Many thanks to Schuyler for graciously giving permission for this companion piece to her Non-Threatening. And of course, the whole thing traces its lineage to JC and the Pussycats.
Josie's on a vacation far away
Come around and talk it over
- The Outfield
by Lesa Soja
When they were all on tour together, Lance didn't really care whether Josie slept with him or not. But when she was away in LA, his bed felt empty.
He curled up in the armchair instead and picked up a script from the latest stack Beth had sent him. He made a good faith effort to interest himself in the story, but as soon as his attention wandered, he reached for the next one.
He deliberately avoided looking at the clock, so he didn't know how much later it was when a rap on the door made him blink and sit up.
"Lance, man, I saw your light on," Joey said. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Just reading," Lance said.
"Mm," Joey said. "Something keeping you up?"
"It's nothing," Lance said. "It's not a thing. D'you have a good time?"
Joey shrugged. "Not bad." He wandered across the room and pulled the curtain aside to look out the window. Then he came back to sprawl on the bed. "You ought to get some sleep, Hollywood," he said.
"Yeah," Lance said.
Joey looked at him. Lance dropped the script he was holding onto the trash pile and went over to stretch out next to Joey on top of the scratchy comforter.
"You miss her, don't you," Joey said after a minute.
"No," Lance said. "I don't."
Joey hummed noncommittally in the back of his throat. Lance glanced over. Joey smelled like smoke and beer and perfume, and there was a short streak of mascara on his neck.
"It doesn't look like you do, either."
Joey turned his head to look Lance in the eye. "Everybody knows about everyone else. It's all honest."
"You really should treat her better," Lance said. He pressed his lips tightly together.
Joey didn't say anything for a while.
When Lance finally broke the silence again, his voice was dull but steady. "He's never gonna change back, is he."
"No," Joey said gently, "she's never gonna change back."
Lance controlled his breathing and didn't make a sound.
Joey turned on his side and laid his hand on Lance's shoulder. "Lance," he said. "I'm not JC, but - " He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Lance's.
"What are you doing," Lance said.
"It's all right," Joey said. "Everybody knows."
Lance closed his eyes for a moment. Then he slumped back onto the bed and let Joey kiss him, cool wet kisses that didn't stray far from his mouth. He ran his hands down the level lines of Joey's waist and hips, combed his fingers through Joey's short hair, and licked lightly over Joey's Adam's apple. He rubbed his knuckles slowly across Joey's jaw, brushing the beard first one direction and then the other, and kissed him again and again.
After a little while, Lance pulled Joey over to the edge of the bed and slid down to kneel on the floor. Joey sat up, resting his weight on the heels of his hands, while Lance unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Lance licked and stroked it till it was hard. Joey leaned forward then and ran his hand over Lance's hair before letting it rest warmly on his shoulder. Lance started sucking without looking up.
Eventually Joey came, and Lance swallowed hard. Then he sat back, the bitterness still on his tongue, and let his head drop to Joey's knee. Joey rubbed Lance's shoulders and back in long, slow arcs.
"Come on," Joey said quietly, and he hauled Lance back up onto the bed. Lance tried to roll away, but Joey locked his arms around him. When Lance gave up and relaxed, Joey loosened his hold but did not let go.
Lance closed his eyes and fell asleep with his cheek pressed to Joey's