A Delicate Matter

by Karen and LB
© 2002

Does it ever strike you that JC treats Lance like a china doll in a lot of fiction, including our own? So protective, so cautious. Well, sometimes that's just not enough for Lance...

"A PAPER CUT Lance? You had a paper cut and you didn't tell me? And you worked on all those Free Lance files and <sputtering> carried your own suitcase? What, you think I only want to be around when things are going well? That's it. You're getting into bed and I'm giving you a sponge bath."

"I guess I better not tell you about the nail I broke last week."

"You don't think very much of me, Lance, do you? If you can't even come to me when something bad happens."

"It's a PAPER CUT, Josh! For a guy who hates needles you sure are concerned about people's health."

"Not people's health, Lance. YOUR health. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you." "You make it sound like I'm some fragile object. Stuff happens. You know, it's a good thing you weren't around when my cousin hit me with the broom."

"You're not fragile?"

"No! Look." Lance jumps up and down. "See? Nothing broken."

"So if I fling you to the floor and have my way with you, you can handle that?"

"You'd never do that because you think I'm too DELICATE."

"Oh, yeah?" JC drops to his knees in front of Lance, grasping him by the waist and dragging him out of his chair to the floor. JC is on top of Lance, pressing him into the floor, his mouth claiming Lance's, plundering Lance's.

Lance is too shocked to protest JC's sudden "attack." He opens his mouth, giving passage to JC's probing tongue. Finally, he pushes his attacker up. "See," he pants. "I'm still in one piece."

"Well, you seem to be. But I think I need to investigate further to be sure." JC raises himself enough to start unbuttoning Lance's shirt.

"Careful, you might crack a rib or something."

"Only if you were fragile. And you keep telling me you're not."

Lance spreads his arms out to the sides. "I'm not! Go ahead, give me your best shot."

"You got it." JC finishes removing Lance's shirt, then claims his mouth once more while his hands play over the smooth chest.

"Ow! Ow!" Lance waits for JC's startled expression. "Just kidding."

"You are SO gonna pay for that one."

"Make me."

"After I've finished ravaging you. First things first."

"Careful, you don't want to damage the goods."

"Have I ever?" JC nestles his face into Lance's neck, licking the sensitive flesh.

"Just the opposite," Lance moans.

JC stops what he's doing and looks down at Lance. "Are you telling me all this time I haven't been satisfying you and you never said anything?"

"Huh? What? No, Josh, no. Of course you satisfy me! How can you even say that?"

Relieved, JC drops his head to Lance's chest, kissing the smooth flesh. "Sorry," he murmurs. "Just the way you said 'the opposite' I thought maybe I'd been, you know, too gentle all this time. And I want it to be good for you."

Lance takes JC's face in his hands. "It is good for me, Josh. It's very good. You're a GREAT lover. But you don't always have to be so careful, you know? I'm a guy. I won't break."

"I'll keep that in mind. Now shut up and kiss me."

"So demanding. I don't know if I can live up to your expectations." But he kisses JC anyway.

"You always do." JC murmurs before deepening their kiss.

"Always?" Lance says, when they part.

"Always."

"Even when I bug you?"

"You don't bug me, Lance. Ever. Now shut up and let me finish ravaging you."

Lance giggles. "Help," he calls out weakly. "I'm being ravaged by a madman."

"You want me to stop?"

"Heck no! You do, and I really might hurt myself."

"We can't have that, can we." JC starts nuzzling Lance's chest again.

Lance's breathing quickens. He looks down at the top of JC's head and sighs, wrapping his arms around his lover's back. JC's mouth finds one small nipple and he circles it with his tongue before nibbling on the sensitive peak. Lance gasps. He's glad JC finally realizes that he doesn't have to be so gentle with him, that he's not a child. "Mmmmmmm."

JC smiles against Lance as he moves to the other nipple. He shifts to the side so his hand can reach down between Lance's legs and he draws his hand back and forth over the jean-clad bulge. Lance arches his back, writhing under JC's weight. He raises JC's shirt and presses his palms against the warm skin of his back and up under the shirt to his strong shoulders. "Remember, I'm not gonna break."

JC moves slowly down Lance's chest to his stomach, while he fumbles with the button of Lance's jeans. Lance swallows as he feels JC's hand attempting to free Lance from the constriction of his clothing. His knee jerks up in response; he's eager to see what JC will do next.

JC deals with the button and manages the zipper somewhat more easily. His tongue dips into Lance's navel as he begins pulling the jeans and the boxer- briefs beneath them off.

Lance is incredibly aroused. It's rare that JC is so aggressive, and Lance wants to savor every minute of this. "Josh," he whispers.

