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And of course, even though I'm blocked on everything else, I can write JuLa.
*sighs

Moment by Moment

He couldn't stop touching. He had to stroke and pet and kiss every inch of Lance's skin, as though he was afraid that Lance would vanish.

He was, of course. Lance was probably going to go away, and God, Justin was going to miss him so fucking much. And he had to get in his touches now, because he wouldn't be able to do this after the tour was over and Lance was in Russia. He wouldn't be able to visit Lance alone, not after breaking up with Britney. It just wouldn't look right and fuck, he was tired of pretending.

God, Lance was so warm and he was going to miss this so much.

"Fuck." The word slipped out, harsh against Lance's soft panting. Lance stilled and then pulled Justin up, kissing him firmly, possessively. Lance pulled away slightly, looking straight into Justin's eyes.

"Don't worry about it." Lance's voice was soft and reassuring and Justin leaned forward the slightest bit to place a thankful kiss on Lance's lips.

"Love you so fucking much." And his voice was still broken, the words almost getting lost against Lance's mouth.

And he lost himself in Lance again.

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