Okay, another long how-we-came-to-write-this-story story.
The first story in this series started in typical Karen and LB fashion. We were talking about the "You've got to take your spankings when you get them" "Whoa, JC. Whoa" interview. As anyone who's seen this knows, all the guys looked exhausted, and Lance was especially out of it. The boy really looked like he was going to fall asleep sitting up--there were sections when all you could see way the top of his head. Hence the first story.
Now, this story was like all the stories we had written before it--we had never intended to post them anywhere--we were just writing for fun. And they arose spontaneously out of conversation.
Then we were in San Diego for the last two shows of the No Strings Attached tour, having an in person conversation, rather than an email one, and the idea of this series was born. And the idea that we would actually post them when they were all done, with a twist that we thought would make it fun.
SO, this is a series of stories, all taking place in the same universe. They are connected by a thematic thread, which is woven into each story. When they were originally posted, we posted them with numbers instead of titles, just for fun, to see if anyone would figure out the connection. And someone did.
There are eight stories in all.
With a couple of exceptions, the order of the stories doesn't matter. We put them in the order we thought would be most entertaining. (And the "guess the theme" thing influenced our choices, too.) Number 7 is the last chronologically, and number 8 is the first.
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, this didn't happen.
Snow White: Sleepy
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Their publicist must have been DYING.
"LANCE!!! Wake up!"
"Pssst. Chris. Kick him."
"OW! What the . . . oh, camera. Interview. Oh my goodness."
"Yeah, Lance. And you were SNORING!"
"I don't snore! But man, I'm so tired."
"You can sleep later. Now smile at the nice interviewer."
"My face hurts. I don't wanna smile anymore. I want sleep."
"LATER, dude."
"Not later. Now. Must sleep. Now. Can't . . . keep . . . head . . . up . . . "
"Oh, my goodness, he's turning into JC."
"Sleep. JC. Wait, what am I saying?"
"I don't know, dude, but you're starting to scare me."
"Wha--why? Tired, so tired, JC need to go back to room . . . "
"Hey guys! Lance thinks I'm JC. Or he's JC. Or something."
"Where's JC? JC? Need JC. JC go back to room."
"Hey, JC. Come deal with him. He's hopeless."
"Mmmm, where we going? Sleep?"
"Yeah, Lance. Sleep."
"Mmmm, that's a good thing, sleep. You put me to bed?"
"Yeah, I'll put you to bed. C'mon, sleepy boy."
"Mmm, I can't walk."
"Yeah, you can. I'll hold you up. You move your legs."
"Legs. I can do that. Where are we, anyway?"
"We're leaving the studio, and we're heading to the hotel. Jet lag much, Lance?”
"We flew? Oh, yeah, the plane. I don't even remember what day it is. Mmmm, hotel, bed . . . "
"Yeah, Lance, bed. Are you okay, dude? You're not usually THIS tired; you don't usually fall asleep in the middle of interviews."
"I dunno, I'm just so sleepy. When was the last time we slept? All I remember is the bus, and then a plane and then another bus and here we are, but I don't even know where here is."
"Ah, neither do I, but maybe we'll figure it out after we've slept. C'mon, get on the bus. Three steps up, Lance."
"Steps? I can't lift my legs, J."
"Sure you can. I'll help you. One, two, three. See? You did it."
"That wasn't so bad. Now sleep?"
"Now we ride to the hotel, then a little more walking, THEN sleep."
"No more walking, J. Need sleep. How far is the hotel? Mmmm, your shoulder feels nice."
"The hotel's about ten minutes away. DO NOT fall asleep on me. I'm not carrying you, do you hear me?"
"No, won't fall asleep. Won't . . . sleep. Mmmm, soft shoulder. Like a pillow. Are we there yet?"
"Soon. You're not falling asleep, are you?"
"Sleep? No. Not yet. Are we there yet? Mmmm, you smell good, JC."
"You ARE out of it, Lance."
