Chapter 5

"Oh really? And that would be what?" Joey purred back. Lance didn't reply, he only tugged gently at the back of Joeys' boxers. Tilting his head, he kissed the crook between the Joeys' neck and shoulder. Gently pushing Lance down, so that he was sitting on the edge, Joey kneeled down between his legs. "Gotta problem?"

Lance looked down at Joey between his legs and nodded, then almost jumped in surprise. "What was that?" Looking behind him, he saw that Joeys' new kitten was rubbing her cheek against Lances' back. Picking her up gently, the blond set the kitten back in the box and placed the lid over it. "We might be needing some privacy, don't you think?"

"Anything you say..." Joey laughed heartily. Smiling, Lance held Joeys' cheek in his hand as he knelt before him. Everything that happened between them prior to that moment in time was seemingly forgotten. Bitting his lip, Lance continued to outline Joeys' cheek with his thumb, his other hand doing the same on the other side of Joeys' face. "Want me to take care of you? Or should I say your problem?" Joey asked, pointing to Lances' now excited crotch.

The only answer Joey got from his love was Lances' breathing becoming quicker. Now his breath was coming past his lips rathering then through his nose. His hands continued to hold Joeys' face gently at the same time. Joey kept his mind on the task and his hands unzipped Lances' jeans. Sliding his hand in, he gently guided Lances' member into the opening. Lances' breathing was coming quicker and quicker as he watched Joey. Licking his chapped lips to moisten them, his shoulders rose and fell with every breath he took, his eyes locked on Joey below him.

Joey seductivly placed his luscious lips around Lances' most sensitive part, and slowly let his tongue circle around the tip.

Quiet wimpers came from Lances' lips as he pulled his hands away and used them to prop himself up on the bed. He tried to keep his eyes connected with Joey, but found that his head had become unusually heavy, dropping back so he looked up at the ceiling. "Oh God...Joey..." Joey only started moving his head slowly back and forth up and down Lances' shaft. "Oh God...Jo...oh...uh...shit..." Lance moaned, his words becoming lost. "Joey...baby..."

Picking up his pace, Joey only made Lance writher in exstasy. Biting his lip to keep from screaming, Lance was only able to make small puppy dog noises, whimpering like a lost little puppy. Smiling, Joey worked harder to brink Lance to his orgasm. When Lance was only seconds away, his hand shot for a pillow and held it tight over his mouth, shouting into it, as he exploded into Joeys' mouth.

Joey swallowed most of what he was offered, leaving some in his mouth for Lance in case he wanted to taste himself, he moved up to kiss him, the offer still in his mouth. Removing the pillow and pulling Joey closer to him, Lance kissed him full on the lips. He traced Joeys' lips with the tip of his tongue before gently pushing past his teeth and finding the little surprise Joey had for him. Smirking at Lances' surprised expression, Joey decided to make him workd for it as he started to tongue wrestle.

Holding Joey behind his neck, Lance leaned back onto the bed, Joey falling on top of him, never once breaking the kiss. While they continued to tongue wrestle, and Lance was loosing, he did managed to slip a hand down Joeys' back, letting it rest just inside the back of his boxer shorts.

At the shock of Lance putting his hand inside his boxers, Joey lost the battle and gave Lance what he had been fighting for.

Taking his reward, Lances' hand moved steadily southward, then northward, and southward again, his fingernails raking Joeys' ass gently.

"Nothing..." the blond replied innocently. Joey was too turned on to speak this time. Smiling, Lance rolled them over, so that he was on top. Pulling his hands out from under Joey, he proceeded to kiss his way down his chest, the shirt always between them. When Lance reached the waist band to the boxers, he looked up at Joey, a seductive smileing lacing his lips. Joey only whimpered softly, begging Lance with his eyes not to make him wait.

But Lance did make him wait. Turning the waist band to the boxers down, he kissed around the edge, his chest pressed against Joeys' crotch.

Smiling at his boyfriend, Lance took the front of the boxers in his teeth and pulled them down the rest of the way, making sure that he rubbed his chest against Joeys' now obviously excited friend. When Lance crawled back on top of him, he started it all over again, kissing slowly down Joeys' chest. Joey only started panting like an excited puppy and with the warm brown puppy dog eyes to boot.

"Puppy's been bad..." Lance replied, looking down at Joey, a serious expression on his face. Joey only widen his eyes in alarm. "Puppy picked the kitty over me..."

