Love Will Never Do Without You

by Karen and LB
© 2002

Hours in the studio. Lance filming his movie. Making plans for the tour. Between one thing and another, it's been hard for JC and Lance to have any time together. Still, what time they have managed has been better than JC had ever dreamed possible. Even the phone calls and emails have been special, precious. So when they have a couple of rare, free days before a New York appearance, JC suggests that they go early, book a discreet hotel and share the time together.

Lance is a little apprehensive about this time alone with JC. Usually when they're together, it's so fleeting, so rushed, that every minute counts. They don't have much time to talk, to share--and it's so hard for Lance to open up as it is that he's almost afraid to be alone with JC. Afraid of how intensely in love he feels. But the one thing he's always been told is to face his fears, so as they check in to the hotel--under their assumed names, of course--Lance ignores the tension in his shoulders.

JC is delighted with the beautiful, elegant room. Lance has done so much for him: he made his first time so special, he took a lot of trouble to make JC's visit to Toronto romantic and wonderful. Now that they have a little time, JC just wants to give a little back to Lance. Give him a taste of how it feels to be cherished.

"Wow, this is really nice," remarks Lance, as they toss their duffles down. The rest of their stuff will be brought up later; for now, Lance flops back on the bed, his arms splayed. "So what do you want to do? See a show? Go shopping?"

"All of the above," JC says, sitting on the 2.5 inches of bed Lance is not covering. "Oh, you meant now. How about we go shopping this afternoon and see a show tonight?"

"Okay. I'll call down and have the tickets waiting for us at the theater." Not long after, the boys wander Soho, trying on jeans and shirts and shoes, Lance buying presents for his mom and friends when something catches his eye. He even buys JC a shirt when JC balks at the price, but he can't help but be charmed by JC's frugality. They grab a late lunch at a quiet bistro, surrounded by their purchases.

"So tell me about the movie," JC asks. "What's happening now? I mean, I know post-production, but what does that mean?"

Lance puts down his fork and takes a sip of soda. He's always impressed by how interested JC is in his other projects. "We edit the movie, see what needs to get cut to fit the time, work on the score, add sounds, stuff like that. Eric's going to send me a first cut after he's done with it. It'll be real raw, but it'll give us a good idea of where we're going."

"And you like this part, too? As much as the filming it parts?"

"Yeah, sure. This is where it all comes together, where we get to see what me, Joey, and Em have been doing all those weeks. You'll see when I get the tape."

"Cool. I'm really looking forward to seeing it. And it'll be really cool to see the parts I watched you film."

"Those will probably end up on the cutting room floor," Lance jokes.

"Cause I was such a big, bad distraction," JC says wryly.

"You were. I almost had to have Lonnie kick you off the set. You're lucky I let you stay and watch me mess up."

"Don't worry. I'll never tell."

"I'll let you see the outtakes."

"I'll make the popcorn." The boys shop a little more and then return to the hotel, Lance making phone calls and JC taking a nap. When he finally hangs up, Lance curls up behind JC and murmurs, "We should start getting ready."

"Mmmm. Two more minutes. Just like this."

"Okay, but I'm timing it."

"Aw, you don't like even a little snuggling?"

"I love snuggling, but if we're gonna make the show we have to get moving."

"We'll be ready."

"Not if you fall asleep."

"Not gonna. I only have one more minute."

"That's all you need."

"Remind me not to take you on any more romantic getaways."

"If it wasn't for me you'd never get out."

"I get out plenty," JC says, sitting up. "See? I'm up."

"It's a start. Now how about getting dressed?"

"Am I allowed to go wash my face first?"

Lance sniffs JC's shoulder. "You can take a whole shower if you want."

JC widens his eyes. "We have TIME??"

"Why do you think I got you up now? I know how long it takes you to do your hair."

"Yeah, and when am I ever late for anything?" JC pushes playfully at Lance's arm. "Huh?"

Lance puts his hand on JC's chest and shoves back gently. "You're ALWAYS late, JC."

