The Two of Us: Hook and Loop
by Karen and LB
© 2002
"Lance, I don't know why you're psyching yourself out about this. You do much harder stuff every day. You can do this."
"But I looked so stupid on the tape. It's supposed to be fun and cool. I just look like a circus freak," Lance sneers as he shrugs on his jacket.
"That's because you're holding back. It's like you think the wall is going to collapse or something. You need to relax more, and you need to trust the wall to hold you."
Lance fidgets with the cuffs of his sleeves as he considers JC's words. "You think that's it? You think I tense up?"
"Yeah, I do. C'mon, we'll work on it."
"This is so silly--you don't have to do this. I'm sure you have better things to do. Like sleep."
"I'll sleep later. With you in my arms. But for now, we're going to work on this. You'll feel better when you've got it down."
"You're right. How do you that?"
"Do what? Know you better than you know yourself? Practice. Lots of practice."
"I think you should practice every day. Just so you don't slack off." "Oh, I intend to. Now . . . " JC slips into his jacket and adjusts the trampoline. He bounces lightly and flings himself against the wall, easily, lightly. "See?" he says, peeling himself away. "The wall's not going collapse or anything. Your turn."
Lance hesitates, then climbs on the trampoline. He bounces as JC had done, but he knows his weight is distributed differently so when he smacks against the wall it's clunky, and one arm doesn't even catch. "Damn."
"Come back down for a minute. We're gonna try something else." When Lance complies, JC turns Lance away from him and rests his hands lightly on the younger boy's shoulders. "Okay, you're going to fall backwards, and I'm going to catch you."
"Yeah, right. Last time I did this with Chris I landed on my ass."
"You're not going to land on your ass. You trust me, don't you?"
Lance turns his head, even though he can't see JC behind him. "Of course I do. I let you hold my cell phone, don't I?"
"You sure do. So do this. I'm telling you, if you can get comfortable falling backward, you'll be more relaxed about jumping backward."
He's gone sky-diving. He rides a jet ski with ease. He's gone hang-gliding. So Lance can't understand why he's having trouble with a stupid velcro wall. With a sigh, he rolls his eyes but feels his body tense as he leans back. There's no doubt in his mind JC will catch him, but there's still a part of him that creates a vision of himself lying splattered on the ground.
"Hey, this is me back here. I'm not gonna let you fall."
Lance closes his eyes and falls back. His heart skips a beat as he anticipates the fall.
JC catches him easily, lightly. "That's a good start," he says, squeezing Lance's shoulders as he lifts him back to upright. "But you need to relax more, still."
"I'm trying. I just don't like not knowing what's behind me."
JC turns Lance toward him, kisses him hard and hot, then quickly turns him away again. "That's what's behind you."
"THAT'S supposed to relax me?" But before he can stop himself his body goes limp and he falls backward once again.
This time when JC catches him it's an embrace. "Much better," he murmurs. "Think about THAT next time you jump."
"I'll take you over that wall any day."
"That's good to know. One more time." Sighing heavily, Lance closes his eyes. This time, he pictures himself floating backward onto a large, comfortable bed where JC lies waiting. JC lets Lance fall much further this time, waiting till he practically hits the floor before catching him. Instead of lifting him back up, JC sits down on the floor himself, cradling Lance's head in his lap.
"Whoa, this is much better than a velcro wall," observes Lance. "Can't they just stick you up there?"
"I tried to talk Wade into it, but no go." JC plays with Lance's hair.
Lance closes his eyes, soothed by JC's touch. "He's tough, man. Mmmmm, this is much better than the wall."
"Hey, don't fall asleep on me. We've still got work to do."
"Aw, I thought you'd forget." Lance pushes himself. "You're worse than Wade."
"C'mon, do you have this much fun working with Wade?"
"No way. I keep expecting him to pull out a whip."
"That could be fun . . . "
"Josh! You would. And you know who'd get it the worst because he can't seem to get this stupid velcro wall thing right."
"I didn't mean him . . . "
"OH! Oh my goodness. I better start hiding my belts."
"Not feeling playful?"
"Always, darlin'," Lance leers.
"Then let's play on the trampoline."
