The Two of Us: Deep Dish
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Inspired by the photo that was going around of Lance coming out of the hotel in Chicago with GQ.
"No, it'll be cool. Meet us at the hotel and you can come hang at the stadium." Lance hangs up the phone and smiles. It will be good to see GQ again--they got along great during filming and Lance invited him down to Chicago to watch the show. He loves when he has friends at the show; with so many thousands of strangers in each city, it's reassuring to see a friendly face. So as the bus finally pulls into the city, Lance feels that familiar adrenalin rush.
GQ hangs up the phone. It's going to be really good to see Lance again, and maybe now that they're not working together, he'll have the courage to tell Lance how he really feels. Or maybe Lance knows. He invited him, after all.
"G, dude!" Lance calls out, as he and the rest of the group finally work their way through the screaming throng. His lanky friend is just checking into the hotel as Lance approaches, and the two friends hug. "Good to see you, man."
"Same here. Where's Joey?"
"Still outside, working the chicks." Lance has his arm around the other boy when he spots JC entering the lobby, tired, disheveled, looking like he just woke up. And he probably did. "Hey, C, you remember GQ from the movie?"
JC looks confused for a moment, then brightens. "Yeah! Hey, how are you doing? Glad you could make it." JC extends a hand and the two end up in a man hug.
Lance beams with pride. Even though no one but their families knows about him and JC, he still loves being able to show him off, even if he's the only one who realizes that's what he's doing.
"So what's the plan?" asks GQ.
"We don't have to be at the stadium till later, for sound check, so what do you say we do something--like go to the Sears Tower or something. You didn't get to go last time we were here." Lance notices the fatigue on JC's face and turns to him. "Hey, why don't you get some rest and we'll meet you back here?"
"Yeah, I think I will. That was a rough ride in. I hardly got any sleep." JC lifts his duffle bag and picks up the key from the counter. "You two have fun."
GQ beams. It's like Lance's friend is giving his blessing.
JC turns to Lance once more. "Got anything you want me to take up to th-- your room?" Lance removes his shoulder bag but keeps his knapsack--it's already got his camera and cell phone inside. "Yeah, thanks. We'll see you later. C'mon, G." Like two kids off on an adventure, they hurry through the lobby, accompanied by one of the rather large, imposing bodyguards. Lance is antsy after the long drive, and a walk around this large city is just what he needs right now. As the boys wander the city, they reminisce about their time on the movie set, the Cubs game they attended, and all the pros and cons of show business. By the time they return to the hotel to meet up with the others, Lance is keyed up to show off his other life to his friend.
*****
JC goes up to Lance's room, and collapses on the bed, grateful that they made excellent time getting here so he can get a couple hours sleep before his parents are expected.
*****
Lance approaches the bed as quietly as possible, even though he knows it's unnecessary. Lance could walk in with a jackhammer and JC would sleep right through it. He crouches beside JC's head and blows softly in his ear. JC stirs sleepily, his hand moving almost involuntarily to brush at his ear.
Stifling a giggle, Lance blows again.
JC brushes at his ear again, but this time his hand bumps Lance's face. His eyes fluttering open, he blinks up at Lance. "Hey."
j"Wake up, sleepy. Time to go. You have, like, ten minutes. Hey, I bought you something." Lance reaches into the bag he placed on the floor next to him and pulls out a sleeveless shirt with a simple design. "Oh, and close your eyes and hold out your hand."
"What am I, five?" JC grumbles, but his smile belies his tone, and he complies.
Lance places the smashed penny he made at the Sears Tower in JC's palm. "Okay, open them."
"Aw, baby, you shouldn't have," JC says with a laugh. "But thank you."
Lance gives JC a quick kiss. "You're welcome. Don't say I never give you anything. Now get moving or we'll be late."
JC sits up and stretches. "Did you have fun?"
"Yeah," Lance replies, taking his purchases out of their bags and gathering up items he'll need for the rest of the day. "Some girls even recognized GQ. And we stopped for pizza."
"As long as my baby's well nourished," JC calls through the open bathroom door where he's splashing cold water on his face. When he steps back out, his face is serious. "I'm going to miss you tonight."