"Don't you read Bop? I'm the one who's always on time."

"They also said Joey was dating Chyna."

"He wasn't?"

Lance pushes JC down on the bed, his hands on either side of his head. "Sorry to burst your bubble."

"But they make such a cute couple."

"She's the only one who can put him in his place. Besides his mom."

"And your mom. And Justin's mom. And his sister . . . "

"Them too. C'mon, get your lazy butt out of bed so we can go out."

"You've got me pinned."

Lance rolls off, onto his back. "Don't use up all the hot water."

"Have a little faith, dude."

As it turns out, JC does leave Lance some hot water, and they dress in silence, music blasting from the CD player while they get ready. Lance dabs on a little cologne, checks himself in the bedroom mirror one more time, then calls out, "You almost ready?"

"No, I'm still working on my hair."

Lance strolls to the bathroom. "Oh yeah, you need it," he says sarcastically, and starts picking at JC's hair. "You look beautiful," he adds, resting his head on JC's shoulder.

"I was just teasing you," JC says, slipping his arm around Lance's waist. "I'm ready. And thanks. You look pretty good yourself." Lance takes JC's hand and retrieves his wallet and room key.

Lance chose Cabaret because he knew JC would like the music, and after the show he suggests getting dinner. JC agrees, happily. He realizes this is the first time he's felt truly relaxed since he and Lance started . . . this. They find a quiet Italian place--dark, candlelit, unobtrusive. "Where do you want to go next? Want to hit the clubs?" asks Lance.

"I, um, kind of had another idea."

"What?"

"Would it be okay if I surprised you?"

Lance's eyes light up. "Sure!"

"Okay. I just gotta make a phone call." While Lance was in the shower earlier, JC had made arrangements with the hotel's concierge, so a quick phone call was all he needed. He's given an address and he and Lance leave the restaurant and start walking at a leisurely pace.

"I spoke to Carson today," says Lance. "We're doing TRL this week. In a few days we're back in business."

"That's a few days. Tonight's ours."

"To do . . . ?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."

"Can you at least tell me where we're going?"

JC grins. "This way." Lance follows where JC leads. JC could lead him off a pier into the water and Lance would follow. JC leads Lance to the designated spot, and almost immediately a horse-drawn carriage pulls up.

"So what's the surprise?"

"Oh, nothing. I just thought it was a nice night to walk over here. We can go now."

"Okay." Lance bends over and laughs. When he straightens, he exclaims, "Wow, you got me a horse? You really got me a horse?"

"Yeah, I figured we had space in the hotel room."

Lance moves to the horse's head, stroking its shiny fur. "He's beautiful."

"I'll just leave you two alone."

"Aw, he's beautiful but he's no substitute."

"I hope not. He'd destroy me in a fight." Having made this grand romantic gesture, JC can't help worrying that it's too much, so he can't stop bantering.

"He's so gentle. What's his name?" Lance asks the driver.

"Shakespeare."

"Shakespeare," repeats Lance. "That's a good name."

JC watches as Lance gives his heart to the beautiful animal. He strokes the silky nose himself. "Hi, Shakespeare."

"See, he likes you."

The driver clears his throat. "So, I understand I'm getting paid to get lost tonight?"

JC blushes. "Yeah, just a little. We want a nice, long ride."

"Hop on in, then. I think I know just the place."

The boys climb into the carriage and settle under the blanket, the spring nights still being cool. The lanterns are lit, but their light casts more shadow than illumination into the back of the carriage. As the driver urges the horse to start moving, JC says softly, "I always wanted to do this. I just never had anyone I wanted to do it with."

"I love it," states Lance. "I've always wanted to do this, too. It always looked so romantic."

"Yes." JC blushes again. "That's why I wanted to surprise you with it. You . . . you've made our times together special. I just wanted to do something special for you."

