The Two of Us is a series of loosely related shorts inspired by the Pop Odyssey tour.
The Two of Us: Pod Odyssey
by Karen and LB
© 2002
No parents tonight. No friends visiting. For the first time in days Lance is on his own. And that means one thing and one thing only: He and JC are going to spend a quiet night together. Maybe go have dinner somewhere. Catch a movie. Stay in and play board games. Without the other guys. Without the bodyguards. Just the two of them. He smiles as he follows his bandmates down the corridor leading to the dressing room to quickly change so they can beat the crowd out of the stadium. He's right behind JC and reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder when he feels himself being sidelined by a much larger mass. "Hey, Scoop, so which party we hitting tonight?"
"Ow, Joey, ever consider just tapping someone?" He rubs his arm, barely protected by the thin fabric of his costume, as he enters the dressing room.
"So delicate. C'mon, where we going?"
"Um, I don't know yet. I haven't thought about it."
"Well, think about it. We gotta get moving."
JC listens to the exchange with amusement, wondering why Lance doesn't just say he's not partying tonight. He looks over at Lance, who's still rubbing his arm, catches his eye and smiles. Lance shrugs and rolls his eyes, and even as he's stripping off the outer layers of his sweaty costume and stepping into his street clothes, his mind is plotting ways to escape the night's festivities. In the midst of the post-show ruckus he deposits his bundle in the large bin by the door, sidles up to JC and, keeping his voice low, begins, "What do you say you and me--" but before he can get the words out Chris approaches and throws his arm around Lance. "Now that was one hell of a show, wouldn't you say?"
"Yeah, it was great, Chris."
"Let's go celebrate, what do you say?"
"Um, well . . . ," Lance stammers, scratching his head.
"Didn't you say you had some calls you HAD to make tonight?" JC asks.
"Aw, c'mon. You can make calls any time," Chris insists.
"Yeah, but with my mom not here I really should go back to the hotel and at least let her know how it went. I could meet up with you later."
"When are you gonna cut the apron strings, dude?"
"They're cut. I just miss her. And Keri and Daryl couldn't make it this week. I guess I'm just a little homesick. I'll tell you what--tell me where you're gonna be and I'll meet you."
"I don't know where we'll end up. I'll call you. What about you, C?"
"I, um, I'm just gonna sleep."
"Dude, you can sleep tomorrow. C'mon, the chicks are waiting." They reach the buses and Lance is herded onto his bus before he can say anything more. As often happens, the bus is quiet for the trip back to the hotel. It's like a little oasis between the noise of the venue and the gauntlet of fans they'll have to run at the hotel. JC just sits back and closes his eyes, counting the minutes till his time with Lance can start.
"So here's what I'm thinking--we get something to eat, then hit the clubs. But we don't stay in one place too long, see?" Joey calls out as he reclines against the back of the couch, his leg up on the seat next to him.
"Doesn't your leg still hurt?" Lance asks, emerging from the shower and avoiding Steve's video camera.
"Only a little. Besides, I want to milk the sympathy."
"I think they're gonna catch on eventually." He rummages for a clean shirt and dresses quickly, anxious to get off the bus so he can duck away with JC. But when the bus pulls up to the hotel there's already a sizable crowd of screaming girls who left the concert early and staked out a spot in front of the entrance. Lance sighs and shakes his head. Any other night he wouldn't mind, and he knows he can't get past them, so he steels himself for the onrush.
JC manages to get through the crowd without TOO much trouble, scrawling his name here and there and almost managing to elude the blowsy blonde who always, ALWAYS seems to be around snapping picture after picture. He stumbles onto the elevator, grateful for the refuge.
Lance watches as the doors to the elevator close across the lobby. He somehow always manages to be one of the last ones up, probably because he has trouble saying no to the incessant throng of fans who always seem to know where they are at any given moment. It's times like this that he's grateful for their loyal staff of bodyguards, because the gentle tug on his arm and the announcement that the crowd must leave the hotel lobby affords him the opportunity for escape. He just hopes he catches JC on the way to his room.
