The knock on the dressing room door was soft, and JC smiled. "Come in," he called. He knew who was on the other end of the door.

Lance walked in, grinning from ear to ear. "You blew their minds, babe," he said, wrapping his arms around JC's waist. "You completely knocked them dead."

JC grinned, kissing Lance's cheeks, then his mouth once, lips slightly parted. "Do you think so? Really?"

Lance nodded. "Without a doubt. They were eating out of the palm of your hand before the show was half over."

JC kissed Lance again, this time deeply. "What about you? What did you think?"

Lance just took JC's hand, leading him to the couch. "I think that it's time you show me those thrusts, in my own personal show."

JC straddled Lance's lap. "I can do that."