Snow White: Sneezy
by Karen and LB
© 2002
JC hangs back a little as he follows Lance up the stairs to Lance's parents' attic. The one, the only recompense he can foresee for this little chore was getting to be able to watch Lance's butt as he climbs the stairs. "How'd I let you talk me into this again?"
"C'mon, it'll be fun. There's some neat stuff up here. And my mom promised to make her famous pecan pie if we finished by the time she got back. And you KNOW it's worth that."
JC catches up to Lance and lays a hand on his forehead with a concerned expression. "Baby, do you have a fever? Because I just heard you describe cleaning your stuff out of your parents' attic as FUN." When Lance shrugs off the hand and smacks him playfully on the arm, JC continues. "Maybe you're just bedazzled by visions of pecan pie."
"Yeah, you say that now, but wait till you taste it. Pure heaven. You might even say . . . orgasmic."
JC grins. "You know, there's something just WRONG about thinking that about something your mom made." He runs a finger up Lance's spine to the sensitive back of his neck. "And I can think of so much more direct routes to . . . orgasmic."
Lance has reached the landing and bites his lower lip against the teasing finger. He turns his head, the blush already spreading on his cheeks. "I bet you can." Turning to face JC, he takes JC's hands in his own, and stepping backward, leads him to the center of the attic. "But first things first. We have a job to do."
"Slave driver." JC pauses to contemplate THAT possibility. "Okay, what do we have to do," he asks, peering around the dimly lit space.
Lance looks from side to side. He puts a hand on JC's shoulder and points to a large, dust-covered box. "Start with that one over there. Any dolls, they're Stacy's." At JC's raised eyebrows, he adds, "Really."
"What, no GI Joes?" JC walks over to the box and brushes some of the dust from its surface. And sneezes. And sneezes. And sneezes.
"Whoa, Josh!" Lance puts down the box he was moving and laughs. He kneels down beside JC, now doubled over and covering his face. "I guess no one's been up here in a while. You okay?" he asks, genuinely concerned as he tries to turn JC's face toward his own.
"If I said 'no' would you let me go downstairs and take a nap?"
Lance pushes JC so he falls over onto the wood floor. "No way. You're not gettin' off that easy." He turns to the box. "What's in here, anyway? It looks like this hasn't been opened in years." He unfolds one of the top flaps and smiles.
"You mean there's something in there besides dust?" JC pulls himself up off the floor, his clothes now smudged and dusty, and looks into the box himself.
"Yeah, sneezy," Lance moves as though to escape the dust bowl that is now JC. "You look like Pig-Pen from that Charlie Brown cartoon." He reaches into the box and pulls out a fuzzy blue blanket. "I can't believe my mom saved all this stuff."
"And you look like Linus. Is that your blankie?" JC deliberately runs one finger down Lance's cheek, depositing a streak of dust along the smooth surface.
Lance flinches out of JC's reach. "Get off," he says, in mock annoyance. "It looks so much smaller than I remember." He puts the blanket aside and sticks his hand back in the box, this time pulling out a beat-up baseball glove. "Wow, my first mitt!" His eyes light up as he slides as much of his hand as the glove will allow into the finger holes and punches it with his fist.
"Aw, I bet you were so cute in your little . . . " JC reaches into the box and comes up with a tiny baseball cap, which he places--or rather balances--on Lance's head. "Oops, sorry. I guess it's a little, um, dusty." JC sneezes again, as if to illustrate his point.
Lance coughs and raises his eyes. "Maybe you shouldn't touch anything," he says, swiping the cap off his head, which causes another puff of dust to erupt. He ruffles his hair in an attempt to clear the dust from his head.
"You're just making it worse. Come here." When Lance suspiciously moves closer, JC lays his forearms, which are much less dusty than his hands, on his lover's shoulders and carefully blows the dust out of Lance's hair.
"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm five? You're not gonna start spit- cleaning my face, are you?"
JC fixes Lance with a gaze very nonconducive to getting anything done. "Don't tempt me," he whispers. Then he smiles and turns back to the box. "So what else do you have in that treasure trove?"
Lance shakes his head, clearing the lascivious thought that just passed through his mind. "Um, maybe we should just forget about that box. Let's check out this one." He steps aside and crouches in front of another dusty box.
