"You said I was huge! In an interview! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is?"
Lance grinned evilly at his cell phone, and schooled his voice carefully. "You're the one who was filmed in Speedos. And, I mean, damn!"
"You know very well that was—that I was—that they—"
"Made you stuff a couple socks in there so there'd be something to see?"
There was another squawk of rage from Justin. "You know exactly how big my dick is!"
"Now, I thought we never saw each other naked. You did say that, right?"
"That was a long time ago. Besides. Ain't nobody's business."
"Nope," Lance agreed, "not until you show up on film with a bulge like you stuck a ferret down there." He very nearly giggled, then, remembering Dirk's aptitude for exploring. He would not have wanted those tiny claws and teeth anywhere near his own crotch. "And besides, the guy asked me. You want I should tell him it was only a prosthetic, that your actual equipment isn't anything special?"
"I—no!" Justin had obviously realized he couldn't win this one.
"See, really, I did you a favor. Okay, you'll prob'ly get hit on by a few guys now, but you gotta be used to that, right? And it's not like it was bad publicity."
"No, but—"
"I mean, it's good for your reputation, right?"
"Uh..."
"So we're good," said Lance, firmly. "Unless there's something else you wanted to say?"
"Well, see, I thought, I thought maybe—"
"Come on, J, out with it."
"I thought maybe you got me mixed up with someone else." Justin sounded mortified, and a little bit hurt. "I thought maybe you forgot."
"Well," said Lance. "It has been a long time."
"I could—come over and remind you?"
"Huh. I guess you could do that."
"So are you free... tonight?"
"Well, I was gonna—but for you, Justin, I will clear my schedule. I'll see you tonight. Bring pizza. We can watch the sunset together." Grinning, Lance ended the call with a flourish.
He loved it when a plan worked out.