One Last Night
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amfiguree[N'sync] [Basez, sorta JoeC, and JoLa, and a little bit of Timbertone] [R for language and certain themes]
One Last Night
Author’s Note: I got this inspiration from the movie ‘The Time Machine’. It’s an AU short. Don’t ask how, why or when. Just read.
“No! Please... please. Don’t take him first. Oh god! Joey... Joey please! Don’t...”
Joey rolled his eyes at the weak plea. “Enough, Lance. Don’t get yourself into trouble because of that miserable wretch! My patience is running thin. We may be friends, but don’t forget, you ARE my slave.”
Tear-filled green eyes stared up into cold mud-brown. “Please. Please Joey,” the whisper was barely audible. “I’ve never begged you for anything, never asked for anything… but I’m begging you now. Please. Don’t take him first.”
“Lance.” The name was spoken disapprovingly, as an angry master would speak to his dog.
The usually submissive blond shook his head, tears hanging off his eyelashes. “Please,” he beseeched the emotionless brunette. “Please.”
Pushing Lance away, Joey shook his head firmly, his eyes blazing with a fury Lance had never before seen. “No.”
As his master left the room, Lance finally collapsed onto the floor, his mind a blur of emotions and unwept tears. “Oh god. Why? Why is this happening to him? Why?” And Lance closed his eyes, lay his head on the carpeted floor, weeping as though his heart had broken.
“He’s taking me tomorrow.”
It was not a question. The short statement was made with the same gentle firmness the voice had always held.
“At dawn,” Lance affirmed, his eyes still swollen from the countless tears he had shed. He felt a lump rise in his throat and he swallowed hard, refusing to allow his tears to flow. “I’m sorry.”
Shocked azure eyes rose to meet pale emerald. “Why?”
“I tried… I begged him… I tried… but he… wouldn’t…he… oh god,” a tear escaped its confinement as Lance spoke the last words, his low bass trembling with each syllable uttered.
“Lance.” The same name murmured, with different tones, different emotions, by different people. Lance closed his eyes when he felt familiar strong, well-toned arms circling him. “It doesn’t matter. You tried. I know you tried. It would have happened eventually.”
Lance buried his face in his lover’s chest. “But if he had only taken me first…”
Sturdy hands lifted Lance’s chin. “Don’t talk like that. It’s better this way. He loves you, Lance. He loves you so much.”
Lance shook his head, “He wants me. He doesn’t LOVE me. YOU love me. YOU want me BECAUSE you love me. He doesn’t.”
A thoughtful nod from his lover made Lance smile. “And I don’t care if he really does love me. Someone already has my heart.”
A beautiful, gorgeous smile made Lance’s heart soar. “I love you, Josh.”
Full, kissable lips met Lance’s own. Bodies crushed together in a warm embrace. Neither wanted the night to ever end.
Then came the words Lance heard often, yet still craved to hear, longed to hear, NEEDED to hear, breathed heatedly from a voice full of passion, full of affection and tenderness. “I love you too, Lance.”
“Why doesn’t he love me, Justin? I could give him so much. I WOULD give him so much. Just as soon as he asked. Why does it have to turn to this? Why-” Joey’s words were cut off by pale pink lips.
“Things don’t always turn out the way we want it to, Joey,” Justin replied softly as he offered the stunned brunette a sad smile. Before he left Joey’s bedroom, Justin added a last sentence that baffled Joey to no end. “At least, it never does for me.”
Joey stood in the doorway long after Justin had left, wondering what the curly-haired blond had meant. His words, his actions… Joey was thoroughly mystified by his best friend of ten years.
He continued to gaze out of the doorway, a wistful expression on his face, his fingers lightly resting on his still moist lips.
JC and Lance sat quietly together, the silence hanging thickly in the air, yet not thickly enough to bring the lovers discomfort. Legs intertwined, hands clasped, cheeks touching. JC broke contact, reached up, and stroked the blonde’s cheek gently. “I love you.”
Lance smiled, feeling JC’s cheek rest upon his spiky blond hair as their hands met again and held together. He rested his head against JC’s firm chest. Hearts beating in time, bodies molded together, souls joined as one. “It’s our last night together.”
The comment was made softly, barely heard. The wind began to blow gently, and JC smiled as he leaned easily, comfortably, against the bark of an old tree. “I know.”