"How many of these boxes are your stuff, anyway? And what are we supposed to be doing with them?" JC looks down doubtfully at the second box.
"I dunno. My mom wants me to take whatever I want back to the house." He looks up at JC and smiles. "She said she needs the room, but I know she doesn't really want to get rid of this stuff. She still has this stupid pencil holder I made in kindergarten." He opens the second box, peers inside, and closes it quickly. "Um, you know, maybe you should go take a nap now. I can do this myself."
"Oh, I don't THINK so. What's in the box, Lance?"
"Nothing, Josh," Lance says, his face reddening with every word. He makes an attempt to block the box with his body. "Why don't you . . . " he stammers, searching the attic, " . . . go over there and see what's in that one?"
"La-ance. What are you hiding? You know I'm gonna get it out of you, so you might as well save yourself the trouble." Seeing no inclination in Lance to cave, and, turned on as ever by his blushes, JC decides to try his most sure-fire tactic--he pulls Lance to him and kisses him, hard and deep. When he senses that Lance is as breathless as he, he moves his mouth to Lance's ear, whispering hoarsely "What's in the box, Lance?"
The heat rushes through Lance so suddenly he feels as though he's on fire. He swallows, then whispers back, "You're gonna have to do better than that."
"Better? Better like this?" JC leans in to kiss Lance again, this time slipping his tongue into the younger man's mouth, caressing Lance's lips and tongue and the roof of his mouth. He pulls back enough to say "Better like this?" before slipping his thumbs into the belt loops of Lance's jeans and using them to pull his boy to him, pressing their hips together. JC kisses his way over to Lance's ear again, nibbling on the lobe for a moment before growling "What's in the box, Lance?"
"Nice try." Lance runs his tongue along JC's cheek while wrapping his arms around his back. His lips find JC's and he kisses first the top lip, then the bottom, then both as he parts them with his own, his tongue probing the taller boy's mouth. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against JC's and purrs, "What box?"
"There was a box? We were talking about a box?" JC's hands slip around to cup Lance's butt as his mouth finds Lance's once more. JC begins walking them both backwards until they bump into the box. Only his hands keep Lance from falling onto it. "Oh, my goodness. Could it be THIS box?"
Lance pushes JC back a few steps, keeping his hands on JC's chest. "I have NO idea what you're talking about. I don't see any box." He fingers the collar of JC's shirt playfully.
"You keeping secrets from me, baby? I'm hurt." JC gives Lance his best pout, complete with pleading blue eyes. He sighs and turns away. "I thought we told each other everything."
Lance, believing JC is genuinely upset, rushes to put a hand on his shoulder. "We do. I don't have any secrets." He lets the hand fall to JC's back, where he traces patterns on the soft cotton of his shirt. "It's nothing. It's just . . . embarrassing stuff." He turns away and runs a hand through his hair hoping JC will forget about the box
"Embarrassing how? We've seen each other at our worst; we've seen each other at our best. We've seen each other in our VMA outfits."
Laughing, Lance drops to the floor and leans his back against the offending box, pulling his knees to his chest. He looks up at JC, still smiling. "Yeah, but that was all of us together. This stuff," he gestures behind him, "this is just me."
"And what? You think I won't love you anymore?"
"No. No, that's not it at all, Josh." He studies his hands for a moment, feeling the urge to bite his nails and knowing JC will berate him for it. So he rubs his chin instead. "You'll laugh."
"I promise I won't laugh." Lance focuses on JC's eyes for a minute. What he sees is sincerity. He looks down and shakes his head, laughing nervously. "Okay, but remember: You promised." He spins around and peels open the lid of the box, pulling out a stack of pictures. "Here." He holds them up to JC without looking at him. "Stacy always wanted a sister. So when we were little she dressed me up in her clothes and put make-up on me and stuff. I guess mom thought it was pretty cute because she took all these pictures. I should burn them."
JC takes the pictures, sits down, and starts flipping through them. When he finally looks up, he's smiling. "Okay, I promised not to laugh, but I didn't promise not to smile. You were adorable. I mean, I see why you don't want to let Tiger Beat print them, but you were SO cute. Are so cute."
As if he wasn't already red enough, Lance's cheeks are flushed with this latest humiliation. He stands, trying as best he can to look dignified, and reaches for the pictures. "Okay, you've seen enough. Let's have them back."