"Puppy's going to have to do better then that." By now, Lance was starting to enjoy the semi-switch of roles. He was so used to Joey being the dominent male (no pun intended), but this new role, though temparory, was a cool feeling for Lance.

Joey was still unable to speak. Doing the best he could, he tried to sit up to kiss Lance, but it wasn't as easy with a prick in the way.

"No puppy..." Lance countered pulling away from him. He pointed to the pillows resting by the head board. "Move puppy..." he ordered. Joey scooted over as ordered by Lance so that he was resting on the pillows; his eyes begging for mercy. Lance stood over Joey, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed, looking down at him. Should he make him pay for all the times he's hurt him? No, he decided, Joey could easily turn the tables on Lance. So instead, Lance just took a seat on top of Joeys' chest, running his fingers along the underside of his lovers' chin. "Puppy want something?"

Lances' only response was to shift his hips back and rubbed his ass over Joeys' hardened member. Watching Joey writher under him, Lance smirked and shifted his weight to his hips, pressing down with more force.

Lance smiled and moved off Joey. "You or me on the bottom this time puppy?" he asked, wrapping his hand around Joeys' prick, gently jerking him off while waiting for an answer.

Grinning evily, Lance moved to the foot of the bed and ordered, "Roll over puppy..." Reaching down, he took hold of himself and started stroking gently, teasing Joey in the process. With all the strength he could mustar, Joey finally turned over. "Good boy," he praised. Crawling over, he tapped Joeys' waist and pulled back gently. "On your hands and knees..." Finding some strength within, Joey managed to comply with the order.

Lance wanted to prolonge this playtime for as long as he could; he never had control before. It was always 'Lance on your knees,' 'Lance up against the wall and spread them,' or 'Lance, I want it...now.' From behind, the blond reached around Joeys' hips and found what he had been looking for. Returning his hand to Joeys' prick, he jerked him off, rougher then the first time all the while his free hand roaming around his opening.

From his kneeling position, Joey looked over his shoulder, finally realizing that Lance was in control. "Wh...wh...what?"

Joey, seeing that he wasn't in control this time, found his voice again. Not listening Lances' order, he asked, "What next? A dog collar and leash?"

"Don't tempt me," the blond hissed, clamping his hand down as tight as he could around him. Shushing up again, Joey turned and dropped his to the pillow, still on all fours, his head hanging. "That's what I thought puppy..." Lance cooed, his voice softening, his hand loosening. "Lancey doesn't like it when puppy doesn't listen..."

"Good boy, you're learning to listen. You'll have to be rewarded." Pulling his hand from Joey, Lance made ready to connect with him, barely teasing him again.

Gasping, Lance growled and slapped Joey hard on the side. "I didn't say to move puppy!" Reaching forward, he pushed down on Joeys' head, almost smuthering his boyfriends' face in the pillow.

Completly collapsing under Lances' weight, Joey let out a grunt as his boyfriend fell on top of him. At the surprise of them falling, Lance was snapped back to himself. "Oh my God, Joey, are you okay?" he asked, moving off of him.

"You can always speak pup...Joey..." Lance smiled timidly. "I'm sorry for...for calling you that...I was just playing..."

His smile growing, Lance shifted so the he was laying next to Joey. "Really? You...you liked it? Even though we didn't do anything?"

Laughing quietly, Lance rolled back on top of Joey, turning his face to look at him. "Really?" When Joey only nodded again, Lance moved down and placed his hands on Joeys' legs. "Do you want to? Or has puppy had enough playtime?" he teased.

His eyes twinkling, Lance raised Joeys' legs and rested them on his shoulder, getting him in the missionary position. Locking his eyes with Joey, Lance gently guided himself into his boyfriend, watching intently to make sure he wasn't hurting the older one. Contoring his face, Joeys' face now was showing that he was in shear exstacy.

Pulling out slowly, then plunging back in, Lance continued to watch Joeys' face. He wanted to lean down and kiss his lips, but with Joeys' legs resting on his shoulders, there was little more he could do other then the motion he was already in. Moaning lightly, Joey also couldn't do much else.

Lance continued his motion for a few more minutes, finally hitting it and shooting deep into Joeys' depths. Grunting as his body continued to thrust, they both came moments apart. Joey, with one final grunt, shot his load onto Lances' shirt, letting it drip onto his.

Shaking Joeys' legs off his shoulders, Lance pulled out and rested next to him for a moment, his shirt covered in his boyfriends' sticky load. "Um...I think I need a shower now...and a clean shirt," he whispered, wipping the stuff off his shirt with his fingers.

