And Bobbie Makes Three

by Karen and LB
© 2002

This was inspired by a photo that was going around of Lance, JC, and Bobbie leaving the hotel together to go to the VMA afterparty.

Okay, so it's the middle of the afternoon. And yes, they have one of the biggest performances of the year tonight. But Lance just couldn't help himself. And Bobbie was so willing . . .

"Josh, you seen my shirt?"

"I think Bobbie's wearing it."

"WHAT? I need that shirt. I was gonna wear it tonight. Shit."

"It's a t-shirt, Lance. You've got like a dozen like it."

"I wanted to wear it TONIGHT, JC. I don't see what she's doing messing around with my clothes anyway when she's got all of yours."

"We're in your room, she needed something to wear. What's so special about THAT shirt?"

" 'Cause I wanted to wear it for the show. I've got enough to worry about without having to figure out what I'm gonna wear at the last minute. I still don't get why she has to wear MY clothes."

"Hey, Bobbie. Did you take Lance's shirt?"

"Yeah. I noticed it was kind of crumpled and I had to iron a crease out of my dress, so I touched it up for him. Why?" Bobbie stands in the doorway, the perfectly pressed t-shirt on a hanger in her hand.

Lance falls backward on the bed, hand over his heart. "You were so close, Bobbie, so close . . . "

Bobbie cocks her head at JC. "What's with him?"

"My fault. I may have given him the impression that you were wearing his shirt."

"Lance, hon, I wasn't gonna wear the shirt you were planning on wearing tonight. You know I'd never do that."

"I know, Bobbie, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a liiiiiiiiiittle nervous about tonight."

Bobbie sits down on the edge of the bed, brushing Lance's hair back from his face. "Sounds like someone needs a back rub."

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah, I SO could." He rolls over eagerly, resting his chin on his hands.

"You're so easy," Bobbie chides. JC glares at her. It's great that they get along and all, but isn't this a little--weird?

"I'm only easy with you, Bobbie. HE has to work for it."

"As well he should." Bobbie looks up at the hovering JC and smiles sweetly. "Got any massage oil?"

Lance lays his head on his arm. This ought to be good. "It's in my bag," he mumbles. "Could you get it, Josh?"

JC grumbles but fetches the requested item. Bobbie thanks him, then taps Lance's shoulder. "Take your shirt off, sweetie." JC groans and debates taking a very long walk.

Lance eagerly strips off his shirt, his eyes on JC the whole time. Yes, this is kind of weird for him, having Bobbie do this, but she's a friend and she's seen him without a shirt before. It's no different than the masseuse who gives them back rubs before their concerts. Lance doesn't see why JC should make a big deal out of this. But it sure is fun to watch him suffer.

Bobbie rubs oil into her hands as she waits for Lance to remove his shirt and lie back down. She sees the look on JC's face and says "Don't worry, hon. I'll do you next."

"Yeah, Josh, she'll DO you after I'm done with her," Lance mumbles into his arm after laying back down.

JC sighs. "You two are so funny. Ever considered taking that act on the road?" He goes over to the chair where he left his walkman and puts on the headset, closing his eyes and listening to the new cuts they're using for tonight's performance, going over the choreography in his mind.

Lance watches JC, then shrugs as Bobbie begins to rub his shoulders. Her touch is firm yet gentle, very professional. But Lance purrs nonetheless. "Mmmmmm, Bobbie, that feels SOOOOOOOOOOOOO good."

"And you need it! How can you dance like this, sweetie? You're like one big knot."

"I feel like it. Everything seemed okay in rehearsal, but still . . . we've never performed the songs like this before and . . . " He peers at JC with one eye, but his friend appears absorbed in his music.

"You'll be fine. The number is great and you know it."

"I know. I guess I'm just a little rattled." He pauses, unsure if he should tell her. Even though Bobbie is closer to JC, she's been a friend to both of them. "It's just that . . . I ran into MARSHALL at rehearsal and he said something really stupid and I know I should just ignore it."

