JuLa Snippets
Nov. 9th, 2001 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
butterflyOr me trying to write something and get used to using Justin and Lance's voices.
Lance had spent most of the past few months hating the Backstreet Boys. Mostly just Howie. Well, the truth was that he didn't really hate Howie. Or any of the other guys.
He hated Justin. Justin, with his perfect body and perfect girlfriend and perfect life. Justin, who was so fucking normal, even with the life that he had. Justin, who was his friend. Just his friend.
Fucking Backstreet Boys. Fucking Howie. Stupid fucking song that kept playing in his head. He couldn't even remember most of the lyrics so it was even more annoying than it might have been.
The ones that he could remember fit so perfect. "I hear your voice and I start to tremble..."
And he wasn't sure when this awareness of Justin had started. He hadn't even realized how he felt until he'd heard that song. And now it was stuck in his head, Yoda-eske sentence and all.
Lance's lips were soft and supple, parting easily, as though he'd been expecting the kiss. Maybe he had been, but Justin hadn't. He hadn't anticipated leaning forward and pressing them against Lance's but now that he was kissing Lance, he wasn't sure that he could ever stop. His tongue darted out, licking the inside of Lance's lips, not daring to go further, not yet.
He hadn't remembered closing his eyes, but somehow they were. He was almost afraid to open them, to pull away. He'd been dreaming about this, wondering if could ever happen and now that it was, he was scared to move in case it was just a dream.
Lance had spent most of the past few months hating the Backstreet Boys. Mostly just Howie. Well, the truth was that he didn't really hate Howie. Or any of the other guys.
He hated Justin. Justin, with his perfect body and perfect girlfriend and perfect life. Justin, who was so fucking normal, even with the life that he had. Justin, who was his friend. Just his friend.
Fucking Backstreet Boys. Fucking Howie. Stupid fucking song that kept playing in his head. He couldn't even remember most of the lyrics so it was even more annoying than it might have been.
The ones that he could remember fit so perfect. "I hear your voice and I start to tremble..."
And he wasn't sure when this awareness of Justin had started. He hadn't even realized how he felt until he'd heard that song. And now it was stuck in his head, Yoda-eske sentence and all.
Lance's lips were soft and supple, parting easily, as though he'd been expecting the kiss. Maybe he had been, but Justin hadn't. He hadn't anticipated leaning forward and pressing them against Lance's but now that he was kissing Lance, he wasn't sure that he could ever stop. His tongue darted out, licking the inside of Lance's lips, not daring to go further, not yet.
He hadn't remembered closing his eyes, but somehow they were. He was almost afraid to open them, to pull away. He'd been dreaming about this, wondering if could ever happen and now that it was, he was scared to move in case it was just a dream.
