Pairing: Lance and Chris
Words: trailer trash; inject; perimeter; chrome


Lance climbs on board the bus.  "I don't care which one of you
goes, but one of you is going over to ride with Joey."

"Why?"

Lance drops his bag with an air of finality.  "Cheesecake."

"I like cheesecake," JC says.

"Fine.  You go."

"Why?"

Lance rolls his eyes and sits down.  "I can't take the temptation. 
First, it was the cheese bread, then it was the spaghetti with
meatballs and then it was the truffles."

"Why won't Joey let you eat them?"

Lance gives JC a disbelieving look.  "Joey has absolutely no
problem stuffing me with all of it.  The *problem* is that if I eat
even a fraction of the sugar and fat he's trying to inject into my
bloodstream, I'm not going to be able to stand up, much less fit
into my pants."

"You're too skinny," Chris says.

"I'm just the right size to fit into my costumes."

"We'll get you new ones," JC promises.

"And you're all totally missing the point.  I don't *want* to eat
any of that."

Chris sighs.

Justin hits Chris.  "C'mon, JC, lets go eat all that good,
fattening food."  JC agrees happily, and they switch busses.

Lance watches them go.  "Huh.  I would've sworn you'd be the one to
relieve Joey of all that extra food."

Chris's mouth twists.  "Yeah, because I can afford to gain a
quarter inch.  Why, Bass, my costumes won't fit."

"It wasn't supposed to be an insult.  I just meant, you'd probably
care less."

"Hmm."  On the TV, Chris's little man dies.  "Fuck."

"What?"

"My dude died."

"Oh."  Lance opens his bag and pulls out his laptop.

Chris turns off the TV.  Lance hates distractions when he's
working.  He can still work, but it annoys him and makes him pissy
and upset with himself for being pissy.

Lance doesn't notice for quite a while that the TV's off.  It's the
absence of noise that eventually alerts him.  He looks up and sees
that it's off.  He smiles at Chris.  "Hey, you didn't have to do
that for me.  It's your bus."

"It's fine," Chris says.

"Seriously," Lance says.  "I can do this any time.  I'm just trying
to find something to do.  I don't need to do it right now."

Chris just shrugs.  Lance's nifty little chrome-plated laptop
hasn't closed an inch.

Chris drives him crazy.  Lance much prefers Joey's way of
communicating.  If Joey has a problem, he says it.  If he doesn't
say anything, he doesn't have a problem.  Chris, on the other hand,
is a pain in the ass.  Lance shuts down his laptop and puts it
away.

Chris frowns a little, but doesn't move.  Maybe Lance has a
migraine.  He stops working then.

"All done.  Feel free to play."  Lance gets up and heads to the
bathroom.  It's about the only place to go to give Chris some
privacy to make his own decision in the matter.

Chris finds the remotes and puts them on the couch for Lance.  He
doesn't feel much like playing.  He heads back to his bunk to read. 
At least Lance won't tease him about it.  Too much.

When Lance comes out, he expect to hear the TV.  But it's quiet. 
He looks through the front of the bus.  No Chris.  He comes back,
and there's Chris, lying quietly in his bunk with a book.

So Chris wants to be alone.  Lance should respect that.  He should
definitely not feel like it's his fault, or like he's somehow
coercing Chris into hiding on his own bus.

He nods at Chris and heads back forward.

Chris nods back.  "Did you read-- oh.  Never mind."  He hadn't
noticed that Lance was already walking away.

Lance returns quickly.  "Did I read what?" he asks.

"The, uh, Harry Potter books.  All my sisters read them, and my
mom.  I'm trying to catch up."

Lance sits down on the opposite bunk, sitting enough forward that
he doesn't hit his head.  "Sort of."

"Sort of read them?"

Lance nods.  "I picked up the one where Harry meets his godfather
at a hotel -- someone'd left it and I'd been hearing about the
Harry Potter thing and I read it.  It was interesting and a little
confusing, at least until the movies came out and I saw those. 
Then I read the other two.  Still like 'Goblet of Fire' the best --
the one with the Tri-Wizard Tournament."