JC stalls in the hallway, taking his time with his room key, hoping that the next elevator will bring Lance. Even on a supposedly free night, it's just so hard not only to find time together but to make it count.
The elevator doors slowly open and Lance spots JC down the hall by his door. He bounds down the hall and grabs his friend's arm, practically dragging him down the hall. "C'mon, before Justin catches up."
"You make it sound like he's chasing us."
"He is. Any other night I wouldn't mind, but when was the last time we were alone?"
They reach Lance's door, but before he even has his key out he can hear the noise inside. When he slips the key in the lock he groans as the latch clicks and he opens the door to a room full of crew members. "Lance! It's about time you got here. The party's just started."
Lance forces a smile and makes his way through the room to the closet, where he finds a couple of hats. "You guys have a good time--I just gotta run out for a little while."
"Don't be too long!" Out in the hall, Lance puts his back to the door and hands JC one of the hats and some glasses he managed to swipe without anyone noticing. "Put these on."
"Next time, I'm hiring a helicopter to pick us up on the roof." JC grins.
"Where to? We're not exactly dressed for dinner, or clubbing."
Lance bounces his back against the door, eyes to the floor. Suddenly, his face lights up. "We're going to the one place no one will look for us." Hearing Justin approaching from the elevators, Lance grabs JC's hand and ducks around the corner, heading toward the back stairs. "Isn't the library closed?" JC asks as they start almost running down the stairs.
"Oh, this is much better than the library." Lance smiles fondly at the memory.
"I love when you get that gleam in your eyes," JC says as they slip out the service entrance.
Lance looks from side to side and spots the buses parked out back. Mike and the other drivers are still getting their gear out, so Lance uses the opportunity to slip back on. "Forgot something," he mumbles as he dashes up the steps. He manages to quickly locate a flashlight and the keys to Steve's rental car--whenever they're in a city for two or more days Steve rents a car in case they want to run errands or get away for a while. Then he grabs a blanket from the bunks and darts out before Mike can question him. Dangling the keys in front of his face, Lance says mischievously, "Ready to take a little ride?"
"I'll follow you anywhere, babe."
"You might live to regret that." They reach the car and climb in, and as Lance starts the engine he turns to JC and says, "We have one quick stop to make."
JC reaches for his seatbelt and smiles over at Lance. "It's been a while since we've had an adventure." They drive a short distance, to the nearest McDonald's. Lance pulls up to the drive-through and picks up several bags of food, then drives on. "Have you ever done anything . . . bad?"
"How bad are we talking?"
"You ever get suspended?"
"Didn't I see this on Felicity? We're gonna break into the pool?"
Lance laughs. "Worse. This one is gonna have us grounded for a long time if we get caught." As they approach the stadium where they just performed that night, Lance glances over at JC.
"They can't ground us. We're grownups."
"My mom'll find a way." There's only one way into the parking lot at this time of night; when they pull up to the gate Lance flashes his all access pass and says, "Um, we performed here tonight and I forgot something. Is it okay if we just run in?" The guard scowls and scrutinizes the pass, then shrugs.
"Sure, why not? Hey, my niece loves you. Would you mind?" Lance grins, accepts the pad of paper from the guard, and scrawls something sweet.
The guard reads it and waves them through. "Thanks!" he calls out, as the taillights disappear toward the stadium entrance exclusive to the talent.
Lance parks the car and starts handing JC the bags of food while he gathers up the other supplies. "That was the easy part."
"What I'm interested in is the hard part." JC says with a leer. "So, where are we going?"
"Let's just say it's a good thing you're not the one who's afraid of heights." Lance finds an open door and together they slip in to one of the stadium's many limited access corridors. He holds a finger to his lips as he listens carefully. Footsteps sound softly in the distance, so Lance leads JC down a short passageway to another door. This one leads to a long ramp that opens into the back of the stadium. Looming above them, a short distance away, is the tower stage.
