Snow White: Bashful
by Karen and LB
© 2002
"You sure you don't want to come out with us, JC? This town's supposed to have some great clubs..." Joey is practically dancing around JC's hotel room, so eager is he to get out.
"Nah, I'm pretty tired. And we've got that interview in the morning. I'm just gonna order a movie and crash."
"Well, if you have to be a stick in the mud and stay in, at least invite Lance over. I'm worried about him. He hasn't said no to clubbing since--well--EVER.
JC smiles to himself. Lance was already SO invited. "Oh, I'm sure he's fine, Joe. Everyone needs a night off now and then. Well, except you..."
"Okay, but you don't know what you're missing." Joey pauses in the doorway. "Last chance, dude."
"Good night, Joey," JC replies pointedly. JC listens as the hallway outside echoes with the sounds of Joey, Justin, and Chris heading out. A few minutes later, he hears the quiet knock at his door that signals Lance's arrival. Letting his lover in, he leads the younger boy to the couch and hands him the remote. "Here, you pick the movie," JC says.
Lance flips through the pay-per-view channels, settling on a movie he thinks they will both like the first ten minutes of. They've done this before--made plans to watch a movie together, but invariably within the first fifteen minutes or so they end up making out. Which is just fine with Lance.
When the movie starts, JC wraps his arms around Lance's waist and lays his head in Lance's lap. Hey manages to stay that way for a few minutes before lifting himself up to kiss Lance. Lance manages to get a glimpse of the clock: 7 minutes--a new Bass- Chasez movie-to-make-out record.
Lance slips his arms around JC's neck, opening his mouth to JC's probing tongue. They kiss for a long time, content to take this night slowly.
JC moves his mouth across Lance's cheek, caressing the soft skin with his lips. His mouth moves to Lance's ear, which he traces with his tongue. Then he whispers "Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want me to do to you."
This kind of talk always produces the usual response for Lance. It's not even so much the words as the way JC says them. So when the color rises in Lance's cheeks it's really no surprise. He rubs JC's back playfully and says, "You know what I like JC. I like everything you do." His eyes return to the TV screen, hoping that will get JC off the subject.
JC is still planting tiny kisses around Lance's ear and in his hair. "Could you be a little more specific, Lance? I wanna give you exactly what you want."
"You are giving me what I want. I like what you're doin' just fine."
"Yeah, that's just what I want to inspire in you, Lance. Fine-ness."
Lance chuckles. "Well, you do. Do we have to talk about it? Can't we just do it?" He places his hand on JC's tight ass and gives it a quick squeeze.
JC sighs. "Again, that's really inspiring, Lance. 'Can't we just do it and get it over with?' I want it to be really special for you--not just 'fine,' but amazing. How can I do that if you won't tell me what you like?"
"But JC, we've been together for a while. You know me, you know what I like." He kisses JC lightly on the mouth. "Every time with you is special."
"Lance, baby, everyone has things they like and don't like, but I can never be sure with you. Some people say they almost come just from having their ears licked." JC traces the curves of Lance's ear with his tongue. "To others, it's just wet. So how about it Lance? What do you like?"
"I like having my ears licked. Is that better? I just don't see why we have to talk about this."
"We don't. You can show me."
"What? JC, you know I love being with you. Isn't that enough?"
"Not when you're hiding from me. So show me, Lance. Show me what you do when you're alone. When we've been apart and you want me, but I'm not there."
"JC! I'm not hiding anything from you. You don't really mean what I think you mean."
"Yeah, I do."
Lance pushes away and stands. "JC, I can't do that. I mean...I don't do that."
"Never, Lance?"
"Well, okay...sometimes. When you're away. And I start thinking about you, and missing you. But that's really private, JC."
"We do private things together all the time, Lance."
"Yeah, we do them with each other. Isn't that what couples do?"
"Yes, and couples do this, too, sometimes."
"JC, I can't believe you're even suggesting this. I...I can't."
"You won't, you mean. When have I ever asked you to do anything for me?"
"You know I'd do anything for you, Josh. I love you. Isn't that enough?"
"Then do this for me, baby. Show me how to love you better."
Lance goes over to the bed and JC follows. "You couldn't love me better than you already do." He takes JC's face in his hands and presses his lips against the older man's.
"I think I could. I want to. So much."
"So this," he kisses JC again, "isn't enough?"
"It's not a matter of enough, Lance. It's wanting to give you more."
"How much more could you possibly give me? You give me this." He touches JC's soft lips with his index finger. "And this." He slides his hand down JC's chest. "And this." He gently cups JC's crotch.
"Yeah, and everything I do is just how I like it. Because you won't tell me or show me what YOU like."
