"The wedding song," Lance says and licks his lips. Justin doesn't know what he's talking about and doesn't think he wants to hear. He passes Lance another shot glass, tips the bottle a little to fill it. Lance isn't drunk enough yet, there'll be girls later.

Lance downs his shot. He has to be here, Justin insisted. It's all Lance's fault, really, that he and Britney are over. Really. Some people, including Lance, would argue that Lance just happened to the boy in Justin's bed when Britney decided that an open relationship didn't extend to actually seeing her boyfriend explore that openness. Justin disagrees. Justin has another shot but he doesn't need it. Lance does. Designated party pal.

"The Wedding Song by Bob Dylan," Lance says and downs another shot. He knows he needs to be good and drunk for the rest of this evening. There will be girls.

Justin says, "What are you talking about?"

"He wrote this song, this wedding song and the very next year he's divorced. The very next album is all bitter, Blood on the Tracks." Lance looks over at Justin and raises an eyebrow. "You do know who Bob Dylan is, right?"

Justin snorts and pours Lance another shot. "I know who Bob Dylan is. I even know the damn song. Do you?"

"I even know who is Yoko Ono is," Lance says with a smirk. "I don't know the song, actually. Stacy was at a wedding this weekend and she told me. She told me that song was the song for the bride and groom's first dance and then someone at the reception was saying that really, the song was kinda ironic. Because he wrote it, or whatever, and then he got divorced."

"It's always like that. People always declare they're in love for fucking ever right before they break up." Justin passes Lance another shot and Lance waves it away. "Girls, Lance, you know how you feel about them." Lance stands up and grabs Justin's elbow, hauling him up.

"I know how I feel about girls, Justin, and I'm plenty drunk. Let's go."

*

In the limo home, Lance wipes whipped cream off his mouth, licks his fingers.

Lance is hard and Justin watches Lance adjust himself. Lance has a big dick, Justin knows. Justin is just staring at Lance's crotch, unashamed, even as Lance moves his hands behind his head.

Justin's slept with more guys than Lance, because Lance gets into relationships and only gets laid in volume between boyfriends. Justin was in a really long relationship but she said sleeping with boys was okay. Contrary to what Britney now thinks, he has not slept with everyone in the group and all of the Backstreet Boys. Just Nick, and he's never convinced Joey to try a swing on the other side. And Justin knows himself, he loves and adores Lance's big dick.

Lance looks at him and rolls his eyes.

Justin says, "Wedding Song, the one by Bob Dylan. Remember last year when I was convinced Britney and I would get married?" Lance nods, his expression guarded. Lance still likes Britney. Justin says, "I wanted that song to be the one they played for our first dance. Like Stacy was saying."

Lance shrugs. "I don't know the song."

Justin starts to say the lyrics, but he can't just say lyrics. He sings the song, start to finish. Lance looks thoughtful. He adjusts himself again and Justin goes back to looking at Lance's crotch.

Lance says, "It's not such a good wedding song, I think. I wouldn't want it."

Justin puts his hand on Lance's crotch, starts pressing, just a little. Justin rests his head against the back of the seat. He's watching his hand, rubbing the fabric, hot from underneath. Justin says, "Why wouldn't you want it? It's a beautiful song."

Lance shudders and his head tilts back. Justin knows how to do this. His hand is rubbing up and down, slowly. Lance inhales and says, "It's nice. It is. But, it's not right for a wedding. It's all I love you this much and weddings, you need something else. Forever is about more than just passion." Lance clenches his jaw and then says, "Fuck, Justin, just do something, stop with the tease."

Justin grins and takes his hand away. "Forever is about more than just passion?"

Lance opens his eyes and turns his head to glare at Justin. "It sure fucking is." Lance reaches down and undoes his belt. "If you're not gonna, after that --"

Justin laughs. He makes sure the privacy screen is up and gets down on his knees in front of Lance. Lance says, "God," all pissed off and leans his head back again.

Justin opens Lance's pants and says, "Tell me what a wedding song should be."

