Lance has always, always, always been a momma's boy, but even he looks at Justin and Lynn and is...taken aback. Justin and Lynn, he thinks, redefine it, and Lance isn't sure he wants to be part of the new definition.
He catches himself watching them together like he used to watch his friend Mike with his girlfriend, before he got over that, and the very comparison creeps him out. But he can't keep himself from watching Lynn's hand on Justin's thigh, and not just because Justin has thin, muscular legs, because Lance could look at those any time. There's something possesive about Lynn's hand there and Lance recognizes that and the feeling in his stomach--jealousy.
Lance spent two years watching Justin on the TV, fantasizing about him. When he first came to Orlando he was sure that eventually his fantasies would play out in real life.
Lance sees the looks exchanged between the two and is sure of two things. One, Justin Timberlake is never going to fuck him. And Two, Lance was never, ever that much of a momma's boy.
Dude, I'm scared to click on that link *g* Because you...you're the original pusher of that alien-abduction-mpreg-so-bad-you-can't-stop-reading-it fic that ate my brain!
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I have TWO. I win. :P
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"momma! MOMMA!"
you know, lynn is really really hot in that picture. just putting that out there.
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*sigh* momma!
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can i just say, i love it? bwahahahaha... it's too cool. ;)
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I wrote this for youuuuuu!
He catches himself watching them together like he used to watch his friend Mike with his girlfriend, before he got over that, and the very comparison creeps him out. But he can't keep himself from watching Lynn's hand on Justin's thigh, and not just because Justin has thin, muscular legs, because Lance could look at those any time. There's something possesive about Lynn's hand there and Lance recognizes that and the feeling in his stomach--jealousy.
Lance spent two years watching Justin on the TV, fantasizing about him. When he first came to Orlando he was sure that eventually his fantasies would play out in real life.
Lance sees the looks exchanged between the two and is sure of two things. One, Justin Timberlake is never going to fuck him. And Two, Lance was never, ever that much of a momma's boy.
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And, mmmmm--the addition of Lance is very good, and Lance comparing them to his friends, and Lynn's hand on Justin's thigh. Ohhhh yes.
Thank you, sweetie! You're marveous in all kinds of special and non-Hallmark ways. *snuggle*
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And, dude, the lynncest? Just sorta writes itself. :shudder:
glad you enjoyed! Your evil evil ways have influenced us all, baby!
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Tug of War (http://www.angelfire.com/ego/joshtincloset/Fiction/Wen/tugofwarindex.htm)
*whistles innocently*
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Hah!
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*backs away slowly*
*g*
*readies the mouse for clickage*
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