The Ties That Bind
by Karen and LB
© 2002
"Check this one out: 'JC is SOOOOOO hot! I want him to do me in his bunk!!!' " Joey giggles, scrolling down.
"What are you reading that stuff for?" asks Lance as he enters the Toy Room after making some phone calls.
"Because it's funny. Here's one for Chris: 'i want Chris to take his horns and rub them on my thighs!' "
"What's her name?" Chris asks, looking up from his video game.
"Doesn't say. Hey, Lance, listen to this: 'Lance can slap my bASS any day!' Yeah, right! He doesn't even slap his own bASS."
Lance's face reddens as he picks up a magazine. "What is that crap, anyway?"
"It's this website for horny teenage girls." Joey chuckles. "Check this out: 'lance would never do that!!! he's my angel!!!!!' That's right, he's a little angel. C'mon, Lance, what's the dirtiest thing you ever did?"
"I've done plenty of dirty things."
"Like what?"
"None of your business."
Joey waves his hand dismissively. "Have not. You couldn't get down and dirty if you tried."
JC looks up from the spot on the floor where he's stretching. "Leave him alone, Joey."
"What'd I do?"
Lance sinks lower into the chair. Great, even JC thinks it's true.
"It's just not everyone likes to kiss and tell like you do, dude," JC explains.
Joey rolls his eyes. "Dude. This is like a locker room. Of COURSE we talk."
"Actually, it's a TOY room," corrects Chris.
"Whatever. The point is, we're supposed to share."
JC throws Lance a sympathetic smile and goes back to stretching.
Lance returns his attention to his magazine, but the damage is done. After the show, he still has this nagging feeling that JC thinks he's just a goody-goody and wants more. Maybe he's bored with their sex life. Maybe he'll go out and find someone more . . . creative. On the bus, he numbly watches a movie with Joey and Steve, but his mind wanders to the porn movies Joey is always trying to get him to watch. The ones where the guy . . . then he realizes it makes him uncomfortable even thinking about doing that stuff. Why should it? He loves JC, and he believes JC loves him back. So why shouldn't they? If everyone thinks he's such a little angel, shouldn't he show JC he can walk on the wild side, too?
JC lies awake in his bunk, an unusual phenomenon for him. He knows something was bothering Lance tonight, but he doesn't know what. Sometimes he misses the old days when they all traveled on one bus. They had all been so close then. He would have known what was bothering one of his bandmates. Now, well, JC and Lance have been sleeping together for months, and JC doesn't have a clue about what's bothering him.
They arrive at the hotel and immediately hit the strip, as usual. Lance has already formulated the plan in his mind, so when he and JC return to the hotel in the wee hours of the morning, he's raring to go.
As they ride up in the elevator, JC thinks about asking Lance what had been bothering him earlier. But Lance seems so up that JC decides not to bring it up. When they're in the elevator, Lance suddenly pounces on JC. He backs him up against the wall and kisses him, not in a painful way, but very passionately.
JC is a little surprised. Usually Lance is more of a behind-closed- doors kind of guy, but he certainly has no complaints. So he relaxes against the elevator wall and lets Lance have his way.
The elevator doors slide open and Lance takes JC's hand, leading him out, down the hall, and to their room. With a mischievous grin, he slips the key into the lock and swings open the door.
"You're acting mysterious. Care to share?"
"Am I?"
"Yeah. Like you know something I don't know."
"Let me ask you something: Are you, um, bored?"
"Bored?"
"Yeah, you know, bored. Like, with, um, what we do."
"Performing?"
Lance lowers his head and scratches it. "No, I mean with us."
"You mean . . . bored? No!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." JC looks up nervously. "Are you?"
"No. But do you ever wish we'd do, you know, something more, like, different?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Come here." Lance leads JC to the bedroom of their suite and sits on the bed, patting the mattress next to him.
JC follows Lance a little trepidaciously. Is Lance really bored with him? This . . . this whatever they have. It's never been anything really serious, but JC doesn't really want to lose it, either.
Lance runs his hands through JC's hair and kisses him tenderly. "Do you want to try something?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Do you trust me?"
"You know I do."
Lance kisses JC again, this time parting his lips and plunging his tongue inside. He's already aroused. He was aroused the minute they stepped into the elevator, the anticipation of what he was planning to do exciting him more than he's been in a long time. Slowly, he begins to unbutton JC's shirt, peeling it open and sliding his hands over JC's smooth chest.
This doesn't feel unusual or different. JC relaxes into Lance's touch even as it arouses him.
Lance slides the shirt off JC's shoulders and tosses it aside. He removes JC's shoes and socks, then rises and moves to one of his bags. "You still trust me?"
