Snow White: Dopey
by Karen and LB
© 2002
JC stares morosely at the prescription bottle. He didn't get allergy attacks often, so why now? They finally had a night off, and he wanted to spend it with Lance, not all doped up on antihistamines. But if he's going to sing tomorrow night, he can't do it like this. He sighs deeply and pops the lid on the bottle, looking around for something to wash the pills down with.
Lance glances back and forth between the two bottles of wine in his hand. Both sound good, but he wants something sweet. It's their first night off in what feels like weeks, and he wants tonight to be special. Just the two of them. No reporters, no cameras, no crowds. He can't wait to get back to the hotel room; just the thought of having JC all to himself brings a smile to his face.
JC gives in to the inevitable, swallowing the hated pills with a $30 orange juice from the mini bar. He decides to play around with his portable keyboard until the medication kicks in or Lance comes back. After a few minutes, his head is leaning heavily in one hand, while he half-heartedly picks out a melody with the other.
Lance slides his card-key in as quietly as possible, hoping to sneak up on JC. He hears the lock click, then slowly opens the door, bag in hand, and closes it without a sound. He tiptoes over to the desk where JC sits, his back to Lance, places the bottle carefully on the dresser, and throws his arms around his lover's shoulders.
"Hi honey, I'm hooooome," he sings, planting a kiss on JC's right temple. There's barely a reaction. "Josh?"
JC finally lifts his half-closed eyes. "Hey, baby. Had to take those." He gestures vaguely in the direction of the prescription bottle. "I'm sorry."
Lance picks up the bottle and reads the label. A pang of disappointment shoots through him, but when he sees JC's glazed eyes and the way he can barely sit up, he pushes it aside. "Oh, Josh, it's okay. How are you feeling? You look like you can barely keep your eyes open. C'mon." Lance puts JC's arm around his shoulder, wraps his own arm around JC's waist, and lifts him from the chair. JC staggers a bit, catching Lance off-balance, but Lance manages to prevent them from both tumbling to the floor.
When they regain their balance, JC has turned so he's facing Lance, and he more or less drapes himself around Lance for support. JC's nose is buried in Lance's hair. "Mmmmm. Smells good," he mumbles, tightening his grip on his lover.
Lance grunts against the weight of the slightly taller man. "Yeah, well, let's get you to bed. I think someone here needs a nap." He tries to make his way to the large bed by the wall but JC isn't being much help. The backs of Lance's legs hit the edge of the bed and he falls backward, with JC on top.
Once again, JC manages to open his heavy eyelids. "Hey, baby." He nuzzles at Lance's neck. "What are you doin' here?"
"You're not making this easy, are you?" With some effort, Lance manages to flip them over so that JC is flat on his back. "How many of those things did you take, anyway?"
"Wha' things?" JC demands, momentarily mesmerized by the way the light makes a halo of the blond tips of Lance's hair. "Oh . . . oh . . . whatever it said on the bottle. Two? I don't feel so good, Lance."
"Oh gosh, JC, did you take more than two?" He rushes back to the desk to check the label. "You're only supposed to take two." He sits down on the bed next to JC and tries not think about how wonderfully vulnerable his lover looks right now. He runs a hand through JC's dark brown hair, smoothing it away from his forehead. "I know you don't feel well right now, Josh. That's why you need to rest." He stands up and slides his arms underneath the sluggish figure on the bed. Gradually, he's able to pull him up so that his head is resting on the pillows. "Better?"
"Yeah, better. But Lance?" JC plucks at Lance's sleeve, looking at him beseechingly. "Don' be mad at me. I really only took two. They just knock me out so bad. Thas why I don' take 'em unless I really hafta."
"I know, Josh. I'm not mad." Lance can't help but smile. Damn, JC sure is cute when he's doped up. "But next time you're not feeling well, let me know so I can help you, okay?" He puts a hand on JC's cheek and caresses it with his thumb. "Now, close your eyes and get some rest."
"Didn' wanna hafta rest. Wanted time with you. Will you lie down with me, Lance? So at least I know you're here?"
