A Test of Restraint

by Karen and LB
© 2002

No big explanation this time. We were talking about handcuffs. That's all. :-} Disclaimer: The truth is out there. Just maybe not in this story.

 Lance and JC enter their hotel room and drop their overloaded duffles.

JC hears something clatter to the floor. "Did you drop something, babe?" He bends to retrieve the object and comes up flushed. "Um, Lance," he begins, dangling the handcuffs from one finger. "Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"Oh my gosh, I'm gonna kill Justin."

"Justin?"

"Yeah. He made me go into this store with him--when we were in NY yesterday. It was one of those...you know...they sell sex stuff. Anyway, he wanted to buy something for Britney and he kept trying to get me to buy those but I didn't want to but he bought them anyway and we were in a rush to pack up so I just shoved them in there 'cause I didn't want to just leave them in the hotel room for the maid to find and...give me those." 

"Oh, I don't THINK so."

"Whoa, JC...you're not actually thinking of...no way...NO way. Give them to me."

"How badly do you want them, Lance?"

"Jay Ceeeeeee..." Lance leaps across the bed and dives for JC's hand.

"I just don't know if you can be trusted with these, Lance. You sneak them into OUR hotel room--our HOME, and then you toss me some flimsy excuse about Justin. Is this the man I love and trust?" 

"Justin is so dead. You know _I_ would never buy something like that." 

"I thought I knew, but this...this makes me see you in a whole new light."

"Josh, c'mon, stop kidding around. Let's just toss those things like I should have back in NY."

"Sounds like kind of a waste to me. Actually, now that my curiosity's piqued, I wanna hear all about this little shopping expedition. I'm not sure I like the idea of Justin corrupting my boy." 

"He didn't corrupt me. It's not like I bought whips and chains. Well, cuffs don't count and anyway I didn't buy them, HE did. I didn't even want to go in there. Okay, so I was curious, but I wasn't going to buy anything. Really. REALLY. J, stop looking at me like that." 

"Like what, Lance? Like you're the cutest thing in the world when you blush and stammer?" 

"I am not blushing. A-and stop looking at me like that! And gimme those!" 

"I'll give them back if you answer one question. Who did you intend to be locked up? Me or you?" 

"JC! I didn't think...I mean, I never...I mean...oh my goodness...." 

"You didn't think about it at ALL, Lance? Not one little thought?" 

"NO! No...." Lance bites his lip. "Okay, so maybe I did, for like ONE second." 

"So, TELL me." 

"Josh, you know I'm not into...well, at least I've never done anything like this before. But, okay, I'll admit it, when Justin first showed me those I kind of got...oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm even saying this...a little turned on." 

"What did you want to do, Lance?" 

"I didn't want to do anything, Josh. I just...thought about it. I...I kind of wondered what it would be like...oh forget it, this is crazy. I'm gonna kill Justin."  

"But I don't want to forget it. You never tell me your fantasies. You never tell me stuff you'd like to try. I'm not even sure if you like what we do together half the time."  

"Josh, how can you say that? Of course I like what we do. I love what we do. I love being with you. I...I don't talk about my fantasies because...well, I just feel...kind of weird. I mean, normal people don't do these things." 

"Lance, 'normal' people do a lot of things. There's a difference between talking about it outside and talking about it here, you know. If we trust each other, we can tell each other anything, right?" 

"Yeah. I do trust you JC, more than anyone. And you know I'd never tell anything you told me in private. But I just don't want you to think I'm some sort of sicko, you know?"  

"I know you better than that, baby."  

"And I've never hid anything from you. I would never do that, J. Well, except for these. And I didn't mean to. I just...forgot about them. I _want_ us to be completely honest with each other. Heck, I tell you stuff I don't even tell my mom."  

"I HOPE so!" JC hands the cuffs back to Lance. "Here. I'm sorry I teased you about them." 

