Inspired by the "candy bar" question at the New Jersey sound check party.
Medley: I Want Candy
by Karen and LB
© 2002
They were all having fun with the question "If you were a candy bar, what would you be?" when JC said it. "I'm Snickers, cause I satisfy!" Little did he know how much he'd wish he could take it back.
Lance is laughing when he hears JC's voice. Suddenly, it's not funny, even though he's still laughing. Suddenly, he wants to know if it's true. And that thought terrifies him. He NEVER thought of JC that way. Okay, that was a lie. He'd thought about it, but he'd never acted on it before. They were all aware of each other's sexual preferences, but you don't drink from the local well. Do you?
He flashes JC a quick smile and then focuses his attention on the crowd who came to see them. And then the usual backstage business before the concert. And something inside takes over and he finds himself tossing a Snickers bar in JC's lap before heading to the dressing room.
It's not the last Snickers bar JC receives. For some reason, the guys latch on to that particular comment and give JC a miserably hard time about it. Every time he turns around, it seems, he's confronted with the familiar brown wrapper.
Somehow, Chris and Joey manage to procure a case of Snickers, so when JC boards the bus that night his bunk is covered in them.
Then Justin discovers Snickers bears on eBay. And cars. And tins.
It's become a group activity. Any chance they get, they buy Snickers products. One day, Justin, Lance, Chris, and Joey all walk into the arena wearing Snickers T-shirts.
JC looks up from his notebook when the other guys arrived. "You're lat--" His eye narrow. "You guys SUCK."
"WE don't suck. We're not the ones who always SA-TIS-FY," declares Chris. Lance giggles and knows he's blushing. He turns away and pretends to read a magazine.
"Joey said he was a Snickers, too. Why aren't you picking on him?"
"Because he didn't say he was so satisfying."
"Sure he did--by, by association."
"Nice try, Snickers-boy," Joey chimes in.
"Tell me about it, free-T-shirt boy."
"What does free T-shirts have to do with Snickers bars?"
"You kept talking about your free T-shirt at that sound check."
"But I don't wear them 'cause I SATISFY."
"Maybe that's 'cause you don't."
"JC, I have a baby."
"So?"
"I satisfied at least once," states Joey with a smirk, and Chris high-fives him.
"Will you guys can it? This is, like, the stupidest argument," Justin cuts in, desperately trying to concentrate on his video game.
"Dude, that's what I'm ASKING you guys to do. It's getting old."
"Okay, okay. Guess we should tell Johnny we don't want Snickers to sponsor us on the next tour," Joey says, laughing.
Behind his magazine, Lance smiles. It IS funny, but he supposes they've pushed the joke as far as it will go. "Just be glad you didn't say 'Mounds'."
"LANCE? Did Lance Bass just say that? Because I think I just heard Lance say something dirty. Good thing your mama's not here."
Lance ignores Joey and returns to his magazine.
JC looks over at Lance to thank him for taking the pressure off, but sees his shirt and looks away.
After all these years, Lance is very much aware that JC is the most sensitive of the five of them, so later, after the show, at the hotel, he knocks on JC's door, shirt in hand.
"Hey, what's up?" JC says when he answers the door.
Lance holds out the shirt. "I just thought you might, you know, want to burn this."
JC smiles genuinely. "Yeah. But the hotel might object."
"You can tear it up, then."
"Or flush it down the toilet."
"It'll get all stopped up and then your toilet will overflow and that would be really embarrassing to try to explain to the hotel."
"I guess you're right. Cutting up it is. You wanna come in and watch? I don't have much to offer you. Except I seem to have a lifetime supply of Snickers."
"That's okay, thanks. I don't think I want to see another Snickers bar for a while either."
"There might be a couple of beers in the fridge. Behind all the Snickers."
"A beer sounds good." Lance follows JC into the large suite and looks around as though he's never been inside a hotel room this size before.
JC roots around in his refrigerator until he comes up with two beers, one of which he hands to Lance. Seeing Lance's look, he asks, "Is this room different from yours?"
"No, it's the same. A little neater, but the same."
