Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2001 00:29:11 -0500 From: Sprout Subject: This-Gift-9 *******************************Author's Notes********************************** You know, I'm not even gonna try and explain why I didn't get this out sooner. There's just no point at all to defend my laziness. So, I didn't get this out sooner cause I didn't get this out sooner. Point finale. First off lemme just say that this one is obviously shorter than the others. It's getting hard to write with such little time, so it's quite miraculous that this chapter is out like this. So, just be happy with it, k? I gotta say *THANK YOU* to MH, cause if it weren't for him, you wouldn't be reading this story in a legible format. I owe him a lot, and I can never express all my gratitude towards him. You're the bestest! (And you know I mean it!) And thanks for the idea, I LOVE it, and congrats on the job, I'm proud of you! I want to say thank you to Ice A.K.A. Jordan, who's decided to give me a little space on her site to host my story. It's such an honour to have my work hosted on the same site as her stories. Can ya tell I'm her #1 fan? So anyways sexy, thank you, for giving me the space, and for putting up with that long-ass html coding that needs to be done to each and every chapter. It means a lot. You can GIVE MY SECTION A PEEP on her site at: http://www.envy.nu/coldasice/sprout.html or CHECK OUT HER PAGE, you won't be disappointed: http://www.envy.nu/coldasice/welcome.html I gotta give mention to a story Kevin & Justin, written by Pete. I fell upon it by having the same editor (go figure), and can't get enough of it. C'mon Boo, it's been *FOREVER*, when's the next chapter coming out? I just wanted to thank the *FOUR* people who gave me some feedback on my last instalment, sorry I can't name names off the top of my head, but thank you anyways. Mama, you were the first to say anything 'bout it, thanks. (How sad is that, four people? One of them being my mama. Could that be why I ain't getting' 'em out faster, no motivation??) Sad to say, yes it's true Drew married. He's finally tied the knot with his high school sweetheart Lea. Though it shatters my dreams of him being gay, I know (in my dreams) that he's at least bi. I wish them both the best of luck, and hope their relationship remains strong through the trials and tribulations that will be set forth. CONGRATS DREW! (Yeah, like he's even reading this.) You know the rules... don't read if you ain't allowed, this is fake, my fantasies... yeah, there. Enjoy and write me: bigdaddycool_0813@hotmail.com Drew ***********************THIS GIFT - Last Time********************************* The taxi pulled up outside of the Eiffel Tower. Drew paid the driver and pulled me - along with his monkey - out of the taxi. "The tower's closed, but I asked for a favour." With that Drew once again led me by the hand up steps and up the tower. Once we reached the utmost spot, Drew stopped and pulled me to the edge to look out over Paris. "It's beautiful." I said somewhat breathlessly. "It's perfect." Drew said, turning to look at me. "Yeah, that too." I agreed. "No, it's perfect for this..." "For what?" I cut him off. Drew pulled a box out of his pocket, and knelt on one knee; the typical proposal position 'What is he doing? No, please Drew, don't be proposing to me. I can't... I love you... I don't even know your family yet.' All these thoughts rushed through my mind as Drew pulled a ring from the box. Grabbing my right hand he began to slide the ring onto my finger. "Andrew... ***********************THIS GIFT - Chapter 9********************************* "Arrętez-vous!" A beam of light from a flashlight was shone irritably in our faces, blinding us from whomever stood on the other side. "What?" Drew asked, certainly unclear of what our intruder wanted. "Mets tes mains dans l'air!" By this point it was clear -- at least to me -- that it was a police officer. Slowly, I raised my hands in the air earning a confused look from Drew. "Just put your hands in the air, Drew." I whispered. "What? Why?" "Because that's what he wants us to do." I explained rather clearly. "So you're just going to go and do whatever anybody asks you to do? No fuckin' way!" Drew got off his knee, sliding the ring box back into his pocket. Unsure of Drew's intentions, the police officer started to scream commands to Drew in French, which naturally did no good since Drew didn't understand much of it. Drew began to approach the officer slowly, determined to protect me from this stranger, unaware as to who it was. My pleas for Drew to just put his hands in the air and remain calm went unheard as he tried to close the distance between them. The officer, now fearing an attack, fired a warning shot with his pistol. "Drew get the *fuck* back here now!" I screamed. "Oh hells no! He's trying to kill us!" Drew pounced forward in attempt to grab hold of the gun. The flashlight fell and the light bulb blew as it made contact with the floor, leaving the moon as our only light source. I began to beg Drew