Camp Somewhere 6/27
author: zebraljb
rating: up to nc17...underage sex
disclaimer: this is an au. I really don't think JC and Lance ever went to camp together.
Josh and Lance practiced every night after dinner, after Lance was done cleaning up the dining hall. Josh couldn’t believe what an incredible voice Lance had.
“Lance, why weren’t you coming here two years ago?” Josh asked. Twelve was the youngest the camp would admit.
“I tried,” Lance said shyly. “My music teacher told me about this place. She even got me the audition. But my dad…he…he doesn’t think music’s all that important.”
“I wish I had a dad like yours,” Josh sighed, letting his fingers wander over the piano keys. “My dad doesn’t think anything else is important BUT music. He thinks I have the voice to bring him millions, or something.”
“You do,” Lance said softly, and Josh actually blushed. “My dad just doesn’t get why I’m not the star quarterback or something, with girls falling all around me.”
“You have them all falling around you here,” Josh teased gently. Lance turned beet red, as Josh knew he would.
“Not because I want them to,” Lance said, then slammed his mouth shut, horrified at what he had admitted.
Josh didn’t say anything for a long moment. “I’m sorry…you know…about the way the others have been treating you.”
Lance shrugged. “I’m used to it. I get treated that way at home, too.”
“I’m sorry if I was harsh on you when you first got here…I dunno…I guess I was taking my roll as senior counselor too seriously.” Josh looked Lance in the eye. “And I never thanked you for what you did for me with Kline.”
Lance shrugged again. “No big deal.”
“It was. Thanks, Lance.”
Lance blushed, but he smiled.
On the night of the big show, two days before camp was over, there was a banquet. Lance didn’t have to work that night, and he was able to get ready with the others. He carefully pulled his grey suit out of the small closet. He pulled it out of its bag and gasped. “Oh…God…” he whimpered, looking at the smudges of dirt on the jacket and pants. He sniffed something and brought the fabric up to his nose. It wasn’t dirt. It was chocolate. Chocolate that had already stained the material of his one good suit.
“What’s wrong, Lance?” Nick asked. “Why aren’t you ready?”
“You KNOW why, you asshole!” Lance yelled, taking a swing at Nick. Nick fell to the ground, but instantly bounced back up, holding a hand over his nose. “You fucking bastard! You ruined my suit! It’s the only one I have!” The other boys stood back, staring. Justin darted out of the cabin.
“It’s not my fault you’re a poor country idiot,” Nick snapped. “I am SO gonna kick your ass, Bass. I’ve been waiting ALL year for this.”
“So have I,” Lance said, wiping away angry tears as he pushed up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He looked up at the taller boy with no fear in his green eyes. “So have I. Maybe now I can pay you back for the stunt you pulled.” Neither of them noticed Josh and Justin slip back into the cabin.
“It got you out of our hair, now, didn’t it?” Nick growled. He balled his hands into fists. “This will take me five minutes.”
“What’s going on here?” Josh demanded. He looked at the suit on Lance’s cot, and the blood on Nick’s face. “Carter?”
“He hit me, Josh, for no reason!” Nick whined. “Now I have to perform with my face looking like this!”
“He ruined my suit, Josh,” Lance said miserably “It’s the only one I have. My mom’s gonna kill me. Those stains will never come out. And I have nothing to perform in tonight.”
“We’ll take care of that in a second,” Josh snapped. He looked back at Nick. “Did I hear what I think I heard? YOU pulled that stunt with Kline?”
Nick’s face turned white. “I, well, um…”
“Yeah, he did,” AJ said, and everyone looked at him. “I’m sorry, Lance. I shoulda said something sooner. He bragged about it all the time.” AJ’s dark eyes were sad. “I’m really sorry.”
“McLean, you’re a dick!” Nick said.
“Everyone get ready for dinner. You’ve got an hour. Lance, take a shower, then just sit tight. I’ll be right back. Carter and I have an appointment with Mr. Kline.” Josh grabbed Nick by the arm and dragged him out of the cabin. Lance said down, looking at his suit in dismay.
“Is that really your only suit?” Justin asked softly. Lance nodded, running his hand over the fabric.
“I’d need a new one anyway. I’m practically grown out of this one,” Lance said, sighing.
“We didn’t know he was gonna do this, Lance, I swear,” AJ said. The others nodded. Lance gave them a small smile.