“Love you.”
“I know.”
Joey looked around his empty bedroom, feeling a wave of nausea sweep over him as he lay on the cold, hard bed. He imagined the blond he had grown to care for, to love, to cherish. Imagined their hands tangled in each other’s hair, lips touching, laughter ringing, eyes shining, hands clutching, legs knotted.
The tired brunette closed his eyes, shutting them tightly against the cold barrenness of his room. “Tomorrow… tomorrow I will take that man,” He vowed. “I will take him. And crush him."
“I don’t know what he will do to you.”
JC looked down at the form of his exhausted lover. “Neither do I.”
Lance rubbed his eyes, willing himself to stay awake, wanting to be with the gorgeous man for as long as he could.
“Sleep,” JC commanded gently, moving his hands to massage Lance’s neck. “Today is supposed to be your day of rest. I’m taking that from you. That’s not right. Tomorrow you’ll be too tired to work.”
Lance shook his head, stifling a yawn. “I’m not tired. Please Josh, let me stay awake. I want to be with you, to see you, hold you.”
A wide smile made Lance’s heart pound wildly. The same smile, the same person, always the same effect. A soothing murmur calmed the blond, “I will be here. I’ll watch over you and hold you through the night. Now will you rest?”
Lance knew when he could not go on. His muscles screamed in protest even as he shifted slightly to take a better look at the man he loved, saying, “Promise to be here when I wake up?”
“I promise.”
Sleep took control of the fatigued blond as he closed his eyes and finally allowed slumber to come.
JC stared down into the face of the man he loved. The man who held his heart. He brought his lips down to meet Lance’s in a last, gentle kiss. His whisper was almost unheard, swept away by the softly howling wind, the chirping of the crickets, the music of nature.
“I love you.”
A radiant smile.
A bittersweet smile stained JC’s lips as he stood up and quietly walked away from the blond he promised to stay with till dawn.
A curly haired blond watched as the handsome brunette silently left the sleeping figure. His deep blue eyes shone with unshed tears and a wisdom far beyond his twenty-four years. A deep sigh was heard. “**Another heartache, another failed romance. On and on… Does anybody know what we are living for?** When will this misery, this loneliness, this petty hatred, when will this cruelty end?”
“I came.”
“A bit earlier than I expected.” Joey showed no sign of surprise, shock or fear. If he felt any alarm at the attractive blue-eyed creature’s arrival, he hid it well.
“I do have a final request.”
Joey must have been impressed by the man’s calmness, for he bid the man to speak. “When you’re through with me, leave me next to Lance in the meadow… and give him both this rose and note.”
Joey took the ornaments and gave his word to the man. As he turned his back and beckoned the unearthly beautiful man into the house, he felt his pulse racing. Aroused, he smiled demurely at JC, leading him quickly toward the master bedroom.
At the sight of the room, JC knew, instinctively, what was about to happen, what Joey was about to do. Bravely, wordlessly, he accepted his fate, allowing Joey to pull him onto the large, comfortable bed.
As the night continued, Joey’s moans grew louder, more frequent, his gasping grew more labored, his breathing quickened. JC seemed immune to it all, his beautiful cerulean eyes glazed over. Bodies crushed together, lips pressed forcefully, hands gripping painfully, yet deeper feelings lost…
When Joey finally collapsed onto the skinny, yet muscular man below him, JC at last broke. He let out a choked sob as Joey rolled over him, their naked bodies in heated contact, yet neither feeling anything deeper. “Why… why did you… have to… do this? Why… destroy this… beautiful love?” JC’s sobs broke into his sentences as he gasped for air.
Joey snorted, “You took Lance. MY Lance. Bastard. I have to get rid of you. Or Lance can never be mine.”
JC’s sobs had lessened and he was once again, the composed, unruffled man Joey had met at the front door. “Lance will never be yours,” JC said softly, “His heart is with me. As mine is with him.”
“And look where YOU are,” Joey laughed bitterly and ignored it when the other brunette visibly flinched at his statement.
Picking up the clothes strewn carelessly over the floor, Joey tossed JC’s bundle at him. JC dressed quickly, trying to ignore the looks Joey was sending him. “Let’s get done with it, shall we?” Joey taunted as he threw open the door and shoved JC out of it, slamming the door shut, knowing that the previous night would soon be forgotten by his conscience.
