Chris / ?? or JoLa

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Having a really frustrating kind of day : can I request something inspired by the line I think of you when my teath are biting down?

Chris and any of the guys? Or possibly JoLa. Whoever grabs you for the role.

[it's a line from Deathboy's ToySeven, if you're curious. Fucked up futuristic AU's are, however, not manditory ;) ]

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[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

um, hmmmm....

Chris ground his teeth. In his sleep mostly, but when he was particularly frustrated, in his waking hours. He didn’t even catch himself doing it. He’d wake up in the morning, jaw tight and sore, wondering vaguely what was wrong. Sometimes he’d complain of a headache and Lance would ask him where it was. Chris would gingerly touch the side of his face, close up to his ear, where the hinge of his jaw sat underneath.

Lance would lay him down on the couch and gently rub his temples until Lance could see the tension drain enough so Chris would unlock his jaw. Then Lance would skim his fingers down and brush away the pain there as well. Chris often fell asleep that way, Lance’s soft hands caressing away his worries for the moment.

Chris wasn’t even aware that the simple affection he held for all the guys had shifted to the simple affection he felt for Joey, JC and Justin and the way he felt about Lance. He knew there was something about the fact that Lance was the only one who seemed to know when he had a headache, let alone try to do anything about it. And he knew that he slept better with his head in Lance’s lap than he did in his own bed at home. Chris really should have realized something was going on.

It had been a particularly bad week, and Chris had not only a headache but his ears were ringing. Just enough to really annoy him. It was interfering with his earpieces during the show and he was near ready to throw a real fit. Day after day it got worse. Chris walked around under a black cloud waiting for Lance to intervene. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Lance, fix my head.”

Everybody fell silent. Through all their money and fame, Chris had never given orders. He still asked their manager if he could possibly not schedule them for holiday shows, please.

Lance stood up and looked at him, head cocked to the side, a strange expression on his face. He stood, looking at Chris and waited.

“Dammit, Lance. Do it, already.”

Lance shook his head sadly and left the room.

Chris watched, his head really hurt. He needed Lance to fix it.

“I need him to fix my head.” Chris’s voice was still surly and his face dark.

Joey stood from his chair and made to go after Lance.

Chris stopped him. “I need to apologize. And ask him to fix my head.”

“That’s all he’s ever wanted.”

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

Mmmm - what a wonderfull comforting image of Lance's fingers just making everything better at the beginning, and go Chris for finally realising what he was messing up at the end there!

It's one of the things I love about this community - this is absolutely nothig like anything I imagined when I was making the request, but it's so completley spot o and delightful! Yay! Thank you!

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

I think I threw away three or four starts on this... much nastier feels on those, this one was the only one that would let me finish it. lol. And yay! for you liking it!