Birthday Suite
by Karen and LB
© 2002
We had a request a while back for a "what they did on JC's birthday" story, so here it is.
Lance wonders what to do as he paces the bus. First Joey's leg. Now pneumonia. With all that happened, Lance hadn't had a chance to even think about JC. What could he possibly get at this late date? Then it hits him.
*****
A quarter of a century. That's, like, OLD. JC peers into the mirror, expecting to see lines and gray hair, and is somewhat relieved to see his own, familiar visage looking back at him.
*****
Lance hangs up the phone, satisfied. One thing to check off his list. Now all he has to do is get JC there.
*****
JC sighs and turns away from the mirror, wondering how long it will be before Lance realizes he could have someone younger. Then he chides himself for being so morose. Lance loves him--he KNOWS this.
*****
The only thing that's going to mess this up is the guys. Well, most of them. Lance still feels horrible about Joey. But with all that's going on now, JC NEEDS this. "Promise you'll let me do this," he begged Chris and Justin. They reluctantly complied, wanting to celebrate JC's birthday together, but only on the condition that as soon as Joey was better they'd all go out. So after making a few final arrangements, Lance sends the note over to JC, who is having dinner with some friends. (Lance had told JC he had some business to take care of.) So after JC is finished eating, the waiter approaches with a folded-over piece of paper: "There's a car waiting outside. Get in. L"
JC smiles. There's nothing like Lance when he gets all mysterious. He tucks the note in his pocket and says goodbye to his friends. One more sip of wine and he's out of there. As promised, the car is waiting and he climbs in, already tingling in anticipation.
The car drives a short distance to a hotel on the other side of town, away from where the boys are officially staying. It's posh, but since most fans think they're staying somewhere else, there is no one in the lobby when JC arrives. The concierge, spotting the young man, motions to the bellhop, who approaches JC and says, politely, "Sir, will you please follow me?" He leads JC to the elevators and rides him up to the top floor, then down the hallway to the end, where he opens the door to a large, tastefully decorated suite. He walks silently through the main room to a door off the left, and when he slides open the double doors he reveals a large bedroom, lit by several candles, soft jazz music playing on the speakers. There's a king-sized bed up against the far wall, the covers turned down and brand-new pajamas laid out. Also on the bed are plush stuffed animals: a giraffe, a monkey, and a cuddly teddy bear. The bear is holding another note. Smiling, the bellhop turns to JC. "Enjoy," he says, then leaves.
JC spins slowly around, taking in everything. The candles cast soft, shimmering shadows on everything and give off a sweet but not cloying scent. He walks to the bed and sits, touching everything gently, then taking the note from the bear's paws.
"Dear Josh, I didn't know what to buy you that you don't already have. Or could buy. I wanted to give you something that you can't just call and order, that you can't pick up at any store. The one thing we never seem to have is time to ourselves. And I know how much you like to sleep. So that's what I'm giving you. One perfect night for you to sleep as much as you want. I'll see you tomorrow. And I'll visit you in your dreams. Love, Lance
P.S. You'll get your other present tomorrow. Yes, there's more."
JC smiles and runs his fingers over the words "Love, Lance" as if Lance could feel the touch. He sits for a while, then decides to shower. He spends a long time under the spray, then dries himself and slips into the clean pajamas. He gets a beer out of the minibar and sits on the couch in the living room of the suite just absorbing, breathing in the unaccustomed solitude. Finally, he returns to the bedroom, blowing out candles as he moves about the room, inhaling the birthday candle scent of the extinguished flames. He slips between the expensively smooth sheets, taking up only a small portion of the large bed. As he turns out the light and gathers the teddy bear into his arms, his last conscious thought is "There's only one thing missing."
*****
Lance passes the night quietly with the guys--they see a movie, they eat dinner, and then Lance heads back to the hotel. He sets up his wake-up call, knowing he'll have plenty of time before JC wakes up the next morning for phase II.
*****
It's noon when JC does awaken. As his eyes slowly open, he instinctively reaches out for Lance, but his hands close over the stuffed giraffe. Cute, but certainly no substitute for what he really wants. His hand almost knocks over the doll propped on the pillow. It's a small Lance marionette, the strings cut off and the hands holding a piece of paper with an arrow pointing to the left. JC smiles at the miniature Lance and looks in the direction indicated.
Seated in a large armchair against the wall is another Lance marionette, this one larger, again with its strings cut off, again holding a piece of paper with an arrow pointing to the left. JC crawls out of bed and stumbles over to the chair, then turns left, aching with curiosity.
