Eventually, Lance tired of racking his brains and decided to just sit back and wait for whatever wild ride Chris had planned. Whatever it was, Joey was in on it, too, if the pointed glances and giggles he kept shooting Lance's way were any indication.

Lance sat down beside JC in the airport and sighed after Chris had run by and smacked him on the ass for the third time in half an hour. "Jayce, I think I should be fearing for my life."

"You're dating Chris. Of course you should."

"Point taken," Lance grinned, then narrowed his eyes at JC. "You don't happen to have any idea what he's up to, do you?"

"None," replied JC, but looked away too fast to be telling the truth.

"JC, we've known each other forever. I know that you're totally lying."

"I don't know. I swear," JC said, his eyes wide.

"Whatever."

"Look. You'll have fun. It's quite an experience. That's all I'm gonna say."

"JC." Lance sounded dangerous even to himself.

"Gotta go use the rest room before we go," JC said as he practically ran away from Lance.

"Shit," Lance sighed as he watched JC retreat.

"Hey baybee," said Chris taking JC's vacated seat. "Ready to go?"

"Chris, I have never in my life seen you so hyper before a flight. Usually you're off puking your guts out. What did you take?"

Chris shrugged. "I didn't take anything. Not yet, anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lance demanded.

Chris widened his eyes in mock innocence. "Just what I said. I'm just high on life. And I have my meds if I need them. But I'm hoping I won't."

"Why?"

"Nice try, Bass, but you can't break me that easily," Chris laughed as he stood. He extended his hand to Lance, "C'mon. They're ready for us to board."

~

Lance was still trying to recover from the shock of not having to drag Chris onto the plane as he strapped himself in. Chris was beside him looking out the window, humming some cheerful tune that sounded suspiciously like the theme song from Blue's Clues. "You've been spending too much time with Brianna."

"Is there such a thing as too much time with Brianna? I wouldn't let Joey hear his princess' godfather talking like that," Chris admonished.

"Yeah, I heard that!" Joey called out from a couple of rows ahead of them.

"Sorry," Lance replied. "You know I adore Brianna."

The plane took off then and Lance was glad to feel a sense of normalcy when Chris almost tore his hand to shreds while he clung to Lance for dear life.

Half an hour later Justin was plugged into his headphones and JC was dead to the world. Joey was up front, sitting across from the flight attendant, attempting to work the Fatone magic. Lance wasn't really sure why, since it wasn't like Joey was going to see her once they arrived, and there was no place private on the plane. Lance supposed it was just habit. Joey sees a babe. Joey flirts.

He was lost in that thought when Chris leaned over and whispered "Hey, baby" in his ear.

Lance shivered. "What's up, Kirkpatrick? You ever going to let me in on your little plot?"

"Soon."

Lance sighed. "Fine. Until then I'm gonna work, okay?" He grabbed his laptop from the empty seat beside him.

Lance booted up and opened a file. Chris leaned over, resting his chin on Lance's shoulder so he could see the computer screen.

Lance tried to ignore him, but he just couldn't focus on his work with Chris' breath teasing his ear. "For fuck's sake, Chris," he said, turning toward Chris.

Chris laughed, kissed his nose and replied cryptically, "For fuck's sake, exactly."

"Huh?"

Chris unbuckled himself and then Lance, allowing his fingers to brush Lance's crotch as he did so. He leaned over to put the laptop back on the empty seat and tugged Lance to his feet. "C'mon."

Lance had to laugh. "Chris. We're on a plane. There's nowhere to 'c'mon' to."

"Trust me. There most certainly is."

Lance saw the glint in Chris' eye and suddenly everything became clear. "Chris. No way. With all the guys around? Forget it." Then he silently cursed his body for not agreeing with his words.

"And you're supposed to be the pragmatic one. JC is asleep, Justin's tuned out the world, and Joey is off distra- I mean hitting on the stewardess. No one's going to know a thing."

"They all knew about this, didn't they? Ya'll are conspiring against me," Lance accused.

Chris sighed hugely. "Yes, Lance. Everyone is conspiring to get you laid. What horrible friends."

Lance held a small smile. "So, that's it. I should have put it all together. You were horrified that night when I told you I'd never heard of the Mile High Club. You made such a fucking deal out of it I never wanted to play 'I Never' again"

"Well, now's your chance to take one thing off your 'I Never' list. Will you come with me now?"