Lance opened his eyes, his head swimming in and out of consciousness. He wondered, for a moment, what had awoken him, when he heard the soft thud of earth and felt the warmth of a familiar body beside him.
He turned quickly, his jade green eyes widening in shock and fear when he saw his lover, a heap of blood and bruises. “Oh… oh god. Josh… Josh? Oh. God. Help me. Please.”
Lance looked up helplessly at the sound of Joey’s smirk. "We fucked. I have to hand it to you, you have good taste, Bass.”
Lance knew that smirk almost too well. He closed his eyes, feeling his pain, shock, fury and desperation engulf him. “Oh. God. Fuck, Joey, what did you DO to him?”
Joey threw a note and the previously white rose at Lance, before turning and strolling casually away. “You’re expected at the house in an hour. I have a lot of work for you today.”
Lance gazed at the rose. The rose stained with blood. Innocent blood. The blood of his lover. Lance looked down at JC, realizing with a start that the man was still alive. But just barely.
Cradling JC in his arms, Lance let his tears flow, silently berating himself for not staying awake the previous night, for not spending the last precious moments with his lover. “Lance…” JC rasped, his lips chapped and deathly pale.
“Josh… I’m here. Oh god, don’t leave me like this.” Lance leaned down and pressed his lips shakily against his lover’s, tasting their mingled salty tears.
As they pulled away, JC exhaled his last breath, closing his eyes, at peace with the knowledge that he was in his lover’s arms. It was safe.
“Josh. Oh god. Josh…” Lance sobbed, his tears spilling down his lashes and cheeks. Kissing JC on the lips a last time, Lance gently placed the white rose on JC’s chest, before picking up the letter and tearing it open with feverishly trembling fingers.
As he read the five words written neatly on the small note paper, his tears stained the sheet, falling ceaselessly.
Forgive me. I love you.
Five simple words. An endless trail of tears. Hearts that used to beat in time. Bodies that used to crush against each other. Souls that would always be joined as one. Four whispered words carried by the wind.
“I love you, Josh.”
-fin-
The words said by Justin in ** are lyrics from a song from ‘Moulin Rouge’.
One Last Night
Author’s Note: I got this inspiration from the movie ‘The Time Machine’. It’s an AU short. Don’t ask how, why or when. Just read.
“No! Please... please. Don’t take him first. Oh god! Joey... Joey please! Don’t...”
Joey rolled his eyes at the weak plea. “Enough, Lance. Don’t get yourself into trouble because of that miserable wretch! My patience is running thin. We may be friends, but don’t forget, you ARE my slave.”
Tear-filled green eyes stared up into cold mud-brown. “Please. Please Joey,” the whisper was barely audible. “I’ve never begged you for anything, never asked for anything… but I’m begging you now. Please. Don’t take him first.”
“Lance.” The name was spoken disapprovingly, as an angry master would speak to his dog.
The usually submissive blond shook his head, tears hanging off his eyelashes. “Please,” he beseeched the emotionless brunette. “Please.”
Pushing Lance away, Joey shook his head firmly, his eyes blazing with a fury Lance had never before seen. “No.”
As his master left the room, Lance finally collapsed onto the floor, his mind a blur of emotions and unwept tears. “Oh god. Why? Why is this happening to him? Why?” And Lance closed his eyes, lay his head on the carpeted floor, weeping as though his heart had broken.
“He’s taking me tomorrow.”
It was not a question. The short statement was made with the same gentle firmness the voice had always held.
“At dawn,” Lance affirmed, his eyes still swollen from the countless tears he had shed. He felt a lump rise in his throat and he swallowed hard, refusing to allow his tears to flow. “I’m sorry.”
Shocked azure eyes rose to meet pale emerald. “Why?”
“I tried… I begged him… I tried… but he… wouldn’t…he… oh god,” a tear escaped its confinement as Lance spoke the last words, his low bass trembling with each syllable uttered.
“Lance.” The same name murmured, with different tones, different emotions, by different people. Lance closed his eyes when he felt familiar strong, well-toned arms circling him. “It doesn’t matter. You tried. I know you tried. It would have happened eventually.”
