Lance/?

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My first request here:

I'm all stressed out with moving into my new apartment and now my Internet connection at home (I'm at work right now) doesn't work for whatever reason and I'm desperately in need for some cheering up.

Anyone up writing me a Lance centric ficlet? Maybe Trickyfish or JoLa? That would be great :-).

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Out Of The Closet (part one)

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My muse came up with a cute moving-day ficlet, but insisted, absolutely insisted that it be Lance/Justin. Unfortunately, I am ruled by my muse, rather than my muse being ruled by me *sigh*. Anyway, happy moving day, I hope you enjoy the new apartment. :)

Out Of The Closet

Lance quickly unpacked, his heart pounding. It was his first apartment and his first apartment with a boyfriend. When he was finished, he stood back and looked around, making sure he had left enough room for Justin’s things. Joey stood beside him, holding his hand.

“It’s a big step in your life, Lance. I’m not sure if it’s right. We should move back with your parents.”

Lance squeezed Joey’s hand. “You could have stayed. I know you don’t care for my relationship with Justin, but---”

“You don’t need him!” Joey interrupted loudly. After taking a deep breath, he lowered his voice. “You have me. I have always been there for you.”

Lance turned to hug Joey, pulling him into an embrace and holding him for several minutes. “I know, but it’s time for me to have other relationships. Justin doesn’t know about you, so you’re going to have to hide. Come on, now. I made a nice space for you to live in the closet, behind my suitcase.”

Joey hung his head and dragged his feet as he followed Lance into the walk-in closet, muttering how unfair it all was. Lance barely got Joey settled before he heard Justin arrive.

“Please Joey,” he begged, “please stay quiet.”

Joey rolled his eyes as Lance backed out of the closet, turning off the light as he went.

“Hey Justin.”

Justin smiled and walked across the room, placing his hand on Lance’s waist as he leaned in to kiss him. “I’m so excited. This will be so awesome. No more sneaking around.”

“I know, baby. I wish we had time now, but I have to get to work. I’ll try to come home early.”

Justin nodded and watched as Lance left, then hurried out to his car. “Chris, you can come in, but remember our deal. Lance can’t know about you. Come on. You can help me unpack.”

Hours later, Justin wondered if it had been a good choice to allow Chris to help him. Chris’ idea of helping seemed to be limited to distracting Justin from the job at hand and making him laugh at silly things. He could never be angry at Chris though. Chris had always been there to help him through his bad times, like when his parents got divorced.

Out Of The Closet (part two)

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Hours later, he shoved Chris into the closet. “Remember our deal? I know it’ll be hard, but you need to stay quiet. Come here. Hide up there.”

Chris eyed the shelf where Justin was pointing. “I’m don’t like heights. You know that.”

“I know. Maybe you’ll stay out of trouble. I’ll help you get up there, then you can’t get down until I help you down. You need to stay there when Lance is home. And he’s going to be home soon, so get up there. Now!”

Chris stuck out his lower lip, but stepped into Justin’s hands, accepting a boost up.

Satisfied that Chris was settled, Justin hurried out to the living room to order a pizza and wait for Lance to return.

Hours later, the pair were snuggling on the couch watching television when they heard a loud noise. A few minutes later, there were more noises. Lance looked into Justin’s eyes, his eyebrows raised.

“I bet it’s my stuff in the closet. Something must have fallen,” Justin offered.

As soon as Justin was on his feet, Lance stood, ready to follow. Justin quickly insisted, “No, no, I’ll get it. You stay there and keep those lips warmed up for me.”

Justin ran to the closet, swinging the door open, then stepping inside and closing it before he flicked on the light. “Dammit Chris,” he hissed. “I told you to be quiet.” Much to his surprise, Chris was still on the top shelf, although he was wide-eyed, trembling and naked. Looking down, Justin saw his shoes were all over the place. “What the hell have you been doing? You know how I feel about my shoes.”

“It wasn’t me,” Chris insisted. “It was him. Lance’s friend, Joey.”

Justin turned, looking to where Chris was pointing and saw a pair of eyes staring at him from behind Lance’s suitcase. Justin shook his head and stormed back into the livingroom to face Lance.

“Lance, did you ever have a made-up childhood friend named Joey?”

Lance nodded, somewhat surprised. Then he silently cursed Joey for allowing Justin to see him. He looked up when he heard more noises coming from their closet. Justin grabbed his hand and dragged him to their closet, swinging the door open wide to reveal Joey and Chris both naked and rolling around together in the middle of the closet floor. The pair froze, still clenched together, and looked up at Justin and Lance.

“The other one is my made-up childhood friend, Chris.”

Lance smiled and wrapped his arms around Justin. “At least they seem to be getting along. And now that we all know, there’s no reason for you two to stay in the closet anymore.”

~~~ END ~~~

Re: Out Of The Closet (part two)

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Eeee! Thank you! That's great and funny :-D. And Lance/Justin is absolutely okay... Joey and Chris the made-up friends *lol*.

Thanks again! :-)

Re: Out Of The Closet (part two)

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You're welcome! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I couldn't help thinking that *if* Justin had made-up an invisible friend as a child, he would have been just like Chris. And if Lance had made up an invisible friend as a child, he would have been just like Joey. :)