"It's okay." A look of disappointment flashes across  Lance's face, just briefly, but it's there. "I guess I'll just get rid of these now." 

"I didn't say you should get rid of them. I just put you back in charge of them." 

"Me? Why me?" 

"They're yours. It's up to you what you want to do with them." 

"Oh. Okay." Lance is silent for a moment as he studies the  bracelets. "But you know, Josh, I kind of thought that we...well we  share a room and everything, and we borrow each other's clothes and stuff...I mean, I thought we shared everything. Forget it, I'll just  get rid of them." 

"Lance, I don't know what you want. It's like you keep dropping these little hints, but they're all contradicting each other. Tell me what you want. Please?" 

"You really want to know? Okay. Okay. I'll tell you, but you're probably going to run screaming. When Justin and I were in the store and he showed me these he laughed and said...well, he said...'I bet JC would love to see you in these.' He said it as a joke, but for a moment, well, I thought about it." 

"I would." 

"And I know it was stupid, but...you would?"  

"Seeing you all helpless and vulnerable. And trusting? What's not to like?"  

"JC! Helpless, huh?" Lance jiggles the cuffs in his hands, testing their weight. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, and his leg starts bouncing up and down, as if of its own accord. He mutters under his breath, "Could be kind of interesting...." 

"Could be. Lance?" 

"Yeah?" 

JC squats down in front of Lance and his hand stills Lance's jittery ones. "Wanna play?" 

Lance turns his green eyes upward to meet JC's crystal clear blue ones. "Yeah." 

JC takes Lance's chin in his hand and pulls him forward into a kiss. With the other hand, he takes the handcuffs from Lance's grip. Pressing Lance backward on to the bed, he whispers "Same as always, Lance. You wanna stop, we stop, okay?" 

Lance pulls away long enough to nod, then pulls JC back to him. "I trust you, Josh," he whispers into his ear. Then he kisses that very same ear, giving it a little nibble as well. 

JC smiles in satisfaction. He never doubts that Lance loves him, but sometimes he's not sure if he trusts him. So to hear him say this so clearly, willingly...trustingly is gratifying, to say the least. He pushes the handcuffs to one side and concentrates on kissing Lance. 

Lance is always amazed at how intense it can be with JC. He thought after all these months that the passion would fade out of their relationship, that they would grow tired of each other since they spent so much time together, but every day with JC is completely different from the one before. So the fact that JC is so open to trying something like this doesn't really surprise Lance. It makes him love JC all the more. 

The trick, JC realized, was keeping Lance so distracted that he wouldn't even be thinking about the cuffs till they were on. And what better way to distract him than to do all Lance's favorite things? Not that THAT was a sacrifice--JC loved making his boy happy. He loved evoking the stream of moans, sighs, and cries that flowed from his surprisingly vocal lover. So JC pays extra attention as he kisses and licks Lance's throat, nibbling lightly as well. His hands begin to tug at Lance's t-shirt and he lifts Lance's arms over his head to remove it, immediately capturing and pinning Lance's hands. Even this is not enough to alarm Lance--JC has often admired the way Lance's pectoral muscles stretch and bulge in this position and he, as usual, he dips his head to trace those muscles with his tongue. Lance sighs and presses against him, and JC uses his advantage to swiftly raise Lance up on the bed and snap the handcuffs around his wrists and the headboard. 

Initially, Lance is surprised by the sudden bout of aggression from his lover. He was so involved in the pleasure of having JC's tongue on his throat, an especially sensitive erotic zone for Lance, that he wasn't even aware of the handcuffs until it was too late. Not that Lance really minds. He's a little concerned about being put in such a submissive position; being one of the smaller members of the group he's often the victim of the other guys' tickling and general wrestling sessions. But with JC, Lance feels so...safe. No matter how incapacitated he is, Lance knows that JC would never do anything to hurt him. Quite the contrary, even when JC had him pinned Lance was so aroused by his kisses and the strong hands gripping him that he didn't have time to be afraid. He tests the cuffs. Yep, there's no getting out of these, not until JC decides to let him go. And by the look in JC's eyes, that might not be for a while. Lance sighs, one knee up, the other angled at his side. Already, he can feel a twitching in his jeans. "JC, just one thing: You're not gonna have a heart attack on me, are you? Because you hear these stories of some girl whose boyfriend chained her to the bed and then croaked and she was stuck there for days without any food or water." 