“It’s okay. You guys get ready. I’ll wait for Josh.” Lance sat back on his cot, staying out of everyone’s way.
Everyone was on their way up to the dining hall when Josh returned, carrying something. “Lance?” He called as he entered the cabin.
“Here,” Lance sighed, sitting up.
“Here you go.” Josh handed him the bag. Lance peeled it open to find a black suit.
“But where…”
Josh tore off his clothing and quickly began to dress. “Just put it on. One of the guys in Joey’s cabin is about your size. It SHOULD fit.”
“I don’t believe this!” Lance gasped. He quickly pulled on a white dress shirt, then put the suit on. “It fits perfectly!” He ran his hands over the fabric. “This is the nicest thing I’ve ever owned.”
“You look really good,” Josh said softly. Lance blushed and Josh grinned. “You always are blushing.”
“I can’t help it. I hate it,” Lance said. Josh tied his own tie, then quickly did Lance’s.
“Let’s go.” Josh grabbed Lance’s sheet music as well as his own.
Lance followed Josh out of the cabin. “What about Nick?”
“He’s at the headmaster’s office right now, cleaning windows. He won’t be at the banquet, and he won’t be at the show,” Josh said, quickly walking down the path. Lance hurried to keep up with him. “I THOUGHT it was him, but I could do nothing if he didn’t confess to it. What a little asshole.”
“Thanks, Josh, for believing it wasn’t me,” Lance said softly. Josh turned around and they looked at each other for a long moment.
“You’re welcome,” Josh said, smiling slightly.
When they reached the dining hall, there were two empty seats at their cabin’s table, for Nick and Lance. “I’ll see you later,” Lance said, turning towards his table.
“What do you mean? It’s the end of the year. I sit with my cabin,” Josh said, taking a seat at the end of the table. Lance smiled broadly and sat in the other empty seat, next to AJ.
“Wow. Nice suit,” AJ remarked.
“Josh got it for me,” Lance said shyly, beaming at Josh.
They were almost finished with dinner when Lance really began getting nervous. He stared at the sheet music like he had never seen it before. “I can’t do this,” he whispered.
“What?” Josh asked.
“I can’t. I’m not supposed to be up there performing. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, Lance. You can do it. You know that song inside and out…and I won’t let you embarrass us like this,” Josh said firmly. Lance stared at him, hurt in his green eyes.
“Lance? Could I talk to you for a second?” Meadow approached the table.
“Wow, Meadow, you look fantastic,” AJ said, looking at her pretty pink dress.
“Sure,” Lance said, giving Josh one more hurt look before following Meadow outside. “What’s up?”
“I just…” the normally confident Meadow actually looked nervous. “I just wanted to take the chance to tell you how great I think you are.”
“You haven’t even heard me sing yet,” Lance said, smiling.
“Not your singing. Just you. Everything about you. You’re cute and smart and so nice…I just…I really like you, Lance.”
“I like you, too, Meadow,” Lance said, but his heart slipped into his shoes.
“Really?” Meadow gasped. “Would you…would you like to kiss me?”
“Meadow, trust me when I say it has nothing to do with you personally, but, no, I don’t want to kiss you. I like you a lot…but more like my sister than anything else.”
“Oh,” Meadow said, her face falling. “Do…do you like one of the other girls better?”
“No! You’re definitely the one I like best,” Lance promised. “I don’t want to kiss any girl…I mean, any of the girls.” Lance blushed. A light went on in Meadow’s eyes.
“That explains so much! You’re too nice…you get along with girls…I should have seen it.” She smiled gently. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m flattered.”
“Is there someone else I should know about?” Meadow teased gently. Lance glanced through the window of the dining hall and caught sight of Josh, who was laughing at something Justin was saying.
“Not in reality,” he said with a sigh.
“Mr. Lance Bass, accompanied by Mr. Joshua Chasez,” the headmaster announced.
“You can do this,” Josh said firmly. “I know you can.”
“Yeah…wouldn’t want to embarrass you,” Lance snapped, going to the microphone. He looked over at Meadow, who had her fingers crossed. So did Britney, and Chrissy, and the other girls. He had to smile. Josh played his intro and he began to sing. “Just yesterday morning…they let me know you were gone…Susanne, the plans they made put an end to you…I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song…I just can’t remember who to sing it to…” Lance closed his eyes as he sang. “I’ve seen fire, and I’ve seen rain…I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end…I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend…but I always thought that I’d see you again…”
rating: up to nc17...underage sex
disclaimer: this is an au. I really don't think JC and Lance ever went to camp together.
