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Something involving Lance. Possibly JoLa? Family gathering with frisky overatures.

thanks!

Date: 2004-04-14 10:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] paperdollkisses.livejournal.com
The day was beautiful. Sun shining over everything, the smell of grilling meat floating on the wind, music pumping through speakers and water fights being played out to the musical west side story. It was just about the most perfect thing ever. Lance pulled himself out of the pool, calling a time out and collapsed on one of the chaise loungers. His smile belied the tiredness of his actions though.

“Bass, get your lily white arse back over here and help me!” Chris’ high pitched screech was shut off by a gurgle as he was pushed underwater by the J and C duo of doom.

Lance just waved his hand and closed his eyes allowing the sun to dry the small drops of water off his skin. A shadow looming over him and dripping on him made him crack one eye to see Joey smiling over him.

“Do you really have a lily white arse?” the grin widened a little.

“You should know you eye-tall-ian stud you.” Lance’s hand slid over the hairy thigh in front of him.

Joey shivered a little as the hand slid higher. “Oh yeah, and why’s that?”

Lance’s fingertips slid to Joey’s inner thigh, tracing along sensitive skin and the hem of swim trunks. “You see it more than I do.” the thick Mississippi drawl made its appearance with the heavy lidded bedroom eyes gaze.

Joey swallowed, eyes darkening a little at that thought. JC got out of the pool to tend to the grill and distracted him, so he missed the gleam that suddenly appeared in Lance’s eyes.

“But maybe they can be the judge of who’s ass is more lily white.” His teeth glinted in the sun as Joe looked back at him.

“What?” he must have missed something.

Lance grabbed the in seams of the too loose swim trunks and yanked them down, catching Joey off guard as he pantsed him. His confusion gave Lance enough time to roll off the chair and head to the pool before he realized what had happened. Chris’ whoop of laughter, followed by Justin’s brought him back to the present and he bent to pull them back up and tie them tightly. With a war cry worthy of an apache Indian he ran to the pool and canonballed in. Pledging vengeance on any who helped that cock-eyed southern mama’s boy currently hiding behind Chris. Once again the war was on.

Date: 2004-04-14 11:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] paperdollkisses.livejournal.com
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