Jim Bass: International Dad of Mystery
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Chapter 5: On His Majesty's Secret (Room) Service
November 2001
Jim tightened security during the United We Stand concert, but pulled back a little for the Miami show. He wanted Lance to enjoy himself. Dr. Yerger said that despite the poor box office numbers for On the Line, Lance's cuteness ratio was soaring. Even Max Weinstein couldn't bring him down. Yes, Miami was sure to be eventless. They hadn't counted on the unholy alliance of Willa Ford and Tito Puente Jr. Two people with nothing to lose but everything to gain.
Lance couldn't understand why Willa Ford was suddenly staying in their hotel and hanging all over him. He was polite, but kept his distance. Joey quickly stepped in and put the charms on her, and within minutes she retreated. The best defense really is a good offense.
It was a beautiful few days in Miami, and Lance wanted to spend time on the beach. JC's brain was working overtime trying to come up with creative excuses to keep him from such an exposed, open space.
They shopped. They stopped off at sidewalk restaurants for a drink. Fortunately, they also had a press conference to for the release of their bobbleheads, so Jim just had to bide his time until they could get to Atlantis. He made sure each doll was thoroughly inspected. There was a close call when they found one that had been tampered with, so Jim made sure JC stayed close to Lance during the press conference.
JC made the most of his assignment, making his bobblehead dance on Lance's shoulder and otherwise being playful. But his restless eyes never settled in one place as he kept watching for any suspicious activity.
That night would be the sound check, and JC was more worried about Lance's safety then than during the actual performance.
It was risky, but there was no way around it. They had to do the soundcheck that night, under the cover of darkness. But that also left a lot of opportunity for an assault. The boys were driven to the stage in SUVs, and a crowd soon formed by the gates to watch them. Lance was too busy marvelling at the scope of what they were doing to notice that the bodyguards were extra cautious. Suddenly, Justin received a transmission in his ear monitor. "Justin, you need to stall. We may have a security breach at the hotel. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Justin said quietly. "I know what to do." To the guys, he said, "Can we do that again? Joey, you were off."
"I wasn't off," Joey said defensively.
Justin shot him a look. "You were 'off'."
Joey's mouth fell open. "Ohhhh, yeah. I was off."
Lance shrugged and got into position. From the reactions of the crowd along the beach they were happy to hear that song again, but Lance was anxious to get out and hit the town.
By the third time through Girlfriend, even Justin was sick of the song. Fortunately, the word came through that the hotel was secure, and they finished the soundcheck peacefully. On the way back to the hotel, JC said, "We don't HAVE to go out, you know. It's a beautiful night. We could go down to the pool. There's a cabana with our name on it."
"You know what?" Lance asked. "That sounds great. We can go out anytime. We haven't been on the beach in a while."
"I was hoping you'd say that." JC smiled dreamily. "Sometimes I get tired of sharing you with the world."
"You get the best part."
"You got that right."
"I feel like we haven't been alone in so long."
"I know. That's why I wanted to do this tonight. Tomorrow will be a big rush. So will Atlantis, and Laura will be there. Tonight's for us."
Jim removed his headset and turned to the technicians. "Turn off the monitors."
"Sir? Are you sure?"
"Yes. He'll be okay." To himself, he muttered, "He better be okay."
JC had made arrangements in advance, so by the time they reached poolside, there was indeed a cabana with their name on it, and also a light meal and some drinks.
"Oh my gosh, you did all this?"
"The hotel did. I just made some phone calls," JC said modestly.
"It's a lot of work, dialing the phone. Your fingers must be sore." Lance took JC's hand and brought said fingers to his lips.
"Yeah, I'm all worn out. I better lie down."
"Come here." Lance led JC to a chaise lounge next to a candlelit table set with wine and food. "Lie down."
JC sank down onto the comfortable cushioned lounge, not letting go of Lance's hand. "You, too."
Lance shook his head. "You need some lovin', darlin'. I feel like you've been taking care of me a lot lately. Now it's my turn to take care of YOU."
JC grinned. "I'm all yours."
