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amfiguree[N'sync] [Basez] [NC-17 for swearing and sexual descriptions]
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“I’ve missed you.”
Lance shivered as JC mouthed the words from across the room. It was intimate, familiar, and dangerously sexy, almost as though JC had murmured the words against the sensitive skin at the nape of the blonde’s neck.
“Missed you too,” he mouthed back, and JC could almost imagine the sound of his lover’s voice in his ear – full of need, passion and love.
JC smiled then, at the thought. His small, sexy smile – the one that drove others to their knees – just the slight lift of a corner of his mouth, his eyes wide and open and inviting… Lance was ready to fall on his knees and beg.
Leather. Fuck, he just HAD to wear leather, Lance thought, his knees going weak and his throat running dry. God, he’s so sexy. Lance wet his lips unconsciously, trying to get his vocal pipes working again.
JC let another small smile cross his face, before his lips parted and his tongue snaked its way out of his mouth. Slowly, purposefully, he licked his lips, repeating Lance’s action with much more meaning, before he smiled again, eyebrows arched, an incredibly alluring expression playing on his chiselled features.
Lance had to shut his eyes to regain his composure. He could already feel himself heating up at JC’s simple actions. God, what I wouldn’t give to take him right here…
Someone stepped in front of him then, interrupting his thoughts and blocking JC from his line of sight. Lance frowned, almost growling at the intruder.
“Mr. Bass, we’d like to ask you a few questions regarding the space-“
“No comment,” Lance managed to choke out, keeping his growing irritation at bay. This woman was digging her own grave. Her voice scraped nauseatingly on his already raw nerves, and with his heightened senses, he was about ready to snap. “I said,” he told her firmly, when she didn’t stop babbling on, “No. Comment.”
She must have seen the fire burning in his eyes, because she smiled politely, and left him alone.
Lance scanned the room quickly, forcing quick smiles at the people he recognized – who were there to gloat over his misfortune, most likely – trying to find those mesmerizing blue eyes again.
“Howdy, stranger.”
Lance sighed with pleasure when he heard the familiar sultry voice whisper in his ear. JC’s breath was hot against his skin and the younger man leaned back into his lover’s touch instinctively.
JC pressed his body against Lance, letting the other man know just how aroused he was by their little touch-and-go game. Lance suppressed a groan and swallowed thickly. “Damn, Josh,” he muttered, his eyes darting around the room. “There are other people here.”
“Fuck manners and obligations,” JC’s voice was filled with want, and Lance could feel pleasurable tremors run through his body at the older man’s tone. “Let’s go home.”
Lance could barely nod if he tried, and he couldn’t give his approval anyway. “I’ve gotta be here, Josh. This is my welcome home party.”
JC slipped a hand lightly, discretely under Lance’s shirt and ran his fingers softly over the other’s well-toned abdomen. “Let’s go celebrate, then.”
Lance clenched his hands into fists, feeling himself growing hard at JC’s feather-light touches, trying hard not to jump him there and then. “Josh…”
“What?” JC replied innocently.
Lance stepped away from JC, feeling cold without the familiar embrace. “Later.”
JC let his gaze drop to the floor, and he looked up at Lance coyly through half-lidded eyes. “I don’t think I can hold out much longer, baby.”
Lance glanced at JC’s pants, and had to smile at the prominent bulge there. He shrugged. “Can’t do nothing about that now, can I?”
“Tease.” JC mouthed, before sauntering away, making sure Lance had a good view of his ass as he did so.
“Hi Pot. I’m Kettle. We’re black!” Lance muttered as he managed a smile at his mother, who waved enthusiastically at him.
He walked over to his mother and tried not to choke when she enveloped him in a hug, her sickeningly sweet perfume eating at his senses. “Hi Mom,” he whispered in her ear, trying not to get too close, lest she realized he was… excited.
“Hi baby!” Diane cooed, smiling brightly, too brightly. “You’re going to space, hon! You’re going in April!”
“Yeah. Isn’t that great?” Lance tried to fake more fervor in his actions, but he couldn’t bring himself to add that little bit of eagerness into his voice. His hopes were dead, his dreams were dashed, and now all he wanted was to go home into JC’s arms and hide from the rest of the world forever. He wished he’d never heard of NASA or their stupid space trips. He wished he’d never aimed so high. He wished he hadn’t been gullible enough to fall for the lies of the Russians. He wished he’d been cautious enough not to give in to his hopes, not to let himself hope that the trip would be his.