JC watches Lance curiously. "Yeah, of course."
With one more glance at JC for reassurance, Lance extracts two ties from the bag. He carries them with him in case they have to dress up on the road, but the idea came to him today to use them for something else. He returns to JC's side and holds them up.
"You want us to dress up?"
Lance grins and shakes his head, suddenly becoming embarrassed over this whole thing. "No, goof, I, um, want to . . . " He looks behind them at the head of the bed, at the wooden posts of the elaborate headboard. "I want to tie you up."
"You want to WHAT? I don't know, Lance."
"I didn't either. But don't you think it gets just a little boring?"
"I . . . Is there something I'm not doing?"
"No--you do everything great. But, um, I haven't really done anything, you know, wild."
"So, this is about Joey teasing you earlier?"
"He's right."
"No he's not. You're not boring. At all."
"But I'm not exactly living on the edge."
"Do you wanna be?"
"Maybe a little. Just to, you know, try it. We don't have to do this if you don't want to. You know I'll never force you to do anything."
"And if we try it . . . If I don't like it, you'll untie me?"
"I won't even hesitate."
JC looks doubtfully at the ties. "Okay. If you want to."
"I want YOU to want to."
"I don't know what I want. But I'm willing to give it a try."
"I promise I won't hurt you."
"I know that."
Lance takes JC's hands again and this time brings him around to the side of the bed, where he coaxes him to lie down. He sits beside him and takes his left hand, tying one of the silk cloths around the wrist and lifting it to the nearest bedpost. When he has it secured, he kisses JC's wrist and asks, "Is it too tight?"
JC looks up at Lance with wide blue eyes. "No. I-it's okay."
Lance climbs on the bed, straddling JC. He takes his other hand and kisses the palm, then takes JC's index finger and closes his lips around it, drawing the long digit into his mouth and then out again before wrapping the tie around the wrist and stretching JC's arm to the other post. Lance is practically bursting out of his pants with excitement as he secures JC's other wrist. He kisses his way slowly down JC's arm, tracing a path with his tongue to JC's shoulder, and breathes heavily into his ear. "You look SO hot."
In spite of his uncertainly, JC finds Lance's excitement infectious and feels a twitching in his own groin. He struggles a little with his bonds, wanting to touch, to participate.
Lance kisses JC's neck hungrily, intoxicated by the power that this control is giving him. He returns to JC's mouth, teasing his lips with his tongue, taking in each lip separately before plunging down and thrusting his tongue inside.
JC feels helpless, completely at Lance's mercy. Of course, he knows that Lance would never abuse that power, but still, it's a disquieting feeling.
Lance squeezes his hand between their tightly pressed bodies and begins to massage the bulge at JC's crotch. He's intensely aroused right now and wants JC to experience the same pleasure. He can sense JC's tension and wants to give him as much reassurance as he can that he's not going to do anything that will hurt him.
JC can't help but react to Lance's touch. He never has been able to resist Lance. He tries to kiss Lance and finds that he can't even do that much without Lance's cooperation. He lets his head fall back and tries to convince himself to just let Lance have complete control.
Lance flicks open JC's pants and slips his hand inside, caressing the burning organ to life. He nuzzles JC's neck with his lips. Soon, he moves down JC's body, flicking his tongue against JC's nipples, taking each in his mouth and leaving them wet and peaked. His hands reach for JC's pants, and as he moves lower slides them over JC's narrow hips, kissing his way down until JC's erection is at last free.
JC struggles again with the ties, needing, needing something. To be able to touch, to feel Lance's hair, his skin. He has to will himself to stop when he realizes he's hurting himself.
Raising his head when he feels JC struggling against the bonds, Lance asks, "Do you want me to stop?"
"I don't like not being able to touch you."
Lance sits up. "What do you want to touch?"
"You face, your hair, your skin . . . "
Lance runs a hand through his hair, then slowly strips off his shirt. He locks his eyes on JC, something he's not usually comfortable doing, and runs his hand down his bare chest.
JC groans and pulls on his fabric shackles again. "That. I want to do that."
Lance stretches out on top of JC, his mouth almost touching JC's full, pouty lips. "Just relax." He encircles JC's erection once again. "Try not to come."
JC closes his eyes and bites his lip, trying to hold back the sounds bubbling in his throat.
With his hand securely around the stiff flesh, Lance strokes rhythmically, pausing occasionally to fondle JC's balls before returning to the throbbing erection. He nibbles JC's earlobe and plunders his neck, sucking gently, his own passion building by the second.
"If you don't want me to come, you better stop," JC manages, ending on a groan.