"Well, it doesn't sound like you're having much luck ignoring it. You want to tell me about it?" Lance sighs and turns his head so he is facing JC. "We were taking a break while the monitors were being set up, and I was heading over to talk to Dave Holmes when I heard Mr. Eminem say to one of his posse, 'Check out those fags and their faggy dancing.' I know I shouldn't care what he thinks, but I've had enough."

Bobbie tries not to let her anger show in her hands, keeping them firm and calm against Lance's back. She is, however, furious. "You know I hate that kind of talk as much as you do," she says, soothingly. "But you also know he's just trying to get a rise out of anyone who will listen."

"I know, and that's why I shouldn't let it bother me. But then there's a part of me that hears that word and I can't help feeling . . . you know." He tenses for a moment, then breathes deeply as Bobbie's magic fingers pull the stress from his muscles.

"I know. 2000 and ignorance still prevails. I wish I had some words of wisdom for you, but I don't. Or better yet, some words of wisdom for HIM. Little creep."

"He's just got some chip on his shoulder or something. Thanks, Bobbie. It helped to talk about it. I feel better already. Especially with what you're--ow-- doing."

"Sorry. Try to relax a little more. DEEP breath." Bobbie touches more gently the tight spot, pressing with just the tips of her fingers.

There's a tingling sensation as Bobbie's fingers work the knots out of Lance's shoulder. It's different from the way JC touches him, but it's not unpleasant. Lance does as she says, and when he breathes out he closes his eyes. "That's better. Much better."

Bobbie moves her hands down from Lance's shoulders, finding the mid and lower back much less tight. She continues for a few more minutes, until she thinks Lance might be asleep, or at least heading that way. She gets up carefully and walks over to JC, putting her hand on his shoulder to bring him out of his music induced trance.

He's not sure when the hands stopped, only that they did, but right now Lance can't move. He's so relaxed. Bobbie has been so good to him and JC, covering for them when needed, acting as JC's escort in public, and Lance knows he isn't always nice about it. But right now, he just wants to lie here.

JC looks up and slips off his headset. "You done fondling my boyfriend?" he asks, his voice teasing.

"Your boyfriend seemed to like it."

"Yeah, he did. He needed to relax. You take pretty good care of us."

"I like taking care of you," Bobbie coos, touching JC's hair. "You boys deserve it." She peers over at Lance, whose back is rising and falling with each slow, quiet breath. "But I think it's your turn now. I'm sure you can think of a few ways to help him relax."

JC grins, rising. "I usually can." He gives Bobbie a quick hug.

"I'll see you later," Bobbie murmurs and heads back to her room.

JC stretches out on the bed next to Lance and kisses his shoulder, letting his hand drift slowly over the still slick expanse of Lance's back.

"Mmmmm, Bobbie, you better be careful; JC's watching."

"If I didn't adore you, I'd have to smack you."

"Oooo, I didn't know you were into the kinky stuff, Josh."

"You were much cuter when I thought you were asleep."

"Here, I'm asleep now. Is this what you do when I'm really asleep? You take advantage of me, Josh?"

"Rubbing your back is taking advantage of you?"

"No, rubbing my back is giving me a hard-on."

"Should I get Bobbie back in here? She is, after all, the superior back- rubber."

"Sure, if you want to watch." Lance waits for JC's reaction, then laughs.

"Oh, okay." JC rolls to the edge of the bed to get up.

"Hey, get your ass back here!"

"Just my ass?"

"The rest can come too if it wants."

JC rolls back over and settles next to Lance. "It wants."

"Oh? What else does it want?"

"You."

Lance rolls onto his side, facing JC. He runs a finger down the front of JC's shirt. "Does it know we only have a half hour before we have to leave again?"

"Then why are we wasting time talking?"

"I've been wondering the same thing," Lance says as his mouth closes over JC's and he rolls on top of his friend.

Lance hadn't been kidding about that hard-on. JC can feel it pressing against him, awakening his own. His tongue is already entangled with Lance's as his hands slip again down Lance's back and under the elastic waistband of his sweat pants.

