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Lance/?

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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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 ~~~

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! :-)

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. :)

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