Sneezy II: Electric Boogaloo
by Karen and LB
© 2002
More evidence that we're completely insane. This is a follow up to Sneezy and it started as just goofing around about Lance's mom coming home and asking about Grandma Bass's quilt. So yeah, Lance and JC come off about ten at the beginning, but we liked where it went, so we decide to post it.
"Boys, you did a wonderful job cleaning the attic, but WHAT is this stain?"
"Uh, that's, uh, I'm sorry, Mom. I sneezed on it."
"A sneeze did that!? My goodness gracious, Lance!"
"It's really dusty up there, Mom."
"Yes, Mrs. Bass. The place is just crawling with allergens."
"I'll have to have Jim take a look up there. Why don't you boys come into the kitchen and I'll give you a nice piece of my homemade pecan pie. It's Lance's favorite, Josh."
"He's been telling me all about it, Mrs. Bass. Sounds delicious."
"It is. It's sweet. Just like my baby."
"Tell me about it. I mean, sounds wonderful."
"Mom, Josh! Oh my goodness."
"Lance, get a glass of milk for your guest."
"This is so embarrassing."
"Since when are good manners embarrassing, young man?"
"Aw, mom. Okay, I'm sorry. I'll get the milk. This is the last time I'm bringing my boyfriends home.
"That's better. Now, do you boys want whipped cream on your pie?"
"MOM!"
"What, son? Would you like vanilla ice cream instead?"
"Butter pecan?"
"Lance, you don't put better pecan on pecan pie. It's too much. You need something to cut the sweetness. Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into you."
"Aw, c'mon. Nothin's gotten into me. I'm fine. Really. It was just really...hot in that attic. Okay, vanilla it is."
"That's better. Josh? "
"Whipped cream, please, ma'am."
"Oh my goodness."
"You're so cute, Lance."
"Argh. First my mom, now you."
"Your mom has no idea how cute you are."
"Stop that! Geez, I feel like a six-year-old around the two of you."
"Eat your pie, boy."
"Noooooooooooooo!"
"Lance! I'm sorry, Josh. I just don't know what's gotten into him. I think someone needs a time out."
"But Moooom, I didn't do anything! Josh, is making scary Emeril faces at me."
"Now, Joshua. I expected better of you. We don't tease our friends in this house. I think you both need a nap."
"We do? Uh oh. Are you sure about that, mom?"
"Yes. Upstairs, both of you."
"In the same room?"
"What, you're too big a star now to share a room? I think someone is getting too big for his britches."
"No mom, I'm not. I promise I'm not. If you want us to take a nap, then that's what we'll do. Right, JC?"
"Certainly, Lance. Your mom's right. We've been acting very cranky. And you KNOW I'm always up for a nap."
"B-but Josh, I don't think we'll get much napping done."
"I don't know, Lance. You pretty much wore me out up there in the attic."
"Josh! Shhhhh! My mom might hear!"
"I was referring to lifting all those boxes, Lance. Get your mind out of the gutter, for once, please. Now let's go lie down like your mom said. Can I hold your teddy bear?"
"MY mind? It's a wonder we even got the attic cleaned out. Well, you can hold the teddy but you are NOT going near Mic Mouse."
"Uh huh. And you were SUCH an unwilling participant. And I wouldn't dream of touching your Mic Mouse. At least not with your mom home."
<blush> "Um, she um, said she needed to go back out to get a few things."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"IN MY ROOM?"
"You have someplace else in mind?"
"Um, no, it's just--I grew up in that room."
"Very nicely, Lance. VERY nicely."
"Josh!" He swats him playfully and blushes even more.
"What? I'm not allowed to compliment you, either? Maybe I WILL take that nap."
"It's just when you look at me like that...you know what it does to me."
"And the problem is?"
"But it's my ROOM. Where I played games and stuff and had my friends over and..."
"Baby, I'm just teasing you. We don't hafta DO anything. We can just do exactly what your mom told us to--take a nap. Only with a little more cuddling than she expected."
"Really? You sure that's okay with you? You know, I think we could actually both fit in my bed. Since you're so skinny." And with that, he grabs JC's waist and gives it a quick squeeze.
"Who are you callin' skinny. And of course it's okay with me. What do you think--that it's only about sex for me?"
"Well, no...but what else is it about?"
"Cuddling. And talking. And spending time together even if it means cleaning out your parents' attic. And love."
"Oh yeah. That. That's a good thing. But you really don't mind being here? I mean, I know there are probably hundreds of things you'd rather do on your day off, and now we even got in trouble and I'm sure being sent to my room isn't your idea of a good time."
"I'm exactly where I wanna be, baby."
"On the stairs?"
"You're so literal. But I love you anyway, even if you do step all over my grand declarations."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to joke about your declarations. Maybe I do need a...nap."
"I think you do. I'll even sing you a lullaby."
"You think I'll be able to sleep listening to your voice? Well, I guess we can try."
"Definitely worth a try. And if you can't sleep, I'm sure we can think of something to occupy us."
"Like what?"
"Charades? You got any games up there? Strip Candyland?"
"JC! Um, well, I do have Chutes and Ladders...."
"Perfect!"
"Works for me, babe."
"Okay, but I get to roll first."
"Fine. The sooner you start losing, the sooner you start stripping."
"I-I'm not gonna lose." <gulp> "You're going down, Chasez."
"That's what you think, Bass. I was Chutes and Ladders champ of my entire kindergarten."
"Bring it on, Chasez. Bring it on. You're all talk."
"You are SO gonna pay for that remark, buddy."
"Please, you're looking at the Mississippi King of Chutes and Ladders. Now put up or shut up. And be prepared to feel a draft, if you know what I mean."
