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Debauchery
We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams. – Willy Wonka
Lance could admit to himself that he was damn good at planning things.
In the beginning, Chris hadn't believed he could do it. There was some talk of how Lance would know what kind of strippers to get, or if Lance would know the right strippers. "Because he's gay," Chris had said to Joey in his mock whisper.
Lance had overheard. He'd met the measured look Joey was giving him and had rolled his eyes. That had gotten a grin from Joey.
Joey trusted him and that was enough. He didn't even smack Chris for the comment. But Lance did flip him off. He totally deserved it.
~*~
The week in Vegas for Joey's bachelor party is mostly just an excuse for the five of them to get together for an extended period of time. Lance has gotten rooms for them all at The Palms, thanks to Maloof, and he's even managed to book their "Real World" room and a couple of the adjoining rooms that are appropriately titled, "Playpens."
Justin freaks out when he discovers the pole in the middle of the room and dances around it suggestively until Chris starts shoving dollar bills in his pants. JC just eyes it and Lance knows that someone is getting a show at some point.
With those two rooms claimed, that leaves the big room for Lance to share with Chris and Joey. This suits Lance just fine, as long as they get Chris drunk enough to calm the hell down at some point soon.
Lance watches as Chris dances around the suite. It looks vaguely like the choreography from the Bye, Bye, Bye video, but that could just be because Lance has forgotten most of it.
For the first day, Lance hasn't really planned anything. He'd figured that most of the guys were going to want to gamble and get comfortable with each other again. It never takes long. But it's never good to plan something concrete after Chris has had to spend any length of time on a plane.
But he does want them all to get together for dinner before anything major happens. He has to give them schedules, and see if anyone has added to the guest list so he can get the tickets and names down on lists and the whole thing is a lot more work than it should have been.
"Okay, Chris, Joey. We all have to meet in Guarduno's for dinner in ten minutes. Can you guys quit fucking around for one minute and listen?"
Chris has Joey in a headlock and is screeching something about a ball and chain. At least that's what Lance hears. It could be something completely different. "Jesus, you guys are freaks. I'm going to go get JC and Justin. Don't kill each other."
He slips out of the room before they can gang up and turn on him. He knocks on first JC's and then Justin's doors. Somehow, they both open their doors at the same time and he only has to explain about dinner once. They both nod and smile. Lance tries not to think about why JC is out of breath. A picture of him and that pole flashes in Lance's brain.
~*~
Lance is pretty sure the staff of the restaurant has been briefed because he doesn't even have to do anything but smile before the hostess leads him up the stairs and promises to send the others up when they arrive. Maybe things won't be as difficult as he'd feared.
Chris and Joey straggle in at least ten minutes later. They're both rumpled but completely ignore the look that Lance gives them. Both JC and Justin are ushered in by Lonnie and Lance breathes a sigh of relief. He'd kind of forgotten the attention they could garner sometimes.
After menus are passed out and everyone starts drinking, Lance clears his throat and waits expectantly. When he finally has all of their attention, he starts passing out the packets that he'd had made up.
JC scrunches up his nose and elbows Justin. Joey squints as he flips through pages and Chris doesn't even look at his, choosing instead to make it into some kind of placemat. "Fucker," Lance mutters.
It's not really as bad as they are all making out. He wanted to be thorough. Planning a week long party is hard fucking work. And of course, none of them are appreciating it. Instead, Lance passes copies of the packets to Lonnie and figures that should take care of getting JC and Justin places on time.
"Alright, you asses. Roll your eyes. That's fine. But at least listen to me. Today, there's nothing planned. Just gamble and drink or whatever you want, but tomorrow, we're all supposed to go golfing at The Revere. Tomorrow night, dinner is at Stratosphere, and no, Chris, you can't back out of that."
"Fuck you, Lance. I'm not going."
Lance looks over at Lonnie and, after the slight nod, just smiles patiently. "It's just dinner. You don't have to go on the rides."
Chris scowls at the fort he's started to make out of the sugar packets, but continues to pile blue on top of pink, before adding a creamer to the top. Lance figures that after a few drinks he can at least talk Chris into going up. Maybe Lonnie and Mike can get his ass to the table. They could carry him. It's not like the restaurant is outside. It's completely safe. Lance really hopes he can talk Chris into it.
"Did anyone invite anyone else that I need to know about? I need to confirm numbers at some of the places, so who did ya'll invite that you didn't already tell me about?"
They all start talking at once and Lance whips out his Palm and starts poking things with his stylus. He knows Joey's brother will be with them for most of the plans. Lance likes Steve so it's not like that's a big deal. Joey is closest and his answers are the most important so that's the voice Lance chooses to listen to.
He's got down the names Joey has given him before Chris starts poking him.
"Lance. Lance. Lance. I have a surprise for Joey. C'mere."
Lance leans over and Chris whispers, "I invited Tom. You know, Tom Arnold. He's bringing along that Rosenbaum guy that's in that show Joey likes. About Superman? And he said something about getting Superman here, but he said there was no way he could talk the guy into tights."
"That's great Chris, when are they coming?" He whispers back, even though Joey is mostly distracted with the noogies he's giving Justin.
"He said Friday. What's planned then?"
"That's a secret, but that shouldn't be a problem," Lance says with a mysterious smile.
Chris nods and leans back in the booth. "You did plan for strippers, right?" He says that loudly, like he's trying to distract from the whispering before. "Because I know with whatever you might not think of them, but come on. We need boobs, right, Fatone?"
"Woo! Boobies!"
Lance rolls his eyes. Justin manages to pull himself away from Joey. "Hey, Lance. I invited Trace, that cool?"
Lance nods. "I already had him down. Anyone else?
Joey starts ticking people off his fingers. "I told you about Wilmer and Danny, right?"
Lance nods. He really hopes he can get enough seats for what he's planned on Friday. It's part of the reason he agreed to do this whole thing.
JC has been strangely quiet through everything so far but he just smiles serenely and shakes his head. "No one from me. I just wanted to enjoy you freaks for a while."
When the waitress comes back, it's a free-for-all. Everyone orders at the same time, everything a special item or substitution. Lance jots her name into his Palm for the comment card later.
~*~
Lance is not a gambling man. He likes the drinking and the socializing part, but the rest just isn't logical. He'd rather invest his money in some real estate or put it into a high-yield money market account than bet on the roll of a pair of dice.
Of course, that's not acceptable to most of his friends. JC understands. JC placates Chris and Joey by hanging out at the nickel slots for most of the night. But Lance notices that, even though they're in the VIP Casino, the waitresses forget to serve the people there.
And there's no way that Lance can stomach throwing away his money without some kind of alcohol. So he ends up at the poker table with Chris and Joey.
Justin is off at the craps game, several scantily clad women already hanging on him, just like usual.
Playing cards with Chris is kind of like playing with an overexcited, drunken eleven-year-old. It's like he knows *how* to play, but doesn't seem to care enough to actually follow the rules. He's much more intent on seeing how much money he can *lose* rather than how much he can win.
Lance doesn't understand that at all.
On Lance's left, Joey's pile of chips grows steadily higher. Lance doesn't understand that either. Joey's drunker than he is.
After a couple of hours, JC and Justin both drift over and its more like playing against each other than the House and that's *much* more fun for Lance.
"Ha ha! Fuck you, Bass," Chris shouts. "I got two Kings. You only have Queens." Then he snorts with laughter at his own joke.
Lance glares at him and throws his cards on the table. Joey elbows him and grins that slow-Joey grin that Lance has always loved. He lays his cards down slowly and says, "You may have a pair of Kings, Kirkpatrick, but you still suck. I've got three Jacks that beat your hand, so fuck off."
Chris laughs and concedes the pot. JC and Justin just push their cards forward with smiles. JC winks at Lance over Joey's head and Lance smiles before tossing his chips in for the next ante.
"Last hand for me, guys. If you want me up for golfing, I need some sleep," Justin says with a yawn.
Justin has always been a pussy about his beauty sleep. Chris apparently agrees with Lance and says so, loudly. But despite the protests, Justin is resolute.
Lance shrugs. It's probably a good idea to get to bed before he fucks up his own schedule and Chris makes fun of him for that.
JC nods and, after they all discard and get their new cards, Lance is pleasantly surprised that he ends up with a full house, eights over threes. Sure, it isn't the best hand in the world, but it's the best one Lance has had all night.
Half way through the final betting, Lance realizes that Chris is just being a dick to prolong the game. He's already upped the pot several hundred dollars and Lance is convinced he's bluffing his ass off. JC folds with a sigh but continues to watch.
