Forever Young: Double Date
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Number 11 in the series.
"Dudes, I'm getting worried about JC and Lance." Joey watches Justin and Chris playing Nintendo and continues. "Neither of them has had a date in like a million years."
"So?" Chris says, not even glancing away from his game.
Justin, however, looks up. "Yeah, you're right. It's weird. JC has almost as many girls come on to him as ME, but he never scores."
"Ego much, JuJu? Seriously, Lance I can understand. He's so quiet and shy, but JC? And it's just not natural to go this long without female companionship."
"What can we do?" Justin frowns in concentration.
"Look, tomorrow we have a night off. So tonight, we'll check out the girls at the show, and find someone to fix them up with."
"Yeah!"
*****
"I don't think so."
"Lance, it's one date. C'mon, she's really cute and she thinks you're cute too. And that's saying a lot." Joey smiles, and Lance makes a face.
"Joey, if I wanted to go out with someone, believe me, I'd ask. I have to study and stuff."
"You don't have to study every minute. One date."
Lance realizes Joey is not going to let this go, so he sighs and throws his hands in the air. "Whatever." How is he going to explain this to JC?
*****
"Justin, NO. How pathetic do you think I am?"
"Really pathetic, C. Seriously, you're gonna break her heart if you don't go out with her."
"How can I break her heart? I don't know her, she doesn't know me. What'll we even talk about?"
"Who needs to talk? Besides, Joey's fixing Lance up with her sister. So you can double date and you can talk to Lance if you get bored."
"Lance? Lance is going out on a date?"
"Yeah, shocking, isn't it?"
*****
"I couldn't get out of it. Joey wouldn't leave me alone."
"You think he and Justin practiced together?" JC smiles ruefully. "It would have to be tonight. I was so looking forward to having some alone time."
"Me too. It feels like it's been forever since we had any time to ourselves. Look, maybe we should just go, get this over with, and then they can stop bugging us. And as soon as we can, we'll duck out. We can say we have an early rehearsal tomorrow or something."
"As long as you don't decide your date is cuter than me."
"No one is cuter than you."
"You are."
"How did I know you were gonna say that? C'mon, we have to get to the photo shoot, and the sooner we get that over with, the sooner we can get this date over with."
JC grabs his jacket. "You're such a romantic."
*****
That was one thing JC was wrong about. Lance figured if he had to go on this date he might as well show these girls a good time. After all, they'd never see them again. So while JC was in the shower he went out and picked up a rose from a nearby flower shop. Girls like that stuff, he told himself.
As they finish getting ready, JC eyes the flower dubiously. "You really are gonna ditch me for this girl."
"Maybe. If she's a better kisser."
"I think you need a reminder." JC walks over to Lance and tilts his face up with both hands. He leans in and presses his lips gently to Lance's, opening and closing them over the younger boy's lips again and again before finally venturing out with his tongue. He presses forward until Lance's lips part, welcoming him in, and he caresses every surface of Lance's warm mouth. Finally, when they're both breathless, he pulls back, pressing a few more tiny kisses against Lance's full mouth. "Just to give you a point of comparison," he whispers, still close enough for his breath to fan Lance's face.
Lance is surprised JC can even touch him; his whole body is on fire. He licks his lips, wanting to taste JC even more. "Um, I think it's gonna take a lot to top that. We . . . we better go. Before I can't."
JC steps back, grinning. He was actually feeling a little insecure, but Lance's reaction to his kiss tells him that he has nothing to worry about.
Lance checks his watch. The second hand circles the dial slowly, so slowly that Lance thinks his watch is broken. It's going to be a long night.
*****
With the introductions dispensed, Lance and JC walk with their two young dates to the restaurant they've chosen. Marnie, Lance's date, was so charmed by his presentation of the rose she smiled and blushed sweetly. Elsa, JC's date, was lively and talkative the minute they arrived at the boys' hotel.
Now, Lance studies his menu nervously; he knows he shouldn't be nervous, but he can't stop his leg from bouncing under the table. JC asks a question about what the girls like to do, and Marnie mentions that she likes to collect Dr. Seuss books. Lance looks up from the menu, startled. "You like Dr. Seuss?"
"Yeah, why?" Marnie asks, curious.
"So do I. I mean, I love those books. They're crazy." He smiles, relieved that they have something in common.
