Slimed

by Karen and LB
© 2002

A little bit o' fluff, inspired by the Kids Choice Awards.

"We're TOAST!" JC screams, hiding his face against Lance's shoulder. But there's no escaping the slime. When he looks up again, Lance is covered with the goo, laughing like a little boy. And looking better than anyone had a right to, covered in green glop.

With the cameras off, everyone is still laughing. But none of them had anticipated how badly they would get hit, or how gooey the stuff would feel on their heads. "Wait," Lance says to JC flicking some of the thick goo at him. "They missed a spot."

"Gee, thanks. Here, let me help you with your hair." JC scrubs his hand over Lance's head, rubbing the glop into his hair like shampoo.

"How's it look? I always thought green was a good color for me. But wait, you could use a little color, too." Lance touches the end of JC's nose, leaving a bright green dot.

"This shade of green is only good for leprechauns. Look at Chris."

"Hey, Chris," Lance calls out. "You're magically delicious!"

"Bite me," Chris responds, but he's laughing.

Lance touches his fingers to his tongue. "It's actually not bad, so . . . " He turns toward Chris, but Chris backs away, falling into Justin who falls into Joey, who slips on the slime and pulls the two boys down with him. "Whoa!"

JC smiles at Lance. "They're so much fun to play with."

Lance smiles back. "Yeah, they--whooo!" Before he can finish a hand grabs his ankle and he falls forward, on top of JC.

"Man, I now have slime in places I don't even want to think about."

"I'd like to think about it. In fact, I'd like to see it." Lance tugs at the waistband of JC's pants, then remembers that they still have an audience. "But maybe not in front of the kids."

"Meet you in the showers . . . "

"I think we need to be hosed down."

"That sounds kinky."

"Could be. Depends who's doing the hosing."

"True. I wouldn't want, like, Carson hosing me."

"You don't think he's cute? Cause he digs you."

"Oh, no. He's totally into you. I saw those soulful looks he was giving you during the FreeLance appearances."

"He was not! You're delusional. This slime must have seeped into your brain."

"I know when someone's checking out my man."

"He was so not checking me out. He's too busy fending off screaming teenies."

"Believe what you want, Kermit."

"It's not easy being green."

"I'll just have to un-green you."

"I don't think I remember what color I was. This stuff is really . . . GREEN. Um, how are you gonna . . . "

"How would you like me to?"

"Hose me, baby."

"But I don't have a hose."

"You better think fast. This stuff's starting to dry."

"Well, I AM kind of hungry . . . " JC leans forward and takes a swipe at Lance's cheek with his tongue. "Mmmmm."

"Whoa, JC--not in front of the kids."

"They're all looking at Tom Cruise."

"Hey, you're right. Why's that? They should be looking at you, all slimed over."

"It's our chance to escape. C'mon."

"JC, where are we going--don't we have to let them clean this up?"

"You think anyone's gonna notice us with TOM all slimed? There are showers off the dressing room."

"Okay. We gotta get these clothes back to wardrobe anyway--they're starting to stick to me."

"Then I'll have to take them off you."

"It's gonna take a lot of work."

"I'm a hard worker."

"You're hard, all right."

"You noticed."

"Even slime can't cover that."

"I thought the point was to uncover . . . "

"It is, especially since it's green."

"I love you in green."

"Would you love me out of green?"

"I would love you in or out of any color."

"Would you love me in slime? Would you love me anytime?"

"I would love you in the shower. I would love you at any hour."

"Would you love me without clothes? Would you spray me with a hose?"

"I DO love Green Slime and Lance. I DO."

"Please don't tell me we're trying out for Seussical."

"More like Lancessical."

"Well, right now I'm thinking of a popsicle, because I'd like to lick you all over."

"Be my guest."

"Not here!"

"You're no fun."

"I just don't think these kids are ready for that."

"How else are we gonna get the slime off?"

"I think they're telling us to get out of here anyway. Besides, my clothes are really starting to stick to my skin. You get them off, you can lick all you want."

"ALL I want?"

"Um . . . yeah. Anywhere and everywhere."

"Can we make fresh slime when we get home?"

"JC, handcuffs were one thing--this is getting a little kinky."

"And the problem is?"

"So you don't mind?"

