Wardrobe Meeting
by Karen and LB © 2002
This is a little bit o' fluff, inspired by yet another picture in which Lance is wearing a shirt that had previously been seen on JC. I'm attaching both the picture in question and one of JC wearing the shirt.
"J, I'm borrowing your shirt. Mine's all sweaty."
<smirk> "Next time we have a backstage quickie, you better take it
off."
"I didn't have time! I told you Justin should have done his beatbox later
on in
the show. You know I can't keep my hands off you when you wear those red
pants."
"I'm not complaining. You KNOW how hot you look in that shirt. You
can
borrow every shirt in my wardrobe if you need to..."
"Every shirt? 'Cause you know how much I like the way they smell. Like
you."
"Every shirt. Cause they look better on you anyway."
"Liar. I'm not the one with 'JC muscles'."
"Are you kidding me? You think I don't notice what your arms look like
these
days? You look amazing."
"Shut up. I do not."
"I'm a better judge of that. I'm the one who has to look at you, after all.
And
you look better than you ever have. Even better than when I fell in love with
you, and you look damned fine then."
"You're just saying that to get me in bed."
"Is it working?"
"It might be. You tell me."
"You look pretty interested to me."
"I, um, maybe, okay, when you stand there looking like that, yes, I'm very
interested."
"So what are you doing after the show?"
"Anything you say, Josh. Anything you say."
"Ooh, Lance, I like the sound of that."
"Well, there are more sounds where that came from."
"All right, stop that right now. We have to go back out there, and all
the
teenies are gonna know exactly how happy you make me."
"Yeah, JC, we really should talk to wardrobe about those pants. I'm not
sure
I like the thought of everyone sharing my prize."
"Oh, I'm a prize now?"
"Yeah. MY prize."
"Ooh, I love when you get all possessive."
"Then you'll love me even more. I don't want to share you with anyone right
now."
"Well, unfortunately, you have to share me with 30,000 people, cause we're
back on. Right now."
"Fine. Go out there now, Chasez. But remember: Later, you're all
mine. Oh,
and by the way--I'm not wearing anything under these pants. Just so you
know."
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you."
"No. I'm just trying to make it as hard as possible."
'It already is, babe. It already is."
"My work here is done. How long till the end of the show?"