"We're not," JC says, but he's grinning. If he weren't carrying sodas and food, he'd be sprinting toward the tower. They walk quickly toward the base. As they near the steps leading to the lower level of the tower, Lance stumbles, sending the blanket and flashlight flying. "What the--," he curses, as he pulls himself into a sitting position. He feels around for whatever tripped him up, and when his hand touches the smooth plastic he stares at the object, puzzled.
JC goes back to stand over Lance. "You okay, babe? What IS that thing?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Lance says dreamily, still trying to figure out the object in the darkness. "I...don't know. It looks like . . . " he touches the long, rubbery arms and finally locates a trigger. When he presses it, the arms light up and begin to spin. Laughing, Lance looks up at JC. "We SELL these things?"
JC stares. "Oh, yeah. I've seen them in the crowd." He laughs. "Boy, are we merchandise whores or what?"
"This is low, dude." Lance continues to press and release the trigger, marveling at the lights and the noise. "Woo hoo!" he shouts, then claps a hand over his mouth, realizing how loud he sounds. "Oops. We better get moving before we get caught."
"Really, Lance. Why don't you just set off a flare? Bring it with you. It looks fun to play with."
Lance heaves himself up, dusting off his butt, and points the battery- operated, twirly glowlight at his friend. "It does, huh? Huh?"
"Yeah. And you. You look fun to play with." JC, hands still full, uses his foot to point out the flashlight Lance had dropped when he tripped.
Bending over to snatch it up, Lance remarks sarcastically, "Is that all I am? Just another TOY?"
"Nah, you're more of a . . . playmate."
"Mate, hmmm? I like the sound of that." They climb the short flight of steps, and Lance switches on the flashlight. Even though it's a small space Lance manages to find the control board for the elevator that will lift them to the pod at the top, which is used in the opening number of the show. "I think this is the switch. Watch out." When he flicks one of the levers a platform drops down and stops a few inches above their heads. "Climb up. I'll get it going and jump on."
JC carefully places the food on the platform, then adds the blanket, flashlight and twirly-light. He clambers aboard and turns to Lance. "Ready."
"Okay--one, two, three--." Lance flicks the switch and grabs the edge of the platform, his adrenalin pumping as JC grabs his hands and pulls him up. They ascend slowly to the see-through, ornately decorated pod, the stars visible through the glass.
"Wow," JC breathes. "I never realized how cool this was--it's always so noisy and I'm always so pumped up." The pod is closed but not sealed, and they can smell the sweet, night air.
"Yeah, I kind of wondered what it would be like to be in here alone. It's so quiet." They sit for a minute, just listening to the sounds of the night, in the vast space of the stadium. "It's like being in a spaceship."
"My little astronaut."
"Look who's talking, Space Cowboy."
"We are SO meant to be," JC says, slipping his arms around Lance's shoulders. "And this is like the most romantic thing ever."
"Who'd ever think a stage prop could be romantic?"
JC smiles sweetly. "Us."
Lance tosses a bag into JC's lap. "Eat your dinner before it gets cold. Well, colder."
JC rolls his eyes. "Yes, dear."
"Fine, be like that. Here, I wine you and dine you and this is the thanks I get."
"Speaking of fine vintages . . . " JC reaches for their sodas, handing one to Lance. He raises his cup. "To starry nights and narrow escapes."
"To not getting caught." They clink paper cups and Lance takes a long drag. He has a feeling he's going to need a lot of energy tonight.
"Man, we haven't sneaked out like this since we were kids and your and Justin's moms were traveling with us."
"It wasn't that long ago, JC. I can still feel her waiting back at the hotel."
"I'll just have to take your mind off her."
"How?" Lance asks with a devilish gleam in his eye.
"Ply you with french fries," JC smiles, raising a ketchup-laden specimen to Lance's lips.
Lance opens his mouth to accept the offering, then, after swallowing, considers. "That might work."
"I could hold your pickle."
Lance's eyes widen. "Josh! Oh my goodness. I think I just supersized it."
"Look what you get for just one more . . . french fry." JC feeds another to Lance.