"Nope. Besides, it's never kinky with you. It's playful. And isn't that what slime's all about?"

"Tell that to Rosie."

"No way. I learned my lesson with the decoupage thing . . . "

"That was fun. Admit it."

"It sure was. But we didn't tell Rosie about that, either."

"I think that's best kept to ourselves. As is this."

"What Rosie doesn't know . . . "

"Let's give her something to talk about."

"Such as?"

"Such as peeling our clothes off and getting into the shower. I think the guys are done by now."

"We can do that."

"Like, now, JC, cause if we wait any longer you're gonna have to cut these clothes off me."

"I love when you get all forceful."

"You do? In that case, get moving. NOW."

"Yes, SIR!"

"Okay, now that we're out of sight of the young 'uns, we'd better get these sticky clothes off."

"I thought you'd never ask."

"My mama always told me if I want something I have to ask nicely. Will you PLEASE help me out of these sticky clothes?"

"With pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure."

"So you don't mind touching me with all this sticky green slime all over?"

"I like touching you under all circumstances."

"Good cause things are about to get messy." And with that, Lance pulls JC into his arms and kisses him, smearing JC's face with more of the gloppy green substance.

Lance tastes like vanilla pudding and passion. JC pulls Lance closer, and can feel the slime squishing between them. "I like messy," he grins as they finally come up for air.

"Then you're really gonna love this." As Lance kisses JC again, he brings one slime-covered hand up to JC's face and leaves a green handprint on his cheek. JC fumbles with Lance's sticky shirt, lifting it and leaving green streaks along Lance's rib cage.

"This stuff is like body paint."

"You're speaking from experience?"

"No! Oh my goodness. But now that you mention it, I'd sure like to try it."

"Really? You sure the slime hasn't affected your brain?"

"Maybe. So you're saying you don't want to? I know, it's kind of gross."

JC draws green lines on Lance's face like war paint. "I was only teasing you, babe. I'm up for trying anything you want."

"You are? Anything?" Lance mimics JC's actions by drawing a heart on JC's sculpted cheeks.

"Anything," JC affirms as he draws Lance in for another sweet, slimey kiss.

Lance tastes the sugar of the pudding on JC's lips as he draws JC's shirt up his chest and lifts it over his head. "It would be a shame to waste all this slime."

"I love you when you're all environmentally conscious."

"I was a boy scout. Lie down."

"They can still revoke your merit badges, you know," JC says as he scrambles to comply.

"No way. I earned those fair and square." Lance folds his arms across his chest and gazes down at his lover, stretched out on the floor of the now- deserted dressing room. "You gonna join me or just stand there?"

"I just want to look at you for a few minutes. I've never seen you all . . . slimey."

"You're crazy," JC says as he reaches for Lance's leg, depositing a green border at the hem of his pants.

"Hey!" Lance shouts, lightly kicking at JC's hand. "I have enough of that stuff on me. Okay, you're asking for it." He drops to his knees beside the older boy and leers. "Where should I start?"

"Wherever you want."

"You know, when I was little I used to draw pictures and give them to my mom." Lance dips his finger in a glob of slime at JC's shoulder and runs it down JC's chest. "Sometimes I'd draw a house." He demonstrates by drawing a small square in the middle of JC's very toned chest. "And then I'd add a big sun." And he draws a big circle around one of JC's erect nipples.

"You're very artistic," JC says breathlessly.

"Yeah?" Lance sits back to admire his work. "Hmmm. I don't know. I think it's missing something. How about a nice bird right here?" And he moves to the other nipple and draws a small upside down V, using the tight bud as the centerpoint.

JC lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper. "Who'd have thought that slime would be your medium?"

"It's easy to work with. Smooth. Spreads evenly." Lance's fingers wander lower, over the tight ripples of JC's abs, leaving a wavy mark in their wake. He gently circles JC's navel and then playfully dips inside. "I think you're my medium."

"I think you're making me large."

Lance chuckles, eyeing the prominent bulge in JC's pants. "_I_ did that?"

"Don't you always?"

"Wow, that's cool. I never realized finger painting could be so much fun."

"Now you're just torturing me."

"Aw, I don't want to do that." Lance stretches out next to JC and kisses him softly, sweetly.

JC pulls him closer. "Come here, Slime Boy."