Joey rolls his eyes. "Okay, I'll see your three hundred. But I call, Chris. Show your cards."
Lance has already tossed his chips in and nods in agreement. "Yeah, Chris. Put up or shut up."
Justin also folds. "Too rich for my blood," he says, which makes the rest of them laugh.
"Fine," Chris says when he's caught his breath. He spreads his cards on the table slowly, like he's got an amazing hand. Lance is surprised that there's anything there at all. His pair of aces isn't bad, but then Joey hoots with laughter. "That's what you were betting the fortune on?"
Lance smiles, but before he can lay his own cards down, Joey beats him to it with three twos. Joey reaches for the chips but Lance puts a hand on his arm. "Not so fast there, Fatone."
Joey looks at him blankly but Lance puts his cards down with a flourish. "Full house," he says and can't keep the smugness from his voice.
Chris screeches and Joey just looks at him in disbelief. JC covers his mouth, shaking with laughter and Justin smiles sleepily.
Lance tugs the chips to his chest and grins. It's the only hand he's won all night, but it's the biggest. He almost feels bad about taking the others' money, but when Chris tackles him to the floor, he decides he doesn't care.
"Get off, Chris," Lance shouts. But Chris doesn't seem to hear. He just flexes his fingers menacingly and starts tickling Lance mercilessly. He's shouting something that Lance can't make out, but between gasps, he hears the rest of them laughing.
"Fine! Uncle! Get off me!"
Chris ends up resting his weight on Lance's thighs and grinning. It's going to be embarrassing in about ten seconds and Chris *really* needs to get the fuck up and remember that they're in a public place. Even though the Casino is mostly empty, it doesn't matter.
"Chris," Lance grits out between clenched teeth. "Let me up."
Chris stares down at Lance for a second and then scrambles up when he hears the tone of Lance's voice. Usually, that doesn't deter Chris, but maybe he realized where they were, too.
Joey has collected Lance's chips for him and once they're all ready to go, they follow Lonnie and Mike to the secure elevators.
Lance doesn't want to think about how good it felt to have Chris' weight on him. He's not going to think about JC and the pole in his room. And he's certainly not going to think about how Joey leans on him in the elevator and how good that feels.
He's not.
He's going to get into his bed. Alone. And go to sleep.
He really needs to get laid. But for all his partying and contacts, he hates the way the whole thing makes him feel sometimes. He either has to settle for groupies or people who want him to further their career. It's kind of pathetic, but Lance doesn't know anyone well enough to let them know *him* enough to be let in. Sometimes he forgets who he is. His drunken circular logic isn't any help.
But that logic is what he used to explain the feelings for the other guys. Well, that and close proximity after such a prolonged absence. And the fact that he already knows them. Plus, they remind him who he is…and Lance shouldn't try to think about things when he's as drunk as he is.
Tomorrow, Lance promises himself. Tomorrow will have less alcohol. Alcohol always makes him think weird things.
Lance tries not to think about the guys as he jerks off. But it's hard to keep Chris' eyes and Joey's smile from flickering into his thoughts as he comes.
~*~
Somehow, the five of them make it up in time for breakfast the next morning before golfing. Lance is surprised when he gets up and Joey is already in the shower.
The bathroom is weird. There are two shower stalls, but the doors are kind of see-through. Lance tries not to stare as he climbs into his own shower. He turns his back and shampoos his hair, smiling as Joey starts humming. Lance hums along and then Chris comes in to take a piss and adds his own voice.
Lance grins when Chris says, "The three of us should take it on the road. We don't need the other two!"
Joey laughs. "We need someone to distract the groupies."
Lance laughs. "That's what we have you for, Joe." It's an old joke. He shuts off the water and grabs the towel hanging outside his door. He has to squeeze past Chris in only his towel and is thankful he chose to push past with his ass towards Chris.
By the time he's dressed and has gotten his hair dry, Joey is dressed and waiting in the main room of their suite. His ball cap, pulled low over his eyes, makes Lance grin. They've all gotten used to wearing hats over the years as low-level disguises.
"Should we wait for Chris?"
Lance shrugs. "Is he out of the shower?" He strains, but can't hear the water running.
Joey nods. "That boy has no modesty. He streaked through here from the bathroom, buck-ass naked and laughing."
"None of us do. I only wore the towel earlier out of habit."
Joey grins as Chris slams open his door. "The Amazing Kirkpatrick is ready." Lance can hear the capitals in the words as Chris says them. He rolls his eyes as they leave to hit the breakfast buffet.
Justin stumbles into the restaurant a few minutes after they do with Lonnie gripping his elbow. The other three have just sat down with their plates. JC shows up twenty minutes in, smiling blearily. He chews on a piece of toast that he steals from Lance.
After they've all eaten, Lance rounds them all up to get in the limo he's arranged. Just as they're about to leave, Joey spots his brother, Steve, and they have to wait. But it's cool because it rounds out their golfing numbers if they can talk Mike and Lonnie into playing.
Lance tries to signal Joey and Steve, tries to get their attention before Chris, but they're too involved in their greetings to notice.
Chris announces his plans and just expects the rest of them to comply. "I think that J and C should golf with Lonnie and Mike. The two of them need more security than the rest of us put together. Steve can protect us.
Lance shakes his head. "It makes more sense if…" He trails off and stops when Joey nods.
"I pick the teams, Bass. You planned everything else. Even that Stratosphere thing. Fuck off," Chris says as he sets his jaw.
"Well, if it's okay with Joey, I'm cool with it."
No one else seems to care.
It's going to be a long day.
~*~
Golfing is much better than Lance expects. For all his fucking around, Chris actually takes the game seriously. Sure, he tries to make Lance puke with his golf-cart antics and he hides Joey's clubs twice, but all in all, it's a lot of fun.
Exhausted, but happy, they all pile back in the limo early in the afternoon after lunch at the club. It's just like old times. Everyone ends up draped over everyone else. Steve ends up sitting next to Mike, staring, but Lance decides he doesn't care and snuggles into Chris with a smile. They're probably way too old for this, but at the moment, Lance doesn't care at all.
By the time they get back to the hotel, Lance is almost asleep. Chris' arm is around him, and he's warm and comfortable against him. Joey is on Lance's other side, draped across him and it's all so nice that Lance really doesn't want to move.
He blinks when Joey sits up, the weight and heat leaving him feeling a little wrong somehow. Chris is completely asleep. The only time he's ever still is when he is. Lance grins and shouts, "Sneak attack!" And then he starts tickling Chris.
He's prepared for Chris' shriek. But he's not anywhere near prepared for Joey to shout, "Retaliation," and start in on him.
By the time Lance has caught his breath, Chris and Joey have made their way out of the limo and Lance is alone. He grins and thanks the driver as he steps out. "You'll be back at seven to take us to dinner, right?"
The driver nods and Lance heads up to his room.
~*~
Lance manages to take a nap. He's impressed with himself and amazed that the others stayed out of his room long enough for him to actually sleep. He probably has Joey to thank for that.
He can hear the television on in the next room so he opens his door slowly to see who it is. Chris is sprawled on the couch, his head in Justin's lap. He appears to be drinking from a sports bottle and Lance hopes that it's full of alcohol. JC and Joey are leaning on each other on the next couch and there is some kind of music video playing.
"Look, guys. Lance decided to join us."
Lance waves and squishes himself between Joey and JC.
"What time is it?" Chris asks suddenly.
When no one answers, Lance looks at his watch. "It's almost six."
"What time is the limo coming for dinner?" It's Justin this time.
When no one answers this time, Lance sighs. "Did anyone read anything I gave them?"
No one answers. Again.
"You're all fuckers. Seven. All of you be ready at seven."
Justin struggles up, dropping Chris' head onto a pillow. Chris continues to lie there. JC kisses the top of Lance's head and then slips off the couch and heads out with Justin to their rooms.
Joey doesn't move. "It's not like it takes me long to get ready."
Chris grunts. "I'm not going. Joey said I didn't have to."
Joey shakes his head.
Lance knew that this was going to be one of the hardest things for the entire week. Stratosphere is the tallest building west of the Mississippi. Lance has been up in it before, eaten in the revolving restaurant even. It's not scary, but he knows Chris.
He gets up from where he is sitting next to Joey and slides into the spot that Justin had vacated, moving Chris' head to his lap. "Chris," he says and starts running his fingers though his dark hair. "I know that you don't like heights, but all that you have to do is go to the restaurant. No one expects you to go on the rides or anything."
Chris shudders. "I don't want to go, Lance," he says quietly, the words muffled as Chris twists his head and looks up at Lance. "I know it's stupid. Please don't make it a big deal?"