"It's only one night. You haven't seen your parents in a while."
"Yeah, and I'm looking forward to spending time with them. That doesn't mean I'm not going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too. At least I'll have GQ to hang with while you're gone. Besides," Lance begins to move slowly toward JC, "think of all that pent-up sexual frustration that'll need to be released tomorrow."
"I'm thinking. I'm picturing. I'm, um, already pent-up."
Lance is inches away from JC. "You'll just have to wait."
JC takes a step so they're all but touching. "You gonna make it worth my while?"
"Maybe." Lance turns quickly and goes back to packing his things for the concert.
"Tease."
Lance peers over his shoulder. "Keeps the romance alive."
"Keeps something alive, " JC mutters as he adjusts his jeans.
Even after all this time, Lance still can't believe he can have such an effect on JC Chasez, the media-proclaimed sexy romantic of the group. "Down boy. We have a show to do."
"Hey, at least I'll have lots of energy."
"Like you need it."
"I do my best work thinking about you."
*****
They take one bus to the venue, and Lance, Joey, and GQ spend the ride reminiscing about the movie. By the time they get to the venue, Lance is hyped even for sound check. He even manages to nail GQ backstage with a can of silly string, and later on, with hours to kill before the show, Lance shows GQ the perks of being in a popular band. They spend time in the "toy room," have scooter races around the stadium, and generally mess around with everything they get their hands on. Before the show, GQ is escorted to the VIP section along with JC's parents.
*****
"So where we going?" Joey asks as they're getting dressed after the show.
"I don't know--let's just hit the clubs and see what happens," answers Lance, all business when it comes to itineraries.
"I don't know, my parents are pretty strict about curfew," JC says drily, convulsing the entire group.
"No, you gotta come," GQ insists.
"Yeah, dude, gotta show your parents who's boss," Joey adds.
"Yeah, C, stay out till--midnight!" Justin shouts causing everyone to break up again.
Lance walks over to his boyfriend and says quietly, "Seriously, I think they want to spend some time with you."
"They're all hot for me. You know that, right?"
"I meant your parents!"
"Yeah, but even my mom said for me to go out and burn some of this energy off. I don't know WHAT she meant by that."
"Really, JC, you need to get laid."
"That is NOT what my mom meant!"
Lance raises his eyebrows and says nothing more but can't wipe the smirk from his face. "Let's go, guys!"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Bass, sir!" Chris calls out, standing straight and saluting.
Justin shakes his head. "What are you now, dude, the general of fun?"
"Commander in Chief," Lance states. And fun they have. JC sends his parents home, promising he won't be late, and after a quick stop at the hotel to shower and change again they're off. Somehow, they all end up on the dance floor in a big crowd, with Lance, Joey, and JC hamming it up. After a few drinks, Lance excuses himself to hit the men's room.
JC finds himself back at the booth with GQ, sipping his drink. "So, you having a good time?"
"Oh, yeah, and today was so great! Me and Lance, we had a blast. Just like the good ol' days in Toronto!"
JC looks a little confused, but smiles "That's good."
"Hey, let me ask you something, since you're good friends with Lance. Is he, um, seeing anyone?"
He can't be asking what I think he's asking, JC thinks. "Um, he, um, not really."
"Huh, you'd think a guy like him would be taken." GQ looks wistfully at the dance floor, willing Lance to return. His face brightens when he sees him approaching from the far end of the room.
"Are you, um, interested?"
"What? Me? Uh, no. I'm just saying that a guy with all he's got, you'd think he'd have . . . chicks crawling all over him." He shifts nervously in his seat as Lance approaches.
"Too many gin and tonics," Lance announces, flopping down next to his former co-star.
GQ turns to Lance like a flower to the sun, and JC rolls his eyes eloquently. But no one sees it. GQ launches into yet another round of reminiscences about the good times they had while filming, as if it were years ago instead of mere weeks.
"Hey, you know what we should do? We should rent a movie. C'mon, let's blow this popsicle stand," Lance orders.
"But it's like after midnight," says GQ.