"Look who's talking, Green Machine."

"At least we match."

"Not for long." Lance moves down JC's legs and removes his shoes and socks, then reaches for the zipper of JC's jeans.

JC watches Lance, feeling the oddest combination of arousal and amusement, as the green spattered hand reaches for his green spattered pants.

Lance peels off the jeans, feeling them slide down JC's legs as though they were oiled, noting the green streaks left behind once the pants have been disposed of. JC's erection pushes against the fabric of his shorts, and Lance smiles--he's never seen JC looking so cute and sexy at the same time, with a green childlike painting on his chest and the very obvious bulge in his shorts.

JC raises himself on his elbows and grins. "Are we totally weird or what?"

"Yeah. But normal is boring."

"You could never be boring."

"So you don't mind that I made a huge mess on your body?"

"Come here and I'll show you how much I mind."

Lance doesn't need to be told twice. He eagerly rolls on top of JC, pressing his chest against the slimy design and his lips against the full, sweet lips of his boyfriend.

JC wraps his arms around Lance, moving him against his chest, making as much of a mess as possible with the slime pooled between them. He kisses Lance hungrily, pushing his tongue deep into his boy's mouth, past the vanilla flavor of the pudding to taste Lance's own particular essence.

Lance's hands blend into JC's green hair, allowing the slime to ooze between his fingers, grinding his slime-covered hips into JC's. When he pulls back, he sees JC's green-tinged lips and knows his own must look the same.

JC dips his head to lick at the slime streaking Lance's throat, carefully cleaning the prominent adam's apple.

"Ugh, you shouldn't eat that stuff, JC," Lance manages between giggles.

"I promised to get you clean, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but this stuff'll make you sick. I don't want you to get sick over me."

"It is pretty gross. But you aren't."

"Neither are you," Lance says softly, before slipping his hand inside JC's shorts to caress the only part of JC's body that hasn't come into contact with any slime.

JC nuzzles Lance's neck again, this time concentrating on the slime-free areas, and taking a long time over the spot where he can feel Lance's pulse pounding.

The more JC's lips touch his neck the harder Lance grips JC's heat. He sighs into his lover's ear as his hand wraps around the thick organ and begins to stroke slowly, easily, his slime-slicked hand gliding along the long shaft.

JC moans against Lance's neck. His hands run up and down Lance's smooth back, than lower still to grasp the perfect roundness of Lance's toned ass. Leaving two perfect green handprints.

"It's a good thing these aren't our clothes," Lance gasps. "I'd hate to think of the cleaning bill."

Lance's comment makes JC laugh, and he thinks about how close, how intimate it feels to be able to laugh with someone in these . . . circumstances. "That's my boy. Always thinking business," he whispers into Lance's ear.

"Not always," Lance teases, as he strokes more insistently.

"Always," JC breathes. "You're just really good at multitasking." JC's hips move almost involuntarily, thrusting with Lance's strokes.

"I'm not multitasking right now--I'm thinking only about you." And to prove his point, Lance kisses JC, parting his lips and letting his tongue explore JC's vanilla-flavored mouth.

JC's tongue meets Lance's playfully as he feels Lance's firmly stroking hand bring him closer and closer to orgasm.

Lance devours JC's sweet tongue, while his hand strokes faster and faster, his own heart pounding in his chest. Here they are, lying on the floor covered in green gunk, and Lance is incredibly aroused.

JC can't hold back any longer and explodes into Lance's hand, adding to the gooey mess between them. He never stops kissing Lance even as his body trembles and bucks.

Holding his lover tight, Lance relishes the feeling of JC's release against his body. Despite the unusual mixture of fluids, Lance laughs, delighted at their freedom.

JC can't help laughing, too, as he comes down from his orgasm. "I think we're officially kinky now."

"Blame Rosie."

"Works for me." JC squeezes Lance to him squishily. "Now get off."

"Oh, sorry." Lance rolls off, suddenly embarrassed at their predicament.

JC gets up, then holds his hand out to Lance. When Lance takes it and allows himself to be helped up, JC leads him to the shower. "I did promise to get you clean."

"Will you wash my hair?" Lance points to his not so spikey, caked-over green locks.

