Pairing: Lance and Joey
Words: memento; overcast; hiss; drab


Lance hisses.  "Easy!"  Joey's pouring hydrogen peroxide over his
badly skinned knee.  It had seemed like the crowd was calmer, but
as they exited the venue, they'd been mobbed.  Luckily, the damage
isn't too extensive.  Justin's bruised, JC's scratched, Joey's
bruised, Chris is sore and Lance is scraped.  Still, he reaches out
to touch the faint bruise at Joey's hairline, the only physical
reminder of the mob.  "Poor Joey."

"I'm good," Joey tells him.  "Gotten worse wrestling with the freak
over there.

The 'freak' isn't listening to them, instead lying down, groaning
with pain so Justin will wait on him.

Lance rolls his eyes.  "I can't wait til we get to the hotel."

"Yeah," Joey says casually, draping his arm over Lance's leg. 
"That'll be nice."

Lance smolders at Joey.  "I wanna sex you up," he mumbles under his
breath.

Joey grins at him.  "We'll be there soon."

Lance blushes.

"Hey!  Lance!  What're you blushing about?" Justin calls over.

Lance rolls his eyes.  "If you must know, Joey and I are talking
about how we're gonna have sex like monkeys when we get to the
hotel."

"If you didn't wanna say, you didn't have to be a prick about it,"
Justin grumbles, going back to caring for Chris.

Joey grins and whispers into Lance's ear, "Beat me to it.  I was
gonna say the exact same thing."

"Yeah, well, great minds and all."

"Yep."

Lance grins again.

"Y'know, this is one performance I could have done without a
memento of," Lance notes, poking at the edge of the bloody scrapes
on his knee.

Joey's laugh is low and meant only for Lance's ears.  "You sure
about that?"

"Mmm.  I don't mind being sore for a good cause.  But this is
ridiculous."

There's murmurs of agreement from the others.  Joey just keeps his
hand on Lance's leg until they get to the hotel.

There's people waiting for them at the hotel, too, of course. 
People always find out where they're staying, and this time's no
exception.

Lance gets off the bus first.  A girl breaks from the crowd and
rushes forward.  He knows it's stupid, but he steps up to her
instead of letting security do it.  "Leave us alone," he says,
voice soft and cold.  He's distantly stunned as the girl backs up,
eyes wide.  He doesn't try to stop the manic grin from spreading
across his face as they all walk into the building.

Joey wraps an arm around Lance as he catches up to him.  "Not smart
or cool, man," he says quietly.

"Don't care.  I'm not letting anyone I care for get hurt again. 
Not when I can stop it."

Joey shakes his head, but doesn't say anything else.  He's not
happy about what's happening to them here, but he's not ready to
start telling off all their fans, just for being enthusiastic.  As
far as he could tell, the girl was just another fan.  Dangerous in
packs, yeah, and especially if they got a hold of one of them, but
still mostly fans.

In the elevator, Lance droops.  He's so tired, and even though the
girl was clearly pissed, he still feels bad for being mean to her. 
Sometimes he curses being raised right.  Besides, it's not like
anyone else could tell she was intent on something other than an
autograph.

Out of the public eye, Joey pulls Lance closer to him.  "C'mon,
I'll keep you from falling over."

Lance nods.  The elevator drops them at their floor, and Lance
wearily follows Joey.  He doesn't even bother to answer Justin's
questioning look.

"I want Joey to tuck me in, too!" Joey hears as he closes the door
behind them.  He gently pushes Lance in front of him, to sit on the
bed.

Lance sits and kicks off his shoes, then starts to peel off his
jeans.  "Stupid knee."

Joey crouches down in front of him and helps to carefully get the
pants off.

"Thanks, Joey."

"Anytime.  Admit it, though.  You were wanting me to get you out of
your pants anyway."

"Yes, yes I was."

Joey drops Lance's pants on the floor.  "Wanna see if we can get
something sent up for that?  First aid kit?"

Lance sticks out his lower lip.  "You don't wanna kiss it better?"

"You think that'd work?"

"It'd be really gross," Lance says after some internal debate.  He
looks at the nasty scrapes.  "I don't think I want you to have to
do that."

Just for that, Joey does kiss Lance's knee.  Right above the
scrape, yes, but still.

