Chapter 6

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An hour later, Joey and Lance lay on the bed, wrapped only in cotton towels, Jezebel crawling over both of them. For some reason, she thought the towels were a play toy. She was always pulling at them and clawing them, sometimes catching skin underneath.

"Ow! Jez...I'm starting to think this was a bad idea..."

"Yeah?" he mumbled, picking up the fresky kitten in his hand and looking at her. "That's not for you to see little girl, only for Joey, got it?" he teased, rocking the kitten back and forth gently in his hands.

"So DID she come with a collar, leash, toys, toliet?"

Laughing, Lance looked over at Joey laying next to him. "Get dressed and we'll go out and get them for her okay?"

"If she doesn't have a leash and collar, how can she come?"

"She can come with us in the box she came in, or I can go down and get the extra carrying case I have for Dirk. It's on the bus somewhere I think," Lance replied, sitting up, still holding the kitten. "Or we can get one of the others to watch her. Except Chris, he's got Busta and Korea in his room and they're not that cat friendly...I don't think..."

"Think JC would do it? She can wake him up for his cat nap..."

Laughing, Lance stood and placed Jezebel on the bed, walking over to his suitcase, pulling out boxers, a shirt and khakis. "There's only one way to find out...hope he doesn't mind being woken up at..." Picking up his watch from the nightstand, Lance finished, "12:30pm."

"Nah, I don't think he'll mind. You wanna run her down there while I find something to wear?"

Pulling on his khakis and tucking his shirt in, Lance nodded and walked over to pick up Jezebel. "Okay. I'll be really careful with her too...whoops..." Lance teased, acting like he was about to drop the precious little creature. "That won't happen aga...whoops..."

At Lances' actions, Joey jumped to his feet. "DON'T YOU DARE DROP MY CAT!"

"Whoops..." Lance did it again and turned to run out the door and down the hall. "Sorry man, you know me and my butterfingers!"

"NOT FUNNY MAN...JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" Jey called back, hurring to find clothes. Finally, he settled on a Superman T-shirt, dark nave blue boxers and cargo pants.

"She wiggles to much!" Lance called, knocking on JCs' door.

JC pulled himself out of bed and answered the door, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Lance?"

"Yeah man, sorry to wake you," Lance answered, looking down the hall towards the room he shared with Joey. His words were rushed and he was bouncing on his heels. "I need you to do a favor. Actually, Joey and I need you to do us a favor. See, I got Joey this cat, see?" Holding her up slightly, he went on. "Her name's Jezabel and Joey and I need to pick some stuff up for her at the store. She doesn't have a leash or collar, so she can't come with us. We were hoping you'd watch her? You will, thanks man." Shoving the kitten gently into JCs' hands, Lance kissed him quickly on the cheek, not thinking about what he was doing and ran down the hall, calling over his shoulder, "Whoops sorry Joey, she was still wiggling."

"Wait Lance?" JC called looking after him, with a confused dazed look on his face.

Skidding to a stop and turning around, the blond asked, "Yeah Jace?"

"I didn't say I'd do it yet...and why did you buy Joey a cat? And am I still sleeping or did you just kiss me?" JC asked, his lips curving up in confusion.

"Um..." Lance started, running his hand through his spiked up hair. "I think I did...just kiss you...sorry, I was just in a rush and wasn't thinking..."

"It's okay," JC replied. "Just don't do it again. And why would you want me to watch a cat anyways?"

"Because we figured she could keep you from cat napping?" Lance teased, his face still amber from blushing.

"Cute one Lance..." JC smirked. "Can I ask one more question before you leave me alone with him or her, or whatever it is?"

"Sure," he smiled. "And it's a female kitten named Jezebel..."

"Jezebel? Who the hell named it?" JC asked. "Oh, and my question is...what on Gods' green Earth possessed you to buy Joey a cat?"

"One, Joey named her. Two, Chris has Busta and Korea, I have Dirk, so I figured Joey should have a pet for tour too. Why? You want a kitten too?"

