“JC…man,” Joey pounded on the bathroom door, “if you want to see your girlfriend you’d best get your ass out of the shower, she’s on next.”
A heavy thud, followed by a loudly exclaimed, “Shit!” had Joey turning to smile at Lance and Chris. When he turned back to pound on the door again, he barely missed getting plowed over by a wet JC.
“DUDE!” Chris yelled as he covered his eyes, “fix your towel man, there are some things I just do not need to see, and your little friend there is one of them.”
JC did as instructed, before settling on the bed. When the TV went from commercial to the theme music for The View, he flapped his arms to quiet them, “Oh, oh, shhhhh, she’s coming on.”
Lance smiled at the picture JC made lying across the middle of the bed, chin in hand, a thousand watt smile gracing his elegant features, his wet hair curling wildly around his face. His wet, dripping hair Lance noted, before he made his way to the bathroom for a towel.
“Here,” he tossed it at JC before resuming his place in the bedside chair, “dry your hair before you soak the comforter.”
When JC just smiled absently and then returned his attention to the television, Lance rose, took the towel and ran it over JC’s head himself.
“You need a keeper,” Lance told him as he dropped the towel back around his neck.
JC, his eyes riveted to the screen, appeared to not hear him, or even be aware that anyone else was in the room with him for that matter. For the last three years he’d had a crush, a huge crush on Olivia Deslauier, the actress whose face was now filling the television screen. He’d seen, and forced the others to see, her last four movies more times than any of them cared to think about, and if you let him, he could, and did, talk about her for hours on end.
She was a beautiful girl and a fairly decent actress, still Lance wasn’t sure either of those facts warranted JC’s preoccupation with her, and preoccupied he was. He bought every magazine she appeared in, caught every show she was on, whether she was on it for two seconds or two hours, and not only did he watch them live, he also taped them so that he could watch it over and over again. He knew everything there was to know about her, where she was born, who her parents were, what her favorite foods, music, and movies were, and Lance knew, a zillion other things that he wouldn’t have a clue about.
It was cute, in a JC sort of way, and they all indulged him in his obsession, though they also teased him about it, mercilessly. It was not uncommon for Joey, whenever Olivia’s name was mentioned, to pretend to swoon, and Chris loved to drive JC crazy by walking in front of the television a zillion times whenever JC was watching one of her tapes, or movies, though Lance had to give him credit, he never did that during a live show, like the one they were watching now. JC’s adoration of her was so sweet that, though the guys teased him, they got into it just as much as he did sometimes. Take today for instance, they’d all been out partying with Joey’s family until the wee hours of the morning, celebrating the upcoming release of JC’s solo album, and here it was just eleven in the morning and they’d all gotten up to be in JC’s room to watch the show with him. Granted, none of them were dressed, and they would all probably head back to bed when Olivia’s part in the show was over, but still they were here, with the exception of Justin.
He was currently still on tour in support of his first solo venture, though Lance was sure that he would be watching the show along with JC from wherever he was. It was a tradition, one that none of them would miss if they could help it, especially if they could be in the same room with JC watching him watch her.
It was priceless the way he would sigh whenever they showed a close up of Olivia. He laughed when she laughed, clucked his tongue over questions that he obviously thought inappropriate, listened intently when she spoke, and smiled in approval whenever she talked of her parents and how close they were.
JC adored her, and that, in turn, made him adorable…especially to…JC giggled then, drawing Lance’s attention away from his thoughts and back to him. As Lance watched, JC’s eyes widened and his mouth formed a surprised O. Lance didn’t have to tune into the television to know what was causing his reaction, he’d called Star personally to ask for a favor, and he had no doubt that she was, at that moment, carrying it out.
Olivia, at Star’s request would be attending JC’s party that evening, and unless someone, Lance shifted his glance to where Joey and Chris were sitting on the other side of the bed, spilled the beans, JC would never know that Lance had anything to do with it. From the bland looks he received from both men before they began to thump JC on the back, he knew he’d have no worries out of them. As for Justin, well…Lance looked down at his watch and waited for the phone to ring… he knew there’d be no problem there either.
Lance counted to five in his head, then smiled when JC’s cell went off right on schedule. Knowing that JC wasn’t going to move from his spot in front of the television, Lance answered it for him.
“Lo?”
“Is he still breathing, or did the shock of it kill him?” Justin drawled in greeting.
“He’s still breathing,” Lance looked over at a wide-eyed JC, “barely.”
“I’m surprised he’s not bouncing off the ceiling.”