"There's got to be a 24-hour place somewhere. C'mon, I've had enough of this place."
"I guess I should head out to my folks' place," JC says, regretfully.
In the alcohol induced haze in his mind, Lance had forgotten that JC is spending the night away, and his smile fades. "Oh yeah. Hey, we'll see you tomorrow though. Hey, Q, meet me by the back." Lance signals to one of the bodyguards that he's ready to leave and turns to JC. "I'll miss you. It's weird when you're not in my bed."
"You won't be lonely. I think GQ has a thing for you."
"Q? Get out! You're insane. I think the lack of sex is affecting your brain. We'll have to do something about that tomorrow."
"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Lance snorts, but he sees that JC isn't laughing. "Yeah, I'll bet he'll get me up to his room and try to take advantage of me. Get going, Chasez, your parents are probably waiting up." Lance fights the urge to kiss his lover, even though in this club probably no one would notice, but he feels eyes on him and when he turns to look at the door leading to the back hallway, he sees GQ looking right at them.
*****
Hours later, Lance and GQ are alone in GQ's room, watching the credits to Nutty Professor II roll on the TV screen. Lance had wanted something funny before bed, since he knows it will be lonely in his room without JC next to him. He genuinely had a good time with GQ, and he had forgotten all about JC's suspicions. With a yawn, Lance rolls over on the bed and announces, "Man, I'm beat."
"You could stay here."
Lance starts. Could JC be right? No way, not GQ. He's not even . . . Is he? "There's only one bed."
GQ moves a little closer. "Would that be such a bad thing?"
Almost imperceptibly, Lance backs up an inch. "Q, dude, you're not saying what I think you're saying, are you?"
"Uh, maybe? It's just, we get along so great, and I hope that maybe it could be something more . . . "
Stunned, Lance sits back open mouthed. Nothing like a shocking revelation to sober you up. "I never knew . . . "
"I wasn't sure about you, either. I mean, I was interested before, but today we just seemed to click, you know?"
"Look, Q, I don't want you to take this the wrong way--I like you, I do, but I'm already seeing someone."
"Oh," GQ says, looking crushed. "Oh."
"Hey, dude, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you think--I mean, we're friends, right?"
"Yeah." GQ looks away and then looks back. "I just really thought I had a shot."
"I just never thought you were . . . hey, if it makes any difference, if I wasn't already seriously involved, I'd go out with you."
"You're not just saying that?"
"No, I wouldn't just say that. Dating's important to me. And your friendship's important to me."
"I feel so stupid. I don't even know if you're gay and here I made this big play for you."
"Don't. I am. Look, you know it's not the kind of thing people in our line of work advertise, so I couldn't exactly announce it. But I am." Lance laughs, looking down at the bed. "Look at us--we did a movie together and we didn't even know the other was gay."
"You think you know someone." GQ manages a smile. "But it's not just me--I thought you guys were really tight, but when I asked JC if you were seeing anyone, he said 'no'."
A remark like that should make Lance angry, but it doesn't. He knows JC was just covering for him. GQ already knows too much. He doesn't want to lie to GQ, not after he put himself on the line like that, but he also doesn't want him to know about JC. "Um, he knows. He was just trying to protect me."
"Oh, that's cool. That you get each other's backs."
We get more than that. "Yeah, he's a good friend. They all are. I'm really lucky to have them."
"Yeah, you are," GQ says with a hint of sadness. "Look, it's late, and I don't want to seem like I'm kicking you out, but, I'm kicking you out."
Lance hangs his head in mock disappointment. "I understand, I GUESS." When he raises his head he's smiling. "We're okay?"
"Yeah. I won't say I'm not disappointed, but I'll get over it."
"Anytime you want to hang . . . "
GQ gives his trademark grin. "Hanging's too good for you."
Lance grins back; GQ's humor is infectious. "I think I could slum it for a while." He rises and steps over to his friend, giving him an affectionate man-hug. "Get some sleep. You look awful when you have those bags under your eyes."
"Gee, thanks. Hit a guy when he's down, why dontcha?" GQ replies, rolling his eyes.
