Do It Again
By: Julie
Chris walked down from
the back of the stage to join the rest of the guys on their stools at the
front. On the way he noticed a feather lying on the stage. 'Hm, wonder where
that came from...' he thought as he picked it up. An idea formed, and he
reached the stools set up in a row.
He poked each of his
bandmates in turn, asking them if the feather tickled. His only responses were
combinations of strange looks and "Um.... no...." until he reached
Lance.
"Does this
tickle?" he asked for the fourth time.
Lance looked down to
where Chris had brushed the feather against his arm. "No... Wait, do it
again."
Chris raised an eyebrow
and repeated the motion.
"No, it doesn't
tickle."
Chris just smirked,
tucked the feather in his back pocket, and took his place for the next song.
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Lance answered the knock
on his hotel room door to find Chris on the other side, looking evil.
"Oh, hey man,
what's up?" Lance backed up to allow the other man entry.
Chris let the door close
behind him, then leaned against it and leveled his gaze at Lance.
"Do it again?"
Chris quipped.
"What?" Lance
looked confused until he noticed the feather from earlier that night. Chris was
twirling it lazily in one hand, and Lance laughed. "Oh, that! Where'd you
get that thing, anyway?"
Chris shrugged and moved
closer to Lance. "Found it. Did you like it?" He ran the object along
Lance's arm, from his wrist to where the sleeve of his T-shirt started, and he
noticed goosebumps forming along the offended flesh. "I think you
did."
"Come on, man, cut
it out." Lance pushed Chris' hand away with a scowl, but not before Chris
noticed a shiver run through him.
Chris smiled. He knew he
was getting through. He watched Lance cross the room to his suitcase, remove
his shirt and start digging for a new one. Before he could get another one on,
though, Chris was behind him, not about to waste the opportunity.
Chris trailed the
feather up Lance's right arm and across his bare chest. Goosebumps flared across
his skin again, and Chris continued his path down the other arm, then back up
to his chest.
"Cold, Lance?"
he breathed, tickling the hairs at the nape of Lance's neck.
"No...." Lance
managed.
"Hmmmm...."
Chris twirled the tip of
the feather around one of Lance's nipples, watching over his shoulder as it
puckered to a small bud. He moved the feather to the other side, and ran his
free hand around Lance's waist. He smoothed his palm across the taut skin of
his stomach, then reached lower to cup Lance's groin. The hardness he found
there made him chuckle.
"Yes, I think you
definitely like this."
"Chris....."
"Come on,
Lance." Chris didn't remove his hand, and instead started applying
pressure in slow strokes. "You've been with other guys, and so have I. Why
haven't we ever done this?"
Lance took a shuddered
breath and shook his head. "Chris, stop."
Something in Lance's
tone made him stop this time. He removed his hand and took a step back. When
Lance turned to face him, his eyes were a darker shade of green than usual.
Lance closed the distance between them.
"I didn't want to
cum that way."
Lance kept walking,
forcing Chris back until his knees hit the bed. Chris scrambled back while Lance
crawled over him, tugging at Chris' sweatpants as he went. When they were gone,
Chris removed his own shirt and Lance took the feather from him. He started
running it lightly around Chris' hips, first one then the other. He moved up
and traced his stomach, watching the muscles contract at the tickling
sensation, then repeated the torture on Chris' nipples that Lance had endured
before. Only this time, Lance alternated the feather on one side with his
tongue on the other, sucking and teasing until Chris groaned beneath him.
"What's the
matter?" Lance asked innocently. "Didn't you like that?"
Chris shuddered at
Lance's low voice tossing his own words back at him, and Lance slid down to
Chris' midsection.
"Yes, I think you
did."
He ran the feather up
one side of Chris' cock and down the other, eliciting a loud "FUCK!"
as Chris arched his hips involuntarily. Lance retraced the feather's path with
his tongue before sliding his lips around the tip, sucking just gently.
"Oh God, oh....
Lan.... Lance..." His hands scrambled at Lance's shoulders for a moment
before finally pulling him off and back up the bed. Lance looked at him in
amusement, but Chris just shook his head. "Nuh-uh. We're doing this my
way."
"Are you
sure?" Lance challenged playfully, and Chris faltered a moment before
regaining control.
He pulled Lance's track
pants and boxers off together and tossed them aside before reaching for where
his own pants had been discarded. He came back up with a condom and a tube of
lubricant in one hand, and placed them on the bed beside them.
He leaned over Lance,
and their lips met for the first time that night. Their dicks slid together,
trapped between them, while their tongues mimicked the sensations. Chris
reached down to stroke them both with one hand, then he finally pulled away to
grab the lube from where he'd left it.
Chris could hear his own
heart beating loudly in his chest, and he sat back a moment to watch Lance, his
chest heaving with uneven breaths, skin shiny with sweat. Lance reached a hand
up to play with his own nipples, and he looked down at Chris with a bemused
smile.
"Waitin' for
something?"
"Just
watching."
"Yeah? You here for
a show, or do you wanna play too?" He started stroking himself with his other
hand, making Chris' dick twitch at the sight.
"Alright, I'm
comin'," he said while he tore the condom from its wrapper and sheathed
himself quickly.
"Not yet, I
hope," Lance teased, and Chris shook his head.
"You are so
cheesy." He moved closer and batted Lance's hand away, replacing it with
his own, though he moved much more slowly, to draw things out.
"Yeah, but you love
it," Lance gasped just as Chris slid one lubed finger inside him. He moved
it around before adding another, and finally Lance breathed, "Fuck, Chris,
just do it."
He needed no further
invitation and slid his length into Lance slowly, pausing to let him adjust
past the pain. When Lance nodded he started moving, twisting his hips, his
weight on one arm while he continued stroking Lance in time with his thrusts.
Lance moved his hand
away from his chest to grab the sheets, but Chris protested.
"No, keep doing
that."
Lance raised one eyebrow
but returned to rolling his nipple under his fingers. He raised his other hand
to Chris' chest, pinching one of his nipples harshly. Chris picked up his speed
in response.
"Fuck, Chris...
fuck, fuck, yes...." Lance squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them wide
as he came with a guttural scream.
Feeling Lance spasming
around him sent Chris closer to the edge, and he braced his full weight on both
arms to drive harder into the tight warmth. Lance brought his free hand down to
where their bodies met, stroking the base of Chris' cock with every thrust.
"Oh, yeah... yes,
Lance, yeah, like that...."
With one final scratch
of Lance's fingers across his chest, Chris released himself, shouting to every
deity he knew.
They lay together and
caught their breath for a moment, then Chris finally pulled away to discard the
condom and grab a corner of the bedsheet to wipe them both off. He rested on
his elbow and looked down at Lance beside him. Lance lay on his back, one arm
thrown across his eyes. Chris watched him while his breathing slowed, and grew
concerned at his silence. Chris finally spoke.
"Lance? Was that...
Are you..."
Lance lowered his arm
and rolled to face Chris with a smirk.
"Do it again."
The End
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