"Good evening, Mrs Bass." Lance would recognize that voice anywhere. He bolts upright from where he's lying on his bed covers, listening intently. "Is Lance in?"
Padded footsteps, and Lance knows his mom knows he's heard every word. He nearly falls out of bed in his haste to reach the bedroom door. Backtracking to the mirror, he smooths his hair down, and tries to wipe the goofy smile off his face before lunging for the stairs.
He skids to a stop, strolling down the last few steps. "Hey, Jace," he smiles.
"If you hurry, we'll make it to the prom in time." JC's smile is infectious, and Lance doesn't bother trying to hide his delight. He flings his arms around JC, quick and tight. That's all he wants to hear.
vi.
They don't go to the prom.
They walk and they talk for hours, and hours. It's comfortable and it's friendly, and when Lance asks, "why didn't you ever say?" JC just shrugs, "I thought you'd figure it out."
They have their first kiss that night. It's JC's *first* kiss, and it's the first that's mattered to Lance. He supposes that evens them out.
JC's lips are warm and soft and his hair tickles Lance's cheek. Their bodies are pressed close, and they close their eyes, like they've been taught, and it feels like the moment passes in the eternity of a heartbeat.
It's not quite all that Lance expected -- there are no fancy moves, or fireworks, or stars dancing dizzily around his head, but there's a smile on his face, and when JC slips his hand into Lance's, there's a smile on his face, too.
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Date: 2004-02-28 03:28 am (UTC)"Good evening, Mrs Bass." Lance would recognize that voice anywhere. He bolts upright from where he's lying on his bed covers, listening intently. "Is Lance in?"
Padded footsteps, and Lance knows his mom knows he's heard every word. He nearly falls out of bed in his haste to reach the bedroom door. Backtracking to the mirror, he smooths his hair down, and tries to wipe the goofy smile off his face before lunging for the stairs.
He skids to a stop, strolling down the last few steps. "Hey, Jace," he smiles.
"If you hurry, we'll make it to the prom in time." JC's smile is infectious, and Lance doesn't bother trying to hide his delight. He flings his arms around JC, quick and tight. That's all he wants to hear.
vi.
They don't go to the prom.
They walk and they talk for hours, and hours. It's comfortable and it's friendly, and when Lance asks, "why didn't you ever say?" JC just shrugs, "I thought you'd figure it out."
They have their first kiss that night. It's JC's *first* kiss, and it's the first that's mattered to Lance. He supposes that evens them out.
JC's lips are warm and soft and his hair tickles Lance's cheek. Their bodies are pressed close, and they close their eyes, like they've been taught, and it feels like the moment passes in the eternity of a heartbeat.
It's not quite all that Lance expected -- there are no fancy moves, or fireworks, or stars dancing dizzily around his head, but there's a smile on his face, and when JC slips his hand into Lance's, there's a smile on his face, too.