Lance says, "Now?" Justin leans forward and starts shoving aside Lance's pants to get to his lovely big dick. He stops right before he touches it. Lance says, "Now, I take it. I think," and Lance stops because Justin has his mouth on Lance's dick. Lance breathes deeply for a second and his hands twitch on his thighs. "Okay," he says, breathing more than he should, "Weddings are about commitments, and forever, right? And it's not just love. Love doesn't get you very far." Lance shudders again and he's started thrusting a little.

Justin's mouth stretches and he sucks because it's so good. Warm, hot. He knows how to do this, too, he concentrates and swallows and pushes forward. His nose is up against Lance's stomach, the back of his hands are being scraped by the zipper on Lance's pants. Justin would grin but he's hard, he's so turned on by every breath Lance takes and the way he can feel it.

Lance has stopped talking, he's just panting. He groans and comes. Justin licks Lance clean and pats him as dry as he can with the cuffs of his shirt. Lance rubs his eyes. He starts to push Justin away but Justin bats at his hands and zips Lance up. Lance looks down at Justin and smirks. Justin knows how he looks right now, he's seen before, his mouth red and stretched and his face flushed and lips wet.

Justin licks his lips and says, "Love doesn't get you far?"

Lance laughs. Justin gets up and sits next to Lance again. Lance rubs Justin's knee and says, "What about you?"

Justin waves Lance's hand away. "Take care of me back at the hotel. I wanna hear about how you don't like my choice for a wedding song."

"It's just. I love you, I love you, I love you, anyone can say that. But you know, on my wedding day I'd wanna hear," Lance pauses. "When times are bad, I wouldn't give up. When times are easy, I would make sure you appreciate them. I would listen, I would forgive, I would ask for forgiveness, I would. I would tell you things, I would do the work. It's not just pretty words and metaphors and love." Lance says softly, "I would do that for you."

Justin rubs his dick, he's so hard. He's an idiot to have said he would wait. Justin rubs against Lance and says, "Is that a song?"

Lance snorts. "Nope, just me. So definitely not a song."

Justin laughs and rubs harder against Lance's hip. "You're a song to me."

"Which one, Justin?" Lance puts his hand between them and presses against Justin's dick. It's really really nice. He pushes back and he's all wedged on his side in the back seat but Lance is really warm. And he has those lovely hands, and one of them is moving over and over again and Justin really likes that. Lance stops and says, "Which song?"

Justin bites his lip. "You're drunk."

"So're you." Lance brings his hand up and away from Justin's crotch and shuffles a little over in his seat.

"God, what's with you?" Justin looks over at Lance, and he's flushed, right, from the blowjob and the booze. And pissed. Justin doesn't want to deal with this, fuck, doesn't he have enough shit in his life. Now Lance gets all pissy. A song. Fuck. Justin shakes his head and moves as fast as he can, straddling Lance. "A song. You know what song you are to me?"

Lance doesn't push him off, so Justin's happy again. And he loves the way Lance's thighs tremble a little under him. Lance says, "I don't know, Justin, 'Oops I did it again'?"

Justin rolls his eyes. "Shut the fuck up." Justin watches Lance. He runs his hands down Lance's face, just a little stubble a soft scratch against his palms. Justin starts singing, "When I get that feeling I want sexual healing ..."

Lance winces and says, "Yeah, that's what I thought." He shakes his head and grips Justin's waist. "Let me know if you ever change your mind about that, okay?" Lance kisses Justin hard and has his hand in Justin's pants before Justin can inhale. Lance jerks him off right there and Justin comes over both of them. Justin can't breathe, it's so nice to get off, and he rests his head against Lance's shoulder. Lance says, "Get off me."

Justin doesn't move. "Come on, I get it, you're insulted. I'll think of a better one later."

Lance sighs. He says okay and then they're at the hotel. In the elevator with their shirts untucked to cover the stains, Justin leans against Lance and sings The Wedding Song in his ear. He sings, 'The tune that is yours and mine to play upon this earth, we'll play it out the best we know, whatever it is worth. What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood, but happiness to me is you and I love you more than blood.'

THE END.

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