randomling | Six Steps To Being A Better Stand-Up 6/6

The last part of my SeSa, reposted here for posterity.

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Summary: It's pretty hard to date a guy who thinks you're straight. Part 6 of 6.
Warnings: Boybands, RPF. There is sex in other installments.

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dizmo.

Six Steps To Being A Better Stand-Up

Step Six: My Boyfriend
January 9th

Justin made Chris's gig with minutes to spare, cursing his car, and pretty much everything else in the universe. He'd almost been late, which was just not acceptable. A bunch of Travelstar people were already there, and it was lucky that the guys had saved him a seat, because the place was packed. Lance was sitting on JC's lap – only to save space, he was sure – and he had to kick Alecia's feet off of the one spare seat and carefully wipe it down before sitting. Alecia and Joey mocked him through the last few minutes of some really unfunny guy in a plaid shirt, but they both shut up when the MC announced Chris Kirkpatrick.

It was funny how quickly he forgot about his car as soon as Chris walked onto the stage. Chris hesitated, found Justin in the crowd, and stepped forward to take the mic.

“Okay,” said Chris, launching right into it, “so you've probably heard this one before. What's the difference between a straight guy and a gay guy? Six beers, right?” Dead silence, but Justin smiled; Chris had been rehearsing this day and night, practically in his sleep, for the past two weeks. “See, I have the opposite problem. I get drunk, I go straight.”

And now Justin grinned, ear to ear, because Chris had the unfamiliar experience of having to wait for laughter to die down. It was polite, maybe a bit uncomfortable – this maybe wasn't Chris's perfect audience – but it was laughter, and Justin saw Chris smile a slightly perplexed smile.

“This is a pain in the ass for my boyfriend...”

Justin leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and ignored Alecia poking him in the arm. Chris was going to do well tonight, he could feel it. Later, they'd all go back to Chris's place, have a drink, maybe smoke up, and that would be great. And after that, the two of them would be alone, and that would be even better.

Alecia kept poking him until he turned his head. “Hey,” she whispered. “Your boyfriend's doing okay up there.”

Justin beamed at her. “I know.”