Josh and Lance practiced every night after dinner, after Lance was done cleaning up the dining hall. Josh couldn’t believe what an incredible voice Lance had.
“Lance, why weren’t you coming here two years ago?” Josh asked. Twelve was the youngest the camp would admit.
“I tried,” Lance said shyly. “My music teacher told me about this place. She even got me the audition. But my dad…he…he doesn’t think music’s all that important.”
“I wish I had a dad like yours,” Josh sighed, letting his fingers wander over the piano keys. “My dad doesn’t think anything else is important BUT music. He thinks I have the voice to bring him millions, or something.”
“You do,” Lance said softly, and Josh actually blushed. “My dad just doesn’t get why I’m not the star quarterback or something, with girls falling all around me.”
“You have them all falling around you here,” Josh teased gently. Lance turned beet red, as Josh knew he would.
“Not because I want them to,” Lance said, then slammed his mouth shut, horrified at what he had admitted.
Josh didn’t say anything for a long moment. “I’m sorry…you know…about the way the others have been treating you.”
Lance shrugged. “I’m used to it. I get treated that way at home, too.”
“I’m sorry if I was harsh on you when you first got here…I dunno…I guess I was taking my roll as senior counselor too seriously.” Josh looked Lance in the eye. “And I never thanked you for what you did for me with Kline.”
Lance shrugged again. “No big deal.”
“It was. Thanks, Lance.”
Lance blushed, but he smiled.
On the night of the big show, two days before camp was over, there was a banquet. Lance didn’t have to work that night, and he was able to get ready with the others. He carefully pulled his grey suit out of the small closet. He pulled it out of its bag and gasped. “Oh…God…” he whimpered, looking at the smudges of dirt on the jacket and pants. He sniffed something and brought the fabric up to his nose. It wasn’t dirt. It was chocolate. Chocolate that had already stained the material of his one good suit.
“What’s wrong, Lance?” Nick asked. “Why aren’t you ready?”
“You KNOW why, you asshole!” Lance yelled, taking a swing at Nick. Nick fell to the ground, but instantly bounced back up, holding a hand over his nose. “You fucking bastard! You ruined my suit! It’s the only one I have!” The other boys stood back, staring. Justin darted out of the cabin.
“It’s not my fault you’re a poor country idiot,” Nick snapped. “I am SO gonna kick your ass, Bass. I’ve been waiting ALL year for this.”
“So have I,” Lance said, wiping away angry tears as he pushed up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He looked up at the taller boy with no fear in his green eyes. “So have I. Maybe now I can pay you back for the stunt you pulled.” Neither of them noticed Josh and Justin slip back into the cabin.
“It got you out of our hair, now, didn’t it?” Nick growled. He balled his hands into fists. “This will take me five minutes.”
“What’s going on here?” Josh demanded. He looked at the suit on Lance’s cot, and the blood on Nick’s face. “Carter?”
“He hit me, Josh, for no reason!” Nick whined. “Now I have to perform with my face looking like this!”
“He ruined my suit, Josh,” Lance said miserably “It’s the only one I have. My mom’s gonna kill me. Those stains will never come out. And I have nothing to perform in tonight.”
“We’ll take care of that in a second,” Josh snapped. He looked back at Nick. “Did I hear what I think I heard? YOU pulled that stunt with Kline?”
Nick’s face turned white. “I, well, um…”
“Yeah, he did,” AJ said, and everyone looked at him. “I’m sorry, Lance. I shoulda said something sooner. He bragged about it all the time.” AJ’s dark eyes were sad. “I’m really sorry.”
“McLean, you’re a dick!” Nick said.
“Everyone get ready for dinner. You’ve got an hour. Lance, take a shower, then just sit tight. I’ll be right back. Carter and I have an appointment with Mr. Kline.” Josh grabbed Nick by the arm and dragged him out of the cabin. Lance said down, looking at his suit in dismay.
“Is that really your only suit?” Justin asked softly. Lance nodded, running his hand over the fabric.
“I’d need a new one anyway. I’m practically grown out of this one,” Lance said, sighing.
“We didn’t know he was gonna do this, Lance, I swear,” AJ said. The others nodded. Lance gave them a small smile.
