Nine
“I'm
so sorry,” JC said breathlessly as he ran in the door. Pencil scattered in his
wake. “The light was so good…”
“Don't
worry about it,” Lance told him, kissing his cheek. “What'd you get?”
JC
bashfully opened his notebook and flipped through it. “Here.”
Lance
looked at the rough sketches of a couple on a bench. Two men, one blond and one
brunette, shared a newspaper. “Wow. Amazing how they look just like us.”
“They
did!” JC insisted, then laughed. “Well, maybe not THAT much. But it was obvious
that they were a couple.
“So…what
should we do for dinner?” Lance asked. “There's an awesome four-star restaurant
on the corner.”
“If
that's what you want.”
“Or,”
Lance said, watching JC carefully, “we could go over a few blocks. There's an
avenue full of cafes where street musicians wander up and down.”
JC's
face lit up. “That's perfect.”
Lance took JC's hands in his, kissing them.
He rubbed his thumbs over the smudges from JC's pencil. “Just make sure to take
a shower, okay?”
Lance
looked at JC, who was tapping his fingers on his knees. His dessert was
practically untouched, because the street musicians continually distracted him.
Lance was glad that he had remembered to grab a handful of cash for tips. The
more excited JC became, the more Lance tipped that particular performer. “This
is the best time I've had in ages,” Lance said finally.
“Really?”
JC turned to look at him. “Why?”
“I'm
just…different with you, Josh. It's like I can be myself. No pretending.”
“I
finally feel that way, too,” JC admitted. “It was hard to get past the whole
celebrity thing in the beginning, but now…”
“I
bet,” Lance said almost sadly. JC reached over to take Lance's hand.
“That's
not an issue. Not here, not now,” JC said, and it was true. No one had even
approached Lance for an autograph.
Lance squeezed JC's hand and looked into his
eyes. “Ready to get outta here?”
JC
barely made it into the suite before Lance was pressing him against the door.
“Damn,” JC said, his knees weak.
Lance's
hands cupped JC's face as he kissed him. “No one's ever made me feel the way
you do.”
“I
know,” JC gasped as Lance's teeth found his neck.
Lance
growled and hooked his finger through JC's belt loop. He tugged JC towards the
bedroom. “Want you,” he mumbled.
JC
forgot the fact that Lance was an award-winning celebrity. He could only
concentrate on the feeling of Lance's teeth against his skin. Lance was being
unusually rough, and JC loved it. He was just as fierce, pulling at Lance's
shirt and pants.
When
they were naked, Lance shoved JC onto the bed face first. JC groaned into the
pillow as Lance licked down his spine. He gasped and arched his back as Lance
licked down further. Lance reached around to stroke JC, and JC shakily got up
on his hands and knees. Lance moaned, his tongue flicking in and out.
Lance
moved away suddenly, and JC unconsciously whimpered. He felt a familiar
coolness and then Lance's fingers slid inside. JC hissed and arched up again.
“You want this, don't you, baby?” Lance whispered. He leaned across JC's back
to talk into his ear. “You want me?”
“Yes,”
JC pleaded. “NEED you.”
The
fingers began to move harder and faster. JC began to rock against them. “That's
right,” Lance said approvingly.
“Fuck
me,” JC begged. Lance groaned again and reached for the condom and lubricant.
Lance
fisted his hands in JC's hair as he slid inside. He didn't even have to move.
JC immediately began to bounce back and forth. “Ah…yeah…fuck my cock…” Lance
hissed.
“So…good…”
JC panted, slamming back.
“Fuck!”
Lance exclaimed, grasping JC's hips to pull him back with more force. JC used
one hand to jerk himself. Lance pushed that hand away and bent over him. “Cum
for me, baby.” He pumped JC firmly. JC began to shudder. “Fucking cum, Josh.”
JC
grunted and came. Lance finally allowed himself to let go as he came as well.
JC collapsed to the bed and Lance slowly rolled to the side. JC let out some
sort of gurgling sound, then rolled to bury his face in the pillow.
“Josh?
I…I…didn't hurt you, did I?” Lance asked, tentatively stroking JC's back. JC
shook his head in the negative. “I just…wanted you…loved you…wanted every inch
of you to be mine.”
JC
rolled to look at Lance. “I am yours. Every inch. And you didn't hurt me.”
Lance smiled with relief. “Of course, you MAY have to take me to that charity
dinner in a wheelchair…”
Lance
reached over to yank at JC's hair, then pulled him in for a tender kiss.