JC turns to Elsa. "So how did Joey and Justin manage to talk you into this?" Elsa blushes slightly, making JC think of Lance. She has the same fair coloring as Lance, and apparently the same thin skin.
"Oh, it didn't take much convincing. We've seen you play a few times, and you are . . . you are my favorite."
"Thanks. That's so sweet," JC replies, feeling a little guilty at being out with this nice girl on false pretenses. He lifts the menu again. "So, what's good here?" Elsa leans closer, her long hair brushing JC's arm as she points out various items on the menu.
Lance glances up; he feels a pang of jealousy as Elsa narrows the gap between herself and her date, Lance's boyfriend. He begins to wonder if JC actually likes her--likes her as in attracted to her. "Lance? Is that okay with you?" He's pulled from his trance by the sound of Marnie's voice.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. That's fine." He has no idea what he's agreeing to until the waiter comes over to take their order, and Marnie orders for him. He's never had a girl order for him before; he finds it surprisingly flattering.
JC catches the look in Lance's eye and suddenly feels bad for having been jealous, even fleetingly, over Lance and Marnie's common interest. He extends one long leg under the table and finds Lance's foot, rubbing his own against it reassuringly.
Lance starts, then smiles. "What's so funny?" Marnie asks.
"Oh, um, nothing. It's just . . . I'm having a good time." In truth, he is.
"Me too." She reaches over and places her hand on top of his. Lance swallows and glances at JC. He doesn't want to be rude, but he's afraid of what JC will think.
JC raises an eyebrow but smiles, giving Lance's foot another nudge. Elsa asks him about life on the road and he talks about traveling on the bus, and some of the cool places they've been until the appetizers arrive.
Relieved that there's something else to focus his attention on, Lance digs in hungrily, listening to the conversations around him and nodding intently. He begins to feel restless, though, by the time the first course is done. But Marnie really is being very entertaining, telling him stories about her school, and he counters with stories of their shows. There's much laughter by the time the main course arrives, and when Lance sneaks a glance at JC, he can see his friend's eyes sparkling with delight.
JC has to admit, it's fun being with people who AREN'T part of the group, part of the tour. It feels like they're from another world. And Joey and Justin were right--they ARE cute and also nice. He's having way more fun than he expected to. But he still wants to make it an early evening, to spend some time alone with Lance.
By the time dessert arrives, Lance is feeling much more relaxed. He's ordered a creamy, chocolatey confection with a dollop of whipped cream on the side. When some of the cream attempts to flee his plate, Lance scoops it up with one finger and innocently licks it off.
JC is instantly transported back to his and Lance's first date. He remembers brushing chocolate off Lance's face with his own finger. He remembers holding hands. He remembers their very first kiss. And he remembers how unsure they were. He's so lost in his memories that for a moment he doesn't even notice Elsa tugging on his arm. "JC, JC, the waitress wants to know if you want more coffee."
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I just spaced out for a minute. Yes, please." He berates himself for being so rude to this sweet girl.
Lance is so focused on talking to Marnie about music that he doesn't even realize the check's arrived. As he and JC settle up, Marnie asks, "So, what would you like to do now?" Lance freezes, and shoots JC a look. He's had a great time; it really is fun spending time with people outside their protective circle. But all he wants right now is to be alone with JC.
"Well," Elsa says, taking JC's arm confidently. "There's an all ages club nearby. Even they . . . " She indicates her younger sister and Lance. "...would get in."
"Gee, I don't know," JC begins. "We do have kind of an early rehearsal tomorrow." He stops when he sees the disappointed look on Elsa's face. He turns to the others, and sees the expression mirrored on Marnie's. "Lance?" He's torn between his own desires and those of his new friends.
"Um, well, we really do have an early rehearsal tomorrow. I'm sorry. It's part of being in the band. We don't even get many nights off. This was a real exception."
"B-but it's so EARLY." There could be tears in Marnie's round blue eyes at any moment. "And I thought you LIKED us."
"Aw, we do. I do. It's just that, we're going to be leaving in a few days anyway." Lance looks pleadingly at JC. Well, maybe they could go for just a little while. "Okay, but we can't stay out late." He hates to use this excuse, but desperate times call for desperate measures: "I kind of have like a curfew." He's embarrassed to even say the words, but if it helps them get back earlier, so be it.
"Oh, me too." Marnie giggles. "My papa doesn't even let me go out with boys alone. Only if I go with Elsa."
