Bassez

[krankykittie.livejournal.com]

Please someone - give me some JC/Lance fluff. Nothing angsty and dark. I want romantic and happy. I've had a bad week so far and I need something to make me smile.

Thanks! :)

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[epicflailer.livejournal.com]

well, i hope this makes you smile, if nothing else. :) i’m sorry it took so long to get to the basez. heh.



Joey is about ready to throw in the towel when Lance botches his part up for the thirty-fifth gazillionth time. From the looks on Chris and Justin’s faces, they’re in complete agreement.

“Huh,” is all JC says, when Lance is done, and the blonde looks like he’s about to cry. That, or strangle JC, Joey can’t tell yet. JC presses a couple of buttons, and when he speaks again they all recognize the soothing tone JC’s using to mean okay-we’re-not-quite-there-yet. “Can we try that again?”

“Come on, man, I’m supposed to meet Nick in like, half an hour. We’re in the same city for the first time in months and I’ve been waiting for-fucking-ever for this. Can we just call it a wrap and finish up tomorrow?”

JC looks up from where he’s been fiddling with the buttons on the control board just in time to catch Justin’s kicked-puppy pout, and he relents, biting back the urge to ask Lance to sing his part again. “We’re almost done, J,” he says, instead, motioning for Lance to join them outside the recording booth. “Look, why don’t you go back in there and get your part done? I’ll stay back with Lance to record his part later. Chris, you and Joe can leave. Y’all were done ages ago, man.”

An explosion of noise takes place after JC’s done. Justin protests violently against the idea of doing his part today (“C, you know we’re both gonna keep ourselves back for at least another hour if we do this shit now!”) and Chris and Joey screech in disbelief (“you couldn’t have told us this maybe two fucking hours ago, C?”). Lance just folds his arms across his chest and watches them.

“Sorry.” JC looks apologetic, at least, so Chris and Joey leave without too much fuss, although Chris makes sure to give JC an extra-hard noogie as he’s walking toward the exit.

“Jayyyyyyyyce,” Justin whines, watching them run off. “I’ll clock extra hours tomor--um, Friday. I promise. You know I will, man. Come on, please?”

JC just raises an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with tomorrow? Or Wednesday? Or Thursday?” he asks. “What am I supposed to do if you’re all begging off early the rest of the week?”

“Nick doesn’t fly out till Friday morning.” Lance guesses, eyeing the half-guilty expression on Justin’s face. “Come on, C, let’s just do this. You know you’re going to let the boy go.”

Justin glares at Lance for the ‘boy’ comment, but Lance just shrugs and half-smiles, and Justin knows JC’s going to cave—he always caves when it comes to Lance. “Okay,” JC sighs, at last, giving in. “But you know the fans are waiting, J. They’ve waited four years. They’re not gonna wait forever.”

“I know,” Justin says seriously, even though he’s already taking off toward the way out. “We’ll get this done, I swear.” He pauses, just before he opens the door. “I’m glad we’re back together, man.”

JC is smiling, too, when Lance turns to look at him. “So you wanna get this done with or what?”

“Dude,” JC says, his smile broadening. “You were done an hour and a half ago.”

What JC’s saying dawns on Lance, slowly, and his mouth quirks. “You had me sing myself hoarse instead of just telling them to all get the hell out and leave us alone?”