What Really Happened on Regis
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Disclaimer: We don't own them. Or, thankfully, Regis. Or Gelman, for that matter. This clearly isn't true, since you all saw the show with your own eyes.
This is another of those "we were having a discussion and look what happened" stories. This time it came out of a conversation about how creepy Regis was about Chris's tattoo, and how we wished he would have asked Lance to show HIS tattoos, provided it didn't mean Regis would touch Lance, and how JC could have helped....
...He would have held the ankle down, pinning Lance to the desk in such a position that he couldn't free himself. With his other hand, he would have raised the leg of Lance's jeans just enough to expose the skin, and gently trailed his fingers along the taut muscle...
Lance, pretending he needs to catch his balance, slips his arms around JC, amazed that he can do this in public with impunity.
Suddenly, the room magically clears and the two are left to their own devices. And what devices. JC moves closer, both to allow Lance greater balance and also to position himself between the younger man's legs.
"What are we DOING, JC?"
"Shut up, Lance, and give in to what you are."
Lance bites his lip, then whispers "Make me."
Applying more pressure to Lance's leg, JC snakes his other hand around Lance's back and brings his face close. "That's more like it," he breathes.
"You're gonna have to try harder than that."
"Oh, you want me to try harder, Lance? How hard do you want me to try?" He slides his hand from Lance’s back to his chest and down to his groin.
"Very hard, Josh. Very, very hard."
"Yeah, I'm beginning to think it is. But it could be harder." He begins to rub the warm place between Lance's legs.
"If you're gonna keep doing that, I'm really gonna have to kiss you."
"So I guess I'm gonna keep doing this."
Lance pulls JC's head to him. "And I guess I'm gonna have to . . . kiss you" The last two words are muffled against JC’s mouth. JC cups Lance's ever-growing bulge and gives it a firm squeeze. He parts Lance's soft lips with his own and slips his tongue inside the welcoming mouth. With one hand Lance threads his fingers deeper into JC's hair, while the other slides down and begins pulling JC's shirt out of his pants.
JC massages the calf that's still resting on the desk and now begins to slide his hand up Lance's leg, feeling the tight muscles through the soft fabric of his corduroys. He moans at the feel of Lance's hand in his hair and gazes down at the other hand pulling at his shirt. Once again, he brings his lips to Lance's and plunges his tongue into the warm, wet mouth as his hands tug at Lance's jacket. JC removes the jacket without too much trouble but realizes how precarious Lance's perch on the stool is. Grabbing him firmly around the waist, he easily lifts the younger man, pivoting with him and placing him gently on the desktop.
Lance, unaccustomed to being taller than his lover, gazes down into his blue, blue eyes for a long moment before claiming JC's lips with his own once more. JC parts Lance's legs to allow him better access and runs his hands along Lance's thighs as he runs his tongue along the inside of Lance's mouth. He's rewarded with a moan of pleasure from the younger man. JC brings his hands up to Lance's chest, feeling the hardened nipples through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Bringing his hands back to Lance's waist, he slowly slides his hands under the shirt. Lance lets his head fall back, and JC begins kissing his neck, causing him to squirm and moan aloud again. With his hands inside Lance's shirt, JC touches the smooth, cool skin, and brushes his fingertips against Lance's nipples. He pinches each one gently and smiles when Lance gasps and tries to pull back.
JC responds with more kisses to Lance's neck, flicking his tongue against the prominent adam's apple. With both hands he quickly lifts Lance's shirt over his head and tosses it aside. He pauses to gaze at the beautiful, smooth chest in front of him.
"Take yours off too," Lance murmurs lazily.
"I can't reach." He watches in amusement his lover's reaction to being ordered around. In his deepest, sexiest growl, he adds, "NOW."
"Oh, demanding, aren't we? What are you going to do if I don't, hmmm?"
Lance removes his hands from JC shoulders and gazes down at him, his usually pale green eyes darkened with passion. "I'll wait."
