Gett Off
By: Lara
How can I put this in a
way so as not to offend or unnerve…but there’s a rumor goin’ round that you
ain’t been getting’ served…they say that you ain’t you know what in baby who
knows how long…it’s hard for me to say what’s right when all I wanna do is
wrong…
“This
sucks. It sucks. It completely totally sucks.” Lance tore off the earphones in
disgust and stomped out of the recording booth. Joey and Chris looked at each
other. Justin started after Lance, but JC pulled him back.
“Let him go blow it off,” he told Justin.
“What the hell is his problem lately?” Justin
asked. JC shook his head.
“Too much peroxide in his hair?” Joey suggested.
Chris smacked him.
“Like you’re the Hair Police or something, Joe.
What color will it be NEXT week? Smurf Blue?”
“I thought you liked my hair, Baby…” Joey ran his
hands up and down his body and Chris pretended to gag. They both laughed, Chris pretending to deck
Joey.
“You guys are just wrong,” Justin said, shaking his
head. He went out of the mixing room and down the hall to get a soda.
“Hey…I bet I know what’s wrong with Lance,” Joey
said, running after him.
“Really?” Justin said, not really paying
attention. He studied the vending machine,
trying to decide what he wanted.
“He needs to get laid.”
All of Justin’s change hit the floor. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah…God…that boy needs some dick like I don’t
KNOW what.” Joey bent down to pick up
the coins. Justin stared at him.
“He needs what?”
“C’mon…Jus…you had to know that. Lance likes boys. And that’s cool.” Joey handed Justin his change. “We talk a lot about it on the bus, ya
know? He’s lonely…I mean, it’s a sex
thing…he’s a damn horndog under all that Southern charm…but he’s lonely. I got Kelly…Chris has…well…himself, right
now, and Jayce has Bobbie. And you have
Brit.”
“Yeah,” Justin said vacantly, remembering the look
on her face when they had broken up the week before. No one knew, and he wanted
it that way for a while.
“So, I guess he’s a bit stressed. He’s a
perfectionist to begin with, and right now he’s so down on himself that nothing
is good enough.” Joey whistled as he
walked back to the recording area.
Justin wandered outside, forgetting about his
soda. He caught sight of Lance, who was
leaning against the railing near the parking lot. He was angrily kicking at
rocks, muttering to himself. Justin
sighed, really wishing Joey hadn’t felt the need to “come out” to him on
Lance’s behalf. Now all the secret desires and dreams Justin had been hiding
had a reason to surface. Lance really DID do all the things that Justin dreamt
about alone at night…Lance really DID like the feeling of a man next to
him…touching a man…tasting…
“Oh, God,” Justin said weakly, not realizing he had
said it out loud. Lance turned around sharply, his green eyes focusing on
Justin.
“What?”
“Uh…nothing,” Justin whimpered, turning away. He needed to get his cool back. “You okay?”
“Yeah…just mad at myself. I can’t get this shit to
save my life today.” Lance angrily kicked some more.
“Let’s go out tonight,” Justin said quickly,
putting his “best friend” face on. “Just you and me. We’ll get it on…I mean,
get our grooves on.”
“Okay,” Lance said, smiling slowly. “That’d be
cool.”
Naw little cutie, I
ain’t drinkin’…but scope this I was just thinking…you plus me, what a ride…if
you was thinkin’ the same, we could continue outside…lay your pretty body
against a parkin’ meter…strip your dress down like I was strippin’ a Peter
Paul’s Almond Joy…lemme show you baby I’m a talented boy…
“I think we’ve
had enough,” Justin said after their fourth round of drinks. “We didn’t drive,
did we?”
“Um…” Lance desperately tried to remember. “No. I
remember getting in a taxi.”
“Good.” Justin downed his beer and stood up carefully.
“Let’s go.” He watched Lance weave on
his feet as he struggled to stand up.
Justin swallowed deeply. He hadn’t drank as much as Lance THOUGHT he
had, and he hadn’t gotten anywhere close to how much Lance had drank. He wanted a pleasant buzz, enough to make
him brave, and he wanted Lance drunk enough that he wouldn’t punch Justin if
Justin got around to telling him the truth.