Lance grins.  "You're sweet."

Joey grins at him.  "Yeah.  But it gets better."  He pushes Lance
gently backward onto the bed and kneels over him.  "Much better,"
he says as he takes Lance's mouth.

Lance's arms wrap easily around Joey.  He can't stop smiling, even
when their teeth clack together.

"Dork," Joey says affectionately.  "Gonna laugh at me, or gonna
kiss me?"

"Yes."  Lance kisses Joey.

Joey's wondered about how Lance kisses when he's kissing for real. 
Lance can look like ten thousand kinds of innocent and
mind-your-manners, but Joey's seen him with people he's interested
in -- really interested in, not just status dating -- and Lance has
heavy lidded eyes and a sultry heat that has no kind of innocence
about it.

Joey is a better kisser than everyone else Lance has ever kissed
combined.  Joey makes Lance's spine melt.

"You okay?" Joey asks Lance, pulling back after a long while of
mutual exploration.  He's worried about Lance's knee.

Lance stretches and purrs.  "Better than okay."

"Good."  Joey pulls back to look at Lance, leering a little as he
surveys him.

Lance takes the opportunity to get his shirt and Joey's off.  His
hands settle low on Joey's waist.  And Joey always wears loose
pants, but Lance can't feel any underwear sticking out the top.

"Like what you see?"  Joey surveys Lance, eyes hot.  "'Cause I
like.  A lot."

"I like.  Yes, yes, I do."

"You always this incoherent," Joey asks, stroking Lance's chest
with a careful hand to see what makes Lance shiver, "or is it just
me?"

Lance arches into Joey's hand.  "It's you.  It's always you.  I'm
afraid of saying the wrong thing and waking myself up and finding
out this is all a dream again."

"You dream about me?"  Joey's surprised.  He loves Lance; that's a
constant.  It's just there for him, something that *is*, and bigger
than any want or fantasy.

"Uh huh."

"You got me."

"About time."  Lance grins happily.  "Now.  Would you mind sexing
me up very much?"

Lance is practically naked, just his underwear in the way.  "Just
trying to decide where to start."

Lance laughs and rubs his hands down under Joey's pants.  "Oh, I
think you'll find a good place."

Joey's not wearing any underwear, so Lance's hands are cupping his
ass.  It's a good feeling.  Joey's gonna improve on it though.  He
gets Lance to slide up higher on the bed, then pulls Lance's
underwear down over his hips and off, leaving Lance naked and, for
a moment, alone.  Then he lies back down, half-overlapping Lance
and starts kissing him again while jerking him off.

Lance pants half-words into Joey's mouth as his hands map the
bigger man's body.  He doesn't even try to stop the rhythm his hips
fall into.  He loves Joey's hand on him.  He loves feeling Joey
against him.  He tells Joey so.  "Oh, yeah.  Nice, like that.  Love
the way you feel..."

"You wanna come like this?" Joey asks him.  "Or this could just be
the warm-up."

"I wanna come any way you want me to."  Lance looks up at Joey,
dedication shining through.  "I'm gonna keep you for as long as I
can."

"That's gonna be a long time then," Joey says, and stops.  He
smiles reassuringly at Lance, and then slides down to take Lance's
dick in his mouth.

Lance moans, then stills Joey with his hands.  "Can we do it at the
same time?" he questions breathlessly.

Joey chuckles.  "Yeah.  Oh, yeah."

Lance happily accepts Joey's cock as soon as it's in range.  He's
just as happy to have Joey's mouth back on him.  His dick was
getting cold.

Lance is a lot better at cocksucking than he is.  Lots better. 
Joey can't concentrate at all, and he knows he's doing a shitty
job, but *fuck*.  How's he supposed to focus with that mouth on
him?

Lance likes sucking cock.  It makes him hot.  It gets him off.  So,
yeah, maybe Joey's technique is off.  It only makes Lance hotter to
know he's doing a good job.

Joey swears to himself that he'll make it up to Lance afterward and
pulls his mouth back until just the head of Lance's cock is resting
against his lips and his hand is around the base, letting Lance
jack himself in Joey's grasp.  Joey sure as hell isn't doing it. 
He's moaning and drooling on Lance, though.

Lance whimpers around Joey's cock and lifts his head, taking it all
the way in.  And he comes, moaning hard around Joey's dick.  It's
*so* fucking good.