Punching his friend playfully on the arm, Lance fires back, "If I was gonna hit you, I'd hit you like this."
"I never knew you were the violent type," GQ laughs, pushing Lance out the door. Once it closes, he sags against it, giving way to the weariness of disappointed hopes.
Lance's smile fades as he turns down the hall to his room. He wants so badly to call JC, but at this hour JC's parents would kill them both. When he finally climbs into bed, he hugs the pillow to his chest as the lonely quiet of the room assaults him.
*****
JC passes a restless night, a rarity for him. Every time he moves, the emptiness of the bed awakens him as he unconsciously reaches for the warm, comfortable presence that isn't there.
It seems like an endless night to Lance, and when he finally awakens he sees that it's almost noon. He reaches for the phone, then stops himself. He doesn't want to talk about this on the phone. Besides, JC needs to spend time alone with his family. With a sigh, he gets up to take a shower and hopes that things between him and GQ won't be too weird.
JC is really enjoying his much-needed time with his family. But at the same time, the thought of Lance is always in the back of his mind. Part of him can't believe that one night apart could be such a big deal, and he chides himself for being so needy. He can't wait to see Lance tonight, when they gather before the show.
Normally, Lance looks forward to a little downtime, but without JC here, or even his parents, he's feeling restless, and in light of what happened last night, a little uneasy about spending time with GQ. He decides to see if he can get the rest of the guys together so they can do something as a group.
The day passes slowly but happily for JC. He and his dad, especially, have been getting closer these past few months, and it's great to see him in his element, rather than wherever JC happens to be.
The guys see a movie, they do some more shopping, and the whole time Lance is thinking about JC, wishing he were here so he wouldn't have to think about GQ.
JC gathers his belongings for the trip back into the city. His dad is driving, and he says goodbye to his mother at the house. They've never been a touchy family, so he's pleased when she hugs him. And he's even more pleased when she says, in her quiet way, "Next time you visit, you'll have to bring Lance with you. We'd like to get to know him better."
"I'd like you to, too. I think you'd really like each other."
"I know we will. Go on, now, your father's waiting." As JC walks to the car, he can't suppress his grin.
Lance checks Joey's watch for the third time in the past hour. They're at the venue and JC still isn't back. "Dude, chill, it's not like we have to do sound check or anything."
"Sorry, just bored, I guess."
JC walks in and dumps his bag on the floor. "Hey, guys."
Lance's face brightens as soon as he hears that voice. "Hey!" Then, realizing how enthusiastic he sounds, begins bouncing a ball against the floor. "How was it?"
"Great. We talked a lot, and we're getting along better than ever."
Lance tosses JC the ball. "That's good. I knew they'd come around."
"You're so smart."
"Just speaking from experience." He holds up his hand for the ball.
JC tosses the ball back. "So what did you guys do today?"
"Saw a movie. Did some more shopping. What'd you do with your parents?"
"We talked, and looked at pictures and dad did steaks on the grill for lunch."
"Wow, nothin' like home cooking. I miss that."
Joey finally decides they're boring. Besides, they're not going to share the ball. He leaves the room, wondering if catering's arrived yet.
"My mom said next time, I should bring you with me. So you can have some home cooking, too."
"Really? She said that? Wow, that's a huge step."
"Tell me about it. I was stunned. Stunned but very happy."
"You really think they were NEVER gonna accept you? Or us?"
"I thought I was going to have to work for it more."
"They're your parents. You're not supposed to have to work for it."
"I know. But they were so cold for a while there. It's good to feel, well, loved by them again."
"I'm really glad. I hate to see you sad."
"I'm never sad very long with you." JC glances around and seeing no one nearby, steps closer and kisses Lance lightly.
"Um, that's good, 'cause there's something I need to tell you. Sit down."
"You're scaring me," JC says, but he complies. "Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong," Lance replies hurriedly. "The first thing you should know is, nothing happened."
"Nothing happened? Then why are you telling me?"
"Because you were right. About GQ. He hit on me."
"Oh. OH. That's all?" JC laughs in relief. "I told you that was going to happen."