to come back to my side; that everything would work out it was just a misunderstanding. There were some muffled sounds, some panting, flesh hitting flesh, and then another shot. Silence. Everything stood still. The only sound I could hear was the distant sound of cars driving by somewhere down below. "Drew?" I asked, desperately wanting a response and fearing I'd get none. My fears came to life as I could only hear the officer on his radio calling for backup. Not long afterwards, three other officers had made their way to where we stood taking in the scene. Once their light was shone on Drew, my mind clouded over with misery and I flew over to his side in an instant. The officers had radioed for an ambulance, and began asking me why we had been there, explaining how it was not public property and was closed for the time being. Trying really hard to concentrate, I explained in French how Drew had arranged to use this space for some time tonight; that all this drama was just a big misunderstanding. The ambulance arrived and within minutes we were being escorted to the hospital. Once there, Drew was ushered to the emergency room to be treated. I was left to wait in the waiting room full of people with Drew's monkey. The looks I was getting began to make me feel very awkward. There I was, a grown man sitting in the waiting room, holding onto a giant plush toy. 'Yeah, you look really mature Andrew, really mature.' I thought, surprising myself at the use of my full name. Twenty minutes later, a nurse came forward and began explaining to me in broken English how Drew was fine, that the bullet hadn't hit any vital organs and that he just needed to get some rest, relax a bit. A wave of relief flooded over me. She told me they preferred it if Drew stayed the night, then catch the next flight home and get checked up by his doctor; someone who was familiar with his body. While she led me to his room, I grew increasingly nervous. I hate Hospitals -- if that wasn't clear already. The walk seemed to take forever as I passed diseased person after diseased person. Just thinking that I could catch a deadly virus irked me. I knew it was highly unlikely, but still there was always the possibility. Finally, she pointed to a door, "That one is his." I thanked her and walked slowly towards it. Feeling the need to, I knocked on the door silently. Not getting a response, I slowly cracked the door and peeked in. Sure enough there was my sleeping beauty looking finer than ever with his bed head. Pulling the monkey by one arm, I dragged it into the room and silently closed the door behind me. The nurses must've been prepared for me since there was a chair already pulled up alongside his bed. Afraid to wake him, I slid ever-so-slowly into the chair, unable to remove him from my gaze. He was fine; he'd be alright. He was shot. Shot because of me; he'd be fine. Looking towards the ceiling, I grabbed his hand in mine and said a silent prayer of thanks. I wouldn't have been able to deal with losing him; thankfully I hadn't. Just as I had finished up the prayer he began to stir from his slumber. "D?" he asked with his sexy just-got-up voice. "Yeah sweetie, it's me. I'm here. Get some rest." "I was so scared. I thought I was dead." His voice was thick with emotion. I hated to do it, but I had to admit the truth, "So did I, but you didn't... and you're gonna be fine." "What happened?" "The guy with the flashlight, you remember him?" Drew nodded the affirmative, "Well, he was a police officer. He was doin' a check-up on the building when he came across us. He was just trying to ask us what we were doing there, and then you jumped him, so he shot. He didn't speak English, so he didn't understand any of what you were saying. "After he shot you, he called for backup and an ambulance. Then he asked me what we were doing there, and I explained to them how you had made arrangements. God, they feel so bad for this whole thing. They've decided to forget it, even drop the assault on an officer charge if you don't sue and they'll pay for our air fare back home." "But I already..." Drew yawned, "...paid for it." "We're gonna miss it; you have to stay the night. Get some rest, I'll be right here." "I love you Andrew." That sound, those four words coming from his exhausted body, was the most beautiful sound in the world. He didn't even have the strength to argue that we could've traded our tickets in for a later flight. Leaning forward, I kissed his forehead, "I love you, too." I slid back into my seat, staring at the angelic form before me. 'He's lying here in this bed because of you. He was willing to risk his life because of you. He's constantly showing you his love. Lea's right -- everyone else can see it but she's also wrong cause I can see it too. I can, really, I can.' Closing my eyes, I drifted into an uncomfortable sleep. Drew and I were supposed to leave should everything be fine in the morning. 