Commercial Break
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Inspired by the People's Choice Awards. And (of course) by one of our bizarre conversations. We felt bad for cute little Mandy Moore getting "stuck" presenting with Billy Gilman, and suddenly there was this conversation between Mandy and her Mom...
How would you look if you got stuck with Billy Gilman? It's like being stuck at the kid's table. Poor Mandy!
"But mom, I'm NOT a kid!"
"Someday, you'll thank me for this. William is quite the charmer."
But MO-OM! The Cutest Boy on the Planet is here, and HE gets to sit with the grown-ups!
"He's too OLD for you, dear. William has such promise. I mean, look at those 'N Sync boys--look at that hair!"
"Yeeah, but, but LOOK AT HIS TEETH!"
"He'll get braces. Or cosmetic dentistry. Half this room has had cosmetic dentistry."
"I don't care. He's GEEKY!"
"Mind your manners. He may be geeky now, but so was that boy Lance Bass you keep staring at, and look at him now. Except for the hair."
"MOOOOOOOOM!"
"Stop whining. You'll make your face wrinkle."
"What's it matter if I keep getting stuck with icky boys."
"Billy Gilman is not 'icky'. Now, if I put you with Aaron Carter, that would be, as you so eloquently put it, 'icky'."
"At least he doesn't have braces."
"I hear he did. And really bad hair. Personally, I think he's a little on the fruity side. Cute, but fruity."
"And too young for me. Mom. You've gotta stop treating me like a baby."
"Lance Bass is too young for you? Mandy, dear, you're barely 17."
"Lance? No, no. Aaron Carter!"
*****
"Hey, JC, pssst--why does Mandy's mom keep staring at us? Do I have something on my face?"
"Everyone stares at you, baby, cause you're the cutest boy on the planet."
"JOOOOSH!" <blush>
"What?" <grin>
"Stop acting so innocent. We're at an AWARDS show, for gosh sakes!"
"Innocent?"
"Yeah, like that! You just did it!"
"Who, me?"
"Is there anyone else here trying to act innocent?"
"I thought that was your specialty."
<blush> "My specialty is keeping you in line. Why do you think I didn't want to sit next to you?"
"Because you secretly have a mad passion for my 'girlfriend'?"
"Oh yeah, it's been a ploy all along--to use you to get to her. Yeah, right."
<grin> "So you admit it."
"Yeah, in fact me and Bobbie just did it in the men's room."
"Gee, thanks, Lance. THAT's an image I really want to carry around with me."
"You started it."
"Oops! Now what are we gonna do about this scary image in my head?"
"Replace it with something a little less scary? Like me doing it with YOU in the men's room?"
"Now THERE's an idea."
"Then if you like that image, you'll like this one: I slip out to the men's room. You follow, but not right away. I give the attendant a few bucks to keep the room empty and when you come in, I strip you naked, put you up on the counter, and have my way with you."
"I like the way you think."
"Wait for the next commercial break; after you see me get up, count to 30 and follow."
"Such planning. Have you done this before?"
"Yeah, with all my other lovers who I've brought to award shows. What do you think?"
"You could write a how-to article for Bop."
"You want everyone to know? Then everyone will be running to the men's room and we'll never have any privacy."
"You think of everything. One of the many reasons why I love you."
"Just tryin' to look out for you. Ready?"
"Ready."
The commercial break comes and Lance rises, heading for the aisle on his left. Lonnie starts to follow him; Lance turns to him and says, "Lonnie, I think I can go to the men's room by myself. I'll be back in five." Lonnie stares at him, expressionless, then nods. Lance scurries up the aisle, finds the restroom, and seeing that it's empty hands the attendant a $20 bill. Lance slips inside and waits, already feeling restless.
JC realizes that Lonnie's probably not gonna fall for another "men's room trip" so he starts clearing his throat and coughing and finally excuses himself, clearly needing a drink. He moves past the discreetly turned back of the men's room attendant and enters the men's room, jittery with anticipation.
Lance had hidden himself behind the door and now jumps out, throwing his arms around JC from behind. "It's about time you got here. We have about five minutes before Lonnie comes busting in here."
JC grins. "There's the counter. And here I am."