"You keep this up, and I'll be one happy meal."
"Wait till I start doing naughty things with apple pies."
"Whoa, JC. Those are apple pies you're talking about."
"Sorry. I forgot the sacredness that is the apple pie. I'll just have to think of something else to be naughty with."
For the first time, Lance scarfs his food faster than he ever has. Usually, he's the last one finished, but tonight, his burger disappears so fast it's like it never existed.
"Hungry, Lance?" JC says with an evil smirk.
Lance swallows his last bite. "Yeah."
"Are burgers and fries going to satisfy you?"
Lance shakes his head.
"Apple pies?" Lance thinks for a minute, then shakes his head again.
"Even if I let you have both of them?"
Biting his lip, Lance considers this. Slowly, he shakes his head.
"What would . . . satisfy you?"
"You, JC. Just you."
"Still? Even after all this time?"
"Still. Always."
JC pushes burger wrappers out of the way to lean in for a salty, ketchupy kiss. McDonald's never tasted so good.
Lance shuts his eyes and absorbs every millisecond of the delectable kiss. It's not the food he's tasting--it's JC. The wrappers go flying as JC lowers Lance to the blanket, their impromptu picnic over.
Hungry for something beyond food, Lance holds on to JC, pulling him on top, feverishly devouring every inch of his delicious mouth.
JC presses hard against Lance, as if he could merge them into one person. His tongue tastes every crevice of Lance's mouth, loving the flavors, the textures, the essence of Lance.
Lance raises one knee, grinding his hips against JC; the night air, the unusual setting, and the scent of his lover all contribute to his excitement. As he shifts, he's unexpectedly poked in the back. "Mmmff," he murmurs, struggling to maintain the kiss while fumbling around for the offensive object.
JC pulls back. "What's wrong?"
Feeling underneath, Lance locates the problem. "Uh, this," he groans, holding up the twirly light.
"When did we sign off on selling sex toys at our shows?"
Lance blinks at the object. "Sex toy? JC, you've got a really dirty mind." He presses the button, sending the gangly arms spinning, suddenly curious.
"C'mon, LOOK at that thing."
"I am. You're right. Who comes up with these things?"
They look at each other in the lurid light of the twirly. "Joey," they intone in unison.
Lance laughs. "What do you think he had in mind?"
"I'm not sure I want to know."
Lance holds his palm out and lets the prongs slap against his skin. "It feels kind of . . . good."
"If you say so."
"Try it," Lance urges, taking JC's hand and letting the prongs hit his palm. "It kind of tickles, but not quite."
"Yeah, it's like, tingly." JC pretends to pout. "I thought that was me."
"Darlin', you always make me tingle, even when you're not touching me."
"So I'm not about to be replaced by something that runs on batteries?"
"Depends. This thing looks like it could be fun." JC rolls off Lance. "I'll just let you two get better acquainted."
"You sure you don't want to join us?"
"I'm not that kind of boy."
"What kind of boy are you?"
"Horny."
"Show me."
JC crawls on top of Lance again, grinding his already growing erection against Lance's. His mouth is hot and avid against Lance's throat.
Still clutching the glowlight, Lance groans in pleasure at the sensation of JC's full lips on his sensitive neck. The toy whirrs into motion, banging against JC's back, and Lance quickly tosses it toward the far side of the pod. "Sorry," he mumbles, embarrassed.
JC laughs against Lance's neck, then licks his way up to Lance's ear. "So my competition's out of the running?"
"If you can live up to it."
"Well, I don't light up, but parts of me have been known to twirl around."
"Which parts?"
"Stick around and I'll show you." JC covers Lance's mouth with his own and his thrusting tongue indeed swirls around Lance's.
Lance's eyes grow wide as JC keeps his promise, and when he finally breaks the kiss, it's with a breathless, "I'm not going anywhere."
JC grins down into his boy's face. "Considering where we are, you've got nowhere to go."
"It's a good thing I trust you."
"I'll try to make it worth your while," JC whispers before he captures Lance's mouth again.
