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“Now that I’ve got you,” Jamie finished for Lance, “I’m not letting you go. Deal with it.”
And then he kissed him, and it was his husband he was kissing, not his boyfriend. He let himself get utterly lost in it, and the next thing he knew, he was having his back patted and being congratulated, and the paparazzi had finally tracked them down, and pictures were being taken.
The next day, Jamie knew, he and Lance would be all over the tabloids, but that should make Lester a little bit happier. The story pretty much wrote itself. Only unlike the story between Ken and Lance, which had been fabricated, this one was sincere. A few careful interviews were given, and this would serve to be the best possible thing for everyone in the band.
So Jamie let himself gaze up adoringly into his new husband’s eyes, and he held him close, and he let the pictures capture it all. He let himself bask in the attention, in the love of a good man, in the fact that he had, somehow, against all the odds, made it.
This was his husband, and he was surrounded by his band. His friends. And he had built it all for himself. No one had handed him a thing, but he had bitten, and clawed, and scratched his way to this place where he was.
As things started to calm down a little, Jamie glanced over at Justin, who was standing off to the side and looking wistfully at the group. At first, Jamie thought that Justin, who was, he’d come to realize, a little bit shy and very quiet, was just uncomfortable with the group, but then he saw where Justin’s eyes were.
“Lance …?” Jamie had been with the group for only about three months at this point, and there were still new things coming up. Lance followed his gaze and then let out a soft sigh as he nodded.
“Yeah. He likes Ken,” Lance kept his voice pitched low so that no one else could hear, only Jamie. “But Ken doesn’t know. And I don’t think Justin wants Ken to know, either.”
Jamie frowned a little. He was so happy, so blissfully happy, and he hated to see anyone as miserable as Justin clearly was. But the man met his eyes and gave him a little bit of a shrug.
“I guess they’ll figure it out,” Jamie murmured, “Or they won’t. But I like Justin. I hope they do.”
Lance let out a soft, utterly seductive little chuckle, one which sent chills down his spine and which threatened to fill Jamie’s whole body with hot, throbbing arousal. When would it end? This desperate need? He hoped never.
“We did, and if we can, then anyone can,” Lance pointed out, and Jamie had to laugh and nod and acknowledge the point.
They had made it. As impossible as that would have seemed at so many points during this crazy ride they’d been on, they were together, bonded for life. Married, and happy, and that was really some sort of miracle all on its own.
“My husband,” Lance murmured, and Jamie clung to the man he loved, in the company of the best friends he’d ever had, and just let himself soak it all in.
