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Chris realized that Lance loved him, in
the Barry White kind of way, while they were all in London, participating
in a charity concert with nine other bands. It wasn’t a big surprise,
Chris knew he was fairly loveable, he was funny and chicks dug that, and
his body wasn’t too shabby either as long as he didn’t stand next to
Justin for extended periods of time. This was good news for the most part,
because he had always liked weird, laid back Lance, who was especially fun
when he got into annoying Joey. Annoying Joey was one of Chris’s
favourite past-times, after all, and all good couples were obligated to
have something in common.
So it was with all this in mind that Chris strolled over to Lance’s
hotel room after a long shower, and a quick call in to room service.
London had great chocolate and kick-ass wine in all their hotels.
Lance opened the door almost right away, a pen in his mouth and a sheaf of
papers in his hand. Behind him on the table were his laptop, and more
papers and open folders.
“Good,” Chris said cheerfully, bumping Lance on his way into the room.
“You’re not busy.”
“Actually … “
“I figured we could hang out and do something fun. You know, maybe go
see something London-y, a museum or something.”
“You’re not allowed into the museums here anymore, remember? The silly
string and the Campbell’s tomato soup?” Lance closed the door behind
him and walked back to his table.
Chris wrinkled his brow. “Oh, right, they’re still holding a grudge
about that, huh?”
“Well, if I remember the curator right, he said something along the
lines of ‘no Kirkpatrick ever for a jillion, kabillion years’. Which,
by the way, sounds much more funny when said with an English accent.”
“Okay. No museum then. A park, a café. I’ll buy you some English
muffins.” Chris’s look was thoughtful. “Actually, here they’re
probably just called ‘muffins’. Huh, how do you suppose they tell the
difference between a regular muffin and an English
muffin?” Chris threw his arms out cheerfully. “We can go find out!”
Lance saved the work on his laptop, just in case anything that happened
from this point out would result in him possibly losing it. “Why don’t
you go with Justin or Joey?” he asked. “Or JC?”
“I want to go with you,” Chris said. “My Bass-man, my little English
crumpet.”
“If you ever call me that again … “
Chris laughed and reached out to tug on Lance’s arm. “Come on, let’s
go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”
Lance yanked his arm away. “Chris! This has to be done in two days!”
“Then why the Hell are you working on it today?” Chris said.
“Because that’s how I do things. What’s up with you? Someone spike
your Ritalin? Besides, I’m beat, rehearsals were hard, I just want to
stay in.” Lance’s expression was edging towards a frown so Chris knew
he was serious.
“Fine,” Chris sighed, sitting on the bed. “I’ll just jump ahead to
the fun part of the evening then.” He started to remove his shirt.
Lance watched blankly for a moment, waiting for Chris to stop, or explain
himself. When Chris’s shirt fell to the floor and he reached for his
pants, Lance held up a hand. “Hold it right there, freak, what the heck
do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting naked. To initiate the sex.”
Lance coughed and coughed and got up to go to the washroom where he drank
a glass of water. When he came back out Chris was in his boxers. “Not
sex with ME, I hope.”
“Well, of course you, who else?” Chris stood, completely
unselfconscious, with a puddle of clothing at his feet. “You don’t see
anyone else in the room, do you?”
“No, no I don’t,” Lance agreed. “All I see is a clearly insane
man, and if I were to look in the mirror I would see a very scared me.
WHAT makes you think WE’RE going to have sex?”
Chris spread out his arms widely. “Because you love me!”
“Ha!”
“Right, see, you love me for my sense of humour.” Chris threw himself
down on the hotel bed where he bounced once before settling. “I wanted
to woo you, but since you don’t want to go out – we can skip right to
the good stuff.”
Arms crossed, Lance looked down at Chris silently.
“It will be good,” Chris said.
Lance continued to stare.
Chris patted the spot on the bed next to him. “Lancey pants?”
Nothing.
Chris squinted. “See, this is what I feared, you are so stunned and in
awe of my magnificent body, which you have wanted and yearned after for so
long, you are speechless! Frozen to the spot and unable to react! Oh woe
is me and my manly prowess … !”