"I guess I didn't expect it. I was kind of surprised that he's . . . you know. He seemed really into girls."
"You know as well as anyone how much you have to cover in this business. Is he . . . okay?"
"I felt so bad. I told him I'm already seeing someone. But I didn't tell him it's you."
"Oh, man, and I told him you weren't seeing anyone. He must think I set him up."
"No, he didn't. I told him that you were just trying to protect me."
"Poor guy. Did he take it hard?"
"He seemed okay. I told him I still want to be friends. And I do."
"Of course you do. And I hope it happens for you."
"I think we'll be okay. He seemed fine today. I mean, he didn't act weird about it or anything. I just hope he finds someone as special as you."
"I hope so, too. I mean, I hope he finds someone."
"Me too. It made me see how lucky I am."
"I think I'm the lucky one."
"Why, 'cause you got stuck with me?"
JC smiles indulgently. "Yeah, that's it. I'm stuck with you."
"It must be horrible for you."
"Yeah, I cry into my pillow every night."
"Aw, I do that to you? Maybe I should just leave." Lance turns as though he's going to head out the door.
"Not so fast, mister."
"Oh, did you want something?"
"You. If you leave I really WILL cry into my pillow."
"Aw, darlin' I wouldn't want that. You wanna cry, you just cry on me."
JC pulls Lance close. "I don't wanna cry. But I like the sound of the 'on you' part."
Lance brings his mouth to JC's ear. "You can do anything you want on me. Or in me."
"Keep talking like that and we'll miss the show."
"We've got plenty of time. There's like, a million opening acts."
It's too much. The phone-sex voice. The hot breath on JC's neck. The familiar tug of his body's desires after the night apart. JC pulls Lance closer still, kissing his neck before moving up to capture his lips.
This is what Lance has been waiting all day for. The familiar kiss. The one kiss. With someone HE likes. He returns the kiss with equal ardor as he wraps his arms around the body of the man he loves.
JC deepens the kiss marvelling all over again at how good Lance tastes, how well they fit, how hot they still are together after all this time.
Feeling a burst of energy course through him, Lance jumps up, wrapping his legs around JC, so happy to have him back.
Surprised by the sudden, joyous assault, it takes JC a moment to regain his balance. As soon as he does, he slides his hands down under Lance's thighs to support him, feeling the heat right through Lance's jeans.
"I missed you so much last night," Lance pants when he finally breaks the kiss.
"Missed you too. I was ready to sneak out of my parent's house, come see you, then sneak back before dawn."
"I was up. You could have."
"Well I guess I have to make up for lost time," JC says, seeking Lance's lips again.
Lance parts his lips as he meets JC's kiss, and when he pulls away this time, he whispers, "Maybe you should stay away more often."
"Not a good plan," JC replies, his lips against Lance's cheek.
"What is a good plan?"
"This is," JC rasps, lowering them both to the floor.
Lance falls easily back against the floor, pulling JC on top of him, his knees bent on either side of the lithe body.
"See? Perfect planning." JC grinds their erections together, at the same time tugging at Lance's shirt.
Lance starts to breathe heavily and throws his arms above his head to allow JC better access. He still feels a pang of guilt over last night, but now that he's with JC all he wants is for his boyfriend to make love to him.
JC disposes of the shirt quickly and shifts to drop kisses over Lance's smooth, tanned chest. He slowly, deliberately, works his way over to one small, already erect nipple.
Gasping in pleasure, Lance brings his hands to JC's hair, playing with the long, silky locks, watching how JC's mouth works its magic on his chest.
JC moves to Lance's other, neglected nipple and gives it the same attention as he did the first. His hand moves over Lance's chest, then downward to fan out over Lance's stomach.
A deep growl escapes Lance's throat as JC's hand covers his stomach. The persistent throbbing in his groin is becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. But Lance knows how JC likes to take his time, so he throws his head back and concentrates on each delicious sensation.
As if he can hear Lance's thoughts, JC slowly but purposefully inches his hand downward to settle against that throbbing bulge.