Lance buried his face in his lover’s chest. “But if he had only taken me first…”
Sturdy hands lifted Lance’s chin. “Don’t talk like that. It’s better this way. He loves you, Lance. He loves you so much.”
Lance shook his head, “He wants me. He doesn’t LOVE me. YOU love me. YOU want me BECAUSE you love me. He doesn’t.”
A thoughtful nod from his lover made Lance smile. “And I don’t care if he really does love me. Someone already has my heart.”
A beautiful, gorgeous smile made Lance’s heart soar. “I love you, Josh.”
Full, kissable lips met Lance’s own. Bodies crushed together in a warm embrace. Neither wanted the night to ever end.
Then came the words Lance heard often, yet still craved to hear, longed to hear, NEEDED to hear, breathed heatedly from a voice full of passion, full of affection and tenderness. “I love you too, Lance.”
“Why doesn’t he love me, Justin? I could give him so much. I WOULD give him so much. Just as soon as he asked. Why does it have to turn to this? Why-” Joey’s words were cut off by pale pink lips.
“Things don’t always turn out the way we want it to, Joey,” Justin replied softly as he offered the stunned brunette a sad smile. Before he left Joey’s bedroom, Justin added a last sentence that baffled Joey to no end. “At least, it never does for me.”
Joey stood in the doorway long after Justin had left, wondering what the curly-haired blond had meant. His words, his actions… Joey was thoroughly mystified by his best friend of ten years.
He continued to gaze out of the doorway, a wistful expression on his face, his fingers lightly resting on his still moist lips.
JC and Lance sat quietly together, the silence hanging thickly in the air, yet not thickly enough to bring the lovers discomfort. Legs intertwined, hands clasped, cheeks touching. JC broke contact, reached up, and stroked the blonde’s cheek gently. “I love you.”
Lance smiled, feeling JC’s cheek rest upon his spiky blond hair as their hands met again and held together. He rested his head against JC’s firm chest. Hearts beating in time, bodies molded together, souls joined as one. “It’s our last night together.”
The comment was made softly, barely heard. The wind began to blow gently, and JC smiled as he leaned easily, comfortably, against the bark of an old tree. “I know.”
“Love you.”
“I know.”
Joey looked around his empty bedroom, feeling a wave of nausea sweep over him as he lay on the cold, hard bed. He imagined the blond he had grown to care for, to love, to cherish. Imagined their hands tangled in each other’s hair, lips touching, laughter ringing, eyes shining, hands clutching, legs knotted.
The tired brunette closed his eyes, shutting them tightly against the cold barrenness of his room. “Tomorrow… tomorrow I will take that man,” He vowed. “I will take him. And crush him."
“I don’t know what he will do to you.”
JC looked down at the form of his exhausted lover. “Neither do I.”
Lance rubbed his eyes, willing himself to stay awake, wanting to be with the gorgeous man for as long as he could.
“Sleep,” JC commanded gently, moving his hands to massage Lance’s neck. “Today is supposed to be your day of rest. I’m taking that from you. That’s not right. Tomorrow you’ll be too tired to work.”
Lance shook his head, stifling a yawn. “I’m not tired. Please Josh, let me stay awake. I want to be with you, to see you, hold you.”
A wide smile made Lance’s heart pound wildly. The same smile, the same person, always the same effect. A soothing murmur calmed the blond, “I will be here. I’ll watch over you and hold you through the night. Now will you rest?”
Lance knew when he could not go on. His muscles screamed in protest even as he shifted slightly to take a better look at the man he loved, saying, “Promise to be here when I wake up?”
“I promise.”
Sleep took control of the fatigued blond as he closed his eyes and finally allowed slumber to come.
JC stared down into the face of the man he loved. The man who held his heart. He brought his lips down to meet Lance’s in a last, gentle kiss. His whisper was almost unheard, swept away by the softly howling wind, the chirping of the crickets, the music of nature.
“I love you.”
A radiant smile.
A bittersweet smile stained JC’s lips as he stood up and quietly walked away from the blond he promised to stay with till dawn.
A curly haired blond watched as the handsome brunette silently left the sleeping figure. His deep blue eyes shone with unshed tears and a wisdom far beyond his twenty-four years. A deep sigh was heard. “**Another heartache, another failed romance. On and on… Does anybody know what we are living for?** When will this misery, this loneliness, this petty hatred, when will this cruelty end?”
