"You comin' with us, C?"

JC looked up from his notebook. "That what you're wearing?"

Lance looked down at his outfit, a revealing mix of glitter and leather that walked a thin line between sexy and trashy, and shrugged. "Yep."

"I'm staying in."

"Bitch." Lance smiled to take away the sting of the insult. "I need to fix my eyeliner. See you later!"

"You look hot," Joey whispered into his ear outside the club.

Lance grinned at his boyfriend. "So do you."

Joey wore black leather pants, cut not to reveal, as Lance's were, but to cling all the same. His shirt was tight and red, but not something he wouldn't wear to any other club. Joey didn't enjoy dressing the part, as Lance did.

They moved to the front of the long line and the bouncer waved them by. "Looking good, Lance!" He turned his eyes to Joey and whistled. "And Joey! Hot!"

Joey blushed and ducked his head while Lance smiled and wiggled his fingers. "Hey, Mike. How're things?" He and Joey stepped closer to the bouncer so they could be heard over the milling crowd outside the club.

"Good, though Dante's in a mood. Candi hasn't come on yet and Tre keeps playing Mandy Moore."

"The pocket one?" Joey asked as he slipped his arms around Lance's waist from behind, talking to Mike over Lance's shoulder.

Mike nodded. "You should hear him complain!" And he cocked his hip in his best imitation of his aging queeny boyfriend. "That little bitch!" he said in a high, raspy tone.

Lance laughed and patted Mike's shoulder. "I'll go see what the hold up is."

"Would you please?" With those words Mike turned back to the line of men waiting to get inside, his friendly demeanor vanishing as the stony face of a bouncer reemerged.

Inside, Lance followed Joey to the bar, where he pressed his body up against the other man's. "I'll be right back," he whispered, his lips grazing Joey's ear.

Joey ran a large, warm hand down Lance's back, till his fingertips barely entered the low line of Lance's leather pants. He leaned down and ran his tongue up Lance's neck to murmur "okay" into his ear before he let go abruptly and turned to the bartender.

Lance slapped Joey's ass as he walked away.

He knocked on a door in the darker area behind the stage and entered at the muffled, "Come in!"

"Candi?" he called as stepped inside. "Where are you?"

"Oh, baby. I'm back here, simply covered in sparkles. I'm trying to find the right dress for tonight."

Lance turned his gaze to the screened corner of the room. "Need help with something?"

A tall blonde woman emerged from behind the screen. "Could you, sugar?" She turned around and presented her back to Lance, gesturing for him to zip the back up.

He caught the edges of the green dress in his hands. "Breathe in," he said as he pulled the zipper up.

As soon as she was zipped up she turned and smacked his hand. "Breathe in? What is that shit, darlin'?" she asked, laughing.

Lance grinned and wagged his eyebrows.

"Oh, sug, your mascara is smeared. Come here."

"What!?" Lance yelped and leaned closer.

Candi licked the tip of her finger and swiped it underneath his left eye. "There you go," she said.

She sat down in front of the mirror to finish her own makeup. "Oh, I heard one of the little bitch dancers talking about Joey the other night. I warned him off but I'm not sure it took. Watch out for him, okay? He's like a little rabid dog when it comes to men."

Lance laughed. He knew he didn't have anything to worry about. Candi joined him, because she knew too.

"You are so lucky, honey," she said, swiping at his nose with her makeup brush. "You've got yourself such a fine man. Now go out with him, I'm almost done."

Lance leaned down to kiss her cheek. "I'm going, sweet thing." He turned when he got to the door. "You doin' our song?"

Candi turned from her mirror and smiled. "You bet, sug."

Lance spotted Joey where he left him, leaning against the bar with a glass of melting ice at his elbow. Over his shoulder Lance saw the "bitch dancer" Candi had mentioned, staring at Joey with something akin to worship. The look changed to something closer to hatred as Lance approached, and Lance simply shrugged it off.

Joey smiled as he approached. Lance braced his arms on the bar on either side of Joey and leaned in to place his warm lips against the other man's. Joey's mouth opened eagerly to his tongue and his ice-cooled tongue brought a sharp contrast to Lance's warm one.

Lance bent his elbows and pressed his body along Joey's, almost rubbing sensuously along it as Joey's mouth left his to trail down his neck.