"I-I tell you all the time." Lance feels the heat rise in his face again, as he realizes he's not going to get out of this.
"Baby," JC says coaxingly. "If you won't do this for you, do it for me. Do you have any idea how big of a turn-on this would be?"
Lance's eyes widen and he smiles but looks down at the carpet. "You mean, you want me to jerk off while you watch?"
JC grins. "Lance! I didn't think you even knew those words."
"Shut up. I do too."
"And I didn't even have to ASK you to talk dirty to me."
"Y-you want me to talk dirty to you?"
"Not really. I don't think I could handle that. Bashful little Lance, talking dirty..."
"And that wasn't even really dirty. I mean, it's dirty, but it's not...oh, you know what I mean." Lance rambles on, hoping to make JC forget what it is he wanted Lance to do in the first place.
JC smiles. Lance is so cute when he's embarrassed. "I know what you mean." JC gathers Lance into his arms, whispering into his hair, "I love you, Lance."
Oh, the way JC says that, the way his arms feel around him! Lance buries his head in JC's shoulder and places soft kisses on his shirt, nipping playfully. "Now can we make out and get busy?"
"Lance!" JC's laugh is rich, genuine. "Will you show me what to do? Please?"
Lance runs his tongue along JC's neck. "You make it sound like you've never done it before. Are you going all virgin on me, Josh?" He can feel the heat in his ears as the thought of having JC watch him begins to actually excite him, though he would never admit it.
"Ouch! Anyone ever tell you you've got a mean streak?" JC's tone is a teasing caress. "Why am I even BOTHERING to worry about making it good for you."
"It is good for me," he purrs with a kiss. "It's very, very good." He moves closer to JC, intending to get things going, but JC pulls back.
"Then show me. Show me what makes it good."
Lance swallows, realizing there is no way JC is going to let him get out of doing this. "You really want me to do this." He says it more as a statement, needing to hear himself say it, than as a question. At JC's nod, he stares at his hands. He sighs. "What do you want me to do?"
JC's mouth is dry and he's suddenly hesitant. "I-I want you to do whatever you do when you're alone."
"Okay." It's one word, and he says it so quietly HE can barely hear it. But he does say it because he loves JC and he really would do anything for him, and if JC wants him to do this then he'll do it. But he still can't look at his lover because he's afraid of what he will see there: lust and desire and those blue, blue eyes. And that will make Lance even more self-conscious than he already is.
JC hears the almost whispered response and wonders if maybe he should not have started this in the first place. But then he thinks again about the wall that sometimes seems to separate him and Lance. He wants to break down that wall and something keeps telling him that this is a step in that direction. He leans over to turn off the bedside lamp, dimming the room considerably. The flickering light of the forgotten tv casts a much more comfortable light. He takes Lance's hand in his and squeezes it lightly. "So tell me, Lance," he murmurs, his voice seductive. "How do you start? Do you lie down on your bed? Or maybe you get into the shower... Do you take your clothes off? One piece at a time, like I was there undressing you? Do you put on music? Light candles?"
A slow smile spreads across Lance's face. JC can be so creative. "Sometimes...I'm in the shower. Sometimes I think of what we do in the shower. And sometimes I lay awake in bed when you're not next to me. And...before we...you know...before we realized we were both...I used to think about you all the time when I was alone. I would just close my eyes and imagine what it would be like to be with you, and what it would be like to have you touch me--not like we do in photo shoots or when we're just messing around, but REALLY touch me." He rolls his eyes. "I can't believe I'm telling you this."
JC could listen to Lance's deep, accented voice reading stock exchange tables and find it sexy, but this...this...wow! "I love you telling me" he whispers. "What would you imagine? Would you think about how we might get together? Or would I just mysteriously be there?"
Seeing that JC is turning this into a game, Lance relaxes a bit. He's always loved games, whether they be of the board variety or something more...exotic. He pushes himself back on the bed so that he's leaning against the headboard. One hand rests on his stomach, the other gestures while he speaks. "Well, sometimes I'd make up these silly fantasies. Like I'd be laying here, by myself, and all of a sudden you'd come bursting through the door to surprise me. Or sometimes it would be like I could just make you appear by magic. Like if I thought about you enough you'd just be here." He pulls his knees up and grins. "'Cause you know, when you're away, I get so horny."
JC stretches out on his side, head supported by one hand. "You do? You miss me when I'm not here? What do I do when you conjure me up?" he asks with a slow smile.
