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by Karen and LB
© 2002
Inspired by the pictures from the What's Going On shoot, like this one
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JC started the shoot out thinking it was kind of kinky. The blindfolds and all. And it felt, well, WEIRD to be back in New York. He couldn't relax. But something happened somewhere along the line; it gradually became fun. He wasn't sure whether it was during the still photos, or during the shoot, or during a break. Probably during a break, when he was running the blindfold through his hands while listening to Lance's phone-sex voice over the phone. Which happened during every break, since, even when he had relaxed some, he still felt the need to check in with Lance whenever he could. He hadn't quite shaken the "weird to be here" feeling.
*****
By the time JC arrives back at the hotel, he's not so sure. Will Lance think he's a freak? Lance is out when he gets there, and JC pulls out and puts away the blindfold 34,591 times while he waits.
Lance bursts through the door, a bag of take-out in his hands. "Dinner is served."
JC hastily hides the blindfold in his pocket and jumps up. He wraps his arms around Lance and kisses him. "Hey, you. I missed you."
"Whoa, what's that for? You were just gone a few hours. How was the shoot, anyway?"
"I need a reason to kiss you? The shoot was great. I think the video's going to be excellent."
"Cool. That song is incredible. I love how you sound in it. Hungry? I got you lemon chicken from that place you like."
"Starving." JC opens the container and takes a big whiff of the fragrant chicken. "Yum."
Lance pulls out a grilled chicken salad for himself. "So what did they make you do?"
"Oh, man. They had, like this long strip of cloth with words on it, like from the song? And, we, um, wrapped it around our heads. Like a, a, a, blindfold, and, and as we sang, we would unwrap it so the words showed? It's hard to explain. But it's gonna be cool."
Lance looks up, curious, from his salad. JC seems evasive, like there's more to it, but Lance decides not to push. "I can't wait to see it. Maybe we can get a preview copy."
"Yeah," JC says, shifting, as if the small piece of cloth in his pocket were digging a hole in his hip. "So what did you do today?"
"Finalized things for the premiere next week and went over some scripts with Wendy. And talked to Johnny about Miami and DC." Lance takes another bite and stretches.
"So, a nice quiet day. This is really good. Thanks."
The comment goes over Lance's head. "You're welcome. Feeding you is easy. I'm just glad Joey's not here right now."
"They wouldn't have let you up in the elevator with that much food."
"Besides, if Joey was here I wouldn't be able to do this." Lance brushes his foot against JC's leg and smiles.
"What else couldn't you do?"
"Lots of things. Like this." Lance kicks off his sneakers under the table and slides his foot up JC's leg until it rests at JC's warm crotch.
"Nope. Joey would definitely not approve." JC can already feel himself getting hard.
"Would he approve of this?" Lance begins applying gentle pressure, rubbing his foot up and down just a little.
"He wouldn't," JC purrs. "But I do."
Lance slides his foot back along JC's thigh, teasing him, enticing him. "Finish your dinner."
"Tease," JC says, but he's smiling and picks up his fork.
"You finish your dinner I'll let you have dessert."
"But you didn't bring any--OH!"
Lance looks up, grinning. JC can be so adorable when he's being blond.
JC blushes and concentrates on his chicken. "I, um . . . so, things are pretty much in place for the premiere?"
"Yeah. You're still coming, right?"
"You even need to ask?"
"Just checking."
Lance knows he's being paranoid, but he's been a little insecure since Justin and Chris canceled.
"Hey." JC reaches over to touch Lance's hand. "Nothing could keep me away."
"I'd understand, though. If you had something better to do. You know, like your hair."
"You're such a dork," JC replies affectionately.
"If I am, then so are you."
"I know I am. That's why we're so good together."
"Because we're both dorks?"
"Yep. Dork love."
Lance holds his fork out in place of a microphone. "So, Mr. Chasez, have you always had a thing for dorks?"
"No. There's only one dork for me."
"And who might that be?"
"That would be the multitalented Lance 'The Dork' Bass."