JC laughs, delighted. He expected a lot of things, but not joking. "Wasn't there a Stephen King book like that? Don't worry,  someone's bound to come looking for us when we miss soundcheck." They laugh together for a moment, then their laughter dies as they stare at each other. JC runs one finger down the length of Lance's arm, then pulls back. "One thing missing here, I think," he mutters, as if to himself. He gets up and rifles through his duffle until he finds what he's looking for. He returns to the bed, and wraps the scarf around Lance's eyes. "Okay, baby?" 

Lance shakes his wildly. "No, JC, this is not fair. If I'm gonna be trussed up, I want to at least be able to see you. I mean, I can't touch you, and that's frustrating enough." But then Lance feels the ache in his crotch again, and with the blindfold on, his senses are heightened. "Okay, maybe for a little while." 

JC darts a quick kiss to Lance's lips. "You sure? I'll take it off if you want me to." 

Lance cranes his head as far as it will go to try to capture JC's lips, but he misses. He licks his lips. "No, we can try it for a while. But Josh, you know I can't stand not being able to look at you."  

"Awwww, Lance, you're so sweet." This time when JC kisses him, it's leisurely, lingering. JC pulls back and looks at Lance for a long moment. He takes a second silk scarf from his pocket, fluttering it over Lance's face, neck, arms and chest. He moves randomly, so Lance cannot tell where it will next land, although it's clear from the motion of his head that he's trying to guess.  

Lance jerks in reaction to the sensation of the silk against his skin. It tickles and excites him at the same time. It's so...gentle. "JC, where did you get these things?" He lifts his head, but realizes it's a futile move since he can't see a thing through the blindfold. He shifts his legs, feeling restless.  

"Mmm. Feeling overdressed?"  JC slips to the foot of the bed to remove Lance's socks and shoes, then his jeans and underwear. He quickly does the same for himself knowing that Lance is going to feel at more of a disadvantage if he remains clothed while Lance is naked AND cuffed AND blindfolded. He wraps himself around his boy, let him feel skin pressed to skin. 

"Ohhh, JC, that's much better." Lance moves to throw his arms around his lover, but at the clank of the chain securing him to the headboard, he remembers he's unable to. He growls in frustration and smiles. "You're loving this, aren't you? I can hear your smile." 

"Every minute." JC kisses the underside of Lance's chin, which makes Lance throw his head back. Then JC just HAS to kiss his neck, those long, stretched tendons. He starts floating his hands over Lance's body, much as he had done with the scarf, touching lightly, randomly. JC can feel Lance struggling with the cuffs. 

Lance flinches with every touch, wanting more, wanting to know what's going to happen next, but loving the NOT knowing. It's as though Lance is discovering new pleasures each time he feels JC's fingers on his skin. "Oh my gosh, JC, this is killing me." 

"Do you want me to stop?" JC whispers, directly into Lance's ear. 

Lance stops struggling. He swallows. "No," he says quietly. 

"I love you." The whisper is husky, and hot in Lance's ear. JC cups Lance's face in both his hands, his thumbs caressing the cheeks just below the edge of the blindfold. He bends to meet Lance's lips, his mouth open and avid. 

Lance meets JC's tongue with his own, and he tastes the hot sweetness that is JC; tender and loving one minute, sexy and passionate the next. Since he's bound and unable to move under JC's weight, his tongue is the only thing he can control, so he probes JC's mouth with all the heat he's feeling. 

