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randomling) wrote2008-07-16 11:52 pm
randomling) wrote2008-07-16 11:52 pm
This Side Of The Fence
My second entry for Jammin' July.
Summary: Chris keeps an eye out for Justin and Lance.
Warnings: Boybands, RPF.
Also: Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ephemera_pop for a lovely prompt and adelate for hand-holding.
This Side Of The Fence
From the other side of the fence, Chris watched. Justin was standing back a little, talking to the farm hand, but he had one hand in the centre of Lance's back. Lance had his arms around the donkey's neck, his face buried in its fur. Honestly, the things they did on their days off.
They spoke decent English here, which was nice, because “day off” should mean they didn't have to struggle with foreign languages. Lynn had even promised them McDonald's later; they had to drive back into Oslo anyway, and Chris was looking forward to familiar fast food. For now, though, they were here. Donkeys and chickens and pigs and horses and cows – JC and Joey were off communing with the cows – and the smell of manure and the pretty farmhand who was clearly putty in Justin's hands. Justin hadn't noticed, though. He was still in his I-only-have-eyes-for-Lance phase.
Chris wished he wouldn't be so fucking obvious about it. They were a boyband. A new, precarious, not-very-successful boyband. They couldn't be groping one another in public all the time.
Across the fence, Justin's hand rubbed down Lance's back. Thankfully, Justin stopped short of grabbing Lance's ass, but it was a damn close call. Lance lifted his face from the donkey's neck and said something that made Justin smile, and the farm hand laugh and pat the donkey on the nose. Justin shook her hand, and she turned away as Justin and Lance turned towards Chris.
“She was beautiful,” Lance was saying as they came into earshot.
“The farm hand?” Justin asked, eyes twinkling, and Lance laughed.
“You idiot,” Lance said affectionately. Their hands brushed against each other briefly, they glanced at each other and smiled, and Chris wanted to grab them both and shake them. Young and in love and completely, completely stupid.
“You're both idiots,” Chris said loudly.
Lance, predictably, looked at the ground, cheeks turning slightly pink. Justin, on the other hand, met Chris's gaze, and in his eyes there was an unspoken challenge. Don't you dare. Chris was the only one who knew about them.
For now.
By the time Lance looked up, the steel in Justin's expression was gone, replaced by his brightest shit-eating grin. “Yeah,” Justin said, getting a foothold to hop the fence. “But you love us anyway.”
Justin hit the ground on Chris's side and turned to help Lance over; sighing, Chris shoved his hands in his pockets, trying not to watch Justin make use of the opportunity to thread his fingers through Lance's, or see Lance's smile. It would be so easy to be mad at them.
Love them anyway, huh?
It was true.
Summary: Chris keeps an eye out for Justin and Lance.
Warnings: Boybands, RPF.
Also: Thank you to
ephemera_pop for a lovely prompt and adelate for hand-holding.This Side Of The Fence
From the other side of the fence, Chris watched. Justin was standing back a little, talking to the farm hand, but he had one hand in the centre of Lance's back. Lance had his arms around the donkey's neck, his face buried in its fur. Honestly, the things they did on their days off.
They spoke decent English here, which was nice, because “day off” should mean they didn't have to struggle with foreign languages. Lynn had even promised them McDonald's later; they had to drive back into Oslo anyway, and Chris was looking forward to familiar fast food. For now, though, they were here. Donkeys and chickens and pigs and horses and cows – JC and Joey were off communing with the cows – and the smell of manure and the pretty farmhand who was clearly putty in Justin's hands. Justin hadn't noticed, though. He was still in his I-only-have-eyes-for-Lance phase.
Chris wished he wouldn't be so fucking obvious about it. They were a boyband. A new, precarious, not-very-successful boyband. They couldn't be groping one another in public all the time.
Across the fence, Justin's hand rubbed down Lance's back. Thankfully, Justin stopped short of grabbing Lance's ass, but it was a damn close call. Lance lifted his face from the donkey's neck and said something that made Justin smile, and the farm hand laugh and pat the donkey on the nose. Justin shook her hand, and she turned away as Justin and Lance turned towards Chris.
“She was beautiful,” Lance was saying as they came into earshot.
“The farm hand?” Justin asked, eyes twinkling, and Lance laughed.
“You idiot,” Lance said affectionately. Their hands brushed against each other briefly, they glanced at each other and smiled, and Chris wanted to grab them both and shake them. Young and in love and completely, completely stupid.
“You're both idiots,” Chris said loudly.
Lance, predictably, looked at the ground, cheeks turning slightly pink. Justin, on the other hand, met Chris's gaze, and in his eyes there was an unspoken challenge. Don't you dare. Chris was the only one who knew about them.
For now.
By the time Lance looked up, the steel in Justin's expression was gone, replaced by his brightest shit-eating grin. “Yeah,” Justin said, getting a foothold to hop the fence. “But you love us anyway.”
Justin hit the ground on Chris's side and turned to help Lance over; sighing, Chris shoved his hands in his pockets, trying not to watch Justin make use of the opportunity to thread his fingers through Lance's, or see Lance's smile. It would be so easy to be mad at them.
Love them anyway, huh?
It was true.
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(Did Lambs go visit some lambs on the farm? /bad pun)
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Thank you for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed it. :D
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I love Chris's understandable frustration and the undercurrents beneath it, and Justin's awareness and pig-headedness and Lance! Lance being so very happy and innocent.
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So glad you enjoyed this!
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Also, mwahahahahaha.
Thank you!
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Very lovely ficlet too.
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And yes, donkeys are made of awesome.
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This was sweet. And I like how the steel shows in Justin's expression and then is gone again when Lance looks up.
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But Lise wrote a fic years ago in which Lance is turned into a llama. (And it's safely porn-free!) I heard references about it for a long time before I ever found it. It's here: http://www.doyourthing.org/lise/pop/lancellama.htm
And then, just recently,
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:)
Amazing icons, btw. TFP :)
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I'm glad you liked it, too - thank you! It's so awesome when people pick out bits of your fics that they like. ♥
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Thank you for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Thank you for writing it!
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