High Seas

by Karen and LB
© 2002

A tiny little but o' fluff inspired by Lance's call-in to TRL regarding his NYE party.

He had a limited time. Besides, JC was bugging him to get off the phone so they could fool around.

Oh! On Lance's new waterbed that his mama bought him.

"Babe, I'm totally turned on, but I'm getting seasick."

"Where's your sense of adventure? Take a dramamine."

"Why don't you just take my mind off of it?"

"So romantic. Here I get this waterbed especially for us and you don't even like it."

"I don't think US is what your mother had in mind. And I didn't say I didn't like it. It just takes some getting used to."

"My mom knows very well what I planned to use this bed for. But what can I do to help you get used to it, hmmmm? Tell me."

"I think you know."

"Nope. I want to hear it from you." Lance starts bouncing lightly on the mattress, causing both men to bob up and down.

"For starters, you can stop doing that."

Lance smiles, knowing how irritating he can be sometimes. "Well, if I can't do that, what can I do?"

"You can come over here. Sail if you have to. Swim. Jet-ski."

"Now you're speaking my language. But there's something else I'd rather ride."

"Oh, yeah? What might that be?"

"This." Lance rolls over on top of JC, placing his hand between JC's legs. The motion, however, causes the mattress to rise and fall once again. Lance giggles, searching for something to hold onto to keep from sliding off. "Okay, maybe this bed _wasn't_ such a good idea. But Joey swears by them."

"Well, we can't have Joey be more adventurous than us, can we?" JC braces a foot against the side wall of the bed, giving them a little stability. "Now tell me more about this riding you'd like to try?"

"It beats being on a jet-ski."

"Really? I didn't think you liked ANYTHING better than being on a jet-ski"

"I like being on you WAY more than being on a jet-ski."

"Prove it."

Lance places his hands on JC's waist. "Oh, you don't believe me?" he asks slyly, straddling his lover and rubbing his butt against JC's crotch.

"It's not that I don't believe you. I just want to see it demonstrated"

Lance looks off to the side. "But see, now you're putting me on the spot. I don't know if I can perform under pressure."

"Baby, it's when you're at your best."

"Then hang on, because we're about to hit rough seas," Lance growls, as he brings his face close to JC's and presses his lips against his friend's.