Snow White: Doc
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Lance hangs up the phone, barely able to contain his excitement. "Yes!" he shouts, clicking off his cell phone and jumping into the lounge chair next to JC. They finally had a few days off and were spending it at Lance's house, away from the other guys and the fans and the press and people in general. That put Lance in a good mood to begin with, but after this phone call he's positively beaming. "Josh, that was Johnny. Guess what? We're going back to South Africa to premiere the IMAX movie. A whole week! Apparently, they're really starved for entertainment right now. Man, I love that place."
JC looks at Lance's vivid, excited face. He wants to be happy for Lance, but . . . "S-s-south Africa?"
"Yeah! This is gonna be great. We'll even have some downtime while we're there so maybe we can go on one of those tours and--" he stops, seeing JC pale even on this bright, sunny day by the pool, and although JC's eyes are blocked with dark sunglasses he can sense that they are not their usual sparkling selves. "Josh, what's wrong?"
JC doesn't even want to say it, doesn't want to dampen Lance's enthusiasm, but what can he do? "I'm sure it will be great, once we're there, Lance, but do you even remember what we had to do before we went the last time?"
"Yeah, sure--we packed a couple of bags, rehearsed a few songs, flew for like 20 hours. At least this time the plane'll be better. And YOU can sleep."
"Before that, Lance. The little visit to the doctor's office?"
"Yeah, so? I mean, I don't like that stuff either, but . . . oh." It finally hits him, what JC's driving at. "The shots. Look, JC, it'll be different this time." How, he has no idea, but it sounds good. He grins. "I'll hold your hand and give you a lollipop after."
JC tries to respond in kind, for Lance's sake--"A lollipop or a sucker?" but it's clear his heart's not in it.
"Whatever you want, babe." Lance waits for the smile, but he can tell by the expression on his friend's face that he is NOT happy about this. He moves over to JC's chair and sits on the end, placing his hand on his lover's leg and rubbing it gently. "This really bothers you, doesn't it? What is it about needles that scares you so much?"
JC looks away. It's hard enough to admit to weakness without having to look into Lance's sympathetic face. "If I knew that, maybe I wouldn't be afraid. But phobias aren't like that. There's no logic. It just takes over. Sometimes I think I'm gonna be fine, and then it hits me and I'm just shaking."
"JC, I'll be there the whole time. You can squeeze my hand." To demonstrate, he takes one of JC's hands and gives it a light squeeze. "And think of the payoff: We'll get a swanky hotel room, order in room service . . . "
"Yeah, babe, that stuff'll be great. But it still doesn't make it easier." JC returns Lance's squeeze, honestly appreciating his efforts to comfort him. "Did, ah, Johnny say when he's got the appointments set up for?"
"Tuesday. We leave on Saturday." He studies JC's worried expression, wanting to do something to quell his fears. "You know, Josh, in order to get over a fear you have to confront it."
JC manages a weak smile. "Yeah, I've heard that, too. How do you suggest I confront it? Poke myself with a carpet tack?"
"Nah, you'd just get tetanus and then you'd have to get another shot." Lance thinks for a minute, and then like that proverbial lightbulb an idea blinks brightly in his brain. "You know what you need . . . " he says suspiciously, taking JC's hands and pulling him to his feet. "Come with me."
JC is startled by Lance's sudden shift, but, judging by the look in those green eyes, he's sure that whatever Lance has in mind will be more fun than lying here obsessing over nasty needles. He allows himself to be led, willingly.
As he leads JC by the hand through the house, Lance speaks in his professional, president-of-his-own-management-company voice. "The thing is, you need something to help take your mind off the needles." They reach the stairs to the second floor, and Lance continues. "See, the whole experience for you is about how scared you are, so what we need to do is give you something to focus on while we're at the doctor's." He stops at the entrance to the master bedroom and gestures through the doorway. "Step into my office, Mr. Chasez."
JC decides this is definitely worth playing along with. He can already feel the tension dissipate a bit. Besides, Lance is SO cute when he plays grown-up. "I'm not sure I understand, Dr. Bass. Are we speaking of something on the lines of behavior modification? Stress reduction? Hypnosis? Are you going to put me under and make me do morally questionable things?"
"You mean, you would if I did?" Lance's eyes grow mischievous. He loves when JC gets suggestive. It makes Lance feel that much less self-conscious about his own sexuality. "No, actually I was thinking of something a little more practical." He moves closer to JC, so their faces are inches apart. "I think we need to delve . . . deep." He kisses the slightly taller man lightly and leads him into the room. "Why don't you have a seat?" he says, motioning to the bed.
"Deep sounds good," JC says, left wanting more by that light kiss. He seats himself on the bed and looks up expectantly. "I'm in your hands, Dr. Bass."