Lance moves fast. In seconds, he has JC's jacket off and tosses it on the floor. But he knows they don't have time for foreplay or getting totally naked, so he grabs JC, pulling him close, and kisses him hard, his mouth hungry for his lover's thick, wet tongue. His hands move to JC's waist as he walks them both toward the sinks, and he soon has JC's belt unfastened and the zipper to his pants yanked down, never breaking their kiss. His hands grope JC's body, feeling his muscles through his tight shirt; they soon return to JC's waist, where they slide his pants over his hips and down to his ankles.
JC's hands are busy as well, pulling Lance's jacket off and unbuttoning his shirt, squeezing his firm ass and caressing the hot bulge in the front of his pants.
Lance pushes JC's hands away. "No time for that, sweetheart." He kisses JC again, hard. "I want you so bad right now. It's killing me that we can't sit together, that we can't even STAND next to each other. I can't stop thinking about how bad I want you." He's cupping JC's hard erection in his palm, and suddenly he spins him around and slides his hands down JC's muscular arms, so his hands are resting on top of his lover's. He puts his face close to JC's ear and whispers, "I promise I'll make this up to you later, but I just have to be inside you NOW."
Lance is almost never this forward, and it arouses JC incredibly, a fact which he knows Lance can feel as his erection becomes even harder in his lover's grip. "Yes," he whispers. "Yes."
Lance removes his hands and, wrapping one hand around JC's long shaft he uses the other to unfasten the button on his pants and slide down the zipper. He shrugs his pants down and reaches for a bottle of hand lotion next to the sink. Frantically, he squeezes some into the palm of his hand and rubs it on his throbbing erection. With one foot, he pushes JC's ankles as far apart as they'll go, given that his pants are around his ankles, and brings his hardness to JC's tight opening. He begins to stroke JC's heat as he pushes himself inside. "Josh," he moans, trying to be as quiet as possible, which is not an easy task given that he is more aroused than he's been in days.
JC grips the sink and pushes his hips back to take as much of Lance into himself as possible. "You feel so GOOD."
"I'm not hurting you am I?" Lance hopes he isn't, because he doesn't think he could stop right now. JC is so tight and hot that Lance can't help but slamming into him again and again. And the danger of being caught in the act only heightens the excitement. He strokes JC faster, squeezing the base and rubbing the length as he pushes in harder and deeper.
"No baby, not hurting. Just keep, just keep, just keep..." JC doesn't have to finish, because Lance knows just what he wants.
Lance places his hand back on top of JC's while continuing to stroke him, increasing his rhythm as he feels himself coming close to release. He presses his chest tightly against JC's back and kisses the back of the his neck. With one final, hard thrust Lance slams his length as far as it will go and muffles his cry against JC's shoulder as he comes, hot and quick.
Lance's release triggers JC's own, and he falls forward, leaning heavily on the sink, his forehead resting against the mirror. He's conscious of the hot presence at his back, the hand on his, the shuddering breaths they both draw, and not much else except the exquisite pleasure they give each other.
Lance falls forward with JC, out of breath and shaking. He cannot believe what he just did, and he wraps his arms around JC and gives him a tight squeeze, then pulls him up, realizing they are just about out of time. He zips his pants and helps JC with his, then gathers the jackets from the floor. Kissing JC quickly, he says, "Uh, one more thing," grabs a few towels and wipes up the "evidence". He catches his reflection in the mirror: His hair is damp and his cheeks are rosy pink. JC doesn't look much better. Lance laughs at their situation and pulls his friend close. "I'm sorry, Josh. I just needed you so badly and I just couldn't wait till later. But I promise, when we get back to the hotel I'm all yours."
JC squeezes Lance. "I'll hold you to that," smiling as he pulls away to quickly splash some cold water on his face. "Better," he thinks. "I'll go first this time, okay?" he says, darting a quick kiss to Lance's cheek.
It might be his imagination, but Lance could swear that Lonnie is smirking when he returns to his seat. Joey is definitely trying to keep from laughing, and Chris keeps nudging him. Lance doesn't care. He glances over at JC and the color rises in his cheeks once again. He counts the hours until they can be alone.
Later on, they're onstage receiving their award. Lance can't help it; he brushes his hand lightly against JC as he bends to reach the mic. JC jumps back, startled, but Lance smiles to himself. It's amazing what you can get away with at these award shows.