Lance opens wide and accepts JC's hot, probing tongue, while his hands wander the smooth planes of JC's back. He lifts JC's shirt, revealing a patch of warm skin, and it's here that Lance's hands linger.
JC takes Lance's face in his hands, running his fingers along the little line of hair Lance seems to think constitutes a beard. He flickers his tongue lightly, teasingly about the inside of Lance's lips before thrusting in more deeply again.
A chill runs up Lance's spine at the light touch--it's a strange combination of the scratchiness of the stubble and the pleasurable fingers themselves. He meets JC's tongue with his own, dancing around the warm, wet, probing thickness.
JC lifts himself enough to reach between himself and Lance and lift Lance's shirt away from his now hot skin, trailing his fingers over the smoothness of Lance's stomach.
Lance studies the fingers moving along his abdomen, slightly embarrassed over the fact that his muscles aren't anywhere near as tight as JC's, but loving the sensation nonetheless. He sighs, fighting the urgency in his groin as those graceful fingers dance lightly over his skin.
JC bends to kiss the skin he's uncovered, lifting the shirt higher but not yet moving up. Instead he revels in the soft curves of Lance's belly, teasing the navel with his tongue.
Lance lifts his head, straining to see JC working his magic. His stomach contracts at the tickling tongue as his erection strains against his jeans.
Lifting Lance's shirt even higher, JC licks his way up Lance's stomach to his chest, tracing the defined pecs and circling one small brown nipple.
Lance reaches up to cradle JC's head, and his hands become entangled in the long, silky locks of hair. He throws his head back against the blanket and moans softly. "Have I told you how much I love your hair like this?"
JC looks up, a slow, sexy smile spreading over his face. "Yeah. That's why I grew it."
"For me? I'm flattered. I'm also really, really horny."
JC grins. "I suppose you want me to do something about that."
"If you don't mind."
"I don't mind. Not one bit."
"Would you mind kissing me?"
In reply, JC shifts upward, bending over Lance's face. He looks down into Lance's eyes, their color vivid even in the dim light of the stars and the moon and whispers "Not at all." JC brushes the full, already kiss-swollen mouth with just the tip of his tongue until it opens to him. He pulls the lower lip between his teeth, sucking it and worrying it lightly with his teeth before slipping his tongue deeper into Lance's waiting mouth.
Well aware of their surroundings, Lance nevertheless feels as though he's being transported to another world. JC takes him places he's never been, each and every time they're together. As he welcomes JC's tongue into his mouth, his hands claw at JC's shirt, eager for more contact, needing to feel the warm skin against his own, desperate to be joined with his one and only love.
Feeling Lance's eagerness, JC interrupts his actions to strip Lance's shirt off, and his own. When he leans in to capture Lance's mouth again, he also feels the sensation of their skin meeting, pressing, melding. Lance pulls JC tightly against his chest, hot skin against hot skin, nipples rubbing, hearts beating wildly. He thrusts his tongue against JC's, hungrier for this contact than he had been for the burgers and fries they just consumed.
JC slides one hand down Lance's side, drawing a slow, hot line from armpit to waist. When he reaches Lance's waistband, he slips his hand between their pressed bodies to cup Lance's erection, making a lazy, circular motion over the growing bulge.
"Gosh, JC, you're killing me," Lance moans, writhing under JC's tortuous, sensuous touch, his own hands stroking the warm flesh of his lover's chest.
JC has kissed his way across Lance's face, and growls into his ear, "You want me to stop?"
"You do, and I may not be able to walk out of here," Lance whispers back, his voice raspy with desire.
JC resumes his ministrations, licking at Lance's ear and intensifying the movement of his hand against Lance's bulging pants. He hears Lance's breathing quicken and it's all the encouragement he needs to open Lance's jeans and slip his hand inside.
Using his thumbs, Lance makes a circular motion around each of JC's small, erect nipples, needing to do something with his hands as JC's warm hand surrounds his straining erection. "Josh," he pants hotly into JC's ear. "I want you so bad it hurts."