'God, let everything be fine in the morning.' -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- An annoying continuous beep and people yelling orders made me bolt up from my sleep. As my eyes began to focus, I noticed nurses and doctors surrounding Drew, yelling orders here and there. I immediately began to think the worse. I knew that beep, the beep of a flat line. Just as the tears threatened to fall down my cheeks, I heard Drew's voice finally overpowering those of the medical staff. "I'm fine! God! I'm fine!" His tone suggested that of a frustrated and tired person. It was perfectly understandable; he was trying to talk with the doctors yet all they were worried about was his well being. As the nurses began to disperse I finally relaxed enough to analyse a few things. Looking towards the window, I realised that the sun had risen and it was now morning. Turning my gaze from the window onto Drew, I realised that he was sitting upright in his bed, perfectly fine. Well maybe not perfectly considering he did have a hole in his abdomen, but he was fine and that's all the reassurance I needed. Becoming aware of the conversation going on between Drew and the doctor, I learned that Drew had pulled the tubes from his arms, and the pulse indicators from him body. That explained the flat line, and all the chaos that caused me to bolt awake. Calmed now that I knew that Drew was alright, I began to feel the pain in my neck and lower back -- a chair definitely wasn't the most comfortable bed, no matter how much padding there was. As the doctor left, I began to rub my neck trying to work out the kinks when Drew snapped me back to attention by asking me to sit on the edge of the bed. Sitting in between his thighs with my back towards his chest, he began to massage my neck with an almost orgasmic knowledge about it. His moist lips soon replaced his hands, which were soon replaced by his tongue. It felt incredible, though there was just *no* way we're we going to get it on in a hospital. It's just not the place to do anything slightly erotic. Reluctantly, I pulled from his kiss, though just in time for the doctor to walk in with the release forms. Thankfully, since Drew didn't understand French, they had them all filled out and only required his signature. He quickly signed them and was ready to run out the door but couldn't, not before the doctor explained he absolutely needed to have the wound checked out again by the end of the week. Grabbing my hand and his monkey, he pulled me out the door and headed down to the lobby to grab a taxi. Getting the taxi was easy, getting to the airport was easy, finding the right line-up to claim our reservation was easy, explaining our reservation was the hard part. Of course we just had to end up with a trainee who couldn't speak English with the exception of the word 'No.' After Drew tried repeatedly to get his point across, I tried in French. Don't get me wrong, I know French and all, but Canadian French varies from Parisian French so she wasn't getting the whole message. It was frustrating as hell. Fifteen minutes later she decided she should call for someone who would understand us, all we had to do was wait for them to show up. In the meantime, she took other customers that were in line leaving us off to the side while we waited for our English-speaking saviour. "All I wanted was for us to have a good time away from everything. Just you and I, and look what happens." Drew said with an irritable sigh. "I *did* have a good time. Honestly, I did. Until... well you know." Afraid that someone would recognise him, being in an international airport and all, I kept my distance though all I really wanted was to kiss him at that moment -- he always looks so cute when he's frustrated and just wants to get his way. Finally our saviour arrived and began to ask the trainee what the problem was. After he was briefed, he walked towards us with nothing but smiles and apologies. "Gentlemen, I'm so sorry for any inconveniences this has caused you. As you probably could tell she's new to this job and doesn't really understand English well." "I think that much is obvious." Drew rolled his eyes. I guess Drew had seen it all, the apologies and such and knew they were lying through their teeth. This man didn't really give a shit about having us wait. If he did he would have been here to help us five minutes after she called instead of making us wait forever. "Can I have your names for the reservations and we'll get you on your way as soon as possible." The man picked up on the tension in the air and thought it best to just make us happy by getting us home, now! "It'll be under either Drew Lachey, or Drew Paquette." Drew explained. "Paquette? And you can't speak French? How odd." Oh man, he should've just taken the names and left while the going was good. Drew was already frustrated from not being understood, annoyed for having to wait, and just wanted to get back to Canada sometime this week. "Excuse me? Who are you to start throwing accusations at him. You don't know him. Don't start judging him. He *can* speak French. He *tried* to explain the situation to that fucking clueless lady over there behind the