Joey can't believe it when Lance comes before him.  It's just
impossible, but Lance does and that's freaking hot and it's not
like he isn't a knife's edge away from coming himself.  Nothing in
his mind but sheer need and Lance has got him deep, so deep, that
he's licking 

Lance swallows almost everything before he has to pull back.  The
last spurt marks him across the cheek and he has a momentary
thought that he's glad his eyes are closed.  "Nice," he manages,
and that's so inadequate, but it'll have to do.

Joey crawls back up and sees Lance's cheek.  He licks it clean. 
"Yeah," he says, looking at Lance softly and affectionately.

Lance giggles.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh at me," Joey says, lying down and pulling Lance
to him.  He nuzzles Lance's head.

Lance snuggles under Joey's chin and kisses his neck.  "That was
really good."

Joey snorts.  "That was terrible.  You had me so turned on I was
barely even touching you.  I can do better."

"Okay.  But I'll have to not be sucking you.  I *really* like
sucking cock, Joey."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh.  I'm a cocksucker," Lance says seriously.

"I like the sound of that.  But I wanna get inside you, too."

"Oh.  Oh, yes, that is a *very* good idea.  Let me know when you're
ready again."

Joey laughs.  "Not any time soon.  I just wanna lay here and hold
you and, y'know, keep you.  And keep you safe."

"I think I'd like that lots."

"Okay."

"Yeah."  Lance rubs his nose on Joey's collarbone.  "How's your
head?"

"Good."  He strokes Lance's back contentedly.

Lance lifts his leg up to look at his knee.  It's down to barely
oozing.  "Good."

"You wanna get something on that now?"

Lance sighs.  "I suppose I should."

"Okay."  Joey shifts Lance a little so he can reach the phone.  A
few seconds later, he's talking to Lonnie and it's all set.  "On
its way."

Lance grins and bats his eyes.  "My hero!"

Joey grins back as he puts the phone down.  "Your man."

"Yeah?"

"No?" Joey looks hurt.

"Yes!  I hope.  I want!"

"Then what's the problem?"

"No problem.  That was 'yeah?' like 'yay, can we have the party
now?  did you want a full page ad?'"

"No, but we should tell the guys.  Justin, at least.  Kid's so
clueless about this stuff."

"Well, yeah.  I mean, I thought we were gonna tell them."

Joey shrugs.  "C probably already picked it out of the air or
something.  And Chris'd be upset if we had to tell him, y'know?"

"No, I don't.  But I believe you."

"You'll see," Joey predicts confidently.  "Tomorrow morning, JC'll
give us some kind of 'I'm glad you're gay and together' present,
then Chris'll jump all over us 'cause JC knew before he did, and
Justin'll be asking everyone what's going on."

Lance rolls his eyes.  "Our friends are monkeys."

"And we like them that way."

"Yep."

There's a discreet knock at the door.  Joey gets up, grabs a robe
from the bathroom and answers it.  He returns with a first aid kit. 
"Okay.  Let's make your knee all better."

Lance sits up and offers his knee.  "Y'know, for a day that started
out all drab and overcast, this has been a pretty damn good night."

Joey sits on the edge of the bed and sets out the contents of the
box.  "Yep.  But then, I was spending it with you."

"Awww!"

Joey daubs at Lance's knee with alcohol.  "You know how I feel
about you."

"I love you, Joey," Lance says, tipping Joey's face up to kiss him.

Joey gives him a brief kiss before returning his attention to
Lance's knee.  "Yeah.  An' I love you."

"Can I tell my momma?"

"Tell everybody you want."  Joey gives Lance a gentle smile.  "I'm
not going to be changing my mind."

"Me either."

"'Course, my family already knows," Joey says, spreading the
antiseptic on the scrape.  "'s why Steve isn't here this tour. 
Wouldn't stop giving me hell about it and I didn't want him doing
the same to you."

Lance smiles, hands tangled in Joey's hair.  "Like I said.  My
hero."

Joey grins up at him, fastens on the bandage, and then kisses it. 
"There, all better."

Lance tosses back his head and laughs.

Joey puts the first aid kit away and gets rid of the debris.  Then
he crawls back into bed and tries to swallow that laugh.