Lance smirked and shook his head. “Chris, get dressed.”
“It’s because I’m a sex god, right? You’re afraid that you won’t
measure up?” Chris scooted up on the bed and lay on his side, with one
leg bent and the other splayed out. “I’ll go easy on you. Rwar.”
Lance laughed now, his arms uncrossing as he looked down at Chris who was
baring his teeth and posing in a way even he must have known wasn’t
sexy. “Right, you a sex god. Hardly.”
“Then why not? I mean, it’ll be fun,” Chris smiled brightly.
“Huh,” Lance said. “No, I don’t think so.”
Sitting up some more, Chris scratched his chest, just above the nipple.
“Maybe I need to appeal to your logic, your sense of business.”
“Right. You can try.” Lance looked behind him briefly before sitting
back down on the chair in front of the table. “But this ought to be
good, go for it, I’m all ears.” He adopted his ‘Business’ pose,
slumped slightly to the right with a finger resting against his chin.
Chris rubbed his hands together eagerly. “Well. We both like sex,
we’re both relatively hot – one of us more than the other – and we
both have some time to waste. It’s not like this is going to take all
night.”
“Yeah, but in those two minutes I could finish this page of reading.”
Chris threw a pillow at Lance who ducked and laughed. “It’ll be
fun.”
“It’ll be messy, I just showered.”
“So did I! See how much we’re alike? I propose this will also
strengthen our friendship and give us a deeper understanding about each
other. It’ll be a learning experience.”
Lance tapped his chin. “Interesting. Your proposal has merit. I’m
still not completely convinced though. What if I’m not satisfied with my
experience? Do I get any sort of compensation for time lost and services
rendered?”
Chris scowled. “You won’t be disappointed, Kirkpatrick guarantee and
seal of approval.”
“Last time you gave the Kirkpatrick guarantee, Justin ended up with a
bald patch.”
“That was an anomaly, and I made up for that.”
Lance grunted. “Well, what about this stuff about my loving you? Where
do you get that from?”
Eyes brightening, Chris smiled. “I have my ways.”
“More like you finally got a clue.”
“Either one.”
Lance grunted again. “Your proposal has merit, I should get an outside
party to look it over once you get it written up before any definitive
decisions are made though.”
A pound on the bed with his fists caused the springs to bounce and Chris
shook his head. “Uh huh, this is one of those time-bracket deals, you
gotta choose NOW.”
“But I don’t want to choose now, I don’t like making hasty
decisions.”
Flailing his arms, Chris was starting to get horny and a little cold.
Lance was still wearing his clothes and that was really annoying, Chris
hated clothes. If it were up to Chris, Lance would be naked all the time.
And Justin. And JC. Maybe Joey, too. Kevin could be naked as well, but not
if his cousin was around, because that was creepy. And that guy in the Old
Navy commercials. And …
A shoe hit Chris on the side of the head and fell over onto the other side
of the bed. “Ow! Motherfuck!” He rubbed the side of his head
and looked at Lance with a pout. “Why, man, why?”
“Because, you went off into your own world when you should be telling me
why this would be a lucrative business deal.”
Chris was getting kind of sad. He had really been counting on a little
more co-operation here - after all, Lance was supposed to be the one in
love with him and therefore the one trying to convince Chris to
have sex. Not that Chris didn’t love Lance – Lance was quirky and fun
and kind of silly when he wanted to be. He was cool, too, like the popular
kids at school who weren’t so popular that they never gave the
regular kids the time of day. Lance also had a nice body one that Chris
had really looked forward to getting under, not that that seemed like it
was going to happen now. Chris really couldn’t think of any other
reasons for Lance to sleep with him.
“Chris.”
Chris looked up and blinked at Lance.
Lance gestured with a smirk. “I need my shoe back.”
Sighing, Chris nodded and rubbed his head once more before bending over
the side of the bed and retrieving it. He came back and turned to hand it
to Lance, but dropped it quickly onto the mattress, his jaw falling with
it.