"No thanks, not with Baron at home," JC answered. "I guess I can watch it...her," he quickly corrected himself. "Only a couple of hours though. Is it litter box trained?"

"Um...I believe the question should it be, does she have a litter box? And the answer to that question would be, no not yet..."

"Great. What do I gotta do if she goes?" JC asked, pausing for a moment. "Second thought, get out of here and go get it fast..."

Turning and walking down the hall, Lance called over his shoulder, "Okay, Joey and I will get the stuff after the double feature is over with..." His voice was laced with a hint of teasingness which turned into laughter when he saw Joey running out of the room.

JC only laughed and shut his door. "Well kitty...let's go to bed shall we?" Crawling back into bed, he made sure his box of kleenex was within reach for he had been feeling a little under the weather.

Outside in the hallway, which was now empty, Joey wrapped his arms around Lance when he caught him. "Ready?" he purred.

Pressing his back into Joeys' body for a moment then pulling out of the embrace, Lance turned and nodded. "Hm mm..."

"Great," Joey said. "Lets go. I alrady called the limo and it's awaiting our arrival downstairs."

"A limo? All alone? Just you and me?" Lance teased, his voice lowered to a whisper. "Maybe JC will be watching Jez a little longer then expected..."

"10 to 1 JC falls back asleep and doesn't know how long we're gone..."

"I'll take those odds..." the blond whispered, sliding into the limo seat and scooting over to make room for Joey. He jumped in once again, his arms embracing Lance before he was fully settled on the seat. Laughing, the blond asked, "May I help you with something?"

Cocking his head, Joey answered, "I'm so glad these windows are tinted, aren't you?"

"And why would I care if they're tinted or not sir?" Lance teased, scootching back away from Joey, a slight smile playing his lips.

Moving forward, trapping Lance in the corner, Joey changed his voice so that he was using Chris' child-like over excited voice. "Because we can play..."

"But the limo is too small to play football in..." Lance laughed, his deep laugh ringing in Joeys' ears. Joey acted offended and backed off, moving to the other side of the limo, staring out his window. "Aw Joey..." Lance whispered, moving over so he was next to his boyfriend. "You know I was only playing...I thought you liked playing..."

Turning and suffocating Lances' lip, Joey huffed, "I do...and I am..." Laughing again, Lances' breath fell on Joeys' cheek as he craned his neck, wrapping his arms around Joeys' body, holding him closer. Moving his kisses to Lances' jawline, his voice asked, "Like to play?"

"Hm mm..." Lance replied, closing his eyes.

"Wanna play more?" he asked, making his kisses more wet.

"When don't I want to play?" Lance asked, trying to capture Joeys' lips with his own, but not succeeding.

Moving his hands under the hem of the back of Lances' shirt, Joey whispered, "I don't know..."

Whimpering, Lance whispered, "You stop teasing me now before I don't want to play..." Joey then stopped teasing. Leaning back, Lance pulled Joey down on top of him, leaning his head to the side as the limo stopped. Looking out the window, Lance smiled. "Traffic jam...what are we to do?"

"I don't know," Joey answered. "You told me to stop teasing."

"And since when do you listen to me?" Lance asked, running his finger down Joeys' nose lightly, then traced his lips.

"Since you asked me to change..."

"Maybe, just this one time...you can be like you were before..." Lance said, hoping Joey didn't think he meant the beatings.

"Nope, you wanted me to change...I'm a new man," Joey said, thinking that if Lance wanted him to change, then he was getting it.

"But don't you want to play? Like we used to?"

"Yeah, but you said..." he started, then trailed off.

"What?" Lance asked, wiggling a little under him. "I said what baby?"

"That..." he stared, stopping to concentrate for a moment. "Oh yeah, that I have to change of you'll go to the pigskins," referring to the cops. "And that would be too much for me to be away from you...I don't want to risk it..."

"I just want to play baby...I won't go to the cops if we just play..." Lance whispered, bucking his hips up slightly, hoping he'd get his point across.

