Birthday wishes
Today is the very lovely krankykittie's birthday, and so this morning, I was trying to think of a little something that I could do to celebrate that, and this little Basez popped into my head. Tonia, I know that it's not a Moment, but I hope that you like it just the same. Happy Birthday!!!
Lance had shown up at JC's house just before noon and had greeted JC with, "Bored. Wanna' do lunch?"
They went to Mel's, which Lance didn't love, but he wasn't going to complain. Not when JC had dropped whatever he'd been working on and gone with Lance without so much as a peep.
So, Lance endured Mel's and then JC dragging him through all of his favorite consignment shops, because it was a hell of a lot more entertaining to watch JC ohh and ahh over vintage clothing than it was to sit and wait for someone to call and tell him if the CW Network was going to pick up his and Joey's show.
Still, his altruism only went so far, and when dinner time rolled around Lance nixed JC's pick of sushi for Italian. He let JC choose the wine and then talk him into desert, and God help him, pick a movie for the evening at the video store.
They settled on the couch of JC's cozy family room, a bowl of popcorn between them, and it wasn't until halfway through the movie when JC quietly asked, "What?", that Lance realized he'd spent more time watching JC than the Corpse Bride.
He'd gotten caught up in how the light glinted in JC's hair, and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. Lance knew that he'd seen these things a thousand times before, but he'd never really seen them, not until tonight. It was crazy, insane even, because this was JC, JC, but there it was. Lance wasn't stupid enough to hand back a gift once it'd been placed in his lap.
"Don't hate me, okay?" he asked, because if he'd taken a bigger risk in his life, Lance wasn't sure what it'd been. Still, he cupped JC's cheek, lifting his face up to his for the barest hint of a kiss.
JC sighed, and Lance felt his world tilt, then right again when just before their lips touched for the second time JC promised, "Okay."
Lance had shown up at JC's house just before noon and had greeted JC with, "Bored. Wanna' do lunch?"
They went to Mel's, which Lance didn't love, but he wasn't going to complain. Not when JC had dropped whatever he'd been working on and gone with Lance without so much as a peep.
So, Lance endured Mel's and then JC dragging him through all of his favorite consignment shops, because it was a hell of a lot more entertaining to watch JC ohh and ahh over vintage clothing than it was to sit and wait for someone to call and tell him if the CW Network was going to pick up his and Joey's show.
Still, his altruism only went so far, and when dinner time rolled around Lance nixed JC's pick of sushi for Italian. He let JC choose the wine and then talk him into desert, and God help him, pick a movie for the evening at the video store.
They settled on the couch of JC's cozy family room, a bowl of popcorn between them, and it wasn't until halfway through the movie when JC quietly asked, "What?", that Lance realized he'd spent more time watching JC than the Corpse Bride.
He'd gotten caught up in how the light glinted in JC's hair, and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. Lance knew that he'd seen these things a thousand times before, but he'd never really seen them, not until tonight. It was crazy, insane even, because this was JC, JC, but there it was. Lance wasn't stupid enough to hand back a gift once it'd been placed in his lap.
"Don't hate me, okay?" he asked, because if he'd taken a bigger risk in his life, Lance wasn't sure what it'd been. Still, he cupped JC's cheek, lifting his face up to his for the barest hint of a kiss.
JC sighed, and Lance felt his world tilt, then right again when just before their lips touched for the second time JC promised, "Okay."