"G'night," Justin mumbled as he went into his room. Joey and Chris just made unintelligible noises before their doors shut. JC tried to maneuver around Lance's legs as he reached into his pocket to get their room key, careful not to drop his lover. JC opened the room and closed the door behind him with his foot. He flicked the light on with his elbow and walked over to the nearest bed, gently laying Lance down on it. He smiled when Lance stirred and curled into a ball, still asleep.

JC went into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush, smiling as he looked as his and Lance's things, all mixed up together. He brushed his teeth and went to the bathroom before going back out, looking at Lance's new position with a loving smile. JC loved to watch Lance sleep, it was one of his favorite things to do. Lance's forehead would crinkle up just slightly, and he would sigh softly every so often, and there was always a tiny smile playing upon his lips. JC knew he'd be able to watch Lance sleep for hours if he could.

He got out of his clothes, discarding them on the floor, and looking at the floor, seeing it would be hard for anyone who didn't know them to determine which clothes were Lance's and which clothes were JC's. That made JC smile as well.

JC crawled into bed and when he put his arms around Lance, that's when he realized that Lance was still in his clothes. JC sat up and lifted Lance up by his shoulders, taking off Lance's jacket. Lance's head fell on JC's shoulder and nuzzled deep into the crook of his neck, out of habit. JC smiled and moved his hands under Lance's shirt, pulling it up and trying to get his arms through the sleeves. After trying for a moment or two, he succeeded and laid Lance back down on the bed, moving to his lover's shoes, untying them and throwing them off behind him. He pulled Lance's socks off and moved up to his jeans, undoing the button and zipper, and then moving to the legs and pulling down. The pants were almost off when they got too bunched up, and JC had to pull really hard. They came loose suddenly and JC fell off the bed with the pants in his hands. He looked up to make sure Lance was still asleep. He was, JC was glad he hadn't woken him up.

JC pulled back the covers, maneuvering them out from under Lance, and getting into bed, covering them both up. He wrapped his arms around Lance and gently kissed his forehead. Soon after, he drifted off to sleep.

Lance smiled and said, "Thanks Josh," before going to sleep for real.

Buses:

JC sighed and looked out the window of the bus, looking for the other tour bus on the deserted highway. It was late at night, past midnight, and they were heading to their next tour spot, somewhere in the southern states, JC thought. They had done some bus rearranging, so that Lance and JC could be on the same bus together, but when they had stopped at the last gas station, they were leaving in such a hurry, JC didn't know who was where until the buses were already rolling again.

Joey and Steve had jumped into the bus with JC and Chris, who hadn't even realized they had stopped, because he was asleep. So now, they had four people on their bus, which meant that Lance was on the other bus.

With Justin.

It's not the JC didn't trust Lance or Justin, it's just that things were still not normal yet, between them all. And JC knew Lance still wore the necklace Justin gave him, and that Justin wore the ring that Lance had told him about.

While looking out the window, JC held a phone up to his ear, getting a busy signal again. The phone on the other bus was obviously being used, and JC couldn't talk to Lance or trade buses with anyone until the next stop, which wasn't until morning. JC wasn't sure he could go that long without at least hearing Lance's voice.

JC sighed and hung up the phone, looking in the darkness for the other bus. Just as he was about to give up, he saw it drive by, and through the window he could see Justin, sitting on the couch farthest from JC's sight, talking on the phone. Justin looked up, saw JC, and waved to him. JC made motions with his hands and arms for Justin to get off the phone, but Justin had turned his attention back to his conversation and wasn't looking at JC anymore.

Lance looked at Justin sitting on the couch from the small kitchenette. He saw Justin wave to someone through the window, and Lance looked over to see JC, waving his arms around like a madman, and Lance started laughing. "I think he wants you to get off the phone," Lance told Justin.

"I know," Justin said with a grin, tossing Lance the portable phone. Lance put it to his ear and all he got was a the beeping of the phone, disconnected.

"It's been like that ever since we left the gas station," Justin said, grinning.

Lance laughed and then tried to choke it down. "That's... not funny," Lance told him, holding back bursts of laughter.