“It’s okay. You guys get ready. I’ll wait for Josh.” Lance sat back on his cot, staying out of everyone’s way.
Everyone was on their way up to the dining hall when Josh returned, carrying something. “Lance?” He called as he entered the cabin.
“Here,” Lance sighed, sitting up.
“Here you go.” Josh handed him the bag. Lance peeled it open to find a black suit.
“But where…”
Josh tore off his clothing and quickly began to dress. “Just put it on. One of the guys in Joey’s cabin is about your size. It SHOULD fit.”
“I don’t believe this!” Lance gasped. He quickly pulled on a white dress shirt, then put the suit on. “It fits perfectly!” He ran his hands over the fabric. “This is the nicest thing I’ve ever owned.”
“You look really good,” Josh said softly. Lance blushed and Josh grinned. “You always are blushing.”
“I can’t help it. I hate it,” Lance said. Josh tied his own tie, then quickly did Lance’s.
“Let’s go.” Josh grabbed Lance’s sheet music as well as his own.
Lance followed Josh out of the cabin. “What about Nick?”
“He’s at the headmaster’s office right now, cleaning windows. He won’t be at the banquet, and he won’t be at the show,” Josh said, quickly walking down the path. Lance hurried to keep up with him. “I THOUGHT it was him, but I could do nothing if he didn’t confess to it. What a little asshole.”
“Thanks, Josh, for believing it wasn’t me,” Lance said softly. Josh turned around and they looked at each other for a long moment.
“You’re welcome,” Josh said, smiling slightly.
When they reached the dining hall, there were two empty seats at their cabin’s table, for Nick and Lance. “I’ll see you later,” Lance said, turning towards his table.
“What do you mean? It’s the end of the year. I sit with my cabin,” Josh said, taking a seat at the end of the table. Lance smiled broadly and sat in the other empty seat, next to AJ.
“Wow. Nice suit,” AJ remarked.
“Josh got it for me,” Lance said shyly, beaming at Josh.
They were almost finished with dinner when Lance really began getting nervous. He stared at the sheet music like he had never seen it before. “I can’t do this,” he whispered.
“What?” Josh asked.
“I can’t. I’m not supposed to be up there performing. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, Lance. You can do it. You know that song inside and out…and I won’t let you embarrass us like this,” Josh said firmly. Lance stared at him, hurt in his green eyes.
“Lance? Could I talk to you for a second?” Meadow approached the table.
“Wow, Meadow, you look fantastic,” AJ said, looking at her pretty pink dress.
“Sure,” Lance said, giving Josh one more hurt look before following Meadow outside. “What’s up?”
“I just…” the normally confident Meadow actually looked nervous. “I just wanted to take the chance to tell you how great I think you are.”
“You haven’t even heard me sing yet,” Lance said, smiling.
“Not your singing. Just you. Everything about you. You’re cute and smart and so nice…I just…I really like you, Lance.”
“I like you, too, Meadow,” Lance said, but his heart slipped into his shoes.
“Really?” Meadow gasped. “Would you…would you like to kiss me?”
“Meadow, trust me when I say it has nothing to do with you personally, but, no, I don’t want to kiss you. I like you a lot…but more like my sister than anything else.”
“Oh,” Meadow said, her face falling. “Do…do you like one of the other girls better?”
“No! You’re definitely the one I like best,” Lance promised. “I don’t want to kiss any girl…I mean, any of the girls.” Lance blushed. A light went on in Meadow’s eyes.
“That explains so much! You’re too nice…you get along with girls…I should have seen it.” She smiled gently. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m flattered.”
“Is there someone else I should know about?” Meadow teased gently. Lance glanced through the window of the dining hall and caught sight of Josh, who was laughing at something Justin was saying.
“Not in reality,” he said with a sigh.
“Mr. Lance Bass, accompanied by Mr. Joshua Chasez,” the headmaster announced.
“You can do this,” Josh said firmly. “I know you can.”
“Yeah…wouldn’t want to embarrass you,” Lance snapped, going to the microphone. He looked over at Meadow, who had her fingers crossed. So did Britney, and Chrissy, and the other girls. He had to smile. Josh played his intro and he began to sing. “Just yesterday morning…they let me know you were gone…Susanne, the plans they made put an end to you…I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song…I just can’t remember who to sing it to…” Lance closed his eyes as he sang. “I’ve seen fire, and I’ve seen rain…I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end…I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend…but I always thought that I’d see you again…”