"Fine," Joey answered. "But since I need one too, how about we save on water and shower together?" A sly, cheesy ass smile formed on his face when he asked.

"Not if I beat you into the bathroom first," Lance said, making a mad dash for the bathroom door. Jumping up, Joey started to race after Lance towards the bathroom, but when he realized he wasn't going to make it, he tumbled, faking a leg cramp. When Joey hit the ground, Lance turned in his tracks. He was always one to fall for tricks like that. Rushing over to Joeys' side, he knelt down to his eye level. "Baby? You okay?"

Leaping up, Joey ran for the bathroom again. "Yeah, I'm great," he said once he was inside. "And now, you have to share..."

"What?" Lance asked, shocked. "What just happened? First you were hurt, now you're in the bathroom and I have to share with you? What if I don't want to?"

"Well then, I can spend all day in here waiting for you, and you won't get a shower. And Lance, let me give you a pointer. I don't have a cramp, I'm not hurt. Gotcha."

"Fine, you go first. I'll wait," Joey said, giving in retreating to the bed once again to flip through the channels. Reaching for the box, he pulled out Jezebel and began petting her. "I'll stay and wait. Oh, and you suck too James Lance."

A smile played Lances' lips. "Kittens don't like water..." With that, he turned and walked into the bathroom, turning the shower on, but leaving the door open.

Once he was sure Lance was in the shower, Joey got up, leaving Jezebel to wander the room. Walking towards the bathroom, Joey hoped to surprise Lance. Quickly ridding himself of his shirt, he attempted to sneak in behind him. "But puppies do..."

Turning around in the shower, letting the hot water drench his back, Lance smilied, "I know puppies do...I was hopping you'd follow...Puppy...

"He's a genie in a bottle baby...come come come on and let him out..." Lance continued to sing, looking up into Joeys' eyes.

Attempting to do a spin, Joey slipped on the soap and fell to the bottom of the tub, then quickly stood again. "Thank you, thank you very much," he said, taking a bow, making a joke of it. "And before you ask Lance, no that one wasn't planned, but I'm fine..."

"I wasn't going to ask..." Lance said, turning his back so he could wash his sticky chest, still humming 'Genie In A Bottle'. Once he had turned his back, Joey made a disguntled face, hoping he could hide. He also thought he might have a bruised his butt in the fall. Swinging his hips, Lance laughed quietly and sang, "I'm a genie in a bottle baby, gotta rub me the right honey, I'm a genie in a bottle baby, come, come come and let me out..."

Getting an idea in his head, Joeys' eyes sparkled and picked Lance up. "Out of the room? As you are? I think that can be arranged."

Laughing and wrapping his arms around Joeys', he hit him gently. "Joey, you mean you don't care if other people see me a la buff?"

"Can't I tease you?" he asked, finally putting Lance down. "You know I'd never let anyone else see you the way I do."

"I know..." Lance said, turning and resting his hands on Joeys' shoulders, looking up into his eyes. "I think I'm going to like the new Joey..." he whispered.

"That's all I ask..." Lance said. "That's all I ask..." Before Joey could answer, Lance had pulled him down into a sweet kiss, the water splashing over both of them. Joey only mumbled something not understandable.


