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Chapter
2- Caught, Landed and Gutted!
As far as time allocation goes, Lance was doing the work
of more than two people, what with acting, recording and managing
his artist, Meredith, Lance managed to squeeze at least 80
hours of work out of his usual 60 during the week. Lance smiled,
realizing this fact, and also thinking that his social and
love life had not been too badly effected by this frenetic
pace. He and JC made love at least five times a week, often
more. They attended all the parties, events, and still had
time to go out to dinners with each other and do all that
cute, romantic boyfriend kinda stuff that gave him the big
warm fuzzies when he thought about it.
It came as a rather great surprise to hear his hairstylist,
gossip queen that he was, regaling a fellow stylist with an
outlandish story of JC and some cute young guy making out
in a car the previous night. Lance, at first, brushed it off,
as he had called JC from the set and they had chatted animatedly
for a while during his break. It wasn't until he heard the
rumour again, this time a bit more detailed from the slightly
effeminate wardrobe guy that he felt the grain of doubt that
had been in his mind, turn into a lump of worry and fall down
into his stomach. Lance listened as the wardrobe guy, Phillip,
who was nice enough to recant the story for him slowly, mentioned
that the "car" was indeed JC's jeep. Phillip's friend
who had witnessed the enounter described it in detail, color,
florida state tag, and all.
Lance was stunned. He had never even given thought let alone
voice to JC as to looking positively on an "open relationship"
and he had thought that JC had eyes only for him, at least,
that's what JC had continually assured him. Lance took lunch
by himself that day, wanting the time alone to sit and formulate
a plan of action. He didn't have any concrete proof of this,
just rumours and....well...an eyewitness. Well, maybe he did
have some proof...but.....jeez, Lance wanted to give JC the
benefit of the doubt. What that eyewitness had seen could
have been anything. It might be totally innocent. JC might
have been.....umm....giving CPR....or....acting out a part
for some role....or anything. Hmmm...Lance thought, anything
seemed pretty fucking weak....and JC better come up with some
better excuse that the ones he had thought of.
Lance finished his last scene that day and headed home. JC
was smiling and setting the table when he came in.
"Hey baby!" JC smiled, and Lance wondered if it
was because he knocked a piece off some twinkie boi, or if
he was really glad that he was home. Shaking his head at such
negative thinking, Lance smiled back and sniffed appreciatively
at the smell of the food that JC had cooked. JC indicated
that Lance should sit down and get ready for dinner, taking
a minute out to pour him a large glass of a nice red wine,
before disappearing into the kitchen and bringing back out
a large platter of pasta and a saucepan full of a rich alfredo
sauce. Lance, full and slightly tipsy after three more glasses
of wine, had almost forgotten entirely about the alleged previous
night's activities. Smiling, he led JC into the bedroom and
kissed him deeply.
"C" Lance smiled, noting the glazed look in his
lover's eyes after the kiss and hoping it distracted him enough
not to notice the fast approaching sledgehammer in the form
of a question that was about to hit him square between the
eyes. "I feel like I am a bad husband, ignoring you when
I am on the set." JC smiled and shook his head, "It's
your job, baby." Lance smiled as JC proverbially walked
right into his trap. "What do you do with your time?
Like last night....what did you do while I was at work."
JC's glazed eyes blinked, for just a minute, becoming clear,
and then they contracted and Lance inhaled, realizing, from
that reaction, the next statement was going to be a HUGE lie.
"Well....I stayed home for a while....then headed out
to the movies with Justin." JC cooed, then leaned in
to kiss Justin.
Lance's eyebrow raised up dramatically and silently he cursed
his body for reacting so suspiciously.
"Oh....that's cool. How's JuJu doin' these days? It's
been ages since I've talked to him."
JC smiled. "Jup's doin pretty well. He's got some great
new ideas for some new songs he was telling me about."
Lance nodded, "Pop songs I hope. I feel like I was a
bit too whitebread to be tryin' to sing some of the last few
sons he wrote. I mean....they were a little too...."
JC smiled, "BET oriented?"
Lance nodded and JC snickered, "I think that Justin
is bit too whitebread to sing half the stuff he comes up with."
Lance's giggle was cut short as JC pinned him down and began
making love to him in earnest.
Later, as they lay in bed, exhausted and enjoying the afterglow,
Lance leaned in and kissed JC on the neck tenderly and half
spoke, half whispered, "So what was it about?"