counter. It ain't his fault that she don't understand shit!" he voice began to rise with each sentence. "So before you go and start assuming any more things, I suggest you get over there to that computer, check for our reservation and let us get on our damn plane! Is that so hard to do? What the hell do they pay you for anyway?" The man had left in the middle of Drew's onslaught to get our tickets. At that point I was sure he would've given us tickets just to get us out of his face. Within minutes he returned, two tickets in hand. "You were right, there was a reservation for a Mr. Lachey and his 'significant other' made late last night. Again, I'm sorry for any inconvenience, I hope you have a safe trip." With that he handed over our tickets which Drew snatched out of his hand. Glancing at the tickets, Drew learned that our plane was scheduled to leave in ten minutes. It just so happened we were on the complete opposite side of the airport. Grabbing his monkey once again and leading me by the hand, we bolted across the airport shoving people and dodging obstacles. There was just *no* way we were going to miss this plane. We *just* made it in time; the stewardess was beginning to close to door as she saw us running up the ramp. She was really sweet about the whole thing too, she even escorted us to our seats -- probably just so we'd get there faster. Sitting down, I sighed. "Here we go again... we're gonna die, I just know it." I said, fear evident in my voice. "Sweetie, we're not gonna die. You really need to fly more often." He tried to soothe me by rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. "We'll be ok." I decided the best thing to try to do was sleep. I didn't get much the night before and if I was sleeping I wouldn't have to worry. I closed my eyes while an instant calm came over me. Drew, being the sweetheart that he always is, asked a stewardess walking by for a blanket to cover me up -- most probably so he could hold my hand without prying eyes being able to see. It didn't take long before my tiredness took over my body, leaving me in a peaceful slumber. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Get up... c'mon! Andrew, get up!" Drew was nudging my sides, trying to wake me so we could disembark the plane. "We're here? Already?" I was confused, I could've sworn I had just closed my eyes. "Yeah, we're here," Drew explained as if I were missing some brain cells. "That's why everyone's getting off the plane." His voice dripped with sarcasm and I swear I just wanted to knock him. "You don't have to be so smart-assed about it." I replied coldly. "Easy tiger! Retract those claws." Drew laughed. "You can have some o.j. when we get back to your place." "Whatever." I stumbled the first couple of steps, but managed to walk off the plane and follow Drew to the pay phone. "Who are you calling?" "Nick," Drew explained, "to come pick us up." "Oh." Drew dialled my number and waited for someone to pick up the phone. He waited some more. Yet even more. "Damn, where is he?" "Are you sure you dialled the right number?" I asked groggily. "Andrew, your number's etched into my brain, sure I'm sure." Just as he was about to hang up the phone, someone had picked up on the other end. "Hello?" Drew's face contorted to a confused demeanour. "Who's this?" I rolled my eyes, "How many people would be at my house? You're not that quick today are you?" Drew covered the mouth piece, "And you're really bitchy today, just stand there and look pretty." I gave Drew a 'pretty-boy' smile and just stood there as he asked. Why I was obeying such an insulting comment, I had no clue -- maybe I was just too damn tired to argue. "Thanks, bye." Drew hung up the phone, turning to me he said, "Lance is coming to pick us up. He should be here in ten." "K." I looked for the nearest bench and grabbed a seat. Drew took up residence beside, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder. I honestly didn't care what rumours transpired over this. I was too tired, and if you could twist this scene -- a tired friend leaning on another friend -- into something else, then you had to have no life at all. It was completely innocent. I dozed off a little, waking only when Drew got up to walk over to meet Lance; my head slammed onto the bench. "OW FUCK!" I yelled. Heads pivoted in my direction, searching for a reason to my outburst. Not finding anything, they soon lost interest in me and went about their business. "What's your problem?" Lance asked. "Dickhead here. Fuck all he's done since I woke up is be smart-assed and mean." I said it in a joking manner, yet there was a certain seriousness to it. "That time of the month I see?" Lance rolled his eyes in my direction, though he was speaking clearly to Drew. Drew nodded, "Every morning is that time of the month, it's nothing really. I'm used to it." "You know, Nick's kinda pissed at you." Lance filled us in. "Why?" I asked, oblivious. "Drew never said he was goin' anywhere. Y'all were supposed to be back in the studios today... that's why he left. Justin got tired of coverin' for your asses." "Shit..." was all Drew could say. I, on the other hand, was somewhat angry. If Drew kept pulling this shit, being with me while he should've been recording, he'd risk his career. Which reminded me of something else, 'Why is Lance still here?' "Lance, when are you recording?" I was curious. How many of these pop stars were putting their careers on hold for me? "Actually, we got some time off. Chris is takin' some time to straighten things out with FuMan Skeeto. I figured that since Nick was leavin', I should stay." I could've been mistaken, but Lance's accent seemed real thick... kind of sexy. 