Medley: Pole Cat
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Lance nodded all through the meeting, smiling enthusiastically, even offering suggestions. But when he was finally alone for a few minutes the knot in his stomach grew. He could do this, he was sure of it. He just didn't want to make a fool of himself trying. All he needed was a little practice. Yeah, practice.
So one afternoon, when he knew the crew was striking the stage for the practice run, he snuck out of the hotel and handed Anthony his credit card, instructing him to take the crew out for a nice, long meal.
All he needed was a little practice.
JC realizes that he left his notebook at rehearsal and heads back to retrieve it. When he sees Lance pacing the stage, he stops, watching the younger boy's nervous movement.
Thinking he's completely alone, Lance runs a hand through his hair and approaches the pole cautiously. He's seen strippers do this a hundred times. It always looks so easy. And as a kid he'd entertained the idea of being a firefighter. So here was his chance. He reaches out tentatively and touches the cold metal, then wraps his hand around it. But he loses his nerve and backs away, then shakes his head. He's being ridiculous and he knows it. JC can do it like he was born to do it. Justin will do it like he owns the pole. Joey will make a big show of it. And Chris will fly around it so fast you won't even see him. Lance stands in front of the pole once again, grabs it and swings. He loses his footing halfway around and stumbles, but catches himself in time. "Shit!" he yells.
Fascinated, JC slips into a seat.
Oblivious of anyone else's presence, Lance flips on the boom box that one of the crew members left and starts counting out the beat in his head. This time when he swings around the pole he maintains his balance, releases the pole, and spins. Just like in the clubs. On the next attempt, he hooks his foot around the pole like he's seen the strippers do. Laughing, he steps away and climbs the stairs to the upper ramp. This will be the real test.
JC leans forward, his mouth slightly open. Lance is never sexier than when he's concentrating, like he's doing now.
He imagines himself a firefighter getting the call. In a flash, he's down the pole, feet planted firmly on the ground. Piece of cake. So the next time he climbs to the upper level and takes the pole, he uses only his arms to descend.
JC's eyes bulge almost as much as Lance's arms. He knows Lance has been working out feverishly, but it's not until he uses his arms like this that the results are really evident.
"Woo hoo," Lance shouts and does a little dance. Emboldened, Lance begins to dance using the pole.
JC finally speaks. "We should use that in the show."
Lance freezes, then spins toward the voice. "JC! Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?"
"I came back for my notebook."
"How long have you been sitting there?" He leans over and shuts off the CD player.
JC joins Lance on the stage. "A while."
"I was just . . . um . . . practicing."
"I figured."
"We should go."
"Are you done?"
Lance laughs. "Yes. I'm done."
JC relaxes. He'd been worried Lance would be mad. "You, um, looked great."
"I looked like a dork."
"No. No way."
"You should be wearing your glasses."
JC runs a finger over Lance's biceps. "Do you know what your arms looked like, doing that?"
Lance watches the slender finger trace its path as though he's hypnotized. "Um, no."
"Trust me, not one person who sees it is going to think 'dork.' "
"Yeah, they'll think 'go back to dancing like a dork like you usually do.' "
JC shakes his head. "All these years and you still can't take a compliment."
"It's good to stay humble. Otherwise, you never grow."
JC chuckles. "Show me how you do that," he says, nodding at the pole. "It's like you don't slide down, you lower yourself. It looks cool."
This time Lance shakes his head. "I don't know," he says as he climbs the stairs. "I just, like, slide down it." He takes the pole in his hands and climbs/slides down, keeping his eyes on JC as he does.
"See, that's really cool. I just, you know, slide." JC gestures with his hand. "The way you do it, it's slower. And you spin around the pole more."
"I guess I didn't think about it."
"It's easy, just watching."
"Try it."
JC climbs the stairs and grabs the pole, sliding down. "See?"
"You did it fine."
"Just different."
"Your way."
"Your way is very sexy." JC puts a finger to Lance's lips. "Don't tell me I'm wrong."
Lance swallows. JC's soft, sensual voice quiets his protest mid- throat. Maybe it's the dancing, maybe it's the pole, but suddenly Lance is very, very aroused.
"Very sexy," JC repeats, replacing his finger with his lips.
Lance's next words are lost in the kiss, and he doesn't care one bit. Like sliding down the pole all over again, Lance wraps his arms around JC and pulls him close so their bodies are pressed tightly together.
JC twines himself around Lance, as if he could climb him. They kiss for a few moments before JC licks at Lance's lips, seeking entry.
At first, Lance teases JC, parting his lips just enough to graze JC's tongue. But finally even he can't hold back as he opens his mouth and welcomes JC inside.
JC smiles against Lance's mouth even as he thrusts his tongue past Lance's lips and teeth to tease at Lance's tongue.
Lance backs up, overpowered by JC's hunger, until he feels the cold metal of the pole against his back. His hands move until they are cupping the firm muscles of JC's ass.
With the pole to support them, JC leans into Lance, pressing their bodies together and deepening the kiss. It's times like this, when their desire is wrapped up with what they do, with work and friendship and camaraderie, that excite him the most.
After giving JC's ass a firm squeeze, Lance's hands travel to the noticeable erection pressing against him. He rubs the bulge through JC's pants, the heat penetrating the fabric and warming his hand.
JC pulls back, a lustful gleam in his eyes. Not taking his eyes from Lance, he slips his belt from its loops. Pulling Lance's hands behind him, he lashes Lance's wrists to the pole.
"W-what are you doing?" Lance asks, startled.
"Playing. You like to play, don't you?"
"Yes. I love to play. But . . . " He attempts to struggle from the bonds, but secretly loves what JC is doing to him. "I guess I'm not going anywhere for a while, am I?"
JC grins and runs his hands over Lance's body. "Nope."