Just then the lights went down, and Tre's disembodied voice came over the speakers, announcing the imminent performance by Miss Candi La Rue. Lance squealed and clapped his hands, smiling broadly at Joey. "She's going to do our song!" he said, laughing.

Joey grinned back at Lance, and turned to the bar, picking up two of the complimentary bottles of roll on flavored glitter. He handed one to Lance as Lance dragged them both towards the writhing mass of half naked bodies on the dance floor.

A spot light illuminated the stage, and the opening chords of the song started as Candi slithered on stage, her sparkly dress reflecting green light into the dark corners of the room. Her crimson lips spread across her face in a smirk as she mouthed the first line of the song along with the track. "I... can't make no commitments now..."

Lance stopped in the middle of the gyrating crowd, pulling Joey against him until the seams of their bodies were indistinguishable from the other. He pulled at the buttons on Joey's shirt until half of them were undone, baring his smooth chest.

"I'm sorry but I can't stay..."

"Why do we like this song again?" Joey murmured in Lance's ear.

"Because it's from our movie, and it's a grindy sort of song, and we get to play with glitter," Lance said as he ran the roller end of the jar of glitter across Joey's chest.

"All very good reasons." Joey ran his own glitter up Lance's neck and onto his cheek before he leaned forward and licked at the smear. Lance shuddered and licked at the glitter spread across Joey's chest. He ground his hips into Joey's, pressing his erection into Joey's thigh. "I have keys."

Joey's hands traveled down and cupped Lance's ass, pulling the other man harder against his body. "To where?"

"Candi's room."

"Let's go."

Lance pushed the door to Candi's room open, and he and Joey spilled inside. Joey quickly turned and pressed Lance up against the door, catching Lance's mouth in a hard, melting kiss. His tongue pushed into Lance's mouth as his hands trailed down Lance's leather clad thighs. Lance spread his legs further and Joey's body slipped into the gap, pressing closer against Lance.

"Not..." Lance gasped. "Not against the door, Joey."

"Where?"

"Here." Lance pushed him back to Candi's sofa. Joey quickly sat up from his sprawled position and pulled at the buttons to Lance's pants. Lance kicked off his shoes and Joey pulled the pants down his thighs and over his feet. He wasn't wearing anything beneath them. Lance ripped off his shirt and bent to pick up his bottle of glitter from the floor. He knelt on the ground between Joey's knees and quickly undid the buttons to his pants.

Lance pulled the pants down to Joey's knees and bent his head to Joey's cock, running his tongue up from base to tip before he sat back on his heels and uncapped the glitter. Joey smirked down at Lance, then gasped as the cold roller tip of the jar touched his cock.

Lance applied the glitter liberally before he leaned forward and began licking it off. He felt Joey's hands running across his neck, stroking up and down it's length. Lance's lips closed over the tip of Joey's cock, and he moved his mouth down, taking in as much of Joey's length as he could before he pulled back to apply more glitter. Then he moved up to straddle Joey's lap, and kissed him.

He pulled back and watched Joey lick his lips, knew he tasted the strawberry flavor of the glitter as well as the musky taste of himself.

"Ready?" he asked Joey.

Joey nodded.

Lance grinned and sat back, pressing himself onto Joey's cock. Joey's hands came around to ease his entrance into Lance's body until he was fully inside. He looked up into Lance's face, and saw that his eyes were closed, his head tilted back as he savored the moment. Joey reached a hand up, brought Lance's face down to his so he could cover it with little kisses as Lance began to move over his body.

Joey picked up the discarded jar of glitter and began running the roller tip over Lance's chest, circling around his nipples and belly button. He wrote his name across Lance's collarbone and drew a heart beneath it. He then tossed the jar aside and leaned forward to lick at his artwork. As his tongue swept across Lance's chest his hand moved down to circle Lance's cock, which he slowly pumped.

Moments later Lance gasped and came over Joey's hand and stomach. The clenching of his muscles played along Joey's cock and he came as well, spilling into Lance, who draped himself across Joey's chest.

Joey brought his arms up and clasped Lance tighter to him. "You think she knew you were gonna use her room for this?"

Lance laughed. "I'm sure she did. She gave me some lube to go with the set of keys, but I told her we probably wouldn't remember..." he trailed off as he cocked his head to the side, listening to the music. "Musta done the long version." He looked back at Joey and began singing. "All I'm dreamin' of..."

Joey laughed and finished. "Is to be able to love."