They were only using his name. They weren’t interested in his dreams, his ambition. They wanted his money.
He was so sick of this.
Finally, Lance stepped away from his mother, forcing a smile. He left her then, and let himself absorb the fact that he was finally home. Home. The word seemed so alien to him now.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder and Lance spun around, gasping with surprise when he realized it was JC.
“Hey… I thought you were looking a little down… and…”
The concern in JC’s voice was enough to send him to his knees, much less the genuine worry in his lover’s eyes. Lance choked back a sob and blinked back the tears in his eyes. He shook his head helplessly and bit his lip.
JC pulled him in for a hug. And it felt good. Lance relished the feeling of warm arms and real love and comfort, before JC pulled back and whispered, grinning wickedly, “Bathroom break?”
Lance couldn’t help smiling back, and he realized, only mildly shocked, that he was still as aroused as he had been the last time he saw JC.
“Oh god.”
JC unzipped Lance’s pants quickly, knowing they were pressed for time, yet needing the contact desperately, urged on by the knowledge that Lance needed it too.
The stall was small, cramped. But that didn’t stop the pair. JC was already on his knees, massaging Lance’s inner thigh.
“Josh, god… don’t… tease.” Lance whimpered as JC licked the top of his shaft and pulled back. Lance was rock hard; to the point where the sharp ache of want collided with the sensuality of the real act, and mashed both pleasure and pain together till they were blurs of nothing and everything in Lance’s head.
JC’s tongue was driving Lance insane. It swirled lightly around his tip, both torturing and satisfying at once, before JC licked the underside of Lance’s shaft and blew on it gently, sending tingles of pleasure down Lance’s spine. The brunette took his lover into his mouth then, and began sliding his tongue up and down Lance’s length in a slow, easy rhythm.
“Josh… fuck… please.”
JC began sucking him gently at first, allowing Lance to revel in the familiar yet somewhat forgotten feeling of JC’s warm mouth; till Lance began thrusting and twisting wildly, JC’s name almost leaving his lips but silenced at the realization someone might hear them; and his hands curled themselves into the older man’s longish curls, not pulling, simply leading, encouraging, wanting.
The brunette raked his teeth lightly down Lance’s length and sucked harder, his lips already starting to bruise and swell from the pressure he was applying. His movements moved in time with Lance’s thrusts and the green-eyed youngster had to bite back a moan when he felt himself on the edge of climax.
“Josh.” Lance choked out hoarsely, whimpering. JC bit him gently, before his tongue went back to licking intricate patterns, swirling in comforting motions around his lover, and Lance’s hips rocked violently at JC’s touch.
The blonde’s hands massaged JC’s scalp as the latter slipped a hand under Lance’s shirt, running a finger lightly across his stomach and down to his thighs. Lance moaned, praying there was no one else in the toilet, and thrusted vehemently into the brunette’s mouth.
“Jesus. Christ.” Lance finally climaxed, fast and furious, his hands sliding down from JC’s hair to his shoulders, fingers digging painfully into the tender skin there.
The older man made sure he’d sucked Lance clean, before he got up off the floor and dusted himself off. He pressed a soft, gentle kiss to Lance’s lips and the green-eyed man groaned into the other’s mouth, warm and familiar, sweet, gentle and tender. Like it had always been.
“You…” JC let his voice trail off as he dropped light kisses down the side of Lance’s neck, shoulder, jawline, the hollow of Lance’s throat, the stubble on his skin, before finally kissing him deeply again, their tongues meeting and touching gently, cautiously, like the first time they’d kissed.
“I love you,” Lance breathed, as they parted, breathing ragged.
JC smiled back, his lips achingly bruised, “I love you too.”
Lance pretended not to notice the stern look from his mother and the curious looks from the reporters as he passed them. JC had left the toilet slightly earlier than he had, to avoid suspicion. He hardly noticed his fellow bandmates talking in a corner of the room as his eyes scanned the place for his lover.
Joey grinned at Lance’s obliviousness, “What did I tell you? Fifty bucks, man.”