The stress of the afternoon's rehearsal and the anticipation for the awards tonight have given Lance a voracious appetite. He devours JC's mouth with his tongue, as he tugs at JC's shirt.

JC rolls them over again so he can pull his shirt off. In the interest of time, he decides to strip off Lance's sweat pants and shorts as well. And Lance thinks he's the efficient one.

How many times has he lain here like this, with JC looking down at him, and yet he still feels slightly self-conscious. Maybe it's the fear that Bobbie will walk in on them unexpectedly, maybe it's the limited time frame they have to work in, but the tension Lance is feeling is obvious in his noticeable erection.

"Mmm. We'll have to do something about this." JC murmurs as his lips find Lance's again and his hand wraps around Lance's hot member.

Lance moans into the kiss--he can't believe how horny he is right now. And they have a performance to do tonight! His hands are all over JC--touching his face, stroking his hair, running his nails lightly down his back. One massage is all it takes? Lance rolls his eyes in wonder.

JC breaks their kiss to move over Lance's chin to his sensitive throat, kissing and licking his way down. His hand moves over Lance's erection in a practiced rhythm.

All of Lance's nerves are contained in his throbbing member. He feels as though he will explode any minute, but he realizes this is a good way to get ready for tonight, to control what he's feeling. He stares at the ceiling as JC's warm tongue plays over his throat.

JC pauses for a moment to look into Lance's face, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering. Lance aroused is an incredibly beautiful sight.

_Just remember the steps. That's all you have to remember. You know the words. Then he sees JC looking at him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just admiring." JC runs his tongue straight down from the hollow of Lance's throat to the end of his sternum. "Better?"

"Um, yeah." Lance murmurs, trying to throw his concentration back on his lover. Concentrate, Bass. Just like you'll have to do tonight. But still, he can't seem to get his mind off Eminem and the snide remark, and the complexity of tonight's performance and how important it is to show the world they're not some "boy band." He sighs, bringing his hands to JC's chest, but instead of caressing his friend he finds himself pushing him off. "Josh, I-I can't."

"Baby? What's wrong?"

"I dunno. My mind's just not on this. I guess I'm still thinking about tonight."

"I know you better than that. Something else is bothering you."

Lance runs a hand through his hair. "No, that's it." Seeing that JC is not going to let this go, he continues. "Okay, it's really nothing. I don't even know why it's bothering me so much."

"Talk to me, babe. That's what I'm here for."

"Man, I just told Bobbie this, and I feel like an idiot. You're gonna think I'm an idiot. It was just something Eminem said. He called us fags. And I KNOW I shouldn't care, but I dunno, with this number we're doing tonight I feel like I have to prove something."

JC pulls the bedspread over Lance, knowing he hates to have serious discussions while naked. "Babe, there's only one idiot being talked about here, and it's not you."

"I know, I know. Everything you say and everything Bobbie said is true. I just don't know why it's bothering me so much. I just want tonight to be perfect."

"It will be better than that. It will be the best we can be."

"You think? You think we can pull this off? Because I do. Wade wouldn't have suggested we try this if he didn't think we could do it." Now Lance is starting to get excited, like a kid who is about to play a new video game for the first time.

"I KNOW we can do this. And I know who looks amazing in his red pants."

"Justin?"

"Yeah, Justin. Well, except for the 'red pants' part. Oh, and the 'looking amazing' part."

"You don't think I look like a fag in my red pants?"

"You're very butch in that outfit."

"Even with the sequins?"

"Think of the coat I'm wearing tonight. You're worried about sequins?"

"We're gonna really give them something to talk about."

"Let 'em talk." JC leans in to drop a quick peck on Lance's cheek. I hate to say this, babe, but we need to take like the world's quickest shower and get out of here."

Lance groans and falls back against the pillow. "Noooooo, five more minutes."

"Okay. Five more minutes. Like Justin's gonna be ready on time, after all."

"HE'S not the one we usually have to worry about," Lance smirks, pulling JC down for a deep kiss.

JC sinks into the kiss, still amazed after all this time, by Lance's quicksilver changes of mood.