"Maybe I should change my name."
"You mean that's not how your movie credit reads?"
"No, but I could have it fixed with one phone call." Lance pushes away from the table and walks over to JC, then falls into his lap. "Right now it reads Lance Bass, boyfriend of the dorkiest man on earth."
"Wow. And Miramax went for it?"
"I'm the producer. I know people."
"Mmmm. I like a man with power."
"Does it turn you on?"
"Totally." JC shifts, not wanting Lance to feel the blindfold in his pocket, which is pretty unlikely, given the more obvious bulge nearby.
Lance takes JC's face in one hand and tilts it up, bringing his lips down at the same time to capture JC's mouth. The kiss is slow and sweet and lemony. JC tightens the circle of his arms around Lance's hips and forgets about anything but that perfect kiss.
With one arm draped around JC's shoulders, Lance slides his other down JC's arm to his waist. Then he feels the soft fabric escaping JC's pocket. He breaks the kiss, curious. "What's this?" he asks, extracting the strip and holding it up.
"Um, nothin'," JC says quickly and tries to snatch the fabric back.
Lance holds the cloth out of reach and climbs off JC's lap. "Hey, c'mon, what is it?"
"Blindfold," JC mumbles, almost inaudibly.
"I'm sorry, did you say BLINDFOLD? JC, is there something I should know?"
"From the SHOOT."
"They made you wear THIS?"
"I told you there was a long strip of cloth--at the end they cut it into sections for still shots."
Lance giggles. "So you had to wear it," he measures the cloth out in his hands and then flips it onto his eyes. "Like this?"
JC gulps. "Um, yeah. Like that."
Still making light of it, Lance ties the blindfold at the back of his head and continues. "So did they spin you around and make you pin the tail on the donkey?"
JC bites his lip. Lance looks so . . . JC doesn't even have words for it. The black blindfold against the blond hair. The way Lance's mouth looks a million times more sensual . . .
Lance waves his arms around. "JC? Say something. I can't see a thing with this on."
JC grabs one of the flying hands. "I'm right here."
"This thing really blocks out the light. Maybe I should sleep with it on."
"Maybe you should do lots of things with it on."
Lance doubles over self-consciously, laughing. "Like what?"
"What we were already starting to do. Unless you think it's too weird."
"What's too weird?"
"Um, doing it. With the blindfold on."
"You want to--" Lance continues laughing, then realizes JC isn't laughing with him. "Um, okay."
"Okay?" JC pulls Lance into his arms. "You sure?" he whispers against Lance's hair.
Lance can already feel himself grow hard. It's all about trust, which is a big issue with him, and he knows he can trust JC. "Yeah, this is kind of . . . interesting."
"I love you," JC whispers right into Lance's ear.
"I love you too," Lance whispers back, over JC's shoulder. He's scared, but thrilled at the same time.
JC kisses Lance's ear and nibbles the lobe. "Anytime you want it off, just say so, okay?"
Already getting hot under the collar, Lance stammers, "O-okay." He feels around with his hands until they're wrapped around JC's waist, which he holds onto like a lifeline.
JC squeezes Lance, then pulls back a little. He brushes one hand over Lance's full lips, and says, "You look SO hot."
"I must look like I'm ready for a firing squad."
"Any final requests?"
"Yes. I'd like to make love to my boyfriend before I die."
"I sure can't refuse that request."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Lance parts his lips, anticipating the kiss to come.
"Nothin'," JC whispers and covers those inviting lips with his own.
Normally, Lance closes his eyes when he kisses anyway, but knowing he CAN'T open them makes the kiss all the more enticing. All he can do is feel those soft, full lips against his own and the body heat coming off his lover.
JC deepens the kiss, but slowly, leisurely. He carefully traces the shape of Lance's lips with his tongue before venturing forward past lips and teeth to seek Lance's own tongue. His arms crush Lance to him and he can feel both their heartbeats pounding.