'STOP! Don't think that!' I silently chastised myself. "Oh." I said aloud. "Can we just get home now?" "You two go ahead and wait in the car, I have to go and arrange for a ticket." Drew said ushering us towards the door and placing his monkey's hand in mine. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I didn't care really; as soon as I got in the backseat I planned on closing my eyes and getting some shut-eye. I wasn't staying awake long; Drew could do whatever he wanted. Lance led the way to the rental car -- my van was getting repaired, the damage wasn't too bad -- and I followed sleepily dragging the monkey on the ground. "What's with the stupid monkey anyways?" Lance couldn't help but ask. "It was a prize I won for Drew..." I began. "No need to explain," Lance laughed, "just get in the car." Not needing to be told twice, I allowed Lance to unlock the doors and quickly slipped into the backseat. Using the monkey as a pillow, I curled up and tried to grab a few extra minutes of sleep while we waited for Drew to return. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I must've fallen asleep, for when I awoke we were pulling into my driveway. As the car came to a stop and Lance threw it into park, I opened the door and slowly walked up my walkway to the front door. Placing my keys in the lock, I unlocked the door and walked straight for the couch. Falling back on the couch and cuddling into a throw pillow, I closed my eyes still in attempt to sleep. It must've been from jetlag or from not getting much sleep the night before; I felt dead. Almost like a zombie. Lance and Drew walked in a couple of minutes later, joking and laughing about something, probably my laziness, though I really couldn't tell. "Are ya just gonna lie there all day or are ya gonna join the world of the livin'?" OK, so it wasn't just me, Lance's accent did thicken over the couple of days I hadn't seen him. The combination of me being tired and the sound of his voice was beginning to do things to my body that shouldn't have been happening. "Um... yeah." Was all I managed to say. "Ah, c'mon get up! I don't have much time to stay." Drew informed me. A slow smile crept across my face giving Drew the wrong idea of my thoughts. "Oh, so you want to get rid of me?" he said with insult. "Baby, you know more than anything I don't want you to leave, but at the same time I do. The sooner you leave, the sooner I can see you again." Once he caught on to my logic, a smile crossed his face. Crossing the living room, he knelt before me and kissed the tip of my nose. "Sweetie, whatcha doin' this week?" The smile on his face was completely irresistible. "Nothing, I have time off because of my accident. You know my boss is really lenient when it comes to things like this. Why?" "Because... what would you say if I told you that when I went to buy my ticket, I bought you one too?" Sitting upright rather quickly, I looked into his hazel orbs. Beautiful as always, how did he do it? Everything I saw there said "come with me" and like I said, his smile was completely irresistible. What more could I say? "You're crazy, but I love you. And yes, I'll go with you." He leaned in for yet another kiss completely forgetting Lance was there. As the kiss began to get heated, Lance cleared his throat, causing us to separate. "You know, y'all can do that when I'm *not* in the room." "Why, makes you wanna join?" Drew joked. Glancing at Lance, I noticed a slight blush rise in his face and he refused to answer. 'Does Lance still have a crush on me?' I wondered. Even though I was happy with Drew, I had to admit that the thought of Lance still crushing me was very interesting. Kinda arousing. 'Get that thought out of your head!' With the mood lost, and my tummy grumbling, I headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat and without a doubt, some orange juice. Rummaging in the fridge, I grabbed the orange juice and some fresh fruit. I never kept any fruit in the house, so it was easy to tell somebody else was living with me for the time being. More specifically, a southern gentlemen who was probably taught fruits were a necessity. Washing the blueberries and strawberries, I placed them into a bowl, covered them with sugar and drowned them in milk. As I placed a spoon into the bowl, both Drew and Lance shared looks of disgust at my breakfast. "What?" I asked, amazed they'd be knocking my breakfast without trying it. "You're eating that?" Drew asked. "Why are you gonna ruin the berries like that?" Lance grabbed a seat by me as Drew walked to the cupboard to get himself a glass for some o.j. "You know what..." I trailed off leaving Lance expecting me to say something. When he realised I was staying silent, he opened his mouth to continue showing me his point of view. Without him suspecting a thing, I rammed the spoon into his mouth, forcing him to eat some sugary-milky berries. As I removed the spoon and the berries fell onto his tongue, he let out an orgasmic moan. 