Spit
by Lesa Soja
 

Lance was making terrible gagging noises in the bathroom. They all turned and looked towards the back of the bus.

"Lance? Are you purging in there?" Chris called.

"No, that's JC," Joey said.

"I have a high metabolism," JC protested.

Lance came out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth.

"Didja puke up a lung, or something?" Justin said.

"No, you losers," Lance said. "It's just the fluoride rinse. You're not supposed to swallow it, you have to spit it out."

"Bet that's hard for you to remember," Joey said.

Lance looked at Joey and didn't say anything.
 

The next day, though, Lance came into JC's dressing room and said, "JC, will you do me a favor?"

"What is it?" JC asked.

"I need you to help me get Joey back for yesterday."

"Um, okay," JC said. "How?"

Lance told him.

"What?" JC said.

"Come on - "

"Lance -"

"You have, to, C. You said you would."

"But -"

"Don't worry, it won't take long," and Lance grinned at him and left. JC wasn't sure if he should feel reassured or insulted.
 

During the performance JC kept wanting to look at Lance. He could only do it in brief flashes, though, as they whirled and strode around the stage. From what he could see, Lance looked the same as always.
 

When the show was finally over, JC went and got changed and found himself the first one back on the bus. He put his stuff away and got into his bunk.

Lance was the next to arrive. He peered into JC's bunk. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," JC said.

Lance climbed in and lay down shoulder to shoulder with him. "This is gonna be good," he said.

"Uh huh," JC said. His mouth felt very dry.

Lance's breathing was quiet and regular, but JC knew he was still awake.

Joey and Chris came back together, shoving each other and carrying on. They settled down on the couch. Lance frowned.

Justin got on last and headed straight for his bunk. The bus began moving.

"- see the one in the second row on the left, 'cause -" Joey said.

"Nah, she looked more like - " Chris said.

Lance's arm was warm against JC's. They continued to wait.

At last they heard Chris and Joey coming back, taking turns in the bathroom, and climbing into their bunks. Lance waited a few more minutes and then nudged JC. "Okay?" he whispered.

JC nodded. Lance crawled down and pulled JC's dick out of his sweatpants. JC was already most of the way hard. Lance glanced up and grinned. Then he brought his mouth down on the head of JC's cock.

JC realized that he was incredibly stupid, and Lance was incredibly smart.

There was no teasing or fooling around. Lance went right into a quick-paced rhythm, pressing down to swallow him in and lifting up to let him slide back out. JC wanted to watch, but it was hard to hold his head up.

Lance knew what he was doing. Lance had done this before. JC was stupid, and Lance was smart. No other thoughts were allowed in JC's brain. Lance's cool stare and Joey's ugly mug did not get to put in an appearance.

A hand slipped between JC's legs and found his balls. JC sighed.

A little later Lance withdrew the hand and put an elbow down instead to hold JC in place. Stupid, stupid, JC told himself as his hips bucked. He twisted his head from side to side and bit his lip and came and came and came.

Lance let JC go and straightened up. The way his lips pressed together gave his face a strange expression, but JC thought his eyes looked pleased. He tucked JC's cock back into the sweatpants with one last squeeze and patted JC's thigh.

Then Lance got up and went to Joey's bunk and spat out his mouthful. Joey woke up and saw Lance standing over him. "Hey, what -?"

"Oh, oops," Lance said. "Guess I coulda swallowed that. Sorry, Joey, I just forgot."

"What the fuck -" Joey reached up to touch his own cheek and then began clawing at his face. "You fucker! What the hell is this? This better not be -"

"Oh, it is," Lance said. "Believe me, it is." He stood with crossed arms as Joey leaped out of the bunk and grabbed for him. JC couldn't help shrinking back a little in his own bunk, watching.

Joey tried to punch Lance, but Lance dodged his swings. So Joey settled for shaking him by the shoulders until Lance's teeth rattled. Chris and Justin had woken up by this time and propped themselves up on their elbows, trying to see what was going on. "Fucker -" Joey panted out, "what'd you - where the hell's it from, anyway?"

Lance remained stubbornly silent, but JC saw his tongue snake out to lick at a spatter left at the corner of his mouth. JC got up as if in a dream and went and stood shoulder to shoulder with Lance.

He knew Joey's fists were reaching for him, but Lance had turned towards him, and all he could see was the pure and perfect smile on Lance's lips.
   

[smile]