"Me too!  This one is cool and all... I don't know.  I just like
the tournament better."  Chris smiles.

"Which one's that?"

"This is the fifth one.  Order of the Phoenix."

Lance makes a face.  "I really didn't like that one."

"It's okay.  I still like Chamber of Secrets the least," Chris
admits.  "It's just so... boring."

"It's good in the movie."

"Yes, it is.  But not as scary."

"How can it be scary *and* boring?"

"The only non-boring parts were nicely scary.  In the movie, they
just weren't."

"Guess I should read the book then."

Chris turns over and digs it out from between the mattress and the
wall.  "If you wanna borrow it," he says, holding the book up.

Lance grins.  It's kinda cute, Chris stashing books.  "Sure. 
Thanks."

Chris shrugs a little.  "Uh.  I've got non-fat gummies, if you
really wanted something sweet.  They're diabetic, too, so it's not
real sugar."

"Not really.  It wasn't just the sugar.  I'm stuffed, too.  There's
just only so much I can eat, y'know."

"Oh, so you *were* eating the things he made."

"It *is* very good food.  And I wouldn't want to insult Joey or
anything."  Lance drops his eyes.

Chris nods.  He fiddles with the edges of the pages of his book. 
"That's cool."

"And it's always so busy and noisy over here.  Lively.  Not that I
was looking for an excuse to come over here.  Or that I needed one
or anything like that..."

"Did you want to do something noisy and lively?" Chris asks.  He
can't tell if Lance sounded like he *wanted* noise, or like he was
eating to avoid it.

"I was looking forward to it, yeah.  Maybe you and Justin watching
one of those trailer trash specials you love so much, or you
declaring a war on all people with names beginning with Js and
putting on camo and marking out a perimeter and, well.  Fun stuff."

Chris smiles.  "I could attack you, if you want.  Hold you down and
torture you."

Lance widens his eyes.  "Oh, no, not that!"

"Yes!"  Chris closes his book and launches himself at Lance.  He's
careful not to hit either of their heads, but he ends up pinning
Lance in the back of the bunk.  Not much room to reach, but not
much way for Lance to escape, either.

Lance laughs and lets Chris push him down, although there's not
much 'let' about it, because Chris is determined.

Chris starts tickling right away.  He also keep right on talking. 
Lance said he wanted noise.

Lance keeps laughing as he squirms away from Chris' hands.  He
grabs for them, trying to stop Chris -- but not very effectively,
because then Chris might stop.

Chris ends up with his face poised over Lance's stomach.  "Admit
defeat!"

"Never!"

Chris snickers and places his mouth on Lance's stomach, blowing
loud, annoying raspberries.

Lance giggles, his hands held down by Chris, his hips arching up as
he twists, but he's very happily trapped.

Lance's movements shove his groin up against Chris's face.  Before
he realizes what's happening, Chris's mouth is pressed to the front
of Lance's jeans.  He rolls his eyes up to see Lance's face.

Lance doesn't realize for a second what's happening.  Chris's
body's been pressing against his for a long while now and he's used
to that half-sensuous, half-torturous pressure.  But when Chris
pauses, Lance looks.  And there's Chris.  Right there.  "Chris?" he
questions.

Chris has to clear his throat before he can reply, "Yeah, Lance?"

Lance isn't sure what to say.  The right thing to do is to give
Chris an out.  Let him know that Lance knows this is an accident
and they can ignore it and go on playing.

Instead though, he says huskily, "I think maybe this is what I was
looking for."

"This?" Chris asks.  "Or this?"  He cups his hand over Lance's
groin.

Lance presses up against him instinctively, but reaches out for
Chris, now-freed hands sinking into Chris' tangled hair.  "This."

Chris nods.  "I think we can do that."

"Come up here?" Lance requests.

