The Body That Loves You
By: Lara
"Hold On Baby"
"The Body That Loves You"
Hold on baby. I’m gonna get you ready
Love…sensual physical love…is waiting here for
you…when you unleash my desire…
"Yeah…okay…I’ll be there." JC hung up his
cellphone and looked over at Lance. "That was Wade. He wants me to come
look over some stuff at the studio. You mind?"
"No," Lance sighed, frowning. He DID
mind, but he wouldn’t tell JC that.
"Hey, come along," JC said suddenly.
"It will be cool having you there, and I’d like your opinion."
"MY opinion? On choreography?"
"Sure. Hell, you’ll have to do it too."
"Okay." Lance’s face lit up.
"We’ll call J, too. He should be in on
this."
"Right," Lance said, the lights in his
face going out.
Lance brooded as he sat in a corner of the studio
watching Justin and JC ass off while waiting for Wade. Why couldn’t JC be like
this with him? They had been together for almost a year. Everything had been
perfect, then little by little JC pulled away. He couldn’t even remember the
last time JC had given him more than a perfunctory kiss goodbye. JC’s birthday
was coming up, and Lance had been planning a party, but now he wasn’t so sure.
He didn’t know if he could bear watching JC be happy and energetic with
everyone but him.
"Hey there, white boy," Wade flopped down
onto the floor next to Lance.
"Hey, Wade," Lance said morosely, looking
at JC.
"Trouble in paradise?" Wade followed
Lance’s gaze.
"He’s not like that with me, Wade," Lance
confided. "It’s like we’re roommates or something. The spark is
gone."
"Relight it," Wade ordered, and Lance
looked at him. "Lance, for God’s sake…JC loves you more than anything.
Even maybe more than his music. He talks about you constantly…my God, if I have
to hear, "Lance says that…" one more time I’m gonna puke." Wade
put a hand on Lance’s shoulder. "Show him the spark is still there, Lance.
JC’s been stressed with the tour and the new album and all that…unstress
him."
Lance paused thoughtfully. "Really? He says
all that?"
"Oh, God." Wade rolled his eyes. He stood
and walked over to Justin and JC. JC smiled at Lance, but it was Justin that
wandered over, after Wade whispered in his ear.
"Lance, for fuck’s sake, go home and set up a
Den of Sin. We’ll get your boy all tired, then send him home to you."
Justin dropped something into Lance’s lap. "Here are the keys to my car.
Wreck and I kick your ass."
These are the hands that’ll touch you…these are the
lips that’ll kiss you…these are the arms that’ll hold you…so come get this body
that loves you…
Lance vigorously towelled his short hair dry, then
stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes looked greener than usual.
Excitement, maybe? He felt that everything was riding on this night, and he
didn’t have much time. Justin had promised to hold JC at the dance studio until
six, and it was five-thirty now. He had done a lot of quick shopping, and
champagne was chilling in the kitchen. Strawberries were in the fridge, and
candles were set up around the bedroom.
Lance ran a hand through his short, damp hair,
wondering. Was he enough for JC? Was he still what JC wanted? A hand idly ran
down his chest to sit on one hip. JC was tall and thin. Lance was shorter and
okay. JC had bright eyes and great cheekbones and a devilish smile and dimples.
Lance had green eyes and a crooked grin and no real cheekbones. He sighed and
frowned, trying to pick out the good points. He knew what JC liked. He knew
where to touch and where to kiss. He knew what made JC purr and moan and
scream.
Oh how my heart does miss you…love…stroke me so
gently my love…I love it when you mmmm…when you release my desire….oh how my
heart does miss you…baby my heart’s achin…my body longs for you…candlelight and
wine are waiting…create the mood for love…
"Lance, I’m sorry that took so long. I…"
JC froze inside the doorway. Lance was sitting on the steps, wearing only a
pair of dark green silk boxer shorts. "Um…hey."
"Hey." Lance stood, a shy smile on his
face. "Want a shower?"
"Yeah." JC let his bag drop to the floor
with a thud. Lance slowly walked down until he was on the last step. He looked
into JC’s eyes.
"Hungry? I can cook something. I have some
dessert."
"Dessert is fine," JC said, swallowing
deeply. He reached out hesitantly, then pulled a hand back. "What’s going
on?"
"Don’t pull away." Lance took the hand
and placed it on his chest. "It’s your birthday soon. I thought we could
celebrate now…the two of us." He bit his bottom lip. "If that’s
okay."
JC looked at the worry in Lance’s eyes. "Has
it been that long?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your eyes…they’re anxious. And you’re biting
your lip."
"This is dumb." Embarrassed, Lance turned
to go up the steps. JC grabbed a hand and pulled him back.