Leaning against the door to the main room is the largest of the Lance marionettes. This time the note he holds reads, "This way to your present."
JC chuckles. "You STILL look evil, dude," he says to the marionette, then he moves the doll and opens the door. Lance reclines on the couch, wearing nothing but a plush bathrobe cinched with a huge, red satin ribbon tied into a bow. When he sees JC, he smiles. "Good morning, birthday boy."
JC leans in the doorframe. "Hey, you." He admires the picture Lance makes on the couch, then pushes away from the doorway and walks slowly over.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Very." JC sinks to his knees next to the couch.
Lance reaches a hand out to caress JC's face. "Good. I wanted you to have one night just to yourself. No distractions."
"Thank you. It was great. I missed you, but it was great."
"I missed you too. But now, I'm all yours."
JC moistens his lips and leans closer. "All?"
"Every molecule."
JC can feel Lance's breath on his face and he bends just close enough to brush a feather- light kiss against Lance's soft lips.
Lance kisses back, just grazing JC's mouth with his lips. JC pulls back just enough to look down into Lance's smiling green eyes. He leans forward and very lightly licks the slightly parted, pink lips.
Lance tries to touch JC's tongue with his own, but each time JC evades him. He smiles, enjoying this game of tag, until he finally does captures JC's tongue with his mouth and draws it in.
JC lets himself be drawn in, entangling his own tongue with Lance's. He resists the urge to climb up on the couch, on top of Lance, at least for the moment. He wants to take his time, to make this day last.
Lance places his hands on JC's face, needing to touch him, to feel his warmth. He knows JC feels old, and he wants to do everything possible to make him feel as young as he is.
JC finally breaks the kiss, smiling down at Lance. "So, do I get to unwrap my present?"
Holding his arms out, Lance says, "Go to it."
Biting his lip, JC carefully unties the ribbon, letting the robe fall open, revealing a strip of smooth, tanned skin. Lance feels the blush creep into his face. Although he very much wanted to do this for JC, he's still a little self- conscious about this approach.
JC sees the blush. "Aw, honey, am I embarrassing you?"
"N-no," Lance stammers, not wanting to spoil the mood. "It's just that...when you look at me like that...I get...you know."
"But that's a good thing, isn't it? I like getting you all...you know."
"You don't even have to try."
"Still? Even though I'm getting all old?"
"YOU are not old. Look at you--you're the most gorgeous man alive. Do you know how hard it was for me to be away from you for a whole night?" He glances down at himself. "Uh, I guess you can see."
JC follows Lance's gaze. "I sure can. I, um, missed you, too." JC says, guiding Lance's hand down to his own, somewhat prominent erection.
Lance smiles. "You sure did." He cups the bulge, then begins to rub it rhythmically before taking JC's hand and pulling him up to the couch. When JC is seated, Lance drops to his knees beside him and rests his head on JC's knees. "I can take care of that for you."
JC brushes his hand over the soft prickliness of Lance's hair. "You always take good care of me."
"I like taking care of you." He slides his hand up JC's thigh to his crotch. "And I like taking care of this."
"A guy could get spoiled," JC purrs.
Lance parts JC's legs and snuggles between them. "I wouldn't want it to spoil. So I better take care of it." He loosens the drawstring on JC's pajama bottoms and reaches in, caressing the very prominent erection contained within.
At the light caress, JC's erection twitches, and he lets out a little sound somewhere between a sigh and a gasp.
At the positive reaction, Lance rubs just the heel of his hand up and down the long shaft, keeping his eyes turned upward to study JC's face.
JC gazes down, meeting Lance's gaze with his own, lust-clouded one. He bites his lower lip, smiling as his lids droop, hooding his eyes.
JC's romantic, lust-filled expression is hypnotic. He might feel old, and his eyes might reveal a man who's lived a lot of life in such a short time, but JC's toned, lean body tells a different story. Lance licks his lips and then flicks his tongue at the very youthful, very energetic erection straining for attention. And Lance intends to give it every ounce he has.
JC reaches to take one of the hands resting on the couch next to him, squeezing it firmly but tenderly. He lets his head fall back against the couch back slightly, still holding it up enough to watch Lance's face as he considers his next move.
Lance squeezes back and then wraps his tongue around the stiff organ as though it was a popsicle, licking up its length with just as much desire. When he reaches the tip, he opens his mouth and touches it with his moistened lips, then takes it in, one inch at a time.
"Mmmmakes me feel so good," JC sighs, this time letting his head fall back and roll against the couch. He's still clutching Lance's hand like a lifeline.