“Give him time,” Lance replied dryly, “give him time.”
“Do you think he knows you had anything to do with it,” Justin wanted to know.
“Not a clue.”
“You should tell him, dude. Cause you know if you did…”
“Nah, not necessary…I’m good.” And so was JC, now that he had something else to think about besides the imminent release of his first solo album. He’d been beyond stressed, not so much over how many copies it would sell, but over what people would think of it. He’d put his heart and soul into every single song on the release, and more than anything else, JC wanted everyone to love them as much as he did. Numbers meant nothing to him, opinions did. If the critics trashed his album, if the fans bought it, but didn’t embrace it, JC would be crushed, and though Lance didn’t believe for one minute any of that would happen, he knew in the back of JC’s mind the possibility existed. He’d wanted, more than anything, to make JC think of something other than that for just a little while. All it took was one look at JC’s shining smile to know that he’d succeeded.
“Is he coherent enough to talk to me, ya think,” Justin asked, “or should I call him back later?”
“He should be good, it’s just about over now. Chris and Joey are getting ready to head on out, and I’m gonna hit the shower, so you guys will have time to talk.”
“Cool, and I’ll keep him distracted, promise.”
“Thanks, J.”
“No, prob. Now let me talk to the man before he starts bouncing.”
Lance waited until JC was happily talking to Justin before he followed Chris and Joey to the door. “What are you guys up to now?”
“Breakfast first,” Joey answered.
Chris followed with, “Then a nap. I’m not as young as I used to be, and if I’m going to be partying with C until the wee hours again, I need to recharge my batteries.”
“We’re all still going to meet for dinner at eight,” Lance asked.
Chris nodded, “Absolutely.”
“You’re going to keep him away from the papers and stuff until tonight, right?” Joey inquired.
“I’m going to do my best,” Lance assured him. “It’s not going to be easy, but I’ve got a few other things up my sleeve to distract him with.”
“I’m not even going to ask.” Chris shook his head. “Cause there are some things I’m just better off not knowing.”
In unison Lance and Joey rolled their eyes at him. “Whatever, Chris. Just make sure you’re downstairs in the lobby at eight, I’ll take care of everything else.”
The three men hugged before heading their separate ways, with Lance throwing one last glance at JC before heading off to take a much-needed shower. His mind was fuzzy from lack of sleep, and he still felt as if he carried the lingering smell of the club they’d gone to the night before with him, though he’d showered quickly before dropping into bed earlier this morning.
With a flick of his wrist he had hot water flowing, and he groaned at how good it felt when he stepped under the spray. He took a moment, letting the warmth of the water seep into him, before he began the process of cleaning up. If he were going to keep JC occupied for the next eight hours, he was going to need a clear head, and a long hot shower was the first step towards gaining that. Turning, he let the water cascade over his head, the beat of it drowning out the world outside its smoky glass walls.
He rolled his shoulders, dropped his chin to his chest, hoping to ease the tension in his neck and then nearly jumped out of his skin when long slender fingers began to knead his flesh.
His heart skidded in panic until he realized that he knew that touch, knew the feel of the hands massaging his skin, and though his heart still pounded in reaction to being scared half to death, he leaned into the warmth of the body behind him.
“Mmm, this is a nice surprise.”
“Yeah,” a soft, breathy voice asked, “you like?”
“I do,” Lance tilted his head to the side, exposing the side of his neck, “very much.”
“Good.” Warm lips replaced firm fingers on his skin, as supple arms pulled him close. “You taste incredible,” JC’s sexy, desired filled voice whispered over his ear.
Lance turned his head, wanting to capture those torturous lips with his own. Two wet, sleek mouths met, melded, and then parted to seek more. The heat in the shower rose by several degrees as Lance suckled greedily on the tongue in his mouth. Desire pooled low in his belly when he turned and their slick bodies rubbed intimately together. It was a scene they’d played out many times before, and he knew the sounds, tastes, and movements of this dance well. Touching was a necessity, so he slicked his hands greedily down and over his lovers warm, wet skin. He knew just where to linger, and for how long. The softest of touches here, a firm long stroke there, and he had his lover writhing with desire and calling his name.
“Lance…baby…please.”
“Please what?” Lance asked, his low, throaty voice echoing off the shower walls. “Tell me what you need.” He skimmed his fingers around to tangle in wet, silky curls. “Tell me what you need, Josh. Tell me.”
“You…I need you to touch me. God…” JC groaned when Lance did just that, “Oh…ohhhhh…yes.”
