Schitzo
Copyright April 4th, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Lance Bass/Joey Fatone
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise *NSYNC are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashers. It's probably also for Steph.
Wherein Joey talks, Lance talks, Joey talks...
Notice: Everybody writes JoLa, everybody loves JoLa, come on and feel the Lancelove. Well, I've been standing over here minding my own business, but Sweet Steph is a Lancelover and a JoLa person, and she's been hinting that she might appreciate reading some JoLa if I ever write some. Well, I wrote some, and it wasn't quite what she'd been hoping for, since Joey's being cruel to Lance. So. Shall I try again?
"Joey."
"Lancesten."
"Josephine."
"James."
"Anthony."
"Mr. Bass."
"Joey, what?"
"What?"
"You wanted something."
"No, I didn't."
"Then why are you saying my name?"
"You said 'Joey,' and I-"
"You said my name first."
"Why?"
"Joey!"
"See?"
"Hey, Joe."
"You got a minute?"
"Not really. Why?"
"Ah, nothing."
"Joey, if-"
"No, it's nothing. I'll talk to you later."
"Joey..."
"With what?"
"This...this thing."
"What thing? The bus? The tour?"
"The, the thing I'm doing."
"You're always ahead on 'Space Cowboy.'"
"No, I mean..."
"Am I okay that you're bisexual?"
"Yeah. That. That's okay, right, you're not, you don't hate me now. We're friends. Brothers."
"Joey. We are."
"Right."
"It's okay with me. Whoever you are. I'm happy to know you."
"'Cause I love you, man."
"That's right."
"It's weird."
"What is?"
"I thought it would be different now. That we'd be different. That you'd treat me, that I'd feel, but..."
"Joey?"
"I didn't think you'd let me hug you anymore."
"See how wrong you were?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not afraid of you, Joey. You're the same Joey you always have been. You just understand yourself a little better now."
"Do you understand me a little better now?"
"Joey, I've never understood
you. At all."
"About what?"
"Kissing guys."
"Joey. Do I look like someone who thinks about kissing guys?"
"Can I answer that? Sorry. Don't get the nasty face on. I think about kissing guys."
"That's nice, Joey."
"Take Chris."
"That's okay, you can have him."
"He's got the facial hair, so that might not be good."
"Joey, you have facial hair, and you kiss people all of the time."
"You think I should shave?"
"No, Joey, leave it. It looks good."
"Oh. Thanks."
"Any time."
"There's Justin. He has a good mouth."
"The pouty lips."
"You noticed."
"We've met."
"Lance is checking out Justin. Lance is checking out Justin. Stop glaring at me. There's JC."
"What about him?"
"I can't think about kissing him."
"Why not? He's good-looking."
"When I think about kissing him, it's hard to think about...just kissing."
"Ah."
"Don't 'ah' me."
"Ah."
"You're so immature."
"Yes, immaturity is widely known to be my strongest characteristic."
"Then there's you."
"Here I am."
"Can you stop doing paperwork and look at me?"
"I've seen you before. Joe, don't get your dirty fingers all over my face. Here. I'm looking at you."
"I could kiss you."
"Joe."
"Lance."
"Joey."
"Lancesten."
"Joey, no. I'm serious. Joey, no, don't, you're going to, I-"
"Mmm."
"Joey."
"Mmm. Damn, Lance."
"Oh..."
"I think I like being bi."
"I think I need some water. A tall, cool glass of water."
"To dump on me? To rinse out your mouth?"
"To pour down the front of
my pants."