JC lets the kiss continue until they're both breathless. He pulls away from Lance, and gets up from the bed. He returns to his duffle and digs in an inner pocket. When he returns, he's carrying a small, pretty bottle. He uncorks it, and pours a few drops of the sweet scented oil on Lance's chest. 

"What the--." Then the scent rises to Lance's nostrils and he  smiles. "I guess _I_ wasn't the only one who went shopping." 

"Actually, we have Justin to blame for this one, too," JC explains as he begins massaging Lance's chest. "Or thank." 

"HUH? JC, you didn't." 

"Actually, no, I didn't. Justin just handed this to me when you guys got back. He said he'd bought you a present, and it was only fair if he got me one too. He seems to think our sex life needs a boost or something." 

"Gee, I wonder where he got _that_ idea. You realize now that he's going to blab this to everyone." 

"So what if he does? WE know he's wrong." JC puts more of the massage oil on his hands and resumes rubbing. "How does this stuff feel? It's supposed to tingle or something." 

"_Something's_ sure tingling. Gosh, JC, that feels so good." Lance once again shifts his legs, needing to do _something_ under JC's hands.  

JC leans in for another kiss as his oiled hands climb up to massage Lance's shoulders. He can feel the tightness there and realizes it must be a strain for Lance having his arms held up this way. But he doesn't seem to be in pain; he hasn't complained. Still, he reaches to kiss one bicep before he start working his fingers into the stretched muscle.  

Lance strains against the cuffs as JC rubs the tightness from his shoulders. Having JC so close and not be able to touch him is more agonizing than he imagined it would be. But Lance is also amazed at how attentive JC is; he could easily have taken advantage of the situation but he didn't. Any vulnerability Lance initially felt is slowly being dissipated with each kiss, each reassuring touch. As frightening as it is to be blindfolded, Lance does not feel alone.  

JC works his way up Lance's arm, easing the tension in his muscles. When he reaches the cuff, he adds more oil to his hands and works the oil under the cuff to alleviate any friction Lance's struggles might cause. He does the same for the other wrist, then starts to move back down that arm, looking down at Lance's face as he does. He is struck by how beautiful Lance's mouth and chin look when his eyes are covered. Funny how when you see someone every day, you start to miss the details. He drops down to kiss that mouth again, kissing first the upper lip, then the lower, before slipping his tongue between the parted lips. 

The oil JC rubs on Lance's wrists helps him relax. Lance greets JC's tongue eagerly with his own, loving the sensation of just FEELING that warmth. How many times has he kissed JC, and yet he's so AWARE of it now. And it turns him on more than he ever thought it would. There's still a part of him that feels this whole thing is wrong, too kinky, but he pushes that thought from his mind as best he can; he wants to savor every minute of this. 

JC pulls out of the kiss to resume his massage. His hands knead Lance's stomach, careful not to tickle. He's always hated it when the guys pin Lance down and tickle him just because they can and because they know how ticklish he is. He's never stepped in, because he knows Lance wouldn't want him to, but he's never liked it. He lets his hands stray lower,  just brushing the hair surrounding Lance's hardness. 

At first, Lance flinches and draws his knees up when he feels JC's hand on his stomach, but he soon relaxes when he realizes JC is using extra care not to tickle him. Still, he smiles; the heat from JC's hands penetrates his skin and sends a delicious shiver up his spine, and as JC's hand travels further south, a quiet cry escapes his lips. 

JC grins. He loves that he can do this to Lance, loves that Lance cries out for him. He puts some more oil in his palm and wraps his hand around Lance's erection, spreading the the oil, then hesitates, remembering the "tingling" properties. "Is this okay, baby? It doesn't hurt you, does it?" 