"Sit." JC flops into a chair and indicates the couch.
Lance obeys, pulling a pillow into his lap.
"So, hey, I'm sorry if I've been all pissy about, you know, this whole thing."
"I'm sorry we pushed the joke as far as we did."
"At least one of you knows when to let it go. Unless this is some elaborate plot to lull me into a false sense of security."
"Nope, no one knows I'm here."
"So, I could like, overpower you and force feed you Snickers and no one would know."
"Um, yeah. Maybe I should have left a note or something."
"Don't worry. Since you were nice enough to come see me, I won't take my revenge out on you."
"I probably deserve it. I was just as bad as they were."
"Yeah, you were," JC growls mock-menacingly. "Why the change of heart?"
Lance shrugs, then takes a sip of beer. "Like I said, the joke went on long enough and I could tell it was starting to bother you."
"You wanna teach Chris that lesson?"
"He didn't mean anything by it. You know Chris--he'll something and run with it. You know we only tease you 'cause we love you."
"Yeah, I know. It just gets kind of OLD after a while." JC pauses. "Were we, were we, you know, this bad to you, when you were new?"
"No. Well, except for the time you put whipped cream and beanie babies on my face, and the time Chris burned me with the spoon." He smiles as he says this, remembering how it was when he first met his friends.
"Hey, that was all Chris."
"I seem to recall someone else played a part in the beanie incident."
"Yeah, Joey."
"Don't play innocent. I know you were involved."
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I really am. But you did look pretty funny with those beanies."
Grinning, Lance looks down and then back up at JC. "It was funny. So see, we all play jokes on each other."
"Yeah. I didn't mean to, you know, be a baby about this. But it had just gone on so long. With no signs of stopping."
"I didn't know it bothered you so much. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I really appreciate you coming to see me. And bringing the evil shirt."
"So you gonna tear it up?"
"I was thinking of taking it home and using it in the garage. For oil leaks."
"Good idea. At least the fans didn't start tossing Snickers bars on the stage."
"Hey, the fans LIKED my answer."
Lance takes another sip, needing the liquid courage. "It was a good answer. Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"You know, what you said."
"That I'm a Snickers? Do I LOOK like a Snickers?"
Rolling his eyes, Lance finishes his beer. "No, silly, I mean about--what you said about how you satisfy."
"Oh. OH. Well, I, um, I don't know. I guess you'd have to ask someone who's, you know, been with me." JC looks up, straight into Lance's eyes. "Or did you want a demonstration?"
"What? So, um, it's true?"
"You wanna find out?"
"Now you're playing with me."
"Am I? You've never thought about it?"
"No." He crosses his legs. "Okay, maybe once."
"Once? When?"
"I don't know." He shifts again as the memory floods him. "Oh yeah...the Angel Ball."
"Yeah?" JC considers. "Is that why you were mad at me the next day?"
"I guess. That was stupid."
"Were you mad because you were thinking about it or because I didn't notice?"
"Maybe a little of both."
"Sorry. Sorry I didn't notice. But I'm noticing now."
"Noticing what?"
"You."
"So...is it true?"
JC moves over to the couch. "You be the judge."
Lance swallows and puts his empty beer bottle on the coffee table. "What are you gonna do?"
"Kiss you. For starters." JC knows that satisfying someone means first creating the need, so the kiss is very long. No tongue, not yet, just lips and hands and the beginning of heat.
Lance breathes deeply through his nose as JC's full, sensual lips press against his. They're as soft as he'd imagined, and he soon finds his own lips parting.
It's only when Lance's lips open that JC ventures forward with his tongue, and even then, it's with teasing little licks that don't really penetrate.
Lance keeps trying to push forward but JC holds him back. It's both frustrating and exciting, so Lance relents and allows JC to set the pace.
JC is pleased when he feels Lance relax, acquiesce. He can tell Lance is enjoying this, and he wants to take it as slowly as possible. If this is his only chance, and he's going to make it memorable for both of them.