"What if I won't let you?" JC takes a step forward and runs his hands down Lance's firm, toned arms.
Lance gives JC his most innocent look. "How are you gonna stop me?"
"Like this." He leans in as if for a kiss and then somewhat forcefully places his hands on Lance's chest and pushes him down on the desk. He places his hands on either side of the prone body and climbs on top, pressing his lips to Lance's at the same time.
Lance pushes JC away just far enough to say, "That's better. Now I can reach," before he pulls off JC's sweater vest and begins to struggle with the shirt. "Have I ever told you you wear too much clothing?" he inquires as he fumbles with the buttons.
"That's half the fun. I want to make you work for it," he says, as he supports himself with his hands on the desk as Lance finally gets the shirt open. Lance runs his hands lightly over the entire surface of JC’s chest before slipping them around his neck to pull his face down to his own once more. This time it is Lance who controls the kiss, making it a leisurely exploration of every centimeter of JC's mouth.
JC is startled by this sudden burst of aggressiveness but soon gives in and allows Lance to set the pace. He brings his body so close he can feel the heat of Lance's skin and soon breaks the kiss. He trails his tongue along Lance's moist lips and begins to kiss his cheeks, then his chin, then his throat. He's rewarded with a soft growl, so he lingers on this sensitive area.
Lance finally gets JC's shirt completely off and runs his hands up and down the smooth planes of JC's back, then allows his hands to move lower, sliding them into the pockets of JC's tight leather jeans and massaging the firm muscles there. JC's breath becomes hot against Lance's neck and he murmurs, "Ohhh, Lance," when he feels Lance's hands through the fabric of his pants. But Lance's hands are pulled free when JC moves lower, to Lance's collarbone and down his chest to the sensitive nipples awaiting JC's tongue.
Lance arches his back, pressing his chest toward his lover's waiting mouth. The movement also causes their erections to rub against each other deliciously, and JC moans against Lance's nipple, the vibration adding yet another sensation to what his busy mouth had been doing to Lance. JC takes one nipple between his teeth gently and then rolls his tongue over it. He does the same to the other and then begins to run his tongue down the length of Lance's torso, placing soft kisses along the way. When he reaches the waistband of Lance's pants, he pauses and then nuzzles the erection, breathing in the heady scent through the fabric.
Lance reaches with both hands to caress JC's thick dark hair, the only part of his lover he can reach. "Josh," he breathes huskily. JC peers up at the object of his affection and smiles wickedly. He begins to work the button of Lance's pants and slowly slides the zipper down.
Lance meets JC's look and sees his own desire mirrored in the older man's eyes. He sighs and thrusts his hips upward toward the hands that are liberating him from the confines of his now very tight pants. With Lance's hips off the desktop, JC is able to slide Lance's pants down over his thighs and down to his knees. They're baggy enough so they slip off his feet without JC having to remove his shoes.
JC leaves Lance's boxer-briefs on, in order to prolong the tension. He stands over the prone body and gently cups the hot member through the shorts.
"JOSH!" Lance whispers desperately. "You're torturing me. And you're enjoying it." He pouts, but struggles to sit up so he can at least touch his lover.
"Yes, I am, Lance. Very much. And so are you. And you ain't seen nothing yet." With that he gives his lover a long, lingering kiss, places both hands on his chest, and pushes him back down on the desk. "Now stay there."
JC grips Lance's thighs and runs his hands firmly upward, toward Lance's waiting erection. He reaches one hand inside the waistband of Lance's shorts and lightly fingers the length of Lance's shaft. Lance opens his mouth to protest--he hates being passive like this--but his protest turns to an inarticulate sound of pleasure as JC's long slender fingers brush over his heat. He resists the urge to close his eyes and instead watches JC's face as the older man strokes him.
"That's better, Lance. Just relax and let me take care of everything." JC curls his fingers around the long shaft and begins to slowly rub its length. With his other hand, he gently fingers Lance's balls, applying just enough pressure. He continues his ministrations while leaning down to kiss Lance's chest, then works his way back to his eager lips.