Yeah, Lance's dad isn't too thrilled about him going out with boys, either. JC thinks as they begin walking toward the club.
"I think you'll be safe with us," Lance says confidently. And the club does turn out to be fun. There's a mix of older kids and kids his age, and the music's great. And since the club is crowded it affords Lance and JC a chance to make contact without anyone noticing. By the time they're ready to go, Lance has worked up a sweat and is eager to get back to the hotel. "I had a really great time," he tells Marnie, as they wait for a taxi to send the girls off in.
"Me too. I wish you were staying longer," Marnie coos. She looks up at him expectantly.
"Oh, um, me too." He leans down and places a sweet kiss on her cheek. Fortunately, just then a car pulls up.
JC is a little embarrassed when Elsa plants one right on his lips, but it's over quickly, and he and Lance hand the girls into the taxi and wave as they drive off. "I don't know how the other guys do it," JC muses as he and Lance start to walk back to the hotel. Going out with someone different every night. Going through all the 'getting to know you' stuff again and again. And what if you met someone you really like, knowing we'd have to leave in a day or two?"
"I know I couldn't do it. I kind of like getting to know the person I'm with. Real well." Lance entwines his hand in JC's; it's dark out and they're almost at the hotel anyway. JC squeezes Lance's hand. "Just another reason I'm lucky to have you."
Lance releases the hand as they enter the lobby. "What's lucky is that Lynn put us in the same room."
"What's lucky is that your mom went home for a few days. I don't know how she managed to make sure we never got a put in the same room for so long without Lynn suspecting something."
"I think she told my mom that since Justin and I are closer in age that we should be together. She's smart that way. But if she finds out we're roommates now, she'll be so pissed."
JC gives Lance a melting look as they get on the elevator. "Well, if we're going to get in trouble anyway, we might as well make the most of it."
"Starting now." As the doors close Lance wraps his arms around JC's waist and kisses him.
JC's arms slip around Lance's neck as he returns the kiss, coaxing Lance's tongue into his mouth. "So have you made your comparison?" he whispers when they separate.
"I dunno. It might take a while before I really decide." The elevator stops and the doors open, and Lance quickly pulls back, flustered.
"We'll just see about that," JC says with a grin as they start toward their room.
Two doors pop open and three pairs of eyes look at them questioningly while three pairs of hands grab for them. "Well? How was it? Did you have fun? Were they hot?" Before they can protest, they're pulled into Joey and Justin's room, the door thudding closed behind them.
"Guys, it's late, do we have to do this now?" Lance whines.
"You bet. I want all the details while they're fresh in your mind, Lance," Joey states.
"They were cute."
"Just cute?" Justin asks.
"They were nice."
"NICE? Dude, we fixed you up with a couple of hotties. That's all you can say?"
"It's all I want to say right now."
"Ohhhhhhh, I knew it!" Joey moves in closer. "So something DID happen."
"Maybe, and maybe not," Lance replies, mysteriously.
"We don't kiss and tell, right Lance?" JC says, trying to back out of the room.
"Right," Lance agrees, blushing. He follows JC's lead and backs toward the door.
"And if you want to hear more you're gonna have to wait till tomorrow because we have that rehearsal and interview and talk show and . . . "
"And we get it. But you're spilling tomorrow, Lance." Joey closes the door and shakes his head. "You believe that? We fix them up with two babes and this is the thanks we get."
JC gives an exaggerated sigh of relief as they escape their overexcited bandmates. "I love them, I do, but sometimes I wouldn't mind if they disappeared from the face of the earth."
"Well, in here," Lance says, unlocking the door to their room, "they don't exist."
"Good." JC carefully locks the door and turns to Lance. "Now I believe you still had some comparisons to make?"
Alone, without any distractions, Lance suddenly feels nervous. This is the first time they've officially shared a room together. "I do, huh. Um . . . " he mumbles, biting his lip.
JC puts both hands gently on Lance's shoulders but doesn't draw him closer. Not yet. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing. Nothing, really. It's just that . . . we're finally alone."
"But that's a good thing, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's a very good thing. It's just, okay, I'm like, a little nervous."
"You don't need to be. This isn't the first time we've been alone together; this isn't the first time we've spent the night together. You have to know by now that I'm not going to jump you. Unless you want me to."
"Maybe that's what I'm afraid of."
"What? That you'll want me to?"
