Dinner

[pensnest]

Another ficlet inspired by a fanfic100 prompt, making a change from the AU and my usual Trickyfishiness.



"O-kay. Perfect. That's it."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"No, no. That was great. Just what I wanted."

"But I've only done it three times. I thought you'd have me here for hours."

"Yeah, I kinda thought so too, but... I can't think of anything you didn't do, so..."

A pause. "So. Yeah. Okay. Mind if we try it one more time?"

JC shrugged. "Sure," he said into the communicating mike. "When you're ready."

* * *

"That was good, you know, at the studio. Earlier."

"Yeah," agreed Lance. "I've missed that. Done a bit here and there, but it was nice. Having you at the controls."

"I meant—you sang well. But yeah, us, recording."

"Well enough for you to buy me dinner." Lance smirked knowingly. This was not an inexpensive restaurant. But JC did not begrudge payment for the kind of food—and wine—they served here.

"You should do more," he said. "Singing, I mean."

"Mmm. I do it, when someone asks me. Doesn't come up very often." Lance, digging in to his swordfish steak, didn't seem worried.

"Guess I'll just have to write a bass harmony into a few more tracks, then."

"Any time."

"I always..." JC began tentatively. "I always thought your voice was the sexiest."

Lance grinned.

"I mean, there was a reason we called it the porn voice, right?"

"God, I hated that. That Barry White stuff, right back at the beginning. How embarrassing was that?"

"No, man, you did fine with it. But I was thinking more of the singing, the way you're always there, rock-solid, and that tone, man, it's just..." he gestured helplessly. A waiter materialised at his elbow, as waiters in exclusive French restaurants are wont to do. JC waved him away. "It's just, so sexy." He blushed.

"I always liked your singing best," Lance replied calmly. "Don't tell Justin."

"Well, thanks, man."

They were silent for a while, reverently finishing their entrées and superb Cabernet Sauvignon. The waiter rematerialised, cleared plates, offered dessert, and reappeared instead with coffee and Armagnac.

"Um, Lance?" JC fiddled with his spoon. "When I said sexy, I kinda meant, um, not just the singing."

"You been checking out my ass, Chasez?"

"No! Well, actually yes. But I didn't mean that. Not just that." He could feel his cheeks turning pink.

Lance chuckled merrily. "You playing matchmaker, JC? Who d'you have in mind? "

"Well. Uh. Me."

"You telling me I'm so damn sexy even my straight friends want me?" Lance rolled his eyes, shook his head, and drank brandy.

"Um, yes? And, um, possibly not straight. Completely. I think."

Lance stared at him. "No way. No way! All those years of 'I wear pink because gender roles are outdated, stereotypical and unnecessary and I'm perfectly confident in my masculinity', plus I don't know how many women, and now you're not straight?"

"I think maybe, yes. Possibly. It's not like my relationships with women have been exactly... I thought, if you, maybe you might, um, help me decide?"

"Years of picking up girls by simply existing have gone to your head, JC. That's no kind of line."

"No line, Lance, I'm serious. I know it must seem, it's just that I think you—I've been thinking about you. A lot. And wondering, because you're really, um, hot and I thought maybe it would be good if we—"

"Is this why you asked me to sing for you? So you could proposition me? No wonder you settled for four takes!"

"No, no! Of course not! Sit down, Lance, please! Of course I didn't mean that, of course I wanted your voice on my album. That's—it's just, we're here, together, and so I thought, I thought I could ask you to think about it. Please?"

Lance eased back into his seat with that unfathomable Mona Lisa smile on his lips. "All right then, so tell me what you have in mind."

"I—I—well, sex, I guess. It's kinda new territory for me—no, don't look at me like that, man, you know what I mean!"

Lance stopped laughing eventually. "I do, at that. You'd better get the check, then, hadn't you."

An unwelcome possibility occurred to JC. "You, uh, you are, are you interested in me? I mean, I just sorta assumed but—do you actually want to go to bed with me?"

"Don't be silly, JC."

"Um...?"

"That'd be a yes. Maybe even a Hell, yes. You see our waiter anywhere?"

Comments

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

Hee!!!

Rambly JC and Confident Lance and . . .

Because. Yes.

[pensnest]

And anyway, listening to Lance sing the kind of songs JC writes would get anyone... twitchy. ;-)

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

Is THAT what they're calling it now a days?

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

I—I—well, sex, I guess. It's kinda new territory for me

LOL! Methinks poor JC is a tad nervous :-)

[pensnest]

Heh, yeh. Poor JC. He's probably accustomed to women who want to be courted. A little bit.

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

That's probably so. But that is so not something you would expect JC to say :-)

[pensnest]

It's funny how these things turn out, sometimes - Lance was in calm, utterly self-possessed mode and JC was all nervous and fluffy when I wrote this - in fact, I had to get rid of lots of Ums and Wells (and a completely irrelevant diversion which they *would* follow, pesky boys) to make it readable!

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

You mean they do things on their own?! How rude of them! I mean, you're the writer, they should damn well listen to you and do what they're told. What if you stopped writing about them, they wouldn't be happy then, would they!

[pensnest]

Well, you'd think! I dunno, though. I remember writing My First Slash (Data and Q), and finding it incredibly difficult to get the pair of them to stop *talking* and get on with it! Had to stage a stern intervention.

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

Perhaps they were nervous :-)

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

I love dialogue sketches - the voices really do provide the whole picture. Poor flustered JC!

[pensnest]

I'm still not quite sure why or how this ficlet happened, but it amused me, so, shrug. :-)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Poor JC.

He's so adorably flustered.

[pensnest]

And he's so *cute* that way!

[lincolnkw.livejournal.com]

Loved this, had me giggling about half way through and then all the way to the end.

[pensnest]

I am delighted to have amused you. :-D

[bayouskye.livejournal.com]

Sent this way courtesy of faithette.

I love it when JC gets all rambly.

Too cute!

[pensnest]

*smiles* Thanks for the feedback!