JC's reassurance is all Lance needed to push aside the negative thoughts that had crept into his mind. Maybe a quick one before the awards show is just what he needs. He pushes aside the blanket that JC had thrown over him to allow their bodies contact.

JC pulls back from the kiss, grinning. "We're gonna be so late," he murmurs as he presses his half-clothed body against Lance's naked one.

"Tell Bobbie to call ahead and say she has a hair emergency or something."

"That would require letting go of you. And I'm not gonna do that." JC's lips are against Lance's throat finding all his most sensitive spots.

"We are gonna be SO late," Lance echoes, as he gives in to JC's ministrations.

JC feels the vibrations of Lance's words through his lips and presses harder. "They can't start without us."

"Then WE better get started." Lance reaches between their bodies and cups the slight bulge in JC's pants.

JC feels himself immediately harden at Lance's touch. He dips his head down to Lance's chest, his tongue following the line of Lance's pectoral muscle then spiralling around one small nipple.

Lance arches his back, meeting JC's soft tongue and sighing softly. He brings his hands to JC's hair, fondling the silky locks, parting his legs as his need becomes more urgent.

As JC reaches down to encircle Lance's erection, there's a very loud banging at the door, followed by Joey's voice. "We're leaving in five minutes. You two BETTER be ready."

"I'm ready, but not for that," Lance groans, covering his eyes with his hand.

JC lays his head against Lance's chest. "I am SO making this up to you tonight. But for now--world's fastest COLD shower. Come on."

From that moment on, things are a big blur. Once again, the boys' talent for getting dressed in seconds flat comes in handy as they barely make it down to the limo in time. The awards show is better than Lance expected. It's wild, it's fun, and their number goes over better than anyone expected. Lance leaves the theater feeling incredibly high.

And now, Lance glances over at JC and nods. Bobbie, holding JC's arm, smiles back knowingly. And the night has just begun.

JC smiles back at Lance, inwardly wishing that he could be holding Lance's arm. They all head back to the hotel to change for the party.

Lance follows Bobbie to their suite. "Hey, Bobbie, wait a sec." Puzzled, she turns to him. "I just want to say thanks. Talking to you before the show really helped. You're a good listener."

"No problem, sweetie. It's what I do."

"Well, you do it very well."

"And if I wasn't with JC . . . I mean, if he was . . . you know . . . "

"Straight?"

"Yeah. I would want him to be with you."

Bobbie touches Lance's face. "He's lucky to have you. And he does love you."

"I know. I was so worked up today, though, and you really helped." He covers her hand with his. She really is very attractive, and it's not like Lance hasn't ever been attracted to girls before. He does love Josh, but sometimes . . .

"Lance, honey, what is it?"

They're still in the hallway, and JC is already in the room. Lance pulls Bobbie aside and glances around. They're alone. "Can I ask you something? I mean, if you don't want to I'll understand. It's kind of weird. But I guess I'm just . . .curious."

"You can ask me anything. We're friends, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." He smiles, then turns serious.

"Can I . . . kiss you?"

This is the last thing Bobbie expected. "Um, Lance, I . . . I don't . . . why do you want to kiss me?"

Flustered, Lance stammers, "Oh, um it's not like I . . . I just want to know. I love Josh, you know I love him to death, but I . . . " Maybe it was hearing Eminem call him a fag, maybe it was all the excitement of the day, maybe it was seeing Bobbie and JC sitting together. Lance doesn't know exactly what brought this on, but there it is.

Bobbie steps forward and cups his face. Very gently, very softly, she presses her lips to his. It's over before they know it; Bobbie steps back and smiles, watching Lance's face.

Lance turns his eyes to the floor, then back at Bobbie, his face flushed. "Thanks," he mumbles.

"It's okay, hon." What's one kiss between friends?" She looks up into his eyes and smiles.

Lance moves to the door. "You really are a good friend, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know. C'mon, someone's waiting for you."

JC steps out of the shower, wondering why the suite's still so quiet. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he steps out to find Lance and Bobbie just coming in. He takes in Lance's flushed face, Bobbie's calm demeanor. "What took you so long, guys?"