NOW this is starting to sound like fun. Before, it felt like work. But with JC saying that in that voice of his, Lance backs up and hops onto the edge of the trampoline, crouches, and extends his hand to JC. JC climbs up.
"Now, the other thing I noticed is that you're not using your legs enough. To get the kind of lift you want, you need to use these." JC runs his hands up Lance's thighs.
"I . . . um . . . yeah, legs." It's suddenly getting very hot, and Lance begins to bounce lightly, barely lifting an inch off the trampoline.
"C'mon, bend those knees." JC settles his hands on Lance's waist and bounces, carrying Lance with him. Not used to being guided like this, Lance tenses up a little, but then does as JC instructs, bouncing higher each time.
"Now you're getting it!" JC gradually stops bouncing until they're completely propelled by Lance. "See? You're getting way better height."
"I am?" He looks down. "I am! Hey, this is fun." He bounces harder, putting his weight in his thighs.
"That's just it--it SHOULD be fun. If you're not having fun, you're not doing it right."
"Are we talking about this trampoline?"
"Mostly," JC grins. "But it applies to so many things. So you ready to try this by yourself?"
"I kind of like it with you, but yeah. I guess it's time."
"You get this down and I'm yours for the rest of the night." JC releases Lance's waist and jumps lightly off the trampoline. "Go for it."
With that carrot, Lance gazes down at JC and licks his lips. Then he focuses all his attention on the task at hand--he tunes out everything else but sticking to the wall. Bouncing once, twice, three times, Lance throws himself backward, landing square on the target. "I did it!"
"Great! Do it again!"
"Okay." Lance tries to extricate himself, but he had slammed himself so hard against the wall that with his arms outstretched as they are, and his legs splayed, he can't move. "Uh, JC, I'm kind of stuck here. Can you give me a hand?"
"Oh, man, I wish I had a camera."
"I'm glad you don't. Man, this stuff really sticks. C'mon, get me off."
"You want me, to, um, get you off?"
Lance reddens as he stammers, "Uh no, I mean, yes, I mean, oh heck, you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean." JC jumps back up on the trampoline. "But you look so cute, all helpless there."
Lance half-struggles, laughing at his predicament. "Okay, very funny. Now help me down."
JC presses himself against Lance. "I don't know. This has . . . possibilities."
Lance's heartbeat quickens with excitement as he considers JC's words. "You'd take advantage of someone in my . . . position?"
"Aw, baby, you know I wouldn't do that. Unless you wanted me too. And you did ask me to get you off."
"I did, didn't I?"
"Yeah," JC says, brushing a feather-light touch over Lance's crotch. "And I always try to give you what you ask for."
Lance feels a twitching in his groin where JC's fingers barely touched him. "Are you going to . . . ?"
Balancing on his toes, JC kisses Lance. "What do you think?"
"I think you already are."
JC's mouth practically crashes into Lance's. The kiss is hot and sweet and hard all at once. Lance is able to tilt his head enough for JC to reach, but with his arms the way they are he can't touch him, so he uses only his lips and tongue to make as much contact as he can.
JC kisses Lance on tiptoe until his calves start to scream, then he drops down. He opens the bottom of Lance's jacket and lifts his shirt so he can lick Lance's stomach. Lance drops his head and watches, breathing heavily as JC's warm, wet tongue grazes the surface of his stomach.
JC reaches for Lance's erection with one hand. The other begins working the button of his jeans.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Lance moans quietly, struggling against the velcro holding him. He throws his head back and takes a deep breath, determined to make the most of his predicament.
JC gets the button open, then the zipper. He manages to lower Lance's jeans and boxer-briefs enough to free his erection. Then he steps down off the trampoline and pushes it a few inches away, stepping close to Lance again. He's the prefect height for what JC has in mind, and JC caresses Lance's erection with his hand once more before sliding his lips over the tip.
"Oh gosh, JC!" Lance practically screams, gritting his teeth and stifling another cry welling deep in his chest. He's rock-hard now, his erection the only thing able to move.
In response, JC twirls his tongue around the hot tip, enveloping even more of Lance's stiffness in his mouth.
Lance turns his head to the side, needing to do something, needing to touch JC, secretly loving that he can't, that JC is entirely in control of this situation.