"Absolutely," JC says as he turns on the water. "A promise is a promise." JC gives Lance a quick kiss, then kneels to untie his shoes. He quickly strips off Lance's remaining clothing, then pushes him under the shower's spray.

"Hey, wait a second." Lance reaches for JC's shorts and yanks them down. "Wouldn't want to get these wet."

"Yeah. Might wash some of the slime off," JC deadpans as he joins Lance. He pulls Lance to him and kisses him as they stand under the showerhead, letting the water pour down their bodies, turning the bottom of the shower stall green.

Lance brings his hands to JC's head, pushing back his green-streaked hair from his face.

JC breaks the kiss and pulls back to look at Lance, whose face is still streaked with green. "You're so cute," he laughs as he reaches for a washcloth and gently removes the remaining goo.

"I feel like I just got in a mudfight."

"I'm just glad all the awards shows don't involve slime. Although the aftermath's kinda fun."

"It would be pretty funny if they slimed the winners at the Grammys."

JC reaches for the shampoo and turns Lance away from him to massage it into his scalp. "Destiny's Child in their matching-but-not-matching dresses . . . "

"Yeah, this would go great with their clothes. They've got that whole camouflage thing going anyway. Mmmm, that feels good. And smells good too. Better than this slime."

"And I thought you LIKED vanilla." JC continues working up a thick lather in Lance's hair, his strong fingers both soothing and stimulating.

"I like butter pecan. But I don't think that would make very good slime." Lance closes his eyes and tilts his head back as a pleasurable chill creeps up his spine.

JC kisses Lance's shoulder and the crook of his neck. "I'll tell the Nick people. They should be able to come up with something by next year. Now rinse." He guides Lance back under the spray.

With a whine, Lance lets the water wash away the bubbly lather. "I've got a better idea. Why don't we pick some up on the way home?"

"We can do that." JC reaches for the shampoo to clean the green streaks from his own hair.

"Here, let me." Lance lathers up JC's hair, massaging his scalp and cleaning away the globs of slime.

"Mmm, thanks. That feels great."

"Nothing turns me on more than a squeaky clean boyfriend."

"Nothing? I'll have to check on that." JC gropes around until he finds what he's looking for. "Oh, I guess so."

"Oh!" Lance bites his lip against the hand touching his hardness. "You didn't believe me?"

"It's always good to check these things for yourself." JC steps back to rinse the lather from his hair, then turns back to Lance. "Now where was I?"

Lance holds his arms out. "Be my guest."

"Now you're just mocking me," JC says with a grin as he gets out from under the spray. He pulls Lance to him. "But I love you anyway."

"Who's mocking? I got slime all over me." He bats his eyes. "And you promised to wash me."

"I did. And I will. Every bit of you."

"Even between my toes?"

"If that's what you want, that's what you'll get. Is that where you'd like me to start?"

"No. I'd like you to start from the top and work your way down."

"You got it." JC reaches for the soap and strokes it over Lance's shoulders. As a lather develops, he uses his hands to wash Lance's neck. He steals a quick kiss before turning Lance around so he can scrub his back.

As the water washes down Lance's body, he braces himself against the tiled wall, concentrating on the gentle hands on his back, hands he knows so well and that, with their simple touch, can arouse him almost instantly.

JC turns Lance toward him again and lifts one arm, moving the soap over the toned muscles, working his way down to the well-shaped fingers. Then he does the same with the other arm.

"If it meant having a shower like this every day, I'd ask Rosie to install a slime machine in our house."

"You can have this anytime you want it."

"You're SO good at it. This feels so good."

"That's the idea," JC says as he begins lathering Lance's chest. He moves the soap in a broad arc against the smooth expanse of firm muscle, then uses his fingers to go over every inch, spiraling down to the small nipples and teasing them to tight peaks.

Lance watches JC's face intently, the sparkling eyes, the pouty lips, the care he takes in washing him. "You keep that up and I'm not going to get very clean."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Heck no. And leave me with all this slime on me?"

"That's better," JC says, although the slime is quickly disappearing. He rubs the soap over Lance's abs, almost but not quite tickling.

Lance sucks in a sharp breath; where the other guys would use any opportunity where Lance is vulnerable to their advantage, JC manages to turn it into a playful, sensual event. He's well aware of the stiffness further down, and he places his hands on JC's waist, smiling seductively.