Lance growled low in his throat when his hand circled low and he found what pleasured he and JC most. “Like this baby,” He asked, as he covered JC from tip to base with one sure stroke, “Is this what you need?”
“Please,” JC whimpered, as his head dropped back in pleasure, “Please.”
There was nothing that JC could ask that Lance wouldn’t do for him, especially when he was needy and vulnerable like this. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” Lance ground out as he took in the sight before him. JC, flushed, his beautiful curls clinging damply to his neck and shoulders, that gorgeous mouth slightly parted, just waiting to be kissed, and his body, that lithe, tightly sculpted body, arching, begging to be loved.
“I love you,” Lance moaned, as he took JC by the hips and ground their erections together. Again, their mouths met in a carnal dance of lips, teeth and tongue. They both groaned when Lance pulled away, he had other plans for his mouth, plans that he knew JC would love. Slowly, frustratingly, he made his way down JC’s neck to that sweet spot just below his collarbone. Lingering there, he took pleasure in the soft breathy sighs falling from his lover’s lips. They drove him on as he licked his way over JC’s chest, laving attention on first one pert nipple and then the other. No sound was sweeter than the soft mewling noise JC made when Lance knelt before him, and circled his belly button with his tongue.
“Patience,” Lance chuckled, when JC fisted a hand in his hair, urging him on. “We have nothing but time,” he reminded him, and Lance planned on using every second of it to pleasure them both.
“Lance,” JC sobbed his partners name when his warm breath feathered over JC’s erection, and then his hips bucked, hard, when Lance took the tip, just the tip of it into his hot, moist mouth.
“Mmmm,” Lance moaned, and JC felt the shock of it run through his body. He was on fire, from the tips of his toes to the ends of his wildly curling hair, he tingled, but the core of him, the center, where Lance greedily suckled, burned. It was torture, the way Lance was slowly, firmly running his tongue around and over him.
His entire world centered on the man kneeling in front of him, and what he was doing with his greedy mouth. JC could feel his orgasm building, and when Lance took him deep into the recess of his throat, he came hard, his head thrown back, as he moaned his lover’s name, “Lance…Lance.”
Lance held on to JC’s slim hips as his orgasm slammed through his body, and he shot deep into Lance’s throat. He swallowed thirstily, before sliding his tongue up JC’s length to lick him clean. He was careful to catch every drop before easing away and to his feet, his eyes catching the dazed ones of JC as he did.
“Come here,” JC ordered, and then when Lance didn’t move fast enough to suit him, grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him close. “You’re fucking incredible, “ he ground out, just before closing his mouth over Lance’s. He could taste himself there, on Lance’s tongue, and the thought of why zinged straight from his brain to his groin. “Want you,” he groaned, pulling Lance’s head back to lick one long line up his throat. His lips made their way back to suck and bite at Lance’s Adams apple, knowing he would leave a mark as he did, and not caring. He wanted his mark there, so that later when they were in a room crowded with people he would see it and know that Lance belonged to him.
“Mine,” he murmured as he linked his fingers with Lance’s and brought them to the wall above Lance’s head. He held them there with one hand, and used the other to slowly, tortuously explore Lance’s compact, muscular body. When he found his lovers hot, throbbing erection and fisted it, Lance tried to tug his hands free but JC was having none of that. “Oh no baby, it’s my turn.” He nipped at Lance’s jaw, then moved up to breathe in his ear, “I’m going to return the favor by blowing your…mmmm, mind, and then,” his tongue darted out to lick Lance’s lobe, “then I’m going to make us both happy and fuck you.”
“Jesus…Josh.”
JC’s chuckle was evil, he knew exactly what his lover liked, and he wasn’t above teasing him with it if his doing so turned the heat up a few notches.
“You want me inside you, baby,” he asked, “is that what you want? Cause you know, if it is, all you have to do it ask?” When all Lance did was groan, JC shook his head, “No baby, you have to say it. Tell me what you want Lance, do you want me to blow you, or fuck you? Whatever you want I’ll do, but you have to tell me. Come on baby,” JC ran his thumb over the slick head of Lance’s erection, “tell me what you want.”
“Both,” Lance’s breath hitched at the thought, “I want you to do both.”
“Feeling greedy are we?” JC let go of his lover’s hand so that he could drop to his knees before him. “Well, isn’t it just so fucking convenient that you’re not the only one, because I want both, too.” He wrapped his hand around Lance’s cock, holding it tight before lowering his head to give them what they both wanted. “So hard,” he moaned, looking up into Lance’s flushed face as he did, “and so…so hot.”