Chris slides up.  Politely, he keeps his body to one side.

"Second thoughts?" Lance asks when Chris comes up, but pulls away.

"Hell, no.  Didn't want to smash you with my huge... manhood. 
Y'know, until I have permission."

"It's grown?" Lance asks, looking down.

Chris snorts.  He loves teasing like that.  They all know he's got
the littlest weeny, which makes sense cause he's the littlest of
them.  But Lance has the biggest, and doesn't make Chris feel like
a freak by pretending Chris is anywhere in Lance's league.  "Aren't
they supposed to?"

Lance gives Chris an innocent look.  "I've heard they shrink
sometimes."

"Yeah, but you're hot."

"Glad you think so."  His look turns a lot less innocent.  "Mind if
I see what a really huge... manhood feels like?"

"Mmm.  Not if I get to help."

"You do."  Lance lets his fingers trace over the bulge in Chris'
pants, then cups his with his  hand.  Excitement crackles and pops
inside him.  "Mmm."

Chris's breath hisses out before he says, "Oh, good.  I love the,
uh, hands on approach."

"Chris?" Lance asks, hand pressing gently.  His pulse is racing and
the excitement is settling in his own cock.  "You wanna fuck me?"

Chris sucks in a harsh breath before saying, "Oh, I suppose that'd
be acceptable.  Fuck, Lance."

"Yeah?" Lance asks, hand still on Chris.  "I liked you on top of
me.  I think I'd like it even more if we were both naked."

Chris laughs maniacally and attacks Lance's clothes.  He sadly
accepts the displacement of Lance's hand by telling his dick that
it gets something even better soon.

Lance struggles, just a little.  Just enough to make Chris even
more forceful and to make Chris pin him down.

Chris bites Lance's chin.  "Bad Bass!  You're making my cock all
retardeder."

The bite makes Lance shiver and arch up into Chris.  "Is that a bad
thing?"

"Nope!" Chris chirps happily.  He slides down, shoving Lance's
already unfastened pants out of the way.  He breathes warm air onto
Lance's groin and then sucks him in.  Well, part of him anyway. 
Chris's hands find their way to the rest of the shaft, stroking
eagerly.

"Hey, hey," Lance says, "You... oh.  You don't have to do that. 
Really want you to fuck me."

"Gonna do both.  I'm worshipping the giant cock.  Shush!"  Chris
grins.

There isn't much to say to that, and Lance stops trying.  He
spreads his legs wider, delighting in the feel of being naked and
exposed to Chris.

Chris spends a while longer on Lance's cock, then shifts lower. 
"Doot doot doot, rimming is fun," he mutters.

"Chris!"

"What?" Chris asks, his head popping up.  He must look like a
demented groundhog, hair all mussed.

"You can't.  You just can't.  You're gonna drive me crazy if you
do."

Chris makes a pouty face.  "But later, right?"

Turn down rimming?  In this lifetime?  "Uh huh."  Lance's pupils
are huge.

"Okay.  Lube?"

"Your bus," Lance reminds him.

Chris sighs.  "My brain cells are all exploded from your hotness,"
he complains.  But he finds the lube.

Lance watches Chris, eyes hungry.  "You're pretty damn sexy
yourself."

Chris laughs and crawls back over Lance.  "Sure, sure.  Flattery
will get you everywhere."  Before Lance can answer, Chris slides
slick fingers up into him, grinning madly.

Lance throws his head back, enjoying it.  "Oh, yeah.  Fuck yeah."

"Yeah.  Fuck," Chris says, then snickers.  Anything to keep his
tiny, little mind from imagining how good this is going to be. 
It's bad enough having a teeny weeny, Chris doesn't wanna not even
make it in!

When Chris just keeps teasing him, Lance growls at him.  "C'mon. 
Want you on me.  Want you in me.  Hold me down and make me like
it."

Chris rolls his eyes.  "Do you usually talk like that?" he asks
conversationally.  He adds another finger.