Lance starts to speak, but Bobbie cuts in. "We were just talking."

Lance knows he can't hide the blush that's crept into his cheeks, so he throws his attention on JC. "Save me any hot water?"

"Nope. But you look like you could use a cold one anyway."

"Maybe that's 'cause you get me all hot and bothered." Lance moves to where JC is standing and wraps his arms around the slightly damp body.

"Even when I'm in the shower and you're in the hall? I AM good."

"Yes you are. And I'm not in the hall now."

"I noticed. I definitely noticed." JC slides his hands around Lance's waist, under the jacket and leans his forehead against Lance's.

"Then do you notice this?" Lance takes one of JC's hands and places it on the bulge at his crotch.

"How could I not notice that?" JC murmurs.

"I'll just go get ready, guys." Bobbie interjects. "Come get me when you're-- um--done ."

"Hey, Bobbie," Lance calls over his shoulder. "Thanks." Bobbie nods and heads to her room. "Now, where were we?"

"Hmm. Right about where you we're gonna tell me why you were all flushed when you came in?"

Lance pulls back. "I-I wasn't flushed. You know, I'm still coming down from the show."

JC keeps his grip on Lance's waist and looks him in the eye. "Lance," he says a little reproachfully. "I know what you're like coming down from a show, and that wasn't it."

Lance shifts his gaze to the wall. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"I don't WANT you to say anything. I just want to know what's got you so jumpy."

"I'm not jumpy. I'm just glad to be with you." When JC's expression doesn't change, Lance pulls free and moves to where he'd left his bag, the one with the clothes he was planning to wear to the party. He knows JC won't let this go, and he also knows he can't keep anything from him. Lance has always made a point of saying how important honesty is to him. "Okay, but promise you won't get mad?"

"I won't get mad." Lance starts sifting through his bag, tossing clothes on the bed. "First of all, it wasn't her fault. I asked her to do it. And it wasn't even a big deal. I just wanted to know what it would be like."

"Lance, you're not making any sense. JC sits on the bed and pulls Lance down beside him. "Whose fault? What WHAT would be like?"

"I kissed Bobbie. I mean, she kissed me. But I asked her to. And it was just a quick kiss, no big deal. I'm sorry, Josh. It really was nothing. I don't even know why I asked her to do it." Lance keeps his eyes averted, because he's afraid of what he might see in his lover's eyes.

JC puts a hand over Lance's. "Should I be worried about this, Lance? Are you planning on switching to girls?"

Finally, Lance is able to look at JC. What he's saying seems so absurd to Lance he laughs. "No, Josh. Heck no. Kissing Bobbie was like kissing my sister."

"Okay, that's an image I didn't need."

"YOU didn't need? How do you think I feel?"

"How DO you feel?"

Lance fumbles with the shirt in his hands. "There's no one else I'd rather kiss than you."

"Then what are you waiting for?" JC grins. "You think I'm sitting here wearing only a towel for my health?"

"It's good to wear a towel. I wouldn't want you catching a cold," Lance says slyly as he turns to him and closes his mouth over JC's lips, lowering him slowly to the bed. He opens and closes his mouth again and again, taking in JC's soft, moist lips. With his face inches from JC, he says softly, "But I think I'd like to see you with this off," as he easily unwraps the towel, exposing JC's quickly forming erection.

JC pushes the sequined corduroy jacket off Lance's shoulders. "I think you need to catch up," he says, brushing a hand over Lance's crotch as he reaches for the button of the matching pants. "Oh, I see you already are."

"It doesn't take much. Not when I'm around you." Lance plunges in for another kiss, this time deep and passionate, using his tongue to express all that he's feeling at this moment.

JC twitches the button open and pulls Lance's shirt out of the waistband, sliding his hands under the shirt to caress the warm, soft skin of Lance's waist. He draws Lance's tongue deeper into his mouth, licking and teasing it with his own.

Lance pulls back and plunges down again, enjoying this little game of tongue tag. He reaches down with one hand and caresses JC's erection, then wraps his hand around it as his mouth travels to JC's ear, which he licks and breaths on with his hot breath.

