not supposed to talk about anybody's dick," Justin whispers.

Lance grins at him.  "Dick dick dick dick dick.  Five dicks. 
Touched everybody but Chris's, 'cause he was screaming about you
being a pedophile and molesting him."

"But it doesn't work that way, 'cause I'm the little kid."

"And Chris is how old again?"

"Now?  Thirty-two?"  Justin squints.  "Is this a trick question?"

Lance shakes his head wildly and stops, because, whoa.  Dizzy. 
"Three!" he says loudly.

Justin's eyes go wide.  "No!"  He scrambles to down three shots.

"Three, three, three!" Lance shouts.  Then he cocks his head. 
"He's got an awfully big dick for a three-year-old though."

Justin nods while gasping for breath and wiping his eyes.  There
was whiskey in those glasses!

Lance is feeling a lot looser.  "Wanna see my dick?"

Justin's suddenly crying.  "Yes," he hiccups.

Lance frowns.  He's fairly sure that's not the right response.  The
crying part, that is.  The 'yes' part is good, though.  "That
doesn't sound right."

Justin sniffles.  "I'm not 'lowed."

Lance looks around for hidden cameras.  "How would anyone know?"

Justin stops crying.  "You wouldn't tell?"

"Might tell Joey."

Justin nods.  "Yeah," he says sadly.  "And They'd find out."

"Hey, Justin."

Justin downs a shot.  "Yeah, Lance?"

Lance has already unzipped his pants.  He pulls his dick out. 
"Look!  It's my dick!"

Justin looks.  It's like being on a diet when the dessert cart goes
by.  You just stare.

Lance giggles in that way that basses aren't supposed to giggle,
but that he does a lot when he's well and truly drunk.  "The look
on your face."

Justin nods.  "I want it.  Lots.  So nice."

Lance looks down at his dick, then up at Justin.  He grins and gets
up from his chair, plopping down on Justin and fumbling at his
pants.  "But you've got one of your own!  See?"

Justin bats Lance's hands away.  "I know.  Mine is just boring. 
Because it's not attached to anyone else."

Lance looks down at his own dick.  "They don't attach to multiple
people."

"But I like the ones attached to other people better."

"Mine's attached to me.  Am I other people?"

"You are.  But I'm not allowed.  Not the ones attached to other
people."  Justin's staring, though.  "God, you have a nice dick."

"Yep!" Lance says proudly.

Justin reaches out and lets his fingers hover over Lance's dick.

Lance presses his dick into Justin's hand.

Justin gasps.

Lance leans back and watches Justin's face, eyes half-lidded.

"I didn't touch it, it touched me," Justin says helplessly.  Still,
his hand curls around and strokes.

"Mm-hmm," Lance agrees.

"Does it like me?" Justin whispers.

"Uh-huh.  Lots and lots and lots."

"That much?"

"More."

Justin leans forward and puts it in his mouth.

"Lots and lots and lots," Lance repeats, petting Justin's head.

Justin's sort of sloppy-drunk, so it's a messy, enthusiastic
blowjob.  He likes Lance an awful lot.  Lance's dick is just an
added benefit.  He stops before Lance comes and asks, "Can I sleep
with you?"

"Moron," Lance says, and moves his hips to wave his dick in
Justin's face.

Justin takes that as a 'No, now finish or I'll make you.'  He sighs
and goes back to the blowjob.  They always say no.

Lance sighs happily when Justin goes back to sucking him.  Drunk
mouth.  The best to fuck.

Justin swallows because it's Lance and he knows Lance is clean. 
Plus, it's just polite.

Lance grins and pulls Justin forward.  "Fuck me," he says, sucking
at Justin's neck.  "Attach your dick to me."

Justin reaches down and touches his dick.  "It's broken," he
declares.

"It is?" Lance asks, alarmed.  He pushes Justin back and moves down
his body.  "Where?"

Justin touches it, rubbing.  It stays not-hard-enough.  "See?  It's
drunk."

"Uh-huh," Lance says, and licks it just to make sure.  Sometimes
they surprise you, dicks do.

Justin moans and slowly leans back.  "Lance..."

Lance hums inquisitively as he wraps his mouth around Justin's
dick.  Not-hard dicks fit a lot easier in the mouth.  And they're
just as much fun to suck.  Lance is all about the interpersonal
contact when he's happy and floaty like this.

Justin is happy, until he thinks about how stupid it is for his
dick not to work when he's only twenty-fucking-two, and he's
already impotent and stupid and.  Well.  He reaches down and stops
Lance.  "'s okay.  No more.  Please."

Lance snorts, displeased at losing his playtoy, but comes back up,
plastering himself over Justin's body.  "Dunno why you shouldn't
have all the dick you want," he says.  "Nothing to lynch anyone
over.  Dick is good!  We want dick!"

Justin nods and rubs Lance's back.  "You're like a matador, all
standing there all daring people to try to kill you.  And they
can't, because you're just that good, and I kinda admire you and
love that."

"Nope," Lance says, nipping at Justin's collarbone.  He likes the
feel of his teeth against Justin's skin.  Not biting, just kind of
scraping.  "Not daring.  'm not in the limelight.  Nobody cares if
I like dick.  But," he raises laughing eyes to Justin, "it's still
good."

"I care," Justin whispers.  "And I don't like limelight.  I
miss..."

"Miss what?"  Lance's eyes are closed more often than they're open. 
He's got his hand in Justin's open pants, splayed over one bare
hip.

"I miss being part of something."  Justin shrugs.  He feels almost
sober, which will change as soon as he tries to move.  "My own
fault."  Lance is a heavy weight at his side.  "Hey, you wanna move
to a bed?"

Lance opens an eye.  "Do we have to walk?  Or dance?"

"No.  We could crawl.  Or, if you can stand up, I can carry you."

"Crawl!" Lance announces definitely.  "We need to show the carpet
what real dicks look like!"

"Okay."  So they crawl.  Even though Justin is usually the only one
on this bus, it has two separate bunks.  They're both great big
things.  "Here, you can have this one."  He pats the side of the
bed.  "It's all nice and clean."

Lance squints.  "Okay."  He climbs in and lies down, not bothering
to undress further or pull the covers over himself.

Justin kneels up and gently pulls the blankets over Lance.  "Good
night."

Lance opens his eyes.  "Where're you going?"

Justin points.  "The other bed."

"You don't like my dick anymore?"

"No, I didn't say that.  It's real nice," Justin insists.  "Did you
want me to get you off again?"

"Moron."  Lance turns to Justin, trying to pull him onto the bed. 
"C'mere."

Justin slides into the bed and down low, pushing the blanket away
from Lance's hips.

"What're you doing?" Lance asks.

Justin frowns.  "Sucking you off?  Did you want to fuck me
instead?"

"Nope.  Wanna go to sleep.  With you.  Now."

"You didn't want to before.  I mean... I asked."  Justin's so
confused.  He thinks he should just shut up and sleep with Lance,
though, since that's what he wanted anyway.

"Did not."

Justin frowns, but doesn't reply.  He lays against Lance instead. 
"I can stay?" he asks, just to be sure.

Lance rolls into Justin, wrapping an arm over him.  "Stay.  Or I'll
show you my dick again."

"But I should leave, then," Justin says in distress.

"Go t'sleep," Lance says.

Justin closes his eyes.  "Okay, Lance."

Lance hums with satisfaction and lets himself pass out.

Justin shrugs and resolves to enjoy it while it lasts.