It's rare that Lance gives up control of anything, so this is a new experience, one JC finds incredibly exciting. He brings up one hand to caress Lance's balls as he continues to take Lance in a fraction at a time. He knows what it costs Lance to be passive, and he's determined to make it worthwhile to him.
"JC . . . JC . . . ," moans Lance, over and over. "You're loving this, aren't you?"
"Mmm hmm," JC purrs, letting the vibration resonate the length of Lance's erection. He looks upward, his eyes amused and lust-clouded at the same time.
"It's . . . killing . . . me." Lance tries to arch his back, but the velcro won't give.
JC pulls back, but only enough to speak. "You want me to stop?"
"If you do, I don't think I'll be able to get off this thing."
"I'll get you down, when the time comes." JC looks up and grins."You see, after I'm done here, I'm going to take you down and make love to you right down here on this trampoline. Just so you know the schedule. I know how you like schedules." JC licks the length of Lance's erection, from base to tip, before taking it into his mouth again.
"I love schedules. I LOVE schedules," Lance cries out, anticipating every second that JC has planned.
JC devours Lance, taking him in as far as he can. He finds his rhythm and his mouth moves over Lance's stiffness like silk enveloping silk. Lance tries to keep quiet, but the intense sensations compounded with his incapacitation are too much. He grunts each time JC's mouth slides over his erection, and he knows he's not going to last much longer.
JC releases Lance's erection momentarily, long enough to take each ball into his mouth and caress it lovingly with his tongue. He returns his mouth to Lance's stiffness, hotter and more twitchy than ever.
"JC . . . JC . . . I'm . . . OH!" and without another word he's coming, the sensation more intense than it's ever been. He finally feels himself tearing away from the wall, just enough to find release.
JC swallows all Lance has to offer, then releases Lance and grins up at him. "Ready to come down from there?"
"I am SO ready." Lance is breathless, his whole body gone slack.
"Hang on," JC says, giggling. He pulls the trampoline back into place and steps up onto it. He releases Lance's arms, coaxing them around his own shoulders, then pulls Lance away from the wall's surface, spinning them as he goes so they both end up bouncing on the trampoline's surface.
With his legs wrapped around JC's waist, Lance puts all his weight on the older boy, sending them both bouncing to the surface of the trampoline.
Weak with laughter, JC just lies there, bouncing, until the trampoline finally stops moving.
"Free at last!" yells Lance, straddling JC, his arms stretched wide in the air.
"I think the velcro's affected your brain."
"You have no idea how hard it was to stay up there."
"I have a very good idea how hard it was . . . "
"I like it better down here," Lance growls, bringing his hand to JC's crotch. "That's hard, too."
"And getting harder by the second."
Lance leans down and captures JC's mouth as his hand begins to rub the denim encased bulge.
JC relaxes into Lance's caresses, content for the moment to let him take the lead.
Lance flicks his tongue at JC's lips, tracing the smooth, full surface of the flesh. He never realized how much freedom he has, sexually, until he was constrained.
JC waits until Lance licks again, then captures his tongue with teeth and lips and draws it into his own mouth. Lance's tongue explores JC's mouth as his fingers work open the button on his pants. He slips his hand inside and cups JC's engorged organ. JC deepens the kiss hungrily. His hands are everywhere, finally pushing their way into Lance's still-open pants and squeezing his firm, round ass.
Without realizing he's doing it, Lance begins to move his hips against the hands holding him, eager for more, yearning to have JC inside him. The movement of Lance's hips against him combined with Lance's hand on his own erection is driving JC crazy. He rolls them over, still kissing Lance, making them bounce all over again.
Lance giggles into the kiss. "I'm liking this trampoline more and more."
"See, I knew I could show you it was fun."
"Now, if Wade had suggested this . . . "
"You would have done this with WADE?"
Lance almost pushes JC off--the image that flooded his mind in the second JC said that is too horrifying to contemplate. "You didn't just say that. Please tell me you didn't just say that."
"I didn't say that."
"Good. Because if you did, I'd have to take a shower now."
"Hey, you're not showering until I get you much, much dirtier."
"Uh oh." Lance gazes between their bodies at his stained pants. "How dirty?"