“Damn…this street is dark,” Lance commented as they
stood outside of the tiny bar and waited for a cab to drive by. “No one will ever drive by here.” He leaned against a parking meter in an
effort to stay upright.
“They will soon enough,” Justin said, then took a
deep breath. He looked into Lance’s pretty eyes and sighed. “Lance, I need to
tell you something.”
“Yeah?” Lance giggled as he almost fell over. Justin opened his mouth to speak, but
nothing came out. He boldly put his hands on Lance’s shoulders, pulled him
close, then kissed him.
Lance froze for a moment, his lips not moving.
Justin pressed a bit harder, then pulled back.
“Shit…well…that didn’t go well…I guess…oh…never mind.” Justin released
Lance, looking down at his feet. How
embarrassing. He managed to look at
Lance. Lance was staring at him as he
reached up to touch his lips.
“You kissed me.”
“Um…yeah…”
“Were you planning on anything else?” Lance’s voice
was unreadable.
“Huh?”
“Anything else you’ve thought about doing?”
Ideas ran through Justin’s mind…Lance leaning
against the wall of the building in the side alley as Justin went down on
him…Lance bent over that parking meter as Justin thrust into him…Justin
stripping Lance in the back of the taxi… “No…um…no…guess it’s the alcohol.”
“You sure?” Lance took a step towards Justin. “You
have Britney.”
“Not anymore.”
“Why not?” Lance snapped. “The sex not any good anymore?”
“There hasn’t been any sex! Not for a while!”
Justin protested, wondering why Lance was so angry about Britney.
“Why not?”
“Because I want sex with you, not her!” Justin almost yelled. Horrified, he snapped
his mouth shut. Mercifully, a taxi came around the corner, and Lance almost
jumped in front of it.
“Get in,” he snapped, shoving Justin into the back
seat. Justin squirmed across, pressing
himself against the side door. Lance
didn’t touch him, didn’t even look at him. They arrived at the hotel and Justin
tossed some money at the driver, jumping out of the taxi and running into the
hotel.
Gett off…23 positions in
a one night stand…gett off…I’ll only call you after if you say I can…gett off…let a woman be a
woman and a man be a man…gett off…if you want to baby here I am…
Justin ran up the
six flights of steps to their floor, ignoring the elevator. He was amazed to
find tears running down his face. Dammit…now Lance would never even TALK to him
again. Good one, Justin. Just blurt out
that you want his ass bad, and that you left Britney for him. Wonderful. He skidded to a stop in the hallway as he
saw Lance leaning against Justin’s hotel room door. Apparently Lance wasn’t drunk
enough. He looked pissed.
“Unlock it.” Justin did as Lance requested and
Lance walked into the room. Justin shut the door behind him. “Is this just some one night thing? Let’s
explore gay sex and then move on?” Lance snapped.
“N-no…Lance…I don’t…I…” Justin closed his eyes. “I
just want you…in every way.”
“Every way…how many positions do you know, Justin?”
Lance smirked, and Justin almost didn’t know him. This Lance was new and
unrecognizable.
“I…I…I mean outside of this. I want to be with
you.” Justin’s blue eyes were sincere.
Lance’s façade fell. “You’re
alone…I’m alone…I want to be with you.”
“You want to fuck me…that’s what you mean, right?”
Lance looked confused.
“No…well…yeah, hell yeah…but more…why is that so
hard to believe?”
“You’re Justin…you can have anyone…I’m just…”
“God, Lance, shut up, okay?” Justin said
angrily. “I’m not all that…and if
you’re not interested, fine. Forget I said anything and we’ll just go on as we
were.” Justin glared at him.
“You think about me.”
“Yes.”
“You want me.”
Justin swallowed deeply. “Yes.”
Lance’s hands were up in Justin’s curls as his lips
nibbled on Justin’s ear. “I’ve thought about…dreamt about…but I never…”
“For God’s sake, shut UP, Lance!” Justin murmured,
running his hands over the body he had fantasized about. “I don’t want to talk now.”
“No talking…oh Jesus GOD no talking…” Lance gasped
as Justin fumbled with the snap of his jeans and began to peel them off. Lance
stepped out of them and pulled his shirt up and off.
