Joey, however, had different ideas. "Dude, Lance," he said, when they stepped out of the car. "Strip club." He whistled low, and added, "Lesbian shows. We are so there."
"Um, Joe," Lance protested, "I don't think so. I don't really want to stay around here longer than we have to, y'know?"
"Come on," Joey whined, tugging at Lance's sleeve. "If something's gonna go wrong, it'll probably be during the shoot, anyway." He gestured towards the 'On the L' sign on the sidewalk, next to the building where the shoot was going to be. "I mean, we've got a damn sign telling everybody we're here. If some crazy punk's gonna mug us or something, it's more likely to happen out here than inside a strip club." He licked his lips, and added, "Besides, lesbians, Lance. You wouldn't want to miss out on that, would you?"
Lance frowned, and studied Joey's face. Since he didn't seem too likely to give up on a lesbian show, Lance sighed and relented. "Fine. But let's just go do the shoot, so it's over sooner, okay?"
Joey all but bounced on the sidewalk, and threw his arms around his friend. "Sweet," he said.
Lance only wished Joey would do the same without the promise of naked women and "Toronto's sexiest couch dancers".
Lance pulled the collar of his coat up around his neck, as they walked away from the filming, well after sunset. "Why's it so cold?" he whined.
Joey nudged him in the ribs, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Because it's snowing, if you hadn't noticed."
Lance snorted. "Right."
"It's gonna be hot in here, though," Joey said, when the reached the front doors of the club. He smirked, glancing up at the flashing sign that read "Filmores", and the windows above that held the shapes of women, and broadcasted muffled catcalls.
"That was lame," Lance said, and grinned.
"Not as lame as you," Joey replied, and pushed open the door. "You didn't even want to come."
"Still don't."
Joey rolled his eyes, and dragged Lance in after him.
There was a break in one of the numerous lesbian shows when Lance pushed away his half-empty tequila. "I think we should go," he said, elbowing Joey's arm. He'd found the whole thing less than appealing, and was getting annoyed at Joey's constant ogling of scantily-clad women. It wasn't Joey's fault he liked that kind of thing, but he didn't need to subject Lance to it - even if he was blissfully unaware that Lance wasn't interested in women.
"Man, but it's only 1:30," Joey protested.
"Yeah, and we've got a six o'clock wake-up call. We're filming here again tomorrow anyway, so it's not like you can't come back."
"Oh," Joey said, then, "All right, let's go," and left a fifty at the bar, because there was no one naked nearby to tip.
Lance dragged him out, and they wandered over to a street he thought might be called Jarvis, because it looked like a safer intersection than the one they filmed at.
"You didn't like that, huh," Joey said, while Lance was trying to hail a taxi.
"Um," Lance answered, "not really." He coughed, and added, "I mean, um, I guess."
"Cool," Joey replied, just as a taxi pulled up alongside the sidewalk. "I, uh, didn't know you were, uh, like that."
Lance was glad he was already sitting down in the cab, or he'd have probably fallen. Instead of answering immediately, he told the driver the address of the hotel. The driver laughed slightly and made a joke about his American accent, which he ignored. "Um, what?" he asked, once the taxi tore off.
"Oh, uh. Maybe not. Never mind," Joey said, and shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable. "I just thought that, um, since you didn't enjoy that or anything you kinda.. never mind." He was glad it was dark, otherwise Lance would have seen him blushing.
"Um.. I guess not?" Lance said, because he wasn't really sure what Joey was implying.
"I'm bisexual," Joey blurted out, just as the taxi stopped. Immediately regretting it, he checked the timer by the driver, and tossed a twenty at him. He climbed out of the car, not really caring if Lance was behind him.
He was just trying to find his keycard when Lance caught up to him. Lance put a hand on his shoulder, and pulled Joey around to face him.
"Um," Lance said, and stared at the floor. "I'm okay with that, y'know. 'Cause, um. Yeah. I'm gay."
Joey reached out a finger and placed it under Lance's chin, turning up his face to look at him. "I didn't know that," he whispered.
"I know," Lance said sullenly. "I, um, didn't really want you to." Yeah, I didn't want you to know, because then I'd have to tell you I'm in love with you, and that would be bad, he thought.
Joey grunted, and unlocked his hotel room door. He nodded inside when the door open, and invitation for Lance to come in. "How come?" he asked, closing the door behind them.
Lance shrugged out of his coat, and collapsed onto the couch. "Because I didn't know what you'd think of that."
Joey sunk down next to him, disgarding his own coat, and slung an arm around his shoulders. "You know I always love you, man," he grinned.
"Mmn," Lance said noncommittally, and Joey noticed that his green eyes were shiny, and this position was too convenient for him not to take advantage of it. "You know, I should g-"
Lance didn't get any more out, because Joey pressed his lips against Lance's. He nibbled at Lance's lower lip, and when his lips parted, sucked on his tongue as if it was all that kept him alive. Lance threaded his fingers through Joey's hair, whimpering against his mouth, and Joey wrapped his arms around his waist.
When Joey broke off the kiss for air, he breathed, "Fuck, Lance, I love you," and this time Lance kissed him.
Lance didn't remember how his shirt or pants came off, nor how Joey's did, or how Joey's lips ended up on his cock. He was so close to coming when Joey pulled away, and murmured against his thigh, "I don't want this to end just yet."
He didn't remember where the lube came from, or just how he ended up in the sweet hotness that was Joey, but he did remember never wanting it to end. Joey came first, between their stomachs, then Lance, breathing Joey's name in his ear. Lance slid out of him, and Joey kissed his jaw. "Let's get cleaned up," he said, and pulled Lance along with him to the bathroom.
They slipped into Joey's bed, and Joey wrapped his arms around Lance and whispered, "Housekeeping is going to have a fit over the couch."
Lance giggled and snuggled into Joey's neck. "I love you," he murmured.
When they arrived at the film shot later in the morning, Joey didn't mention Filmores or the lesbians, and Lance wasn't really worried about the seedy area any more.