"Very, very dirty," JC whispers, leaning in to lick Lance's throat.
When JC uses his tongue like that, Lance is practically paralyzed with desire. "Oh . . .um . . . that's . . . good."
"Yeah?" JC blows on the wet swatch of skin, then licks his way up to Lance's ear. "How's this?" he breathes.
"That's . . . oh my goodness," Lance rasps as he feels himself grow hard again. "I was hoping you'd say that,"
JC murmurs as he runs his hand slowly down Lance's chest and over his abdomen to rest once again on the reforming bulge.
Lance turns his eyes to the ceiling. He can't believe how horny he is right now, in this setting, but he could be in a mud pit with JC and he'd still be horny. JC just does that to him. As these thoughts pass through his mind, Lance's hands reach under JC's jacket.
JC's lips find Lance's again as he moves off Lance slightly. He begins easing Lance's pants down, his hunger too strong to wait much longer.
To help JC, Lance raises his hips off the trampoline and watches as he's freed from the constriction of his pants. He can feel his heartbeat quicken, and if he didn't know better he could swear the trampoline is bouncing just from the vibration.
JC grins at Lance's eagerness. Somehow, every time, he's caught unawares by the fact that Lance wants him just as much as he wants Lance. He pulls away long enough to deal with Lance's shoes and get his pants the rest of the way off, then lays back down beside his lover.
Lance reaches for JC's zipper. "You know, if they were gonna make us velcro clothes they could have put the velcro where you need it most."
"YOU tell that to Dolce and Gabanna."
"I will. In fact I'll call them tomorrow. 'Excuse me, Dolce? Gabanna? Next time you make velcro suits, could you please put some velcro at the crotch so when my boyfriend and me get busy we can get naked faster?' "
"Yeah, and Dolce will be like, 'Why didn't WE think of that, Gabanna?' "
Lance bursts out laughing. "They're probably too busy sticking velcro on each other."
"Velcro. The sex-toy of the new millennium."
"Just don't tell Joey."
JC cracks up. "We are so WEIRD."
"Oh, like we're the ONLY ones who think of these things?"
"We're just about to make love and we're talking about velcro and Joey. That doesn't strike you the least bit weird?"
"We're about to make love and we're WEARING velcro."
JC gives Lance a smouldering look. "That can be fixed."
"Good. Because I'd like to make love right now."
"Then I better get this off." JC lifts himself off Lance enough to start peeling Lance's jacket off.
"What, you don't want to stick together?"
"Baby, we don't need velcro to do that."
"Then show me."
"Gladly." JC starts ripping at his own clothing, fingers made awkward by desire.
Lance struggles to help, his own heat making it difficult to perform any action with dexterity. He really does wish the clothes were made entirely from velcro.
JC finally manages to free both himself and Lance from their remaining clothing. He practically falls on top of Lance, grinding his hips against Lance's and taking possession of his mouth once more.
The roughness of the trampoline's surface combined with JC's smooth skin pressing against him create a most erotic sensation for Lance. He meets JC's kiss with equal passion, amazed that such an unusual environment could be so arousing.
JC slips off to one side to allow his hand free access to Lance's soft-skinned, muscled chest. He continues kissing Lance as his hand drifts from one hard, little nipple to the other.
Lance slides his hand up JC's toned arm, squeezing the tight biceps until he comes to the curve of JC's strong shoulder. His fingers brush the silky tendrils of JC's long hair, and his hand becomes lost in the beautiful, gold-streaked locks.
JC's hand drifts lower, over Lance's abdomen, to brush over, then wrap around his hot erection. He strokes the hot flesh lightly, slowly, aware of every twitch, every sound he elicits from his lover. Lance writhes under JC's touch, causing the trampoline to bounce lightly once again. "Um, you better . . . ," Lance breathes, placing his hand over JC's.
"Maybe you better . . . ," JC says with a smile as he moves Lance's hand to his own throbbing erection.
With a slow, lust-filled smile, Lance follows JC's lead, pressing his palm against JC's thick shaft, not rubbing yet, not moving, just feeling the intense heat.