"I just want to stop moving so much. We've been moving so much. Plane, bus, bus, limo, plane, bus. Need to just sleep."
"Soon. We're almost at the hotel. And you can sleep all day if you want."
"Really? No interviews? No pictures? No appearances?"
"Not today. We'll have them hold your calls, and we'll put a do not disturb sign on your door."
"Mmmmm, no disturb. No calls. Not even mom? Mom will worry."
"You can call her later."
" 'Kay. JC . . . are we there yet? 'Cause I think I'll just lie down for a little bit right here . . . "
"No you couldn't. We're almost there and I remind you: I am NOT carrying you."
"And you call yourself my friend. Is that it over there? It sure looks big. Too much walking. Can't walk."
"Sure you can. You've already proved it. I'll help. Remember this part? I'll hold you up, you move your legs."
"'kay, JC. I can do this. I can do this. But dude, it looks so far. Can't we just rest for a while?"
"Lance, it's 12 feet. We'll rest inside. You can nap during the entire elevator ride. Okay, getting off the bus. Three steps DOWN, okay?"
"It looks so high, JC. Don't let go, okay? One. Two. Three. Ground, ground is good."
"See? I told you I'd take care of you."
"You're too good to me, J. Will you take me upstairs? 'Cause I don't think I'm gonna make it."
"Yeah, you are. Elevator, remember?"
"Take me to your elevator. <snerk>"
"Cute, Lance, Cute."
"J, I think I'll just lean up against this wall. Wake me up when we get to the room."
"Oh, but don't you want to push the button, Lance? You always want to push the button."
"Yeah--I wanna push the button. Where's the button? Is this it? Or is this it? Or maybe it's this one? <giggle>"
"Cut it OUT Lance. Do you really wanna stop on every floor?"
"I'm sorry <sheepish grin>. I just want my floor. My bed."
"Well it's gonna take a little longer than normal to get there. And I am NOT carrying you."
"I need bed. NOW. Can't wait. Must sleep now. Mmmm, you're so warm, J."
"A couple more minutes, Lance. Then you can sleep."
"Is this our floor, J? Because I gotta get outta this elevator. It's moving too much."
"It WOULD be our floor if you hadn't pushed all the buttons, dude. Here. You can hold on to me."
"Maybe I'll just sleep here, J. 'Kay?"
"Nope. The elevator will just keep moving, and you HATE that. Come on; this is our floor."
"Finally. Is this my room? Where's my room, J, because this is one very long hallway."
"Come on, this way. It's not far. Where's your key?"
"I dunno. Pocket, I think."
"Which pocket, Lance?"
"Not sure. Back, I think? Maybe front."
"Lance, I am NOT going thorough your pockets. No WAY." <sigh> "Fine. Come here."
"<giggle> That tickles J. Are you flirting with me? <giggle>"
"I am looking for your key, Lance. Which isn't in ANY of your pockets. Unless . . . " <locates key in Lance's jacket pocket>
"You owe me, dude."
"I'll pay you back. <snicker> Is there a bed in there, J? 'Cause there better be a bed in there."
"Most hotel rooms do have beds, Lance. It's kind of traditional."
"Really? You're so smart, J. Is that what I think it is? It's so far away."
"Not so far. And I'm not carrying . . . Oh, what the heck." He lifts Lance into his arms and carries him to the bed.
"Mmmm, are you carrying me across the threshold?"
"You crossed the threshold under your own power, dude."
"I've got the power. Don't tell my mom. <giggle> Oh, J, is this the bed? Ohhh, it feels so good."
"I'll bet, sleepyhead."
"J, will you stay for a while?"
"If you want me to. Let me get these shoes off you."
"Thanks, J. Mmmm, that feels better. Just the shoes?"
"You are so demanding. I'll get the socks, too."
"My socks are tight. I can't feel my feet anymore. And I'm not liking this sweater anymore, J."
"Your feet are still there, Lance. And the socks are gone. But what's wrong with your sweater?"
