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I had what was mostly a good day, until I tried to leave work. Then that one moment made the day feel bad, but it wasn't really. So I'm watching "The Reel Nsync" to make myself feel better.

I would like a fic where Justin has a bad day and wants to be babied, but Lance thinks he needs some tough love. Please. Thank you.

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"Oh grow up!" Lance snapped.

The room was very silent in the seconds after that, because Lance hadn't actually meant to say that out loud. He was fairly sure that no-one had ever said that to Justin before. When it came to the hard stuff, Justin was, like, the most grown up teenager ever ninety nine point seven percent of the time.

Tonight was not that time.

Tonight Justin missed his family, and he had a headache, and it had been too hot out on stage, and it was now to hot here in the room, because no one in Germany seemed to have heard of air conditioning, and half their luggage was somewhere that wasn't this hotel so he was starting to run out of clean t-shirts, and they had to get up in four and a half hours to get on an overheated bus and then do two shows and a showcase somewhere hours away from here, and Lance knew all that because he felt like that too. All the things Justin was whining about? Were happening to Lance too, and he wasn't wasting valuable sleeping time whining about them.

Like whining made people want to give you blow jobs.

Lance didn't have a whole lot of experience, but he was pretty sure that wasn't how things worked, even when both the whiner and the whinee were guys.

Only now Justin was looking at him with wide, hurt eyes, and, even though he'd been totally in the right, Lance still felt, well, guilty.

"Jus, I'm ..."

"It's okay," Justin said, in a brittle voice that clearly meant 'it's not okay.'

"Okay, well, I was sorry."

Justin's eyes widened just a fraction more.

"You're giving me the same look you give your mom when you want to go out and she wants you to do homework, Justin. It's not sexy, and... If that's how you want it to work, then I don't know if I wanna do this."

Lance ended with a shrug, even though there was turmoil in his chest. What if this was it? Three weeks of making out, and then he'd have to spend the next million years working alongside his ex, and everyone would have to take sides, and maybe they'd kick him out of the band, or maybe they'd just make it so he wanted to quit, and why had he ever let Justin kiss him anyway, when it was all going to go so wrong?

Lance really kind of wished he'd kept his mouth shut.

"Lance?"

When Lance opened his eyes, Justin was leaning towards him, but Justin's hand was hovering, not quite touching Lance's cheek.

"I'm - Can I say I'm sorry?"

All the manipulative wheedle was gone from Justin's voice, and it sounded as raw and as open as it had that first night.

Lance smiled a tired smile, and tried not to let on how the rush of relief made him feel like someone had tipped a bucket of water over him. He tilted his head into Justin's hand, reached out his own arm to mirror the touch.

"'Course you can."