Lance slips his hands under JC's shirt. Without the use of his eyes he relies on his other senses--the sounds their mouths are making, the heat coming off JC's smooth skin, the still lemony taste of his hot mouth.
JC walks backward till he feels the edge of the bed against his legs, then falls backward, taking Lance with him. Breathless, JC breaks their kiss, nuzzling Lance's cheek.
Lance rolls over so they're laying side by side, but he loses perspective and fumbles around until he feels JC's chest.
"You okay?" JC asks softly.
"Yeah, just a little lost."
"I'll always find you."
"Find me now."
"You're right here." JC kisses Lance's lips . . . "And here." And cheek . . . "And here." And forehead . . .
The kisses are so soft they're like small wads of cotton brushing his skin. Lance lies with his lips slightly parted, anticipating each time he would feel that gentle caress.
With the lightest touch possible, JC starts unbuttoning Lance's shirt, still kissing him randomly. Lance moans quietly, reaching up with his hands to touch JC's arms.
JC separates the sides of Lance's shirt and starts tracing random patterns on Lance's smooth chest with his tongue.
Lance flinches and feels for JC's hair. It feels even softer and silkier with his sight obstructed.
"Mmmm," JC murmurs against Lance's chest. "You're getting pretty good at finding things. Maybe I need to tie you up, too. Those pictures they took--they WERE kind of bondage-y."
"Really?" Lance lifts his head, not that he'd be able to see better. "They tied you up?"
"No, but the poses were . . . kinda up against the wall . . . "
"When do I get to see that? Were they kinda like . . . " Lance spreads his arms and legs wide.
"Nope. You've got a kinky mind."
"You bring back a blindfold and you call ME kinky?"
"You're the one who put it on."
"If it's too kinky for you, I'll just take it off."
"Try it and I WILL tie you up."
"Ooo, a threat. That turns me on."
"That's the idea." JC strips off Lance's shirt and then his own t- shirt. He runs one finger up Lance's chest. "You want me to tie you up, Lance?"
"Do you want to?"
"I think it would be very . . . sexy."
"Yeah?" Lance asks seductively. "What would you do?"
"I'd pull your arms up, like this." JC demonstrates. "And I'd tie your wrists together." JC uses his t-shirt to wrap Lance's wrists. "Nothing too kinky. I'm not gonna tie you to the furniture or anything."
Lance was already hard, but now he can feel the heat at his groin from the way JC is holding him. "But you want me to be your prisoner?"
"You're already my prisoner of loooooooove," JC says with a giggle.
"I have no intention of escaping."
JC climbs on top of Lance, sliding his long body against Lance's. "I'll hold you to that."
"You can hold anything you want."
JC reaches down between their bodies to press his hand into Lance's crotch. "Like this?"
With JC on top of him, Lance is more or less immobilized, but he squirms under JC's hand. "Yes. Oh yes."
JC begins rubbing the already swollen bulge as he claims Lance's mouth again, kissing him hard and deep. No more cotton ball kisses, for now.
Lance flings the t-shirt from his wrists and brings both hands to JC's face, cupping JC's cheeks in his palms. His knees curl up on either side of JC's body and he moves slowly against the warm hand at his crotch.
JC fumbles at the button of Lance's jeans, releasing it and the zipper and sliding his hand into the opening. The heat, even through Lance's boxer briefs, is almost enough to scorch JC's hand as he tightens it around the stiffness within.
Lance writhes under JC as he brings his hands up, pushing his lover up slightly so he can run his hands over the smooth skin of JC's chest. His fingers instinctively find JC's nipples, which he alternately pinches and rubs.
JC rolls off of Lance, moving down the bed to remove Lance's jeans, boxer briefs and socks. He sits for a moment, admiring the figure on the bed, letting his eyes roam upward until he reaches Lance's face, so foreign yet so familiar beneath the black blindfold.
"JC?" Lance lifts his head, cocking it to the side. "I know you're there."
"I gotta keep you guessing at least a little."
"You got me guessing a LOT."
"Guess what I'm gonna do next."
"You're gonna . . . make a sandwich?"