"You're right, I'm sorry, here," Justin said, handing Lance the phone. "You can call him now."

Lance took the phone and turned it off, placing it back in it's cradle. "When it rings, you answer it. Tell him whatever you want."

Justin looked at Lance's sly smirk and laughed. "And here you have everyone thinking you're the nice guy."

The phone rang just then, and Lance grinned, leaning back on the counter, waiting for Justin to answer.

"*NSync porno show, how may I help you?" Justin asked.

"Funny. Put Lance on the phone," JC said.

"I'm sorry, Lance is currently recovering from our latest session of passionate sex. He'll have to call back," Justin said, letting a small laugh out.

"You're such an asshole Justin," JC said, but Justin could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Lance, Lance do you need another blow job right now?" Justin called towards the back of the bus, laughing.

"Justin! Put Lance on the phone!"

Justin grinned and handed the phone to Lance. "Thanks for the great sex, Lance," he said loud enough for JC to hear.

Lance chuckled and put the phone to his ear. "I love you," he said.

"Damn, that ruined my lecture," JC said with a laugh.

"He was just kidding. There's no one else but you, and you know that," Lance said.

"Yeah," JC said with a smile. "I do."

"So, oh man of giant brain, how did you end up on the wrong bus?" Lance asked.

"I... don't know."

"Well, that doesn't really work, does it? Now who's going to be my snuggle toy tonight?"

"Better not be Justin!" JC said lightheartedly.

"Good idea, thanks Josh!"

JC groaned. "Don't do that to me. Just talk to me, let me hear your voice."

"Okay," Lance whispered.

Lance looked out the window and saw that JC was looking out, trying to see him. Lance moved into JC's view and they stood there, looking at each other, not saying anything. They didn't need to.

"I'm looking at this incredibly hot guy," JC said. Lance could see his grin.

"Yeah, me too. And I don't think I told him today, just -how much- I love him."

JC smiled at Lance through the window. "I love you too."

They didn't say good-bye, they just hung up their phones, and continued to look at each other with smiles on their faces as the buses continued to drive through the night.

Handcuffs:

"This is your fault."

"How is it my fault?"

"You wanted to play kinky with handcuffs, not me."

"Well, you were the one who tested them."

"You were the one who told me too!"

"You were the one that flung your arm and made the other cuff hook to that pipe."

"You were the one that lost the keys, -and- got us locked in this room."

"It's not my fault I can't see where all these damn pipes are, and it's not my fault I didn't see the air vent right under me."

"Yes, and while you might feel bad about it, it still doesn't change the fact that this is all your fault."

"I could leave you in here, you know."

"How? We're locked in, remember."

"Yeah, well, that's not our biggest problem. We're leaving tonight, and if they can't find us, we're going to die here."

"We're not going to die. If you didn't notice, we're in a prop room. People will come here, eventually."

"This is the basement of a theater, which has stopped being used. They only use it for the restaurant, and now, because no one will hear us scream, we're going to die."

"Why don't you find a window and try and break out of it?"

"Because I can't see!"

"Well, I can't move, so we have a problem."

"Would you feel better if I gave you a blow job?"

"No! This whole handcuff thing could only turn me on in our bedroom. Not here, and besides, I thought you couldn't see."

"I don't need to see. I have every inch of you memorized."

"Really?"

"Of course. Now, let me see if I can find a flashlight."

"Why are you patting me? And that's not a flashlight."

"I know what it is. Where's your arm?"

"Right here."

"Where? I can't exactly see it!"

"To your left, over more, now go up, right there. What are you going to do?"

"There's a box behind you, I remember. Maybe there's something in there. I'm trying to get it."

"Ow, in case you forgot, my movements are only so limited."

"Sorry. I got it, though. I got the box. Now, I just need to get it out from behind you."

"Okay, hold on, let me jump up really fast. As soon as I say go, pull the box. Okay... go."

"All right, you can come back down now."

"Uhh, no, I can't."

"What do you mean?"

"When I jumped up, the handcuffs twisted around, and if I drop back down, I'll snap my arm."