Lance swirls his tongue around the thick shaft as he rises and falls, taking his time, listening to the melodic sounds JC makes and loving the vibration it sends through his body.
JC strokes Lance's hair as Lance engulfs him in his warm, wet, and very talented mouth. Each movement of Lance's tongue sends shivers down JC's spine, and JC moans his pleasure in little nonsense syllables.
Soon, Lance lifts his head, watching JC intently, then leans back on his hands, his robe fully open, and says, "Come get your present."
"Just what I always wanted," JC says as he practically falls on top of Lance in his eagerness.
Lance pulls JC down to the floor, unbuttoning his shirt all the while. "But if you'd rather have a puppy..."
"Well, now that you mention it..."
"Fine, I'll just have to return this," Lance says, moving as though to get up and leave.
"Don't. Even. Think. About. It." JC says, gripping Lance tightly around the waist.
Lance relaxes in JC's grip as he falls back against the floor. "So you want to keep it?"
JC crawls on top of Lance, pinning him with his eyes. "It's the best birthday present ever. Better than a puppy."
"And I'm housebroken."
"And very, very cute."
"Not as cute as a PUPPY."
"Cuter."
"Well, if you scratch behind my ears I'll lick you."
"You already licked me."
"Hmmm, then I'll just have to do this." Lance pulls JC down on top of him, parting his lips and flicking his tongue against JC's moist lips, then capturing his lover's mouth in a long, deep kiss.
JC responds passionately, undulating his body against Lance's, feeling the heat build between them. He's consumed with need, with want, and with the certainty that both will be assuaged as no one else could ever do.
Sensing JC's desire, Lance slips his tongue inside JC's mouth, exploring, probing, enticing, as his hands lower JC's pajama bottoms, exposing his throbbing erection.
As he fells himself being freed, JC deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue deeply into Lance's waiting mouth, tasting him as if for the first time.
Lance draws his knees up, thrusting his hips up to JC while squeezing the firm muscles of his lover's ass. His hands slide upward under JC's shirt, gently stroking the smooth planes of JC's back.
JC pulls back to gaze down at Lance. "I want you so bad," he whispers, grinding their erections together. "Do we, um, have any, um..."
Smiling, Lance fumbles for his pocket and locates the lubricant he put there for this very reason. "It's part of the package."
"You're brilliant," JC says as he takes the tube from Lance. "Brilliant, and sexy and totally hot. And cuter than a puppy."
"And I don't bite. Unless you want me to."
"Like this?" JC dips his head to take one nipple between his teeth, nibbling lightly at the hard peak.
Lance moans deeply. "Yes. Oh yes." With his hands still underneath JC's shirt, he grips JC's waist, pulling him close.
That voice urges JC on as nothing else could. He nips a little harder, then uses his tongue to soothe and repeats the pattern. Meanwhile, his hand slips down between their bodies to stroke Lance's hot stiffness.
Lance's head falls back against the floor and he closes his eyes, savoring the sensation of JC's tongue on such a sensitive area. The pleasure/pain of the tongue and teeth cause Lance's member to spring to life in JC's hand, and he squirms with delight beneath JC's warm body.
JC shifts to give his attention to Lance's other nipple, pausing over Lance's heart to feel the strong beat through his lips. His hand continues its steady stroking, finding the right pace and pressure to quicken Lance's breathing to shallow pants.
Lance brings one hand up to JC's head, which he cradles against his chest. Everything feels so good, so perfect. One year older and JC is still as amazing as he was when Lance first met him.
That one small gesture of Lance touching his head so tenderly makes JC feel utterly cherished. He kisses Lance's chest one more time and lifts his head to gaze up at Lance's face. At the same time he shifts himself off Lance to allow his hand more movement over Lance's erection.
Lance's fingers trail to JC's cheek as he gazes into his lover's blue eyes. They sparkle with the love they reflect from Lance, love that Lance tries to convey with every touch. Even as JC strokes him, Lance could be here fully clothed, just talking to JC, and he'd still feel as much love for the man as he does now that they're about to make love.
JC watches the emotions flicker over Lance's face and smiles. With his knee, he nudges Lance's legs apart and lets his hand slip deeper, fondling Lance's balls and caressing the tender flesh beneath them.
His voice catching in his throat, Lance remains silent in anticipation of the pleasures to come. The heat generated between his legs spreads quickly through his body until he feels like his hair will catch fire. His hands reach up to JC's chest, stroking the soft skin, toying with the tiny peaks of JC's nipples, urging him on.