"It has been that long." JC leaned
forward and planted a tender kiss on Lance’s shoulder. "I’ll be out of the
shower in five minutes." He jogged on up the steps, leaving Lance grinning
at the bottom.
Oh how my body does miss you…love…stroke me so
gently love…I love it when you mmm…when you release my desire…these are the
hands that’ll touch you…these are the lips that’ll kiss you…these are the arms
that’ll hold you…so come get the body that loves you…oh how my body does miss
you…undress me oh slowly…these are the hands that’ll touch you…I want to kiss
you all over is that okay…
When JC came into the bedroom from the bathroom, he
saw a bottle of champagne on the nightstand, chilling in a bucket of ice. A
bowl of strawberries sat nearby. Candles flickered throughout the room, and
Lance was laying on the black satin sheets, staring up at him. "Hi there,"
Lance said softly.
"Hey." JC started to unwrap the towel
around his waist. Lance sat up and stood, standing in front of JC. His lips met
JC’s as his hands grabbed for the towel, unwinding it from JC’s slender waist
and tossing it to the floor. "I’m sorry," JC whispered, his hands
sliding down Lance’s chest to shove at the boxers. "I’m sorry I haven’t
been telling you how much you mean to me."
"I know it," Lance lied. JC froze and
looked him in the eye.
"No, you don’t. You’re everything to me. Every
inch of you I love, inside and out." JC’s lips traced Lance’s jawline and
moved to suck at his neck. "Every inch."
Lance moaned as JC pushed him back onto the bed. He
kissed JC for a few minutes, then pulled back. He quickly poured a glass of
champagne, dipped the strawberry in it, then slowly fed it to JC, their eyes
never moving from each other. "I love you, too, Josh. So damn much. And I
was afraid…I was afraid I wasn’t enough for you."
"Oh, baby…I’m sorry. You’re more then
enough…and you’re all mine." JC reached for a strawberry and traced
Lance’s mouth with it before feeding it to him.
"All yours," Lance repeated, arching his
body up against JC’s. JC drank the rest of the glass of champagne, leaving some
in his mouth so he could trickle it between Lance’s lips as they kissed.
Lance’s hand slid down to stroke JC gently as he
sucked on JC’s tongue. "Please, Lance," JC gasped. Lance smiled and
slid down JC’s body to lick up and down JC’s cock. "Yes," JC said,
writhing.
Lance sucked JC slowly as a hand caressed his balls
then moved down to tease at JC’s opening. He couldn’t wait; he wanted JC so
much. It had been too long. JC grabbed that hand, and Lance froze. Maybe it was
wrong. Maybe… "Oh sweet Jesus," Lance gasped as JC sucked slowly on
Lance’s fingers before releasing his hand. Lance slid first one finger inside,
then soon worked in another.
"Lance…please…make love to me…please…" JC
begged. It was rare JC begged like this, and Lance loved to hear it. He started
to sit up, but JC was already digging in the nightstand drawer for a condom and
lubricant. Eagerly JC sat, grabbing Lance’s backside as he pulled Lance’s cock
into his mouth.
"Shit…Josh…stop…I can’t…oh FUCK don’t
stop…" Lance begged as JC deep throated him. JC chuckled and pulled away.
He deftly slid the condom down, then slicked Lance with the lubricant. Their
eyes met and they shared a sweet kiss before Lance laid JC back down on the
bed. He slowly slid inside. JC winced slightly from the pain, but he was soon
pressing down on Lance, moving with him until Lance’s thrusts were going deep
inside.
"Lance…I love you…" JC panted, throwing
his head back as Lance began to pump him steadily.
"Love you too…" Lance murmured, trying to
concentrate on what he was doing to JC. It was hard, because JC was so tight and
looked so hot and…
"Shit…Lance…cumming…oh FUCK I’m cumming…"
JC almost screamed as he spurted in Lance’s hand. Lance released him, grabbing
JC’s thighs to steady himself as he came hard and fast. "Lance…oh
God…" JC whimpered. Lance slowly pulled out, discarded the condom, then
came back to lay in JC’s arms.
"I love you," Lance said in a tiny voice
as he lay his head on JC’s chest. He felt JC rain dozens of kisses on his head.
"I love you too…and I won’t take so long to
show it next time." JC tilted Lance’s head so he could kiss him.
"Happy birthday," Lance said softly.
"You’re the best present I could ever
get," JC said, closing his eyes as Lance snuggled against him once more.
These are the lips that’ll kiss you…we embrace skin
to skin…these are the arms that’ll hold you…hold me oh baby my body’s arched
for you…come get the body that loves you…come here I’ve missed you so much….I
forgot how good it could feel…oh how my heart does miss you…please make love to
me…come get the body that loves you…
The End
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