JC starts to move his sudsy hands lower, then stops. "I don't want you to taste like soap," he murmurs, and pulls Lance closer, rubbing his hands over Lance's firm, round ass instead.

"Taste? Oh my goodness." At the just the mere suggestion, Lance twitches.

"Taste. But first, I promised to wash everything, including between your toes."

"You know you're in love when you'll touch someone's toes."

"You needed that to tell you?"

"Sometimes it's the little tests that do it."

"Do I pass?" JC asks as he kneels to wash Lance's muscular legs.

Lance combs JC's wet hair with his fingers. "With flying colors."

JC continues working his way down Lance's legs until he reaches his feet. "Hold on," he instructs as he lifts one foot.and massages it with soapy hands.

"Whoa," Lance remarks, giggling as he reaches out to brace himself against the wall. "Hey, that tickles."

"Sorry, sorry." JC tries to make his touch less ticklish as he slides his fingers between Lance's toes. He puts the first foot down and lifts the other, repeating the process. "There. Did I fulfill my promise?" Barely breathing, Lance croaks, "Yes. Oh yes."

"Good. Then there's only one thing left to do." JC straightens so he's facing Lance's erection. He licks from base to tip and looks up at Lance's face before doing it again. Lance takes a deep breath and gazes down at JC with so much desire he's not sure if it's the water or the heat generated between them that steams up the bathroom. "You don't have to, you know. I'll love you anyway."

"I want to." JC Takes the tip of Lance's heat into his mouth, caressing every surface with his tongue before slowly taking Lance in as far as he can.

Lance groans and places his hands on JC's shoulder, both for support and for the contact. With the warm water trickling down his back and the warm mouth surrounding his pulsing organ, Lance knows it won't be long.

JC snakes one hand behind Lance to squeeze his ass rhythmically while the other cuddles and caresses his balls. JC's busy mouth moves over Lance's hardness, his tongue constantly moving, varying from light, feather touches to broad, firm licks.

Lance's eyes roll back in his head and he closes them, concentrating on the exquisite delight of this most intimate act. "Oh Josh," he moans as he nears climax.

That moan makes JC feel better than any compliment could. He picks up his pace, making every touch, every caress as intense as possible.

Rocking back and forth in time with JC's rhythm, Lance's breathing quickens. He lowers his head and grunts quietly as he comes hard and fast.

JC holds Lance tightly as Lance comes, not removing his mouth till Lance is quiet in his arms. Then he smiles up at Lance. "I REALLY wanted to do that."

Lance gently fingers JC's dark locks and smiles back. "I'd love you even if you didn't." He helps JC to his feet and kisses him, tasting his own essence mixed with JC's own sweet flavor. "I'd love you even if you never touched me again."

"Even when we're old and gray?"

"Especially when we're old and gray. Because then I'll know we've spent our whole lives together."

"Even when we're shriveled and pruney?" JC takes Lance's hand and holds both of them so they can both see how shriveled their fingers have become.

"You mean like now?" Lance brings JC's hand to his lips. "Even then. From slime to prunes, I'll love you no matter what."

JC replaces his hand with his lips. After a quick kiss, he tugs Lance's hand, saying "C'mon. I'm sure that promise to wash you included drying you."

"It's part of the package. Um, you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean," JC says with a sly grin as he turns off the water and leads Lance out of the shower. Lance snatches up two fluffy towels that had been left out for them, and begins to fluff JC's hair. "Getting slimed was fun and all, but this is the best part."

"I don't know, I kind of liked you all green and squishy."

"You did, did you? All green and squishy?" Lance starts spinning the towel around in his hands and snaps it at JC's ass.

"Hey, violence is not allowed in the Nick dressing rooms."

"Says who? Would you rather be slimed again?"

"Would you clean me up?"

A slow smile creeps across Lance's face. "Care to find out?"

"Oh, yeah." "How about I buy you some vanilla pudding and green food coloring and we continue this at home?"

"You're on." As Lance wraps the towel around JC, he says, "Or maybe we could skip the slime and go straight to the cleaning up."

"Or maybe we can compromise. We'll get the ice cream, but we'll just feed it to each other. In bed. Naked. Butter pecan?"

"Now you're talking. Slime--who thinks of these things?"

"Kids rule the world, babe."

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