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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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