He stopped talking then because he had much…much…better uses for his mouth. He knew what Lance liked, quick strong flicks of tongue over the head, before being sucked deep into a hot, tight mouth. JC also knew how to alternate the rhythm to draw Lance’s orgasm out, as he did now, deliciously torturing them both.
“Josh,” Lance wailed in protest, when JC abruptly stopped and licked his way back up Lance’s torso.
“I think,” JC turned Lance to face the wall, “that I don’t want you to come, until I’m fucking you.” He maneuvered Lance into the corner where there was both, a low seat, and a towel rack. “Don’t move,” he ordered, before he went to retrieve the two items he’d placed outside the stall. “I thought we might need these,” he told Lance, as he placed a small bottle of lube and a condom on the bench.
Lance shivered as he took in the items before him. Under normal circumstances JC liked Lance to make love to him, and though he did, on occasion, reciprocate, those occasions were rare. “I think, if,” he shuddered as JC took the bottle, uncapped it and spread some over his fingers, “you getting to meet Olivia is going to get you like this, then I…oooooh,” Lance groaned when one slick finger eased down to his tight opening and made it’s way slowly inside him.
“You like that, baby,” JC asked as he slipped another finger in to join the first.
“I…I…fuck,” Lance growled, when JC hit that oh so sweet spot.
“No, no fucking yet,” JC whispered in his ear, “but soon, baby. Soon.” He reached around to wrap his other hand around Lance’s rock hard dick. “I promise.”
Lance bowed his head and let himself just feel. A part of him never wanted this to end, but the other part, the part that was about to explode wanted to push back against the fingers JC had inside of him and shoot this load all over the wall in front of him. It was the thought of what he would miss if he did that, because he knew with the mood that JC was in right now, if he gave in and came now, JC wouldn’t give him what he wanted most, at least not until he’d tormented him for a while, that stopped him. He gripped the towel rack as if his life depended on it, and tried to focus his mind on anything, anything but his overwhelming desire to come.
His knuckles turned white with the effort when JC allowed his fingers to slip out so he could move in flush behind Lance and rub his cock in the cleft of Lance’s ass.
“Josh, I can’t,” he managed to get out between gritted teeth.
“Can’t what, baby? Can’t wait for me to bury myself so deep inside of you that you won’t be able to figure out where I end and you begin. Is that what you can’t wait for, Lance?”
“Yes,” Lance hissed, “Josh…I need…you…to…” Lance lost his train of thought when the tip of JC’s dick eased into him. He’d been concentrating so deeply on not coming, that he hadn’t noticed JC rolling the condom on.
“What do you need, Lance? Say it. Come on baby, say it.”
“I need you to fuck me. Ohhhh,” Lance moaned, when at his words, JC slid into him with one smooth stroke.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. So,” JC slipped almost completely out before thrusting back into the heat of Lance’s body again, “so good.”
He found an easy rhythm, one meant to prolong both their pleasure, as he wrapped one lean arm around Lance’s waist and smoothed the other up his bowed back. When Lance made a move to stroke his erection, JC stopped him, placing his hand back on the bar and covering it with his. “No touching,” he admonished, before roughly demanding, “Put your knee up on the bench.” That slight adjustment had him sliding deeper into Lance’s body. “Fuck…yeah,” JC mumbled, covering Lance’s other hand with his. Draped over his lovers back, holding him still with both his body and hands, he began to pump his hips harder, the skin of his groin slapping against Lance’s ass as he did.
Lance struggled to free his hands, wanting, needing, to touch himself, but JC’s grip was fierce, almost painful, and Lance couldn’t budge it.
“So fucking hot,” JC grunted against his ear, and then he moaned long and low when Lance clenched around him. “Fuck, baby…you’re gonna…kill me…” JC panted, “If you keep doing that.”
“Then let me go,” Lance pleaded.
JC bit down on the lobe of Lance’s ear. “Not even if you beg.” With that he picked up the pace, angling his hips so that with each thrust he hit Lance’s prostate. “I want you to come, just from me fucking you. Can you do that for me?” He leaned back far enough so that he could watch his dick slide in and out of Lance’s body. “I wish you could see us, too,” he told Lance, finding it unbearably erotic that he could. JC let his eyes travel to Lance’s flushed face, “Fuck, I wish you could see you. You are so fucking beautiful right now.” He dropped his head on Lance’s back as what he was feeling overwhelmed him. “I love you. Love you…love you.” JC whimpered, feeling his orgasm build, “Come for me, baby. I’m so ready, and I want you with me. Lance….Lance…Lance,” JC chanted as he felt his lovers body jerk with the power of his orgasm. “I…can’t…fuck…oh…oh…fuck.” JC finally released Lance’s hands so the he could grab his hips as he slammed into him one last time before letting his own release flow through him.