Chris grumbled under his breath about horny bastards as he pulled a fifty out of his wallet. “How do you know anyway?”
“Heavy breathing, wet knees, bruised lips. Ya think?”
Finally, Lance spotted him. He was at the bar, having a Sex On The Beach. Lance laughed, and the people near him turned and gave him a strange look. He ignored them, his eyes fixed on the enchanting man only a few feet away.
As though he’d sensed Lance’s eyes, JC looked up and smirked. He held the glass up as a silent toast to Lance before swallowing it all in one gulp. Lance grinned and tilted his head to a side, watching JC lick the corner of his mouth. He could feel himself getting hard again. It was like reliving the feeling of JC’s mouth on him all over again.
The brunette laughed inwardly at the look on Lance’s face, feeling a wave of delirious euphoria sweep through him. He asked for a cherry from the bartender, and could hear Lance’s deep chuckle as he swallowed the fruit and made a bow out of its stem with his tongue.
Lance couldn’t resist chuckling. He knew the feeling of that move of JC’s slick tongue on his bare skin. Knew it all too well. He’d never tire of it.
JC ran his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking when he saw Lance’s eyes glaze over. He’d never say it, but the fact that he had such a strong effect on Lance never ceased to amaze him. Justin jerked him out of his daydream, the younger man’s blue eyes flashing warningly as his finger motioned to his mouth.
JC got the hint. So did Lance. Lance watched, wide-eyed with panic as JC calmly wiped the foamy liquid off the corner of his mouth with a finger, and, without breaking eye contact with his blonde lover, slid the finger into his mouth and licked it clean.
Lance’s throat went dry for the second time that night. Thank God no one saw that. Oh but fuck, that was hot.
Justin just laughed and shook his head, sauntering past Lance, singing. “Get down, get down, and move it all around; get down, get down, and move it all around.” Lance blushed a deep red, and Justin laughed even harder.
The reporters would brush it off as embarrassment at the fact that Justin was singing a Backstreet song. Never in their wildest dreams would they guess…
Fuck NASA, Lance thought, unable to control the grin spreading across his face as JC threw him another sly grin. Tonight’s going to be great.
-fin-
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“I’ve missed you.”
Lance shivered as JC mouthed the words from across the room. It was intimate, familiar, and dangerously sexy, almost as though JC had murmured the words against the sensitive skin at the nape of the blonde’s neck.
“Missed you too,” he mouthed back, and JC could almost imagine the sound of his lover’s voice in his ear – full of need, passion and love.
JC smiled then, at the thought. His small, sexy smile – the one that drove others to their knees – just the slight lift of a corner of his mouth, his eyes wide and open and inviting… Lance was ready to fall on his knees and beg.
Leather. Fuck, he just HAD to wear leather, Lance thought, his knees going weak and his throat running dry. God, he’s so sexy. Lance wet his lips unconsciously, trying to get his vocal pipes working again.
JC let another small smile cross his face, before his lips parted and his tongue snaked its way out of his mouth. Slowly, purposefully, he licked his lips, repeating Lance’s action with much more meaning, before he smiled again, eyebrows arched, an incredibly alluring expression playing on his chiselled features.
Lance had to shut his eyes to regain his composure. He could already feel himself heating up at JC’s simple actions. God, what I wouldn’t give to take him right here…
Someone stepped in front of him then, interrupting his thoughts and blocking JC from his line of sight. Lance frowned, almost growling at the intruder.
“Mr. Bass, we’d like to ask you a few questions regarding the space-“
“No comment,” Lance managed to choke out, keeping his growing irritation at bay. This woman was digging her own grave. Her voice scraped nauseatingly on his already raw nerves, and with his heightened senses, he was about ready to snap. “I said,” he told her firmly, when she didn’t stop babbling on, “No. Comment.”
She must have seen the fire burning in his eyes, because she smiled politely, and left him alone.
Lance scanned the room quickly, forcing quick smiles at the people he recognized – who were there to gloat over his misfortune, most likely – trying to find those mesmerizing blue eyes again.
“Howdy, stranger.”
Lance sighed with pleasure when he heard the familiar sultry voice whisper in his ear. JC’s breath was hot against his skin and the younger man leaned back into his lover’s touch instinctively.