"Good. Now you just relax and let me take care of everything." He filled a glass with wine and dipped his finger in, then brought it to JC's lips. "How does this taste?"
"Delicious. The wine's pretty good, too."
"Really? Let me try." Lance leaned down and kissed the wine off JC's lips, sweet and tangy. "Mmm, it's very good." He sat back on his heels and reached for a grape from the tray of fruit. "Hungry?"
JC nodded, his eyes wide, reflecting the candlelight. "Very hungry."
Lance held the grape in front of JC's mouth and kept his fingers on it as JC's lips closed over it. He grabbed a few more from the tray and began feeding them to JC, one by one. He popped the last one in his own mouth, letting the sweet juice fill him before leaning down to kiss JC again.
The sweet taste of the grapes gave the kiss an almost unreal quality, augmented by the beautiful surroundings. JC wrapped his arms around Lance's neck, pulling him closer, reaching up with his entire face to deepen the kiss.
Lance probed with his tongue to taste every flavor in the depths of JC's mouth. One hand slid up JC's leg to his crotch, where a hard bulge was quickly forming.
"Mmmmm," JC murmured after a few minutes. "You taste so good. And you feel so good." He slipped his hands up under Lance's shirt. "Sooo good."
"You do this to me. You make me feel good." Lance rubbed the bulge, massaging it to even greater hardness.
JC licked playfully at Lance's neck. "That's what I'm here for. That and protecting you from evil foreign operatives."
"Right. The spy thing. 007? Or is it 8?"
"Agent Chasez will do," JC growled into Lance's ear.
"So, AGENT Chasez, what are your orders?"
"Take your clothes off."
"This is serious." Lance pulled his shirt off. "Are you sure this is what we're supposed to do?"
"Very, very sure," JC said, admiring the way the flickering candlelight cast shadows over Lance's chest.
"If you say so. I mean, if it's a matter of international security." Lance unzipped JC's pants and slipped his hand inside to touch the hot organ within.
"Your country needs you. Or at least your boyfriend does."
"Then it's my duty. I can't let you . . . down." Lance began to stroke JC firmly but slowly.
JC moaned contentedly. "No danger of that." He groped for Lance's zipper, his hunger growing by the minute.
Lance pushed away JC's hands and managed to open his pants one- handed. He climbed onto the lounge chair and kissed JC hungrily.
JC's hand ventured inside Lance's open zipper and rubbed the hot flesh within. His other hand traveled up Lance's chest until he found one stiffly erect nipple.
Lance sighed and began to kiss down JC's chin to his neck. He nuzzled JC's neck and breathed hotly in his ear.
"Ohhh," JC breathed, shivering incongruously from the heat. "Want you so bad."
Lance slowly removed his hand and rolled them over so JC was laying on top. "Be my guest."
JC rocked his pelvis ever so slightly, causing delicious friction when their erections pressed against each other. He captured Lance's earlobe between his teeth and nibbled lightly.
Lance moaned the way he always did when JC did that. JC knew every sensitive spot on his body, better than anyone ever did. Better, even, than the scientists who studied him ever knew.
Still kissing Lance, JC moved off of Lance enough to start lowering his pants, his kisses moving lower as the task required.
Lance raised his head, watching, fascinated, as JC worked his way down his body. And his body responded immediately.
JC finally disposed of Lance's jeans, then rubbed his face against Lance's groin like a cat leaving its scent.
Outside, in the exposed surroundings, Lance felt a strange sense of vulnerability and danger. But it was exciting. He loved that JC was willing to take chances and try different things. It kept their relationship interesting. He reached down to cradle JC's tangle of curls in his fingers.
Encouraged, JC licked a path from the base to the tip of Lance's erection, then blew on the wet stripe he left, feeling Lance shudder with the sensation.
Lance grasped JC's head, but not forcefully. He simply needed to hold onto something, because JC's technique made him dizzy with desire.
JC swirled his tongue around the tip of Lance's erection, and he wrapped one hand around the base. He began stroking the stiff column firmly and slowly, finding the perfect rhythm to counterpoint the fluid motion of his tongue.
