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I'd love something JC/Lance...anything at all...there hasn't been nearly enough JC/Lance lately!

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i hope this is okay! i keep getting the feeling that i might be stealing this plot off another story i've read somewhere, but i really can't remember.

“Jayce,” Lance says, trying not to laugh. “Jayce, are you sure?”

“Yeah.” JC nods, a grin palpable in his voice. He pulls back the curtains covering the window, and his smile broadens when he sees Lance has done the same in the other bus. He holds his phone closer to his ear. “It’ll be fun. Chris is going nuts in here.”

Lance feels an answering smile tug at his lips. “It’s raining, Jayce,” Lance protests, shaking his head. They both know he’s going to give in.

“No, it’s drizzling. It’s not the same. It isn’t like we don’t do it often enough.” There’s a slip of petulance in JC’s voice, and he pouts, putting his free hand on the windowpane, sliding it down slowly.

Glancing away from JC to his open laptop, and then back again, Lance makes up his mind. “Andy!” he calls, to the bus driver, “where’s the next Walmart?”

“There’s one a couple of miles ahead,” Andy yells back. Lance never takes his eyes off JC, who grins winningly at Andy’s response.

Chris kisses JC when the buses roll to a stop, grabbing his face in both hands and proclaiming his everlasting love. “I fucking love you, man!” He’s gone so fast JC isn’t sure he actually said it.

He gets off the bus before Justin does, and Lance meets him with a small shake of the head and a resigned smile. “So.”

“So,” JC replies, happily. His eyes sparkle, like the raindrops clinging to his eyelashes, and he tugs Lance towards a secluded corner, and wraps both arms around his neck. His smile softens, and suddenly the rain doesn’t seem so bad after all.

“Somewhere in my heart,” JC hums-sings, pressing their bodies close together as they sway in time to the music only they hear, “I’m always dancing with you in the summer rain…”

“You’re nuts,” Lance replies, but JC hears the smile in his voice as clearly as Lance does. There’s a pause, and then Lance pulls back. “But I love you anyway.” He grins, and JC responds in kind.

Grabbing JC’s hand, Lance twirls him, interlinking their fingers as droplets of rain continue to tingle where they fall against his skin. “So if we’re going to dance in the rain,” he murmurs, pulling JC back towards him, corners of his mouth quirked, “we might as well do it fancy.”

Lance may have been the butt of Chris’ jokes in the beginning, what with his awkward form and two left feet, but he’s nothing if not precision, and he’d taken up ballroom dancing for a few months as a kid. His feet map out a neat basic two-step as he finds his rhythm, and JC follows easily, a wide goofy smile on his face.

They don’t have much time left, Lance knows, because Chris gets bored of Walmart as quickly as he does the bus, and any minute now he’s going to start yelling for everyone to get their asses back on the bus so they can leave already.

He spins JC out, quickly, and then, just as JC’s slides back into his arms, dips him. He almost drops JC, though, because their footing is all wrong, their skin is slick and wet from the rain, and JC’s arching far, far too easily into the dip, which leads to JC dissolving into giggles before Lance can properly get him back upright.

JC leans over and kisses Lance, mirth still lingering in the corners of his upturned mouth and his half-closed eyes. “I love you back,” he says, against Lance’s lips.

Their hands are linked as they stroll back towards Walmart, both wet and grinning. They shove Joey towards the three-man bus wordlessly, before proceeding to the bathroom, where they can strip each other of their wet clothes and take a long, hot bath. Together.