Lance nods. "Hey, Joe? Mind if me and Chris stick around here tonight? You go with Justin and C and Steve, and if you guys want to come back here to gamble, we'll meet you in the casino?" He keeps petting Chris; it seems like it relaxes him.
"Sure, no problem."
Chris closes his eyes. "Can we get room service and watch bad pay-per-view movies? And then I'll make it up to you later."
Joey raises his eyebrow at Lance and Lance just shrugs. "Um. Sure. And whatever, Chris. I've been there before." Lance isn't really upset. He stares down at Chris' happy smile and changes the channel.
A few minutes later, Joey gets up and heads into the bathroom. Chris sits up, but doesn't stop leaning on Lance. It's kind of nice. Lance never gets to do this anymore and Chris is drunk and pliant enough that he's probably not going to do anything crazy.
~*~
After the guys leave, Lance orders room service for them and gives Chris the remote so he can pick out a movie for them to watch. Everything on the television menu is something that Lance has already seen so it's not like he cares much.
Chris ends up picking out some weird comedy and laughing at the parts that Lance doesn't find funny.
This makes him smile. Chris is so weird.
"Hey, Lance?"
Lance mumbles in response; he really shouldn't be tired after his nap before. But for some reason he can't seem to keep his eyes open.
"Lance. Hey. Um. Thanks for staying here with me and keeping me company. I'm sorry for being such a fuckhead sometimes."
"Chris. It's okay. I should have realized that you wouldn't want to do something like that."
The kiss is fast and completely unexpected. And now Lance is completely awake.
"What…Chris?"
Chris has this shy smile on his face and Lance is just confused.
"Um. Yeah. So, thanks." Chris bounds off the couch and dances over to the bar. "Blowjob?"
Lance stutters. "Uh. What?"
"You're really killing my whole seduction thing, Bass. Play along. I asked you if you wanted a blowjob." He holds up the bottle of Kahlua and shakes it.
Chris wants to seduce him? He's always had a little thing for Chris, but was never sure if Chris was into guys. Chris is way better at keeping certain things more quiet than Lance. "I… Uh. What?" He's still not sure how to respond.
Now there's laughter coming from the other side of the room. Lance watches as Chris pours a couple of shots of the coffee liquor and tops both off with a squirt of the Reddi-Whip.
Slowly, Chris walks back across the room and hands Lance his drink. "Bottoms up."
Lance smiles slowly and tips the drink back. When he opens his eyes, Chris drops to his knees and licks his lips. "So, Lance. I was thinking." His hands slide up Lance's thighs and stop just before they touch anything good. "Clearly, you want me. I mean, just look at the way your dick is straining to get out of your jeans."
"I…" Lance takes a breath. "Chris."
"Shut up, Lance. Quit thinking. Just let me do this."
"It's a bad idea." Sex with the other guys has always been on Lance's list of Things to Avoid. Mostly because he always figured the rest of them were straight. But since that's apparently not true, the rest of his reasons just aren't important.
"Yeah, I'm king of the bad ideas."
His hands slip a little higher and start to unbutton Lance's jeans. When he finally gets them open and gets his hand inside, they both groan. "Okay, Chris. God. Okay. Can we? I really don't want Joey to come back in the middle of this."
Chris smiles up at him and lets go before getting up and heading into Lance's bedroom. Lance has apparently gone insane. He really can't be contemplating this, because it's such a Bad Idea that it's capitalized in Lance's brain as he thinks about it. He wanders around the room shutting off lights until he hears, "Bass, get your ass in here. I'm trying to seduce you, or did you forget?"
Lance shakes his head and smiles as he follows the voice. He's shocked as he gets into his room. Chris is naked. It's not like he's never had a naked boy in his bed, but it's never been Chris. And it's been entirely too long.
His mouth is dry as he starts flinging his own clothing off. He remembers to turn the light off and shut and lock the door. He stumbles over something - probably Chris' pants, but he really doesn't care. He climbs into bed, naked now, and when a warm mouth finds his own, Lance can only kiss back.
Messy. That's the best word to describe the way Chris kisses. His tongue slides into Lance's mouth, hot and slick and Lance can't hold back a groan. It's been too long since he's felt this connected with someone. God, why didn't he ever do this before? He already loves Chris, this is just…more.
Lance really isn't paying attention to where Chris' hands are. At least until one slides down his stomach and wraps around his cock. He's so hard that he's probably going to embarrass himself.
Hard, sure strokes and Lance tears his mouth away with a whimper. "Chris. Chris. Wait."
"Why?"
And Lance has no answer to that. Chris leans in and licks down his throat and sucks on his Adams apple. Lance threads his fingers through Chris' hair and drags him back up for a kiss. Chris grunts softly but comes willingly. Lance can't get enough of the kisses.
Lance whimpers again when Chris pulls away. But when he starts trailing wet, openmouthed kisses down Lance's chest, Lance really can't complain. Hot flesh against his, he can feel Chris' cock, just as hard as his own, pressing into him as he moves. Lance is giddy and can hardly believe that this is actually happening.
When Chris licks the head of Lance's cock, Lance shoves his hand into his mouth so he doesn't scream. He hears Chris chuckle but then he makes everything better by taking Lance into his mouth.
"Jesus, Chris."
And apparently, Chris takes that as encouragement, because he takes a breath and starts moving slowly. Lance blinks open his eyes. The room is mostly dark and Lance can barely make out anything in the room except for shadows, but when he looks down, he sees the dark outline of Chris' head bobbing on his cock.
Fingers slide up to cup his balls and Lance groans and throws his head back. He hadn't ever let himself imagine this. It's always been forbidden in Lance's head. Something that might slip in when he wasn't paying attention, but never something he actually *tried* to think about. But here it was, happening and Lance is just trying to breathe.
It wasn't long before it felt like lightning was shooting up his spine. "Chris, fuck. I'm going to…" But before Lance can actually form the words, Chris doubles his efforts and presses one spit-soaked finger to Lance's hole. He can't remember what he was going to say, choosing instead to moan as he comes.
Before he can catch his breath, he's got an arm full of naked-sweaty Chris, kissing him deeply. His own taste is strange combined with Chris', but after a few seconds, Lance decides he likes it.
He also decides he really likes the way Chris' hips can't seem to stop pushing against him and the way his cock is leaving slick trails across Lance's stomach.
"Lance," Chris moans as he twists his hips.
"Shh," Lance soothes. He pushes Chris' shoulder and moves them so that he's on top of Chris.
Chris is never still. And now he's practically vibrating with need. Lance chuckles as he settles between Chris' knees.
"Please, Lance," Chris whispers.
"I know, Chris." Lance bends his head and stakes as much of Chris' cock into his mouth as he can. The whimpers would make Lance grin if he could.
Lance is good at giving head. He prides himself on doing things the best he can and this is no exception. And from the way Chris keeps arching up to meet Lance's mouth, he seems to agree.
Chris whimpers and thrusts a few more times; Lance moans a little as he does.
"Shit. Lance. Coming."
Lance appreciates the warning, but keeps sucking until Chris stills and comes with a groan.
Crawling up the bed, next to Chris, Lance pulls the blanket with him, covering them both. Chris pants heavily as Lance pets him. When he can finally breathe again, he presses another wet kiss to Lance's lips before twisting around and snuggling in close.
Lance is sure that they're going to have to talk about this. But not now. In the morning. At the moment, he doesn't want to do anything but sleep.
~*~
Lance wakes up alone. The spot next to him is cool and the sheets are tangled around him so he's pretty sure he slept mostly alone. With a sigh, he gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. He uses the toilet and then climbs into the shower. The hot spray goes a long way to making him feel better.
There are tons of reasons that would have made Chris leave. He didn't want Joey to find them naked together. He'd gotten up to pee and had stumbled back to his own bed. Both of those reasons, Lance could live with. He hopes it isn't anything else.
He gets out of the shower and manages to get dressed and out the door for breakfast before Joey or Chris even get up.
To Lance's great surprise, Justin is already in the restaurant when he gets there. Justin shrugs a greeting and continues to shovel cereal into his mouth. Lonnie blinks sleepily from a nearby table. Knowing better than to speak to Justin before he's ready, Lance nods at the shrug and smiles at Lonnie before heading to the buffet.
When he gets back to the table, Joey and Steve have sat down and the waitress is pouring everyone coffee. Lance slides into the booth next to Justin and starts eating his eggs.
They're all supposed to spend the day at the Luxor. The Games of The Gods Arcade is there and a bunch of IMAX films that Lance thinks will be interesting. Plus, they have both the Blue Man group and the Midnight Fantasy shows. And even if someone gets bored, there's always the Casino.