Lance almost slaps JC's hand away in fear that he'll come right then. It's like they haven't made love in days instead of one night. His hips begin to move against the hand of their own accord as Lance reaches for the button on his jeans.
JC looks up at Lance and grins. "A little eager, are we?" he says as he pushes Lance's hand away and frees the button himself.
"A little? JC, I haven't seen you in, like, 18 hours."
"Aw, baby, I missed you, too."
"Well, I think you can see I missed you A LOT."
JC slides down Lance's zipper and plunges his hand into the opening. "Wow. THAT much?"
Lance nods. "Just for you. Think about all the pent-up sexual energy I have."
"We're going to have to do something about that." With that, JC resumes kissing Lance's chest as his hand begins massaging the hot stiffness under his hand.
Lance turns his head to the side and sighs deeply. JC knows every sensitive place on his body like no one else has ever known, and no one has ever made Lance feel so deeply aroused as JC's simple touch can. Lance can feel a tremendous heat surge through his body as JC's hand causes Lance's erection to pulse excitedly.
JC interrupts what he's doing to work Lance's pants down over his hips. He has to shift to deal with his shoes, but then the pants are off and the boxer-briefs quickly follow. JC lies on his side, propped on one elbow and admires what he has uncovered before leaning in for another kiss.
Frustrated, aroused, eager for more, Lance holds JC's face as he returns the kiss, his tongue flicking out to lick those luscious lips before slipping inside JC's sexy, warm mouth.
JC lets his hand drift down Lance's body to wrap around Lance's now twitching erection. He can feel Lance's rising excitement, and he feels his own pulse quicken as their tongues entangle and caress.
Lance doesn't want to move; he wants to exist in this moment for as long as possible. But he knows if he allows it to continue this way it will be over before he can savor it. So gently, he pushes against JC's chest, looks into his eyes, and whispers, "Stand up."
"What? Why?"
Rolling his eyes, Lance answers with a hint of mock exasperation, "It's nothing bad. Just do it."
JC scrambles to his feet, confused but compliant. "Yes, SIR!"
Lance puts his hands under his head and commands, "Take off your clothes."
JC sits and slowly starts untying his sneakers.
Lance watches through half-lidded eyes, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
After disposing of his shoes, JC begins painstakingly to roll his socks off, taking his time.
"Um, you might want to speed things up a little," Lance coaxes, indicating with his eyes his twitching erection.
"You're the one who decided not to help," JC says laconically, unbuttoning his shirt one . . . button . . . at . . . a . . . time.
Lance licks his lips. "I like to watch. You're sexy when you undress."
"You like to watch? I never knew that," JC murmurs, peeling his shirt off inch by inch.
"Yeah. It's not something I advertise."
"Gee, you think you know someone . . . "
"You never REALLY know someone."
JC runs his hands over his own chest, deliberately provocative. "Never?" he asks as he traces one finger down the line of hair that leads into his pants and then both hands grasp the waistband of his jeans.
"Um, no." Lance shifts his legs, bringing one hand to his own stomach. "Look at GQ. I had no idea. NO idea."
"Yeah, but he's not someone you've spent like every waking hour with for the past six years," JC reasons, unbuttoning his jeans. "He's not your boyfriend."
"No, he's not." Lance turns his eyes to the ceiling. "He made me realize how lucky I am that we have what we have. You know me real well, JC. Better than some of my best friends. But there's still stuff we're gonna learn about each other every day. Otherwise, what's the point?"
"You're right," JC says, stripping off his pants and shorts in one graceful movement, suddenly having had enough of this little game. "I'm not one of your best friends?" he asks, smiling, as he kneels next to Lance.
"No. You're not one of them." Lance reaches his hand out and touches JC's long, thick penis. "You're it. Stand up."
"You're big on the giving orders thing today. And the standing up thing."
"Would it make a difference if I said please?"
"It never hurts to be polite."
"Will you PLEASE stand up?"
"Certainly." JC stands and extends a hand. "Won't you join me?"
"No." Lance pushes himself up so that he's kneeling before JC and slides his hands slowly up JC's long, lean legs. He runs his tongue along the inside of JC's thighs as his hands reach behind JC's to grip and knead his lover's tight ass. As his tongue travels higher, he breathes in the musky, sexy scent of his lover.