"Yeah. I mean, let's face it: We've been together for months now. It's the next step, right?"
"We're not on a schedule Lance. It's the next step when we're both ready for it to be the next step. And to tell you the truth--I love what we do together. I love how you make me feel and I love making you feel things. And when we're ready to do more, I'll love that too. But what I'm really looking forward to tonight is falling asleep with you in my arms, and waking up with you in my arms."
"Really? 'Cause I'd like that. A lot. Like, a LOT."
"Really really." JC pulls Lance to him, then, wrapping him tightly in his arms, and they stay like that, simply holding each other, for several minutes.
Until Lance can't hold back any longer. He's waited all day for this moment, so he pulls JC a little closer and presses his lips to the older boy's. His lips linger for a moment, then he pulls back and leans his forehead against JC's. "Wanna get comfortable?"
"Yeah. Good idea."
Lance leads JC into the room and, without warning, takes a flying leap onto one of the double beds, landing on his side and smiling mischievously. With the pressure off, he wants to have some fun.
JC stands at the foot of the bed and grins down at the younger boy. "You look pretty comfortable." He kneels on the end of the bed and slowly, sensuously stretches himself out until he is reclining beside Lance. "Very comfortable."
"It's a nice, big bed." To emphasize, Lance bounces a little.
"Plenty of room for two," JC agrees.
"Good thing you're so skinny," Lance teases, poking JC playfully in the belly.
"We've got another one if you're feeling crowded." JC moves to roll off the bed.
Lance grabs the neckline of JC's shirt. "Not so fast."
"Hey, a little less stretching my shirt out of shape, if you don't mind."
"Fine. You care more about your shirt than having fun . . . " Lance lets go, rolls onto his back, and folds his arms across his chest.
"I'd rather wear you."
"I don't know. You seem awfully attached to that shirt."
JC pulls the shirt off and tosses it on the floor. "Better?"
"Wow. Much." Lance rolls onto his side, resting his head in his hand.
"But I'm cold now."
"You are? Aw, maybe I can help." Lance reaches out, pulling JC toward him as he rolls over once again, this time landing on top of JC's half-naked body. "Better?"
"Much, much better."
Lance kisses JC, something he's can't seem to get enough of these days, but something he doesn't seem to be able to do often enough. So he decides to savor this time alone and not rush it. He kisses just JC's lips, keeping his own mouth closed and moistened just enough.
JC slips one hand into Lance's soft hair as the other strokes up and down his back. He's determined to let Lance set the pace and he relaxes into the mattress, giving in to the long, slow kiss.
"You know," Lance says softly, "it was fun going out with those girls tonight. But it made me see more than ever that you're the only one I want to be with." He dips down for another kiss, this time letting his tongue graze the soft surface of JC's lips.
Lance's words warm JC more than any physical contact could. His lips curve into a smile against Lance's and he parts them in response to Lance's tongue. Lance has kissed JC enough by now that the inside of his mouth has become so familiar to him. As his tongue enters the warm confines of JC's mouth, Lance snakes his arms under JC's arms, his hands coming to rest by his head.
JC finds the hem of Lance's shirt and slips his hand under it, letting light fingers run over the soft skin of Lance's waist. His tongue meets Lance's in a teasing caress.
Lance presses himself tighter against the man under him; he knows the bulge in his pants is evident but he makes no attempt to hide it. His mouth soon travels across JC's cheek to his ear, and he pauses, breathing deeply before placing wet kisses along the ridges and curves and gently nibbling on the velvety lobe.
"Lance," JC whispers, moans, sighs. He lifts his hips to grind delicately against Lance's, shivering with pleasure as their growing erections brush and press against each other.
Freeing one hand out from under JC, Lance slides it between their bodies and cups the warm bulge between JC's legs. The friction of his trapped hand only adds to his own arousal, and he begins to plant wet kisses down JC's exposed neck.
JC drops his head back, giving Lance access to even more of his throat. With both hands he draws Lance's shirt up, caressing the skin he uncovers.
A shiver of pleasure travels up Lance's spine at JC's sensual touch. With his hand still between their bodies, Lance flicks open the button of JC's fly, lowers the zipper, and slips his hand inside, all the while sucking gently the crook of JC's neck.
This time the moan is wordless. The way Lance touches him. The fact that Lance learned this with him. The knowledge that no one else has ever made him feel this way. JC never thought one person could be so precious to him; he never thought he could be so in love.
