Title:    "J.C.'s Shorts" (humorous short)
Author:   FatJoey
Email:    fatjsteel@ureach.com; send feedback on list or private.
Rating:   PG
Fandom:   NSync
Pairing:  Joey Fatone/Lance Bass
Date:     2001 sometime
Archive:  Yes, but give me a holler. Hosted at http:/// www.boybandfic.org
Category: RPS / Slash (?)
Disclaimer:  Okay, this is just my own little fantasy and not meant to offend or interfere with any copyrights or anything.
Summary:  This short was written for a little challenge at RPSlashWriters list at YahooGroups.

Joey walked into Lance's room without thinking -- or knocking. Lance was just pulling up his jeans; he turned his green eyes and crooked grin on Joey, a slight blush showing on his face.

Joey caught a blue/gold flash of Lance's shorts -- a glimpse of stars and moons -- a crazy pattern that was somehow familiar.

"Christ, are you and Jayce shopping at the same place now? I swear he had a pair of shorts exactly like that!"

The blush deepened, and Lance lowered his inky lashes.

Joey's brows drew together suspiciously. A little voice in Joey's head was trying to remind him of something he had read on one of the *Nsync websites -- something weird about the guys underwear -- shit! -- about J.C.'s underwear.

"Lance, you didn't get those shorts out of the garbage, did you?"

Lance looked at Joey, his face betraying nothing more than shock at the question.

"What? That's sick, Joe!"

"Well, why are you acting so damn strange, then?"

Lance blushed again and started fiddling with his belt. "It's nothin', Joey. Really."

Joey walked into the room and closed the door behind him, suspicion turning to annoyance.

"You better tell me what the fuck's going on, Lance. Now."

Lance looked as innocent as a lamb, but Joey knew it was bullshit. Lance was not that damn innocent. In fact, Joey knew for a fact that Lance had adopted his own hobby of collecting ladies' undies -- and had been busy adding to a pretty significant collection lately.

And now here he was sporting a pair of J.C.'s wild briefs.

J.C.'s undies . . . added to his collection.

Well, what the fuck?

"You mean J.C. gave you those damn things?" Joey asked, his voice louder than he expected.

"Umm, yeah. He did."

Joey reached back and locked the door. Then he turned to face the bewildered Lance Bass. Joey tried to smile as he walked toward Lance.

"Pull down your pants, man," he said, trying to keep his voice friendly.

He was not about to let Lance leave the room wearing a pair of J.C.'s underwear, especially this particular gift. If Lance planned on wearing any of J.C.'s briefs in the future, he'd damn well better buy them off the internet!

The End