The beach breeze cooled the sweat forming on Lance's face, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the mixed sensations--the smell of the ocean air, the warm tongue on his hardness, the firm, capable hand holding him.
With each bob of his head, JC took more of Lance into his mouth, his hand still stroking in a complementary motion, his entire focus centered on this act, giving Lance this pleasure.
Lance moaned as his climax built, realizing how loud he must sound on the quiet deck. He turned his head as he came, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.
Breathless, JC let his head rest on Lance's thigh, shivering slightly as the cool breeze drifted over his back.
Lance savored the quiet for a few minutes, hearing only JC's soft breathing and the rustle of palm leaves. "You cold?" he finally asked.
JC smiled up at Lance. "Yeah. Warm me up."
Lance coaxed JC up so he was stretched out on top of Lance, and Lance wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, rubbing his hand up and down his back. "I know one way you could get warm."
JC's eyes glinted. "I hope you're thinking what I'm thinking."
"If you're thinking about making love to me right here, right now, then I'm definitely thinking what you're thinking."
"It's like you read my mind."
"It's a hidden talent."
"Talents deserve to be rewarded," JC said, nuzzling Lance's neck and licking at his adam's apple.
Lance growled and reached between JC's legs to massage his fire-hot organ once again. "This is a BIG reward."
"All for you." JC lifted his head and looked around the enclosure, locating the hotel-provided basket of sunscreen, lotions, and such. "Hang on," he said and crawled off Lance, padding over to retrieve the basket and finding some lotion. "Roll over," he instructed Lance.
Lance complied and tucked his hands under the pillow his head rested on. His body tingled as he watched JC place the basket on the table next to them, JC's face awash in the soft glow of candlelight.
JC bended over Lance and kissed his shoulder, then traced the wing- like shape of his shoulder blades with his tongue. He opened the lotion, and, as he spread some on his fingers, slowly kissed his way down Lance's spine. He dropped the lotion next to the lounge and slipped his hand between the firm muscles of Lance's ass.
Lance raised his hips as JC's hand caressed him. He sighed as each kiss tickled his back. "That feels so good."
"That's the idea," JC said, pressing his mouth against Lance so the words vibrated up Lance's spine. He fingers thrust slowly, rhythmically, preparing Lance.
Lance squirmed under JC, the pleasure overtaking him. "More," he whimpered.
"If that's what you want . . . " JC quickly spread more lotion on his own erection and pushed carefully into Lance. "That's what you get."
"You're so easy," Lance groaned as JC entered him. He pushed back against JC, allowing him to pass deeper.
"You got me wrapped around your little finger," JC replied, kissing the nape of Lance's neck.
"Right now I'm wrapped around something else. And it feels so good."
JC wrapped his arms around Lance, slithering one hand down to encircle his again-hard erection. "More like I'm wrapped around you." "Like a big, warm robe." He thrust into JC's hand, the combined friction of their bodies causing a sheen of sweat to form on his back.
JC thrust a little faster, a little harder, licking at Lance's shoulder again and tasting salt. "So I can be replaced by terry cloth?"
"No way. Terry cloth doesn't last as long as you."
"Aw, baby. You're so sweet."
"And you're so hot." Lance moved in time with JC's rhythm, taking him in as far as he would go, trying to hold on as long as possible. He wanted to stay this way, to remain this close to JC.
JC increased his pace, breathing heavily, his hand pumping still harder on Lance's stiffness. He breathed damply into Lance's ear as he nibbled the tender lobe.
Lance grabbed the mattress of the lounge in his fists as he panted loudly, his climax building until he couldn't hold back any longer. JC muffled his own cry against Lance's shoulder as he came, still pumping into Lance until he couldn't move anymore.
"So was that one of your 'gadgets?' " Lance asked when he could finally talk again.
"My best one."
"James Bond has nothing on you."
"James Bond never had a boy like you."
"Shaken, not stirred."
JC collapsed against Lance's back, giggling. "I love you lots, you know that, right?"
"I know. I do too."
"Good." JC pushes himself up. "You hungry?"
"Yeah. I seem to have worked up an appetite."
JC found a towel and they cleaned up, then shared the food and wine that had been left for them.