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How about JC wooing Lance?

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Lance was exhausted when he stumbled into his hotel room. There’d been one too many interviews, five too many photoshoots, and about one million, three hundred thousand, twenty seven too many screaming fans to deal with in one day. So when he almost tripped over a small black box lying just inside the doorway, Lance was less than amused.

“What the fucking hell—” he cursed, stopping short of kicking the offending object across the room. He bent down to pick it up, shutting the door with his foot, turning the small case over in his hands. There was a note on the back. Play me.

Frowning, Lance walked into the bathroom on auto-pilot, still inspecting the box. Then he looked up. Froze. Blinked twice. “Holy shit.”

The bathtub was filled with water, foam and possibly the scent of strawberry. There was a bottle of champagne on a stand beside the sink, and a stereo player next to that. Lance let the sight sink in, and then did the only logical thing he could think of – he opened the package, and slid the blank cd into the player.

Then he locked the door, stripped, and stepped into the tub, letting the soothing sounds of Garth Brooks wash over him. After all, it would be completely unfair to make his (rich, thoughtful) stalker go through the trouble for nothing.

There was a bouquet of flowers waiting outside Lance’s door the next morning when he woke up, rested and considerably more cheerful than the day before. He picked it up, gingerly, and sniffed it, like he might break out in hives at any moment. Lance glanced around the empty hallway, before sifting through the flowers for the card. “I hope you had a good night,” he read aloud, before biting his lip and going back inside the room to find the flowers some water.

“What took you so long? I’m starving,” Chris grumbled, as soon as Lance stepped into the room. “Who made up this no eating unless we’re all here thing anyway? It doesn’t make sense.”

Pointed silence greeted Chris’ statement, and the rest of the guys turned to look at each other with identical expressions. “Fine,” Chris said, rolling his eyes, “that would be me. I got it. Can we eat now?”

It took Chris two seconds to realize that everyone else was already busy tucking in. “Hey!” he protested, but then gave up and started on his meal. “And you haven’t explained why you’re late, Bass!”

“I—” Lance started, thinking fast, but he was saved by a waiter coming up to them, and coughing politely, before holding out a wrapped package.

“Uh, this is for you, sir.” He mumbled. Lance thanked him and took it without a word; he had the sneaking suspicion he knew what it was. Before he could open it, though, Chris had leaned over and done it for him, and was choking on his cornflakes from laughing so hard. “Chocolates? In a *heart*shaped box? Damn, Lance.”

“What?” Lance said, hotly, embarrassed, snatching it back from Chris. “I can’t have a secret admirer because you don’t have one?”

Chris was laughing too hard to reply.

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Lance was lying face-down on the bed that night, enjoying his (very good) chocolate, when there was a knock on the door. He considered ignoring it, and hoping it would go away, but Diane had raised him better than that, and his hand was on the doorknob before he fully realized he’d even sat up.

“What do you…” Lance trailed off when he realized no one was there. He stuck his head out and looked around the empty hallway, frowning. Then he shrugged inwardly, and was about to close the door, when he saw the huge jar at his feet. Lance picked it up quickly, and went back inside, turning the jar over in his hands.

It was crammed full of stars, and the note pasted to the bottom of the jar read, “for every moment I’ve seen you shine.”

Lance’s mouth curved, softly, and he ran a finger down the side of the bottle, before putting it down on his bedside table and lying back down. He curled on his side, pillowing his head on his arm, shifting so he could look at the latest addition to his growing pile of gifts.

Lance was pretty sure, as he walked into the lobby the next morning, that he’d figured out who it was sending him the bath, the flowers, the chocolates, the stars. He’d almost thought Justin, at first, because it was so overwhelmingly romantic, but the thought had scared him too much. Which left only one other option, and it sure as hell wasn’t Chris. Lance smiled to himself, so deep in thought that when a bellboy gently touched his arm, he jumped. “Mr. Bass? I was instructed to escort you to the ballroom.”

“Ballroom?” Lance said, blinking in confusion.

“Yes, sir. It’s right this way.”

Normally, Lance would have politely excused himself, and then tried to find Lonnie or Dre, but all he did was nod, dumbly, and follow the boy into the room, unsure of what he was expecting. The room was empty, though, and Lance glanced around uncertainly, before he was pointed in the direction of a cluster of colorful balloons, each with a letter painted on top, strategically tied down so they spelled ‘are you free Thursday night’.

The bellboy was grinning at the look on Lance’s face, and Lance could feel himself smiling, too. He tipped the bellboy generously, before carefully snagging the balloons he wanted, and walking back out into the lobby.

He could see the odd expressions on the faces of the people around him, and the even stranger one on JC’s as he sauntered over to meet him and thrust the balloons into his hand without a word. He almost laughed at JC’s confusion, and then he did laugh when JC realized that he was holding Lance’s answer in his hands.

‘Yes.’