JC groans. "We, um, don't have anything with us. I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't care. I just want you. We haven't been together in, like, days."
"I know," JC agrees with a sigh. "Too long." He resumes his stroking motion, his fingers hot against already heated flesh. "I'll just have to make it SO good for you that you won't even notice the lack of lube."
"It's always good with you. Always." Lance sighs, bringing his fingers to JC's full sensuous lips. JC smiles and kisses Lance's fingertips before pulling them into his mouth and teasing them with tongue and teeth. Lance sucks in a quick breath. JC's wet tongue on his fingers, his warm hand on his erection- -it's all too much.
JC releases Lance's fingers to kiss his way down Lance's neck and torso, at the same time easing his already loosened pants down.
Gazing up through the opening in the pod, Lance studies the stars. Every kiss, every touch, every time JC presses his lips to his skin sends electricity coursing through his body. He reaches down to stroke JC's long, silky hair, his eyes clouded with desire.
JC pauses in his kisses to look up at Lance's face, loving what he sees there. Lance's face, normally carefully guarded, is never as open as when he is aroused. His expression is a complicated mixture of intense concentration and abandon, his eyes smokey and slightly unfocused. JC resumes his downward path, caressing every bit of skin his tongue can reach as he goes.
Lance bunches the blanket in his fists, fighting to keep from crying out, self- conscious and deeply aroused and on fire at the same time. He takes a deep breath, frightened by the intensity of his desire for this beautiful man.
JC glances up one more time before running his tongue lightly up the length of Lance's erection. He feels a shudder run through Lance at the touch and smiles before applying his tongue again, more firmly, more deliberately.
Lance brings his hands to JC's head, stroking the hair tickling his skin back from his face."Wait, JC. Wait. Stop," he pants.
JC looks up, surprised. "You want me to stop?"
A slow, sneaky smile spreads on Lance's lips. "Not exactly. But I just realized we don't need lube." He sits up, and coaxes JC to sit back, pulling his legs out in front of him. Lance kneels between JC's legs and kisses him, tasting his own essence in JC's mouth before traveling lower, to his jawline and down to his throat, lingering there for a moment before licking down the smooth planes of JC's toned chest, pausing to capture each nipple as his hands grope for JC's zipper, and when he reaches the ripples of JC's abs, his fingers slide down the zipper and free the heated member.
"'Mmmmm. That's my boy. Always thinking."
"I love a challenge," Lance purrs, before taking JC's erection in his mouth, swirling his tongue around its length, moving up the long shaft before plunging down once again, coating every inch and shivering with excitement at the power of this throbbing organ.
It's JC's turn to clutch at the blanket, biting his lower lip to keep from crying out. It's like this every time with Lance--he always knows exactly how to make JC crazy. And the location, exposed and sheltered at the same time, only adds to his growing excitement.
Lance grips JC's thighs, rubbing the strong, tight muscles as his mouth works JC's erection. The heat in his mouth matches the fire traveling throughout his body, and his heart races in anticipation.
"Wait, Lance. Wait. Stop."
Lance almost doesn't hear--so engrossed in pleasuring JC that it takes him a minute to realize JC is speaking. With one last lick, he pulls himself up.
JC grins as he pulls Lance close. "You keep going and I won't have anything left for you." He rolls them over, pinning Lance beneath him. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?"
Unable to speak when JC uses that voice, Lance merely shakes his head. He raises his knees on either side of JC's body, beckoning him, welcoming him, giving himself over.
JC knows they're both too aroused for any more niceties, any more preliminaries. He looks into Lance's eyes, pale as moonstones in the dim light, and holds his gaze as he pushes into his tight, hot passage.
Lance turns his head at the sudden penetration and groans, gritting his teeth against the intensity of the sensation of JC's thick, hot organ filling him.
JC pauses, touching Lance's cheek with one hand. "Okay?"
Lance nods, even as he tries to catch his breath. JC's body is pressed so tightly against his that the slightest movement causes friction against his own heated erection. "VERY."