"I said if the beatings didn't stop then I'd go to the police...but playing isn't a beating...not if we both want to play..." Wrapping his arms around Joeys' neck and pulling him down, Lance licked his boyfriends' earlobe and blew in his ear.

Taking all he could handle, found his way down to Lances' zipper. Using his teeth pulled it down ever so slowly. Whimpering again, Lance continued to squirm. This time, he knew Joey would be in control. Once Joey got the zipper down all the way, he ordered, "Lance, lift your hips so I can get these...these...these things out of my way..." Lance did what he was told to do, raising his hips up off the seat; all the while, his eyes locked on Joey. He feverisly pulled off both the pants and boxers of his blond beau, then leaned down to his ear. Whispering huskily into Lances' ear, Joey asked, "Ready to rumble???"

Nodding his head, Lance turned and blew again into his ear. "Ladies and gentlmen, boys and girls...lets get ready to rumblllllleeeeee..." he teased.

"Aren't you gonna help with my clothing?"

"Would you want me to? I already helped you off with them earlier today..." Lance teased, running his finger down Joeys' chest.

Sighing exasperatedly, Joey stood up as best he could in the limo and started to undress himself. "Fine, I'll do it myself..."

Smiling, Lance watched carefully as Joey pulled off his shirt and jeans, then reached out to try and touch him. "God, you're gorgeous..."

Dodging out of his reach, "Thanks, you too..."

Rolling onto his side, Lance looked up at him pleadingly. "Please...I just wanna touch..."

"Oh okay...since that's all you want to do..."

"You mean I can?" he asked, sitting up on the limo seat.

Moving within Lances' arm reach, Joey replied, "Yeah, but just touching..."

His hand grazed against Joeys' thigh, sending shivers down his spine. Leaning forward, and moving to be on his knees, Lance didn't stop to think before he started to pull Joeys' boxers down; totally forgetting the 'touch only' deal.

Chuckling deeply at Lances' action, Joey shook his finger at him as if he were a child. "Uh uh, just touch."

"I can't help it...you've got the body of a Greek God..." Lance whispered, looking up at Joey from his knees.

Becoming flustered, Joey replied, "Well...in um...that case...you can do more then touch..."

Smiling, Lance pushed Joey back against the limo seat and crawled between his legs, again grinding his hips into Joeys' lower half.

Leaning back into the soft cushions of the seat, he huffed, "And what exactly are you going to do?"

"I don't know...what do you want me to do Mr. Boa Constictor?"

"How about you pick for once Lance," Joey replied, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Flipping them over so that he was on the bottom, looking up into Joeys' eyes, his fingers found the waist band to Joeys' boxers and slowly pushed them down. "Turn about is fair play...I always say..."

Reaching around Joeys' neck and pulling him closer to him, Lance raised his hips as best as he could. "What do you think I mean..."

"At this moment in time, I have no ideology...err, um, I mean idea..."

"Then you get no fun time," Lance replied, reaching for his boxers and jeans. It was obvious that he was trying to fight back a smile and a laugh.

"Oh well, in that case, mind letting go?" Joey teased right back. As Lance searched for his boxers, he spotted them over to the right side of Joey. Letting his boyfriend out of the embrace and pushing him back gently, Lance leaned forward on all fours and reached for his boxers, but they seemed to be just out of reach. Joey leaned over a bit further then Lance and grabbed his boxers, throwing them ever further out of reach.

"Hey," Lance said, looking up at Joey, crawling past him again to try and get to his boxers. "Why'd you do that for?" Now, his hips were right by Joey. "You could have handed them to me if you could reach them you know..."

"Whatever for?" Joey asked, swatting him playfully. "I happen to like seeing your ass in my face...well, you know what I mean..."

"Do I?" Lance teased, stopping his advancements for his boxers and looking over his shoulder.

Swatting Lances' ass again, a little harder this time, but not hard enough to hurt, Joey replied, "I don't know..."

Laughing a little, Lance sang a little of the song he had heard a few days ago. "Shake it to the left, shake it to the right, come on baby, you know what I like. Shake it real funky, shake it real low, shake it till you can't shake it no more. It's a natural attraction, mother nature wouldn't make a mistake. What really turns you on, is the shake." All the while, he was wiggling back and forth to the beat of the song he heard in his head.