JC takes Lance's hands and pulls him back down. He kisses Lance, and while doing so, drops the photos back into the box. He pulls back to look at Lance. "Why are you so embarrassed? Everyone's got a least one goofy childhood picture to haunt them."
"One? Try a whole box. And I haven't seen anything nearly as embarrassing about you."
"You've seen my Mouse Club audition. That's bad enough. And I can only blame myself. At least you can blame Stacy."
"That audition got you where you are today. Besides, with that voice and those moves--you call that embarrassing? I think you were great. And, well, even at that age you could tell you were gonna grow up to be really sexy."
"That's just the point. You look at that and think it's great. I look and say 'what was I thinking.' You look at those pictures and think they're embarrassing; I look and think they're adorable. We're our own worst critics, Lance. We need each other for perspective. Among other things."
Lance sighs and stares at the floor; he runs a finger through the dust, making small spirals. "What other things?"
"Being there for each other things . . . who else would have come with you to clean your attic and have fun? And yes, in spite of the sneezing and the dust, it IS fun, just hanging with you and doing something normal. You think I'm really here for the bribe--I mean promise--of your mom's pecan pie?" JC puts his arm around Lance's shoulder, squeezing companionably. "Best friend things. Because you ARE my best friend, not just my lover. I can always depend on you to be honest, to tell me what I need to be told, not what I want to hear." Reaching up with a not-too-dusty hand, JC turns Lance's face to his. "Love things . . . "
Lance's mouth curls into a slow smile and he tries not look into those piercing blue eyes. His mouth is millimeters from JC's. "You call this normal?" he asks, before he moves in for the kiss.
"Mmm, yeah. Normal," JC whispers, as their lips brush. Then Lance's tongue is in his mouth, and he has no further desire to speak or even think. He drops his hand to Lance's shoulder and turns the younger man more fully toward him as their tongues entwine. Lance shifts to his knees and brings a hand to JC's hair; he loves the feel of those dark brown strands, so soft and thick. In this position, his hips press against JC's stomach, and he feels a tightness in his groin. Suddenly, a flash of awareness strikes Lance as he realizes where he is. He pulls back, catching his breath. "Um, Josh, maybe we shouldn't do this right now. I mean, this is my parent's house."
JC gazes back at Lance, his normally light eyes darkened with desire. "No one's home," he says, far more reasonably than he feels.
"You had to say that," Lance replies and leans his weight on JC in an effort to lower them both to the floor, with Lance on top straddling the older man. Feeling a twinge of guilt, Lance tries not to think about all the family artifacts surrounding him like eyes, and concentrates instead JC's full, moist lips.
JC is surprised, but certainly not displeased, that Lance has acquiesced so easily. He hadn't intended to push--they could easily wait till they were back at Lance's house to do this much more comfortably--but there's something about seeing Lance, streaked with dust and surrounded by bits and pieces of his childhood, that make him even more irresistible than usual.
Lance places his hands on either side of JC's head while his tongue continues its exploration of his lover's mouth. Suddenly, he pulls back. "Hang on," he pants and quickly rises, leaving JC on the floor confused and breathless. He hurries to a large trunk by the wall, and after heaving the lid up rummages until he finds a sizable, soft quilt. He returns to where JC is now laying on his side, watching Lance's movements. Lance spreads the quilt on the floor next to him and stretches out on his side facing JC. He holds out a hand, beckoning his friend. "I think this will be a liiiittle more comfortable than the floor."
JC grins and pushes himself up to his hands and knees and crawls across the short distance to join his lover on the quilt. He leans down to kiss Lance, then quickly pulls away when he feels another sneeze coming on.
"Maybe this is a sign," Lance says, laughing. He sits up and rubs JC's back. "We can wait until we get back to my house." He rests his chin on JC's shoulder and wraps his arms around his waist.
"Did you know that a sneeze is physiologically extremely similar to an orgasm? I really think we need to do a comparison."
"You sneezed a LOT today, JC."
"But you didn't."
"Jay-cee Chasez, what do you think I am--some sort of science experiment?"
"Yes, I'm trying to do a quantitative analysis of exactly HOW sexy one man can be before he drives his boyfriend completely crazy with lust."