	Inner Reflection \| home back to When Love Hurts Chapter 5 *This chapter contains adult situations* "Oh really? And that would be what?" Joey purred back. Lance didn't reply, he only tugged gently at the back of Joeys' boxers. Tilting his head, he kissed the crook between the Joeys' neck and shoulder. Gently pushing Lance down, so that he was sitting on the edge, Joey kneeled down between his legs. "Gotta problem?" Lance looked down at Joey between his legs and nodded, then almost jumped in surprise. "What was that?" Looking behind him, he saw that Joeys' new kitten was rubbing her cheek against Lances' back. Picking her up gently, the blond set the kitten back in the box and placed the lid over it. "We might be needing some privacy, don't you think?" "Anything you say..." Joey laughed heartily. Smiling, Lance held Joeys' cheek in his hand as he knelt before him. Everything that happened between them prior to that moment in time was seemingly forgotten. Bitting his lip, Lance continued to outline Joeys' cheek with his thumb, his other hand doing the same on the other side of Joeys' face. "Want me to take care of you? Or should I say your problem?" Joey asked, pointing to Lances' now excited crotch. The only answer Joey got from his love was Lances' breathing becoming quicker. Now his breath was coming past his lips rathering then through his nose. His hands continued to hold Joeys' face gently at the same time. Joey kept his mind on the task and his hands unzipped Lances' jeans. Sliding his hand in, he gently guided Lances' member into the opening. Lances' breathing was coming quicker and quicker as he watched Joey. Licking his chapped lips to moisten them, his shoulders rose and fell with every breath he took, his eyes locked on Joey below him. Joey seductivly placed his luscious lips around Lances' most sensitive part, and slowly let his tongue circle around the tip. Quiet wimpers came from Lances' lips as he pulled his hands away and used them to prop himself up on the bed. He tried to keep his eyes connected with Joey, but found that his head had become unusually heavy, dropping back so he looked up at the ceiling. "Oh God...Joey..." Joey only started moving his head slowly back and forth up and down Lances' shaft. "Oh God...Jo...oh...uh...shit..." Lance moaned, his words becoming lost. "Joey...baby..." Picking up his pace, Joey only made Lance writher in exstasy. Biting his lip to keep from screaming, Lance was only able to make small puppy dog noises, whimpering like a lost little puppy. Smiling, Joey worked harder to brink Lance to his orgasm. When Lance was only seconds away, his hand shot for a pillow and held it tight over his mouth, shouting into it, as he exploded into Joeys' mouth. Joey swallowed most of what he was offered, leaving some in his mouth for Lance in case he wanted to taste himself, he moved up to kiss him, the offer still in his mouth. Removing the pillow and pulling Joey closer to him, Lance kissed him full on the lips. He traced Joeys' lips with the tip of his tongue before gently pushing past his teeth and finding the little surprise Joey had for him. Smirking at Lances' surprised expression, Joey decided to make him workd for it as he started to tongue wrestle. Holding Joey behind his neck, Lance leaned back onto the bed, Joey falling on top of him, never once breaking the kiss. While they continued to tongue wrestle, and Lance was loosing, he did managed to slip a hand down Joeys' back, letting it rest just inside the back of his boxer shorts. At the shock of Lance putting his hand inside his boxers, Joey lost the battle and gave Lance what he had been fighting for. Taking his reward, Lances' hand moved steadily southward, then northward, and southward again, his fingernails raking Joeys' ass gently. Looking confused, but getting turned on, Joey pulled away and asked, "What do you think my ass is? A chalkboard?" "No...I don't hear that annoying screeching..." Lance replied, moving his other hand to join its counterpart. "Well then, what are you doing?" "Nothing..." the blond replied innocently. Joey was too turned on to speak this time. Smiling, Lance rolled them over, so that he was on top. Pulling his hands out from under Joey, he proceeded to kiss his way down his chest, the shirt always between them. When Lance reached the waist band to the boxers, he looked up at Joey, a seductive smileing lacing his lips. Joey only whimpered softly, begging Lance with his eyes not to make him wait. But Lance did make him wait. Turning the waist band to the boxers down, he kissed around the edge, his chest pressed against Joeys' crotch. "La... La.. Lan... Lance... ple... please???" "Please what?" Lance asked, pulling the boxers down a little more. "Ju ju jus just doooooo iiiitttttt..." "Do what? And why should I?" he asked, again pulling the boxers down and kissing around the newly exposed skin. "Help?" Joey asked, now unable to speak much. Smiling at his boyfriend, Lance took the front of the boxers in his teeth and pulled them down the rest of the way, making sure that he rubbed his chest against Joeys' now obviously excited friend. When Lance crawled back on top of him, he started it all over again, kissing slowly down Joeys' chest. Joey only