Maybe that's why Justin was up so early. He's always been a little obsessed over video games. They're all eating when Chris shows up. His hair is still a mess and he's rubbing his eyes as he slides into the booth next to Lance.
He grunts when Lance pokes him in the arm, but doesn't say anything. The waitress rushes back over to fill everyone's cup and pour Chris a new one. Lance makes a mental note to put her name down on his list of people that need special thanks.
Everyone is there, so Lance can't say anything to Chris. It's driving him nuts.
"Lance, Trace is supposed to join us today. Do I have to get him tickets to all the stuff today?"
Lance shakes his head. "No. His name and all of the rest of yours should be on the VIP lists. You'll have to pay for whatever video games you all play, but other than that, the show tickets are all covered and so are the IMAX movies."
"Cool."
"And the really fun thing, at least for you guys into the boobs, is 'Midnight Fantasy,' which isn't really at midnight, but whatever. It's this topless-dancers show. You should all be excited for that."
"Woo! Boobies!"
"Yes, Chris. Boobies." Lance grins, but he really doesn't want to. At least until Chris' hand grips his thigh for a second before he bounces out of the booth and heads over to the buffet.
JC finally shows up, looking sleepy but happy and pulls a chair over to sit at the head of the table. "Last night was so much fun, Lance. The rides up there are seriously amazing."
Joey and Steve both nod enthusiastically and Justin smiles his first smile of the morning. "Dude, that Big Shot thing is fucking awesome. They take you all the way up to the top of the thing and then drop you. It feels like you're going to fly off into space."
Chris slides back into the booth as Justin finishes talking and Lance can't help but notice the shudder. Lance grins at Justin and nods. "I know; I've done it before. It feels a lot like some of my space training."
JC nods enthusiastically. "I loved the roller coaster, too. What'd you guys do?"
Lance stutters for a second before Chris pipes up with, "Watched some girly movies. I tortured Lance with naked women. Plus, I made him buy dinner. We had much more fun than some stupid roller coaster."
Lance smiles. They did have more fun than some stupid roller coaster.
"Besides," Chris continues. "Today, I'm going to kick all of your asses at video games. It's going to be awesome."
"Dude. You can never beat me," Justin challenges.
Lance is hardly surprised when Chris launches himself at Justin and they end up rolling around on the floor for a good ten minutes until Justin concedes that Chris is the superior video game player. Thankfully, they don't knock over any tables or people.
~*~
After they get into their limo and head over the Luxor, Lance spends most of the morning alternately avoiding Chris and seeking him out. He spends a lot of time in the arcade watching as Justin and Chris squawk at each other and engage in a lot of different games. When it's time for lunch, Lance is well versed on all areas of interactive games, but he still hasn't gotten a chance to talk to Chris.
His head hurts and his left eye is twitching. He's very happy that Joey and Steve join him at La Salsa and they end up spending most of the afternoon getting trashed on margaritas.
Sometime between Lunch and Dinner, Lance manages to lose the rest of the guys and catches some Adrenaline movie in one of the IMAX theaters. He also manages a quick nap.
When the lights come back up, Lance blinks open his eyes. He's alone and, after the initial rush of disorientation, he tries to figure out how to round everyone up for dinner and then the show. They all have to be ready for the Blue Man show by seven o'clock so they can also make Midnight Fantasy.
Justin and Trace meet him in the lobby of the theater. Trace is raving about the NASCAR movie they just watched and Justin seems to be watching him with amused eyes. "We're supposed to meet for dinner at 5:30," Lance warns.
Nodding, Justin talks over Trace and asks where they are all meeting for dinner. "Joey complained about the lack of Italian food so far, so I thought we'd eat at Caffe Giorgio. If you see any of the other guys, let them know. I'm going to try to find Chris and JC."
Justin heads off with Trace, leaving Lance to go to the Arcade and see if he can find everyone else. He'd already given Joey the time and place, so he was pretty sure that he and Steve would be there. And since he was also pretty sure that neither Chris nor JC had read any of the info he'd given them, it was either find them or listen to Chris complain and JC look sad when they were left out.
JC is easier to find than Lance had feared. Lance spots him outside the Virtual Roller Coaster signing autographs for fans with Lonnie watching carefully.
Lance picks his way over and gives Lonnie the name of the restaurant, trusting that he'll get JC away from the fans and to dinner on time. Lance slinks away, hoping that no one recognizes him. The cap he's been wearing has worked so far.
The arcade seems like the most likely place for Chris. With all of the interactive games, he could probably live there for a week and not ever get bored, and for Chris, that's saying something.
The undignified yelp Lance lets out when he gets tugged into a dark room is embarrassing, and he starts struggling until he identifies the lips that cover his own as Chris'.
"Dude," Lance whispers.
Chris smiles at him and bites his lip. "Sorry for scaring you. I've wanted to do that all day."
"Then why didn't you?"
Chris shrugs. "Sorry about leaving and all. I was in the bathroom when Joey came in and I didn't think I could sneak back into your room."
Lance leans over and kisses Chris again, just happy that it wasn't any of the horrible reasons that had been running through his head most of the day. "We have to meet everyone for dinner at the Italian place."
"I wondered where we were eating."
"If you'd just read what I gave you…"
Chris rolls his eyes. "Then I wouldn't be Chris, would I?"
"I guess not," he mumbles before Chris kisses him again.
~*~
They're a little late to dinner, but Lance just rolls his eyes and blames Chris, saying that pulling him away from the power boat ride was like dealing with a hyperactive six-year-old. Chris pouts for a while but the smile he flashes at Lance when no one is looking proves that he doesn't really mind.
After their early dinner, they all head over to watch the Blue Man Group. Lance has seen the show before, but there's always something different and he always enjoys it, and he knows Joey does, too.
Lance ends up sitting between Joey and Chris and with the lights down, Chris takes the opportunity to grope Lance periodically. Every time he does, Lance jumps and Joey looks at him strangely. By the end of the show, Lance is so turned on that he's convinced Joey is going to notice.
Chris smiles at him innocently. "Did you enjoy the show?"
Lance would kill him if it wouldn't mean jail time. And having to find a new band member. Lance glares at him and opens his mouth to say something when Justin interrupts. "We have to hurry if we're going to make it to the other thing. Come on. This one has topless women. Boobies, Chris. Boobies."
Chris laughs. "It's like he's never seen them before," he says to Joey. "Okay, kiddo, lead the way."
Lance follows with a scowl. It's not like he doesn't appreciate naked women, he can tell they're beautiful, but it's not his most favorite thing in the world. And it's not like he can complain. He did plan it after all. At least it will probably kill his hard-on for the rest of the night.
There's always a bright side.
~*~
The other guys really seem to enjoy the Midnight Fantasy show. Joey and Steve both seem really into it and JC and Justin are always enthusiastic about half-naked women. Even Trace has good things to say later.
Chris is mostly quiet on the ride back to their hotel, but Lance takes that as a good thing, at least for him. Lance smiles and nods at the way Justin, JC and Steve discuss the different aspects of the different dancers.
It's still pretty early when they get back. They all head to the casino and Lance starts drinking. He really hates just handing his money over, even if he likes the owner of the hotel.
Lance splits his time between betting on Joey's rolls of the dice at the Craps table and on watching Justin and Trace lose spectacularly at Roulette. The latter is more fun, mostly because the entertainment doesn't cost him anything and he still gets to drink and look like he's participating.
Joey catches up with Lance a little later, after Lance has wandered away to one of the Video Poker machines and is touching the screen in random areas, hoping to hit something big.
"Hey, Joe."
"Hey, Lance. Having fun?"
"Sure. How about you? Is there anything that I didn't cover that you need me to fix? I can always switch things around. Enough women for you?" Lance grins.
Joey laughs. "Plenty of women. Although, I don't know what you've got planned for Friday night. Is there more nakedness then?"
Lance grins again. "You know it. But the night remains a mystery. I gotta have some fun."
"Sure, sure."
They're quiet for a few minutes, Lance continuing to waste his money as he touches the screen and Joey watching. "So, Lance. I…uh. I was wondering. If there was something that I'd always wanted to do before I got married, but either couldn't talk myself into or get the courage to do, would you help me?"
"Of course, Joe. That's what I'm here for."
"It's kind of embarrassing."
Lance shakes his head. "I'm your best friend, Joey. There's nothing you can ask me that would change that."
Joey is quiet for a while and Lance can't decide if he should turn and pay attention his friend or let him get it out in his own time.