JC pressed his body against Lance, letting the other man know just how aroused he was by their little touch-and-go game. Lance suppressed a groan and swallowed thickly. “Damn, Josh,” he muttered, his eyes darting around the room. “There are other people here.”
“Fuck manners and obligations,” JC’s voice was filled with want, and Lance could feel pleasurable tremors run through his body at the older man’s tone. “Let’s go home.”
Lance could barely nod if he tried, and he couldn’t give his approval anyway. “I’ve gotta be here, Josh. This is my welcome home party.”
JC slipped a hand lightly, discretely under Lance’s shirt and ran his fingers softly over the other’s well-toned abdomen. “Let’s go celebrate, then.”
Lance clenched his hands into fists, feeling himself growing hard at JC’s feather-light touches, trying hard not to jump him there and then. “Josh…”
“What?” JC replied innocently.
Lance stepped away from JC, feeling cold without the familiar embrace. “Later.”
JC let his gaze drop to the floor, and he looked up at Lance coyly through half-lidded eyes. “I don’t think I can hold out much longer, baby.”
Lance glanced at JC’s pants, and had to smile at the prominent bulge there. He shrugged. “Can’t do nothing about that now, can I?”
“Tease.” JC mouthed, before sauntering away, making sure Lance had a good view of his ass as he did so.
“Hi Pot. I’m Kettle. We’re black!” Lance muttered as he managed a smile at his mother, who waved enthusiastically at him.
He walked over to his mother and tried not to choke when she enveloped him in a hug, her sickeningly sweet perfume eating at his senses. “Hi Mom,” he whispered in her ear, trying not to get too close, lest she realized he was… excited.
“Hi baby!” Diane cooed, smiling brightly, too brightly. “You’re going to space, hon! You’re going in April!”
“Yeah. Isn’t that great?” Lance tried to fake more fervor in his actions, but he couldn’t bring himself to add that little bit of eagerness into his voice. His hopes were dead, his dreams were dashed, and now all he wanted was to go home into JC’s arms and hide from the rest of the world forever. He wished he’d never heard of NASA or their stupid space trips. He wished he’d never aimed so high. He wished he hadn’t been gullible enough to fall for the lies of the Russians. He wished he’d been cautious enough not to give in to his hopes, not to let himself hope that the trip would be his.
They were only using his name. They weren’t interested in his dreams, his ambition. They wanted his money.
He was so sick of this.
Finally, Lance stepped away from his mother, forcing a smile. He left her then, and let himself absorb the fact that he was finally home. Home. The word seemed so alien to him now.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder and Lance spun around, gasping with surprise when he realized it was JC.
“Hey… I thought you were looking a little down… and…”
The concern in JC’s voice was enough to send him to his knees, much less the genuine worry in his lover’s eyes. Lance choked back a sob and blinked back the tears in his eyes. He shook his head helplessly and bit his lip.
JC pulled him in for a hug. And it felt good. Lance relished the feeling of warm arms and real love and comfort, before JC pulled back and whispered, grinning wickedly, “Bathroom break?”
Lance couldn’t help smiling back, and he realized, only mildly shocked, that he was still as aroused as he had been the last time he saw JC.
“Oh god.”
JC unzipped Lance’s pants quickly, knowing they were pressed for time, yet needing the contact desperately, urged on by the knowledge that Lance needed it too.
The stall was small, cramped. But that didn’t stop the pair. JC was already on his knees, massaging Lance’s inner thigh.
“Josh, god… don’t… tease.” Lance whimpered as JC licked the top of his shaft and pulled back. Lance was rock hard; to the point where the sharp ache of want collided with the sensuality of the real act, and mashed both pleasure and pain together till they were blurs of nothing and everything in Lance’s head.
JC’s tongue was driving Lance insane. It swirled lightly around his tip, both torturing and satisfying at once, before JC licked the underside of Lance’s shaft and blew on it gently, sending tingles of pleasure down Lance’s spine. The brunette took his lover into his mouth then, and began sliding his tongue up and down Lance’s length in a slow, easy rhythm.
“Josh… fuck… please.”