JC turns Lance's head back toward him and finds Lance's mouth with his own once again as he pushes in deeper and deeper.
Lance frantically pushes JC's long locks from his face as he devours his mouth. As JC presses in further and further, Lance moans into the kiss, eager for more.
When JC is as deep inside Lance as he can get, he pauses, savoring the feeling of Lance's heat surrounding him, the feeling of being as close to his love as it's possible to be. When he starts moving, the rhythm feels like a heartbeat.
Lance whimpers in ecstasy with each gentle thrust, as his erection rubs in time against JC's stomach. He smiles when he sees the glass walls are completely fogged up, and begins to giggle uncontrollably. "I-I can't . . . believe . . . we're . . . having . . . sex . . . in . . . the pod."
JC starts laughing too, lifting himself enough to look down into Lance's delighted face. "It was made for this, baby." Was it only moments ago that he'd thought he and Lance couldn't be closer? But laughing together while making love is the most amazing feeling JC has ever known. JC extends his arms to lift himself higher over Lance so he can look down and watch his face as he begins moving in Lance again. Still smiling as JC gazes down at him, Lance turns his head self- consciously, slightly intimidated by the intensity of those eyes. He'll never understand how he and JC came together or why JC decided to be with him, but not a day goes by that he doesn't give thanks that happened.
"Lance," JC whispers, never losing the rhythm of their loving thrusts. "Don't be afraid to look at me. I love you. I want you to see that as well as feel it."
Chewing his lip, Lance slowly turns his face back, knowing it's the color of the red lights they use throughout their show. "I never felt this way before."
"Me either," JC says, lowering himself to his elbows so he's closer to Lance, but still able to look into his face. "That's why I want to feel every minute of it."
Lance believes they can't be any closer than they are this minute, with JC moving so languorously, so sensually inside him, his loving eyes focused on him, their bodies pressed together and their hearts beating in time. Lance's breath quickens as he realizes how close he is to coming with the man he loves, here under the stars.
JC shifts his weight to one arm so he can reach for Lance's erection with the other hand. He wraps his long fingers around the engorged organ, stroking it exactly as he thrusts into his lover.
That's all it takes; Lance grips JC's rock-hard biceps and thrusts into the hand holding him, coming fast and hot, squeezing his eyes shut as sparks of light cloud his vision.
Lance's face is even more beautiful than ever when he comes, JC thinks, watching the emotions flicker over Lance's countenance as his orgasm washes over him. It's enough to push JC over the edge, and he comes, still pumping into Lance and finally collapsing into his arms.
For a long while, Lance remains still with his arms wrapped tightly around JC, hugging him close against his chest. When his breathing returns to normal, he kisses the top of JC's damp hair and whispers, "That was . . . amazing. I don't think I'll be able to move for days."
"You better be able to move. I don't know if I can protect you from the Wrath of Wade."
Lance shivers, then laughs. "You're right. We better get moving." He uses the blanket to clean off JC, then himself. But before he moves to gather his clothes, he kisses JC again. "This was really cool."
"You have the best ideas."
"You inspire me." Lance finally releases JC and distributes their clothes, then gathers the blanket together and collects the McDonald's bags. "I don't know about you, but I could use a shower about now."
"Oh, yeah. I even promise to wash your back." JC takes up his share of their stuff and they lower the pod and trek back to the car.
Before getting into the car, Lance glances over his shoulder one last time and smiles. It's not easy having a personal life when you're famous, but it sure it sure isn't dull when you do.
*****
The next night, the crowd roars as the boys prepare to ascend the stage for the opening song. Every nerve in Lance's body is fired up, and he can feel the energy coming off his bandmates.
It's the clattering sound that snaps him out of his reverie, as Joey's foot kicks something to Chris, who bends down curiously and holds up the mysterious object. "What the heck is THIS doing here?" he asks, holding up the twirly light.
Justin cocks his head and sniffs the air. "Do I smell french fries?"
Joey closes his eyes and smiles. "Mmmmm. French fries."