Lance stops what he's doing and lifts his head; he captures JC's mouth in his own, concerned that JC isn't enjoying himself. He rolls off JC and begins to rub the bulge through JC's shorts, his lips never leaving JC's.
JC reaches out with his tongue, licking, running his tongue lingeringly around the inside of Lance's lips. He raises the fabric of Lance's shirt further to access an already hard nipple, which he caresses to even greater hardness.
Moaning into JC's mouth, Lance intensifies the friction against JC's erection. Before long, he slips his hand inside the shorts and comes into contact with the stiff member. Even Lance is amazed at his newfound confidence; being around JC has really helped bolster his self-image both professionally and, in this case, sexually.
JC tugs at Lance's shirt again, whispering, "Let me take this off you." He quickly strips the shirt off. He gathers Lance to him again, enjoying the press of Lance's chest against his, Lance's skin against his.
Lance can feel their heartbeats. It's almost as though their rhythms are . . . in sync. He smiles at the thought, at his luck at meeting this amazing guy, at being here alone with him. At how good he makes Lance feel.
JC feels the smile form against his lips and pulls back from the kiss to gaze up into Lance's pale jade eyes. He brushes a hand over the smooth skin, tracing the line of a cheekbone, of one perfect eyebrow.
Lance closes his eyes at the touch, unable to look into JC's hypnotic blue eyes. He sighs, savoring the intimacy, the freedom they have right now. With one hand on JC's chest, he absorbs the warmth radiating from his friend as his hand travels lower, back to that even warmer place.
JC guides Lance's mouth back to his. He releases Lance's face, letting his fingers drift slowly down Lance's rounded cheek, over his jaw and down his neck. JC's other arm is pinned beneath Lance, but he manages to run it down Lance's back to squeeze his firm, round ass.
A small whimper travels from Lance's throat into JC's mouth at the unexpected touch, and Lance increases the pressure on JC's crotch. Once again, he slips his hand inside JC's shorts, this time wrapping his fingers around the long, stiff shaft.
The hand on Lance's neck travels still lower, still slowly, tracing over Lance's chest and pausing to roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His hand continues its downward path, following the curve of Lance's stomach and finally dipping just under the waistband of his jeans.
Lance reflexively tightens his grip on JC's erection, and he rests his head against the older boy's shoulder as he increases the pumping motion of his hand. He writhes as JC's warm hand enters that private, intimate area. This is the part that excites Lance the most--the anticipation, the buildup.
JC gives Lance's ass one more squeeze, then follows the seam of his jeans between his legs. He moves his other hand to the front of Lance's jeans, cupping the firm bulge. Then he begins rubbing, just hard enough, with both hands.
Trapped between JC's caresses, small noises escape Lance's throat and refract off JC's skin. He swallows, trying to contain his arousal; JC is still more experience than he and Lance is still a little concerned about embarrassing himself. He draws his knees up against JC's long legs and closes his eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he throws his concentration into pleasuring his friend.
JC nuzzles in against Lance's throat, intent on increasing his pleasure. He knows how much Lance loves having his neck kissed, and he loves the warm, sweet Lance scent that is very intense right in the crook of his neck. He licks and kisses and very gently bites at the sensitive skin, while his hands continue to caress an even more sensitive area.
Lance writhes even more; he's like a cat having his belly scratched, so sensitive is his neck. He knows he's close; he moves against JC's hands and the friction is driving him wild. One hand cradles JC's head; the other, still wrapped around JC's heated member, moves even faster.
JC groans into Lance's neck and his hips thrust in response to Lance's hand in a rhythm older than time. He licks his way up to Lance's ear, and hotly breathes "Lance. Oh, Lance," directly into his ear, his brain, his soul.
That's all it takes; JC's voice is as enticing as any touch, and Lance bucks against JC's hand, his warm juices dampening the front of his jeans. His own hand never leaves JC, and he's careful not to squeeze too hard while he comes.
JC's hands keep moving on Lance, determined to give him every bit of pleasure he can, even as he feels himself explode into his boy's hand. He presses tiny, damp kisses to Lance's cheek as they quiver in each other's arms.
As his trembling subsides, Lance realizes he had been squeezing his eyes shut. He finally opens them, takes a deep breath, and gazes down at their sweat-soaked bodies. "What a mess," he murmurs.
"But SO worth it."