Lance flicks his tongue out, trying to catch JC's tongue, and this playful game continues for a few minutes, until Lance finds himself wanting more. Finally, when he knows Lance wants, needs, craves it, JC thrusts his tongue past Lance's lips, running his tongue over the roof of Lance's mouth.
Lance moans. It's an involuntary reaction, but his hand on JC's face isn't.
JC smiles against Lance's mouth and continues kissing him. Again at the exact moment he's sure Lance needs more from him, he touches one nipple, rubbing it through the cloth of Lance's shirt.
The touch startles Lance, not because it's unwelcome but because it feels so good, so taunting. It's this element of surprise that intrigues Lance. He always suspected JC of being expert at the art of lovemaking, as he is expert at so many things, but he never thought he'd be the recipient of JC's talents.
JC leaves a trail of kisses across Lance's face and zeroes in on one small ear. He traces its whorls with his tongue as his hand moves down and slips under the hem of Lance's shirt.
Lance's eyes fly open at the invasion, but he doesn't move. His lips form a slow smile, his breath puffing lightly against JC's shoulder.
His warm hand moving up Lance's even warmer chest, JC licks a path down from Lance's ear, following the line of his neck until his lips find the pulse point and pause, almost tasting Lance's heartbeat.
Which is quickening by the minute. He's been kissed on his neck before, but never like this. Never so intensely. It's not like he and JC have ever been together, but it's as though JC knows exactly what turns Lance on.
JC's fingers find Lance's nipple again, pinching it lightly. He can feel Lance's pulse jump at the touch and moves to give attention to the neglected nipple.
Lance moves against JC, his own hands sliding down JC's neck to his shoulders, so lean and strong. The fact that he's touching his bandmate this way thrills him to no end.
JC pulls back just enough to strip off Lance's shirt, then pauses in admiration. Lance's recent spate of working out is certainly paying off. "Beautiful," he whispers, before leaning in to close his mouth over Lance's again.
Leaving Lance with no chance to protest. The chill he expected to feel is masked by the heat generated from JC's body, so he feels nothing but warmth spread through him.
JC runs his hands over Lance's arms and chest, tracing the line of every muscle. As his lips move down over Lance's chin to his neck and then his chest, his hands settle on the now slender waist.
Lance's stomach automatically contracts at the touch, and now he does shiver, but it's not with fear--it's all pleasure.
JC presses kisses into Lance's smooth chest, waiting until Lance is practically writhing to finally, finally take one hard nipple into his mouth.
Lance falls back against the arm of the couch, his hands tangled in JC's curls, the ache in his groin becoming more insistent.
JC slips his hands lower to cup Lance's ass as he continues to kiss and nibble at Lance's chest. The firm, round muscles fit perfectly in his hands, and he squeezes, hard.
With a gasp, Lance's hands move over JC's curved spine, already knowing how satisfying JC can be but not wanting the pleasure to end.
JC's mouth moves back upward to nuzzle Lance's sensitive throat as one hand comes around to close over the very obvious bulge in Lance's crotch. He doesn't rub or massage, not yet, just lays his hand over that hard, tempting spot.
Lance grits his teeth as a small whimper wells in his throat. Every nerve in his body is charged, and his heart pounds in his chest.
That low whimper vibrates excitingly across JC's lips, and they curve into a smile. His hand begins to move, slowly and lightly, against Lance's erection.
"JC," Lance whispers. "Oh, darlin', I need you."
JC is stunned, although he doesn't show it. This is better than he could have hoped for. Lance may not realize it, but those whispered words would make JC do anything for Lance.
The pressure in his crotch becomes almost painful, but Lance knows that whatever JC has in store can only be more pleasurable than anything he's experienced before.
JC's hand moves harder on that hot, solid bulge, and as he again kisses his way downward, he opens the button and zipper of Lance's jeans.
Lance squeezes his eyes shut and moans, the soft kisses on his chest offsetting the fire in his pants.
Slipping to his knees in front of Lance, JC pulls off Lance's shoes and socks. He hooks his fingers into Lance's waistband, and orders "Lift up," his voice raspy with desire and disuse.
Lance complies, raising himself up easily on his newly muscular arms, grateful for the freedom from clothes that have become strangely tight and uncomfortable.