“I came.”
“A bit earlier than I expected.” Joey showed no sign of surprise, shock or fear. If he felt any alarm at the attractive blue-eyed creature’s arrival, he hid it well.
“I do have a final request.”
Joey must have been impressed by the man’s calmness, for he bid the man to speak. “When you’re through with me, leave me next to Lance in the meadow… and give him both this rose and note.”
Joey took the ornaments and gave his word to the man. As he turned his back and beckoned the unearthly beautiful man into the house, he felt his pulse racing. Aroused, he smiled demurely at JC, leading him quickly toward the master bedroom.
At the sight of the room, JC knew, instinctively, what was about to happen, what Joey was about to do. Bravely, wordlessly, he accepted his fate, allowing Joey to pull him onto the large, comfortable bed.
As the night continued, Joey’s moans grew louder, more frequent, his gasping grew more labored, his breathing quickened. JC seemed immune to it all, his beautiful cerulean eyes glazed over. Bodies crushed together, lips pressed forcefully, hands gripping painfully, yet deeper feelings lost…
When Joey finally collapsed onto the skinny, yet muscular man below him, JC at last broke. He let out a choked sob as Joey rolled over him, their naked bodies in heated contact, yet neither feeling anything deeper. “Why… why did you… have to… do this? Why… destroy this… beautiful love?” JC’s sobs broke into his sentences as he gasped for air.
Joey snorted, “You took Lance. MY Lance. Bastard. I have to get rid of you. Or Lance can never be mine.”
JC’s sobs had lessened and he was once again, the composed, unruffled man Joey had met at the front door. “Lance will never be yours,” JC said softly, “His heart is with me. As mine is with him.”
“And look where YOU are,” Joey laughed bitterly and ignored it when the other brunette visibly flinched at his statement.
Picking up the clothes strewn carelessly over the floor, Joey tossed JC’s bundle at him. JC dressed quickly, trying to ignore the looks Joey was sending him. “Let’s get done with it, shall we?” Joey taunted as he threw open the door and shoved JC out of it, slamming the door shut, knowing that the previous night would soon be forgotten by his conscience.
Lance opened his eyes, his head swimming in and out of consciousness. He wondered, for a moment, what had awoken him, when he heard the soft thud of earth and felt the warmth of a familiar body beside him.
He turned quickly, his jade green eyes widening in shock and fear when he saw his lover, a heap of blood and bruises. “Oh… oh god. Josh… Josh? Oh. God. Help me. Please.”
Lance looked up helplessly at the sound of Joey’s smirk. "We fucked. I have to hand it to you, you have good taste, Bass.”
Lance knew that smirk almost too well. He closed his eyes, feeling his pain, shock, fury and desperation engulf him. “Oh. God. Fuck, Joey, what did you DO to him?”
Joey threw a note and the previously white rose at Lance, before turning and strolling casually away. “You’re expected at the house in an hour. I have a lot of work for you today.”
Lance gazed at the rose. The rose stained with blood. Innocent blood. The blood of his lover. Lance looked down at JC, realizing with a start that the man was still alive. But just barely.
Cradling JC in his arms, Lance let his tears flow, silently berating himself for not staying awake the previous night, for not spending the last precious moments with his lover. “Lance…” JC rasped, his lips chapped and deathly pale.
“Josh… I’m here. Oh god, don’t leave me like this.” Lance leaned down and pressed his lips shakily against his lover’s, tasting their mingled salty tears.
As they pulled away, JC exhaled his last breath, closing his eyes, at peace with the knowledge that he was in his lover’s arms. It was safe.
“Josh. Oh god. Josh…” Lance sobbed, his tears spilling down his lashes and cheeks. Kissing JC on the lips a last time, Lance gently placed the white rose on JC’s chest, before picking up the letter and tearing it open with feverishly trembling fingers.
As he read the five words written neatly on the small note paper, his tears stained the sheet, falling ceaselessly.
Forgive me. I love you.
Five simple words. An endless trail of tears. Hearts that used to beat in time. Bodies that used to crush against each other. Souls that would always be joined as one. Four whispered words carried by the wind.
“I love you, Josh.”
-fin-
The words said by Justin in ** are lyrics from a song from ‘Moulin Rouge’.