"Crazy is the right word, Dr. Chasez. You realize you're saying this in the attic of my parent's house while I'm laying on my grandmother's quilt?" But something about that turns Lance on, especially with the way JC is looking at him with those intense blue eyes, and he shifts his legs to combat the twitching in his groin.
"Of course, I'm perfectly aware of the parameters of the experiment." JC eases Lance back down onto the quilt. "And of how much it turns you on when I use words like 'quantitative' and 'parameters'."
"I love it when you use BIG words." He lets his eyes drift down JC's body. "I know something else I love that's big," he leers and slides his hand down to JC's crotch, his fingers barely brushing the growing bulge.
"Lance," JC breathes, nuzzling his face into Lance's neck and nibbling lightly. His hand is already slipping beneath the hem of Lance's t-shirt, fanning out over his stomach.
"You keep that up," Lance whispers, "and this experiment's gonna be over real fast." He fingers the collar of JC's shirt and begins to unfasten the buttons.
"I'll take my chances." JC's voice is almost lost against Lance's throat, but Lance can feel the vibration against his skin. JC's hand creeps upward, exploring the muscular curves of Lance's chest, until his thumb brushes over one small nipple, which he pauses to caress and squeeze before moving on to the other.
Lance tries to arch his back against the touch, but JC keeps him pressed to the blanket. He contents himself instead with slipping his hands inside JC's now unbuttoned shirt and running his nails lightly down his back.
JC lifts his head to look down at Lance's flushed face, then lowers his mouth to Lance's, plunging his tongue into his lover's waiting mouth. Their tongues entangle, and JC reflects that kisses have never been this hot with anyone, ever in his life.
Lance moans into JC's mouth, savoring the delicious taste of JC's sweet tongue. He lowers JC's shirt over his shoulders, forcing JC to remove his hands from under Lance's shirt so Lance can remove it. He pushes JC up just a little, so he can get a better look at the wonderfully toned chest. It never ceases to amaze Lance how with seemingly little effort JC can have such a toned body. He trails both hands down past JC's collarbone and rubs his thumbs against the tight buds of his nipples.
JC presses his chest against Lance's hands, loving the feeling of Lance teasing and caressing his nipples. His own hand returns to Lance's t-shirt, this time pulling the hem upward until they again have to separate so JC can remove the shirt. When the garment is off, JC immediately dips his head to take one taut, puckered nipple into his mouth.
Lance bites his lower lip against the sensation of JC's tongue on such a sensitive place. He tries not to squirm, but the tightness in his jeans is becoming unbearable. He tangles one hand in JC's hair, and the other reaches down to squeeze JC's tight butt.
JC moves to Lance's other nipple, letting his hand trail down Lance's chest and over his stomach. He lets the hand drift down farther, hovering teasingly over, but not touching the bulge. He can feel the heat even through Lance's jeans and the space between the jeans and JC's hand. Finally, he lets his hand settle lightly, cupping the hot hardness.
With JC lying between his legs, Lance can do nothing more than let JC have his way with him, so he begins to move against JC's hand, needing to do something to alleviate the pressure caused by both his constricting pants and the weight of JC on top of him.
JC smiles to himself, comparing this eager young man to the shy, diffident boy he had made love to for the first time. He releases the bulge long enough to twitch open the button and slide down the zipper, then he slips his hand inside to massage Lance's stiff erection through the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs.
Lance stifles a cry as JC's warm hand touches the stiffened member in Lance's shorts. It never ceases to amaze Lance how easily JC can arouse him, with just a look or a simple touch. He grabs JC's arms, gripping the strong, toned biceps, and gazes down between their bodies. He looks back at JC's eyes, now twinkling with lust, and pulls him closer, teasing his mouth with his tongue.
JC leans into the kiss, letting his chest press tightly against Lance's, loving the feeling of toned flesh on toned flesh. His hand continues to stroke Lance through the thin fabric, and he knows that this is not going to be enough for much longer. For either of them.
A crease forms in Lance's brow as he thrusts into JC's hand. "Josh," he says, his breath ragged, "I-I'm going to . . . " as he tries in vain to push JC's hand away.
"Sneeze?" JC grins, taking his hand away gently. He kisses Lance lightly. "Care to help me--er--catch up?"