Not being able to contain his laugh, Joey let out a hearty one. "You and your country..."

"What about me and my country?" Lance asked, his eyes sparkling. "Just like you and your liquir and call girls?"

"It's not the same..." he answered. "Country my dear is country...Until I met you I was under the impression only hicks and rednecks listen to it...Then came you and I fell for someone I thought I would never be interested in...Now I have nothing against it..."

"So, if not for country, we'd never be together? Or if not for us, you'd still be thinking that everyone who listens to country are rednecks and hicks?" he teased, humming a little more of Shake It'.

"Ha ha, cute one Lance. Destiny brought us to each other, and love will keep us together..."

Smiling, the young blond turned around and crawled over to Joey, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Love conqures all..." he whispered.

"Yes...yes it does..." Smiling, Lance yawned quietly, resting his head on Joeys' lap, looking up at his boyfriend. Reaching up and twirling some of Joeys' hair around his finger, he just marveled at him; how much he had changed, just by his asking to do so. Noticing the change on Lances' face, one of content, Joey asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Just about how much I love you...how happy I am being with you...holding you in my arms..."

"Yeah, I hear you there..." Joey replied, relishing in his own thoughts and feelings. Lance could only smile. Maybe this Joey would be the one he had hoped and dreamed for. "Shouldn't we be there by now?" he asked, looking out the window.

Looking out the window, Lance saw that the traffic had cleared up sometime while they were 'playing' and were only a few blocks away from the pet store. Sighing, he sat up and reached for his boxers. "Yeah..."

Teasing once again, Joey reached for the boxers. "You can't have those..."

Leaning forward, Lance captured Joeys' lips with his, catching the elder one off guard. While they were connected at the lips, Lance took his chance and snatched the boxers back. "I think I can have these baby..." Slipping them on before Joey could object, Lance sat back on the seat and pulled on his khakis as well, smirking towards Joey.


