Pairing: Lance and Justin
Words: confide; gallop; gleaming; metaphysics


So, anyway, the thing was, Justin knew not to touch any of Lance's
computer stuff.  Usually, Lance was pretty good about keeping it
all umbilically attached to him anyway, but only a real weirdo took
his computer to the bathroom with him, and Justin needed to know,
right then, what exactly they were going to be doing on Tuesday.

Apparently, Lance was going to be doing him, because that was what
the calendar on his personal organizer said -- 9 p.m., Seduce
Justin.

He double-checked the entry, just to make sure it said what he
thought it said.  Yep.  Still "Seduce Justin".  Not too many ways
to read that either.  It wasn't like it was ambiguous.

So Lance was going to seduce him on Tuesday.  Justin wondered if he
should wear something sexy for the occasion.  Nah.  Didn't want to
intimidate Lance, after all.

****

Really, the news was too good to keep to himself.  So he confided
in Chris, who stared at him, then laughed himself sick.

"Lance?  Our Lance?  Has scheduled a date to seduce *you*?"

"It's not a date.  And what's so funny about Lance wanting to do
me?  I'm sexy, yo."

Chris snorted again, then sputtered, choking on the words. 
"Schedule."  He laughed.  "'Seduce Justin'.  Free time.  Be
spontaneous now.  Lance."  He howled with laughter, clutching his
sides.

Justin scowled at him, and gave up on Chris.  He went to find JC
instead, who would at least not laugh.  'Course, that was usually
what he liked about Chris, that he could make a joke out of
anything.

So he went to JC, and let JC tell him about the metaphysics of
relationships and how this signified that he really meant something
to Lance, although it wasn't the kind of thing that Chris could
understand because Chris wasn't tied to conventional restraints of
time and space.

It didn't make much sense, but no one went to JC for sense.  They
went to JC because he was good at wrapping himself around people
and holding them, whether or not anything he *said* actually made
them feel better.

****

Justin spent a lot of time between then and Tuesday sneaking
glances at the newly intriguing Lance, trying to see if he could
detect any hint of this previously unsuspected longing for the
Timberlake experience.  But gleaming teeth and wonky eyes aside,
Lance was still the most normal, boring guy Justin knew, which
wasn't saying much, he supposed, because what did he know from
normal?

Boring.  Anal.  Obsessive compulsive.  Thought country music was
cool.

And looking kinda hot these days, with how buff he was now.  Too
hot to be hunched over a computer all the time.  Just hot enough to
be pressed down, ridden hard and put away wet.  And maybe he
shouldn't be thinking about Lance and horses and galloping, but
there was something about his smooth flanks... Justin licked his
lips.

He really wanted to say screw the schedule, but he knew Lance, and
JC was right.  Time and control, these were important things to
Lance.  And since getting laid by Lance was becoming important to
Justin, he was going to have to deal with that.

At least until 9 p.m. on Tuesday.