Pairing: Chris and Lance
Words: handcuffs; Making the Video; bite; morbid


Chris has fantasies.  Lots of fantasies.  They even involve
handcuffs and episodes of 'Making The Video'.  They just also
happen to involve him naked and someone else as the costar other
than a grim-faced JC.  Grim JCs are dangerous.

"I didn't mean to," he says.

"You always say things like that.  Like how you're sorry.  And it
always happens again.  It's going to take a long time for makeup to
cover up that bitemark, and it wasn't very nice either."

"But it was funny."

"No, Chris.  It wasn't."  JC gives him another dark look.  "We'll
come back for you when we need you."

The door closes with a final clunk.  Lance waits a few minutes
before unlocking it and sneaking in.

Chris looks up.  "Lance."

"Hi."

"You pissed at me, too?"

"Not really."

"Oh."  Chris brightens.  "Then will you let me go?"

"I can't do that, Chris."

"Why not?"

"JC'd be mad at me."

"It was just a joke," Chris says.

"Really?"  Lance sits down, waiting for Chris's answer.

"Uh huh.  I thought it'd be funny."

"Why?"

"Biting's not always funny?  Plus, y'know.  Hickeys.  On MTV."

"You think it's funny?"  Lance raises an eyebrow.

"Lance..." Chris says warningly as his finely tuned instincts for
trouble start going off.

Lance moves over to Chris.  He bends close and studies the other
man's face and neck with morbid fascination.  It's a good thing
Chris is already handcuffed in the chair.

"Lance, you don't wanna do this.  Really.  Seriously.  You don't
even *like* me."

Lance doesn't answer, just chooses a spot and proceeds to make the
biggest, darkest, most realistic hickey he can manage.

Chris keeps pleading until Lance's lips touch his neck.  What
happens next is something he can't control.  And, okay, so maybe he
bites people in hopes that someday somebody will catch a clue and
return the favor, but he didn't expect Lance and he didn't expect
such enthusiastic and *devoted* attention.

Chris moans.

Lance smiles a little, but doesn't stop.

Chris is mostly slack under Lance's mouth, except his hips, which
are dancing up, like they somehow expect the party to head south.

Lance hears JC in the hall.  He stops.  "Time to go on the air."

"Lance--"

"Yes?"

Chris' brain and his dick catch up with reality.  No more
sucky-sucky.  "Bastard."

Lance smiles.  "But it's *funny*, right Chris?"

"No," Chris says bitterly.  "It isn't.  You're a fucking tease."

"Oh?  But you *said* it was funny, Chris."

"Yeah, but I just bit Justin.  I didn't leave him a horny,
trembling shadow of a man."

"Right.  Show time."  Lance unlocks Chris and heads for the door. 
He pauses before leaving.  "Oh, and Chris?  I never tease."

Chris gets yelled at for jumping on top of Lance and noogying him,
thus messing up his precious hair.  But he gets to sneak a quick
bump and grind and a couple whispered promises about what he's
going to do when this is over and they aren't both exhausted before
they pull him off.

JC's shaking his head and looking meaningfully at Lance, but Chris
doesn't care.  Not at all.

He's getting laid and good, once this is over and both of them have
energy to walk again.