But Joey rushes ahead, making the decision for him. "I want to have sex with a guy." His words are all jumbled and Lance turns and stares. "I mean, I've always been curious and if I don't now, I may never get to, y'know? And…" He trails off; maybe it's the look on Lance's face.
Lance turns back to his machine. "Are you sure? I mean, you're not drunk or anything, right?"
"No," Joey says as he shakes his head. Lance can see him out of the corner of his eyes. "I mean, yes, I'm sure. No, I'm not drunk."
"Okay. Okay. Do you have someone in mind? Or a type? Or should I just call someone?"
Joey looks at him pointedly. "Well, it'd have to be someone I trust. And that wouldn't say anything."
Lance nods. "Uh. Right." He can't meet Joey's eyes because he's kind of afraid of what he might be suggesting. He can feel the blush creeping up his neck. "And what are we talking about… I mean, the whole shebang or…" Lance can't bring himself to do more than whisper.
"The whole thing," Joey whispers back.
Lance gathers up his courage and turns to face Joey, and somehow manages a smile. "Are you propositioning me, Mr. Fatone?" He really hopes he sounds like it's a joke if he's completely off base.
Joey laughs weakly. "Well, you did say that there was nothing that would change things."
Lance nods. "Okay. Uh. Okay. We. Um. Yeah." He really has no idea what to say. It's Joey. And he's always loved Joey. How could he not? He's a little surprised, considering how many girls that Lance has seen him with over the years - and Joey is never one of the guys that he'd wondered about. But hell if he's going to turn him down.
Joey claps him on the shoulder, but before they can actually talk about what was said, Chris wraps his arms around both of their shoulders. Lance jumps, sure the blush on his face is going to give everything away.
"What are you guys doing over here? You're not telling him what's going on Friday night are you?"
Oh, God. Thank God. "No," Lance laughs. "The only person that knows that is me. And, well, Jesse since he helped plan it. But no one else! Not even Lonnie or Mike."
Chris wraps his arm around Lance's neck and pulls him into a headlock. "Tell me, Bass!"
"Never! Stop it, Chris!"
Joey just sits there and laughs. Lance will have to figure out the details with him later.
~*~
Lance half expects Chris or Joey to show up in his room that night. Though, if it were Joey, it'd probably be so they could talk. He really doesn't want to have to be quiet, and they would be if Chris were around. Chris is likely to do something wacky like join in.
He's kind of disappointed when he spends the night alone, but at least he gets a full nights' sleep. This is actually good, considering what is planned for the day. This was one of those ideas that came to him, and he's regretted it ever since mentioning it. Chris and Justin had both loved the idea, but Lance has never liked this kind of thing.
He's not sure why he planned it, other than thinking that the rest of the guys would enjoy it. Joey's always been a fan, and that's probably what solidified it for him in the first place.
They were going on a dirt-bike ride through the Nevada desert and Lance had an entire day of eating dust to look forward to.
And there was no way for him to get out of it. For a brief second he thought about pretending to be sick but he was hoping to get to talk to both Joey and Chris, alone, to see if he could figure out what the deal was with them both.
Lance drags himself out of bed and stumbles to the bathroom. He groans when both showers are already full; one with Joey and one with Chris. He doesn't know which to pretend not to look at first.
Chris' shower shuts off first and he steps out without a towel on. Lance stares for a second before he realizes he is and starts blushing. "Joey! Lance is looking at me!"
Joey says in his best 'dad voice,' "Lance, quit looking at Chris. Chris, quit being a tattletale."
Lance sticks his tongue out at Chris, who just waggles his eyebrows and thrusts his hips towards Lance in response. "God, Chris!"
Chris just laughs and rubs himself against Lance as he leaves the bathroom. Now he's damp *and* turned on. Before Joey gets out of his shower, Lance figures it's a good idea for him to get into the one just vacated by Chris, lest he be found with the hard on he's now sporting.
Thankfully, Joey makes his way out of the bathroom after a few minutes, leaving Lance to jerk off quickly after he shampoos his hair. After yesterday's conversation with Joey, and Chris touching him this morning, it's not like it takes long.
Lance is also thrilled when he makes it to his room before Joey or Chris get out of theirs. Maybe the day will be less eventful.
There's no way he can be that lucky.
~*~
Dirt bikes are the devil's toys. Or something. Lance hates them. It's only lunch time and he's already miserable. He's hot and sweaty, and that combination makes him very, very cranky. He wants a shower and a cold beverage. Preferably at the same time. And definitely including alcohol. Lots of alcohol.
Lance pokes at the limp lettuce that is supposed to be a salad and looks mournfully at his decidedly un-alcoholic lemonade.
Justin and Joey and Chris are all talking a mile a minute, loving every minute of the dirt-bike ride. They like dirt, they like being dirty.
Lance only likes being dirty if it involves sex. And no matter how many band-mates that have either offered or already seduced him, he's pretty sure he's no longer in the mood.
And with that thought, he decides that he really hates dirt.
~*~
It seems like hours before they're done. In reality it's only two, but still Lance is cranky and irritable. Everyone else notices, and of course Chris has to say something on the way back to their hotel.
"What's wrong, Lancikins? Are you dirty?"
"Not in the mood, Chris," Lance tries.
"Like that's ever stopped me before? I…"
Maybe it's the look on Lance's face, or maybe it's the fact that Justin leaps on Chris' back and starts shouting, "Giddy up!"
The wink that Justin gives Lance does not go unnoticed. Lance smiles for the first time in hours and tries to think of something special to do for his new best friend.
After his shower, Lance is in a much better mood. He apologizes to both Chris and Justin and tries to round everyone up for dinner.
But, Steve wants some down time with just him and room service, Joey wants Italian again, JC is in the mood for sushi, and Chris, Justin and Trace have already ordered pizza. Lance figures that it might be a good time to talk to Joey and ends up joining him at a restaurant close to their hotel.
After they order, Joey grins and asks, "So, what's on the agenda for this evening?"
"Hookers."
Joey had just taken a drink of his water and ends up coughing and choking. Lance just grins until Joey has it under control. "Seriously?"
Lance nods. "Well, kind of. I arranged for a few strippers and from what I hear, they all have very loose policies on that sort of thing; it's really up to the lady."
"You got me hookers? Does Kelly know?"
"God, no. And on all the schedules it just says something about staying at the hotel for a night of gambling. And if you want, we can always change things, Joe. I just thought…"
"No! I mean. I don't want to mess with your schedule or anything."
Lance laughs. The waitress shows up then and they both order their dinner and the drinks. The conversation dies, and there's the awkwardness that Lance was worried about.
Joey coughs and takes a long drink of his water before staring at something over Lance's head. "So, did you think about what I asked you before?"
Blushing, Lance nods. "I did. And I'm totally on board. You just have to name the time and place."
With a raised eyebrow, Joey asks, "Are you sure? I meant that part about not fucking up our friendship. You're my best friend, I don't want to fuck with that, but you're one of the only people I trust that much, you know?"
"I'm sure. It might be weird or whatever for a little bit…but it's okay. It's not like I've never thought about it."
"What are you talking about? You've been after my ass for years, Bass," Joey says with a laugh.
Lance rolls his eyes. "Whatever, Fatone. You've been pining for me since before I was legal, haven't you?"
They're both laughing when their drinks arrive. "Pining? Bass, you're insane."
Maybe he is, but Lance really doesn't care. "Did you like the bikes today? I hope you really enjoyed it, because I only did it for you."
"Aww! How sweet! You got dirty for me."
"Dude, that was so wrong. Seriously, how can you like being dirty? That shower was the best thing I've ever felt."
Laughing again, Joey shakes his head and wheezes slightly. "Absolutely certifiable."
Lance can't help but nod and then they're off in another round of laughter.
~*~
After dinner and a lot of alcohol, Lance and Joey stumble back to their room. The other guys are waiting for them, Justin and Chris chomping at the bit to go gamble, but when Joey and Lance just giggle and shake their heads when he asks if they're ready to go, Chris scowls.
"What do you mean? The schedule says gambling."
"Like you read it," Lance scoffs. "Did JC tell you what was planned? Or Lonnie?"
"Shut up, Bass."
"The schedule is a lie." He turns his arm and checks out his watch. "As a matter of fact, the schedule is a dirty, lying whore."
Chris stares at him for a second and then turns to Joey. "How much did he have to drink?"
Joey shrugs. "He's telling the truth. The schedule is a decoy. To ow-thraw elly-Kay off-ay…uhh…the…acks-tray." He smiles and then mock-whispers, "Lance got us strippers."
Nodding, and pretty smug, Lance agrees. "They'll be here in like twenty minutes."
