Shopping with Lance
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Inspired by the pics of Lance and JC grocery shopping while they were in New York for the VMAs. Oh, yeah, and Justin was there, too.
"Damn! Justin just HAD to come along. And he got the last can of Reddi-Whip!"
"Yo, bro' what's your problem? You didn't have to come, you know. Lance and I could have handled this ourselves."
"You always get the wrong stuff. Last time you guys went shopping you came back with NOTHIN'!"
"That is so not true, JC. I brought back Cap'n Crunch. Besides, it's not like you ever eat anything anyway."
"Right. Six BOXES of Cap'n Crunch."
"I LIKE my cereal."
"Guys, this isn't helping. JC, what do you want me to get for you? Just tell me."
"Cookies."
"Cookies? Could you be more specific? Oreos? Chips Ahoy? 'Nilla Wafers?"
"Let's go look."
"What about Cereal Boy?"
"He's so busy looking for the fullest box of Cap'n Crunk he'll never notice we're gone."
"Okay. C'mon, quick! Now, here we have a very nice selection of cookies. Tell me what you want."
"Milanos."
"Ohhh, the fancy kind. For you, anything. You know, I like Milanos too. They have that creamy, chocolatey center. I love the way it tastes on my tongue. So rich. So delicious."
"Um, I think we need some chocolate syrup. For later. For your tongue."
"Now you're talking. How about some whipped cream? To go with the cookies. And _your_ tongue."
<pout> "Justin grabbed the last can. All they have left is low fat Cool-Whip."
"Hmmmmm, a problem, but not an unsolvable problem. When he's not looking, I'll just switch 'em. After all, I'm sure Britney would rather have the low-fat stuff."
"Ooh. I love it when you get devious."
"Only when it comes to snacks."
"Snacks are the most important meal of the day."
"I'm feeling really hungry right now."
"I'm famished, myself."
"I could sure use a nibble." Lance brushes his lips against JC's ear and nips lightly.
"Mmmm. I could use a twelve course meal."
"Would you settle for an appetizer now?" Lance pushes JC gently against the shelves of cookies and places a warm hand on his lover's crotch.
"It's a start. But it's in the nature of appetizers to make you hungry for more . . . "
Lance peers around, and cautiously slips his hand inside JC's pants. "How much more?"
"This much more." JC thrusts against Lance's hand.
Lance braces himself with one hand on the shelves and begins to rub JC's prominent erection with the other. "You must be starving," he murmurs, brushing his lips lightly against JC's.
"Ravenous." JC captures those teasing lips with his own.
Lance slips his hand out of JC's pants long enough to pop open the button, giving him more room to work with. He slides his hand back inside JC's shorts, and wraps it around the length of JC's hot erection. "I'll just have to feed you then," he murmurs, covering JC's mouth with his own and slipping his tongue inside.
JC can't hold back the moan that escapes his throat, but it's muffled in Lance's hot mouth. He grips the shelf with both hands for balance, and gives himself up completely to Lance's mouth and hands.
At JC's impassioned response, Lance thrusts his tongue further into JC's mouth, exploring every moist inch. His hand begins to slide up and down JC's long shaft, slowly at first, then increasing in tempo. He snakes his other arm around JC's waist for support as his mouth moves to the side of JC's face and he kisses his way down to JC's long neck.
JC bites his lips to keep from moaning again, since he's no longer muffled by his lover's mouth. Part of him can't believe they're doing this here. All of him doesn't care.
Applying more pressure, Lance tightens his grip on JC's hard member. He sucks gently on space where JC's neck and shoulder meet, knowing his friend is close to release.
JC buries his face in Lance's hair, panting. His grip on the shelf is so tight that he'll have ridges in his hands for most of the afternoon. He hisses Lance's name as he comes into his hand, bucking hard against the shelves and probably causing the senseless, tragic crushing of at least a dozen Genevas.
Lance holds JC steady as the hot fluid coats his hand. He smiles into JC's shoulder as packages of Hydrox tumble to the floor in a crinkling heap. When JC's convulsions subside, Lance eases his hand out from JC's pants, wiping it on his own jeans, and quickly zips up his friend's pants. "Still hungry?"
JC grins, buttoning his loose shirt over his damp t-shirt. "Satisfied, for now. But I think I better get you back to the hotel for some . . . nourishment."
"I don't think I've gone this long without . . . food." He's about to kiss JC again when Justin's voice shatters the moment. "You guys ready to . . . what the hell happened here?"
"Oh, um, you know me, always knocking things over."
"Yeah, right. Did you find what you needed?"
Lance looks at JC and smiles. "Yeah, I did. Did you, JC?"
"Yeah, I've got everything I want."
"Well, let's book then," Justin prods.
JC and Lance stoop to pick up the fallen cookies, and a young store clerk passes by. "Great," he mutters under his breath. "What is it with this cookie aisle?"