JC dips his hand deeper, teasing at the small opening for a moment, before withdrawing his hand and reaching for the lube. He coats his fingers with the slick substance, then slides his hand between Lance's legs again, watching his face carefully as he pushes a finger into the opening.
Lance shuts his eyes, savoring the invasion, eager for more. His lips part as he pants softly, moaning quietly as JC penetrates further.
As aroused by Lance's reactions as by any touch, JC adds another finger, thrusting rhythmically, working out the tightness.
Opening his legs wider, Lance brings his hand to JC's own twitching erection, which he strokes in the same rhythm JC uses.
JC fumbles with his free hand for the lube, whispering "Hold out your hand."
Opening his eyes and biting his lip, Lance does as asked. JC squeezes lube onto Lance's hand and, tossing the tube aside, guides the hand back to his own erection.
Lance forgets his own pleasures momentarily as he throws his concentration into covering every inch of JC's long, hot organ. And even when he's sure it's completely lubricated, he continues to stroke it.
JC withdraws his fingers and stills Lance's hand on his own erection. He rolls on top of Lance, looking down into the vivid green eyes. Then he lifts Lance's legs and presses into him.
His heart pounding in his chest, Lance raises his hips, inviting JC in, urging him in. He reaches down to JC's ass and presses him in further.
JC smiles softly and drops his mouth to Lance's even as he sinks deeper and deeper into his hot, tight passage.
Lance moans into the kiss, parting his lips and willing JC's tongue to penetrate his mouth as his pulsing organ penetrates his body.
And JC does just that, pushing his tongue deep into Lance's moist, waiting mouth. As he starts to move in Lance, his tongue follows the same rhythm and he sighs in pure pleasure.
Their tongues intertwined, their bodies intertwined, Lance loses all coherent thought and revels in the pleasure of their closeness. He breaks the kiss, panting, "Josh, oh baby, I love you so much."
JC touches Lance's face with one hand. "Love you, too," he whispers, pumping into Lance a little more powerfully.
Lance grunts with each thrust, feeling his climax building, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. They're alone--no one to bother them, no one to intrude on this perfect intimate moment.
JC snakes his hand down between their straining bodies and enfolds Lance's erection in his hand, stroking even as he thrusts into the heat surrounding him. He wants this to be every bit as good for Lance as it is for him.
Arching his back, Lance gasps at the touch. He almost reaches out to JC's hand, but then stops himself and takes a deep breath. "Josh, oh Josh..."
JC drops his head onto Lance's shoulder, turning it so he can kiss the damp, succulent neck. He's very close to climaxing, and struggles for control, wanting to take Lance with him.
Lance grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as his climax hits him in fiery force, burning its way through his body and exploding into JC's hand.
JC practically sobs against Lance's neck, so intense is his orgasm. He manages to keep stroking Lance, wanting to make his climax as powerful as possible also.
Lance throws his arms around JC, holding him tightly, as though JC will suddenly get up and leave. "Darlin' that was amazing, amazing," he murmurs, as the final wave of his orgasm subsides.
"Mmmm. Yeah. Amazing."
Stroking JC's back in a soothing rhythm, Lance listens to their quiet, easy breathing as they both come down from the high of their lovemaking. "So, do you still feel old?"
"Nope. Not at all. You make me young."
"I guess we'll just have to keep making love every day. So you don't get old."
JC grins. "I can live with that." He rolls off of Lance and stretches out on the floor.
"We have the room for the whole day, you know."
"So we can get off this floor and crawl into bed and order things from room service?"
"Yeah, but don't eat too much. We're taking you out tonight."
"I haven't eaten since last night, dude. And we just burned a LOT of calories."
"True. And we did work up an appetite. But you're gonna love where we're taking you."
"Babe, you could take me to McDonalds, and I'd be happy just being with you."
"You're real low maintenance, you know that?"
"Not if you don't feed me soon," JC replies with his most pathetic look.
"Aw, darlin', don't worry--I'll take care of all your needs."
"I need chocolate chip pancakes."
Lance falls into JC, laughing. "JC, don't ever change. No matter how old you get."
"You expected me to ask for grits?"
Lance lifts his head and rolls his eyes. "Next year."
"Next lifetime, maybe."
Smacking JC playfully on the chest, Lance pulls them both to their feet. "C'mon, old man, I'll buy you breakfast. But on my birthday, it's grits for everyone!"
"Spending your birthday alone, dude?"
"No way. I'd give up grits for life if it meant waking up next to you every day."
"I love you too, " JC says as he leads Lance to the bed, the phone and the room service menu.