"Yeah," Lance purrs. "Josh, I don't want to date anyone else. I only want to be with you."
"Not even if Joey finds you another hottie?"
"You're the only hottie I want."
"Yeah, me, too. So does this mean we're going steady?"
"I don't know--am I supposed to give you a ring or something?"
"AND you're supposed to carry my books to class. But I'll settle for a kiss."
"Then let's seal the deal." Lance presses his lips to JC's, then rests his forehead against the older boy.
"I have another idea. We should take a shower, since we're so messy and all. And then we can sleep in the nice clean bed."
Shower? With JC? In the bright light of the bathroom? But then Lance notices the twinkle in his friend's eye. JC always seems to be able to bring things to the next level without making a big deal of it.
"Um, yeah." Lance looks at his hand, still covered in the sticky substance. "I guess that would be the right thing to do. But one thing, Josh: Just don't hog all the soap."
"I won't hog the soap if you don't hog the towels." JC stands and extends his hand to Lance.
"Nah, you're taller than me. You need more towels." Lance takes the hand and lets JC lead him to the bathroom.
JC turns on the shower, then moves back to Lance, who has turned away shyly. He leans his chin on Lance's shoulder and, reaching both arms around him, unbuttons his jeans.
Before, Lance was embarrassed about staining his jeans; now he's embarrassed about JC touching his stained jeans AND being in this brightly lit room. He wills himself to relax, watching as JC's hands work the button at his waist and reach for the zipper.
JC slips the jeans over Lance's hips and helps him step out of them and his briefs. "Hang on," he says and quickly fills the sink with water and tosses Lance's jeans and briefs in. He switches on the light over the mirror and steps past Lance to turn off the overhead. "Much better," he says, and reaches for his already open jeans.
Lance is amazed at JC's ability to read his mind. With the light less glaring he relaxes a little but still feels odd standing there completely naked. "You think of everything, don't you?" To distract himself, he helps JC out of his pants, and they soon join Lance's jeans in the sink. Now that they're both naked, Lance timidly reaches for JC's hand. JC meets Lance halfway, gripping his hand firmly as together they step into the tub. As the warm water washes over the boys, Lance averts his eyes, not quite knowing where to look. He's already beginning to feel aroused again, both from the steamy water and the proximity to the attractive boy standing before him.
JC smiles down at Lance and suddenly realizes that he scarcely has to look down at all to meet the younger boy's eyes. How did that happen without me noticing? "Hey, you got taller."
Lance's eyes meet JC's for the first time since they stepped in the shower. "I did?" He moves closer to the older boy and holds his hand up, measuring the distance between their heads. "Naw, maybe like a quarter inch."
"More than that. I can almost look straight into your eyes, now, and I couldn't when we first got together. Cool."
"Yeah, cool," Lance repeats, gazing into JC's eyes. JC's right; he is almost eye to eye with JC. "I guess I'm still going through puberty, huh?"
JC laughs. "Well, I never thought of it that way." He pulls Lance into the circle of his arms. "You seem pretty grown up to me."
"Yeah? Right now I FEEL very grown up." He feels the twitching between their pressed bodies without even seeing it.
"VERY," JC agrees as he pulls Lance still closer. Cheek to cheek, Lance closes his eyes against the spray of water. "Um, aren't we supposed to be getting clean or something?"
"I think we might need to get dirty again first."
"I like the sound of that." Lance presses his lips against JC's already wet cheek as he wraps his arms around JC's back.
"I thought you might." JC's hands flow over Lance's wet skin, and he turns his head to capture Lance's lips.
Lance parts his lips, inviting in JC's warm, delicious tongue. He forgets where they are, forgets that they're in the shower of a strange hotel room in a foreign country. When he's with JC, Lance seems to forget anything else exists.
JC's hands slip over wet skin, sliding up from Lance's waist over his chest. As he finds one nipple, he deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue tantalizingly.
Lance moans, then pulls away and blushes as he realizes the acoustics of the bathroom magnify his voice. He laughs nervously and takes a deep breath, all the while deeply aroused by JC's fingers on his chest.
JC turns them and presses Lance up against one tiled wall, pressing his length against the younger boy. He kisses his way down Lance's neck, running his tongue over his collarbone before bending lower to take one tight nipple into his mouth.
Trapped against the wall, Lance has no recourse but to let JC have his way, although he wants very much to touch his boyfriend. So he brings his hands to JC's head, caressing the wet hair and tilting his own face up to the spray of water.