"It's on."
"Have I ever told you how weird you are, Lance? Turn toward me; I can't reach."
"I'm not weird. I'm normal! Sort of." He rolls over on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Lance. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
He rolls back over, grinning. "I know."
"Lance, you seem pretty AWAKE to me now, all of a sudden."
"I am, aren't I? Suddenly, I'm not so sleepy."
"Were you ever, Lance?"
"Yeah, I was. I really was. That interview wore me out. It was so long. But that was before you took me home."
"So you weren't playing tricks on me? To get me here to take your clothes off?"
"No, J, why would I do that?" <sneaky smile>
"Maybe so I'd do this?" He leans forward and kisses Lance.
Lance's eyes open wide. Better than he expected. "Mmmm, why'd you do that, J? I thought you wanted to leave."
"I don't remember saying that."
"But you want to, don't you? You didn't even want to bring me here."
"I don't remember saying that, either."
"It's not what you said. I could see it in your face."
"I think you're looking for stuff that isn't there." He kisses Lance again. Then pulls back enough to look down into his face. "What do you see in my face now?"
Lance shrugs and looks up at JC with sleepy eyes. "I don't know. But I like what you just did."
"Me, too."
"So do it again."
JC stretches out on the bed next to Lance. "No, your turn."
Lance struggles to pull himself up, fighting the achiness in his muscles from all the travel and lack of sleep. Leaning on one elbow, he places his other hand on JC's chest and slower brings his lips to the prone figure next to him. "How's that?"
"More."
A sly smile spreads across Lance's mouth. "For someone who didn't want to be here, you sure are demanding." He moves in for another kiss, this time letting his lips linger.
"Mmmmm, Lance. Trust me, I want to be here. But I've been remiss. You told me you wanted that sweater off, and it's still on. Will you ever forgive me?"
Lance rolls over onto his back and puts his hands behind his head.
"Gee, JC, I don't know. I've been laying here in this sweaty sweater. You're gonna have to really make it up to me."
"I'm so horrible. Making you suffer like that . . . "
JC hooks his hands under the hem of the sweater and pulls it and the t-shirt beneath it off. "Is that better?" He runs his tongue down the middle of Lance's chest. "Is that?"
Lance's back arches at the unexpected contact. "Wow. Yes. Much better." He places his hands on both sides of JC's face and pulls him closer. "Suddenly I don't feel so sleepy."
"Yeah? So what do you want to do?"
"Well, we could watch TV. Or talk. Or . . . do this." He presses his lips to JC's feeling the soft lips part and sliding his tongue inside the warm mouth.
JC pulls back slightly. "I vote for this" he murmurs, moving back into the kiss.
Lance slides his hands up JC's chest, around his neck down his shoulders, feeling the tight, toned muscles. "I second that," he breathes, when they finally take a break.
"And you're sure you don't want to sleep some more? You were pretty tired."
"I was."
"And you will be."
Lance raises his eyebrows. He swallows in anticipation and narrows his eyes. "How tired?"
"Very, very tired. You really will need that Do Not Disturb sign."
"Maybe we should take care of that now." Lance springs off the bed and sprints to the door, where he fumbles with the Do Not Disturb sign. When the door is shut once again, he takes three quick steps and leaps onto to the bed, causing both the mattress and JC to bounce several inches.
JC grins, "Are you gonna have your calls held, too?"
Without hesitating, Lance reaches across JC and grabs the phone. He is forced to lean over JC's stretched out body and feels the heat through his shirt. "Hi, this is room 1412. Can you please hold all my calls? Yeah, I'll let you know. Thanks. Bye." He quickly hangs up, then, taking advantage of his position, shifts his body so that he is laying on top of his friend, legs on either side. He slips his arms underneath JC's and lowers himself for another kiss.
JC presses a hand to Lance's chest. "One more thing . . . " JC reaches between their pressed bodies and extracts Lance's cell phone. He switches it off and tosses it on the bedside table. He grins, "alone at last." And pulls Lance in for that kiss.