Justin and Trace high-five and JC smiles. "Strippers," Chris repeats like he can't believe it. "Honest-to-God-strippers?" He moves his hands in front of his chest, miming boobs. "With like, boobs, right, Bass?"
"God, Chris, yes. They're strippers with boobs. Big ones, too, if I get what I asked for. So go change all your twenties for ones and get ready."
JC gets up and asks, "Who's up for a drink?" Everyone calls their order out, Chris loudest of all and Lance winks at Joey.
~*~
It's not that the strippers are boring exactly, it's just that Lance would much rather watch the other guys' responses to them, rather than the girls themselves. Trace hasn't blinked since they showed up. Justin giggles periodically, but neither of them is that entertaining. JC is whispering with one of the tall, leggy brunettes, both of them giggling and nodding periodically. The pole that's in JC's room springs to mind and the image doesn't leave his head for several minutes.
When he can drag his eyes away, Lance watches Joey. He's got another of the dark-haired girls grinding on him and the grin on his face is enough to make the whole night worth it. Lance finishes the drink in his hand and gets up unsteadily to make himself another.
When he sits back down, he finds himself next to Chris, staring at the pink sparkly G-string of the only blonde stripper. She's the one with the biggest breasts, which she's rubbing in Chris' face. Lance tucks a bill into her panties, noticing the smooth skin.
"This is awesome," Chris says, a little muffled.
"Glad you're enjoying yourself." Lance watches until he finishes his drink again and has to use the bathroom. "Excuse me," he whispers and eases himself off the couch, so as not to disturb anyone.
When he gets out, JC and the girl he was talking to have left and Justin and Trace are practically out the door with the one that was dancing for them. Joey and Chris are sitting next to each other with the last two girls swaying slightly, the looks on their pretty faces almost as disinterested as Lance's.
Joey smiles at Lance and motions him over. "This is great, man. Thanks."
Nodding, Lance smiles back and settles in to watch. He's paid for the girls until midnight. He knows it's close to that and when the music goes quiet for a second, he suggests the girls have something to drink. While they're mixing things at the bar, Lance leans over and whispers, "Hey, do you guys want them to stay?"
Joey shrugs. "Nah, man. I mean, dancing is nice and all, but, uh, I really shouldn't do that."
Chris nods in agreement. "Boobs are nice, but I'm exhausted."
Grateful, Lance agrees. He pulls out his wallet and heads over to talk to the girls. He tips them well and ushers them to the door before handing them off to one of the security guys Lonnie brought with him and closing the door behind them.
"That was fun," Joey says brightly.
Lance nods. "We don't have to get up early tomorrow. We don't have anything planned until dinner. That's when all the other people are joining us and then we've got the surprise after."
"This wasn't the surprise?" Chris gestures with his hands around the mostly-trashed suite.
Lance laughs. "Well, this was, sure. But tomorrow night is what I'm most looking forward to."
"I thought I told you, 'no male strippers,' Lance," Joey says with a smile.
"Hey! You never said that. And didn't I deliver tonight and the rest of the week? You guys just have to trust me."
Chris groans and buries his face in his hands, mumbling something about being doomed. Lance just grins.
~*~
Lance is up early the next morning, despite his own words that nothing was planned. He doesn't expect anyone else to be awake, so when he finds Joey in the bathroom showering, he's a little surprised.
He climbs into his own shower and turns the spray on as hot as he can stand it. He's still got his face under the spray when the door opens. "Hey, Lance."
"Joe!" Lance thinks about covering himself and then figures that it doesn't matter anymore.
"If I get rid of Chris this afternoon, can we…uh. Do that…thing…that we discussed?"
Lance laughs. "You're not going to kill him, right?"
"It'd be too hard to find a new person with his range and height. I think the fans would notice."
"Today is good, Joey."
Joey nods and arches his eyebrows. He takes a sweeping look at Lance and bites his lip. "You'll be careful, right?" His eyes have fallen on the swell of Lance's cock and Lance is nodding when the door slams open and Chris bounds in.
"Hey! Is Lance giving a free show? I want to see!" He elbows his way in, despite both Joey's and Lance's protests. "You guys know the rules. No free shows without me."
"Jesus, Chris. We were just talking."
"Naked talking falls under the same rules. I just like to be involved when there's nakedness. Especially you, Lance. You know I can't resist that fine ass of yours." Chris bats his eyes and then leers. Lance has no idea how he manages to look so innocent and dirty at the same time.
Joey laughs as he leaves the room and Lance manages to get his shower door closed before Chris realizes what has happened, which officially ends naked Lance time.
Chris sounds disappointed as he gets into his own shower. Lance is smiling as he rinses his hair. Hopefully Joey will be able to get Chris occupied for the afternoon. It could prove to be an interesting day.
Lance is a little confused about the whole Chris thing. Chris isn't acting any weirder than normal, and, while his flirting has gotten a little more outrageous, he hasn't suggested anything further. It must be a fling or something. But if Chris isn't acting awkward about it, Lance isn't going to either.
~*~
Joey must have talked to Justin at some point because just before lunch, he challenges Chris to a rematch of some video game back over at the Luxor, suggesting that Chris just got lucky and Justin has always been the more superior player. After the obligatory tackling to the ground, Chris still has to defend his wounded pride and ends up getting into a cab with one of the security guards and Justin to head over there.
Joey smiles at Lance from across the room and Lance feels giddy with the twist of heat that spins through his stomach. Lance nods and smiles. Sure, he was joking with Joey about how long he'd been thinking about this, but if he was honest with himself, it had been a long, long time.
Dinner is planned for later in the evening - everyone is supposed to meet at seven o'clock. They have plenty of time to do whatever Joey wants.
After lunch, they manage to lose JC in the casino. Lance feels a little bad, but knows that Mike will make sure he's okay. When the elevator closes behind them, Lance looks over at Joey and smiles shyly. He has no idea why he feels shy all of a sudden. It's just Joey.
Joey grins back. "This is a little weird, huh?"
Lance nods. "I…uh. I went ahead and made sure we had everything. I mean, you know…stuff."
Thankfully, the doors open and they hurry to the room. When they get inside, Joey takes the initiative and pushes Lance against the door and leans down for a kiss. When their lips meet Lance can't hold back a groan and when Joey's hands slip around his neck, it's just about perfect.
Lance pushes that thought away and kisses Joey back, opening his mouth, letting Joey inside, and then winds his fingers in Joey's shirt and hangs on. His knees feel like they're going to give out on him soon and his brain seems to have forgotten to use his nose to breathe.
Joey pulls back and stares for a second before grabbing Lance by the wrist and practically dragging him towards a bedroom. It turns out to be Lance's - which is great because that's where all the stuff is that he got.
Finally, in the room, Joey lets Lance go and he sets to work on getting them both naked. Lance really likes the take charge attitude Joey's going with and smiles when he notices the shaking fingers at the button of his jeans.
"Joe, Joey. Hey, it's okay," Lance soothes, his voice a little deeper than normal. And then he reaches to help Joey in the whole getting naked process. It seems to surprise Joey and he looks up with his eyes staring into Lance's. He smiles and the button finally gives.
Lance gives a little hip shimmy and his jeans pool onto the floor. He kicks off his shoes and takes a step forward to press himself against Joey. Lance really likes the groan that Joey gives and leans up to kiss him before he starts in on Joey's clothing.
Once they're both naked, Lance takes Joey's hand and leads him to the bed. It's like all the confidence Joey had left when the clothing did. He leans in just to kiss Joey, maybe reassure him or let him know that everything is okay.
It starts out as kissing, but Lance can't keep his hands still and it ends up being more exploratory, especially when Joey's hands slide down his body and pull Lance close enough that he's practically sitting in his lap.
Lance can feel Joey's hard cock straining against him, but the whimper that Joey lets out when he pulls back is what really turns Lance on. He drops to his knees and slides his hands up Joey's thighs. "Everything still okay, Joe?"
Joey nods, and that's good enough for Lance. He nuzzles closer, relishing in the heady scent that's so very Joey that it's rather intoxicating. A tentative lick, just to see what kind of sound Joey will make when he does, before he takes the head of Joey's cock into his mouth.
It's somewhere between a groan and a squeal. Lance isn't sure what to call the noise, but he really likes it. Joey's voice is husky with desire when he gasps out Lance's name. Pure encouragement, Lance scoots a little closer and takes as much of Joey into his mouth as he can. It earns him a little moan and Lance throws himself into it.
He swirls his tongue and sucks as hard as he can. He's good at this, confident in his skills. Joey's hands come down to rest in his hair, like he's not sure what's allowed. Lance groans around the cock in his mouth and pushes up into them.
