"Fancy A Shag" + "Midnight Rodeo"

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My prompt table/list.

Claim: Nsync: Chris/Lance
Title: Fancy A Shag
Author: Stubbleglitter, at unaware and stubbleglitter
Characters: Nsync
Prompt: 28 Dream
Rating: -
Length: short
Brief summary: At first Lance was convinced it was a medically-induced nightmare, but scarily enough it's real - a room completely covered in shag-carpeting! I love this little story for its completely over-the-top interior decor and general sense of total silliness.

Chris had already dropped his bag and gone over to explore the enormous bed, a monstrous marriage of round mattress and shag-covered semicircular bedhead. It looked like a leftover piece of set decoration from Star Trek, Lance thought, clamping down on the demented chortle that shot up through his throat as Chris sprawled out on the thing, a midget Vulcan in Fumanskeeto threads.

"Comfy," Chris purred, rubbing his hands over the shiny cheap bedspread as if he were making snow angels.

"Chris," Lance said, dropping his head a bit to look at Chris from under his furrowed brows, "this isn't comfy. This isn't even a hotel. It's a motel... of some sort."

"Fuh." Chris bounded up, poking around the other room fixtures, opening the ice bucket, kicking his shoes off right outside the open closet without bothering to put them actually in. "It's kitsch, my dear Lance. The tragically ludicrous? The ludicrously tragic?"

"Oh yeah-like when a clown dies," Lance responded automatically. They could all supply the proper responses to Chris' favourite Simpsons quotes by now and did it without even thinking, because it kept Chris satiated. Sort of like sacrificing virgins to a dragon, except dragons wouldn't leave hideous posters of O-Town under your bedclothes if they were pissed at you and then laugh when, sleepy and unsuspecting, you pulled back the covers and squawked in terror and fell down all over yourself.

Link to the story: Fancy A Shag or here


Claim: Nsync: Chris/Lance
Title: Midnight Rodeo
Author: Pen, at Pen's Nest and pensnest
Characters: Chris, Lance, Justin, Mitch-the-Security-Guy
Prompt: 29 Oops
Rating: sex
Length: short
Brief summary: Chris and Lance and silver space bulls with red eyes. Funny, snarky, and witty! You will never again be able to watch the Space Cowboy footage without laughing (even more).

Chris paused for a moment. "Please tell me you brought lube," he added in a small voice.

"If you had to place a small wager on that," Lance said, an audible grin in his voice, "which way would you bet?"

Chris smacked him lovingly. "Yay for Mr Organised."

"Is that my cool new superhero name?" Lance said dryly. "Here we are." The flashlight's slender but mighty beam illuminated the vast backstage storage area in oddly abstract segments, but Lance had a fair idea where to look, and identified horns a scant millisecond before Chris's excited squeak identified them too. They picked their way carefully over to the bulls.

"Which one's mine? Can you tell? Can we turn it on? I wanna ride!"

"And what are you gonna be if you grow up?" Lance muttered under his breath. He had located a power switch. Anthony was going to kill him. Chris, too, for being the instigator, but him definitely because Anthony would know perfectly well which of them was smooth enough to actually get in here at ass o'clock in the morning and mess about with the meticulously arranged equipment under the rehearsal stage. Hoping he'd done enough good things in his life to merit a kindly welcome at the pearly gates, Lance flicked a switch.

Link to the story: Midnight Rodeo or here