"Gosh, no, JC--it feels so...I dunno. It feels great." He squirms as JC rubs the oil up and down his hard shaft. This makes JC smile, too. Only his Lance could be chained to a bed, blindfolded, and  having exotic flavored massage oil rubbed into his penis, and still  say "gosh." His smile softens. HIS Lance. He's sure he's gonna be like 73 and grey and bent and still get a thrill out of that thought. He looks up. "I love you, Lance." 

Now more than ever Lance wishes he could take off the blindfold. He desperately wants to look into JC's beautiful blue eyes when he raises his head and says, "I love you too. I love you so much it hurts." 

"Then I'll just have to kiss it and make it better." His hand keeping its steady rhythm on Lance's erection, JC pulls himself up to capture Lance's mouth. His other hands slips behind Lance's head, ostensibly to pull him into the kiss but actually to remove the scarf. So gently does this happen that Lance is not aware of it until he feels JC's kiss on his eyelids. 

"Ohhh, Josh," Lance sighs, relieved to be free of the blindfold. Now he can see that handsome face, and he takes a moment to study his eyes, his lips, his toned body, as if for the first time. "Thank you." 

JC gazes back, wondering how he could have left those eyes covered for so long. He snakes his arm around Lance's waist, crushing the boy to him, grinding their bodies together. 

Unable to throw his arms around his lover, Lance does the only thing he can do; he rubs his erection against JC's quickly hardening member, and this contact forces Lance to bite his lip. 

JC wants to prolong this as long as possible, but he's not going to be able to if Lance keeps doing that. So he does what he's been longing to do: He slips down between Lance's legs and dips his head to Lance's crotch. And almost loses it right there. The combination of the vanilla scented oil, warmed now by Lance's body heat, and Lance's own clean, musky scent is more arousing than anything he could have imagined. And when he reaches out with his tongue to stroke the shaft from base to tip, the taste is amazing as well. 

Lance gasps when JC wraps his tongue around his now painfully hard erection. He nearly comes the second JC's tongue makes contact, but he forces himself to control it. He can't believe how amazing this experience is, but at the same time it's agonizing. He pulls at the restraints, knowing full well they won't give, but needing to do something with his hands nonetheless. "Oh...my...gosh, JC."

JC feels himself getting harder just from hearing the sound of arousal in his lover's voice. He leans forward, taking just the tip of Lance's hardness in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His hand wraps again around the shaft and strokes in counterpoint to the swirling caresses of his lips and tongue. 

It's all he can do to keep still. Lance pulls and pulls at the cuffs, needing so badly to touch the man who is driving him over the edge but at the same time secretly loving the fact that he can't. It's  the most delicious torture. He moans JC's name over and over. "Josh, I can't...I'm going to...I want you so badly. Please, Josh." 

JC raises his head. "Whatever you want, baby." He reaches for the oil once again, spreading some on his own hardness and then using his oiled fingers to prepare Lance's opening. Too excited to wait any longer, JC presses gently into Lance, staring into his eyes, watching them for any sign of discomfort. 

Lance clenches his teeth as JC penetrates, that first thrust sending a wave of pleasure through him like no other. His erection rubs against JC's flat stomach, and this sends another intense wave through Lance, causing him to cry out. Sweat pours from his brow and beads his chest; he meets every thrust, encouraging JC to go deeper. 

Lance's eagerness inflames JC, encouraging him to more powerful thrusts, tempered by the need not to hurt his lover. But Lance is so hot, so tight that JC can barely think. JC lets his head fall to Lance's shoulder, murmuring endearments into Lance's neck, as he reaches down between their conjoined bodies to stroke Lance's erection. 

The muscles in Lance's arms are pulled tight as they strain against the cuffs. He desperately needs to hold JC. Between JC thrusting inside him and his hand on Lance's erection, Lance has never felt such intense pleasure. Sex is always great with JC, but this experience has brought it to a new level. "Oh gosh, JC, oh my gosh, I love you, I love you, I love...," and with a final cry Lance's orgasm rips through him and into JC's hand. 