Lance just wants to hug JC. Even when he's spaced out he still thinks of nothing more than being with Lance. "Come here." Lance stretches out beside JC, leans his shoulders against the headboard, and cradles his friend, resting his head on his chest. He rubs a hand down his back, hoping to lull JC to sleep. He knows that if he stays like this for very long, being so close to his lover, he won't be able to stop at just rubbing his back. "You know you're adorable when you're wasted?"
"Nah, jus' stupid. Hate drugs." JC snuggles more tightly into Lance's embrace. This was nice. This was VERY nice. This was almost worth getting all doped up for. Lying in Lance's arms, resting on Lance's chest, breathing Lance's scent. Suddenly, the small part of his brain that's still functioning and at least one other organ remembers the OTHER side effect of this particular prescription.
"Just say no," Lance laughs and pats JC's back, then resumes rubbing. He could stay like this all day. It's not very often JC lets Lance do anything for him; usually, it's the other way around. He kisses JC's hair and takes a deep breath. He loves the way JC's hair smells. It's just regular shampoo, but somehow on JC it just smells so . . . unique.
JC looks up at Lance, eyes still drooping drowsily, but now filled with something else. "Just say yes," he slurs, as he starts kissing Lance's neck.
This is not what Lance expected. "Whoa, JC," he says, as he tries to push him off gently. "I, um, I . . . wow, that feels good. Um, I don't think we should be doing this in your condition."
JC giggles, a sound not often heard emanating from him. "We're lyin' down anyway. Might as well make the most of it." He pauses, blinks blearily, and pouts. "Unless . . . unless you don' want me. You mad at me cause I wrecked our night together?"
"Aw, Josh, I'm not mad. I could never be mad at you." He sighs. "There'll be other nights." He stops when he feels JC's hand on his leg. "Josh? Josh, I don't think we should be doing this while you're doped up. Oh my goodness." Lance feels a tingling in his crotch and he closes his eyes, trying to will it to stop.
"Why not? It's not like I'm inca-incap-ah. It's not like I don't know what I'm doin'. I jus', I jus' get kinda horny when I take those, is all. . . Nothin' wrong with wantin' my baby, is there?"
Lance tries to pry JC's hand off his leg, but every time he does it goes right back where it was. "No, Josh, I love it when you're horny, it's just that right now you're not thinking straight and I don't want to take advantage of--OHHH!" JC's hand slides upward, right into Lance's crotch.
"Mmmm, nice," JC mumbles as he massages the growing bulge. "Make love to me, Lance, please?"
This time, Lance doesn't try to remove the hand. He knows his resistance is crumbling. When JC looks up at him with those blue eyes full of yearning, he can't possibly say no. Part of him feels guilty, because he knows JC won't remember much of this tomorrow, but the other part can't help but give in to the temptation. After all, it's what they had planned for tonight anyway, right? Just not with JC tripping. "JC, you are NOT making this easy for me."
JC grins and for that moment looks wide awake. "I'm trying to make it hard, baby." His head drops again to Lance's shoulder, and he nuzzles into the crook between Lance's shoulder and his neck, all the while continuing to massage Lance's hardness.
Lance turns his eyes to the ceiling. "Oh, heck." Placing a hand under JC's chin he tilts his head upward and kisses him, softly at first, then with more urgency. Without breaking the kiss, he presses JC back into the pillow and rolls onto his side.
JC smiles into the kiss, pleased that he's finally gotten his way. He reaches for the buttons of Lance's shirt, but his fingers are too clumsy to handle them, especially one-handed. He contents himself with caressing Lance's chest through the soft fabric, his other hand still pressing against Lance's groin.
Lance's mouth curves into a smile as he realizes just how out of it JC is. He cups the older man's face in his hand. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea, Josh. I think you need to rest. You can barely hold your hand up."
"My hand may not be up, but other things are. I c'n rest later. Right now, I jus' want you." JC reaches up with that disputed hand and pulls Lance back down to him.