"Oh, you will be," Lance replies with a leer. He kneels down before JC and rests his hands on JC's knees. "Now, what seems to be the problem?"
"Well, Doc, it's like this. I seem to have this fear of long, pointy objects. Most long, pointy objects. Some long, pointy objects. I hate needles, Doc."
"I see." Lance's brow furrows as he contemplates JC's words. "So," he says, brushing lightly against JC's arm with his index finger, "you don't like to be poked?"
"Um, not by needles. Other things can be okay. Decided on a poke- by-poke basis, you understand."
"Ah, very interesting, Mr. Chasez. Your problem is a lot more serious than I thought. In fact, I think this requires a thorough examination." He spreads JC's knees apart to allow him to move even closer. "Now, open wide and say 'ah'." At first JC just smiles quizzically, but then he complies and when his lips part Lance is there with his own, pressing gently and teasing with his tongue, until he's inside JC's warm, wet mouth, exploring every inch.
JC smiles into the kiss, letting Lance probe and explore. He should be angry that Lance isn't taking his problem seriously, but he can never stay mad at Lance. Especially when he's making him feel like this. They can be serious later.
Lance can tell that JC is still tense and knows it's going to take a lot more than just a kiss for him to really open up about this. But he intends to distract him as much as possible. What he's going to do when they actually do have to go to the doctor's office is another story. All he knows is that he's going to be there for his friend, in whatever way JC needs him. For now, he'll just do what he can to take his mind off it.
He pulls away, finally, to let them both breathe. "Hmmmm, everything seems to be fine there." He kisses the side of JC's mouth, then moves along his cheek until his lips find one very unpierced ear. "I think we need to check your ears," he whispers, as his tongue traces the outline of the ear and then licks it slowly, working its way down to the lobe, which Lance takes between his teeth and nibbles gently.
JC sighs. He loves having his earlobes nibbled, a fact of which Lance is very much aware. "Mmm, Dr. Bass, that's quite a bedside manner you have there. What's your examination telling you?"
Lance takes JC's face in his hands and stares into JC's eyes, his mouth drawn in a line. "It's telling me you have very sexy ears." He moves to the other ear and gives it the same attention as the first. "I think I better check you glands now," he growls, as he traces JC's jawline down to his neck, which he kisses and sucks, his own excitement at this game increasing by the minute.
"Sexy ears? Is that serious, Doc? Will I ever play the violin?" JC's hands are twitching, eager to reach out and touch Lance, but he fights the urge, allowing Lance to play out his game. At least as long as he can stand it. Which, if Lance keeps kissing his neck like that, is not gonna be very long.
"Mmmm, very serious," Lance murmurs, tasting the coconut- scented suntan lotion JC slathered on by the pool. He brings his hands to JC's chest and traces the muscles through his tank top. "Let's have a listen to your heart," he commands as he lifts JC's shirt up and over his head and tosses it on the floor. He places his hands on JC's waist and returns his tongue to JC's neck, needing to taste it one more time before trailing his tongue down along JC's collarbone and then even further down along the center of his smooth chest. He can feel JC's quickening heartbeat against his lips, and he smiles. He never anticipated how aroused he would get, but then again, this is JC he's doing this to. How could he not be aroused?
JC can't be the good patient anymore. He lets his head drop forward, breathing in the sun-warmed scent of Lance's hair, of his skin. He kisses the top of Lance's head, and his hands move around Lance's neck, stroking the back of his head.
Lance gazes up at his "patient." "I see you're responding to my treatment. That's a good sign." His lips locate one puckered, brown nipple, and his tongue flicks out to taste the tiny bud while his fingers find the other and tease it into hardness.
"Baby, if my regular doctor were as hot as you, I'd be a hypochondriac." JC arches his back, pressing his chest against Lance's hot mouth. His hands stroke up and down Lance's back and he continues to drop kisses into Lance's hair.
"If I knew playing doctor would be this much fun, I'd have gone to medical school," Lance replies, his voice husky. "But you know, I really think in order to be thorough I need to check all your organs." And with that, he lets his hand drop to JC's crotch, where he massages the growing bulge through his swimsuit.
JC groans in pleasure. With one hand, he tilts Lance's face up to his to kiss him. Not passively this time, but very aggressively, probing Lance's mouth as Lance had earlier probed his. His other hand works its way under Lance's t-shirt, moving slowly over the warm skin.
Lance leans into the kiss, never having expected JC to be so participatory, given his state over the news of their impending trip. He loves that JC is always so giving, even when Lance is trying to be the one to give his lover pleasure. He rubs JC's crotch harder as JC's tongue explores his mouth, his own heart pounding in his chest.
JC finally breaks the kiss, breathless. "Well," he asks huskily. "Have you reached a diagnosis?"