Lance was still wearing his smirk, but that was about all he was wearing.
“How’d you get naked so fast!” Chris yelled. “Holy shit, you’re
like the Flash!” His mind was buzzing oddly, his cheeks felt really hot
right then, but not in the usual blushy way. Chris wasn’t much of a
blusher anyway. “Do it again!”
“I think you’re really focusing on the wrong thing here, Chris,”
Lance said, his legs still parted and his finger still against his chin.
Chris really didn’t think he was focusing on the wrong thing at all at
that particular moment. Lance seemed to be acres of creamy soft flesh and
smooth, unblemished curves.
Chris swallowed and blinked a few times, looking Lance up and down. He had
hot friends. It made him happy. Smiling, Chris patted the spot on the bed
next to him again. “How ‘bout you come over here.”
Standing smoothly, Lance walked over and kneeled on the bed spread, his
hands down at his sides, not hiding anything, not ashamed or shy in the
least. Chris felt drunk and giddy, his eyes bright as he took everything
in like he didn’t know where to begin first.
He touched Lance’s hip lightly and giggled at the warm, warm skin.
“I can’t believe you’re actually … “
”I can’t believe you said all that shit.” Lance smiled and put a
hand on Chris’s shoulder, but that was it. He seemed to be waiting.
Chris got to his knees as well, his hand still on Lance’s hip, which
seemed to fit in his palm perfectly, and leaned in to search out Lance’s
mouth with his own.
Then there it was: the first kiss.
Chris felt happy, ridiculously happy. Somewhere inside his stomach, things
were blooming and warming his body, his hands wanted to be everywhere at
once but he managed to keep everything still except for his lips and
tongue which tasted and sucked and explored Lance’s mouth. He felt like
he was getting away with something, like he had Lance under some spell or
hypnosis, but Chris knew it was himself who was losing control.
Pulling back with a slight wet sound, Lance was the last to open his eyes,
and he smiled, one eyebrow arching slightly. “Not bad. I like how things
are going so far.”
“See, what’d I tell you.” Chris moved his hand to the small of
Lance’s back, his fingers twitching to move further down but he managed
to hold off for a moment longer when he pulled Lance close, moaning when
he felt Lance’s cock touch his, pressing along his thigh. “Damn.”
“Yeah.” Lance’s eyes were heavy-lidded, drooping almost closed as
his hand tightened on Chris’s shoulder. He shifted his hips a little,
creating a delicious friction that made Chris swallow and lick his lips.
“How ‘bout we … “ Lance turned Chris slightly and pushed on his
shoulder, landing them on the bed with Lance on top. Lance grinned and
Chris thought those shiny white teeth had never looked so pretty.
“You’re pretty.”
“You’re not. But you are pretty sexy.” Lance kissed him again and
Chris laughed and wriggled around until Lance bit down and he went still,
feeling the bite of pearls into his lip.
“Sexy’s good.” Chris’s hand finally drifted down, touched the
soft, perfect curve of Lance’s ass and moved around, squeezing and
rubbing. “I think if I were really small I would want to build a house
on your ass and live there.”
Lance laughed loudly, the sound clear and beautiful so close to Chris’s
ear and Chris laughed as well. “Oh,” Lance moved back against
Chris’s hand and Chris’s erection perked up as if trying to follow
Lance’s shifting hips, “so is that what you’re doing back there?
Landscaping?”
Chris grinned. “Maybe. If real estate were to ever open up here, let me
know.” He bit Lance’s shoulder, a teasing brush of his own teeth, and
spread his knees so Lance fell into his lap.
“Right, right, whatever you say, freak,” Lance smiled. Then he started
to rock forward and back and Chris was lost. His throat closed up to block
any words and he was moving back with him, feeling his skin heat at the
contact and his pulse race. It was like running so hard it would be more
painful to stop than keep going.