"hmmph?" Jc replied sleepily. "what was what
about?"
Lance smiled and flicked his tongue over JC's earlobe, making
him shudder, "This song of Justin's. Better to be forwarned
for the next time I do talk to him and he tries to push it
on me."
JC chuckled deeply. "I can't remember....something about
a cheatin' girlfriend. Jup's been writing some angry ass songs
since he and Brit had that big fight."
Lance groaned playfully. "Oh jeez....As long as the
word sistah isn't used...."
JC turned his head and looked into Lance's eyes for a second...then
smiled and turned over and pretended to be asleep.
"You're kidding! Tell me you're kidding!"
JC's fake snores got louder and louder until Lance realized
that he wasn't faking it anymore, but was really asleep and
sawing logs. Lance's last thought before he fell asleep was,
"ok...let's see what Justin has to say about yesterday."
Lance woke up relatively early, as it was a day where he'd
be shooting late. A night scene. He had conveniently forgotten
to let JC know that. Lance got up and showered, then put on
some clothes as he planned out his course of action. He picked
up his cell and punched in the speed dial for Justin.
"HHrrmghgpggph?" came the groggy voice.
"Justin! It's Lance!"
"Lce? Mmmmmsleepppin!" came the voice again, slightly
more clear.
"I just wanted to hang out today. I'll come over and
we can do lunch."
"S'ok" Justin replied and the phone clicked.
"Boy sleeps like a log!" Lance smiled, and headed
off to Justin's place.
Lance found Justin in much the same condition when he finally
got across town to where Justin lived. Traffic was terrible
so it took him almost fourty minutes just to get to Justin's
place.
"JuJu! Wake up man! It's time for lunch!"
Justin moaned and turned over, pulling the pillow over his
head. Lance, undisturbed by this, went to the refrigerator
and grabbed a piece of ice, then headed back to the bedroom.
"JuJu....wake up."
Justin snorted and remained motionless. Lance smiled and
lifted the cover up, smiling as Justin's boxer briefs came
into view. Lance grabbed the waistband of the shorts and pulled
it open, then pitched the ice down into the opening. Justin's
reaction was quick and quite humorous.
"HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING GOD!" Justin screamed as
he thrashed the covers on his bed off, grabbing at his crotch
and pulling the offending icy material away from his testicular
area. Lance supressed a giggle, barely, thinking that if he
was fucking JC, a little ice down the pants would be a small
payback compared to what he was in store for.
Justin scowled at Lance after retrieving the chilly intruder
from his underwear.
"OK! OK Bass, I'm awake!"
Lance smiled. "Good. Go get ready for lunch."
Justin's scowl softened slightly. "It's lunchtime already?"
His stomach answered his query with a long, loud growl.
"Guess so." Justin blushed. "Be back in a
second."
Justin dashed into the bathroom and jumped into the shower.
As soon as Lance heard the spray turn on, he got up and headed
into the bathroom as well.
"So JC tells me you got a new song idea or something."
Justin's smiling face poked out of the side of the shower
curtain.
"Yep! It'll be great! It's all about this unrequited
love that this guy has. He's hot for this....chick and she
doesn't even know he exists."
Lance's smile faded away. 'Uh huh. Just as I expected.'
"You'll have to play it for me sometime, J" Lance
said as he flushed the toilet and turned on the sink. Justin's
yowling from being scalded with hot water drowned out any
reply he was thinking of making.
Later on, after Justin finished dressing, his chest and arms
still beet red and him still somewhat pissed for being scalded
by the hot water, the two headed out to the local diner and
grabbed some grub. On the way back, Lance decided to test
the story once more.
"Seen any good movies lately, JuJu? I've been meaning
to go...but can't ever seem to find the time." Lance
asked, innocently enough.
Justin shook his head. "Naah. Not seen anything for
a while now. Maybe JC and I'll go see one sometime soon."
Lance fought to keep the angry look from his face, almost
failing until he tacked on the fakest smile that he could
shape his lips into. "Yeah. Since I'm working all day
tomorrow, you should take him out then, so he'll have something
to do."
Justin smiled, "OK. I'll see if I can keep him occupied."
Lance's face began to redden and he almost hissed, "I'm
sure you will, JuJu."