	Inner Reflection \| home back to When Love Hurts Chapter 6 *This chapter contains mild adult content* An hour later, Joey and Lance lay on the bed, wrapped only in cotton towels, Jezebel crawling over both of them. For some reason, she thought the towels were a play toy. She was always pulling at them and clawing them, sometimes catching skin underneath. "Ow! Jez...I'm starting to think this was a bad idea..." "Hey Lance?" "Yeah?" he mumbled, picking up the fresky kitten in his hand and looking at her. "That's not for you to see little girl, only for Joey, got it?" he teased, rocking the kitten back and forth gently in his hands. "So DID she come with a collar, leash, toys, toliet?" Laughing, Lance looked over at Joey laying next to him. "Get dressed and we'll go out and get them for her okay?" "If she doesn't have a leash and collar, how can she come?" "She can come with us in the box she came in, or I can go down and get the extra carrying case I have for Dirk. It's on the bus somewhere I think," Lance replied, sitting up, still holding the kitten. "Or we can get one of the others to watch her. Except Chris, he's got Busta and Korea in his room and they're not that cat friendly...I don't think..." "Think JC would do it? She can wake him up for his cat nap..." Laughing, Lance stood and placed Jezebel on the bed, walking over to his suitcase, pulling out boxers, a shirt and khakis. "There's only one way to find out...hope he doesn't mind being woken up at..." Picking up his watch from the nightstand, Lance finished, "12:30pm." "Nah, I don't think he'll mind. You wanna run her down there while I find something to wear?" Pulling on his khakis and tucking his shirt in, Lance nodded and walked over to pick up Jezebel. "Okay. I'll be really careful with her too...whoops..." Lance teased, acting like he was about to drop the precious little creature. "That won't happen aga...whoops..." At Lances' actions, Joey jumped to his feet. "DON'T YOU DARE DROP MY CAT!" "Whoops..." Lance did it again and turned to run out the door and down the hall. "Sorry man, you know me and my butterfingers!" "NOT FUNNY MAN...JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" Jey called back, hurring to find clothes. Finally, he settled on a Superman T-shirt, dark nave blue boxers and cargo pants. "She wiggles to much!" Lance called, knocking on JCs' door. JC pulled himself out of bed and answered the door, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Lance?" "Yeah man, sorry to wake you," Lance answered, looking down the hall towards the room he shared with Joey. His words were rushed and he was bouncing on his heels. "I need you to do a favor. Actually, Joey and I need you to do us a favor. See, I got Joey this cat, see?" Holding her up slightly, he went on. "Her name's Jezabel and Joey and I need to pick some stuff up for her at the store. She doesn't have a leash or collar, so she can't come with us. We were hoping you'd watch her? You will, thanks man." Shoving the kitten gently into JCs' hands, Lance kissed him quickly on the cheek, not thinking about what he was doing and ran down the hall, calling over his shoulder, "Whoops sorry Joey, she was still wiggling." "Wait Lance?" JC called looking after him, with a confused dazed look on his face. Skidding to a stop and turning around, the blond asked, "Yeah Jace?" "I didn't say I'd do it yet...and why did you buy Joey a cat? And am I still sleeping or did you just kiss me?" JC asked, his lips curving up in confusion. "Um..." Lance started, running his hand through his spiked up hair. "I think I did...just kiss you...sorry, I was just in a rush and wasn't thinking..." "It's okay," JC replied. "Just don't do it again. And why would you want me to watch a cat anyways?" "Because we figured she could keep you from cat napping?" Lance teased, his face still amber from blushing. "Cute one Lance..." JC smirked. "Can I ask one more question before you leave me alone with him or her, or whatever it is?" "Sure," he smiled. "And it's a female kitten named Jezebel..." "Jezebel? Who the hell named it?" JC asked. "Oh, and my question is...what on Gods' green Earth possessed you to buy Joey a cat?" "One, Joey named her. Two, Chris has Busta and Korea, I have Dirk, so I figured Joey should have a pet for tour too. Why? You want a kitten too?" "No thanks, not with Baron at home," JC answered. "I guess I can watch it...her," he quickly corrected himself. "Only a couple of hours though. Is it litter box trained?" "Um...I believe the question should it be, does she have a litter box? And the answer to that question would be, no not yet..." "Great. What do I gotta do if she goes?" JC asked, pausing for a moment. "Second thought, get out of here and go get it fast..." Turning and walking down the hall, Lance called over his shoulder, "Okay, Joey and I will get the stuff after the double feature is over with..." His voice was laced with a hint of teasingness which turned into laughter when he saw Joey running out of the room. JC only laughed and shut his door. "Well kitty...let's go to bed shall we?" Crawling back into bed, he made sure his box of kleenex was within reach for he had been