heh, well. here it is, then. i hope it's what you wanted.
Lance was drunk. Actually, Lance was beyond drunk, which was the only reason he was standing on his chair, attempting to climb onto the bartop. JC and Chris were cheering, egging him on, and Lance shook his ass at them as he stood, almost knocking himself off balance in the process.
“Oh my god,” Justin moaned, slumping forward in his seat, putting his head in his hands. “Please tell me this isn’t happening. It isn’t Thursday night. The entire school population isn’t here. No one’s going to know that I hang out with these morons.”
Joey knocked back another shot of vodka, grinning at his normally sensible classmate, who was currently the object of both JC and Chris’ attention as he began stripping himself of his shirt, revealing a very tempting portion of skin.
“Give me one of those,” AJ McLean demanded, his eyes never leaving Lance’s naked body. “Fuck, the boy is hot.”
Joey smirked, pouring AJ a shot and sliding the glass over. He worked the bars on Thursday and Friday, and the drinks were always stronger those nights, which was, among other things, a popularity boost. Although it would seem Lance was going to do far better in that aspect than Joey.
Lance peeled his shirt off, finally, and threw at JC, giggling when it hit JC in the face. Chris whistled, loudly, and was quickly followed by a multitude of other students. Lance grinned, sliding his hands over his body and then up into his hair, and JC scrambled to pull Lance’s shirt off his head before he missed out on anything.
“C’mere, baby,” Chris yelled, over the music, pulling out a couple of ten dollar bills and waving them around. “Make it good for me.”
JC elbowed him out of the way, clutching crisp notes himself.
Lance looked over, and shimmied his way toward them, eyes glinting.
“Oh, fuck no. They cannot be doing this. I have two years left in this place.” Justin prayed, as he realized what was happening. He stood, quickly, only swaying slightly on his feet as he tried to push his way through the crowd. “LANCE, you fuckhead, come down! You’re in public!”
Lance didn’t hear him. Justin suspected he wouldn’t have listened, either way, and he tried to get closer, stumbling over his own feet in the process. A pair of arms latched onto him before he could hit the ground, and when Justin looked up Nick Carter was grinning down at him, pulling him upright.
“You okay?” Nick asked, half-laughingly, as he led Justin to a less crowded corner.
Justin looked back at where Lance was wriggling his butt in JC’s face, much to Chris’ amusement, and groaned. “Nowhere close.”
Joey grinned as he watched their exchange, but his focus was pulled back to Lance in the next moment. JC was grinning as Lance slowly lowered himself into a crouch, and he reached to stuff the money in the waistband of Lance’s jeans.
“Why, thank you,” Lance purred, low and rough, standing again. The heat pooled in JC’s stomach as Lance leaned over and kissed him squarely on the mouth, giggling as he pulled back, and suddenly JC felt shockingly sober.
AJ blinked from where he was sitting, motioning for another glass of alcohol. “Damn.”
Chris nudged JC aside, leering at Lance. “There’s more where that came from.”
“Shut up, Chris.” JC reached a hand out, suddenly realizing that there were a lot more people there than he remembered. “Come on, Lance, let’s get you home.”
“Will there be beer?” Lance asked, but he took JC’s hand before there was any reply, because JC looked worried, and Lance was having none of that. He was still feeling giddy with inebriation, though, and his foot slipped as he tried to come down. “Whoops,” he giggled, as he fell forward and knocked JC over.
Chris cackled at the winded expression on JC’s face, and went to get another drink without helping them up.
“Ow,” Lance sighed, sprawled out on top of JC. “Hi JC.”
“Hi,” JC managed, as he tried to assess the damage he’d done to himself. “Do you mind getti-mmf.”
The rest of that sentence was muffled by Lance’s mouth, and Justin let out another loud expletive when he saw them. “Why can’t my friends be normal?” he grumbled, sinking back against the wall.
Nick just grinned at him, and offered to get Justin another drink.