JC strips Lance's jeans and underwear off, then leans his head on Lance's knees for a moment, not quite able to believe this is happening, that he's getting this chance with Lance. JC smiles up at Lance, then slides his hands up Lance's thighs to rest on his hips. He leans closer and breathes a stream of warm breath on Lance's erection.
Gazing down at JC through half-lidded eyes, Lance caresses JC's head and takes a deep breath.
JC licks Lance's erection lightly, his tongue fluttering over the length teasingly. He tightens his grip on Lance's hips and licks again.
Lance groans. The sound reverberates in the room like a canon. Embarrassed, he lets his head fall back against the couch and stares at the ceiling, concentrating instead on JC's hot, wet tongue.
Wrapping one hand around the base of Lance's heat, JC strokes the shaft with his hand as he caresses the head with his active, swirling tongue.
Lance runs his hands through JC's hair again and again, his breath now slow and even.
JC slows his movements to match Lance's breathing, making each stroke languid but still purposeful.
"That feels SO good," Lance intones, lowering his eyes.
"Good," JC purrs. Then, without warning, he swiftly takes Lance in as deeply as he can, his tongue darting around the shaft.
The moist heat is too much for Lance, and he arches his back, trying not to thrust into JC's mouth. He grabs a nearby pillow and bunches it in his fist.
JC moves up and down the hot, stiff length of Lance, almost releasing completely, then plunging back down.
Lance watches, transfixed by JC's grace even in such a sexual act. Small, quiet moans escape his lips each time JC descends.
JC slides his hands under Lance, lifting him upward, closer. His mouth moves faster and faster over Lance, and he can feel Lance's arousal as sharply as his own.
It suddenly occurs to Lance that his friend, someone he's known for years, is doing something so intimate with him--something he's shared only with people he truly cares about. It's this realization of what he feels about JC that sends him over, and in a blinding flash he comes.
When Lance is finally still, JC looks up at him, enjoying the flushed, sated expression on Lance's face. "How am I doing?" he asks, teasingly.
Lance brushes the hair back from JC's face to see his friend's twinkling, gleeful eyes. "Darlin', Snicker's has NOTHING on you."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet."
"T-there's MORE?"
"If you want."
Lance nods eagerly. "I want."
JC trots into the bathroom and brings back lube and condoms. He sits next to Lance and kisses him sweetly.
The fact that JC is so prepared doesn't surprise Lance. JC has always been responsible about everything in his life. It's that Lance just accepts this situation unquestioningly that surprises him.
JC cups Lance's face in his hands and deepens the kiss. He wants nothing about this night to seem forced or false to Lance, so he's willing to take his time.
Lance kisses back with equal ardor, deciding then and there to give in to all that JC has to offer.
JC pulls away to strip off his shirt, then resumes kissing Lance.
Feeling less vulnerable, Lance runs his hands over JC's cool skin, loving the texture of the muscles under his palms, until his fingers encounter the small points of JC's erect nipples.
With a quiver of excitement at Lance's touch, JC starts lowering Lance to the couch cushions.
Slightly nervous over having this sexy, beautiful creature hovering above him, Lance throws his concentration into giving JC as much pleasure as JC has been giving him.
JC settles Lance on his back and drops kisses all over his face. He runs one hand down Lance's chest and starts massaging his softened member back to life. Not surprisingly, Lance responds almost immediately. JC's kisses are so soft they're like cottonballs tickling his face, yet the hand on his erection is sure and capable.
When Lance is completely aroused, JC pulls away to shed his own pants. He reaches for the lube and coats his fingers before lying down again next to Lance. His hand grazes Lance's erection and balls before the slick fingers slide deeper.
Lance almost stops JC--almost. It's one thing to give your bandmate a blow job. It's another thing entirely to make love. Love. Yes, that's what it is, whether he wants to admit it or not. And that realization arouses him nearly more than anything JC is doing to him.
JC looks down into Lance's eyes, carefully gauging his expression. As his fingers slide in and out, working away the tightness, he smiles and leans in to kiss Lance's parted lips.