"Yes," Lance says softly. "I'm afraid . . . you're very horny. I think I need to examine this problem closer. Lie back."
"But Doctor," JC grins as he complies. "Can I be cured?"
"I don't know. It's hard," Lance grins as he removes JC's shorts, "for me to determine at this time. Of course, you have to want to be cured. Do you want to be cured, Mr. Chasez?" And with that, he touches JC's hard member.
"I--oh!--I--yes. Cure me, Dr. Bass Cure me."
"That's more like it." Lance strokes JC's erection, gently at first, brushing his fingers against the hot surface. Soon, he curls his fingers around the shaft and slides his hand down to the base, which he squeezes gently, and back up again to the tip, where he replaces his hand with his tongue.
JC groans and digs his fingers into the bedclothes as he feels the heat of Lance's tongue, his lips, his mouth. His boy really knows how to take his mind off things, he thinks as one hand strays to thrust into Lance's hair.
Lance feels his own wave of pleasure course through him when he hears the sounds coming from his lover. With JC's encouragement, Lance has slowly begun to overcome his discomfort over this unconventional relationship, so he'll do whatever it takes to keep JC happy.
Gripping JC's thighs, Lance swirls his tongue around and around the hard shaft, licking at times and sucking gently at others. Finally, he takes the length of the erection in his mouth as far as it will go, and rhythmically slides up and down over the slick surface.
JC feels the strong urge to thrust, which he tries to ignore, wanting to make this last as long as possible. Lance's mouth is so hot, his tongue so sensitive that he's making it nearly impossible for JC to hold on. He gives up and allows himself to thrust, whispering Lance's name.
Lance allows JC to take as much pleasure from this as he wants, but he also wants to give himself over to his lover. So he releases JC's throbbing erection, giving it one last lick. He buries his face in the soft curls, taking in JC's delicious, musky scent before kissing his way up the long, lean torso until he's stretched out beside his lover. He reaches down with one hand to continue stroking, but now his face grows serious. "Josh, I know you're scared about the shots, and it kills me that I can't do anything about it. I don't ever want anyone or anything to hurt you. But I also want you to know that I will always be here for you. I love you, Josh."
JC pulls Lance even closer. "Mmmmm. I know that, baby." He smiles. "I guess there's no chance the doc'll let us do this while he's making me into a pincushion . . . "
Lance's eyes widen at the suggestion. He laughs and hides his face in JC's shoulder, relieved his friend can find humor in all of this. His lips touch the skin there, and he pulls back to face the older boy. "You know, that's not a bad idea. Sure, I can just see it: 'Doc, you don't mind if I give my boyfriend a blow job while you stick him, do you?"
"Works for me." JC captures Lance's smiling mouth with his own for a brief, but intense kiss. "I-I'm still scared, Lance, but it helps to know you're with me."
"Well," Lance begins, climbing on top of JC and straddling him, "if it's pointy things you're afraid of I think there's one more thing that may help ease your fears." He leans down and captures JC's mouth with his own, and presses his own hardness against the body beneath him.
JC slides one hand up underneath Lance's t-shirt, caressing the soft skin of his back. The other cups Lance's firm, round butt, pulling him closer as JC presses his own hips upward against his lover's.
Lance moans with delight at the sensation of JC's hands. He lifts his shirt up and pulls away just long enough to get the garment off and away. He wants so badly to feel JC's warm skin against his own, and he falls back down to kiss JC's neck.
JC lets his fingers roam Lance's stomach and up along the curves of his chest, finding and teasing one already hard nipple. His other hand pulls up one leg of Lance's shorts to caress the sensitive flesh at the top of his thigh.
Lance's leg jerks at the touch; so close is JC to Lance's heated member that any touch feels like it will send him over. So he lifts his hips slightly to allow JC better access while his own hand reaches up to touch JC's face--the strong jaw, the full, moist lips, the defined cheekbones.
JC turns his face to Lance's hand, kissing the palm and then taking the thumb into his mouth. He slips his hand around to the front of Lance's shorts and cups the hardness there for a moment, before sliding his cool hand down past the elastic waistband and clasping it around the hot stiffness.
Lance gasps as the two sensations hit him at once: JC's warm, wet tongue on his finger and his cool hand on his throbbing erection. He watches as JC's lips close over his thumb, his cheeks flushed with desire. He unconsciously begins thrusting into JC's other hand, so hypnotized is he by the beauty of his lover's face that he doesn't even realize his body is reacting.
JC reluctantly releases Lance and rolls him off to one side so he can remove and discard Lance's shorts. He slides his slender body back into place next to Lance's, marvelling at how perfectly they fit together, loving the feeling of skin on skin the whole length of their bodies. JC looks into Lance's flushed face, his lust-clouded eyes, and wonders for the millionth time what he ever did to deserve this love. His lips move closer, so close that Lance can feel the words more than hear them. "I want you."