"God, Lance. So good." He's thrusting now and Lance just takes it. It's sloppy and messy, but this is the time when he completely doesn't mind, encourages it even. Joey's hands and hips work together, using Lance, using his mouth and it's so hot that Lance's own cock is hard against his belly, begging for release.
It doesn't take much longer for Joey to come. He stills, his upstroke filling Lance's mouth with come. Swallowing fast, Lance tries not to choke now - he doesn't want to ruin anything.
He pulls back, panting harshly before climbing onto the bed next to Joey and wrapping himself around him. "That was amazing," Joey whispers.
Lance grins against Joey's neck and opens his mouth to say something when Joey pushes him back and just takes his mouth in a fierce kiss. It's all he can do to just whimper and let it happen. He always knew this would be good, he'd always hoped he'd get a chance to find out.
"I think you should fuck me, now," Joey says into Lance's ear.
"Oh, God. Joey."
"Yeah. I think you should."
He twists himself to Lance's side and lies on his back, his breath still coming in little gasps. Lance can't believe that this is actually going to happen. He drops a soft kiss on Joey's lips before moving down, open-mouthed, wet kisses left behind as he does. "If I do anything you don't like, let me know. I don't want to hurt you."
"Okay. Just…I…it's going to a little, right?"
Lance nods and reaches for the bottle of lube and condom in the drawer of the night stand. "I'll be as careful as I can, and if you relax, it shouldn't be too bad."
Reality always puts a little damper on things. As Lance kneels between Joey's thighs, his own erection has faded a little. It makes it easier to concentrate on doing things right, on making this good for Joey.
After warming the lube slightly on his fingers, Lance slides one down the length of Joey's cock, to his balls and behind, watching intently as Joey's body shivers in response.
"That's not exactly new," Joey warns.
Lance pushes gently inside, gasping slightly as his breath is taken away by the sheer intensity of actually being inside Joey. Slick, hot and so wonderful that he probably moves things a little too fast by adding a second finger almost immediately.
Joey gasps slightly and then relaxes. "Sorry," Lance mumbles.
"No, no," he whispers. Joey stretches a little, pushing himself onto Lance's fingers. "It's good."
Lance concentrates on preparing Joey. When Joey's breathing changes and he starts arching into the thrusts more, Lance adds a third finger. That forces another gasp from Joey, but before Lance can even say anything, Joey is pushing into it, groaning and saying Lance's name.
Joey is beautiful, all spread out on the sheets, his eyes closed, his head pushed back into the pillows. Lance wraps his other hand around Joey's cock, coaxing it back to hardness.
Lance tries not to notice how badly his hands are shaking when he pulls them away from Joey. It takes him two tries to open the condom with his slippery fingers. Finally, he uses his teeth and somehow manages to roll it onto his cock.
"Relax, Joe. Don't tense up on me, now," Lance whispers as he lines himself up and starts to press inside.
He doesn't want to rush things. Lance pushes in steadily, going slow, so slow, biting his lip trying not to lose control and just thrust as hard as he wants to. Joey feels so good inside and when Lance hears the groan and feels the following little hip shimmy that Joey gives, it's all he can do to hold himself back.
"God, Lance. I didn't think it would feel like this," Joey pants.
"Are you okay? This is okay?" Lance can't imagine stopping now, but he will if Joey wants him to.
"Yes," Joey hisses and pushes up hard, fully sheathing Lance inside.
Almost afraid to move, Lance wraps his fingers around Joey's hips and tries to catch his breath.
"Move, Lance. Please, move. God."
He can't hold back any more, and can't think of anymore reasons why he should when Joey's lying there begging for it. Slow and steady strokes, all the way in before sliding out, a rhythm that is making Joey shake and Lance slowly lose his mind.
"Joe," Lance pants. He's really not going to make it if Joey keeps moving like he is. "Jesus."
"So good, Lance. Please," Joey moans.
Lance closes his eyes and moves faster. He can hear Joey's breathing quicken and the feelings twisting through him force him closer to orgasm.
With one hand still on Joey's hip, Lance slides the other one to wrap around Joey's cock and starts to jerk him off in time to the thrusts inside him. Joey lets out a little whimper before saying Lance's name in the deepest, huskiest voice Lance has ever heard Joey use. Muscles clamp down on Lance's cock as Joey comes and Lance groans with the effort not to come yet.
"Come on, Lance. I want to feel it," Joey begs and it's all over for Lance.
Lance only manages a few more thrusts before he moans and finally comes. When he collapses next to Joey on the bed, arms come around him and hands slide down his back, soothing him until they both catch their breath.
Joey smiles down at him and Lance can't stop the huge grin spreading across his face. Lance takes a deep breath and wrinkles his nose. "We need to shower."
"I thought you didn't mind dirtiness at times like these."
"Oh, yeah, but only because I know showers are so close by. Come on, Joe. No sleeping."
Lance slides off one side of the bed before tugging Joey behind him, both grinning as they make their way to the bathroom.
~*~
Dinner turns out to be a much bigger event than Lance had expected, especially after his afternoon. He's completely relaxed and nothing at all seems to bother him though, so that's one good thing.
Everyone is supposed to meet at Gallagher's steakhouse at the New York, New York hotel. But of course, it can't go smoothly.
No one has heard from JC. He's apparently lost. Lance can't seem to find Mike by phone either and that's the last person he saw JC with.
Chris, Justin and Trace have all arrived on time, thanks to Lonnie, but they're the only ones.
Tom Arnold calls and he and the Superman guy are at the wrong restaurant, but at least the right hotel. He promises that they'll be there in a few minutes. Joey still doesn't know Tom's going to be bringing Lex Luthor.
AJ, Nick and Howie, which are the only guys that show up from Backstreet, are a few minutes late, but mostly on time. When they arrive, they all clap Joey on the back, giving excuses for Kevin and Brian, saying they're pussy-whipped, while giving Joey pointed looks.
Wilmer and Danny are at the wrong hotel altogether and no one has any idea where Steve is.
Lance spots Tom Arnold when he finally arrives and when Mike shows up with JC and Steve, they decide to start and then just have the stragglers catch up when they get there.
They end up with two waitresses so they aren't that haggard by the time they all put in their drink orders. Joey is all smiles. Lance watches from across the table as Joey chats animatedly with the mostly bald guy that Tom Arnold brought with him. The guy still has his sunglasses on and laughs loudly at whatever Joey is saying. It makes Lance grin.
JC and AJ are whispering together. Lance picks up some of their conversation - something about studio time, Lance thinks. Nick and Howie are holding hands underneath the table like no one notices. Lance grins at Nick and rolls his eyes. He and Nick have always understood each other.
Chris and Tom seem to be discussing something complicated, but for all of their hand gestures and weird noises, though, it could be the video game that Chris had played earlier. The stragglers arrive after a while, and as soon as they do and everyone has their drinks, Lance clears his throat and gets everyone's attention.
"Hi, everyone. I just want to thank you all for coming to Joey's bachelor party. Some of us have been here are all week, and this is the topper to a week of fun and depravity. Although if the bride-to-be asks, there was only sody-pop and board games."
Everyone laughs and Lance continues. "The rest of the night has been kept in strictest of secrecy, and since you're all here, after dinner, everyone should just make their way over to the Zumanity Theater, where we'll have our evening's entertainment."
Chris asks loudly, "Zumanity? That's what you've been keeping secret? Oh, wait. There's nakedness, isn't there?"
"Yes, Chris. There's plenty of nakedness. And from what I hear, there's even a girl all dressed up in a dominatrix outfit, just in case you get out of line."
The waitresses are hovering just out of sight of most of the table, their arms filled with trays of food so Lance motions them over. "It looks like dinner is ready, so everyone have fun and then on with the nakedness."
Everyone raises their glasses, toasting to Joey as Lance sits down. Lance grins.
~*~
After the craziness of dinner, getting to the show is relatively easy. Their tickets have already been confirmed and all their seats are right up front. Lance snags one of the duo sofas and is torn when he ends up between Joey and Chris.
Lance notices that the other two sofas he managed to reserve are immediately pounced on by Howie and Nick and JC and AJ, respectively. Lance really doesn't want to know. He makes sure that everyone else has their seats and stools and finally settles down to watch the show.
Chris is closest and when the lights go down, they end up mostly snuggling, which is fine with Lance. Joey leans in on the other side and Lance ends up warm and turned on for the entire show.
And the show itself? Well, Lance is amazed. He loves it. He's not amazed that he loves it. He's just amazed at how good it is. It's funny and sexy and just plain awesome.