JC began sucking him gently at first, allowing Lance to revel in the familiar yet somewhat forgotten feeling of JC’s warm mouth; till Lance began thrusting and twisting wildly, JC’s name almost leaving his lips but silenced at the realization someone might hear them; and his hands curled themselves into the older man’s longish curls, not pulling, simply leading, encouraging, wanting.
The brunette raked his teeth lightly down Lance’s length and sucked harder, his lips already starting to bruise and swell from the pressure he was applying. His movements moved in time with Lance’s thrusts and the green-eyed youngster had to bite back a moan when he felt himself on the edge of climax.
“Josh.” Lance choked out hoarsely, whimpering. JC bit him gently, before his tongue went back to licking intricate patterns, swirling in comforting motions around his lover, and Lance’s hips rocked violently at JC’s touch.
The blonde’s hands massaged JC’s scalp as the latter slipped a hand under Lance’s shirt, running a finger lightly across his stomach and down to his thighs. Lance moaned, praying there was no one else in the toilet, and thrusted vehemently into the brunette’s mouth.
“Jesus. Christ.” Lance finally climaxed, fast and furious, his hands sliding down from JC’s hair to his shoulders, fingers digging painfully into the tender skin there.
The older man made sure he’d sucked Lance clean, before he got up off the floor and dusted himself off. He pressed a soft, gentle kiss to Lance’s lips and the green-eyed man groaned into the other’s mouth, warm and familiar, sweet, gentle and tender. Like it had always been.
“You…” JC let his voice trail off as he dropped light kisses down the side of Lance’s neck, shoulder, jawline, the hollow of Lance’s throat, the stubble on his skin, before finally kissing him deeply again, their tongues meeting and touching gently, cautiously, like the first time they’d kissed.
“I love you,” Lance breathed, as they parted, breathing ragged.
JC smiled back, his lips achingly bruised, “I love you too.”
Lance pretended not to notice the stern look from his mother and the curious looks from the reporters as he passed them. JC had left the toilet slightly earlier than he had, to avoid suspicion. He hardly noticed his fellow bandmates talking in a corner of the room as his eyes scanned the place for his lover.
Joey grinned at Lance’s obliviousness, “What did I tell you? Fifty bucks, man.”
Chris grumbled under his breath about horny bastards as he pulled a fifty out of his wallet. “How do you know anyway?”
“Heavy breathing, wet knees, bruised lips. Ya think?”
Finally, Lance spotted him. He was at the bar, having a Sex On The Beach. Lance laughed, and the people near him turned and gave him a strange look. He ignored them, his eyes fixed on the enchanting man only a few feet away.
As though he’d sensed Lance’s eyes, JC looked up and smirked. He held the glass up as a silent toast to Lance before swallowing it all in one gulp. Lance grinned and tilted his head to a side, watching JC lick the corner of his mouth. He could feel himself getting hard again. It was like reliving the feeling of JC’s mouth on him all over again.
The brunette laughed inwardly at the look on Lance’s face, feeling a wave of delirious euphoria sweep through him. He asked for a cherry from the bartender, and could hear Lance’s deep chuckle as he swallowed the fruit and made a bow out of its stem with his tongue.
Lance couldn’t resist chuckling. He knew the feeling of that move of JC’s slick tongue on his bare skin. Knew it all too well. He’d never tire of it.
JC ran his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking when he saw Lance’s eyes glaze over. He’d never say it, but the fact that he had such a strong effect on Lance never ceased to amaze him. Justin jerked him out of his daydream, the younger man’s blue eyes flashing warningly as his finger motioned to his mouth.
JC got the hint. So did Lance. Lance watched, wide-eyed with panic as JC calmly wiped the foamy liquid off the corner of his mouth with a finger, and, without breaking eye contact with his blonde lover, slid the finger into his mouth and licked it clean.
Lance’s throat went dry for the second time that night. Thank God no one saw that. Oh but fuck, that was hot.
Justin just laughed and shook his head, sauntering past Lance, singing. “Get down, get down, and move it all around; get down, get down, and move it all around.” Lance blushed a deep red, and Justin laughed even harder.
The reporters would brush it off as embarrassment at the fact that Justin was singing a Backstreet song. Never in their wildest dreams would they guess…
Fuck NASA, Lance thought, unable to control the grin spreading across his face as JC threw him another sly grin. Tonight’s going to be great.
-fin-