Lance chuckles softly, shyly. "Josh, I miss you when you're on the other bus for a five-minute ride to the venue." He gazes up at the ceiling. "You...first, you tell me how much you missed me. And that you'll be my love slave." He pauses. "Just kidding. Well, not really." He watches JC's face to see if he's smiling. "Then you kiss me. For a long time." Just the thought of JC's lips pressed against his cause Lance to have to shift his legs against the stirring in his groin.
"Close your eyes." When Lance complies, JC lightly lifts himself to hover over Lance and kisses him carefully, attentively. Holding himself so only their lips are touching, he draws first the top lip then the bottom between his own, then lingeringly kisses both, tracing the shape of Lance's mouth with a gentle tongue. "Like that?" JC whispers, moving back to his former position. "Then what?"
Lance keeps his eyes closed for a minute, stunned by the power of JC's kiss. "Wow." His whole body is tingling, yearning for more. He licks his lips, wanting to savor the taste of JC on his mouth and finally opens his eyes, needing to confirm that JC is actually here; for a moment he was so caught up in the fantasy he almost believed it was just that. "Then you kiss my neck. You know how much I love having my neck kissed."
"Yes, I do." JC hadn't planned on making this a participatory event, but Lance's voice and his words are so seductive. And Lance seems to be relaxing and getting into this more than JC would ever have hoped. He waits until Lance's eyelids lower again, then he bends close to him and plants tiny kisses on his throat. When Lance arches his neck, JC lets his kisses get bigger, more open, until he is licking and nibbling the length of the strong, tight tendons. Then he runs his tongue over the prominent adam's apple, feeling Lance squirm under his touch, feeling the vibrations of the small sounds he's making deep in his throat. JC pulls back, lies down again, and gazes at his lover's profile in the dim, soft, unsteady light.
"Ohhhhhhh," Lance moans softly. These teasing kisses are starting to drive him wild with desire. But he also knows that there's only so far he can get with words. Eventually, JC's going to want to see more. "Then, you...reach under my shirt." He plays with the hem of his shirt, as if undecided about what to do next.
"Show me how." JC whispers, encouragingly. He touches Lance's hand. "What do I do?" Lance's eyes shift to the wall and he gradually slips one hand inside his shirt, which rides up revealing a patch of pale, smooth skin. The hand roams over his chest until it finds one soft, small nipple. He toys with the hard bud and then moves on to the other nipple, knowing JC's eyes are on him, watching intently.
JC licks his lips unconsciously, recalling the taste of Lance's skin. "Wha--" He has to clear his throat to speak, and it still comes out husky. "What else am I doing? Am I still kissing you?" he asks as he edges closer.
"Yes," Lance whispers. "You're kissing me, and your tongue is...you know...." He licks his lips unconsciously, as though he can taste the tongue in his mouth.
JC leans in and presses his mouth to Lance's, slipping his tongue between lips and teeth to taste Lance's sweet mouth. His hand drops lightly on top of Lance's carefully, learning exactly how Lance is touching himself. They stay like that for long moments before JC breaks their kiss to whisper "What next?"
Lance steals one more kiss before answering. With JC so close, he fights the urge to grab him and end this game right here and now. But he sees in JC's eyes how much he's enjoying watching Lance. And that excites him even more. He lifts his shirt slowly, until finally pulling it off completely. For a moment he holds it over his chest, then tosses it aside. JC has seen him naked dozens of times, but somehow Lance feels more exposed now. "You, um, start to work your way down," he says softly, running his fingers lightly over his chest, and down to his stomach.
JC watches, enthralled. He's never really WATCHED Lance before. Usually they're doing things to each other, and there's no time to just look, but now, he's struck by the unconscious sensuality of Lance's movements. Especially his hands. JC has always loved Lance's hands. Even before he realized he had other-than-brotherly feelings toward Lance, he'd found himself admiring those long, shapely fingers. "And now? What am I doing now?"
Lance wonders how JC manages to do this? How does he get Lance to do things that he never thought he'd be doing with someone watching? Even at photo shoots, sometimes JC can just look at Lance and Lance will smile and the photographer will make some comment about how hot he looks. So with JC's eyes glued on him. Lance fingers the elastic of his sweats. "Now, you..." and he looks down feeling the heat rise in his face once again as his hand works its way inside his pants.
JC tries to breathe normally, but it's a struggle. When he asked Lance to do this, he'd had no idea how hot it would make him. His groin is aching, the bulge pressing against his zipper, and he adjusts himself so he's pressing against the bed because he doesn't want to take Lance's mind off what he's doing. He presses a kiss into Lance's cheek, just in front of his ear, and whispers "Now I...?"
Goose bumps appear on Lance's arms when JC's hot breath hits his ear. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath. "You slide your hand inside my pants and touch me, just with your fingertips." He feels his own fingers through his shorts, and his knees jerk slightly at the touch.