started panting like an excited puppy and with the warm brown puppy dog eyes to boot. "Puppy's been bad..." Lance replied, looking down at Joey, a serious expression on his face. Joey only widen his eyes in alarm. "Puppy picked the kitty over me..." "I...I...I...I'm so...so...sorry..." "Puppy's going to have to do better then that." By now, Lance was starting to enjoy the semi-switch of roles. He was so used to Joey being the dominent male (no pun intended), but this new role, though temparory, was a cool feeling for Lance. Joey was still unable to speak. Doing the best he could, he tried to sit up to kiss Lance, but it wasn't as easy with a prick in the way. "No puppy..." Lance countered pulling away from him. He pointed to the pillows resting by the head board. "Move puppy..." he ordered. Joey scooted over as ordered by Lance so that he was resting on the pillows; his eyes begging for mercy. Lance stood over Joey, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed, looking down at him. Should he make him pay for all the times he's hurt him? No, he decided, Joey could easily turn the tables on Lance. So instead, Lance just took a seat on top of Joeys' chest, running his fingers along the underside of his lovers' chin. "Puppy want something?" Joey was beyond all ablility to speak, he again begs Lance with his eyes to do something. Lances' only response was to shift his hips back and rubbed his ass over Joeys' hardened member. Watching Joey writher under him, Lance smirked and shifted his weight to his hips, pressing down with more force. Wriggling as much as he could under Lance, Joey stuttered, "Pl...pl...pl...pl...please???" Lance smiled and moved off Joey. "You or me on the bottom this time puppy?" he asked, wrapping his hand around Joeys' prick, gently jerking him off while waiting for an answer. Shaking his head, telling Lance it didn't matter, he replied, "You pick..." Grinning evily, Lance moved to the foot of the bed and ordered, "Roll over puppy..." Reaching down, he took hold of himself and started stroking gently, teasing Joey in the process. With all the strength he could mustar, Joey finally turned over. "Good boy," he praised. Crawling over, he tapped Joeys' waist and pulled back gently. "On your hands and knees..." Finding some strength within, Joey managed to comply with the order. Lance wanted to prolonge this playtime for as long as he could; he never had control before. It was always 'Lance on your knees,' 'Lance up against the wall and spread them,' or 'Lance, I want it...now.' From behind, the blond reached around Joeys' hips and found what he had been looking for. Returning his hand to Joeys' prick, he jerked him off, rougher then the first time all the while his free hand roaming around his opening. From his kneeling position, Joey looked over his shoulder, finally realizing that Lance was in control. "Wh...wh...what?" "I didn't tell you to speak puppy," Lance hissed, his hand tightening around Joey. "Bad dog..." Joey, seeing that he wasn't in control this time, found his voice again. Not listening Lances' order, he asked, "What next? A dog collar and leash?" "Don't tempt me," the blond hissed, clamping his hand down as tight as he could around him. Shushing up again, Joey turned and dropped his to the pillow, still on all fours, his head hanging. "That's what I thought puppy..." Lance cooed, his voice softening, his hand loosening. "Lancey doesn't like it when puppy doesn't listen..." Heaving one last sigh of disagreement, Joey remained silent. "Good boy, you're learning to listen. You'll have to be rewarded." Pulling his hand from Joey, Lance made ready to connect with him, barely teasing him again. Feeling Lance at his enterence, the only thing Joey could do was to shove his body backwards. Gasping, Lance growled and slapped Joey hard on the side. "I didn't say to move puppy!" Reaching forward, he pushed down on Joeys' head, almost smuthering his boyfriends' face in the pillow. Completly collapsing under Lances' weight, Joey let out a grunt as his boyfriend fell on top of him. At the surprise of them falling, Lance was snapped back to himself. "Oh my God, Joey, are you okay?" he asked, moving off of him. Lifting his head up, Joey asked timidly, "Can puppy speak now?" "You can always speak pup...Joey..." Lance smiled timidly. "I'm sorry for...for calling you that...I was just playing..." "I don't mind playing, but it...the...it...got...wow." His smile growing, Lance shifted so the he was laying next to Joey. "Really? You...you liked it? Even though we didn't do anything?" Joey looked away sheepishly and nodded. "Yeah, it...it kinda got to me..." Laughing quietly, Lance rolled back on top of Joey, turning his face to look at him. "Really?" When Joey only nodded again, Lance moved down and placed his hands on Joeys' legs. "Do you want to? Or has puppy had enough playtime?" he teased. Smirking up at Lance, Joey nodded. "I can always use more playtime." His eyes twinkling, Lance raised Joeys' legs and rested them on his shoulder, getting him in the missionary position. Locking his eyes with Joey, Lance gently guided himself into his boyfriend, watching intently to make sure he wasn't hurting the older one. Contoring his face, Joeys' face now was