"Great. And I can't find anything that feels like a flashlight in this box. Oh, wait, this might be something... yeah, I think it is..."

"Ow! Don't shine it right in my face."

"Sorry. I'll be right back, I'm going to look for a window or another door."

"No! Look in the vent and see if you can get the keys."

"Oh, okay. Where is it... there's the vent."

"Do you see anything? Do you see the keys?"

"Uh... yeah, there they are, I can see them."

"Can you -get- them?"

"Yeah, I think so... hold on, let me move the vent cover... I got em!"

"Thank God, now come and undo these handcuffs."

"What's the magic word?"

"Please! Come on, this position really hurts, and I think I'm cutting off my circulation."

"I dunno..."

"If you don't uncuff me right now, I'll never have sex with you again."

"I doubt that."

"Please, come on, this really hurts!"

"Hey, what are you guys doing in here?"

"Chris, hey, you got the door open, cool!"

"Lance, what are you doing hanging on a pipe? Why is he hanging on a pipe, JC?"

"I dunno. Hey, come to the door when you're done Lance, all right?"

"No, don't leave! Chris, I'm handcuffed to the pipe, JC has the key. Guys! Guys come on, don't leave me in here. You are so dead JC! You guys, this isn't funny!"

"Guys? Come on, let me out of here. Hello? Guys?"

The basement was silent. And then, the flashlight that JC had left on the floor flickered out.

"Guys?"

Payback:

Lance slid the room key into the door, opening it quietly. He looked around the room, trying to locate Chris' bag. He saw it and went over to it, opening it and looking for something, anything.

He found Chris' wallet and looked inside it, finding nothing but five dollars and a credit card. And... wait, what was that gold card? Lance pulled it out and a look of pure delight crossed his face. It grew when he opened the side of Chris' bag.

"God, this is perfect. Leave it to Chris to have a hidden fetish," Lance said, grinning as he took the item out of the bag and put the card back into Chris' wallet. He left and found Joey in the hall, giving back his room key.

"Thanks Joe," Lance said with a smile.

JC looked over at Lance, who was sleeping in the other bed, still mad at him for the joke he and Chris had pulled on him at that theater. That had been three days ago, and Lance was still giving JC the silent treatment.

JC got up out of his bed and went to his suitcase, looking around for his most favorite thing, after Lance. After looking for a moment, though, he couldn't find it and he tried not to panic. He started throwing his clothes all around, trying to find it. He couldn't.

JC looked over to Lance to ask him if he knew where it had gone, but Lance was sleeping. JC made a worried sound and kept looking, turning up empty handed.

JC didn't see it, but Lance was grinning.

All five guys sat in Justin's hotel room, watching the morning news, JC and Chris looking devastated.

"Who's going to steal your picture of Nick Carter?" Justin asked JC.

"My -personally autographed- picture!" JC exclaimed.

"Brian's hotter anyway," Lance muttered.

"I have to agree with him on that one, JC, Nick looks like a shaggy dog," Justin said.

"You would agree with Lance," JC mumbled.

"Well, at least you didn't lose your beanie baby with a personalized message from Ty himself inscribed on the tag!" Chris moaned.

"Yeah, because you're the most active member of the club," Joey said with a snicker.

"Did I mention the bear itself is one that they only give to employees. It's the 'Billion Dollar Bear', not just Peanut or anything," Chris defended.

They all turned their attention back to the TV just as a news reporter came on and started speaking. "And in big news today, a personally autographed picture to *NSync's JC Chasez from Nick Carter, and a rare Beanie Baby made for fellow *NSyncer Chris Kirkpatrick went for auction on eBay this morning, and the bidding frenzy was enormous. The picture sold for two thousand dollars, and the Beanie Baby for three. I'm sure eBay is loving *NSync right now. In other news..."

JC and Chris' mouths dropped open in shock and Justin and Joey started laughing at the horrified looks on their faces.

"How the hell did eBay get our stuff?" JC asked.

"See you guys at breakfast," Lance said getting up suddenly, and heading for the door. He got there and opened it, but turned around before exiting the room.

"Oh, before I forget, eBay told me to personally thank you guys for your generous contribution."