“Lance.” Chris slid his hand back to Lance’s hips, opened his mouth
to Lance’s tongue, and sped up the pace, trying to get the friction of
Lance’s cock harder against his, trying to swallow him whole and engulf
his entire body. This wasn’t sex, it was cannibalism and Chris was
ravenous, his head racing and fizzling out as his body hummed.
“Fuck.” Lance’s voice was a breathy moan. “Wait, wait.” Chris
was about to protest but then realized Lance’s hand was reaching for the
bedside drawer and his fingertips were prying it open.
Still breathing heavy, Chris licked at Lance’s shoulders and neck,
tasting and swallowing. The smooth dips that gathered salt, the hard
muscles that flexed, the soft skin that gave way to his barest touches –
Chris felt weak. When Lance finally got out the condom and lube, the foil
package falling away and slicked fingers digging into him with gentle but
insistent pushes, Chris felt like the strongest person in the world. He
could move mountains, he could lift cars, and all because Lance was about
to fuck him.
Chris wondered if that had been in the fine print of the contract, and why
Lance hadn’t said anything before: Having sex with Lance will result in
superpowers! Chris laughed giddly, breathlessly against Lance’s throat
as two fingers, slick and long, braided in and out of him.
“Oh shit,” Chris panted. He could feel the coiled muscles of Lance’s
forearm against his side as he pumped his fingers in and out, in and out.
“Lance. Okay, now. Now, now, now.” He laughed again and thought: this
was just the way he wanted it to be.
Lance laughed as well, his hand shaking slightly as he withdrew his hand
and wiped it on the bed sheet. The next kiss was sound, hard: a prelude, a
coming attraction. Chris held his breath, spread his legs some more and
wound his arms around Lance’s neck. He nodded, and Lance was inside.
Inside, inside.
Chris was white, floating, burning. The pain was expected but still sharp,
and Lance suddenly seemed five times bigger than he was, and so strong and
controlled. Lance’s hips gave way to the barest of trembles as he pushed
in slow, one hand braced by Chris’s head and the other on Chris’s hip.
It felt surreal, deep, amazing. Their moans mingled in the air, the sound
harmonizing together as Lance was suddenly flush against him and Chris’s
legs were around his waist.
After that, there was very little sound, just the steady squeak of
mattress coils, and the occasional whispered name or gasp for breath.
Chris kissed Lance as much as he could, as much as his lungs would let
him, and even then he ignored the need for oxygen. He wanted everything
now now now and that included Lance’s mouth, that perfect mouth that
gave way so easily to his urgency.
The thrusts were coming faster and harder now, the bed frame tapping
lightly against the wall as Chris gripped the sheets and squeezed his eyes
shut. Lance’s mouth was by his neck and the hollow of his shoulder,
whispering and kissing. Chris tightened his knees, met each thrust, and
his other hand dug into Lance’s shoulder blade.
It was the first touch of Lance’s fingers, the same fingers that had
been inside him before, against his dick that made Chris lurch and trash
around, his head thrown back against the pillows as he cried out a name
that had never been associated with this before, but now forever would be.
No way would he look at Lance the same way now, no matter what he had
thought going in, no fucking way. And that was perfectly fine with him.
Chris panted, breathing hard and flushed all over. His eyes were wide and
staring as Lance bit his lip, feeling Lance’s shudder as if it were his
own, and then he went still, his grip relaxing, his face calming. Chris
let out another giggle.
“Shit, Bass. Hot damn.”
Lance smiled, eyes still closed, hair spiky with sweat, and his colour
hectic. Chris thought he was the most beautiful thing ever. “Yeah.”
Lance shifted his hips and Chris winced briefly, watched Lance curl up
against him after he tied off the condom and dropped it in the trash next
to the bed. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.”
Chris laughed and hugged Lance close, kissed his shoulder. “I didn’t
tell you about the fine print.”
“Oh?” Lance cracked open one eye, his body limp and sated. “And what
was in the fine print?”
“A long term contract.”
“Well,” Lance said, closing his eyes again, his lips on Chris’s
shoulder as he started to drift off. “I guess I could agree to that.”
Chris smiled.
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