JC pulls Lance's shirt up, trailing his fingers over Lance's back and chest as he does so, wanting desperately to feel Lance's skin against his own.

Lance sits up only long enough to remove his shirt. But before lowering himself once again, he pauses to look at JC. "How did I get so lucky?" he asks, nearly breathless.

"I thought I was the lucky one," JC replies, crushing Lance to him.

"I think we're both gonna get lucky real soon."

In response, JC guides Lance's mouth back to his, and this time it is he who is plunging his tongue inside, licking the roof of Lance's mouth. He finishes with the zipper of Lance's corduroys and begins easing them down.

Lance raises his hips, giving JC better access, but realizes he's going to have to stand up this time. "Don't move," he murmurs, rising and kicking off his shoes. He wiggles his hips, and the pants slide down to his ankles. Laughing, he slips his feet out and hooks his thumbs inside the waistband of his boxer briefs. He pulls them down just a little, just showing a hint of the skin underneath and the protruding erection straining to be released.

"Tease." JC props himself up on his elbows to watch Lance's little show.

"You think I'm teasing? That wasn't teasing. This is." Lance turns around and lowers the right side of his shorts, revealing one creamy white butt cheek.

JC groans. "Enough. Come back. I want you."

"Boy, you're easy." Lance falls back down on the bed, leaning on his side, facing JC.

"_I'm easy? Didn't take much to get you back over here, did it?"

"You told me to. What was I supposed to do? I'm helpless when it comes to you."

"Helpless? You have me wrapped around your little finger and you know it." JC runs one finger down the center of Lance's chest. "I even let you kiss other people without getting mad."

Lance shivers at the touch, then takes JC's finger and brings it to his lips. "It was just one kiss." To demonstrate, he kisses the tip of the finger, just brushing it with his lips.

"Like that?"

"No. This is better. Much, much better." Lance draws the finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and drawing it out in one, easy stroke.

JC closes his eyes as Lance's mouth engulfs his finger. Lance's every touch drives him crazy and this is no exception. He opens his eyes again to look into the depths of the jade green eyes, darkened with lust. Lance leans back against the mattress, smiles wickedly, and brings the hand he's holding inside his shorts.

JC remains passive, letting Lance control his hand, until his hand brushes Lance's erection. Then, no longer passive, he grasps, touches, strokes.

"Mmmmm." Lance raises his head, watching JC, writhing under his touch. He closes his eyes, letting his head fall back against the bed, and gives in to the sensations.

JC releases Lance's erection and moves to slip Lance's shorts off. He lies back down beside Lance, pulling him closer until they're lying side by side, facing each other, pressed together skin to skin. JC can feel Lance's heart beating against him, and knows Lance can feel his as well.

Lance pulls back and gazes into the smokey blue eyes of his lover. For a long moment, they lie there, not kissing, not talking, just . . . being with each other. Finally, Lance presses his lips against JC, and it's this kiss that reinforces what he already knew: He doesn't need to kiss anyone else. He loves JC and only JC, and nothing anyone says to him is going to lessen that love or cheapen it or make him feel like he's doing something wrong.

JC can feel the change in Lance, the subtle acceptance of who and what he is, as clearly as if he had spoken. And feels the answering change in himself, as if he can open himself to his lover more than ever before.

"I love you, Joshua Scott Chasez," Lance states, when they finally breathe. He states it as an affirmation for what he's feeling inside; he wants it out there, as though he's telling the world this is who I am and if you don't like it, tough.

"I love you too," JC replies with all the considerable passion of his heart and soul. "Now please, please make love to me."

"It would be my pleasure." Lance rolls on top of JC, kissing him once again, and this time reaches down to stroke his lover's long, stiff shaft. His lips move to JC's long neck, the tendons stretched and the skin pulled tight. With his other hand, Lance reaches for the bottle of massage oil, and he holds it in his palm while his lips drift across JC's collarbone, his tongue licking the clean-scented skin.