Lance's laughter rumbled out and he leered, "I always come with you." He took a look back over his shoulder at the other guys and deciding that they were occupied enough, took Chris' hand. "Okay. Induct me."

Chris grinned, and Lance silently thanked the sexual gods for giving him Chris as a boyfriend. Since being with Chris he'd explored things that his minister would have had heart attacks over, and Lance was totally amused that he didn't feel the least bit guilty about them. If his mother knew she'd skin him alive. At first Chris' adventurous side had freaked him out, but a hell of a lot of great sex will change a person's views, so Lance had learned just to go along with whatever Chris had planned.

Chris led Lance back to the bathroom, opened the door and waved his arm in a grand gesture, "After you."

Lance got the feeling as he crammed himself into the tiny bathroom that maybe Chris hadn't totally thought this one out. "Chris. We're not both gonna fit in here. How the hell is this possible?"

"Well, the whole idea is to get up close and personal. We'll fit. If Joey could fit in one with Kelly, then you and I certainly can."

Matching action to his words, Chris hoisted Lance onto the sink, spread his legs, fit himself between them and closed and locked the door triumphantly behind them.

"Chris, my ass barely fits here. I'm gonna fall off."

Chris ignored him, unzipping his pants and reaching in to stroke his cock.

Lance kicked the wall.

It went really well for a few minutes after that, and Lance was just beginning to see stars when his ass slipped off the counter and he fell, trapped awkwardly between the toilet and the sink.

"Fuck."

"We'll get there. The flight's pretty long," Chris smirked as he pressed himself against the door to try to give Lance enough room to regain his feet. Lance twisted and turned and finally manager to sit on the toilet facing Chris. Chris, however, was standing and there was absolutely no room for him to kneel down. Lance's penis wasn't happy about it.

"Fuck. Okay, let's try this. I'll sit, you stand," Chris suggested.

Lance stood and they smooshed around each other. Chris maneuvered until he could perch himself precariously on the toilet. He pulled Lance to him and began to lick him. Lance braced his arms on the wall behind Chris and thrust into Chris' mouth.

"Holy shit," Lance murmured, "I fucking love your mouth."

Lance lifted one leg to side of the toilet to adjust his angle, accidentally kneeing Chris in the jaw. Chris somehow managed to avoid biting him.

"Ow, fucker. And I think you mean you love to fuck my mouth." And he sucked down Lance's cock again, this time threading his arms around Lance's ass to massage it.

"Mmmmmm...both," replied Lance, throwing his head back.

Chris grinned, and was about to go in for the kill when he accidentally hit the flush button. The suction from the toilet almost sucked his ass into space.

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

Lance caught a glimpse of them in the mirror and couldn't hold in the laughter. There he stood, his dick hanging out of his pants and Chris halfway in the toilet. "Maybe we should just call it a wash, Chris, and pick this up when we get back to the hotel," he gasped out.

Chris looked at him like he was insane. "Lance, you fucknut, this is part of the whole experience. Suck it up - pun intended. Now turn that Bass Ass towards me."

Lance managed to stop laughing and turned around.

"Lean on the sink, man," Chris instructed as he dropped his own pants and slid into the tiny space behind Lance. "Oh, shit. The lube's in my pocket."

Chris bent sideways to reach his pants just as Lance tried to hook them with his foot. This time Chris caught it in the eye.

Chris grunted, "Ouch! Lance, they're going to think you're abusive and send me to a safe house if we aren't more careful." But he had succeeded in finding his pants pocket, so Lance didn't have time to respond before Chris' magic fingers began opening him.

Looking at himself in the mirror was a fucking weird experience since he really didn't like to do it anyway, and throwing sex into the mix wasn't helping. He just couldn't help the faces he was making and Chris was there watching as well, laughing between moans.

"You're so fucking hot like this, Lance." Chris shoved in extra-hard just then, smushing Lance's face into the mirror. As he pulled out, his ass hit the door.

They found their rhythm, punctuated by Chris hammering into the door and Lance into the mirror.

"Chris, Chris...they can...probably hear," Lance managed to gasp out, wondering why he really fucking cared when he was feeling really, really good.

"Who gives a shit?" Chris panted in his ear.

"I--" Lance started, but then Chris hit that spot and he was starting to see heaven. "I sure fucking don't.

Chris tried to uncross his eyes as Lance tightened his muscles around Chris' cock, but then gave up, tossing his head back and pounding into Lance, holding back just long enough to see Lance spatter the mirror before letting himself go, too. He sagged onto Lance's back and they stayed there until their bones felt solid again.

