Lance's door opened and JC almost fell backwards. "Get out of the hallway, you horrible horrible people," Lance said. JC smiled. They were horrible horrible people. He and Chris were standing in the hallway openly gawking, Chris' head swinging back and forth like he was watching a tennis match. It wasn't nice to tease Justin when he had a crush, but it was so very very fun.

"What, you think we're going to fuck something up?" Chris whispered. "Come on, nothing's going to happen without some kind of divine intervention, like maybe if they both got stranded on a desert island, naked, or maybe if somebody kidnapped me and left a note saying they had to fuck or the kidnappers would kill me, or -"

"Get out of the hallway," Lance hissed, "before I call Jo-oh my God!"

"Oh my God oh my God," Chris said. "Did you see that? They went in his room, they went in his room! This is unbelievable!"

"What?" JC said a little irritably. Chris had yelled in his ear. "So what? They're probably just going to, like, play Monopoly or something."

"He did not have his hand on a Monopoly-playing part of J's anatomy," Chris said. "I can't believe this happened while we were standing here. It's like accidentally catching sight of Halley's Comet!"

"Come on, you're not - you're serious," JC said. "Seriously? How long has this been going on?"

Lance looked at him pityingly and Chris said, "Since the dawn of time or thereabouts. Where the hell have you been?"

"I mean, I knew something was going on with J, but I thought it was just, like, a crush - I didn't know it was going on with both of them."

Lance put a hand on Chris' collar and yanked him into the room. "You coming, C?"

"No," JC said, "I'm just gonna -" Lance closed the door and JC was alone in the hallway. He looked over at Justin's room. "I didn't think it was both of them," he said to no one, and then walked away.