As they enter Central Park, Lance takes JC's hand under the blanket. "It is. I love this. Thank you." The driver is far enough in front of them that Lance sneaks a kiss. JC squeezes Lance's hand and leans his head against Lance's, content to enjoy the companionable silence and the beauty of the night for a few minutes. The carriage takes them around the park, quiet at this time of night.

Lance puts his arm around JC and rubs his shoulder lightly. "I love that you did this, but now that we're going out, you know, you don't have to feel like you always have to do something back."

"I know. It's not like a sense of obligation or anything. It's just that I lo- like you so much, it makes me want to do things for you, you know? Share things?"

"My mama always told me it's nice to share."

JC snuggles closer. "Your mama was right. It doesn't get much nicer than this. You know, this is the first time since we, um, since we started that we've had time. Without having to think about when we're due in the studio, or on the set or somewhere. It's nice. It's good. I finally feel like I can relax with you, you know?"

"I know. I love being busy and I love what we're doing, but it's nice to have just a little time to relax, too."

"Yeah, exactly." JC lets a few minutes pass, enjoying the movement of the carriage. The sheer romance of the ride envelops them both. "I've never felt closer to anyone," he finally says, dreamily.

"You've had other friends."

"Not like you. Not like this."

"We've known each other a long time."

"That's what makes it so great. We've got all that history. And now we've got this new part."

"You mean going out?"

"Yeah. Being together. Being lovers."

"Um, yeah. That's, you know, great."

They're in a very dim area now, and the driver hasn't turned around once, so JC turns Lance's face toward him. "Better than great," he whispers, before pressing his lips to Lance's.

"Mmmm," Lance murmurs into JC's mouth. The night air is chilly but JC's mouth and body keep Lance warmer than any campfire could. He wraps his arms around JC, opening his mouth and inviting JC in.

Even now, JC feels a little odd being the instigator. He usually waits for Lance to lead the way. But being so close to Lance makes it difficult to hold back. He kisses Lance softly, sweetly, letting the kiss deepen very, very gradually.

Lance is about to reach under the blanket when the carriage comes to a halt.

"Well, boys, hope you had a nice ride."

JC can't believe that it's over already. And he never got to say what he really wanted to say. "Um, yeah. Thanks. It was great." The boys climb down and JC hands the driver a generous tip. "Thanks."

"That was really fun," Lance says, as the carriage pulls away. "Thanks."

"Yeah, it was, I, um, I really wanted to do something, um, romantic and . . . I mean, I hope it wasn't like, too corny and stuff like that . . . "

"If you had violins in there, it would have been corny. Hey, look-- Lincoln Center. We did . . . the VMAs there, didn't we?"

"Yeah. Look, Lance, I'm trying to say something here."

"Tell me over there. C'mon, that fountain is so cool." Lance tugs JC's arm and leads him across the street.

"Lance, I don't want to talk to you in a crowd of people. You've seen the fountain a million times."

"I thought you liked Lincoln Center." He pulls JC up the steps to the brightly lit fountain, surrounded by people even at this time of night.

"I do. But . . . but. Not now."

"What's wrong? Look, isn't this cool?"

"Yes, it's cool," JC says, turning away in frustration.

Lance starts running around the fountain. "C'mon, JC, where' s your sense of adventure!"

"Running around a fountain is adventure?"

"No, but it's fun!"

"You're nuts."

"You're just figuring that out now?"

"I'm slow."

"You're never slow."

"Yeah, I am. Can we get out of here?"

Lance stops prancing. "Sure. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. No. I don't know. I'm just . . . "

"You're acting weird all of a sudden."

"You're frolicking in fountains and I'm acting weird?"

"I'm not IN the fountain."

"You could be."

"We'll get arrested."

"Only me. For pushing you in."

"Then you think I'd bail you out?"

"You'd leave me to rot in prison?"

"For pushing me in this fountain? Heck, yeah."

"Gee, I thought you liked me."

"Aw, darlin', of course I like you."