JC's hand in Lance's pants pocket sends a wave of desire shooting through him. "Are you sure about that? Are you ABsolutely sure? You don't want to search me for any hidden devices? Cameras? Tape recorders?"
"I've already been through your pockets, Lance. Of course, I could strip search you if you think that's necessary."
Lance's eyes grow wide. "I don't know. I just think you ought to be thorough. Of course, I don't see you removing any electronic devices." He begins to poke JC.
"I'm not Gadget Boy like SOME people I know. But if you feel the need to search me, I won't stop you."
"Gadget Boy? Gadget Boy? I have a cell phone! But now that you mention it, I think I will search you. I think I'll start here." He begins to unbutton JC's shirt. Slowly, carefully, using all of his concentration.
"Find anything?"
"Oh yes," he growls. "Something VERY interesting." He has the shirt open now and begins to place a trail of kisses on the exposed skin.
"Oh, I think you'll have to look harder than that."
"Harder? Like this hard?" He places a hand on the bulge in JC's jeans.
JC bites his lip. "Careful. That's the only gadget I've got."
"Does it come with batteries?" Lance smiles as he pulls JC up so he can remove his shirt.
"It doesn't need any."
"Oh? I'll be the judge of that." Lance runs his hands along JC's smooth skin and down the length of his pants to his shoes, which he promptly removes, along with his socks. "Hmmm, nothing down there." He returns to the waistband of JC's pants, and he toys with the button. "But I KNOW there's something in here I need to inspect."
JC licks his lips. "You're very thorough."
"Well, you know me. I like to cover all the bases. Make sure all the details are attended to." He finally unfastens the button and pulls down the zipper. Reaching a hand inside, he rubs his palm up and down the fabric of JC's shorts.
JC moans his pleasure. And decides that he's been passive and let Lance play his little search game long enough, In fact--enough games of any kind. JC pulls Lance down into a kiss, and lets his hands roam over Lance's bare chest. One hand pauses to tease a taut nipple, the other dips lower to rub at Lance's leather clad groin.
Lance moans at the sudden aggressive move, then relaxes into the kiss. As JC's hands touch his nipple, Lance licks JC's lips and then parts them with his own, plunging his tongue inside. He raises his hips to allow JC's hand better access to his crotch, but his pants soon become uncomfortably tight.
The kiss is incredibly hot, and JC savors it for a moment. His fingers fumble at Lance's button and zipper, his concentration completely scrambled by the sensation of Lance's hand on his own hardness. Lance squirms, making it a challenge for JC to work the zipper. He smiles into the kiss. "Brat. Maybe I should have made you take that nap."
"Hey, I'm not a baby. I don't need a nap."
"Fine, then hold still and let me undress you."
"Is that an order?"
"I don't know. Should it be?"
"My mama always told me to obey my elders."
"In that case, hold still and let me undress you. NOW."
"Yes sir." Lance props himself up on his arms to give JC better access to his pants.
"That's better." JC runs his hands over the leather pants before returning his attention to the zipper. He slips it down, then crawls to the foot of the bed to pull the pants off. Then he eases his way back up the bed to claim Lance's lips as his hand cups the erection inside the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.
Lance moans at the sensation of JC's hand on his erection. He begins to thrust into the hand, grunting softly as he does so. "Oh, J," he murmurs.
As his hand continues to massage Lance's erection, JC lowers his mouth to Lance's chest and licks his way over to one nipple.
Lance tries his best to steady himself, but it becomes more and more difficult with every stroke of JC's hand. He gasps when he feels the wet tongue on his chest.
JC lets his tongue slide down Lance's chest to his stomach, dipping into his navel. When he reaches the waistband of Lance's shorts, he uses both hands to slide them downward. Lance moans again at the sudden freedom from his clothing. He rolls over onto his back and lets JC slide the shorts over his legs and off his feet.