Halfway through the show, during the part of the show where mostly naked men are practically kissing, Chris leans over and whispers, "Lance, I…listen. Can I…can we. Later…"
Lance reaches over and squeezes Chris' thigh. He doesn't really answer him, but Chris seems to take that as one because he threads his fingers through Lance's and turns back to the show.
The rest of the show is so engaging that Lance barely notices that time has gone by. He's still holding Chris' hand when the lights come on and he tugs his hand away gently with an apologetic smile. Chris looks down like he hadn't noticed either.
Everyone else seems to have enjoyed themselves as well. Lance tries to round everyone up to go back to the Palms to either gamble, drink or sleep. He really doesn't care which and after everyone gets there, his job for the week is done. He's never planning another bachelor party. Ever. And if any of the rest of the guys gets married, he's not buying them a gift unless they elope.
They end up losing two or three people, but Lance really isn't concerned when the important people are back at their hotel. After having Jesse arrange for any extra rooms that are needed, Lance begs off from gambling and heads up to his room. After his full week of fun, he really needs some down time. Plus, Chris might follow through with his vague come-on and Lance might get to have sex again.
Yawning, Lance makes himself a drink and drops onto the sofa. He's already had a lot to drink and is still pleasantly buzzing. He doesn't even bother to turn on the television. He just closes his eyes and breathes.
He blinks open his eyes when he hears the door open. It turns out to be Chris, and he finishes his drink and stands. Chris smiles back and goes in for a kiss.
They're still kissing when the door opens and Joey walks in. Lance looks up, startled. It isn't that he forgot that Joey could possibly show up, it's just that the thought never crossed his mind. He stares, and he must have had a lot more to drink than he thought. Because he hears himself saying, "Joey. Come here, Joey." He gets a strange look from both Chris and Joey, but he doesn't let go of Chris.
He's not sure what he's thinking.
Joey takes a step forward, like he trusts Lance, but he's not sure what he means. "Chris, you stay," he clarifies. They both stare at him some more, but Joey takes another couple of steps and Lance pulls Chris to him for another kiss.
Chris pulls back. "Um, Lance." His eyes dart from Joey back to Lance.
"No. It's okay. I promise." He reaches out to Joey and pulls him closer until he's close enough that Lance can lean up and press a kiss to his lips.
"Both?" Chris is whispering, like he doesn't quite believe it.
Lance nods. "Come on. It will be good. Good."
Joey and Chris exchange a look before Joey shrugs and Chris starts to smile. Lance takes both of their hands and pulls them towards his bedroom. He really hopes the maid that he asked for special earlier had already been there. He's in luck and he's so leaving her an extra big tip.
When they're inside, he turns and drops their hands. Lance figures the best way to break the ice is to start taking off his own clothes. Hopefully, Chris and Joey will follow. He's pretty sure they will.
His fingers are much steadier than he thought they would be when he reaches for the buttons on his shirt. He only gets the first few undone before he gets frustrated and just pulls it over his head. Chris grins and just whips his t-shirt off, tossing it across the room.
Lance starts to work on his pants, kicking them off with his shoes before he takes a couple of steps and stands in front of Joey. Joey is staring at him, and his eyes are heavy-lidded with desire.
"Joe," Lance whispers. He leans up and kisses Joey again, opening his mouth, pressing his tongue inside Joey's mouth. Arms wrap around him from the back and Chris is pressed up against him, naked and dropping kisses onto the back of his neck.
Groaning slightly, Joey slides his hands up Lance's arms and Lance takes the opportunity to go to work on Joey's clothes. He's the only one with any clothes on at all - as far as he can tell Chris is completely naked behind him.
Joey starts helping with the clothing and when they're finally all naked, Lance sits on the bed and pulls Chris to him. He feels the bed dip as Joey climbs onto the bed behind him. Chris leans into him, his cock pressing into Lance's chest as he does, and Lance looks up to find Chris and Joey kissing.
He knew this would work.
Chris pulls back and kisses Lance before lowering himself slowly to his knees. He looks up at Lance and grins before he wraps his hands around Lance's cock and starts licking. Lance groans and twists his head around and drags Joey down for a kiss.
It's so hot that Lance is afraid he's going to come. He pulls away from Joey, panting and slides his hand down Chris' face. "Chris. I don't want to come yet. I want to fuck you."
He can feel Chris' groan around his cock and he shudders. Joey moans behind him and when Chris pulls back with a wipe to his face, Lance turns and smiles. "Do you want to fuck me?"
Joey nods so enthusiastically that Lance can't help but chuckle a little. "At the same time?" he whispers and Lance can't help but smile at that.
"If we can manage it, yes. I think we can," he says with confidence.
Chris spreads himself out on the bed, smiling, and Lance stands up and rummages in the night stand for lube and condoms. He crawls back onto the bed and settles between Chris' knees.
Joey creeps up the bed and stretches out next to Chris. When they start kissing, Lance closes his eyes - it's too much hotness for his brain to comprehend. He needs his eyes to be able to get Chris ready and he really wants this.
He forces himself to look away and grabs the lube. Lance drizzles some on his fingers and bends forward, wrapping his slick fingers around Chris' cock and stroking lightly. Chris groans into Joey's mouth and pulls back. "Lance," he pants. "Fuck me."
"Yeah," Lance breathes. He slides his fingers down behind Chris' balls to his opening.
"Come on, Lance." Chris pushes towards him and Lance's finger slips inside. "God, there."
Lance twists his finger around and adds a second. He thrusts them a couple of times, watching as Chris goes back to kissing Joey, although his hips don't stop moving. With a grin, Lance bends and takes the head of Chris' cock into his mouth, twirling his tongue around, just to see what Chris will do.
Apparently, he can sing a lot higher than any of them thought. The noise he makes is something Lance has never heard. "Jesus Christ, Lance. Just fuck me already," he orders.
Lance leans back on his heels and grins. The condoms have disappeared so he searches for them underneath Chris. When he finds them in a fold of the blanket, he opens one with his teeth and rolls it on quickly. Lance lines himself up and starts to push inside Chris and Joey pulls away and scoots towards Lance.
Trying to go slowly proves difficult when Chris just keeps pushing himself closer, begging Lance to go faster, to quit playing around and to fuck him as hard as he can. So he does. As hard as he can.
Lance can feel Joey move behind him now. "Joe," he whispers. "Just…do you remember what to do?"
Chris looks up questioningly at him but Lance twists his hips on the next thrust and the only thing on Chris' face is pleasure.
Joey's hands slide down Lance's back and Lance can feel them shake as they get to the cleft of his ass. He slows his thrusts into Chris when he hears the click of the bottle of lube. Chris whimpers when Lance stops but Lance takes his cock in his hand and starts to jerk him off slowly.
They've all moved together for years and it's like a dance that Lance just has to figure out the choreography for. Joey slides a finger inside him and Lance moans and he can't help the little thrust he gives. Chris arches towards him and he wants to just *fuck* but he restrains himself until Joey pushes another finger inside him.
"Joe, Joey. God. Come on. I need you inside me."
He can hear Joey moan and then shift on the bed. Chris strains up against him. "Please, Lance."
"Shh, Chris. Just one more second."
Joey is slow, deliberate when he pushes inside Lance. "God, yes," Joey hisses. It takes a few abortive thrusts before they get coordinated and start moving together.
Chris comes first, his cock in Lance's fist. Lance is only a couple of hard thrusts behind. He groans loudly and drapes himself across Chris as Joey pushes inside him. "Fuck me, Joe," he begs and when Joey starts moving in earnest, Chris wraps his arms around Lance and kisses him through it.
"Lance," Joey moans. His thrusts change, no rhythm now as he pushes inside. "God."
Chris' lips still cover Lance's. When Joey comes, it's the only thing that prevents Lance from screaming. He can feel his cock twitch against Chris' thigh.
Joey struggles to the side and falls to the pillows. Lance is too exhausted to move, but he's happier than he can remember being in a long while. "Mmm," Lance mumbles against Chris' neck.
"Yeah, me too," Chris rasps back.
Joey throws an arm over them both and before Lance can even think of getting up for a shower, he's asleep.
~*~
When Lance wakes up, Joey is gone but Chris is still snuggled against him. Lance turns over and stares at the ceiling. He slides away from Chris and makes his way to the bathroom.
Joey's there and he grins at him in the mirror. Lance smiles back and gestures at the toilet so Joey will at least not watch while he does his business. No matter how comfortable he's gotten with the guys, he doesn't think he can pee while one of them watches.
Lance has finished by the time Chris finds them a few seconds later. They all grin at each other and Chris takes his place at the toilet. Lance climbs into the shower and smiles to himself.
It's been a good week.
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