"Good," JC says, leading Lance away from the crowd. "Because I kind of think, you know, we've been together for a while and, it's been, well, good and I think of think I, um, yeah . . . "

"Yeah what?"

"Give me a break, Lance. I'm TRYING to tell you that I love you."

Lance, eyes wide, thrusts his hands in his pockets. "Oh. Wow. Oh my goodness."

JC stares at the pavement, afraid to look up. "Um, I didn't mean to tell you like that."

Lance folds his arms across his chest. "How were you gonna tell me?"

"Um, without yelling at you."

"You didn't really yell."

"Maybe it just felt that way."

"At least you said it."

"Yeah, I did." JC finally looks up, hope and fear warring in his face.

"That's pretty brave, JC."

JC looks down again. "It took me days to work myself up to it."

"Um, it's a scary thing to say."

JC nods, silently, wishing he'd never spoken.

"Well, um . . . "

"Um what?"

"I guess we should go."

"Oh. Yeah." JC looks around a bit dazedly, getting his bearings and trying to remember which way the hotel is. They walk in silence, Lance wanting to hold JC's hand but not daring to, in public. When they reach the hotel, Lance smiles awkwardly as they ride the elevator to their floor. JC stares at the carpet, the buttons, the walls. Anything to keep from looking at Lance. He feels stupid, now. And hurt. And stupid for feeling hurt.

Not one for small talk, Lance accepts the silence as he slides the card key into the lock. "Tired?" he asks once inside.

"Yeah, a little. We, um, did a lot today."

"I guess. You want to play a little backgammon or something?"

"No. it's late. I think I'm just gonna . . . " JC nods at the bed. "Crash."

"Oh. Okay. Listen, JC, what you said before . . . I didn't want to say anything out there. It was just too, you know, public for something like that."

"Oh. Sorry. I shouldn't . . . "

"Yes, you should."

"You're not mad?"

"Mad? You told me you love me."

"That I did it in public."

"No, I'm not mad. I was just surprised."

"I just . . . needed to say it."

"I'm not used to hearing it like that."

"What are you used to hearing it like?" Of course Lance has heard it a million times, JC thinks. Of course it doesn't matter to him like it does to me.

"Like, in public. Like, maybe at all."

"Oh. Um, sorry if I embarrassed you."

"No, you didn't. You just caught me off guard."

"I think I caught ME off guard."

Lance finally laughs at the absurdity of their situation. Telling someone you love them is never easy, but they both made such a mess out if it. "Can we try this again?"

JC looks up when Lance laughs. "Yeah. Yeah."

"Okay, so I think you're supposed to say 'I love you' and I'm supposed to say it back."

JC reaches out and takes Lance's hand. His eyes search Lance's face and settles on his eyes. "I love you," he says sincerely. And then bursts out laughing.

Lance tries to suppress a giggle, and puts his hand on JC's shoulder. "Dude, dude, c'mon, this is serious. I love you too." And he, too, bursts out laughing.

"You do?" JC says, doubling over, then collapsing onto the couch, pulling Lance down next to him.

"Yeah, dude, I do," Lance manages to blurt out between giggles.

JC catches his breath and wipes tears of mirth from his eyes. "Oh, man. I'm sorry. It was just so, you know. 'You tell me and then I'll tell you. GO!' But, I do."

"Maybe we should say it together. On three. Ready? One, two, three-- I-"

"Shhhhhhh!" JC says, giggling again and pressing a finger to Lance's lips.

Lance's laughter dies as he gazes into JC's sparkling blue eyes. For a moment, he lies perfectly still.

JC touches Lance's face tenderly, all laughter forgotten. "I love you," he says, then moistens his lips.

"I love you too," Lance says quietly.

"I guess we can do this," JC whispers.

"I think we do it pretty good."

"And just think. It's my first time. I could get better with practice."

"I guess we better start practicing right now."

"Maybe we should practice something else."

"Backgammon?"

JC tries to get up. "I'm getting my own room."

Lance pushes him back down. "You're not going anywhere."