feeling a little under the weather. ----- Outside in the hallway, which was now empty, Joey wrapped his arms around Lance when he caught him. "Ready?" he purred. Pressing his back into Joeys' body for a moment then pulling out of the embrace, Lance turned and nodded. "Hm mm..." "Great," Joey said. "Lets go. I alrady called the limo and it's awaiting our arrival downstairs." "A limo? All alone? Just you and me?" Lance teased, his voice lowered to a whisper. "Maybe JC will be watching Jez a little longer then expected..." "10 to 1 JC falls back asleep and doesn't know how long we're gone..." "I'll take those odds..." the blond whispered, sliding into the limo seat and scooting over to make room for Joey. He jumped in once again, his arms embracing Lance before he was fully settled on the seat. Laughing, the blond asked, "May I help you with something?" Cocking his head, Joey answered, "I'm so glad these windows are tinted, aren't you?" "And why would I care if they're tinted or not sir?" Lance teased, scootching back away from Joey, a slight smile playing his lips. Moving forward, trapping Lance in the corner, Joey changed his voice so that he was using Chris' child-like over excited voice. "Because we can play..." "But the limo is too small to play football in..." Lance laughed, his deep laugh ringing in Joeys' ears. Joey acted offended and backed off, moving to the other side of the limo, staring out his window. "Aw Joey..." Lance whispered, moving over so he was next to his boyfriend. "You know I was only playing...I thought you liked playing..." Turning and suffocating Lances' lip, Joey huffed, "I do...and I am..." Laughing again, Lances' breath fell on Joeys' cheek as he craned his neck, wrapping his arms around Joeys' body, holding him closer. Moving his kisses to Lances' jawline, his voice asked, "Like to play?" "Hm mm..." Lance replied, closing his eyes. "Wanna play more?" he asked, making his kisses more wet. "When don't I want to play?" Lance asked, trying to capture Joeys' lips with his own, but not succeeding. Moving his hands under the hem of the back of Lances' shirt, Joey whispered, "I don't know..." Whimpering, Lance whispered, "You stop teasing me now before I don't want to play..." Joey then stopped teasing. Leaning back, Lance pulled Joey down on top of him, leaning his head to the side as the limo stopped. Looking out the window, Lance smiled. "Traffic jam...what are we to do?" "I don't know," Joey answered. "You told me to stop teasing." "And since when do you listen to me?" Lance asked, running his finger down Joeys' nose lightly, then traced his lips. "Since you asked me to change..." "Maybe, just this one time...you can be like you were before..." Lance said, hoping Joey didn't think he meant the beatings. "Nope, you wanted me to change...I'm a new man," Joey said, thinking that if Lance wanted him to change, then he was getting it. "But don't you want to play? Like we used to?" "Yeah, but you said..." he started, then trailed off. "What?" Lance asked, wiggling a little under him. "I said what baby?" "That..." he stared, stopping to concentrate for a moment. "Oh yeah, that I have to change of you'll go to the pigskins," referring to the cops. "And that would be too much for me to be away from you...I don't want to risk it..." "I just want to play baby...I won't go to the cops if we just play..." Lance whispered, bucking his hips up slightly, hoping he'd get his point across. "But you said..." "I said if the beatings didn't stop then I'd go to the police...but playing isn't a beating...not if we both want to play..." Wrapping his arms around Joeys' neck and pulling him down, Lance licked his boyfriends' earlobe and blew in his ear. Taking all he could handle, found his way down to Lances' zipper. Using his teeth pulled it down ever so slowly. Whimpering again, Lance continued to squirm. This time, he knew Joey would be in control. Once Joey got the zipper down all the way, he ordered, "Lance, lift your hips so I can get these...these...these things out of my way..." Lance did what he was told to do, raising his hips up off the seat; all the while, his eyes locked on Joey. He feverisly pulled off both the pants and boxers of his blond beau, then leaned down to his ear. Whispering huskily into Lances' ear, Joey asked, "Ready to rumble???" Nodding his head, Lance turned and blew again into his ear. "Ladies and gentlmen, boys and girls...lets get ready to rumblllllleeeeee..." he teased. "Aren't you gonna help with my clothing?" "Would you want me to? I already helped you off with them earlier today..." Lance teased, running his finger down Joeys' chest. Sighing exasperatedly, Joey stood up as best he could in the limo and started to undress himself. "Fine, I'll do it myself..." Smiling, Lance watched carefully as Joey pulled off his shirt and jeans, then reached out to try and touch him. "God, you're gorgeous..." Dodging out of his reach, "Thanks, you too..." Rolling onto his side, Lance looked up at him pleadingly. "Please...I just wanna touch..." "Oh okay...since that's all you want to do..." "You mean I can?" he asked, sitting up on the limo seat. Moving within Lances' arm reach, Joey