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popslash_lollipops2008-05-30 04:22 am
dixie-chicken.livejournal.com) wrote in popslash_lollipops2008-05-30 04:22 am
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Lance/other NSYNCer
You're not the prettiest girl in town
I'm not the only boy with sullied clothes and a sullen frown
So to hell with Valentines, to hell with perfume
To hell with chocolates and picnics and Sinatra tunes
Cause while the rest of the girls
Are drowning in roses
And songs he composes
And while the rest of the guys are all trying
All trying so hard
Oh girl, let's crash the party
El Dorado on the lawn, hey hey hey
Let's burn holes in the carpet
Kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables
All night long
I'm not so good with subtlety
You wouldn't say that I'm the picture of urbanity
Never put much stock in suavity or courtesy
Or chivalry or gallantry
Or all that useless jewelry
But while the rest of the girls
Still sigh for the night he
Was smiling politely
And while the rest of the guys are all trying
All trying so hard
Oh girl, let's crash the party
El Dorado on the lawn, hey hey hey
Let's burn holes in the carpet
Kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables
All night long
I would like a fic based on this song... Lance with one of the other boys. Definitely slashy, porn's up to you, but I'd like it to be a fun tone akin to the song itself. Thanks bunches in advance!
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"Hey. You don't get to be picky. You ain't the prettiest girl in town no more."
"Call me a girl again and I'll go back to LA," said Lance.
"Okay, okay. Prettiest guy. Geez."
Lance gave him one of those looks that Chris mostly associated with his mother. Lance probably learned it from Diane.
"You show up on my doorstep," Lance said, "right out of the blue—"
"And I didn't bring a gift." Chris stepped a little closer. "No chocolates, no bottle of wine, no bling…"
"If you ever show up with a diamond ring I will kick your ass," Lance said. He was going to break any second now, Chris knew. There was that hint of a twitch at the edge of his mouth, and his jaw was set in an effort not to give in to it.
"Check," Chris said. "No jewelry. So. You wanna?"
"Oh, man, you are every bit as suave as you were when I was seventeen."
"Yeah, when you were overwhelmed by my ultimate coolness."
"Uh huh. I think it was because I'd never seen anyone get away with what you did. My mom would have killed me. I'm amazed the bodyguards didn't."
Chris grinned. "Natural charm, baby." He moved right in to Lance's personal space. Lance did not back away. "Hey, kid. I'll buy you a beer."
"If you think you'll get me drunk on one beer," Lance said, "you are in for one very disappointing night."
"Damn. You know, you were way easier when you were just a kid."
"I don't know," Lance said. His hands slid onto Chris's hips, and thumbs insinuated themselves under his T-shirt. "The way I remember it, every time it looked like you might be getting somewhere, you ran away. Very suave, Kirkpatrick."
"You were a kid!" Chris protested.
"Not a kid any more."
"Okay, wait. I'm supposed to be seducing you, here."
"You're kinda slow about it."
"You're not holding out for the roses and champagne, I'm guessing."
"More of a vodka cocktails kind of a guy, in case you hadn't noticed."
"So," said Chris. "Wanna go crash a party somewhere? Dance on the tables, kick over the punchbowl?"
"We could do that." Lance's mouth was at Chris's ear. "Or we could stay home."
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What a pleasant surprise! It's lovely. XD
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