"I'm not playing backgammon, either."

"Then what do you want to play?"

"This is serious," JC mocks.

"It is?"

"Yes," JC says solemnly, then ruins the effect by giggling again.

"Shut up! You're supposed to be taking this seriously!" Lance yells, with mock anger.

"I am. You're the one who wants to play games."

"How about strip poker?"

JC blushes but manages, "How about the strip without the poker."

"You first."

"How come I have to do everything first?"

"Uh . . . you're older."

"You're more experienced."

"I am???"

"Uh, yeah. Are you forgetting the whole virgin-before-you thing?"

"Yeah, but you were stripping before I was."

"In your imagination."

"You're older. You were taking your clothes off before I was."

"You're impossible, "JC says, pulling off his sweater in one quick movement.

"But it worked, didn't it?"

"Don't you always get your way?"

"Not always. But is it really so bad?"

"Depends on what you do with your . . . powers."

"Aw, I wouldn't do anything bad. I'd just carry you to that big ol' bed and make love to you all night long. But if I was really that powerful you'd be naked by now."

JC gives Lance his best seductive look. "Maybe you just need to concentrate harder."

"Um, it's hard. It's very hard."

"Yeah? Prove it."

Blushing, Lance takes JC's and puts it on his crotch, warm from his arousal. He wonders why JC can't tell how excited he makes Lance when Lance just looks at him. And with his shirt off, JC is even more beautiful, with his long locks tumbling down his neck like a waterfall.

"That's very, very hard," JC says, his innocent tone at odds with his glittering gaze. "I think . . . I should be stripping you."

Lance rises from the couch and stands before JC's prone figure. "Um, okay."

JC sits up. Holding Lance's eyes with his, he starts to unbutton Lance's shirt, stretching to reach the top buttons, then to push the shirt over Lance's shoulders and down his arms. His hands hesitate slightly as he reaches for Lance's belt, still not accustomed to being so forward.

A dreamy smile plays across Lance's lips as he's once again reminded of how inexperienced JC is in these matters, yet how confident he seems in all other areas of his life. "Think of it like you're unwrapping a present."

"Did you...did you tie a little bow around it?"

"No, but I could run out and get one."

JC hooks his fingers into Lance's belt loops. "You're not going anywhere," he says, in the same tone Lance had used earlier.

"I don't want to. I'd rather stay here with you."

"Good." JC unbuckles the belt and pulls it free of the loops. He slides his hands into Lance's back pockets and pulls Lance toward him.

Lance leans down and tilts JC's face up and kisses him tenderly, lovingly.

JC closes his eyes and savors the kiss, letting it last for a very long time. When it finally ends, he feels hot all over, and he has to clear his throat three times to speak. And "wow" is all that comes out.

Lance puts his hands on JC's shoulders and kisses him again, this time more intensely.

JC runs his hands up and down Lance's sides as he leans up into the kiss. He extends his thumbs so they rub against Lance's nipples each time his hands travel up to Lance's chest.

Lance shivers at the sensual touch. For someone so inexperienced it's as though JC has this innate sexuality that he's kept hidden for so long, and Lance feels this incredible sense of privilege that JC chose him to share it with.

As always, JC is surprised and gratified that he can have such an effect on Lance. As they kiss, JC again reaches for Lance's waist, twitching open the button of his pants and lowering the zipper.

A moan travels from Lance's throat into JC's mouth as he's freed. "Oh baby, you are so hot," he whispers.

"Can't help myself around you."

"Don't. Just keep doing what you're doing."

JC stops what he's doing and pushes Lance away enough to make him straighten up. Then JC peels Lance's pants and boxer-briefs down, letting them pool around his knees. He glances up at Lance, then takes a deep breath and brings his mouth to Lance's erection, hesitantly, unsurely.

With a loud gasp, Lance gazes down at JC, not quite believing that his bandmate is doing this. They crossed a line somewhere, and now they're sharing something so intimate that it's as though no other two people in the world are as close as they are at this moment. Lance cradles JC's head like it's a china vase, precious and delicate.