With one hand he pinches one of JC's nipples between his thumb and index finger.
JC crawls back up the bed until his face is level with Lance's erection. He lets his mouth get closer and closer without touching, till he knows Lance has to be able to feel his hot breath on the sensitive skin. With only the very tip of his tongue he licks a hot line from the base to the tip of Lance's hardness.
"Oh my gosh, JC!" Lance cries out, when he feels JC's mouth so close to his throbbing erection and feels the warm, wet tongue run its length. He grabs a handful of JC's hair to give his hand something to do.
Pleased with Lance's reaction, JC lowers his head again, this time taking the tip of Lance's penis into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. With one hand, he cups Lance's balls gently. Lance arches his back and tries to suppress a scream. This is driving him crazy. He wants JC to just take him then and there. But JC is taking things slowly, drawing it out. Any lethargy he was experiencing is long gone now. His breathing becomes ragged as he pants, "JC . . . J. . . . oh gosh . . . "
"Gee, Lance, you sound like you’re getting awfully excited. You want me to stop?"
"Gosh, no, JC! Don't you dare stop!"
"Well, if you're sure. I don't want to get you all worn out or anything."
Lance's cock is so hard it feels like it's going to explode. "Wait. Stop." He pulls JC up and kisses him. He can taste his own saltiness and saliva and JC all at once. He reaches for JC's pants, which are still on, and lowers them. He breaks the kiss long enough to slide the pants off and toss them on the floor. He slides a hand inside JC's boxer shorts and wraps his hand around his hard member. "Let's see how you like it," he growls.
"Mmmm. I think I like it very much."
"Oh yeah?" He pushes JC onto his back and straddles him. He pulls JC's cock so the tip just clears the waistband of his boxers. With one finger, he draws lazy circles around the tip. Then he leans down, and with his tongue, does the same to one nipple. JC grins. "Is that the best you can do?"
Lance glares up at his critic. He takes the nipple between his teeth and nips it, not quite gently. He reaches into the shorts and gives the erection a firm squeeze.
"Yeah, yeah, squeeze, yeah yeah."
Lance coughs in surprise and lowers his hand to cup JC's balls, which he also squeezes.
"Tease."
"Oh, you think I'm teasing?" He squeezes just a little harder.
"Not only are you teasing, but you talk too much," JC mutters, pulling Lance into a kiss.
"But I--" before he can finish, JC's tongue is inside his mouth. He slides his hand up JC's shaft and begins to rub it.
The kiss is soft, gentle, in spite of the invading tongue. JC breaks it to gaze down at the younger boy. A look passes between them, complex and passionate and JC knows that the time for teasing, for banter has ended. When he kisses Lance again, it's hard and voracious. Not violent, not hurtful, but strong and vital. His stubbled face scratches Lance's softer, smoother skin, and his hands on Lance's body grip hard enough to leave red marks on the pale skin.
JC feels Lance's hand move faster and harder on his erection and presses Lance harder into the bed. Because their chests are pressed so tightly together JC can feel Lance's moan vibrate in his chest and abdomen long before he can actually hear it.
JC's shift from passive, laid-back, older brother to aggressive lover turns Lance on more than he could have imagined. JC's grip on his shoulder is hard and heavy, but this makes Lance pump his erection even faster. The confines of being trapped beneath JC, his chest pressed tightly against Lance's and his hot, sweet breath on his neck make Lance's own erection almost painful. He takes JC's ear between his teeth and nibbles gently, then licks the spot his teeth had just occupied. He runs his tongue down JC's chin to his neck, which he kisses and tongues. He can feel JC moving on top of him to the rhythm of his stroking hand, and he moans in time with his own movements.
"Lance," JC growls, his voice almost unrecognizable. "You got any lube? Or is it in my room?"