JC reaches above Lance to release the catch on the handcuffs as he continues to thrust. Lance's words, and the tightening of his muscles as a result of his orgasm combine to bring JC to his climax as well. He never knew he could feel anything as intensely, both physically and emotionally, as he does with Lance, and he can only repeat Lance's name again and again as he comes. 

Finally free of the restraints, Lance's arms fly around his lover and he clutches him tight, forcing him in as far as he will go before he feels JC shudder and his orgasm is released inside Lance. Lance kisses JC's face, tasting the salty sweat, nibbling on his lower lip and finally pressing his lips against his lover's and plunging his tongue inside. He never wants to let go. 

JC, when  he can form coherent thought, is incredibly glad they tried this little experiment, because he's never felt such passion from Lance. Love yes, eagerness--but not this. JC crushes Lance to him even as Lance clutches at him, and he's never felt closer to another human being. 

His breathing is starting to return to normal, so Lance is finally able to utter coherent words. He cradles JC's head against his shoulder and says softly in JC's ear, "That was...incredible. YOU'RE incredible. Thanks for...letting me try out my fantasy." He places quick, soft kisses all over JC's cheek as he hugs him tightly. JC's eyebrows shoot up. 

"I thought you didn't know why Justin bought you those cuffs. I thought you were just gonna throw them away," he says, with a teasing caress in his voice. 

If Lance wasn't already flushed with post-coital afterglow, he is now. "Um, I...I didn't plan this, you know that, Josh." 

"Uh huh. And when I made that heartfelt speech about you never telling me your fantasies?" 

"I swear I didn't plan this. But you know, J, now that you mention it: You never told me YOURS." 

JC pulls out and flops over on his back. "We DID mine, Lance. Remember the night we were staying in that place with the roof garden? And I set up the speakers in the windows so we could dance under the full moon? And we made love under the stars and that huge, huge moon? THAT was my fantasy." JC sighs. "That was the first time you told me you loved me." 

Lance furrows his brow in concentration. "Was not. I told you I loved you the first time we made love. I'm sure of it. And that doesn't count because you never _told_ me your fantasy. Boy, my fantasy seems so...dirty in comparison." 

"No, baby. There's no dirty. Not between us. Besides, I can't say I've never thought about...doing what we just did." 

"You have?" A wicked smile forms on Lance's lips. "When?" 

"Every time I see you in that harness and strings." 

"JC!" Lance's eyes grow wide. "You realize I'll never be able to go up there again knowing that." 

"Sure you will. You never thought you'd let anyone chain you to a bed, but you did it." 

Lance ponders that. "It's funny how you get me to do stuff I never thought I'd do." He turns on his side and props himself up on his elbow. "That's one of the things I love about you."  

JC brushes a hand through Lance's hair. "I love you, too, but WHO's getting WHO to do things? Who showed up with the handcuffs? You're just a little wilder than you want everyone to think you are." JC turns serious. "I'm really, really happy you trusted me enough to try this. Because I'm not always sure you do."  

"JC, I trust you more than I trust any of the guys. What makes you think I don't?" Lance is genuinely concerned. 

"It just feels like sometimes you're holding back, you know. Like you're afraid of what you're feeling. Or like you're not sure I'm really serious about us. Not today, though. Today I could feel you open up to me, and it was amazing." 

Lance places a palm on JC's chest. "I'm sorry if I make you feel that way, J. I don't know why I do that. I mean, I love you. But this whole thing, it's...kind of scary sometimes. I've never been so serious with anyone before, and you know, with us being on the road all the time, it's hard to get really close to anyone. But I _want_ to be close to you, Josh, I really do." 

JC leans forward to kiss Lance lightly. "Good. Cause I'm not going anywhere. Especially if you decide to get creative with those handcuffs." 

"Believe me, Josh, I am NOT getting rid of these."  

"So are we writing Justin a thank you note?"  

"Let's make him our personal shopper." 

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