JC's hand reaches to enfold Lance's growing erection as he moves to the other nipple. When he's teased that nipple to a tight peak, he drops to his knees in front of Lance. He rubs his head against Lance's erection like a cat, then pauses to look up at Lance's face.
Lance feels JC's eyes on him, so he lowers his eyes, swallows and, his voice cracking, whispers, "You don't have to do this."
"Yeah, I do." JC runs his tongue quickly over the length of Lance's shaft from base to tip and feels Lance shudder. "I do because I want to make you feel that."
Lance grips JC's shoulders. If JC only KNEW the way he feels right now. He groans, and throws all of his weight on the tiled wall. "Joshhhhhh." That's all JC needs to hear. His mouth engulfs Lance's erection, plunging down to take him in completely.
Lance's head whips from side to side as he claws the wall for purchase. Between the warm water trickling down his body and the warm mouth surrounding his heated member, Lance knows it's going to be only a matter of minutes before he'll find release from these intense sensations.
JC begins to move up and down Lance's hot shaft, now slowly, now quickly, his tongue constantly swirling and caressing. He brings one hand up to fondle and caress Lance's balls while the other holds his hips in place, supporting him against the wall.
Biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut, Lance is once again amazed at the new sensations JC is able to conjure up. He begins to thrust into JC's mouth, matching his friend's rhythm almost unconsciously while murmuring, "Feels so good, feels so good, so good, so . . . "
JC smiles and intensifies his efforts. It feels better than he could possibly have imagined to cause this reaction in his boyfriend, to be the reason that amazing voice is moaning encouragement, to be the force making Lance thrash in pleasure.
"Josh, you better . . . you better stop, 'cause I'm gonna . . . " Lance grits his teeth and tugs gently at JC's head.
JC has no intention of stopping. His movements are rapid, almost frenzied as he continues to lick and suck and devour Lance's heated stiffness.
With a cry that's louder than he intended, Lance's orgasm explodes, causing his knees to buckle. His one thought as he trembles against JC is how much he loves this boy.
JC wraps his arms around Lance's legs, supporting him until he can again stand on his own.
"Some shower," Lance groans, when he can finally speak. "I thought we were supposed to be getting clean."
"That's the good thing about hotels," JC murmurs as he kisses his way back up Lance's body. "They always have lots of hot water."
"Maybe cold water is what I need more of. Especially around you."
"That can be arranged." JC reaches for the shower control. "If that's what you really want. Otherwise, hand me the soap."
"Don't you dare. Here," Lance reaches for the soap but it slips out of his hand and leaps to the floor of the tub. "Oops. Sorry," he says, smiling sheepishly.
"You just really want me on my knees again, don't you, " JC says as he quickly drops down to retrieve the soap.
"No!" Lance protests, but secretly has to admit, what JC does to him, the way he makes Lance feel--he can't deny that he loves every minute of it. How far they've come in such a short time. And Lance knows it's only a matter of time before they go farther.
"Have I told you lately how cute you are?" JC begins rubbing the bar of soap over Lance's chest.
Lance rolls his eyes and keeps them focused on the wall. "Am not. Give me that." He grabs the bar of soap and lathers up his hands, then rubs them over JC's shoulders and the strong contours of his chest.
JC's eyes closer involuntarily as he enjoys the feeling of Lance's soap- slicked hands playing over his skin. "Are too," he purrs.
"You must be blind," Lance counters, tweaking one nipple playfully, then teasing it to hardness.
"All my senses are in perfect working order, thank you."
"All of them?" Lance traces a circle around the other nipple with the bar of soap while his other hand brushes against the ripples of JC's abs.
"Mmmmm. Some more than others."
"Tell me about it." Lance's hand moves even lower, tangling in the soft curls just above JC's stiffened member.
"Maybe I should show you instead."
Lance brings the soap down to JC's erection and rubs it along the long shaft. "How?"
"You can't tell?"
"I don't know. I think I'll have to take a closer look." He lowers his eyes, and grips JC's erection between his soap-slicked hands. He puts the bar of soap on the small shelf above them and returns his hands to the hardened shaft. "Hmmm, I guess your senses ARE in working order."
"But I'm not using them all."