"JC, I--" but before Lance can finish his mouth is on JC's and the wall has crumbled. He knows he'll regret it later, but right now JC's hot tongue in his mouth is all he can think about. He grinds his crotch into JC's thigh and reaches down to rub the source of all of JC's energy. "Oh my gosh, JC, WHAT is in those pills?" he pants.
JC gives a little moan in response. He pushes his tongue a little deeper into Lance's mouth, savoring the taste and the feel of him. When his hand moves to the button of Lance's jeans, his fingers don't fail him, and with a little concentration he manages to unfasten it.
Lance groans into the kiss. He loves the idea of JC groping him like this, but he can't help feeling that he's taking advantage of him. He pulls away slightly, afraid he'll come too fast, and instead reaches for JC's shirt. He lifts it up but has a little trouble getting it over JC's head when JC begins waving his arms and giggling.
"Baby, I can't SEEEEEEE!" JC giggles, tangling the shirt even more severely and smacking Lance in the face in the process. This immediately sobers him, and he sweeps the shirt off himself in order to make sure Lance is okay. "I'm sorry, Lance. I didn't mean to hit you, baby."
As Lance falls back on the bed, he doesn't know whether to laugh or scream. His face stings from where JC clocked him, but the man is just so adorable when he's out of it Lance cannot be mad. "Ow," he says, holding his cheek. "I didn't know you like it rough."
JC sits up, and immediately regrets it--his head is swimming, but he bends over Lance and puts a cool hand on the cheek he hit. "I'm so sorry." Shock makes him suddenly much more sober. "You know I would never hit you intentionally, right?" He leans in to press a gentle kiss against the red mark he left.
"Ow," Lance says again, laughing this time. He holds the hand in his own. "I know. How about you let me undress you, okay?"
"Yeah, sounds less dangerous." JC very gently kisses Lance's cheek again, then brushes his hair back from his forehead.
Lance coaxes JC onto his back again with a kiss. He can't get over how cute JC is when he's like this, and it's turning him on in ways he never expected. With one hand cradling JC's face, he kisses his cheek, then moves down to his neck and slides his hand down the muscular chest, fingering first one nipple to a hard point and then the other. His hand travels lower, to the elastic of JC's sweats, and slips inside. His eyes grow wide as he feels the rock hardness under his palm.
JC lets himself drift back into his dreamy state, both soothed and aroused by Lance's touch. Every place that Lance touches feels alive, and when Lance slips his hand into JC's sweats, it's all he can do not to come right then. His hand caresses Lance's hair, than slips down to stroke the length of his back.
Kissing his way down JC's chest, Lance pauses to gently suck one nipple while caressing the other. His teeth nip lightly in hopes of keeping JC awake. He slowly lowers JC's sweats over his hips, rising to remove them completely. Placing his hands on either side of JC's legs, he kisses his way back up, licking the insides of his thighs, until he reaches the swell of his shorts. He pauses to see if JC is still with him.
JC is looking down at him, a slow, sleepy smile on his face. "Didja think I fell asleep? While you were doing THAT?"
Lance smiles back at him. "Just checking." He nuzzles the bulge, breathing in JC's particular scent. With his fingers hooked inside the elastic, he yanks down the shorts and tosses them on the floor with JC's other clothes. He parts JC's legs with his knees and leans down, eyes upward, as he licks just the tip of the long erection in front of him.
"Lance," JC breathes, staring down into the pale green eyes looking up at him. He reaches one hand toward Lance, but lets it drop. Lance feels a stab of guilt--JC can barely keep his eyes open and here he is mauling him. He gives him a gentle squeeze then sits back on his heels. Geez, he's beautiful, he thinks. But I can't just use him like this. Lance stretches out above the toned, naked body beneath and kisses him softly. "Josh, you still with me? 'Cause I can stop at any time."
JC pulls Lance close for another kiss. "Don't even THINK about stoppin’. Want you SO much. But aren't you wearin’ an awful lot of clothes?"