"Why, are you hungry?"
"Not for a sandwich."
"So . . . what would you like?"
"You. Making love to me."
In one swift movement, so Lance doesn't even feel the motion of the bed, JC slides up next to Lance again, whispering "that can be arranged" hotly into Lance's ear.
That's one sense that's working perfectly right now. Lance's erection twitches and he once again feels around for JC, just to make contact.
JC lies perfectly still, waiting for Lance's touch.
It comes, lightly at first, then more insistently as Lance takes JC's hand and puts it on his throbbing erection.
JC wraps his cool hand around the hot organ, stroking slowly and lightly. "This what you had in mind?" he growls.
"Yes," answers Lance, quietly. "For starters."
"Demanding, aren't you." JC makes his grip firmer, his strokes harder and faster. "What are you gonna do, just lie there, all Blindfold Boy- y?"
Lance's breath comes in short gasps. "Just building up the suspense."
"You're building something," JC murmurs, dropping his head to capture an already erect nipple.
Lance arches his back against JC's mouth. "I want you so bad."
JC looks up, smiling, and his smile widens into a grin when he sees the avid mouth below the blindfold. "I'm all yours."
Lance pulls JC on top of him and removes JC's hand, grinding his hips against JC's instead. "Make love to me, JC Chasez."
"Well, when you put it like that, babe . . . " JC struggles to get out of his pants. His mouth finds Lance's and he kisses Lance hard even as he squirms out of his constricting garments.
Lance tries to help as much as he can, and when JC's shorts clear the swell of his ass, Lance grabs each tight muscle in his hands and gives a gentle squeeze.
"Have you done this blindfold thing before, babe? 'Cause you're awfully good at finding things." JC is pretty good at finding things, too, and he fumbles in a drawer for the lube as he speaks.
"I don't need my eyes to find what I want."
JC quickly spreads lubricant in all the necessary places and rolls on top of Lance again. "Me neither," he says as he pushes into Lance.
Lance raises his legs and moans as JC fills him. "You're like a homing pigeon."
JC makes pigeon noises and giggles, then is immediately serious again. "I could find you anywhere."
"Maybe I oughtta test that."
"You're not going anywhere." JC thrusts into Lance, at the same time wrapping his hand around Lance's erection. "Nowhere."
A strangled cry escapes Lance's throat and he repeats, "Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere," each time JC thrusts into him.
JC grabs Lance's hands, pinning them over his head with one of his own, as he had tied them with the t-shirt earlier.
Lance succumbs without a struggle, loving the loss of control, something he hardly ever experiences. It's frightening and deeply exciting at the same time. All he can do now is raise his hips even higher to take more of JC in, to surrender completely.
"Who do you belong to?" JC demands as he continues to plunge into Lance.
"I don't know," Lance teases.
JC stops moving, stops caressing Lance's heat. "Who?"
The cessation of pleasure is almost physically painful. "You!" groans Lance. "You, you, and only you."
"I love you too," JC whispers, as he begins moving again, giving Lance all the pleasure he knows how to give.
And Lance takes it. He doesn't need his eyes, ears, nose, or mouth to tell him how much he loves JC. All he needs is his heart. It's with that thought that he comes, grunting JC's name as he strains against the hands holding him, the exquisite moment of ecstasy magnified by his inability to move.
JC realizes he misses seeing Lance's eyes. As he feels Lance climax, as it brings him to his own orgasm, he pushes the blindfold up and kisses Lance's eyelids.
Lance blinks, squinting--he forgot the lights were on when he put on the blindfold. They had been making love in this brightly lit room the whole time. As his vision focuses, he sees only JC's face. "Mmm, that was amazing."
"Amazing doesn't come close. So, are we officially kinky now?"
Lance frees his hands from JC's grip and pulls the blindfold off his head holding it in front of his face. "Well, if we are than so is everyone else who made the video."
*****
Back at the studio, the prop master checks his list. It's impossible. He checks it again. All of the blindfolds are missing.