“Been wanting this for so long…” Justin admitted,
running his hands over Lance’s naked body.
Lance just as quickly pulled Justin’s clothes off and began to pull
Justin to the bedroom. “No…Lance…here…I
can’t wait…” Justin had the need to take Lance as soon as possible…here…in the
living room…wherever he could get him HOWEVER he could get him.
Lance fell to his knees, taking Justin’s hard cock
in his hands. His mouth was hot and wet
as it surrounded him, and Justin let out a low moan. He couldn’t keep from
pushing at the back of Lance’s head, pushing that warmth around him harder and
deeper. Justin felt himself getting
close, so he pulled at Lance, getting Lance to stand up.
Lance turned around, pushing his naked body back
against Justin. Justin growled as his cock hit Lance’s backside. Lance teasingly moved his hips so he could
grind against Justin. Justin slid his hands up over Lance’s chest, picking at
Lance’s nipples. Lance turned his head to kiss Justin, his lips pulling at
Justin’s tongue. Justin forced Lance to
take a few steps forward, making Lance lose his balance and fall over the arm
of the sofa. Justin smiled. Just where he wanted him.
Justin licked a line down Lance’s spine, and when
he reached the bottom he carefully spread Lance, licking and sucking until
Lance was screaming for him not to stop.
A finger slowly went inside, then two.
“Fuck…Justin…yes…more…” Lance panted, grinding himself against the
cushion of the sofa. He rode Justin’s
fingers, panting and begging for more until Justin was about to cum just from
the sound of Lance’s voice.
He pulled away and Lance whimpered. Justin walked
around the sofa, grabbing the cushions and pulling them to the floor. “Lay
down,” he ordered, and Lance quickly obeyed.
He started to lay on his stomach, but Justin shook his head. Surprisingly flexible, Lance pulled his legs
up until his knees were almost at his head.
Justin held out his hand, and Lance licked the palm, getting it wet.
Justin used that hand to lube his cock, and he carefully inched it into Lance. “Lance…” Justin whispered, burying himself
inside.
“More…more…” Lance begged, his head thrown back.
“More…”
Justin had fucked
Lance on the floor, over the back of the sofa, and onto the floor again, and he
was surprisingly not even close to cumming. And he wasn’t gonna let Lance cum,
either. He wanted to torture him the way HE had been tortured for months,
watching Lance smile and sing and breathe and never even THINKING he had a
chance with him. Lance finally took the
upper hand.
“You’re an evil bastard,” Lance growled, pushing
Justin until HE was flat on his back on the floor. He straddled Justin’s waist, lowering himself down onto Justin’s
cock. He pinned Justin’s arms to the
floor and began to ride him…hard. “And
you’re gonna cum.”
“Oh…Lance…no…” Justin moaned, writhing. “So good…so tight…”
“If you ever want this again, Justin, you’re gonna
cum,” Lance said, lowering his voice even more then Justin thought possible.
Justin whimpered, shivers racing through his body. “You’re gonna cum for me if
you ever wanna fuck me again…”
“Lance…God…oh…” Justin began to pant, thrusting up
into Lance.
“If you wanna see ME cum…you’d better cum for me…”
Lance said in a convincing tone. Justin let out a shout and finally came,
shooting up into Lance as he whimpered Lance’s name. Before Justin was even finished, Lance had a hold of his own
cock, stroking and moaning until he came as well, all over Justin’s chest. He reached
a hand down, dampened it, and gave it to Justin to suck clean, which
Justin did, willingly. Justin pulled
Lance down into a passionate kiss, then finally released him. Lance moved to
sit on the floor, leaning against the sofa.
“Wow,” Justin said softly. “That was better then
any fantasy.”
“You really want more?” Lance asked, and Justin nodded. “This isn’t a one night stand?”
“Unless you don’t want me to call you tomorrow
morning to have breakfast together…” Justin said nervously. Lance finally smiled.
“No, I don’t. Because I want to stay here
tonight.” He got up and went to the
bedroom, scratching his head and yawning.
Justin followed, a smile slowly crossing his face.
The
End
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