replied, "Yeah, but just touching..." His hand grazed against Joeys' thigh, sending shivers down his spine. Leaning forward, and moving to be on his knees, Lance didn't stop to think before he started to pull Joeys' boxers down; totally forgetting the 'touch only' deal. Chuckling deeply at Lances' action, Joey shook his finger at him as if he were a child. "Uh uh, just touch." "I can't help it...you've got the body of a Greek God..." Lance whispered, looking up at Joey from his knees. Becoming flustered, Joey replied, "Well...in um...that case...you can do more then touch..." Smiling, Lance pushed Joey back against the limo seat and crawled between his legs, again grinding his hips into Joeys' lower half. Leaning back into the soft cushions of the seat, he huffed, "And what exactly are you going to do?" "I don't know...what do you want me to do Mr. Boa Constictor?" "How about you pick for once Lance," Joey replied, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Flipping them over so that he was on the bottom, looking up into Joeys' eyes, his fingers found the waist band to Joeys' boxers and slowly pushed them down. "Turn about is fair play...I always say..." "Meaning what?" Reaching around Joeys' neck and pulling him closer to him, Lance raised his hips as best as he could. "What do you think I mean..." "At this moment in time, I have no ideology...err, um, I mean idea..." "Then you get no fun time," Lance replied, reaching for his boxers and jeans. It was obvious that he was trying to fight back a smile and a laugh. "Oh well, in that case, mind letting go?" Joey teased right back. As Lance searched for his boxers, he spotted them over to the right side of Joey. Letting his boyfriend out of the embrace and pushing him back gently, Lance leaned forward on all fours and reached for his boxers, but they seemed to be just out of reach. Joey leaned over a bit further then Lance and grabbed his boxers, throwing them ever further out of reach. "Hey," Lance said, looking up at Joey, crawling past him again to try and get to his boxers. "Why'd you do that for?" Now, his hips were right by Joey. "You could have handed them to me if you could reach them you know..." "Whatever for?" Joey asked, swatting him playfully. "I happen to like seeing your ass in my face...well, you know what I mean..." "Do I?" Lance teased, stopping his advancements for his boxers and looking over his shoulder. Swatting Lances' ass again, a little harder this time, but not hard enough to hurt, Joey replied, "I don't know..." Laughing a little, Lance sang a little of the song he had heard a few days ago. "Shake it to the left, shake it to the right, come on baby, you know what I like. Shake it real funky, shake it real low, shake it till you can't shake it no more. It's a natural attraction, mother nature wouldn't make a mistake. What really turns you on, is the shake." All the while, he was wiggling back and forth to the beat of the song he heard in his head. Not being able to contain his laugh, Joey let out a hearty one. "You and your country..." "What about me and my country?" Lance asked, his eyes sparkling. "Just like you and your liquir and call girls?" "It's not the same..." he answered. "Country my dear is country...Until I met you I was under the impression only hicks and rednecks listen to it...Then came you and I fell for someone I thought I would never be interested in...Now I have nothing against it..." "So, if not for country, we'd never be together? Or if not for us, you'd still be thinking that everyone who listens to country are rednecks and hicks?" he teased, humming a little more of Shake It'. "Ha ha, cute one Lance. Destiny brought us to each other, and love will keep us together..." Smiling, the young blond turned around and crawled over to Joey, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Love conqures all..." he whispered. "Yes...yes it does..." Smiling, Lance yawned quietly, resting his head on Joeys' lap, looking up at his boyfriend. Reaching up and twirling some of Joeys' hair around his finger, he just marveled at him; how much he had changed, just by his asking to do so. Noticing the change on Lances' face, one of content, Joey asked, "What are you thinking about?" "Just about how much I love you...how happy I am being with you...holding you in my arms..." "Yeah, I hear you there..." Joey replied, relishing in his own thoughts and feelings. Lance could only smile. Maybe this Joey would be the one he had hoped and dreamed for. "Shouldn't we be there by now?" he asked, looking out the window. Looking out the window, Lance saw that the traffic had cleared up sometime while they were 'playing' and were only a few blocks away from the pet store. Sighing, he sat up and reached for his boxers. "Yeah..." Teasing once again, Joey reached for the boxers. "You can't have those..." Leaning forward, Lance captured Joeys' lips with his, catching the elder one off guard. While they were connected at the lips, Lance took his chance and snatched the boxers back. "I think I can have these baby..." Slipping them on before Joey could object, Lance sat back on the seat and pulled on his khakis as well, smirking towards Joey.