“It’s too hot!” “Yes we know, shut up about it and come fan me” Chris sat up and then realized what Lance had just said and laid back down “Fan your own damn self, you’re from a hot state!” “Chriiiiiis-to-pher, I’ll make it worth your while” Lance spoke in a singsong voice and arched his eyebrow “How worth my while?” “I’ll lick you all over with an ice cube in my mouth” Chris visibly shivered already feeling the ice all over his body. “Lance after Chris I’m next” The other guys all started shouting for Lance’s attention and Lance just smiled. Chris got up, picked up a newspaper and started fanning Lance, who sat with a smug smirk on his face and his hair ruffled in the artificial breeze. After a few minutes of fanning Chris started whining again “Lance my arms are tired, can I stop now?” “Just a few more minutes” Chris swapped hands and carried on fanning, the other guys had snuck closer hoping to get some of the fanning too until they were all squished on the floor. Lance got up, took Chris’ hand and led him to the bunks. “Strip off and I’ll go and get the ice” Chris hurriedly did as Lance had told him and he heard the others moan that they were hot as Lance got the ice. “Lance give us some ice” “Only if you’re really good boys” Chris heard a slurping sound and didn’t think he really wanted to know what it was, and then Lance was back with a smile on his face. He quickly straddled the older man’s hips and leaned forward, placing an ice cube in his mouth, he sucked for a second then removed it bending down to kiss Chris on the lips. The older man moaned at the feeling of Lance’s wet, cold lips and tongue on his, not to mention his cloth covered crotch grinding gently but insistently on Chris’ already quite substantial erection. As Lance’s mouth started to warm up he felt the dripping ice cube move down his chest. Lance circled Chris’ nipple with the ice crystal and then bent to suck it into his now hot mouth, the sensation of hot and cold was enough to reduce Chris to a little puddle on the floor. Lance let the ice trail down Chris’ body, stopping at his stomach where Lance allowed the cube to melt a little more, forming a small pool of water in Chris’ belly button, which Lance eagerly lapped up like a kitten. The younger man then shuffled down Chris’ body causing more friction on his by now leaking cock. Lance put the ice cube back in his mouth and flicked the tip of his tongue across the head of Chris’ penis, illiciting a loud groan which Chris knew the guys in the lounge must have heard but he didn’t really care as Lance started sucking with the ice cube still in his mouth and melting around Chris’ cock. The pleasure almost bordered on pain and Lance teased him removing the cube and making him hot then putting it back in his mouth and introducing the cold again. By the time Chris came into Lance’s eager mouth, the older man was shaking and utterly spent. Lance uncurled from his position at the bottom of the bunk, winked and strolled back out into the lounge. “Lance have you still got the ice?” “Chris has it” Lance went to sit down and Justin got up to go retrieve the ice. Lance smirked as he counted to ten then he heard a shout and Justin came back into the lounge minus the ice. “Lance you could have warned me you’d broken him!” “I didn’t break him he’s just happy” “He’s lying stark naked with a huge smile on his face and he didn’t even register my presence, he’s broken!” “I’ll have some of what Chris just had please” Joey looked at Lance with adoring eyes and Lance ruffled his hair. “Later” Just then the phone rang, to be more precise Chris’ phone rang… and rang until Lance rushed to find it. “Hello” Lance had a conversation on Chris’ mobile and then turned to the other guys whilst still on the phone. “Johnny wants to know if we’ll play a charity five-a-side football match?” “Football?” “You know soccer” “Lance we don’t know how to play” Lance talked some more into the phone and then turned back round “Johnny says it doesn’t matter and it is for a good charity” “O.K. then but if we get our asses kicked it’s his fault!” Lance completed the call and sat back down. “O.K. who knows how to play soccer?” There were blank looks all around, but nobody could really be bothered to worry about it as they all flopped down and continued moaning about the heat. They reached the venue and got off the bus for sound check. They all dragged their feet except Chris who had an unusual spring in his step, which was inciting jealous glances from his band mates. “It’s gonna be too hot tonight, all our fans are going to faint” “They’re going to spray down the audience” “What about us?” “We’re professionals according to Johnny and should be able to survive the heat, plus they can’t spray us because of all the electrical equipment” “Damn” “This is going to suck big time!” They made it through the show without dying and staggered back to the bus “I think JC’s lost about 10lbs” The moment they got to the bus JC flung himself down on the couch panting, Justin sat down beside his head and wiggled so JC’s head was resting on Justin’s lap. He stroked his band mate’s sweaty hair and JC fell asleep.
The guys were laying around the bus, sprawled on every available surface like lions catching the sun until a rather un lion sounding voice whined…