Lance shivers. What started out as a game has now become so much more, as their lovemaking always does. JC's words thrill him; each time he discovers something new. "I'm all yours," he murmurs, knowing the words are an inadequate representation of how he feels at this moment.
They're kissing again, and JC wonders how anyone can always taste so good. He reaches down between their tightly pressed bodies and finds Lance's erection once again, quickly finding a rhythm that makes Lance's breathing quicken.
Lance thrusts his tongue further into JC's mouth, matching the rhythm of JC's hand on his organ. He moans into his lover's mouth and squeezes his eyes shut as the intensity of JC's touch consumes him. JC breaks the kiss and pulls back, gasping for breath. With other lovers, the excitement has worn off after a while, but Lance does this to him every time. "Make love to me, Lance," he whispers, voice heavy with need.
With half-lidded eyes, Lance replies slyly, "Are you sure you're not too scared of my . . . needle?"
"Like you said--the way to deal with fears is to confront them. And baby? That ain't no needle."
Lance glances down between them and sees the dual erections. He smiles and rolls JC onto his back, then growls, "Oh, what is it?" He reaches under JC and moves them up on the bed so he can reach the nightstand. Reaching into the top drawer, he removes a tube of lubricant.
JC just lies there, watching Lance. He loves watching him do the simplest things--the stretch of his arm as he reaches for the drawer, his hands on the knob.
Lance parts JC's legs with his knees, and in that position squeezes out some of the lubricant into the palm of his hand. He puts the tube on the night stand and rubs his hands together, never taking his eyes off JC. The way JC is looking at him right now sends heat through his entire body; part of him is extremely self- conscious and the other part is completely aroused. Those eyes are looking at ME, he thinks. Why? He realizes how lucky he is to have JC here right now as he brings his hands to his hardened member, sighing as the lubricant covers the entire shaft. Then he lowers himself so he is inches away from JC's face. "Just tell me where it hurts, and I'll make it all better," he whispers, before sliding his hand down to JC's erection, squeezing gently, and then over his balls to the delicate opening below.
"Mmmmm. Right there, Doc. It ACHES." JC lifts his head to meet Lance's lips, while he slides his hands over Lance's torso, letting them rest lightly at his waist.
Lance gently inserts first one finger, then a second, just to make sure the whole experience will be as comfortable for his lover as possible. They've made love dozens of times before this, but in JC's tense state he doesn't want to add physical discomfort. So he whispers words of love in JC's ear as he removes his fingers and thrusts his hot member inside.
JC feels himself being filled, completed. He drops his hands to Lance's butt and at the same time thrusts his hips upward, taking Lance into himself as deeply as he can. His mouth is open, avid, kissing Lance's face, his ear, his hair.
Lance reaches under JC and supports his hips with his hands. He's never wanted to please his lover as much as he does now. It's rare that JC lets Lance take care of him, so Lance is treating this as though it's the most important task in the world right now. His brow furrows in concentration the way it does when he's reading a contract or some Free Lance papers. But his body is ignited with all the passion he can muster, sweat trickling down his back, and he tries to relay that to JC with his increased thrusting. He slides one hand out from under JC and uses it to stroke JC's pulsing erection, hoping to give him as much intense pleasure as Lance is experiencing. "Josh, Josh, Josh," he whispers as he thrusts even further into his lover.
Lance's hand closing over his erection is almost enough to push JC over the edge, but he holds on. He tightens his grip on Lance, meeting Lance's thrusts even more eagerly with the rocking of his own hips, urging him on, whispering encouragement "Yes, baby. Harder, please."
"I don't want to hurt you," Lance moans and bites his lip as he pushes further. He's so close now, and he feels like he's going to explode.
"You could never hurt me, baby," JC growls as he gives one final thrust of his hips before his orgasm slams into him. He cries out Lance's names as his body shudders and shakes.
The hot fluid erupts in Lance's hand, and he smiles as he watches JC's face as he comes. He closes his mouth over his lover's, capturing the sounds coming from his throat. Lance quickens his thrusting, his whole body vibrating from the sweet tightness of being inside JC. He pulls back and gazes at his lover as his own orgasm tears through him and into JC. He cries out before collapsing onto JC's chest.
JC wraps his arms tightly around Lance, holding him close as their heartbeats slowly return to normal. When he can finally speak, he asks, "So, Doc, what's my prognosis?"
Lance rests his chin on JC's chest as he gently pulls out. "I think you're gonna be just fine."
"But you'll still come hold my hand?"
"Josh, I'll hold anything you want."
"Somehow I don't think the doctor would go for that."
"We really ought to consider alternative medicine. But seriously, Josh, you know I'll be there for you. I'll always be there for you."