Lance releases JC's organ as soon as the words are out of his mouth. With one quick kiss, he steps off the bed and removes his pants and shorts, then JC's pants. After retrieving some lube from his bag, he returns to the bed and sits, lightly stroking JC's chest. "You okay?"
"You're making me crazy."
A slow smile spreads on Lance's face as he gazes at his sexy lover. He never expected this experiment to be this arousing; he never thought having this much control could be such an aphrodisiac. He never pictured JC looking so enticing, all stretched out and bound and helpless. But it's not about taking advantage of JC, it's about making him feel so good, as good as Lance feels right now. He lies on his side, gently tickling JC's chest, teasing the tight peaks of his nipples. "I love you for doing this, you know."
"Y-you love me?"
This is not how Lance ever planned to say it to JC, but now that it's on the table, he can't back down. "Um, yes. I do. I love you."
JC forgets that his wrists are chafed and his arms hurt from being stretched like this. "Wow. I . . . wow."
Lance rolls on top of JC, kissing him, not waiting for an answer, not wanting to hear the rejection. He sits up and quickly coats himself with lube, needing to be inside JC now, needing to be close to him. He raises JC's legs and thrusts inside, as far as he can go, squeezing his eyes shut as the pleasure overtakes him.
JC grunts as he's penetrated, welcoming the pain and the pleasure. He wraps his legs around Lance's waist, for the first time feeling like a participant rather than just a passive object.
Lance reaches under JC and grips his ass with one hand while letting his other arm support him. He moves in and out more slowly now, watching JC's face, trying hard to read him.
JC opens his eyes and looks up at Lance, then closes them again, trying to concentrate on the sensations throughout his body. His mind is racing. Lance loves him? Then why does he need . . . this?
When JC closes his eyes, Lance stretches his arm and releases JC, first one wrist, then the other.
JC wraps his aching arms, one after the other, around Lance and pulls him close. Then he's kissing Lance, fiery passionate kisses that have nothing to do with being passive.
Lance thrusts faster, harder, consumed by need, JC hot kisses bringing him closer and closer to the brink. He quickly encircles JC's erection and strokes it just as urgently.
"Lance," JC gasps, his breathing rapid and shallow. He tries to say something else, but his orgasm hits him and any words disappear in a cry of pleasure.
Lance presses his forehead against JC's, then buries his head in JC's shoulder as he, too, explodes inside his lover.
JC wraps himself even more tightly around Lance, holding him as closely as possible until they both stop trembling.
Lance remains in JC's arms even after he slips out, his eyes closed, content, yet unwilling to break the silence.
JC shifts his head so his mouth is right next to Lance's ear. "Me, too," he whispers.
Sighing audibly, Lance raises his head. "You sure?"
JC pushes Lance's head up so he can look into his face, into his eyes. "Yes."
Lance places a sweet kiss on JC's lips. "Thanks for trying this. I didn't . . . you know."
"What?"
"I didn't want you to think I was, um, boring."
"I didn't. Not even a little."
"Was it okay?"
"Was what okay? What we were doing?"
"Yes."
"It was way better than okay. It was great. The best."
"So you don't think I'm too kinky?"
"Usually, no. Tonight, maybe a little."
Embarrassed, Lance rolls over on his side. "Don't worry . . . it won't happen again."
"Hey," JC says, turning Lance back to him. "It's not that it was kinky, so much as just . . . I missed being able to touch you. I missed being able to make you feel good."
"You did make me feel good. You made me feel great. Just looking at you makes me feel great."
JC kisses Lance very tenderly. "Yeah? Good. That's what I wanna do."
"I'm sorry I made you do this."
"Don't be. We're good. We, um, took it to the next level. And stuff like that."
"I just needed to know that I could . . . that WE could . . . be a little wild."
"Joey really got to you, didn't he?"
"It wasn't just him. He just opened the door."
JC lifts his head to look down into Lance's eyes. "You don't have to change anything to be exciting and interesting and fascinating."
"But do you think I'm a goody-goody?"
"No goody-goody could give blow-jobs like you do."
"JC!" Lance blushes, then composes himself, realizing that's the very attitude that makes him a goody-goody. "I do, don't I?"
"Give incredible head? You SO do."
"Maybe I should show you."
"Well, if you feel you must."
"I have a reputation to protect."
"So, I should start writing it on the walls in mens' rooms? Lance Bass gives great head?"
"Would you? Just make sure you spell my name right."
JC laughs. "I think I can manage that." He lays his head on comfortably on Lance's chest.
The next day the boys are once again congregated in the Toy Room. Joey looks up from the magazine he's been reading and holds up a picture of Lance holding his dog. "Aw, what a sweet face. So innocent." Lance just looks at JC and smiles.