"Lance," JC whispers, his hands reaching to caress Lance's hair.
Lance's lips form a smile as he kisses the area around JC's now prominent erection. He licks the soft curls around the heated member and runs his tongue along JC's balls before tracing a path up the long shaft.
JC lets his head fall back as he tries to hold in the moan of pleasure that rises to his lips. One hand grips Lance's shoulder for balance as the other continues to stroke the soft, spiky hair.
Lance wets his lips and then draws them up and down the length of the hot shaft, and when he reaches the tip again, he takes it in his mouth, slowly engulfing the entire pulsing organ.
This time JC can't contain himself and he does moan audibly. But how can he help it when they man he loves is doing such wonderful things to him?
This is exactly what Lance needed to hear. The familiar sounds. And to breathe in the familiar scent and taste the familiar flavor of his boyfriend. Slowly, he begins to take JC in and out, bringing his lips almost to the tip but not off, before drawing him in again as far as his throat will allow.
JC begins to thrust, ever so lightly, in response to Lance's hot mouth, his talented tongue.
Lance encourages JC, urges him on. At one point, he pauses, holding still as JC rocks his hips.
As he feels himself getting close to release, JC debates stopping Lance, drawing this out longer. The decision is made for him when his orgasm hits him suddenly and he's struggling to stay upright as he comes.
Tightening his hold, Lance steadies JC as his hot essence fills Lance's mouth. It's only when JC becomes still that Lance releases him and swallows, keeping his head down as he savors the moment.
JC sinks to his knees, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. He frees one hand to tilt Lance's face up so he can kiss him, tasting himself mixed in with Lance's own unique flavor.
Lance breaks the kiss, then looks down, blushing. The lights are on, he just gave his boyfriend a blow job, and he's completely naked. "Um, maybe we better . . . "
" . . . finish what we started?"
"Ha, yeah, except we have to get moving before someone comes back. Maybe we should just take a raincheck. For later."
"Um, Lance, you can't exactly go out there like that."
"Oh. Yeah. Shit."
"So make love to me." JC pulls Lance to him more tightly.
Lance's whole body is on fire as he kisses JC, his mouth devouring the warm cavern of JC's mouth, his body pressed tightly to JC's slender form, his hands sliding down JC's back to his tight, muscular ass. "Are you sure? Now?"
"Now."
"Oh . . . my . . . goodness. You don't know how badly I wanted you last night. I almost called you like a dozen times."
"I'm here now. Let's make up for lost time."
Lance gazes into JC's tranquil eyes and brushes his lips softly against JC's. This isn't the most romantic setting, sure, but as long as he has JC in his arms he couldn't care if they were in a garbage dump.
JC slides one hand down between their bodies and once again wraps his long fingers around Lance's erection, squeezing lightly.
"Ah," Lance moans, pulling back slightly. "You do that and it'll be over before it started. I told you I missed you." Lance pulls JC into a kiss again, this time hungrily moving down his neck and burying his face in JC's shoulder, breathing in the heady scent of his boyfriend.
"Then maybe we better . . . get started." JC pulls away long enough to reach for his bag, just able to hook his hand through the strap without having to move. He drags it over and pulls a tube of lubricant from an outer pocket and squeezes some into his hand. He reaches for Lance once more, this time coating his twitching member with the slick substance.
Lance leans back on his hands, biting his lip to keep from coming as JC's warm hands cover his aching member. He waits as patiently as he can for JC to finish, and when he has Lance lies back with his knees up, takes the tube from JC, and spreads some of the lubricant on his own fingers. "Come here."
JC moves closer. "Here?"
"Here." Lance takes JC's hands and has him straddle his body, then pulls him down for another deep, enticing kiss. As his tongue explores the dark recesses of JC's sweet mouth, his hands travel down JC's back to the crack of his ass, and as he slides his fingers between the tight muscles he finds the small, puckered opening and just teases it with one gel-coated finger.