It took a few minutes for him to realize that he had Lance basically pinned to the corner with his weight. He pulled out; hissing when he backed up and the ice-cold spray of the shower hit him. Reaching around, he turned the dial up so that warm water flowed again, and then he gently reached for Lance and pulled him under the spray with him.
“You okay?” He asked, nuzzling along the curve of Lance’s neck.
“Mmm.” Lance turned his head until their cheeks bumped, and when JC raised his head, their lips met in a soft kiss.
Taking that for a yes, JC reached for a washcloth, squirted shower gel on it, and then began to run it over Lance’s body. “I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your shower,” he teased, “but when I hung up with J and heard it running, all I could think about was how much I wanted to be in here with you.”
“I don’t mind,” Lance answered, enjoying being pampered. “I’m curious though, as to what brought this,” he waggled his thumb between them, “all on.”
“I can’t make love with my boyfriend without there being a reason,” JC wanted to know.
“You can, and you did, earlier this morning.”
“So, I wanted you again, is that a problem?”
“No, no problem.” Lance shrugged JC’s hand off his shoulder and reached for the shampoo.
“Here,” JC reached for the bottle, “let me do that.” He poured a generous amount into his hand, and then began to massage it into Lance’s scalp. “My coming in here had nothing to do with Olivia, you know,” he spoke softly into the silence, when it hit him that maybe that’s what Lance had been hinting at earlier. “Or not in the way you’re thinking anyway.”
“I wasn’t thinking anything other than you usually don’t…” Lance looked over his shoulder at JC, “ya know, so I was just wondering why you were so all fired up to today.”
“Because you like it, and I know that I’m a greedy bastard who doesn’t do it for you anywhere near as often as you’d like.”
“Ahh, I see, and this suddenly just occurred to you today?”
“Well, no, but you’ve been doing so much to take care of me today.” Hell, everyday. “That I wanted to do something for you.”
“Okay,” Lance could buy that, because every once in a while JC did take his head out of the clouds to take a good look at what was going on around him, “but what does that have to do with Olivia?”
“Lance…” JC turned him so that they were facing each other. “I know what you did.”
Lance arched a brow. “Oh really, and what is it that you think I did?”
“You fixed it so that she’s coming to the party tonight…with Star.”
“Oh did I?”
“Yup, you did. And,” JC hurried on, “don’t go blaming J for spilling the beans either, cause he didn’t say a word. I knew the minute that Star issued the invitation to Olivia that it was you.”
“How?” Lance demanded, because he thought he’d been pretty sly about it, so how in the hell had JC found out.
“Because it’s what you do. You take care of me and make sure I have everything I need, and you knew that today I needed to think about anything but what this day means.”
“All this day means, Josh,” Lance placed his hands on JC’s cheeks, “is your talent finally getting the recognition it deserves.” He rubbed his lips softly over JC’s. “You need to stop thinking of it as anything else other than that.”
“I will now…because of you. You have so much faith in me, how could I not have it in myself? So, I wanted to love you, with my body, not just my heart, and show you just how much that means to me. Okay?”
Lance nodded, his forehead coming to rest against JC’s. “Okay.”
They spent several moments nestled together under the spray, until the water turned cool again, and JC began to shiver. In silence they toweled off, both content to be near the other, until Lance caught JC staring at him, “What?”
His eyes wide, JC asked, “What if she doesn’t like me?”
A chuckle started deep in Lance’s belly and worked its way through his body. “You’re a dork, you know that right?”
“But Lance, she’s…she’s…”
“Your crush, yes I am, trust me when I tell you, well aware of that.” Taking JC by the arm, Lance led him out of the bathroom and over to the bed. “I’ll tell you what, Josh, why don’t we take a little nap, and when we wake up, I promise, we’ll pick you out something to wear tonight that’ll knock that girl’s socks off.”
JC happily crawled under the covers with that thought in mind, and snuggled down next to Lance. Sighing, he turned to his side, spooning his body around Lance’s.
“Josh?”
Sleepy, JC mumbled, “What?” into Lance’s neck.
“Tonight, you know after you drool all over Olivia and we come back here, if you should feel the need to ahh, take care of me again, I wouldn’t object.”