The next day, Lance got up and dressed and kissed JC on the
head, telling him not to expect him back until late, as they
were shooting all day. He then reminded JC to call Justin
and see if the two could catch a movie or something. JC smiled
and nodded from where he lay in bed.
Lance headed out the door and got into his car, then headed
off about two blocks away to the rental car place where he
traded in his car for a day rental he had planned to use to
see what JC would get up to today. As he drove back the way
he came, he smiled as he noticed, from around the corner,
JC hop into his Jeep and head off in the direction of across
town. Lance tailed him loosely, not getting too close and
watched as twenty minutes later, JC pulled up in front of
Justin's place and headed inside. Lance gave a few minutes
then headed up to Justin's apartment as well, holding the
small videocamera he had brought along in his hand just for
the occassion. As Lance came to Justin's door, he put his
ear up against it and listened for any noise, then hearing
none, silently slipped inside. Lance heard the first noise
as he crept down the hall towards Justin's bedroom, and it
got louder as he got closer. Lance pushed the record button
as he reached the bedroom door, then stood behind the partially
shut door, taping through the gap between the door and the
doorjam. Lance seethed as his worst suspicions were confirmed,
as he watched JC's head bob up and down on Justin's dick,
then moments later, heard his lover moan out his friend's
name as he penetrated him. Lance got several minutes of great
footage, and then headed out of Justin's apartment.
Lance drove home in a fog, unable, for the moment to think
of what to do next. He turned on the radio as he drove and
began to listen to whatever station the last person who drove
the rental car had been listening to. At first, it was just
top 40 stuff. Then Lance heard it, and the fog that had enveloped
his brain cleared and he began to smile. Lance stopped off
on his way back to his house and picked up the cd by the artist
on the radio. As he entered into his house, he walked over
to the cd player and popped it in, putting it on repeat as
he began his work.
While he was scheming
I was beamin' in the Beamer, just beamin'
Can't believe that I caught my man cheatin'
So I found another way to make him pay for it all
So I went
To Neiman-Marcus on a shopping spree
And on the way I grabbed Soley and Mia
And as the cash box rang I thought everything away
(Oops)
There goes the dreams we used to say
(Oops)
There goes the time we spent away
(Oops)
There goes the love I had but you cheated on me
And that's worth that now
(Oops)
There goes the house we made a home
(Oops)
There goes you'll never leave me alone
For all the lies you told
This is what you owe
Hey ladies
When your man wanna get buckwild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Put your hands on his cash
And spend it to the last dime
For all the hard times
Oh
When you go, then everything goes
From the crib to the ride and the clothes
So you better let him know that
If he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up
Lance signed onto the computer and tapped into JC's bank
account and made some judicious transfers to a new, unlisted
account. Likewise, he sent some emails (in JC's name of course,
and with JC's passcode) to JC's investment brokers, telling
them to sell off his stocks, regardless of loss, and place
the funds into his private account.
After that, Lance sat back and smiled, thinking that he probably
ought not stop at that point. Lance got up and walked into
JC's bedroom and began to pile up all his clothes onto his
bed. Finally, after making sure he got them all, he wrapped
the fitted and flat sheets around the two enormous piles of
clothes and headed out to the back porch with them. Lance
piled the clothes nicely onto the bricks of their deck and
then poured both cans of charcoal lighter fluid on them. After
he squeezed out the last of the fluid, he lit a match and
watched contentedly as the whole lot burned.
Still feeling vindictive, Lance walked back into the house
and called a locksmith, and after securing a promise that
he could get all the locks changed within the next thirty
minutes for an extra $500, he sat back and began to shred
JC's collection of Hard Rock Cafe menus, one at a time, marveling
at the noise they made as they passed through the desktop
shredder he bought with the CD.
While he was braggin'
I was coming down the hill and just draggin'
All his pictures and his clothes in the bag and
Sold everything else 'til there was just nothin' left
And I paid
All the bills about a month too late
It's a shame we have to play these games
The love we had just fades away, away
(Oops)
There goes the dreams we used to say
(Oops)
There goes the time we spent away
(Oops)
There goes the love I had but you cheated on me
And that's worth that now
(Oops)
There goes the house we made a home
(Oops)
There goes you'll never leave me alone
For all the lies you told
This is what you owe
Hey ladies
When your man wanna get buckwild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Put your hands on his cash
And spend it to the last dime
For all the hard times
Oh
When you go, then everything goes
From the crib to the ride and the clothes
So you better let him know that
If he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up
Hey ladies
When your man wanna get buckwild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Put your hands on his cash
And spend it to the last dime
For all the hard times
Oh
When you go, then everything goes
From the crib to the ride and the clothes
So you better let him know that
If he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up
Lance looked around the house and realized that all the pictures
on the walls had the a smiling couple in them. Lance, and
a handy pair of scissors quickly amended that situation. As
the locksmith changed the locks, Lance looked around the house
for any last minute items of JC's that might have been missed.