Lance smiles into the kiss, wrapping one arm tightly around JC. With the other hand he explores the muscular hardness of the older man's chest. He brushes his thumb over JC's nipple and is rewarded with a shudder, so he gives more attention to the small, tight bud of flesh.
In the meantime, JC's hands are making him squirm and if JC's lips were not covering his own, he would surely have cried out by now. JC moans at the knowledge that he is giving his lover such pleasure, and he releases the hand cupping Lance's balls to bring it to the side of his face. He caresses the soft cheek as his tongue works Lance's mouth, and he continues to stroke his hard erection, rubbing the slick first few drops of Lance's juices down its length.
Lance's kisses become more intense as he plunges his tongue into his lover's mouth, matching the rhythm of JC's hand on his own erection. His breathing is ragged and his hands are everywhere, sliding over skin and leather--reaching, grasping, caressing.
Suddenly, JC stops and pulls back. He smiles wickedly and slides his hand out of Lance's shorts. Before Lance can protest, he pulls off the constricting garment. He steps back to admire his . . . handiwork. . "What are you DOIN', JC?" Lance manages through clenched teeth. He feels completely vulnerable--and more than a little ridiculous--lying here naked save for shoes and socks, on Regis's DESK, and in this--er--condition. Gelman's gonna have a heck of a time explaining THIS.
"Chill, dude. The cameras are off. I think."
"I hate you, JC."
JC feigns a pout. "No, you don't, beautiful. You love every minute of this. He takes a step closer. "The danger." Another step and he grabs Lance's throbbing erection. "The excitement." He kisses his lover and trails kisses down the length of his body, until he reaches Lance's hard, hot member.
"You are so bad, Josh. SO bad."
JC's mouth is inches from Lance's penis. He looks up. "Oh, you want me to stop? Okay." And he rises and turns.
Before he can take a step, Lance's legs are locked around JC's waist. "Don't you dare, JC. Don't you dare." He sits up and wraps his arms around JC's shoulders, pressing himself tightly to the other man's back. "You are such a tease, Josh," he whispers directly into JC's ear. "And you're right. I love every minute of it."
JC turns around slowly. He places his hands on Lance's waist. "That's more like it." And he kisses the younger man tenderly, sweetly. The kiss seems to last hours, and then JC lowers himself to his knees. Placing both hands on Lance's thighs, he gently licks the tip of the still hard member. Lance slides his fingers into his lover's hair and sighs, then whispers "Josh. More. Now. Please."
JC gazes up. "Well, since you asked so nicely." With his tongue he circles the tip, licking the droplets carefully. He slides his tongue down the length of the shaft and flicks his tongue at the base. Slowly, he runs his tongue back up and finally engulfs Lance's erection in his mouth.
Lance gasps his pleasure. His fingers dig into JC's scalp, becoming less caressing and more directing. He tries to press his hips upward but JC's firm grip on his thighs prevents any movement. JC finds a rhythm and takes Lance in as far as his throat will allow. He soon senses Lance is about to reach the brink and slows his movements.
"Tease," Lance hisses, but JC can tell from the sound that he's smiling. He swirls his tongue around the tip again, eliciting another, wordless hiss. JC can feel Lance's fingers tangled in his hair and can sense his urgency. He quickens his rhythm until Lance finally cries out and releases his orgasm into JC's warm mouth. JC waits until Lance is completely finished, then removes his mouth and lays his head on Lance's stomach, listening to his breathing return to normal.
He feels Lance pulling on him and he lifts himself up to meet his lover's kiss. The kiss is tender and full of passion. JC holds Lance for a long time and then whispers in his ear, "You know we're doing Rosie tomorrow."
Lance shakes his head. No one knows the schedule. "Josh, sweetie? That was two days ago. But I bet Bloomie’s has a men's room."