Part 6


Lance smiled as the first ray of sunlight stretched across his room.  He’d actually woken up before his alarm clock when off;  it wasn’t like he’d slept much anyway.

He couldn’t stop thinking about JC, and how happy he’d been when JC’s lips met his…how his heart fluttered when JC told him they were perfect for each other.  

Tossing the covers aside, he hopped out of bed, stretching quickly before heading down stairs to start a pot of coffee.  He knew how much JC loved his coffee in the morning, and he wanted to make their first morning as a couple perfect.

As the coffee pot sputtered, Lance sat down at the kitchen table and paged through the paper, humming to himself.

“What the fuck you so happy about, Lance?” Justin grumbled as he walked in to the kitchen. “Oh wait…never mind…you finally got what you’ve always wanted, right?”

The sarcasm dripping from Justin’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard to Lance, who ignored the comment and continued humming.

Justin fumbled around in the cupboards, the refrigerator, the drawers, before finally plopping down across from Lance, heaping bowl of cereal in front of him.

He looked up and grinned as JC entered the room, eyes on the floor.

Lance smiled, standing to meet his boy.  “Hey, babe, how’d you sleep?”  he cooed, wrapping an arm around JC’s slender waist.

“Uh…fine, Lance. I slept fine.”  He avoided eye contact with Lance, just kissed him on the forehead before making a beeline for the coffee pot.

His hands shook as he poured the coffee, his heart pounding in his chest.  When Lance wrapped his arms around him from behind, he jumped so high he spilled his coffee all over the counter.

“Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing his temples furiously.  

“Jace, are you ok?” Lance frowned, concerned at JC’s nervous behavior.  

JC didn’t answer;  he caught Justin starting at him, wicked grin on his lips, shaking his head as he laughed.

“JC?”  

“I’m fine, Lance. I’m fine.”  He rushed out of the room, back upstairs.

“Justin, what the fuck are you laughing about?” Lance growled.

“Never seen JC that  nervous before,” Justin giggled, knowing full well why JC was acting the way he was.

Lance’s eyes narrowed.  “You know what’s wrong with him, J? Huh?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Justin sneered, finishing up his cereal bowl and tossing it in the sink before grinning at Lance and leaving the room.

Upstairs, JC stood in the shower, hot water beating on his body, trying to wash away the feeling of Justin’s skin on his back, Justin’s hands on his body, Justin’s mouth on his neck.  

Tears streaming down his cheeks, he crumpled to shower floor, knees drawn to his chest as he rocked back and forth.

He felt so dirty…so humiliated. How could he let Justin do this do him? Let him have so much power over him?  

And then there was Lance. Dear, sweet Lance who loved him with all his heart.  If Lance ever found out about this…

JC shook the thought from his head.  He didn’t want to lose Lance. Lance couldn’t find out.

                                      

Three months passed.  The tour had begun, and the guys were having the time of their lives.  Even Justin smiled every now and then, acted like the old Justin, the Justin they knew and loved.

But at night…at night he was the Justin that JC hated…the Justin that snuck into his room and forced JC to suck his cock…the Justin that forced JC to let himself be fucked…the Justin that scared JC to death.

One night he’d had enough. Enough of the pain, enough of the humiliation, enough of the fear.

“Lance?” he whispered to his lover before the show.  

“Yeah, baby?” Lance smiled.

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

Lance’s heart stopped. This was what he’d been waiting for.  He’d been waiting forever  to hold JC in his arms all night long, to kiss him silly, to make love to him…and now he would have his chance.

He reached out and squeezed JC’s hand before bringing it to his lips and kissing it lightly.

“Of course you can, Josh. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

JC breathed a sigh of relief.  Finally he could sleep in the arms of the man he loved. Finally he wouldn’t be afraid to hear the door click open, to see the figure slink across the room and in to his bed…

Finally he would feel safe.



“You almost done, Jace?” Lance called from the bedroom.

JC smiled, wrapping a towel around his waist before stepping out of the bathroom.

“Done.”  He smiled at the wide eyes of his lover, fighting the urge to giggle at the way Lance’s eyes lit up with desire.

“Baby, you have no idea what you are doing to me right now,” Lance whispered.  “Come over here.” He patted the bed next to him, and JC did as he was told, slipping under the covers next to Lance.

Lance propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at JC. “Do you know how beautiful you are, Josh?”

JC blushed, blinking up at Lance.  “So are you,” he whispered, reaching a hand up to caress Lance’s cheek.  Lance closed his eyes, leaning into JC’s touch. “I love you, Lance.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Lance’s mouth, and he leaned down to kiss JC. “I love you too,” he muttered into the kiss, his hands finding JC’s hair as the kiss intensified, tongues meeting tongues, moans escaping from mouths.  

Lance’s hands trailed down JC’s chest, tugging at the towel around his waist, finally pulling it free from JC’s body.

“Lance…” JC breathed, rolling on top of his lover, planting small, wet kisses on his neck, his ear, his face. He giggled into Lance’s mouth, and Lance pulled away, frowning.

“What’s so funny?”

JC cupped Lance’s erection in his hand and Lance’s eyes fluttered closed, a low moan floating from his lips.  “I had no idea you felt this way, Lance,” JC teased, kissing Lance once again before tugging his lover’s pants away.

Lance bucked his hips forward when their erections met, grabbing JC’s hips and pulling him closer.  “Jesus, Josh…fuck…feels so good…”  He rolled over so he was on top; he wanted to be in control.

He  wrapped his hand around JC’s cock, pumping faster, harder, until JC was so close to the edge he nearly begged Lance to stop so he could enjoy this forever.

He nearly screamed when he felt Lance’s hot mouth around him, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock before the entire length slid down Lance’s throat.  

That did it. JC came long and hard in Lance’s mouth, watching in awe as his lover swallowed every drop before grinning up at him.  

“Jesus, Lance…that was amazing,” JC breathed, kissing Lance’s lips, tasting himself on Lance’s tongue.

“I want to make love to you, JC,” he whispered in JC’s ear, fingers probing at JC’s entrance.  JC moaned, pressing himself to Lance’s touch.  He felt Lance’s body shift on top of him, heard a drawer slid open.

Minutes later, a cool liquid was spread beneath his balls and a low moan escaped his lips. And then Lance was pressing inside him, slowly, gently, waiting for JC to get used to the feeling.

”Fuck, Lance…please…harder…please…”  JC whined, gripping the sheets in his hands, his cock slowly hardening again.  

Lance began thrusting, slow at first, then faster, and faster, until he couldn’t take it any more and exploded inside his lover, shouting his name at the top of his lungs as he shuddered in pleasure.

He collapsed on top of JC, both men panting, sweating, holding on to each other for dear life.

“I love you, Josh…” Lance breathed as he rolled off of JC, snuggling into the crook of his arm.

“I love you too, Lance,” JC replied, pressing his lips to Lance’s forehead, his eyes fluttering shut as he fell into a deep sleep.

Justin stood outside the door, eyes narrowed, arms crossed.  

He’s going to pay for this.



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