JC pulls away just long enough to remove Lance's pants completely, then he slides back up Lance's legs, pressing down with his nails enough to leave a slight line, but not actually scratching. When he reaches Lance's crotch, he cups the growing erection.

Lance winces but is more excited than frightened by JC's actions. He brings JC's face close and kisses him urgently, needing to taste his delicious, wet mouth.

JC leans into the kiss, his tongue reaching as deeply into Lance's mouth as it can go. At the same time his hand surrounds Lance's erection and he finds a rhythm that--if Lance's reaction is any indication--he likes. Very much.

All Lance can think about right now is the intense pleasure that JC is evoking. He almost feels like an animal, and if JC continues to do what he's doing Lance really is going to howl. He sucks hungrily on the tongue in his mouth, encouraging JC, urging him on. He grips JC's tight ass in his hands and squeezes.

JC loves every one of Lance's reactions. He's aware of the picture they must make, the fair, naked young man pressed to the floor; the fully dressed, darker man above him. He pulls away suddenly, startling Lance, and quickly retrieves the tube of lubricant from the bedside table. He resumes his spot next to Lance. "In case we need it. Or is that treating you too delicately, too?"

Lance scowls at his lover. "No, that's allowed, wiseass." He's practically trembling with excitement.

"Ooh, you talk dirty, too. This IS a day of revelations." JC's hand plays over Lance's erection, and he leans in so his mouth is against Lance's ear. "Tell me more," he growls.

The heat rises in Lance's cheeks when JC's hot breath touches his skin. Now that he's been called on it, he suddenly feels very shy. But he's not going to back down from the challenge. "I want you . . . I want you to fuck me."

JC feels like he's going to come or pass out or die or something right then and there. Man! Hearing that in that voice, from that innocent face. "If that's what you want," he manages, struggling with his own clothes.

Lance licks his lips as he watches JC strip. He helps his lover remove his pants, even though his hands are shaking slightly.

JC manages to get his clothing off and practically flings himself at Lance. His hands and his mouth are everywhere, kissing, caressing, licking, touching, sucking, stroking. He reaches for the lube and manages to get some in all the right places, and then they're poised at the brink, JC pressed tightly against Lance, but not penetrating, not yet. "Tell me again," he rasps.

Lance presses his palms against JC's chest and pinches the small, brown nipples. "Fuck me, Josh. Fuck me hard."

JC plunges into Lance, burying himself completely in his lover. Being JC, he can't quite give in to his impulse completely, and immediately looks into his lover's face to make sure he's not hurting him, then reassured, he begins thrusting in and out of him.

Lance's head whips from side to side. He can't believe JC is doing this, that he finally believes Lance's assurance that he doesn't always have to be so gentle. But even now, in the throes of passion he can tell that JC is still putting Lance's pleasure before his own, and Lance loves him for that. "Yes," he cries out. "More, Josh, more."

"God, Lance," JC pants, letting his head drop to Lance's shoulder. He pushes thoughts like rug burn out of his mind as thrusts harder and faster into his lover. Lance meets every thrust; he raises his hips, urging JC in deeper. He clutches JC's head, grunting and panting. JC feels himself getting nearer to his release. He raises himself up with his arms to give him more leverage as he continues to slam into Lance. Finally letting go of his fears and thoughts, trusting Lance to tell him if it's too much.

Lance throws his head back and grips JC's arms tightly. His eyes roll back into his head as he comes, quick and hot, his juices hitting JC's chest. He bites back a scream--so delicious is JC's thrusting that he can hardly contain himself.

JC manages two more pounding thrusts before he, too is coming, collapsing against Lance's chest.

"OH!" Lance finally allows, wrapping his arms tightly around his sweat- soaked lover. "That . . . that was INCREDIBLE." Still shaking, he kisses JC's head, then tilts his face up and kisses him on the mouth.

JC smiles, still a little breathless. "And nothing broken?"

"Just my heart."

"What? I broke your heart?"

"Every time I'm with you, my heart breaks because I can't believe how much I love you."

"Lance." It's almost too much for JC, this sweet tenderness after THAT sex. He tries, but no more words come, a strange experience for someone who lives for words the way he does.

"It's okay," Lance says softly. "You don't have to say it. Just know that I love what you just did. I love it when you're gentle too. I just love YOU, Josh."

JC smiles down at Lance, his eyes full of emotion. It's moments like these that make all the stupidity they have to go through--all the being careful in public and all the "Oh, I'm too busy to have a relationship" lies and all the not being allowed to sit together at the millionth stupid awards show this year worth it. "I love you, too, Lance," he finally manages.

"Good. 'Cause I think I just twisted my back."

Back to stories