JC closes his eyes and sighs, so good does Lance's warm hand feel. When he opens his eyes, he looks into the smokey green of Lance's eyes, and smiles again. He moistens his fingers in his own mouth and slips his hand between Lance's legs to touch the sensitive, puckered opening. At first Lance flinches at the cool wet fingers against such a sensitive spot, but then he opens his legs wide, inviting JC in. As if in response to a signal, Lance begins to lightly stroke JC's hard shaft, never taking his eyes off his lover.
JC watches Lance's expressive face as he presses his fingers into him, working away the tightness in preparation for the greater pleasures to come. Lance's light touch on his own erection is enticing, erotic, enervating.
Lance arches his back and moans at the delicious penetration. He takes a deep breath and tries to relax, but the long fingers inside him only excite him more. He traces the contours of JC's erection in a slow, repetitive pattern, spreading the first drops of JC's essence over the surface of the throbbing organ.
JC leans in for a kiss, then lifts Lance's legs and positions himself over him. As he pushes in, he watches Lance's eyes widen and narrow, changing color in the dim light.
When JC first thrusts inside, Lance claws desperately for something to hold, but the trampoline is too smooth and there's nothing to grip. He balls his hands into fists, and then reaches out to JC, holding onto his arms and not wanting to let go.
"God, Lance, you feel so good." JC pushes in deeper, feeling himself surrounded, embraced by warmth and tightness.
Lance bites his lip and smiles up at his lover--pleasing JC creates such a warmth inside him, it's indescribable. JC, so cool and comfortable with himself--that he can say something like that never ceases to surprise Lance.
JC starts moving in Lance in a rhythm as old as time itself. The motion makes the trampoline bob up and down. "We are SO getting one of these," JC whispers.
"Consider it bought," Lance moans back.
"You're so good to me." JC pumps harder, increasing the movement of the surface below them as well. He wraps a hand firmly around Lance's erection, stroking it in time to their thrusts.
Lance gasps and grips JC tightly, his fingers digging into the flesh of JC's arms. "I'm sorry," he groans, panting.
"It's okay," JC says softly. "I'm not delicate." He dips down to claim Lance's mouth, thrusting his tongue into its depths.
When JC's lips touch his own, Lance loosens his grip, relaxing and concentrating not on what little discomfort he's feeling but on the pleasure of having JC inside him, kissing him, holding him. With JC, he can allow himself to be vulnerable.
It's as if JC can feel Lance open up to him. One could almost say "surrender," but there's not sense of winner/loser, conqueror/conquered with them. There's just the sweet sense of belonging. Belonging together. Belonging to each other.
Lance begins to move along with JC's slow, easy thrusts, lifting his legs even higher to allow JC to penetrate even deeper. The trampoline matches their rhythm, and Lance feels as though they are weightless. JC lets his head fall against Lance's shoulder, panting lightly in his boy's ear. His hand continues to stroke Lance's hardness, and his own thrusts become deeper still until he feels himself not explode, but melt into Lance.
Lance clutches JC as the warmth spreads through him. He whimpers quietly as his own climax builds, and when it finally comes he cries out softly.
They lie together for a long time, clutched in one another's arms, until JC finally pushes himself up enough to look down into Lance's face. "See? I told you. No velcro required."
"No, because I think we're stuck together on our own."
"Without any miracles of modern technology."
"Nope. Like it or not, I'm stuck on you."
JC groans. "I love you, even when you make really bad jokes."
"Someone had to say it."
"Uh huh. But what I want to know is, who gives better dance lessons, me or Wade?"
"Lemme think about that for a minute." Lance turns his eyes to the ceiling and holds his chin between his fingers.
JC kicks both feet, making the trampoline bounce.
Lance bursts out laughing, flopping against JC like a rag doll. "Whoa! Okay, okay. You. Definitely you."
"That's better." JC kisses Lance lightly. "So, you want to go get something to eat, or do you want to, um, stick around."
Groaning, Lance pushes JC off. "I think it's time to bounce."
"I could bounce. Or I could . . . hang. Oh, wait. That's you."
"Hey, look who's talking," Lance whines, gesturing at JC's "condition."
"I wasn't the one attached to the wall for, like, hours."
"It wasn't HOURS. I mean, eventually you fall off. Right? Right?"
"Nope. I had to rescue you. Like a knight in shining velcro."