Lance lets his head fall back to the quilt, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He was so close, but he didn't want this to be over so soon. As much as he still feels strange about making love in his parent's house, it excites him to no end. "Gladly," he exclaims, running his fingers slowly down JC's chest, pausing to toy with his nipples before traveling to the button on JC's pants, which he easily flicks open. That's one advantage to JC being so skinny, Lance thinks; it's so easy to get his clothes off. He flashes a sneaky smile at his lover and then flips them over so that Lance is now on top. He slides down JC's body until his mouth is just above the zipper, and he kisses and licks the soft spot just below JC's navel, while his fingers deftly lower the zipper, revealing a huge bulge.
JC smiles up at the eaves. Okay, so it's not the most romantic setting, but he's here with Lance and that's all that matters. He sighs happily as Lance works his way down JC's chest. He's already rock hard, ready for his boy. He reaches down to touch the blond, spiky hair, his hand gentle, caressing.
Lance peeks inside JC's boxers and grins up at his lover. "Looks like someone's about to 'sneeze' himself." He flicks his tongue at just the tip of JC's erection and then sits up. He realizes that in order to get JC's pants off he's going to have to remove his shoes, and he's mildly annoyed at the interruption. So he turns around and straddles JC's legs so that his butt is facing JC and slowly removes just his shoes. After all, it's drafty in this attic and JC has already sneezed enough.
If JC didn't know that Lance is just too darned sweet to tease, that's exactly what he'd have to accuse Lance of doing right now. First that devastating little flick of the tongue, and now this . . . this . . . VIEW. JC can't remember ever wanting anyone more than he wants Lance right now. Except maybe the last time he was with Lance. And the time before . . .
After flinging the shoes aside, Lance shifts around so he is once again facing JC. This time, he slowly peels off JC's pants, leaving the boxers, and runs his hand up JC's lean, long legs. When he reaches the massive erection, he licks first the inner thigh of one leg, then the other, while reaching inside the shorts to give a quick squeeze. He then runs his tongue just above the elastic of JC's shorts and places soft kisses along the line of fine hairs leading down from his navel; when he once again reaches the elastic he pulls it down, bringing his mouth so it is almost touching the pink flesh of JC's hardened cock, but doesn't touch it. Once he's removed JC's shorts, he places his palms on the floor on either side of JC's hips and turning his eyes upward, licks his lips.
JC takes back everything nice he was thinking about Lance not being a tease. He is, and a very accomplished one at that. "Lance," JC groans. He is so craving Lance's touch that he's worried that when it does happen, he's gonna come immediately. He looks down and meets those amazing green eyes gazing up at him, his own gaze beseeching.
It's rare that Lance ever feels the need to control anything; usually, he's pretty laid back with the rest of the guys. But now, he relishes the way he can make JC want him, because he wants JC so badly sometimes it hurts. And he's never 100 percent sure just what JC's intentions are. So at moments like this, he cherishes the fact that JC lets him take over. And take over he does. But when he realizes JC is watching him intently, he looks away shyly and concentrates instead on the task at hand. His tongue snakes out and licks the tip of JC's throbbing erection, taking in the first drops of moisture collected there. Then he licks all the way to the base and down to JC's balls. He replaces his tongue with his hand, which lightly cups the soft sac. Working his way back up the shaft, he finally takes JC into his mouth, a little bit at first, and the all the way so that his mouth engulfs the hardness.
JC takes deep breaths to try to marshall some control, but Lance isn't making it easy. The wet heat of his mouth and his skillful tongue give the most exquisite pleasure, and he writhes under Lance's attentions.
Lance takes JC as far into his mouth as his throat will allow, then slowly draws him out. He swirls his tongue around before taking him in again. He can tell JC is near the brink; he's gotten to know his lover so well he can tell by the way his body moves under him.
JC is gasping for breath, his heart racing. Only Lance can do this to him. He grips his lover's hair, loving what Lance is doing to him. He begins thrusting against Lance's mouth, whispering his name again and again.
Lance takes hold of JC's hips, urging him on, matching his thrusts with his own rhythm. The noises coming from JC turn him on even more; he's amazed that he can elicit such a reaction. He alternates between sucking gently and just using his tongue to pleasure his lover.
JC can't hold back any longer. He's coming and it's hot and sweet and loving and passionate, just like his Lance. He stuffs his hand in his mouth to keep from crying out, worried that it might upset Lance in this place.