JC's head digs back into the mattress as he presses his hardness into Lance's hand. His own hands drift over Lance's firm body, one squeezing the roundness of his butt, the other teasing at small, tight nipples.

Lance moans into JC's shoulder and nips lightly at the flesh. He lifts himself up and kneels between JC's legs, pouring a generous amount of the massage oil into the palm of his hand. He takes one of JC's hands and rubs it against his palm, then brings JC's hand to his throbbing erection and smiles shyly.

JC can certainly take a hint, especially when he's being asked to do something he very much wants to do. He rubs the oil carefully over the hot smooth flesh, feeling the hard member twitch in his hands.

Lance closes his eyes and sighs softly, his body rocking in time to JC's strokes. Soon, he removes the hand, clasping it in his own as he brings his other hand between JC's legs, to that small, sensitive spot below his heated member. He just touches the opening, teasing it gently, slicking the oil over it before slipping first one, then two fingers inside.

JC watches Lance's face through hooded eyes, loving the flush that brightens it, loving the intense concentration that animates it. He sighs Lance's name as his body responds, thrusting against Lance's penetrating fingers.

Gently squeezing JC's hand, Lance removes his fingers and positions himself, spreading JC's legs wider, and leans down, burying his face in JC's shoulder as he very slowly pushes inside, holding his breath as he does so. He exhales when he has completely filled JC, and lays there for a few seconds, relishing the sensation of being joined with his lover.

JC pushes upward with his hips as Lance enters him, welcoming his lover. He wraps one arm around Lance's waist and the other cradles Lance's head as he holds him so tightly it's impossible that they could be any closer than they are in this moment.

Slowly, Lance begins to thrust. They're gentle, careful thrusts, and considering all the stress and excitement he's been through today, this surprises even him. But maybe this is exactly what he needed all along. Just a few quiet, loving moments. He reaches between their bodies and wraps his hand firmly around JC's hot erection, stroking it as slowly as his thrusts.

JC feels himself being pressed into the mattress with each thrust. He spreads his legs further, drawing up his knees, to allow Lance to penetrate him even more deeply. He kisses Lance's hair and the side of his face until he reaches one ear, which he nibbles.

Lance squeezes his eyes shut and thrusts deeper into his lover. He pulls out almost completely, then plunges in once again, quicker this time, rubbing JC's heated shaft as he nuzzles his neck.

"So good, baby. So good. Love you." JC has no idea what he's saying, but it feels so right to whisper words of love hotly into Lance's ear.

Smiling, Lance thrusts faster. JC could be reciting the Pledge of Allegiance in his ear and it would excite him. He grips JC's long shaft tighter and pumps harder, knowing they're both close to climax.

JC kisses his way back over to Lance's lips, wanting, needing to claim them, to remind Lance who the ONLY one he should be kissing is. As his mouth closes over Lance's, he feels himself explode in Lance's hot hand, and his cry of pleasure is buried in Lance's mouth.

Sweat pouring from his brow, Lance moans into JC's mouth as his own orgasm tears through him and he pulls away only to be able to cry out as he thrusts again and again, until finally spent he collapses into JC's shoulder, panting and trying to catch his breath. His hand is still on JC's organ, and he lays there for what feels like minutes, not wanting to let go.

JC holds Lance close, listening to two heartbeats gradually returning to normal. When they are finally breathing normally, he brushes a hand through Lance's hair. "Babe, we've got to get out of here. And I need another shower."

Reluctantly, Lance rolls off JC. "So do I. But if we shower together we'll never get out of here. So go on. Get outta my face." He smiles and winks, then collapses against the pillow.

"Fine, but this time I can't make any promises about hot water." JC drops a kiss on Lance's still flushed cheek.

Lance smirks and starts getting his clothes together while JC showers. They are ready in record time, and JC goes to Bobbie's room to collect his "date." As the three head to the lobby, Lance can't stop grinning. He blushes when he looks at Bobbie, and he blushes when he looks at JC.

So here they are, the three amigos walking out of the hotel, Lance still grinning as he thinks of all that has transpired today. As he glances over at JC, he has a feeling they won't be staying at the party very long.

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