He's gotten this far, and now JC's not even sure how to proceed. He doesn't want to do it wrong, to hurt Lance. He runs his tongue around the tip of Lance's erection as if he were licking an ice cream cone and pauses, waiting for a reaction.

Lance sighs quietly, tortured by anticipation, revelling in the delicacy with which JC proceeds.

Emboldened , JC tries again, surrounding the head with his warm mouth.

"Ohhhh, yes. That feels amazing, JC."

JC settles his hands on Lance's hips, pulling him closer as he takes Lance in deeper and swirls his tongue around again.

"And you say you have no experience?" Lance moans. "Wait, don't answer that."

JC laughs, and the vibration travels down Lance's erection. He takes a deep breath, then takes Lance in as deeply as he can.

Lance grunts in delight as JC's warm mouth surrounds him. The pleasure is so intense he almost comes right then.

JC puts the same concentration into this as he does everything he cares to do well. Remembering what it felt like when Lance did this to him, he tries to reproduce the movements that felt best.

Lance sways in time to JC's ministrations, his lips slightly parted, his eyes closed in ecstasy. His breath comes in shallow gasps as his climax builds.

JC can't quite believe he's doing this. Can't quite believe that he can cause this reaction. But he keeps on doing what seems to please Lance, wrapping his arms around Lance and holding him close.

Lance's fingers play with JC's curls and soon his breath turns into quick, quiet moans. He clenches his teeth as he finds his release, a low, strangled cry caught in his throat.

JC tightens his arms around Lance, almost choking on the strangely flavored fluid in his throat, but finally swallowing until Lance is still.

"Darlin', you're amazing." Lance pushes the hair back from JC's face and finally gazes down at the ever-so-slightly insecure yet incredibly sexy young man seated before him. He leans over and places soft kisses all over his face. "I do love you, and not because you're so good at that."

JC pulls Lance down onto the couch next to him and lays his head on Lance's shoulder. "Not just 'cause you can train me to be your perfect sex toy?" JC replies teasingly.

Lance turns his head and looks down at JC. "Ooo, sex toy? I never had one of those."

"See? You DO only want me for my body."

Lance shakes his head. "I want you for your everything. Your mind, your voice, your body. Everything. And now I think it's time YOU learned to use that gorgeous body of yours."

"What do you mean?"

"Make love to me, JC."

"I... Oh. Oh. ME?"

"Yeah," Lance purrs, poking a finger gently on JC's chest. "YOU."

JC looks up at Lance, his eyes very blue and very trusting. "You'll, you'll tell me what to do?"

"Yeah. But I think you'll figure it out." He takes JC's hand and pulls him to his feet, then kisses him, tasting his own salty essence still lingering in JC's mouth.

JC sways toward Lance, leaning into the kiss, running his free hand down Lance's bare back to settle on his ass.

Pleasantly surprised by the bold move, Lance brings his hands to JC's face, pushing away the hair from his forehead as he snakes his tongue into JC's mouth.

JC makes a whimpering sound in his throat and pushes with his hips against Lance's. Lance squeezes his hand between their bodies to cup JC's prominent hardness. He turns his head so his lips travel over JC's cheek to his ear, which he nibbles and licks, breathing hotly, "I want you so bad."

Lance's hot breath and deep, seductive voice send a pleasant tremor through JC. "I'm yours," he replies in a rough whisper.

Lance kicks off his pants and leads JC over to the bed, and begins unbuttoning JC's pants, evidently tight from his arousal.

JC watches Lance's deft fingers, then looks up at his face, smiling at the frown of concentration creasing the younger man's forehead.

Lance pushes down JC's pants and underwear and kisses him again, but this time he wraps his hand around JC's prominent erection.

JC's hands roam over Lance's back and chest, finding sensitive spots intuitively and feeling Lance shudder involuntarily. His own heartbeat is rapid, and his breathing comes in shallow gasps.