"Fuck," whispered Lance. "Okay, I get it. That was amazing."

When Chris came back to himself, he could hear the rest of the guys catcalling and laughing in the cabin.

Lance blushed when he heard the others. "Chris, they're never gonna stop teasing me."

"Us," Chris corrected. "But then again, it's not the first time they've overheard us. The bus really has less privacy than here. If it really bothers you, just ask them about their Mile High experiences. And stop cleaning the mirror. It's fine, you obsessive freak, you."

Lance threw out the wad of paper towels, and pressed himself against the sink so Chris could unlock the door. "I have to clean. That's disgusting. Imagine walking into a bathroom and seeing *that* on the mirror."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Obviously you've never been to a New York subway station."

"I don't use public bathrooms," Lance said as haughtily as he could. "Besides, what if Joey or JC or Justin needed to pee? That'd just be ewww." Lance wrinkled his nose.

"Trust me. They've seen it before. Now c'mon." Chris opened the door and walked out the best he could with Lance plastered to his back and Lance's face buried in his shoulder.

Joey was leering and slapped Lance on the ass on the way back to his seat. "Way to go. Welcome to the club."

Lance mumbled something incoherent, and thought about telling Joey for that slapping someone on the ass after they'd had really amazing heart stopping sex wasn't a good idea.

JC has a ridiculous grin on his face and was kinda of...wiggling. Lance wouldn't have been surprised if he had a cake and a sign saying 'congratulations' hiding somewhere.

Justin looked smug.

"Chris, you look like you're going to have a shiner. What the hell happened in there?" Joey asked.

"You really want me to answer that?" Chris shot back.

"Nope. I wound up with a bloody nose when we did it. Kelly was mortified," Joey offered.

"I twisted my ankle, remember? I couldn't dance for three days," Justin added.

"And then you got locked in!" Chris said. "I remember that."

"Actually, you locked us in, fucker. Brit was pissed."

"Who, me? Nope. It was Joey."

"Chris! You swore you'd never tell, you little fucking piece of shit!" Joey swore.

Justin launched himself at Joey and the others watched them wrestle around.

"How about you, C? You got a story?" Lance asked.

Chris started cackling. "Oh, does he have a story! You gotta tell him, JC! It's a classic. I can't believe you haven't heard it, Lance."

JC blushed deep red, but started to giggle along with Chris. "I...uh...well, the door kinda opened..."

"Kinda opened?" Lance repeated, not getting it.

"And I uh..fell out. Onto the floor. On my ass....that was naked."

Lance gasped, "Oh my god! That's horrible! Did anyone see?"

"Umm..."

Justin and Joey began laughing hysterically.

"What?" Lance felt lost.

"Shut up." JC mumbled.

Justin had tears leaking from his eyes. "Oh...this is the best part. He got up, kinda looked down, made a sound that only a six-year-old girl should make, and did this funny little dance thing!"

Lance laughed. "You saw? How did I miss this?"

"I don't know," replied JC, still beet red. "Half of management did."

"At least Lynn and my mom weren't around," consoled Lance.

Chris and Joey glanced at each other and JC hid his face.

"Oh, no way! Please tell me my poor mother did not bear witness to that lewd display," Lance begged.

"She was good about it," offered Joey.

Lance threw himself down in a seat and covered his ears. "Na na na na na, I don't want to hear it."

Chris settled himself next to Lance and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "It's okay, baby. It's okay."

"It's *not* okay. My mother saw JC and who? Bobbee? and just yuck."

"It didn't sound like you thought it was so yucky when it was you in there, Bass," JC muttered.

"It was Tony, not Bobbee," Joey tossed in.

"Oh, fuck! I can't deal. I'm going to sleep and pretend I dreamed the whole scary JC thing. I don't ever want to talk about it again."

Chris patted Lance on the head and got up to get a blanket. "We're going to sleep," he announced. "We're tired."

JC looked annoyed. "I'll have you know, I'm hot as fuck, thank you very much."

Joey got up off the floor and sat down next to JC, patting him on the knee. "Of course you are. They're just cranky because the bathroom isn't big enough to fall asleep in afterwards. They'll be much nicer after a nap."

Lance snuggled closer to Chris, who whispered, "Nice enough to have another go. And this time it's your turn to top!"

"Mmm, as long as we make sure the door is securely locked," Lance murmured, "and you explain to make-up about the bruises."

~End