Lance was drunk. Actually, Lance was beyond drunk, which was the only reason he was standing on his chair, attempting to climb onto the bartop. JC and Chris were cheering, egging him on, and Lance shook his ass at them as he stood, almost knocking himself off balance in the process.
“Oh my god,” Justin moaned, slumping forward in his seat, putting his head in his hands. “Please tell me this isn’t happening. It isn’t Thursday night. The entire school population isn’t here. No one’s going to know that I hang out with these morons.”
Joey knocked back another shot of vodka, grinning at his normally sensible classmate, who was currently the object of both JC and Chris’ attention as he began stripping himself of his shirt, revealing a very tempting portion of skin.
“Give me one of those,” AJ McLean demanded, his eyes never leaving Lance’s naked body. “Fuck, the boy is hot.”
Joey smirked, pouring AJ a shot and sliding the glass over. He worked the bars on Thursday and Friday, and the drinks were always stronger those nights, which was, among other things, a popularity boost. Although it would seem Lance was going to do far better in that aspect than Joey.
Lance peeled his shirt off, finally, and threw at JC, giggling when it hit JC in the face. Chris whistled, loudly, and was quickly followed by a multitude of other students. Lance grinned, sliding his hands over his body and then up into his hair, and JC scrambled to pull Lance’s shirt off his head before he missed out on anything.
“C’mere, baby,” Chris yelled, over the music, pulling out a couple of ten dollar bills and waving them around. “Make it good for me.”
JC elbowed him out of the way, clutching crisp notes himself.
Lance looked over, and shimmied his way toward them, eyes glinting.
“Oh, fuck no. They cannot be doing this. I have two years left in this place.” Justin prayed, as he realized what was happening. He stood, quickly, only swaying slightly on his feet as he tried to push his way through the crowd. “LANCE, you fuckhead, come down! You’re in public!”
Lance didn’t hear him. Justin suspected he wouldn’t have listened, either way, and he tried to get closer, stumbling over his own feet in the process. A pair of arms latched onto him before he could hit the ground, and when Justin looked up Nick Carter was grinning down at him, pulling him upright.
“You okay?” Nick asked, half-laughingly, as he led Justin to a less crowded corner.
Justin looked back at where Lance was wriggling his butt in JC’s face, much to Chris’ amusement, and groaned. “Nowhere close.”
Joey grinned as he watched their exchange, but his focus was pulled back to Lance in the next moment. JC was grinning as Lance slowly lowered himself into a crouch, and he reached to stuff the money in the waistband of Lance’s jeans.
“Why, thank you,” Lance purred, low and rough, standing again. The heat pooled in JC’s stomach as Lance leaned over and kissed him squarely on the mouth, giggling as he pulled back, and suddenly JC felt shockingly sober.
AJ blinked from where he was sitting, motioning for another glass of alcohol. “Damn.”
Chris nudged JC aside, leering at Lance. “There’s more where that came from.”
“Shut up, Chris.” JC reached a hand out, suddenly realizing that there were a lot more people there than he remembered. “Come on, Lance, let’s get you home.”
“Will there be beer?” Lance asked, but he took JC’s hand before there was any reply, because JC looked worried, and Lance was having none of that. He was still feeling giddy with inebriation, though, and his foot slipped as he tried to come down. “Whoops,” he giggled, as he fell forward and knocked JC over.
Chris cackled at the winded expression on JC’s face, and went to get another drink without helping them up.
“Ow,” Lance sighed, sprawled out on top of JC. “Hi JC.”
“Hi,” JC managed, as he tried to assess the damage he’d done to himself. “Do you mind getti-mmf.”
The rest of that sentence was muffled by Lance’s mouth, and Justin let out another loud expletive when he saw them. “Why can’t my friends be normal?” he grumbled, sinking back against the wall.
Nick just grinned at him, and offered to get Justin another drink.
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I adore this. *giggles*
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*falls over with relief*
hee! i tried. i'm just. you liked. yes.
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thank you!
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