JC lets out a moan just envisioning those perfect fingers, now hidden beneath Lance's sweat pants, caressing that perfect erection. He lays his head on Lance's shoulder watching him and breathing in the scent of his skin. "Tell me more...."
Lance is glad he wore his sweats to JC's room, planning on a night of movie watching and messing around. Anything tighter and he'd be tearing them off. With JC's head so close Lance feels like he could come any minute. But he doesn't. He can tell from JC's breathing that he's enjoying every minute of this. As self-conscious as Lance feels, making JC happy helps him overcome any embarrassment. At least, Lance hopes he's enjoying this. "Well, now you take off my pants." He removes his hand with a quiet gasp, and removes the sweats, leaving his sport shorts on and cupping his erection through the fabric.
JC, without even realizing it begins caressing Lance's chest, unconsciously imitating Lance's earlier movements, touching Lance the way he likes to be touched. His eyes are glued to the hand cupping and caressing the huge bulge in Lance's shorts, the memory of what that feels like blazing in his mind so brightly he can almost feel it himself.
Lance bites his lip when JC's fingers touch his nipples, his hands warm against his skin. He raises his hips off the mattress and slides the shorts down over his legs. He sighs when his erection is free from the constricting garment, and he once again brings his hand to the throbbing organ.
JC raises his head so he can look down into Lance's face. The light is too dim for him to see the flush that he knows is coloring Lance's cheeks, but he can see his expression, and that's enough. He kisses both tightly shut eyelids and returns his attention to Lance's hand on his stiffness.
"Josh, I can't..." Lance whispers, glancing up, but then he sees the gleam in JC's eyes and knows that his lover is completely aroused. So he begins to draw his fingers along his hardened shaft, up to the tip and back down, while his other hand fondles the sac below.
JC presses his own erection harder into the bed. He never dreamed watching someone else's arousal could be so exciting. But then, no one else is Lance. He watches in fascination the precise movements of Lance's hands as he strokes and caresses himself.
Lance makes a fist around his cock and rubs the moist tip in a circular motion with his thumb. He still can't bring himself to look at JC, so he closes his eyes and imagines JC's hand in place of his own. He draws his knees up close; he suddenly realizes how naked he is and how...exposed he feels. But he continues, knowing that JC is probably just as aroused as he is.
JC wraps his hand lightly around Lance's, following and learning his rhythm. His mouth finds Lance's again, tasting his lips, probing deeply with his tongue.
Lance moans into the kiss, surprised at JC's action. He begins to slide his hand up and down the shaft, tightening his grip, while his tongue tangles with JC's.
JC loves to hear--to FEEL--Lance moan. He intensifies the kiss, pushing his tongue even deeper into the warm, sweet wetness of Lance's mouth, and tightens his grip on Lance's stroking hand. Lance writhes under the hands holding him. He tries to free his hand from under JC's, but JC's grip keeps him there, and truth be told he loves the sensation. He's close now, so close to release that he needs to grab onto something, so he grips the back of JC's neck as he kisses him, pulling him closer. JC pulls back, knowing how close Lance is, wanting to see Lance's face. "Come for me now, baby, come..."
Lance grits his teeth. Normally, he's a little embarrassed doing this even in private. He knows everyone does it, but still--each time he does this he can hear his minister talking about the immorality of self- gratification. And with JC watching him he can't help but think he's suddenly going to lose it and not be able to finish what he started. So he rubs harder and faster, gasping and biting his lip to keep from screaming. It's JC, he tells himself. It's that sexy guy over there. The one you make love to. The one who touches you in ways no one else has ever done. The man you LOVE. And it's that thought that drives him over as he feels the hot, sticky fluid streak across his stomach, and his body convulses. "Oh, Josh," he cries.
JC watches the emotions flood over Lance's mobile face. He cradles his love to him as he comes, whispering words of love. Spent and more than a little embarrassed over the mess on his body, Lance falls limp in JC's arms. He shakes his head, amazed at what he just did. If JC asked him to run down the hallway naked now, he'd probably do it. He'd do anything for this man.
JC holds Lance to him tightly, kissing his forehead, his brows, his hair, murmuring "That was amazing, Lance. Thank you."
Lance half smiles. "So are you saying it was good for you too?"
"Oh, yeah." JC brushes Lance's damp hair back from his face.
"How good?"
"How good? I came just watching you and listening to you."
"You did???" Lance hooks his fingers inside the waistband of JC's pants and peeks inside. "Wow, you did." He smiles and contemplates it for a minute. "But wait a second. That's not fair." At JC's puzzled expression, he grins and adds, "I didn't get to watch."
"Next time, baby. Next time."