Somehow, JC always manages to bring color to Lance's cheeks. He looks down at himself and giggles. "Yeah, I guess I am. Don't go anywhere." He stands by the side of the bed, never taking his eyes off his lover, and removes his shirt, pants, and boxers. He gazes down at JC as he climbs back on the back and lies on his side, lightly tickling JC's chest.
JC sighs and turns toward Lance. This time when he reaches out, he doesn't give up halfway and instead touches Lance's face, then lets his hand drift down to his shoulder then his chest, following the lines of the defined muscles. Lance takes the hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the fingertips. "Let me take care of you for once." He leans down and presses his lips tenderly against JC's and slides his hand down the other's long torso until it comes into contact with JC's hard, throbbing cock. He grips it firmly, and begins a slow, rhythmic motion. Using his legs, he nudges JC onto his stomach. "Just relax," he murmurs softly in his ear while continuing to stroke gently. He reaches over to the small carry-on bag on the nightstand, and after fumbling for a bit, extracts a tube of lubricant. He places soft kisses on the back of JC's neck and at the tight spot where his shoulder slopes.
JC happily lets Lance take over completely. He loves when Lance does this, takes control. Heck, he loves Lance. Has he told him today? "I love you, baby."
Lance leans over and nibbles on JC's earlobe, an activity he takes great pleasure in. "I love you too, Josh. Even when you're being all dopey." Carefully parting JC's legs, Lance kneels between them. He pours some lubricant on his palm and rubs it on his now sizable erection. After setting the tube on the nightstand he gently raises JC's hips and kneads the firm muscles of his butt. He loves how every muscle in JC's body is completely toned. Lance slowly slips a lubricated finger into the opening, gently thrusting until he senses JC is ready. He positions himself behind his lover and pushes inside, letting JC's sweet tightness engulf him. Lance moans as he sinks down to press his chest against JC's smooth back, and he reaches in front with one hand to grip JC's hardness. He matches his own thrusting with the strokes of his hand, up and down the long shaft. "Oh my gosh, JC, you feel so good."
JC groans as he feels Lance fill him. He keeps thinking that it can't get any better with Lance, but every time proves him wrong. He pushes back with his hips, inviting Lance to go deeper, harder. He reaches behind him to grab Lance's round, firm butt, urging him on.
Lance has never seen JC so . . . eager. JC has always encouraged Lance to be more assertive in bed, but this time it's like JC wants him to take over completely. This excites Lance even more, and he quickens his thrusts while tightening his grip on JC's shaft. He kisses JC's sweat-soaked neck, biting lightly, and whispers, "I love you, I love you," over and over.
JC has never felt anything like this. It's like he's suspended, floating, everything reduced to the incredible pleasure Lance is giving him, and that voice whispering in his ear. He's not even aware he's whispering back "Love you, too, baby, love you too," as that voice pushes him over the edge and he erupts in Lance's hand.
It's JC's release that gives Lance the push he needs. He holds JC tightly against him--he's almost afraid he will crush him, so intense is the sensation he's experiencing. "Josh!" he cries out, slamming into JC and letting the orgasm fill him completely. For several seconds, he can't move. Then, seeing that JC is still, he panics. "Josh, oh my gosh, are you okay? I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He pulls out carefully and wipes the wet hair from JC's face.
JC stirs lazily. "I'm better 'n okay, baby. That was, that was . . . amazing." He tries to look up into Lance's worried face, but it's too hard to crane his neck like that, so he lets his head fall into the pillow again. "Did I 'member to tell you I love you?"
"Yeah, Josh, you did." Lance continues to stroke JC's hair and places tender kisses on his cheek. "Shhhhh. Now you just close your eyes and get some sleep, okay?" Lance rises and grabs a towel from the bathroom. He reaches under JC to clean him off, then pulls the covers around him and curls up next to the warm body, smiling. "It's just too bad you won't remember any of this tomorrow, babe."
JC turns toward Lance, snuggling up tighter to him, with a very goofy smile on his face. "I 'member it now," he murmurs. "Thank you, baby."