Lance swallows and smiles. "You know me, always prepared." He pushes JC off, gives him a quick kiss, then hops off the bed and rummages in his duffle bag. He produces a tube. "Good thing they didn't search us in customs," he says with a glint in his eye. He steps to the edge of the bed, his supplies in one hand, and crawls his way back to JC.
"I knew there was a reason you were my favorite teen idol," JC grins. He pulls Lance roughly to him for another powerful, probing kiss. His hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of Lance's body, finally grasping Lance's erection, the grip just short of being too hard as he strokes unrelentingly. JC keeps going until Lance is struggling for breath, till he knows Lance is THIS close to coming, then he reaches for the tube, warmed by the heat of the younger boy's grasp. He quickly coats his fingers with the stuff, then drops his hand between Lance's legs. He feels Lance brace himself against being roughly penetrated, but JC chooses this moment to be gentle. He allows his fingers to rub against Lance's entrance, not pressing in at all till he feels Lance begin to relax, and even then inserting only one finger. His mouth is another story, however, and he continues kiss Lance almost bruisingly, to which Lance responds with equally harsh, hungry kisses. JC feels himself getting even harder, and pushes another finger into Lance, thrusting rhythmically till he hears the younger boy whispering "Please, JC, please."
He's never experienced sex like this before. Not this intensity, this . . . passionate. JC takes him by surprise with the rough way he handles him, but Lance enjoys every minute of it. Usually, Lance is expected to be in control, to always know what's going on and to be responsible for handling professional matters. Here, he's allowed to be the recipient, to lie back and let someone else take charge. Someone . . . no, JC. With every kiss Lance feels himself on the brink, and when JC roughly grabs his erection he almost does come in his hand, but then JC stops and Lance can barely catch his breath. He watches as JC reaches for the lubricant, panting, feeling the pain of holding back becoming unbearable, and then JC's finger is inside him and he arches his back, wanting more, but JC is taking his time, adding another finger inside and moving slowly, excruciatingly slowly until Lance is forced to beg. He grips JC's shoulder and shows him the pained expression on his face.
"Please what, Lance? Tell me what you want." JC's fingers never lose their rhythm, moving in and out of Lance with agonizing slowness. He lets his other hand drift over Lance's erection and his mouth is on Lance's neck, nipping and sucking hard, but not hard enough to leave a mark. "Tell me what you want," JC repeats, low.
"You know what I want!" Lance cries through clenched teeth. If JC keeps this up Lance believes he will explode. He grips the wrist between his legs and tries to quicken the pace.
JC is stronger than Lance is, and he easily pins the younger biy's hand. His mouth is pressed right up against Lance's ear, and he knows Lance can feel as well as hear his whispered "I want to hear you say it."
Lance grunts, half laughing, half crying out, struggling against the grip holding him. "Aaaaaaa!" he finally cries. "I want you! I want you inside me!" he forces his arm to relax in JC's hand, softens his voice, lowers his eyelids and then raises them, his green eyes sparkling when he says, "Please."
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" JC says as he slips his fingers out of Lance and sits up slightly. He brushes Lance's erection again as he reaches for the lube. "Oops, my bad. It IS so hard." Lance relieves JC of the tube, takes some lube in his hands and slicks it onto JC's hardness. JC slides himself up the length of Lance's body. Spreading Lance's legs as wide as possible, he positions himself at Lance's entrance. He captures Lance's mouth roughly with his own again and slowly pushes his stiff organ into Lance, stopping when he feels the younger boy tighten. He waits until he feels Lance relax and presses in a bit further. When Lance flinches this time, he also gasps, and JC breaks their kiss to look down at him. "Okay?" he asks, concerned.
The weariness Lance felt earlier and the sudden rush of adrenalin as he and JC began messing around hit him like a tidal wave, so when he first feels JC penetrate there is a flash of pain. And JC is big. For a skinny guy, he's big. But the pain subsides as quickly as it came; Lance grips JC's shoulders and grunts, "Yes. Ohhh yes. More, J, more." His brow is furrowed in concentration, and he takes a deep breath, anticipating the next thrust.
