"No fucking way, Lance!" Chris hissed.

"C'mon, it's perfectly safe. I promise. Nothing bad will happen," wheedled Lance.

"That's not a promise anyone can keep, dude."

"Okay, then. I promise that I've gone on millions of Ferris wheels, as have millions of other people, and bad things just don't happen on them. If it was the freefall ride, well, that I could understand. But this just goes round and round in a circle. You can see all the lights of the park. It's pretty. Please? Please?"

Chris rubbed his eyes. "I'm not purposely trying to be a prick about this, but you know about my phobia. Why would I willingly put myself in a situation where something's going to trigger it?"

"Because you love me. And you can't say no to me. Especially when you know in your heart of hearts that you'll be perfectly safe."

Chris crossed his arms over his chest. "I can't say no to you? Since when?"

Lance leaned closer and whispered, "Since you let me put my dick in your ass." Then he grinned his nasty grin that he saved only for Chris.

"Aw, fuck. You play dirty."

"And I'll let you play dirty with me when we get back to the hotel...if you go on the Ferris wheel."

"Are you blackmailing me here?"

Lance tried to look innocent. "That's such an unpleasant word. I prefer to call it providing incentive. I'll even let you bottom."

"Every day for a week?"

"You drive a hard bargain, Kirkpatrick. It's a deal, but only if you promise not to complain at all when your ass is killing you and you have to get on stage."

"Deal." And he started singing "Hurts so Good" under his breath as Lance dragged him toward the line for the ferris wheel.

Five minutes later Chris wasn't so relaxed. He white-knuckled the bar of their chair as they lurched forward, and Lance could hear him muttering, "Bottom. I get to bottom. Bottom. I get to bottom."

"You're such a pussy, man," Lance laughed.

"Laugh away, assface. Go ahead. We'll see who's laughing when I puke all over you and you have to top anyway," Chris gritted out.

Lance stopped smiling, small worry lines appearing on his brow. "You're okay, right?"

"Okay is relative. Compared to some poor homeless fucker starving in Africa, I'm great. Still, I'm not sure the heart attack I feel coming on is going to be such a treat."

"You're such a liar."

"We'll see when I'm lying on my deathbed and you're sobbing away, begging me not to leave you."

"Well, if you're capable of being a sarcastic motherfucker then you're not in any mortal danger."

"Damn, you know all my tricks."

"Yup, and then some. In fact, I know a great trick for distracting you from your phobia."

"Yeah?"

Lance slipped his hand behind the safety bar into Chris' lap and began to stroke him gently.

Chris slid his hips forward on the seat, then looked around worriedly. "Lance, man, as much as this feels like a good idea, maybe it's not such a good idea. Someone might see."

"No one can see," Lance reassured as he worked Chris' button and zipper open and eased his hand inside. "We're high enough off the ground that the sides of the seat and the footrest block anyone's view of my hand."

"How can you be so sure?" Chris moaned as he arched into Lance's fist.

"Let's just say I'm very observant, and I'll deny casing out the situation from the ground and any past experience," Lance replied.

"Uh huh," Chris grunted. "Don't think I won't remember to grill you about that later."

"What makes you think you'll be able to get an answer out of me?"

"Wait a second," Chris stopped moving. "You cased from the ground? You planned this?"

"We're living out one of my fantasies, baby. Top of the Ferris wheel, all the pretty lights of the fair glittering below us, and you groaning next to me. If I could figure out a way to ride you up here without risking both our safety, I'd be on you so fast, your head would be spinning," Lance purred.

Chris started rocking into Lance's hand again. "Oh, my head's spinning, believe me."

"You feeling better?"

"Almost. Just another minute or two. You're so damn good at this."

"If I was doing it right, you'd be speechless, so why don't we stop for a sec for you to appreciate the beauty around you." Lance stopped stroking, but left his hand loosely circling Chris.

Chris looked around quickly, "It's beautiful. There, I appreciated, now move." Chris froze, "Wait, why did we stop?"

"Relax. They're just loading more people on." Lance calmed him, resuming his hand motion.

"Mmm." Chris closed his eyes and thrust up, trying to get more friction. He didn't even notice when they started to move down.

"Chris?"

"What?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Good, so you won't kill me when I tell you that I have to stop now because people will be able to see us in a sec."

"What?!?" Chris' eyes flew open as Lance's hand slipped away. He scrambled to tuck himself back in and refasten his pants when he saw how close to the ground they were. "You fucker! You're so going to pay for this!"

Less than a minute later they were back at the bottom of the circle. Lance jumped out and started to run as soon as the safety bar released. Chris chased after him, grateful that the action would hide his erection and hopefully make it go away before he had to stop, even though running with it slowed him down. And kind of hurt.

Lance was dead meat.

~end~