'DAYUM!' my mind exclaimed. "Hey, hey, hey!" Drew yelled jokingly. "There'll be none of that behind my back." It surprised me how Drew didn't really care much about the whole situation, though, at the same time made me jealous to think that maybe he had a crush on Lance himself. "None of what?" I questioned. "Getting it on behind my back without inviting me." He winked in my direction as Lance's cheeks flushed red. "My, my Lance. Aren't we a lovely shade of red today?" I joked. "Oh, shuddup." He drawled. I placed my spoon in the bowl of fruit and got up to pour my glass of orange juice. "So, what's the plan for today?" I asked as the phone began to ring. Looking over my shoulder I noticed Drew head towards the phone, picking it up. "Lance?" I got no answer. "Lance?" I still got no answer. "LANCE?!" I turned to see him quietly eating my berries, completely zoned out in his own thoughts. As my last attempt to gather his attention was rather loud, he jumped slightly and looked in my direction. "What... sorry, I zoned for a second." He blushed slightly leaving me curious as to what his thoughts were. "No doubt. The berries can't be *that* good... can they?" I cocked an eyebrow in question. "You know what, I think I like this more than French toast. It does more for me..." he trailed off. "Say what?" I asked. Being the nasty-minded person that I am, I ducked a bit to look under the table. "Lil' Poofu excited, is he?" Immediately Lance's hands rushed to cover his crotch to block my view. "NO, HE IS NOT!" he exclaimed. "Who is not what?" Drew came back into the conversation after just hanging up the phone. "Lance was just telling me..." "How I don't think Justin's gay!" Lance cut me off. "D was sayin' he thinks Justin's gay, I was sayin' he ain't. Yeah." He really didn't sound too convincing. Drew gave Lance a disbelieving look. "O-kay! Anyways, Andrew, we gotta get ready. You're comin' with me, and they just offered me an earlier flight." "I ain't even packed yet or anything. I need to get my clothes together, wash some, call mama, and all that shit." "Don't worry bout the clothes -- you can wear mine. And you can call your mom from the plane." He tried to compromise. "Um, me in *your* clothes? Drew, I love you and all, but you're a little short. Besides you *know* I won't move from my seat in the plane." "Well, you could wear Nick's clothes, and call from wherever you're staying." Lance suggested. It certainly was good enough for Drew. He busily pulled me around the kitchen, gave Lance a quick kiss on the cheek thanking him for the suggestion and pulled me up the stairs to shower. I showered quickly, with Drew continuously rushing me through my morning routine. Drew decided against showering; "It'll take too much time," he explained. "Lance? Can you call a cab for us?" He screamed down the stairs. Lance shouted that he would, so Drew came back to rush me around again. As soon as he thought everything that needed to be done was done, he dragged me down the stairs, threw my shoes at me and told me to put them on. Lance stood in the hallway watching Drew rush me around, just smiling that incredibly sexy smile of his. Hearing a horn honk, Drew looked out the window and realised that the cab was waiting at the curb. He flung the door open throwing a "Later Lance" in Lance's direction and bolted out the door. I embraced Lance in a hug, thanking him for everything. He assured me it was nothing and told me how he was going to be leaving to go back to recording their next album. I thanked him again, as Drew began to pull me away from him. Lance suppressed a laugh. "Drew, you got the tickets?" I asked. "Oh, shit!" He was about to make a mad dash up the stairs, when Lance held them forth for Drew to take. "Thanks", he quickly gave Lance a kiss on the lips, then pulled me to the cab so we could make our way to the airport. Lance stood motionless, shocked, with a slight blush creeping into his cheeks and a chesire grin plastered on his face. All the way there I couldn't shake the image of Drew kissing Lance, and the smile it elicited from Lance each time he had. 'It was only a kiss' I reminded myself. 'Nothing to get worked up about...' Still, I couldn't help the stirring in my groin and the beginnings of an erection from occurring with the thought. 'Drew kissed Lance... and Lance liked it... and *I* liked it...' My thoughts surrounded the image of them kissing as we boarded the plane and I fell asleep in my seat waiting for the plane to take off. TBC...