JC presses in again, watching Lance's face for signs of pain. Seeing none, he keeps easing forward until he's completely buried in Lance's hot tightness. Lance's face is very still, but his eyes are alive, smoldering. He realizes Lance is still holding his breath and he leans forward to whisper "breathe, baby, breathe," before he starts slowly moving within Lance's tight passage.
Lance wasn't even aware he was holding his breath, and when he releases it, it comes out as a deep grunt. "Oh . . . my . . . gosh," he cries, as JC thrusts even further. Lance moves in rhythm with JC's movements, his own erection rubbing against the tight muscles of JC's abs. His hands claw at JC's back, leaving tiny red scratches. He places his sweat-soaked forehead against JC's. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he moans in time with each thrust.
JC's not sure he's ever been inside anyone who felt better. He really has to hold back--his body is screaming to just POUND into Lance, but he doesn't want to hurt him, either. Lance's words barely penetrate his consciousness, but, as he reaches between their straining bodies to grasp Lance's erection, he manages "Sorry? What for?"
Lance laughs then, a soft, cough-sounding laugh. "I think I'm shredding your back." His mouth still turned up in a smile, he kisses JC again, but the kiss soon turns deep and penetrating as Lance feel JC thrust into him again. "Oh my gosh, JC," he growls.
JC laughs. "My back? Didn't feel a thing." Lance laughs a little too, and JC wonders if it's possible to feel closer to a person than to be able to laugh with them while having sex. Then they're both serious again, as Lance starts kissing JC and JC gives in to himself a little and thrusts a bit harder. When Lance moans in response, JC thrusts still harder.
Lance feels himself being pushed into the mattress and he clings to JC for purchase. The combination of JC's hot, hardness inside him and his strong hand wrapped around his own erection cause Lance to writhe. "Harder, J, please," he cries. He can't believe how intense this feels.
Enflamed by Lance's words, JC finally lets go and thrusts into Lance as hard as he can. Being inside of Lance feels like nothing he's ever experienced. His hand is frantic on Lance's erection, urging him toward his release. JC thrusts again and knows he is close to the edge himself.
Lance cries out when he feels JC push harder; he feels as though he will be split in two. He holds on to his lover as though for dear life. The pain of JC's thrusting contrasted with the pleasure of his hand on his erection is more than Lance can bear, and he feels himself about to come.
JC struggles to rein himself in when he hears Lance cry out. As amazing as this feels, he won't do it at the expense of hurting his friend. Slowing his movements down, he concentrates on his hand on Lance's organ. He can sense Lance's is about to come, and when he does, his sigh is enough to send JC over the edge as well, and he falls against Lance, whispering his name over and over
When JC slows his movements Lance realizes this is the moment. Placing his hand on JC's tight butt, he encourages him to increase his thrusts, and the sensation of JC's hand on his cock is enough to send him over. He squeezes JC's muscles and with a strangled cry, and his orgasm rips through him as he releases himself in JC's palm. His vision is clouded as he feels JC's orgasm tear into him, both searing pain and the most extreme pleasure he's ever experienced.
JC feels his breathing and heartbeat begin to slow; he comes back to himself. He tightens his arms around Lance. "Baby? You okay?" For a long moment, Lance can't speak, so intense are the sensations his body is experiencing. He holds onto JC and slurs, "Yes. Oh yes, J, I'm just great. You're . . . amazing, you know that?" He plants a soft kiss on JC's cheek. "I don't think I can move."
JC pulls away, lifting his weigh off Lance, then gathers him back into his arms. He smiles. "You getting sleepy on me again, Lance? It's a good thing you're in your bed. Because I am NOT carrying you."
Lance's eyes are closed and he snuggles against the warm chest. "Mmmmm, J. You're no fun."
"Excuse me? You didn't have ANY fun here?"
"Mmmm, fun, J. Oh yes, fun . . . " A slow smile creeps across his face.