JC gasps against Lance's mouth, then pushes his own tongue deep into Lance's mouth, licking at the roof of his mouth. He pushes against Lance's finger, waiting for, begging for penetration.
Lance lips curl into a smile even as he's kissing JC, and slowly, very slowly, he slides his finger inside.
This time, the sound emitting from JC's mouth is a moan, and he can feel his flaccid organ coming back to life. He never stops kissing Lance, revelling in the heat and sweetness of his mouth.
JC's warm passage is inviting, so he slips in another finger, working the lubricant inside, pressing as gently as possible before removing his fingers and breaking the kiss. With one hand, Lance coaxes JC to sit up. He smiles and pushes the hair from JC's face. His other hand guides JC over his waiting erection.
There is such tenderness in Lance's gesture that even as JC lowers himself onto Lance's stiffness he is only thinking of love, not pleasure.
Lance shifts his knees to support JC's back as he begins to thrust slowly, deeply, inside his lover. His hands explore JC's body, the small peaks of his nipples, the ripples of his abs, the dip of his navel.
JC looks down into Lance's eyes as he moves over him, watching, fascinated, the way the color and depth change with passion and emotion.
Lance studies JC's body, the way it moves as he thrusts inside, the way each muscle flexes and expands. He opens his hand and uses just the palm to create friction on JC's stiffening organ.
"Mmmm," JC sighs, a smile spreading slowly over his face at the added sensation. "I missed this. I missed you."
Pausing mid thrust, Lance continues to rub JC's erection as he says, "I don't want to be with anyone else."
"I'm yours. For as long as you want me."
"I want you." And with that, Lance resumes his rhythmic thrusting, feeling himself close to the edge, rubbing JC's heated organ more insistently.
"Yours. Always," JC gasps as Lance's renewed thrusts fill him and his arousal becomes more profound.
Each thrust becomes more intense; Lance's hand on JC's erection urging on the older boy. Soon, he can hold back no longer and he comes, an explosion of such extreme pleasure that his eyes squeeze shut and colors swim under his eyelids.
JC watches Lance's face as the pleasure and release wash over it. Even at the height of his orgasm, he doesn't forget JC's pleasure and the hand stroking JC's erection becomes more demanding. JC feels himself falling forward as that unrelenting hand brings him to his own release, falling into the safety of Lance's arms.
Lance catches JC with ease, wrapping his arms tightly around the lean body even as he slips out. For a long moment, they just lay on the floor, Lance placing tender kisses on JC's forehead and hair.
"I love you so much," JC murmurs against Lance's neck. "And I love that stadiums have weird little rooms."
Craning his neck, Lance glances around. "You think this is weird?" He turns his eyes back to JC. "I think it's my favorite room in the world right now."
"Yeah. Anywhere I can get you alone is my favorite room."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course you can." JC climbs off of Lance and lies next to him, propping his head on one hand. "Anything."
"In all the time we've been together, have you ever even thought about going out with someone else?"
"No. Who else could measure up?"
"You put me on a pedestal. That's not realistic."
"It's not that, exactly. I mean, sure, I think you're beautiful and wonderful and sexy and all that. But what's more important is how close we are. You know how you see these couples who might say they're in love, but it doesn't seem like they even LIKE each other? We do. And we've been through so much together, and everything's just made us stronger. So why would I want to look for something else? For someone else?"
Lance is speechless. Everything JC said is how he himself feels. "I don't know. After what happened with GQ--if the situation had been reversed . . . I guess I'm just afraid that something better will come along that you'll miss out on."
"Yeah, I know people like that, too. The one's who are always looking for something better instead of appreciating what they've got. That's not what I want to be. I've got what I want. You make me happy."
Lance touches a finger to JC's chin. "You make me happy too. And- -" Before he can finish, there's a knock on the door. "Lance, you still in there?"
Joey. Great. "Yeah, I was just making a call--needed some quiet."
"Oh, okay. When you're done, we're getting a poker game together. We need your money."
Lance rolls his eyes at JC. "Sure." After he's sure Joey is gone, he turns to JC. "Everybody wants something."
" Not me. I've already got exactly what I want."