"Put your money where your mouth is, Bass. Or in your case, your boxer-briefs"
"You think you're so tough, Chasez. It's a good thing you're wearing clothes that are easy to remove because they're gonna be on the floor faster than you can say Bye Bye Bye."
"Big talk for a man with no socks."
"Hey, I have so--oh. That's not fair. Lemme put my socks back on. Wait, never mind--I'll still win. Pants down."
"Mortals strip. Does it really matter when or how?"
"That sounds really familiar, Josh. Where have I heard that before?"
I don't know. It just popped into my head. In a creepy British accent."
"JC, you're starting to scare me. Your eyes aren't gonna start glowing, are they?"
"I don't THINK so. Bring your neck over here, will you?"
"Uh oh--you're not gonna suck me, are you?"
"Gee, baby, you've never complained before."
"That was before I thought you were gonna sprout fangs."
"I'm sproutin' something, but it ain't fangs."
"Oh my goodness. And we haven't even begun to play."
"Do we really need the game?"
"What game?"
"Spin the bottle."
"But there's only two of us."
"Then we'll both get lots of action, won't we?"
<gulp> "Yes. Boy, my mom's gonna be pissed. I'll get the bottle."
"Your mom's not here. And do we really need the bottle?"
"What bottle?"
"My thoughts exactly. Come here and kiss me."
Lance falls into JC's arms. He gives him a light peck on the lips. "Like that?"
"Not even close."
"Show me."
JC takes Lance's face in both hands. He leans in and kisses him, almost as lightly as Lance had kissed him. But he doesn't pull back. His mouth opens and closes over Lance's again and again, his tongue slipping forward to lick the soft lips.
Lance falls back against the wall, his knees growing weak. "Oh," he mumbles when he can finally speak. "Like that."
"Care to give it a try?"
"Yes." He pulls JC toward him in one swift motion and brings his lips to the slightly taller man's. He barely touches them, then takes the top lip between his, then the bottom, then both at once, opening and closing as JC had done. His tongue snakes out and slips between their lips, and finds its way inside JC's mouth. When he releases JC he asks, "How was that?"
"If you do that again, we're gonna end up making love right here in your boyhood bedroom even if your entire family comes home."
Lance spins them around so that JC's back is against the wall, putting his hands on either side of JC and pressing his lips firmly against the trapped man.
JC smiles into the kiss, otherwise standing completely still and letting Lance have his way with him.
"I just want you to know you're the only person I've ever kissed in my bedroom."
"Well you do it extremely well for having had no practice."
"Hey, I've had lots of practice. Just not here. With Garth staring at me."
"Turn him around."
Lance darts over to where the poster hangs, grabs it off its hooks and turns it so that its facing the wall. He leans back against the spot where it hung and glances around as if suddenly aware of his surroundings. "So, here we are."
"Here we are. And you're really not comfortable, are you?"
"No, Josh, it's not that. I'm fine. Really. You're just...the first guy I've had up here. I mean, the first...boyfriend."
"And I just...don't want you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. We'll be going back to your house later, baby. We can wait."
"For what?"
"For this." JC walks over to where Lance is leaning against the wall, and presses him into it, claiming his mouth again with another slowly building kiss.
Lance brings his hands up to JC's shoulders, pulling him closer and pressing his body against JC. There's something thrilling about kissing the man he loves in the room he grew up in, surrounded by all of his childhood memories.
JC feels Lance respond and intensifies their kiss. Then he picks Lance up, still kissing him, and carries him to the bed, placing him gently down on it and kneeling beside it.
Lance rolls onto his side, his eyes wandering around the room before settling on JC. "Aren't you going to join me?"
JC climbs up onto the narrow bed, stretching out on his side, facing Lance. "Always," he smiles, laying his hand against Lance's cheek.
"Hey, will you look at this--we both fit."
"Of course. We both fit in your bunk on the bus, don't we?"
<blush> "Yeah. It's a good thing I'm not dating Joey."
"Don't even JOKE about stuff like that. Do you know how miserable I'd be if I had to watch you with someone else every day?"
Lance props himself up on his elbow. "You would? Even Joey?"
"Anyone. It would break my heart."
"I don't think you have to worry about that. There's only room in my bed for one person--and that's you. But Josh, I'm not too clingy, am I? The last thing I want to do is crowd you."
"Clingy? You? What even made you think that?"
"I don't know. I just know that...remember when I was dating Danielle, and by the end when things were falling apart we all joked around about how she was getting a little too possessive? I just don't want to be like that with you. I want to make sure you have your space, you know?"
"Lance, I have never felt that way with you. I WANT to be with you. And you're always cool with it when I need to work on my music, which is the only thing besides you that matters."
"Just so you know, if you ever feel you need some time away...I mean, I don't want that...you know how important it is to me to be in a serious relationship."
"I know. And I know it scares you that I haven't always been good with relationships. But that was before you."
"Things are really good now, Josh, with us having time off and all, but what happens when we start recording again and then going on tour and we have no time to ourselves?"
"We'll make time. We'll steal time. We're worth any amount of effort. Whatever it takes."
"Whatever it takes? What about all those appearances?"
"What about them? Yeah, it'll be more difficult than now, while we have time off, but at least we'll be doing it together, you know? Better that than being like Justin and Brit, thousands of miles apart most of the time..."
"Yeah, that's gotta be tough. It's hard enough for me when you're in the studio."
"Compared to that, we've got it easy. We'll make it work, because it's important."
"How important?"
"The most important thing in my life."
"Wow. Have I told you today that...I love you?"
"Not in the past hour, at least," JC grins. "And I love you, too."