Taking a deep breath, Lance wills his body to relax, but he finds it extremely difficult to contain his excitement. "So that means you get to do whatever you want with me."
JC walks behind Lance and wraps his arms around him with the pole between then. "It sure looks that way," he rasps into Lance's ear.
A whimper almost escapes Lance's throat at the sound of that voice and the warm breath on his face. He stands strong, his chest heaving as he anticipates the pleasures to come. "Well, I'm not gonna make it easy for you."
"No? How are you going to stop me?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought that far. But if you think you're gonna have your way with me, you're dead wrong."
JC slinks around Lance, his mouth still on Lance's ear. "Baby, I'll make it so good for you."
That tone, that heat. Lance practically trembles with excitement. "That's what I'm afraid of."
"Afraid of this?" JC asks, nibbling at Lance's earlobe.
Lance is glad for the pole, because it's the only thing keeping him from melting into the floor. "Yes," he breathes. "Terrified."
"What about this?" JC dips his head to lick at Lance's sensitive adam's apple.
"Don't. Stop," Lance states, without any conviction whatsoever in his tone.
JC continues to caress Lance's throat with lips and tongue and drops one hand to massage the very evident bulge in Lance's jeans. "You really want me to stop?"
Lance's voice cracks as he says, quietly, "No. Don't . . . you . . . dare."
JC grins. "That's my boy." He straightens to claim Lance's mouth, his body pressed tightly against Lance, his hand still cupping his hot groin.
Lance squirms against JC and tries to focus on the kiss. Not being able to use his hands is torture but at the same time so arousing he feels like he's going to pop right out of his pants.
Still kissing Lance, JC pulls away a little to unbutton Lance's shirt. He spreads the two halves and runs his hands over the smooth chest, lightly grazing Lance's nipples.
This time Lance does whimper, right into JC's mouth. He shivers at the touch, soft and tantalizing.
With one hand still moving over Lance's chest, JC reaches again for Lance's jeans, this time popping the button and lowering the zipper.
Lance presses back against the pole, needing the leverage. With his feel planted firmly on the floor, he waits for JC's attention.
JC inches his fingers into the opening of Lance's jeans slowly, teasingly. His lips move over Lance's face, kissing his forehead, his eyelids, his chin.
Lance struggles against the strap again, but it won't budge. He groans in frustrating, then laughs. "You're killing me, JC."
"Tell me what you want, Lance."
"I-I . . . " He lowers his eyes to the painful bulge at his crotch.
"Oh, You want me to take care of this?" JC brushes his hand over Lance's groin.
Lance nods eagerly. "Heck yeah."
"I could do this . . . " JC lowers Lance's jeans and boxer briefs freeing his throbbing erection. "That's a start."
The cold metal sends a shocking chill from Lance's ass up his spine, but he manages to gasp, "It's a start."
"You want more? You gotta be more specific here."
"You mean I have to, like, tell you?"
JC slips down to his knees and very lightly runs his tongue the length of Lance's erection. "That?"
Lance shuts his eyes and sucks in a quick breath. "Oh yeahhhhh."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" JC licks again, this time encircling the sensitive head.
"I . . . can't . . . talk."
"I'll have to fix that." With the intensity he brings to anything he considers important, JC takes Lance into his mouth as deeply as he can, swirling his tongue around in strokes sometimes firm and sometimes feathery. Unable to do anything else, Lance grits his teeth and tries to remember to breathe.
JC slides his hands up Lance's legs to cup and caress his balls, while his busy mouth continues its sweet assault on Lance's hot hardness. His muscles straining at the leather strap holding him, Lance bites his lip and groans at the warm, moist mouth engulfing him. He's never experienced pleasure this intense before. It's like JC is taking him to a new level.
JC holds Lance firmly against the pole, knowing that he can feel the cold, hard metal pressing into his back even as JC's hot mouth moves over Lance. "No," Lance whimpers, sensing he's near climax and wanting this pleasure to go on and on and never end. "No . . . I . . . " and before he can stop it, he's coming, a hot rush in JC's wet mouth.
Being able to do this to Lance, for Lance, makes JC feel strong, powerful. He quickly swallows Lance's offering, then leans against his legs, arms around Lance and the pole.
"Okay, so you do get to have your way with me," Lance says, when he finally catches his breath.
"I knew I could convince you."
"I would have let you, even if you didn't tie me up."
"I know. I just thought it would be . . . hot."
"Um, it was. Really hot."
JC pulls Lance's pants back up, carefully zipping and buttoning them. He slowly buttons Lance's shirt then steps behind him to release his wrists.
"So I'm free to go?"
"If you want."
"I want to hold you."
"I want to be held."
Once free, Lance turns and takes JC's hand, and pulls him into a tight embrace. He kisses his cheek and neck, then just holds him. "I think I like this pole."
"I think I'm going to like watching you slide down it every night."
"It'll be practice for when I slide down . . . " Lance runs a finger down JC's chest. "...this."
"Not that you need any practice."
"If you don't practice, you get rusty. You don't want me to get rusty, do you?"
"Nothing worse then a rusty pole."
"So what do you say we slip into the Quiet Room before everyone else gets here and practice?"
"I think . . . you have the best ideas."
"I'm not the one who came up with the creative use for this belt."
"Oh." JC blushes. "Yeah. I can't believe I did that."
"Me neither." Lance takes the belt and touches it to JC's cheek. "But I loved that you did."
"I didn't freak you out?"
"Would you freak out if I told you you didn't?"
JC grins. "Nope."
"Then I guess we're just a couple of freaks."
"It's a good thing we found each other."
"We're keeping the world safe. So let's keep it safer." Lance nods toward the backstage area. Before leaving the stage, he grabs the pole with one hand and swings around. "I think I'm gonna like this."