Lance closes his eyes and accepts the kiss and accepts the fingers and accepts everything JC has to offer. He relaxes his body, every muscle loosening in preparation of the pleasures to come.
JC senses Lance's relaxation, his silent permission. He reaches for a condom and rolls it on, then coats it with lube. He lifts Lance's legs and slides on top of him, pausing to look one more time into Lance's face before proceeding.
"JC...I...it's okay, I want this. I want this so badly."
"Me, too," JC says, and eases himself in.
It's like gliding on water, so smooth is the initial penetration. Lance holds JC's face in his hands and focuses on his eyes as he waits for JC to fill him.
JC presses deeper into the hot passage, feeling as if he could melt. The trusting, open look in Lance's eyes is arousing as any touch. JC wraps his hand around Lance's erection, wanting him to feel as much pleasure as JC himself does.
It's almost too much to bear. First, JC's hot mouth. Then his heat inside him. And now, that strong hand wrapped securely around his hardness. Lance moans, an audible expression of the ache in his heart.
JC pauses. "You okay, baby?"
Nodding feverishly, his breath quickening, Lance manages a quick, "Better than okay."
"Good. Cause I wanna make you feel great."
"I did the minute I walked through the door."
JC thrusts a little harder, and his hand tightens on Lance's erection. He kisses the side of Lance's face, then his neck, searching for sensitive spots to give Lance more pleasure.
Lance moves his hips with every thrust, grunting quietly each time he's penetrated, revelling in every sensation JC evokes.
"You feel wonderful," JC whispers damply into Lance's ear. "So tight. So hot."
Lance's face becomes just as hot. "You're amazing."
"We...we wasted so much time."
"No. We have plenty of time."
"I hope so." JC shifts so he's thrusting into Lance at a slightly different angle, trying to make it even better for him.
This move is so unexpected that Lance's back arches reflexively, and he raises his legs even higher. "Where did you learn that?" he asks, breathless.
"I went to sex school."
Lance grins, despite the shudders wracking his body with each intense thrust. "You must have gotten all A's."
"You're the one grading me, babe."
"I think you just made honor roll."
JC squeezes Lance's erection. "I think I've got the honor roll right here."
Unable to hold back any longer, Lance grips JC's arms and moans loudly, and before he can stop it he's coming again, a more powerful orgasm than before.
JC keeps pumping into Lance, trying to prolong his pleasure as long as possible, until he, too, succumbs.
Lance sighs as JC's hot essence fills him. He's beyond satisfied. He's in heaven.
JC collapses contentedly against Lance, sated. Quickly he pushes himself up. "Sorry, am I squashing you?"
Taking JC's flesh between his fingers, Lance replies, "You couldn't squash a grape."
JC lowers Lance's legs and arranges himself more comfortably on top of Lance. "Yeah I could."
Lance traces a finger along JC's sweat-soaked chest. "Well, you can squash ME any day."
"How about tomorrow and the day after that?"
"It's a date."
"I, we...kind of did this backwards."
Lance looks down between their bodies. "We did? 'Cause I kinda thought this was the way you did it."
"I mean, usually, the date comes before, you know, this."
"We're not like most people."
"You're not like anyone."
"I'm an alien."
JC snuggles against Lance's chest. "Cool. I always wanted to meet an alien." After a few seconds of silence, Lance strokes JC's soft curls. "I guess I know the answer to the question now."
"Which question?"
"You really do satisfy."
*****
The next day the boys are hanging out in the toy room--JC on the couch, trying to nap, Justin, Joey, and Chris playing video games. Lance wanders back from a much-needed bathroom break, and when he enters the room he notices the basket of candy bars. He selects a Snickers bar and unwraps it slowly, never taking his eyes from JC. Joey, his primal senses kicking in, hears the sound of food about to be ingested and whips his head around. "What are you eating?"
"A candy bar," Lance replies flatly.
"A SNICKERS bar," Joey fires back, and Justin and Chris proceed to do just that--snicker.
"I like Snickers bars. They're so satisfying." And with that, he takes a bite and winks at JC.