Lance sits on the bed, pulling JC down with him. He lays back and pushes JC up so he can look in his face. Reaching to the bedside table, Lance finds a box of condoms and extracts one. "First, this." He rips open the package and pulls out the condom, then rubs JC's thick organ once more before rolling the latex over its length.

Again, JC watches, but after a moment, he starts kissing Lance's neck. One hand touches Lance's hands as they put the condom on, then reaches for Lance's own erection, grown long and hard again.

Lance turns his head to give JC better access, momentarily distracted from his task by JC's seductive kisses. He fumbles for the tube of lube and when his hand closes around it he flips the lid and pours some out, then reaches down and coats JC's throbbing erection. Lifting his legs, he puts his hands on JC's shoulders. "Go slow, but don't worry-- I won't break."

JC looks down into Lance's eyes and touches his face very gently. "You'll stop me if I do hurt you?"

"You won't."

JC drops his head to kiss Lance and, scarcely breathing, pushes into him as gently as he can.

Lance's eyes fly open as he feels a searing pain tear through him, then relaxes, knowing how good it will feel to have JC inside him. He lifts his legs higher and kisses JC passionately as a sign that he's okay.

JC gasps into Lance's mouth. He knew this was going to feel good. Great even. But this. This is indescribable. Encouraged by Lance's kisses, he pushes in deeper.

Lance breaks the kiss and turns his head sideways, concentrating fully on the intensity of the penetration. So this is what it's like to be in love.

JC stops when he has pushed into Lance as deeply as he can, savoring the sensations. "Okay?" he whispers.

"Amazing. Don't stop."

JC starts to move inside Lance, and if he'd thought the sensation of just being inside Lance was wonderful, the delicious friction of their bodies is almost overwhelming.

Lance moans into JC's ear, his breath fanning over JC's large, fleshy lobe. "Ohhhhh, darlin', just like that."

Feeling Lance's erection pressed between them, JC reaches down to wrap his hand around it. Realizing he's responsible for Lance's pleasure fills him with tenderness and a little anxiety.

Lance begins pulsing his hips upward, taking JC in again and again, urging him on. He brings his mouth to JC's once again, thrusting his tongue inside, tasting JC's excitement and tension, in return reassuring him with his passionate kiss.

Lance was right--JC does know what to do, or at least his instincts do. He finds his rhythm and pumps smoothly into Lance's hot, tight passage, stroking his erection in perfect counterpoint. Lance squirms under JC, sweat trickling down his chest. He wraps his arms around JC's slender body and strokes his back rhythmically.

JC's orgasm hits him suddenly, without warning, and he cries out Lance's name almost desperately. Lance holds the trembling man tightly. He knew it would be this good. It couldn't be anything else but good when it's with someone you love.

"Sorry, sorry," JC whispers, over and over.

"You're SORRY? JC, that was amazing." And he covers JC's face with reassuring kisses. When JC slips out, Lance removes the condom and cleans JC off with some tissues, tossing the wad in a nearby wastebasket so he doesn't have to leave the comfort of the bed and the warm body next to him. He shifts so he and JC are spooning, his arms wrapped protectively around his lover. "YOU are amazing. I love you, JC."

"I love you, too. But I didn't...last very long. And you didn't...um..."

Lance smiles and kisses JC's shoulder. "It doesn't matter. It was so good. And next time you'll last even longer. It feels good just to hold you." And Lance squeezes JC tightly.

"Yeah, this feels really good, really good. I can't imagine feeling this way with anyone but you."

"I like the sound of that."

JC squeezes the arm that's wrapped around his waist. "So, since we did everything we could think of today, can we stay in bed all day tomorrow?" he asks with a teasing note in his voice.

"So you can...practice?"

"I like to be good at anything I do."

"You're good at EVERYTHING you do."

"I have a great teacher."

"And I have a great boyfriend."

JC giggles. "Then we're perfect for each other."

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