Finding none, he sat down, feeling only partially satisfied
with his efforts. True, his lover was a cheatin' low life
snake, but Lance felt that it was somewhat unfair to only
punish him. Lance waited until the locksmith finished with
the re-keying then thanked him and slipped him an extra grand
(on JC's mastercard) for his promptness, then he got into
his rental car and headed off to a quick pit stop at Home
Depot, then back to Justin's house. Lance smiled as he pulled
up in front of Justin's place. Justin's BMW Z3 was still parked
in the same place, beside the basketball hoop in his driveway,
and JC's Jeep was parked on the side of the steep inclined
street in front of Justin's house. Lance took the length of
cabling he had purchased out from the bag and got out of the
car. Quietly, he looped the end of the cable around the axle
of Justin's car, then secured it to the base of the basketball
hoop. Lance then crept over to JC's jeep and released the
parking brake, letting it roll down the inclined street, straight
into the adjoining man-made lake that bordered Justin's development.
As the top of the jeep sunk out of sight, Lance smiled, feeling
better and better by the minute.
All of the dreams you sold
Left me out in the cold
What happened to the days when we used to trust each other
And all of the things I sold
Will take you until you get old
To get 'em back without me
Cuz it might be better then money or sex
Hey ladies
When your man wanna get buckwild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Put your hands on his cash
And spend it to the last dime
For all the hard times
Oh
When you go, then everything goes
From the crib to the ride and the clothes
So you better let him know that
If he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up
Lance knocked on the door of Justin's place, and smiled as
JC, clad only in boxers, flung open the door.
"LANCE!" JC said anxiously. "I thought you
were working all day."
Lance smiled. "Yep. The shoot ended up getting postponed.
So I thought I'd come over here and see what you two...."
Justin stepped out of his bedroom, naked, with his dick sheathed
in a condom, carrying a bottle of lube. "Hey C...."
he said, then stopped as he looked up and saw Lance. "Shit!"
Lance smiled and handed JC the CD single. "Don't even
try to lie your way through this. Bye Baby Boy. It's been....real."
JC looked down at the single and his eyes widened.
"Lance! What did you do?!?"
Lance smiled sweetly, a smile that wouldn't melt butter,
and JC's insides went cold.
"Oh baby. What...did...you...do?"
Lance smiled, "You'll have to come and see, now won't
you?"
Lance turned and walked out the door, stopping for a second,
then turning back.
"By the way, JC, where is your Jeep?"
JC's eyes widened as he looked up at where he had parked
his beloved Jeep.
"Not the Jeep, Lance, please, not the Jeep." JC
begged.
Lance smiled, a smile of pure evil and venom, then he turned
and headed back to his car.
Lance fiddled with his keys long enough to see JC, still
clad only in his boxers scream as he saw the tail light of
his car sticking up from the lake. Lance shivered and smiled
as he realized that this revenge thing could be better than
Christmas. Lance started up his car and drove around the block,
coming back a few minutes later to witness Justin and JC getting
into his BMW and slamming it into gear...and getting about
20 feet before the entire back axle popped free from Justin's
car and Justin's basketball hoop was snapped in half. Lance
smiled and beeped. Life was looking up, and looking better
all the time. Lance waved as Justin slammed his hands onto
the steering wheel and began to cry.
Lance stopped off at Denny's for a "Rootie Tootie Fresh
and Fruity" breakfast platter, looking at his watch and
smiling...realizing that he had given them plenty enough time
to find a ride back to the house. Lance pulled in and saw
Justin's mother's car in the driveway and he pulled past it
and into the garage, closing it behind him.
Lance looked out the back window and saw JC standing over
the charred remains of his wardrobe, looking down at the bit
of burnt leather and fur that was all that was left. Lance
tapped on the window and placed the mini-tv on the ledge.