"Oh. OH!" As the water splashes over their bodies, Lance brings his lips to JC's and kisses him, playfully at first, then more passionately, parting his lips and slipping his tongue between JC's teeth, while his hands begin to stroke JC's slippery erection.
JC savors the taste of Lance's tongue as he savors the supple hands caressing him.
Lance backs JC under the showerhead, so he is standing directly under the steamy spray. He can taste his own essence mixed with JC's sweet mouth as he rhythmically strokes JC's hot member.
The beating of the water adds yet another dimension to the sensations Lance is evoking in JC, and he closes his eyes again and loses himself in touch, in taste, in the warm, sweet scent.
Lance pulls back and studies JC's face; he's still never quite sure if what he's doing really gives JC enough pleasure. But each time they are together Lance learns something new, some new way to evoke a response from his more experienced friend. He quickens his movements, applying more pressure to JC's hardness, reaching one hand lower to caress his soft sac, bringing his lips to JC's neck and sucking gently.
JC groans deep in his throat and his hands splay against the tile for balance. He lets his head fall back against the tile as well, and his breath comes in gasps and pants. While quickening his strokes, Lance reaches with one hand to JC's tight butt, which he squeezes firmly, kneading the tight muscles while he kisses and nips lightly JC's shoulder.
JC starts thrusting into Lance's hand, his hips bucking almost frantically. Lance holds JC steady, raising his hand to the small of JC's back, where the perfect curve of his lower spine meets the swell of his firm ass. His strokes are steady and sure, meeting each of JC's thrusts. He watches JC's face now, each subtle change of expression as it plays across his face.
JC's eyes flutter open and he looks into Lance's wide, pale eyes. The expression in those eyes pushes him over the edge and he gives in to all the sensations surrounding him.
Wrapping his arm tightly around JC, Lance supports JC's weight as he listens to the sounds of pleasure coming from the older boy.
JC's head falls forward onto Lance's shoulder as he trembles in his boy's arms.
For the first time since they began their relationship, Lance feels that their roles have been reversed. Usually, it's JC who is the one holding Lance as he comes, comforting him, encouraging him. Now, as Lance brings JC close and feels the orgasm ripple through his friend, he's amazed that he can cause such a reaction, and he smiles into JC's hair.
JC lifts his head from Lance's shoulder, his mouth finding the delicate ear. "Lance," he whispers, as his arms tighten around the younger boy.
Lance cradles JC's head tenderly. "Was that, like, okay? 'Cause you're always doing things for me, Josh, and I just want to do things for you that, like, feel good too."
JC laughs. "Okay? OKAY? Lance, that was amazing."
"Amazing? Really? Nah." Lance smiles sheepishly, tilting his head up to the rush of water and shaking his head so he splashes JC.
"Really. But you know what? We're still not very clean."
Lance stares at JC, blinking. Then he loses it. He bursts out laughing, falling against JC and pushing him against the wall.
"You dork. You're getting me all wet."
"Isn't that the point?" Lance, still laughing, pulls JC back under the water. He never thought getting clean would be so much fun.
"One of them," JC agrees, enjoying the sound and the feeling of Lance's deep laughter. "Give me the soap and we'll try this again."
Lance reluctantly gives up the soap and smiles. "At this rate we'll be prunes by the time we're done."
"Okay. We'll actually wash this time. Of course, it would help if you could just manage to be slightly less adorable."
"It's kind of hard to be adorable when you're soaking wet."
"Not for you."
Somehow the two boys manage to wash and rinse themselves without further entanglement. They step from the steamy tub and wrap each other in large towels.
Lance scurries back to the beds and rummages for a clean pair of briefs and sweats. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he struggles to get them on without letting go of the towel. JC is less cautious, dropping his towel carelessly before slipping into boxers. Watching, Lance tosses his own towel on top of JC's and quickly shrugs on his pants. Still chilled from the air in the room, Lance dives under the covers. JC pads around the room, turning off all but the bedside lamp before climbing into the other side of the bed.
Spent and tired but very, very happy, Lance yawns and backs up until he feels the warmth of JC's body. JC settles into the crisp, clean sheets, then reaches to turn out the light. In the darkness, he gathers his boy close.
As he snuggles against JC, despite the coolness of the room, Lance has never felt warmer. He sighs quietly, and before sleep welcomes him into its dreamy world Lance's last, mumbled words for the night are, "I love you, Josh."
Drowsily, JC kisses Lance's shoulder. "I love you, too."