showing that he was in shear exstacy. Pulling out slowly, then plunging back in, Lance continued to watch Joeys' face. He wanted to lean down and kiss his lips, but with Joeys' legs resting on his shoulders, there was little more he could do other then the motion he was already in. Moaning lightly, Joey also couldn't do much else. Lance continued his motion for a few more minutes, finally hitting it and shooting deep into Joeys' depths. Grunting as his body continued to thrust, they both came moments apart. Joey, with one final grunt, shot his load onto Lances' shirt, letting it drip onto his. Shaking Joeys' legs off his shoulders, Lance pulled out and rested next to him for a moment, his shirt covered in his boyfriends' sticky load. "Um...I think I need a shower now...and a clean shirt," he whispered, wipping the stuff off his shirt with his fingers. "Fine," Joey answered. "But since I need one too, how about we save on water and shower together?" A sly, cheesy ass smile formed on his face when he asked. "Not if I beat you into the bathroom first," Lance said, making a mad dash for the bathroom door. Jumping up, Joey started to race after Lance towards the bathroom, but when he realized he wasn't going to make it, he tumbled, faking a leg cramp. When Joey hit the ground, Lance turned in his tracks. He was always one to fall for tricks like that. Rushing over to Joeys' side, he knelt down to his eye level. "Baby? You okay?" Leaping up, Joey ran for the bathroom again. "Yeah, I'm great," he said once he was inside. "And now, you have to share..." "What?" Lance asked, shocked. "What just happened? First you were hurt, now you're in the bathroom and I have to share with you? What if I don't want to?" "Well then, I can spend all day in here waiting for you, and you won't get a shower. And Lance, let me give you a pointer. I don't have a cramp, I'm not hurt. Gotcha." Standing and looking at Joey, Lance turned his back to him. "You...you...you suck Joesph Anthony." "Fine, you go first. I'll wait," Joey said, giving in retreating to the bed once again to flip through the channels. Reaching for the box, he pulled out Jezebel and began petting her. "I'll stay and wait. Oh, and you suck too James Lance." "Joey?" "Yeah Lance?" he asked, looking up questionly. A smile played Lances' lips. "Kittens don't like water..." With that, he turned and walked into the bathroom, turning the shower on, but leaving the door open. Once he was sure Lance was in the shower, Joey got up, leaving Jezebel to wander the room. Walking towards the bathroom, Joey hoped to surprise Lance. Quickly ridding himself of his shirt, he attempted to sneak in behind him. "But puppies do..." Turning around in the shower, letting the hot water drench his back, Lance smilied, "I know puppies do...I was hopping you'd follow...Puppy... "I don't think I like being a puppy anymore..." "Then what do you want to be...puppy?" Lance teased, whimpering like a puppy himself. "Can I take your answer?" Joey asked, after thinking for a moment. "And that would be what?" "A boa constitor...long and exotic...cause Poofie, you know I got the moves," he said, imitating a genie dance. Lance smiled, then began to sing quietly, "He's a genie in a bottle, baby, gotta rub him the right honey..." Getting more into it with Lances' urgings, Joey mumbled, "Oh yeah..." "He's a genie in a bottle baby...come come come on and let him out..." Lance continued to sing, looking up into Joeys' eyes. Attempting to do a spin, Joey slipped on the soap and fell to the bottom of the tub, then quickly stood again. "Thank you, thank you very much," he said, taking a bow, making a joke of it. "And before you ask Lance, no that one wasn't planned, but I'm fine..." "I wasn't going to ask..." Lance said, turning his back so he could wash his sticky chest, still humming 'Genie In A Bottle'. Once he had turned his back, Joey made a disguntled face, hoping he could hide. He also thought he might have a bruised his butt in the fall. Swinging his hips, Lance laughed quietly and sang, "I'm a genie in a bottle baby, gotta rub me the right honey, I'm a genie in a bottle baby, come, come come and let me out..." "Let you out? Let you of where?" Joey asked, grabbing Lances' hips. Leaning his head back against Joeys' shoulder, Lance only sang again, "Come...come...come and let me out..." Getting an idea in his head, Joeys' eyes sparkled and picked Lance up. "Out of the room? As you are? I think that can be arranged." Laughing and wrapping his arms around Joeys', he hit him gently. "Joey, you mean you don't care if other people see me a la buff?" Scruncing up his face into a thinking look, Joey finally answered, "Um...no..." "Then put me down?" "Can't I tease you?" he asked, finally putting Lance down. "You know I'd never let anyone else see you the way I do." "I know..." Lance said, turning and resting his hands on Joeys' shoulders, looking up into his eyes. "I think I'm going to like the new Joey..." he whispered. "New me hmmm? I'll try...I'll give you that much..." "That's all I ask..." Lance said. "That's all I ask..." Before Joey could answer, Lance had pulled him down into a sweet kiss, the water splashing over both of them. Joey only mumbled something not understandable.