Lance presses gently against JC's bucking hips as he feels the warm fluid fill his mouth. He smiles to himself at the ferocity of JC's orgasm, still unable to comprehend that it's he, Lance, who caused this. When JC finally falls back to the blanket, Lance releases his softening organ, wipes his mouth, and smiles shyly at his lover. "That was, um, some 'sneeze', Josh."
"Come here. You're too far away." When Lance complies, curling himself up into JC's side, JC wraps his arms around his lover and hugs him tightly. JC can feel Lance's erection pressing into his leg and his smile shows how much he's looking forward to reciprocating. But first, he wants to savor this quiet moment, whispering "I love you" into the soft, spiky hair.
Lance strokes the smooth skin on JC's chest and closes his eyes, breathing in his scent. He tilts his head upward and says softly, "I love you too, Josh. You know that, don't you?" before pressing his lips tenderly against JC's.
JC lets his kiss be his answer. It's gentle at first, but soon deepens. JC slips his tongue into Lance's mouth, tasting his own essence mingled with the unique taste that is Lance. He slides his hands over the smooth planes of Lance's back, down to cup and then massage the round firmness of his butt.
Lance moans into the kiss and begins to rub his crotch against JC's leg. His heartbeat quickens; he's still a little self-conscious about being SO horny here in this attic, but with JC touching him like this he can't help it. His tongue is entangled with JC's and he wishes the kiss would never end.
JC can't stand the thought of letting go of his boy right now, not even for a minute. They're both breathless, but neither considers ending their kiss and their tongues continue to entwine and caress. JC hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Lance's jeans pulling them and the shorts beneath down around Lance's thighs. One hand resumes caressing and squeezing Lance's tight butt, and the other wraps around his hot stiffness.
Lance's body jerks at the sudden, open contact with his erection, but he soon relaxes into the comfort of JC's ministrations. He lets his own fingers tangle in JC's hair, and his other hand caresses his cheek, tracing the strong contours down to his jawline. Unconsciously, he begins thrusting against the hand holding him.
JC loves Lance's reactions. He used to be so tentative, so guarded. "Tell me what you want, baby. Do you want my mouth? Do you wanna be in me? Tell me."
"Josh . . . " Lance's breath is ragged, and he's flushed from not just the hand touching his most sensitive area but from the question JC just posed. He looks away, unable to voice his desires. After a moment, he quietly pants, "I . . . I want . . . to feel myself inside you." He hates that JC could do this to him. Hates it and loves it. He'd never felt this way about anyone before, and it still makes him uncomfortable that JC can be so open about such intimate acts. He tries so hard to show JC that he trusts him and that he's at ease around him, but there are still some things that put him off.
JC sees the look on Lance's face. "Baby, I want that, too. SO much. But you look like you're ashamed to want me. Don't do that, baby. We love each other, and all we're doing is showing that love."
"I know." Lance can still feel the heat in his cheeks, but he continues. "I love you, and I want to be with you. But there's still a part of me that . . . feels guilty." He makes an attempt to roll onto his back, suddenly feeling the desire seep out of him, but JC holds him fast.
"Guilty." JC feels like he's been punched. Hard. "I-I'm sorry, Lance," he says with a break in his voice. "I didn't realize being with me made you fell so . . . wrong."
Lance starts. "Oh, Josh, no, it's not you. I've never been happier. I love you so much." He places a tentative hand on JC's arm. "I'm sorry I get so weird about this. You know that I didn't exactly come from the most liberal place. Sometimes I just can't help thinking about that. I don't care what anyone else thinks. I like being with you. I want to be with you. I'm just not used to talking about it so openly. Just bear with me, okay?" He leans in for a kiss, hoping to dispel JC's anger.
"Lance, of course I will." He hugs Lance more tightly. "I just get scared that someday you're gonna decide we're bad, or wrong, or dirty, and leave me. I couldn't stand losing you, baby."
"You're not gonna lose me, Josh. Not if I can help it. I'm not planning on going anywhere." He kisses JC, infusing it with all the love he feels. He pulls back and grins. "Especially right now." He glances down at his groin, where he once again feels that familiar twitching.
JC smiles back, his fears mostly dispelled. He rolls them, pushing Lance down onto the blanket. His kiss is a little desperate, as if he needs to prove to Lance once again how right they are together. Lance holds JC tightly to him in an effort to reassure him that this is what he truly wants. He can't even contemplate being with anyone else.