"Oh!"  More fullness inside him, and he presses down against Chris'
hand.  "You... you tell me what to say then.  How to say it.  Want
-- oh!  Want you like when you were tickling me, but with fucking. 
And, oh, oh, yeah."

Chris stares at Lance's face.  "Yeah.  Yeah, Lance."  He pulls his
fingers out.  "Turn on your side."

Lance doesn't feel believed, and he wants that badly, Chris pinning
him down and laughing.  And pretending to want to get away because
the writhing makes it better, makes him harder.  But he isn't going
to argue with Chris.  He turns on his side.

Chris spoons behind Lance and presses in.  He bites Lance's
shoulder for a moment as he takes hold of his control.  "Okay,
baby.  Hold on."  Then he leans forward, pinning Lance against the
back of the bunk as he starts fucking him.  His hands find Lance's
hands, holding them firmly, crossed over his stomach.  "All mine,
now.  All mine and you can't go."  He laughs and tickles Lance's
neck with his nose.

"Fuck."  That's exactly what he wants.  Lance bucks back against
Chris.

Chris shoves forward, wincing silently as Lance's hips hit the
wall.

Lance moans deep in his throat when Chris pushes him back against
the cold wall of the bus.  He spreads wider, trying to hook his leg
back over Chris' and get Chris deeper inside of him.

Chris braces his foot compliantly, lifting his knee and Lance's in
the process.  "There, now.  C'mon, show me you like it."

Lance pulls at his wrists, but Chris has them held tight.  He
whimpers and throws his head back, exposing his neck further.  He's
humping the wall.

Chris bites his tongue when Lance's head catches him in the chin. 
He doesn't care.  He lowers their hands until they're between
Lance's hips and the wall.  "C'mon, make noise for me."  He bites
the stretch of neck presented, growling around the fold of skin.

Their joined hands are brushing against his dick and Lance clears
his throat.  "What... what kind of noise?"  The head of his dick
brushes against Chris' thumb, and Lance whines.

"That one's good," Chris says.  "God, you're sexy."

Another mostly accidental brush of Chris' hand and Lance tries to
angle his hips to get more of it.  "Chris Chris Chris please
Chris."

"Yeah."  Chris transfers both Lance's wrists to one hand.  It would
be easy for Lance to get away... if he wanted to.  With his now
free hand, Chris starts jacking Lance off.  "C'mon."

When Chris wraps his hand around Lance's dick, Lance goes
completely still for a moment, then he starts frantically fucking
Chris' hand.  Getting jerked with a cock so hard and solid inside
him is the best, the absolute best, especially with Chris holding
and letting him fight it.  "God, Chris.  Gonna, gonna, oh god."  He
keens and stiffens as he starts spilling into Chris' hand.

Chris moans and presses his face between Lance's shoulderblades,
joining him in release.  "Thank you, fuck, yes.  Lance!"

"Mmm," Lance says, lazily squeezing Chris' dick with his ass. 
"Thank *you*."

Chris laughs weakly.  "I was about ten seconds from coming.  I'm so
fucking glad you got off first."

"Why?"  Lance twists his head so he can kiss Chris.  It's awkward,
but nonetheless satisfying.  "I got off, you got off.  Got off
*really* good, too."

"Because I wanted to feel your ass, duh."  Chris kisses Lance back.

When Chris pulls out, Lance turns around and kisses Chris again,
rubbing against him for the feeling of closeness.  Sexy and
intimate all at once.  "You're welcome to do that again anytime."

Chris hooks Lance's leg over his hip and puts a proprietary hand on
Lance's ass.  "And vice versa."

Lance wriggles against Chris' hand.  "Think I'm gonna be staying on
your bus for a long while."

"Good plan."

Lance closes his eyes and sighs happily.  "Night, Chris."

"Night, Lancey-poo."

Lance growls and kisses Chris' throat, but doesn't open his eyes. 
He's just too happy.

Chris laughs softly.  "Good night, sexy man."

"Night."