I'd like a ficlet in which Joey is carefully avoiding the festive mistletoe. Lance had better be in there somewhere, though he doesn't have to be the only other *Nsync member involved.
Lance wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to keep from laughing out loud. He didn’t think Joey had noticed him watching – yet – but that last duck and twirl out of the path of the incoming model had been hysterical. Lance was the official Kelly-appointed adjudicator, as well as the party's co-host, so he'd heard the story from both sides, but he'd promised both of them he wouldn't tell. He wouldn't need to. Lance caught Chris's eye across the crowded room, and shared a knowing smirk. Chris didn't officially know, of course, but it wasn't like Joey was being subtle or anything. There was a veritable garland of mistletoe strung above the bar, and as Joey was on drinks mixing duty …. Lance tipped back the last of his own drink, and levered himself away from the French doors where he'd been keeping an eye on the festivities.
As co-host it was his duty to chat and mingle and make introductions, and when by the time he eventually arrived at the bar, Chris was waiting for him. Joey was at the far end, pouring bourbon and valiantly keeping a safe distance from a very pretty brunette who Lance vaguely remembered as having been involved in Rent. Chris's elbow was sharp in Lance's side, and when he leaned in to yell in Lance's ear his breath was sweet with alcohol.
"What did she bet him?" Chris hollered, discretely, before checking back to be sure Joey hadn't snuck up on them in the past two seconds.
"Promised him." Lance corrected. "And I promised not to spill."
"Blowjobs twice a day for a week?" Chris guessed. Lance was pretty confident that his game face hadn't given anything away. He shrugged, casually. "Rimjobs for a week? Ohh – if she said she'd get off with Eva, tell me and I won't smack one on him, so long as I can see the tape!"
"Has anyone ever told you you're a twisted little fuck, Chris?"
possibly not what you had in mind, but hopefully it will make you smile.
Date: 2006-01-15 10:05 am (UTC)As co-host it was his duty to chat and mingle and make introductions, and when by the time he eventually arrived at the bar, Chris was waiting for him. Joey was at the far end, pouring bourbon and valiantly keeping a safe distance from a very pretty brunette who Lance vaguely remembered as having been involved in Rent. Chris's elbow was sharp in Lance's side, and when he leaned in to yell in Lance's ear his breath was sweet with alcohol.
"What did she bet him?" Chris hollered, discretely, before checking back to be sure Joey hadn't snuck up on them in the past two seconds.
"Promised him." Lance corrected. "And I promised not to spill."
"Blowjobs twice a day for a week?" Chris guessed. Lance was pretty confident that his game face hadn't given anything away. He shrugged, casually. "Rimjobs for a week? Ohh – if she said she'd get off with Eva, tell me and I won't smack one on him, so long as I can see the tape!"
"Has anyone ever told you you're a twisted little fuck, Chris?"
"Frequently." Chris grinned back.
Re: possibly not what you had in mind, but hopefully it will make you smile.
Date: 2006-01-15 02:33 pm (UTC)Re: possibly not what you had in mind, but hopefully it will make you smile.
Date: 2006-01-16 02:36 pm (UTC)