This most recent bout of passion only increases Lance's arousal, and he kisses JC back hungrily.
Lance's hunger feeds JC's and he stops thinking and gives himself over to it. His hands begin to roam over Lance's body, finding all his special little spots, before wrapping once more around his once again growing erection.
Lance squirms under JC's hands and responds with pleasure each time he touches another sensitive area. He shuts his eyes and lets the sensations fill him, and when JC's hand engulfs his hardness he whips his head from side to side, trying desperately to stifle the cry in his throat.
JC senses Lance's struggle and covers the boy's mouth with his own, capturing the cry between them and savoring the sensation. He's getting hard again himself and longing to be filled. He begins kissing his way down Lance's body, pausing to taste nipples and navel but hungry for more.
Lance reaches for JC, but finds he's already worked his way down his body, so he settles for playing with the soft locks of his lover's hair. He watches, panting, as JC's lips touch his skin, tickling and sending shivers of delight up Lance's spine.
JC places kisses along Lance's hipbone, as his hand stokes along the hot length of Lance's erection. "Be right back," he whispers, and moves away to quickly deal with Lance's remaining clothing. Then he pulls Lance's legs gently apart and settles between them.
JC looks up at Lance, seeing the desire written plainly on his face. He drops his head and takes the tip of Lance's erection into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and collecting the drops of salty fluid. He releases the tip and uses his tongue to lick up and down the shaft, careful to coat every surface with the wetness of his tongue.
Lance groans and tries not to thrust against the hot tongue surrounding his hardened cock. He arches his back, gasping as JC lubricates him, feeling himself close to release. "JC . . . "
JC hears the heat in Lance's voice and releases his hold on his lover's erection to crawl up next to him. "Yes??" he whispers, playfully.
Any other time JC teased him, Lance would smack him, but right now all he wants to do is flip him onto his back and make love to him. So that's what he does. "You tease," he growls, wrapping his arms around the older man and rolling on top. He parts JC's legs with his knees and sticks two fingers in his mouth. "Now you're asking for it," he leers, and slips the fingers down past JC's own heated erection and into his opening, thrusting gently to prepare him for Lance.
"More like begging for it," JC manages before he gasps with pleasure. "Please, Lance, please."
"Please what, Josh?" he teases back, thrusting more insistently this time.
"Oh, I think you know," JC hisses, pushing his hips upwards to meet Lance's thrusting fingers. Lance removes his fingers and positions himself between JC's thighs. He rubs some of his own fluids on the opening, worried that the lack of an appropriate lubricant will cause JC some discomfort. "I want to hear YOU say it."
JC looks up into Lance's eyes, knowing that his own are blazing with heat and desire. "I want you inside of me. Now."
"Is that an order? Well, I don't want to disappoint you." Lance raises JC's hips slightly off the quilt and pushes inside, very gently, watching JC's face carefully for any signs of pain. He lowers himself and buries his face in the crook of JC's shoulder, kissing his neck and sucking gently, while his hand reaches between them to rub JC's erection. He matches the rhythm of his hand to the thrusting of his heated cock inside his lover and wonders how he got so lucky.
JC's hands slip down to clasp his lover's butt, urging him even deeper. He's talking, but the words make no particular sense. "Yes, baby. So good, baby." His hips match Lance's rhythm and his own erection is hot and aching in Lance's hand.
Lance quickens his pace, aware that time is short and he knows he's close to coming. But he wants to make sure JC is ready too so he tightens his grip on JC's pulsing cock. He grunts softly into JC's neck, feeling the pressure build until he can stand it no longer, and as the orgasm tears through him he tries to muffle his cry in the safety of JC's shoulder.
Lance's cry is enough to send JC over the edge as well, and he wraps his arms tightly around his boy as they both come, cradling Lance to him in a gesture both protective and possessive. It is not until they are both quiet that he whispers "I love you."
Lance's trembling surprises him. He's had some pretty intense sex with JC, but this was . . . different. He takes a deep breath, releases it and kisses JC deeply and passionately. When he pulls away, he caresses his lover's cheek and gazes into his eyes silently. "I think I just sneezed," he finally says, and then bursts out laughing, leaning his forehead against JC's.
"Gesundheit, baby."