JC and Justin walked over as Lance hit play on the camcorder
feed, and watched in horror as their previous afternoon's
activities had been caught on tape. Lance smiled and held
up several duplicate copies of the tape, each with a different
mailing label: one for the local news, one for the national
news, one for JIVE, one for JC's mother and father, one for
Justin's mother, one for Justin's father, and one for Britney.
Justin passed out on the spot and JC swayed side to side as
his legs gave way quite a bit.
"Lance....don't. Please. I'm sorry. I screwed up."
Lance looked at JC for a minute and then held up a computer
printout of his investment portfolio, now empty as well as
his bank account balance, equally empty.
JC fell to his knees and wailed. "Baby....please...PLEASE!
I'm begging you....No more! I'm sorry!"
JC looked up as two cars pulled into the driveway, and Joey
and Chris stepped out.
"No....please! No!" JC cried.
Joey and Chris walked over to JC and looked down at him and
Justin and shook their heads.
"What the fuck were you thinking, C?" Joey demanded.
"We thought you loved Lance!"
Chris, standing behind Joey, nodded.
"I do! I DO!" JC wailed.
"So you fucked JuJu?!?!" Chris spat, pointing to
Justin, who was now coming to.
JC shrugged. "He was lonely. He said he needed me...That
it was only temporary..."
Chris shook his head. "Bullshit! You're the reason they
broke up! He wanted you!"
The door to the second car shut and Britney stepped out and
over to where the men stood.
"I didn't realize you'd stab your own friend in the
back to get his lover." Britney said as she stood over
Justin, who looked like he was ready to throw up and then
cry.
Lance opened the door and walked outside to stand beside
Britney, handing her a sheath of papers.
Justin's eyes widened and he croaked, "w-wh-what are
those?"
"Records of all the money you used to have....that you
don't have anymore. We've seen to it that you're both broke!"
JC scrambled up. "Wait Please! I'll do anything. I didn't
mean to hurt you! Please!"
Lance looked down and sighed. "Anything?"
JC nodded, and Justin cried, "Pinky...I'll do anything
to get you back."
Britney shook her head. "You screwed around on me.....with
a GUY, Justin. I don't know if I can forgive that."
"It wasn't a guy, it was JC." Justin said, pleading.
"HEY!" JC said hotly, "What the hell does
that mean?!?"
Justin shrugged, "Well...I fucked you. It's not like
you knocked a piece offa me! You were just an easy hole."
JC's eyes closed to slits. "Well to hell with you, Justin!
It wasn't all that, just so you know! It wasn't even in the
top 10. If you were maybe a little better hung like Lance,
it might have been something to talk about."
Justin's eyes widened, "But...you said it was the best."
JC sneered, "Yep...and you believed it. You poor sap.
I bet she says that to you, too."
Justin's eyes filled with tears and he looked at Britney.
"Pinky....." Britney smiled, shaking her head and
looking away.
Lance turned to Britney and smiled, "I think we're done
here. They've squashed each other's ego's without our help
at all."
JC's eyes widened, "Then you'll take me back?"
Lance looked over at JC contemptuously. "You'll be sleeping
on the dogbed in the garage...for the next week. Then another
month on the sofa...then I might consider letting you sleep
on the floor in my bedroom. The bed's looking like some time
around next year.
JC's eyes widened and it seemed like, for a second, that
he would protest, but then he came to his senses and graciously
accepted the offer, kissing Lance's feet.
"That's fine, baby. Whatever you say."
Justin looked up at Britney, "Take me back, please?"
Britney snorted down at Justin. "Get in the car. We'll
stop at Petsmart and look for a dogbed for you to sleep on
for the next few months, too!"
Justin got up and, head down, trudged off behind Britney.
JC got up and followed Lance inside the house, stunned as
he saw his menu collection destroyed and his picture cut out
of all the photo albums.
"Oh Lance. Look at..."
Lance looked at JC hard for a second, and JC began to sweat.
"Look at what, JC?"
JC gulped. "Look at...the time, I better be hittin the
old.....dogbed."
Lance smiled and watched JC head out to the garage and wondered
how long his resolve would last to see JC sleeping on that
dogbed.
Lance looked up at the video screen as Justin porked JC over
and over and he felt his resolve strengthen to something akin
to titanium. JC had a long way to go to make up with him,
a long, long way.
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